Chapter 11

Ifeel a gentle tug on my hair as Gus pulls me off his long, thick, hard cock. I think we can all agree dicks aren’t that great looking, but fuck me sideways with an arm full of deck chairs. Gus owns the prettiest cock I have ever seen. Long, thick, and the type of cock they would model vibrators and dildos on.

“Get your little ass on the bed now,” Gus growls at me and I can see in his eyes he’s about this close to losing it completely, which causes heat to pool between my thighs because I’ve only ever seen Gus in complete control. I want to watch that control snap. I want to watch him come undone.

Smirking up at him, I run my forearm across my face, wiping away the spit and pre-cum that I’m sure is all over my lips and cheeks. I turn toward the bed before looking at him over my shoulder, placing first my right knee on the bed, then leaning forward on my hands before bringing my left knee up. I wiggle my arse in the air and a yelp escapes me when his large hand lands on my arse cheek with a loud crack. Before I can say anything I feel his tongue lick a stripe where I can still feel the heat of his hand, before he rubs my skin tenderly, his other hand joining my other cheek, then I feel him pull them open, his spit hitting my pussy from behind.

“Fuck yes, look at this little wet pussy, all needy for me.” He uses his fingers to massage my lips, spreading wetness around, opening me up with his fingers. “I need to get this little hole ready for my fat cock, because once I get in there, I will not be going easy on you, little wife. Tell me that’s what you want.”

I moan at his touch and his filthy words, nodding my head with vigor until I feel his hand slap my pussy.

“Tell me what you want, Ana. I want to hear your words. I want to hear you beg for my cock and my cum.” I let out a whimper because everything is too good, too much, and I want it all.

“Yes Gus, I want your cock and your cum. Please, please don’t tease me,” I glance over my shoulder and I see a smirk growing on his handsome face. He makes eye contact with me and I watch as he lets a trail of saliva drip out of his mouth, gasping when it hits my pucker.

“Good girl” and with those words he places the head of his cock at my entrance and in one movement pushes deep into me, not stopping until his hips hit my arse, his balls bouncing off my clit. A long, low groan rents the air, and I’m not sure if it was Gus or me.

His hands grip my hips tight, and I’m sure I’m going to have his finger marks on me in the morning. I don’t care. I want everything this man has to give.

He pumps slowly, in and out, snapping his hips so he can hit me deeper and deeper. His hands run up and down my curves, massaging my back, caressing me everywhere. Whispers of how beautiful I am, how amazing I am as a woman, how he’s so fucking lucking to be inside me breaks through the pleasure I’m feeling, heightening the whole experience, all my senses drowning in this man. But it’s not enough. I need him to lose control. And I want to watch when it happens. When he pulls back his hips, I crawl forward, breaking our connection.

He goes to grab my ankle to bring me back, but I grab his hand and pull him toward me for a deep kiss before I use my body weight to pull him down on the bed, spinning at the last minute so he’s flat on his back and I’m leaning over him.

“What’s your plan, baby?” Gus smiles up at me, and I can’t help but smile back as I straddle him, picking up his cock in my hand to hold his length upright. I place the head of his cock at my opening and lower myself until I’m stuffed full of Gus. This position going deeper than anything I’ve ever felt.

My eyes close of their own volition and I have to fight to open them so I can see Gus. He has his head thrown back, the cords of his neck on show as he groans when I tighten my pelvic floor muscles. I place my hands on either side of his head and start rocking, faster and harder until my arse is slapping down onto the tops of Gus’s thighs, my pussy making obscene sounds, Gus’s hands tightening on my hips, helping guide me.

He’s close, I know he is, so I lean back, plant my feet on either side of his hips and bounce, his cock shuttling in and out of me, bringing me dangerously close to my peak.

I look at Gus to see his jaw clenching. “Fuck baby, fuck you gotta cum. I can’t hold it.”

Neither can I so at his words I slam down on his cock and grind my clit on him, my orgasm crashing through me as I feel a wave of wetness pulse through me.

Gus bands his arm around my back, pulling my chest to his, the other hand gripping my arse hard as he plants his feet and fucks up into me hard and fast before a growl rips through his chest and I feel his release fill me up. Pulse after pulse of Gus’s cock sends little shocks through my core and my body and I can’t think of anywhere I would rather be than being held by Gus; my cheek pressed against his chest hair as he runs his hands through my hair, whispering sweet nothings to me.

I wake up with a start, and see three shadowy figures standing at the foot of my bed, backlit by the security lights that beam outside my window. I drop my head back onto my pillow with a huff, a low growl emanating from my chest.

“We’ll meet you outside,” Jules’ voice murmurs in the dark, and the two big bastard shadows followed by a short one leave what I thought was my private space. Fucking siblings.

Lifting my head off the pillow, I look to my left to see Ana’s beautiful face relaxed in slumber, her plump lips slightly parted as soft breaths leave her. I roll out of bed, making sure to pull the covers higher over my wife so she doesn’t get a chill. I pull on my sweats and gently creep out of the room before walking through the rest of my house on a damn warpath, storming through my open front door and out onto the porch.

“What the fuck do you three want? It’s the middle of the night!” I whisper shout at their three smug bastard faces.

“We just wanted to make sure everything is going well, and to warn you we love Ana, so don’t fuck this up.” Tav says, the other two nodding in agreement.

“And this shit couldn’t wait until the morning?”

“Wellll, it kinda could, but I was keen to do it now because you three did it to Rhodie when we first boned. So you set the precedent. You only have yourself to blame.” With that, Dayz shakes her head sadly and pats me on the shoulder before heading off to her own home, her Ugg boots softly padding down the path. I drop my chin to my chest and hope like hell when I look up Dumb and Dumber have gone home, too. I tilt my head back up - no such luck.

“Look, I really, really like Ana. More than like her. There is no way I’m going to fucking hurt her. But if, for some reason, I do, unintentionally, of course, I grant you both permission to kick my ass. Good?”

Jules and Tav share a glance before both tipping their chins at me.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Jules smirks at me.

“Awesome, do that. Now get the hell off my porch.” I head back into my home, gently closing the front door before tip-toeing back into our room. I head to my side of the bed when Ana’s sleepy voice calls out.

“Was that your family just now?”

I let out a sigh before sitting on my side of the bed. “You hear all that?” I watch a smile slowly grow on her face, her eyes still closed.

“Mmmmmhmmm” She cracks an eye open, takes one look at my face and then laughs before she sits up, holding the covers to her chest, hiding those magnificent tits from me. She snaps her fingers in my face and I shoot my gaze up to meet her green eyes, narrowed in my direction.

“Eyes up here, lover boy,”

“Aw, but they’re just so fucking beautiful. I want to kiss them -” I lean forward, hovering my lips just out of her reach before I press a gentle kiss to the swell of her breast above the covers. “- and lick them -” I lick down the valley of her cleavage, her hand holding the covers up, dropping to my lap, allowing me to lick across one plump mound. I’m about to draw her nipple into my mouth when a loud grumble comes from further down. My eyes shoot to hers, holding them for a beat before we both burst into laughter. Ana flopping back onto the bed, me leaning over her, burying my face in her stomach, as giggles ripple through us.

This. This is what I love about my relationship with Ana. We can have moments of such intensity because of work or danger or pent up sexual tension, and then moments of lightness that I’ve never really experienced with anyone before.

“Whoops, soz about that big man, but we skipped dinner, remember?”

“No, we didn’t. I definitely remember eating you for my dinner.” I lift my head from where it’s been resting comfortably on her soft stomach and waggle my eyebrows. Yeah, ok, I know it’s a cheesy line, and so does Ana because she just rolls those beautiful green eyes of hers and pushes me back with a hand to my forehead so she can sit up.

“We can resume what you were about to do with the girls after I eat the takeout that’s still sitting on the bench ok?,”

“Fine. But only if you eat naked. I watch to watch these beauties while I chow down on crab rangoons,” I cup her breasts in my hands and brush my thumbs lightly over her tight nipples, drawing a moan from her lips at the same time her stomach grumbles again.

“Ok, come on, wife, let me feed you. Naked.”

I watch as she squints her eyes, lips pursed before she nods her head. “Deal.”

We settle at the kitchen island, Ana perched on the barstool but only after she placed a towel down.

“Have you ever sat on your couch naked before?”

My head shoots up at this. “No way. That’s leather! Leather is too cold, or too sweaty. Why’s that?” I watch as her cheeks pinken some.

“Um, nothing, just wondering.”

I frown at her for a moment before my stomach reminds me it needs sustenance if I’m going to rock my wife’s world again. Yes, I did just say that. We dig into our respective meals, sharing here and there in comfortable silence.

“Ok, Mr. Tombs. We have some time on our hands. Let’s play a round of 20 questions. Quick fire way to get to know each other. I mean, we know each other pretty well -”

“I’d say very well after having my tongue in your -” I’m cut off by her throwing a shrimp at me. It lands on my chest before sliding down my chest hair at a glacial rate. My eyes shoot to hers and she lets out a snort.

“As I was saying, we know each other pretty well, but we don’t know the simple stuff. Like, what’s your favorite color?”

I scoop the shrimp off my chest and pop it into my mouth. “Ok. It’s green. It used to be blue, but now it’s green.” Specifically, the moss green of her eyes. “What’s yours?”

“Orange. Who did you lose your virginity to and how did it happen?”

I choke a little on my food and thump my chest to get it all down. “Jesus, that was a jump!”

The little minx smirks at me before circling her hands in the air in a motion for me to hurry up.

“Ok, so it was the cliche prom night, in the best hotel room I could afford, which meant it was pretty shitty. We were both virgins, both super nervous, and I didn’t know that you could take a girls virginity with your fingers so when I got her ready and saw the blood on my hand I freaked out a little,” I look across the counter and see Ana has her lips pulled between her teeth, her face red. I let out a little sigh and carry on. “Anyway, she said it was nothing and we could keep going, but I had lost my erection because of the whole blood thing, so she offered to give me a hand job, which did the trick. But I’m sure she also took two layers of skin with her.”

Ana’s laugh fills the room, and she slaps her little hand on the countertop, her jiggling tits mesmerizing me momentarily.

“So I get hard, fumble to put on the condom, and learn the hard way that I was a two pump chump.” I shake my head sadly as she bursts into another fit of giggles. I’m never described as the funny man in the family, so I love how much I can make Ana laugh. “Ok, ok, not that bad. Your turn. But no details, because I’ll want to go back in time and beat his ass.” She rolls her eyes at me before composing herself.

“It wasn’t nearly as exciting as your story, or memorable really. So, in New Zealand, the legal drinking age is 18, but, I mean, obviously we drink earlier than that. So, I was 16. It was just before my dad passed, and I had told my parents I was staying at a friend’s house. Instead, I was getting white girl wasted in a field with my three friends and some older guys that we thought were sooooo cool.” I nod, wanting her to continue, picturing a young, carefree Ana. “Anyway, the guy I liked was a drummer in a local band, so clearly he was peak hotness. He also had a couple of tattoos that his friend and bandmate had done. He was tall, AIDs thin, had a scraggly goatee and a floppy fringe. And he also thought he was god’s gift to women. We had some very lackluster foreplay, where he rubbed my left fanny flap way too long, finger blasted me and turned out to be a one pump chump, so at least you were better than that.” She snorts.

“Hold up!” I place my finger over her lips, stopping her from talking. Her wide eyes turn from shock to a frown.

“Fanny flap? What do you mean? I don’t get it. What did he do to your butt?” I remove my finger from her lips.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“What do you mean by fanny flap?”

“Fanny flap, you know, pussy lip?” I stare at this woman like she’s been beamed down to earth.

“No, I don’t know. Here a fanny is your butt.”

Her eyebrows fly to her hairline before she squints at me. “Wow. I, I don’t know what to say. No wonder Tuesday looked confused when I told her I was having ‘fanny flutters’ about you.”

We stare at each other for a beat before the laughter overtakes us once more.