27. Nash

27

NASH

“ D id we wake you?” My voice cuts through the heavy silence.

Flora stretches languidly on the sofa, her fingers still buried between her legs, her flushed skin damp with desire. “You did. All that grunting was hard to ignore. Don’t worry, I’m glad I caught the show.” A mischievous smile plays on her lips as her eyes flick between Colt and me. “I can’t wait until you two finally fuck each other in the ass.”

Colt’s eyes spark with heat, his gaze lingering on me momentarily. I know he wants it, too.

“Is this silly pretense that you don’t want each other over?” Flora’s question hangs in the air.

I glance at Colt. It’s time to stop hiding, to give in. I approach him, reaching out to trace his jawline with my fingertip. “It’s over,” I murmur. “We both want you, Flora. And we want each other, too.”

Colt’s eyes darken as he pulls me toward him, his mouth crashing against mine. It’s a kiss laden with pent-up desire, the taste of him familiar and yet indescribably intoxicating. Our lips move in sync, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

Flora watches us. “I knew it,” she breathes, her fingers again moving between her legs. “I want to watch you take each other.”

I knew this moment would come. And now, with Flora’s eyes on us, eager and gleaming with anticipation, it’s time to give her what she wants—what we want.

I pull Colt toward me, not breaking eye contact for a second. He resists at first, his gaze questioning, searching my eyes as if to confirm that this is happening. I give him a slight nod, and he relaxes into my touch, his lips crashing hungrily against mine.

His mouth is warm and insistent, his tongue demanding entry. Our kiss is urgent. Our hands are everywhere, tearing at clothes, exploring bare skin.

Flora’s eyes are bright as she watches us. Her fingers move feverishly between her legs, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “Fuck, yes,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. “I can’t wait to see Nash’s cock buried deep in your ass, Colt. I want to see you take it all.”

Colt moans at her words, his eyes darkening even further. “You want to see that?” he asks, his voice rough. “You want to watch Nash fuck me?”

“More than anything,” she replies, her fingers working faster. “I want to see you both lose control. I want to hear you cry out, Colt. I want to know that it’s Nash who finally makes you let go.”

I can see the desire and conflict flashing in Colt’s eyes. We’ve both always been in control. Colt is naturally dominant, though, especially in the bedroom. But now, with me, he’s ready to surrender. “Then that’s what I’ll give you, angel,” he growls. “I’ll let Nash fuck me while I’m buried deep inside your sweet cunt.”

I swallow hard, my cock throbbing at the image his words evoke. I’ve often fantasized about this moment, dreaming of the feel of Colt’s body yielding to mine. Now, it’s finally within reach.

I push Colt toward the sofa, urging him to bend over the armrest. He complies, his breath coming in sharp pants. “Do it, Nash,” he grits out. “Fuck me.”

I glance at Flora, who is pretty and flushed. “You ready for this, Flora?” I ask. “Ready to watch me sink into Colt’s tight hole while he pounds that pretty cunt of yours?”

She whimpers, her eyes rolling back as her fingers work feverishly. “Yes,” she breathes. “I need to feel Colt inside me while you’re inside him, knowing we’re all connected in the most intimate way possible.”

Colt’s body is taut as a bowstring as he bends over the armrest of the couch, his powerful muscles rippling with restrained need. There’s a challenge in his eyes, daring me to take what I want. I step forward, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Flora is already by his side, her delicate hands reaching out to stroke his leaking cock, which is already fully hard again. She’s eager, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I can see the lust building in her, mirroring the ache in my own body.

I press a kiss to Colt’s broad shoulder. “Relax,” I murmur against his skin. “Let us take care of you.”

Flora lets out a soft sigh, her fingers tightening around his length. I know she’s imagining what it will be like to have this man inside her, even as she helps prepare him for me.

I head into my bedroom and grab some lube, coating my fingers generously before trailing a slick fingertip down the furrow of his ass. He hisses at the sensation, his body tensing momentarily before he relaxes into my touch. I know how to prepare him, having fucked women in the ass on countless occasions.

I scavenge in the kitchen and retrieve a tapered candle to stretch him open. Coating it generously with lube, my heart pounds with anticipation.

I press the tip of the candle to his entrance, watching as his body swallows it greedily. He lets out a low groan, his head falling forward. “Fuck, yes,” he grits out.

I push the candle deeper, my own breath coming in short pants. “You like that, don’t you, Colt?” I ask, my voice husky with need. “You like the feel of being stretched open, filled up.”

“Do it harder, Nash. I can take it,” he growls, his hips pushing back.

I smile, my eyes flicking briefly to Flora, who bites her lip as she watches, her own pleasure forgotten for the moment as she’s drawn to the erotic display before her. “As you wish,” I murmur, my voice laced with amusement. I begin to thrust the candle in and out of him, setting a steady rhythm, watching as his body accepts the intrusion, craving more.

“You’ve prepared yourself like this before, haven’t you?” I ask, my fingers tightening around the base of the candle. “You like to fuck your own ass, don’t you, Colt?”

He grunts, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggles to maintain his dominant facade. “Maybe,” he grunts. “Once you’ve felt a cock in your ass, it’s hard to stop. I’ve got a few dildos I like to ride, jacking off simultaneously. Always wishing it was your cock pounding into me.”

“Fuck,” I groan, my dick straining to be inside him.

Flora’s voice snaps me back to the moment, her breathless words pulling a smirk to my lips. “You two are so fucking sexy. I can’t wait any longer.”

Colt’s eyes glitter with desire as he stands. “Lie back,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “I’m going to sink into this tight cunt while Nash takes what he wants from my ass.”

Flora doesn’t hesitate, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and lust as she settles back onto the sofa. Her legs fall open, inviting Colt to take what he craves. He positions himself between her thighs, his cock hovering at her entrance as he reaches down to guide himself into her wet heat.

The sight of his thick length disappearing inside her makes my breath catch. I want to be buried deep inside him at the same moment he fills her, our bodies connected in the most primal way possible.

Colt starts to move, his hips snapping forward as he thrusts into Flora’s welcoming body. She moans, her hands reaching up to grip his biceps as he sets a relentless pace. “Fuck, yes,” she gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she takes him deep. “God, your cock feels so good.”

I move behind Colt, lining up the tip of my lubed-up cock with his waiting hole. I can feel his anticipation, his body trembling with need. “Are you ready for me, Colt?” I whisper, my lips close to his ear. “Ready for my cock inside your ass while I watch you fuck our girl?”

“Yes,” he growls, his voice strained with desire. “Do it, Nash. Take me while I take her.”

My cock pulses with need as I begin to push into him, feeling the resistance of his body before he relaxes, welcoming my intrusion. I groan at the tight heat surrounding me, the sight of my cock disappearing inside him almost too much to bear.

Colt’s hips stutter for a moment as he adjusts to the sensation. He continues his thrusts into Flora, his pace never faltering. I begin to move in time with him, setting up a rhythm with us moving.

Grunts and groans fill the room, a symphony of desire and need. I can feel the connection between us, our bodies moving in unison, driven by the same lust. It’s everything I’ve fantasized about and more.

Colt’s body moves in perfect time with mine, his hips snapping forward as he sinks deep into Flora, even as I bury myself deeper into him. “Fuck, yes,” he growls, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat covering his skin. “This is what you want, angel. You want to be filled up, don’t you? Want to feel Nash pounding into me while I split your pretty cunt wide open.”

I moan at his words, the filthy image only fueling my desire. I’ve always been the one in control, the one calling the shots, but now, with Colt’s body yielding to mine, I find myself surrendering to the moment, to the raw, carnal lust that courses through my veins.

“You like that, don’t you, Colt?” I murmur, my lips close to his ear, my breath hot against his skin. “You like the feel of my cock inside you.” I pull back slightly, only to snap my hips forward, driving into him with forceful thrusts. “I’m going to fuck you so good, make you come apart around my cock.”

“God, yes,” he grits out, his hands tightening on Flora’s thighs as he holds her in place, his powerful body working tirelessly to pleasure her even as he submits to me. “Do it, Nash. Make me come. Make me forget everything but your cock and her cunt.”

I glance down, watching as my cock disappears into his body, the stretch of his hole tight and perfect around me. His ass clenches around me, milking my cock, and I groan, my head falling back as I savor the sensation.

“Look at me, Flora,” Colt commands. “Look at me as I fuck you. As I make you come.”

Her eyes fly open, her breath catching at the intensity of his gaze. “Yes, Colt,” she breathes, her fingers digging into his arms. “I’m looking at you.”

“Good girl. Keep your eyes on me as you come. I want you to see me when you fall apart.”

Her chest heaves as she succumbs to his command, her eyes never wavering from his as her body surges toward its peak. “Oh, God,” she whimpers, her body tensing.

Colt’s hips never stop moving, his thrusts relentless as he drives into her, even as I continue to pound into him, claiming his body as my own. “Come for us, angel,” he growls, his voice rough. “Come all over my cock.”

Her eyes squeeze shut for a moment, her body arching as she surrenders to the pleasure. “Yes!” she cries, her voice echoing in the room. “I’m coming, Colt. I’m—” Her words devolve into a series of incoherent moans as her orgasm washes over her, her body trembling in the aftermath.

Colt’s release is approaching, his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Look at her, Nash,” he grits out. “Look at her as I fill her cunt with my cum.”

My own body responds to his words; the image of his thick length buried inside her, pumping into her, pushing me closer to the edge. “Fuck, Colt,” I breathe, my hips snapping forward, driving into him with urgent thrusts. “I’m not going to last much longer either.”

“Good,” he growls, his eyes narrowing. “Come inside me, Nash. Mark me as yours at the same time as I fill her with my seed.”

The mere demand pushes me over the edge. “Fuck!” I cry, my body tensing as my release surges through me, jet after jet of hot cum filling him, branding him as mine.

Colt comes at exactly the same moment, his body stiffening as he empties himself into Flora, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as he rides out his orgasm. “Fuck,” he grunts, his hips giving a few final, shallow thrusts as he buries himself deep inside her.

The room is filled with the sound of our harsh breathing, our bodies slick with sweat, sated from the intense release. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the curve of Colt’s shoulder, savoring the taste of his skin, salty with our exertion. He shifts slightly, turning his head to meet my lips in a tender and passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle momentarily before he pulls away, a soft smile on his lips.

I glance down at Flora, who watches us, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and something akin to wonder. “What are you thinking?” I ask, my fingers gently brushing the damp hair from her forehead. “Did we meet your expectations?”

She smiles, her face soft and dreamy. “More than I could have ever imagined,” she breathes, her hand reaching up to stroke Colt’s cheek. I knew it would be intense, but the connection...” She trails off, shaking her head slightly, unable to find the words.

I know exactly what Flora means. Watching her eyes sparkle with contentment, feeling Colt’s steady breathing against me—it’s a connection I never thought possible. Not just physical, but something deeper that binds us together.

“You’re everything to me,” I murmur, running my fingers through Flora’s hair. Her smile brightens the room, chasing away the shadows of our pasts. Beside me, Colt’s hand finds mine, squeezing gently.

“We protect our own,” Colt says, his voice rough with emotion. The words carry weight—a promise we’ve all made to each other. After everything Flora’s been through and all the years Colt and I spent dancing around our feelings, we finally found our place.

Flora reaches up, touching both our faces. “I feel safe with you both,” she whispers. “Like I finally belong somewhere.”

My heart swells at her words. That’s all we’ve ever wanted—to give her the security she deserves, to show her what real love feels like. In doing so, Colt and I discovered something in ourselves, too.

“You’ll always have us,” I promise, kissing her forehead. “Both of us.”

Colt nods in agreement, his eyes meeting mine over Flora’s head. There’s understanding there and something more—a depth of feeling that no longer needs to hide in shadows.

We stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, savoring the quiet moment. This connection we share is perfect.