38. Colt

38

COLT

F lora writhes beneath me, her slender body arching as my tongue dances over her clit. A groan escapes my throat as Nash fucks my ass with his tongue, driving me wild.

Flora’s hips buck against my mouth as I suck, her thighs squeezing my head. Her fingers twist in my hair, holding me there as if afraid I might stop. Fuck, she’s so sweet. Her sharp intake of breath spurs me on, and I lick faster, savoring the way her body responds.

Nash’s tongue is skilled, knowing exactly how to make me crazy. I bite down on Flora’s inner thigh to stifle a moan as my cock leaks.

Flora’s moans grow louder, her knees widening as she surrenders to me.

I pull back slightly, teasing her swollen clit with gentle flicks of my tongue. Her body trembles, teetering on the edge of no return. I want to draw this out, make it last, but her eyes plead me, and damn, I can’t deny her anything. I dive back in, my tongue relentless, and she shatters.

“Fuck, you make such a beautiful mess when you squirt like that,” I growl, lapping up every drop of her release.

My cock pulses at the sight, starving for attention.

I smile as I look over my shoulder at Nash, seeing his eager expression, his eyes dark with desire. “You ready to surrender that sexy ass so I can pop that cherry?”

A shudder runs through him. I’ve been stretching him for a week now, teasing his hole with my fingers and toys when we’re all intimate. He’s taken to it naturally, and I know he’s craving more. “Yeah,” he breathes, his voice husky.

I pat the bed beside me. “Get between her legs, then. Give our beautiful angel your cock while I fuck your ass.” I watch as he maneuvers himself between Flora’s spread thighs.

“She’s ours. Take our girl and make her scream.” I reach over, running my hand through his hair.

He nods, his hands gripping Flora’s hips as he presses his leaking cock to her soaking entrance. His breath hitches as he pushes into her, her body welcoming him home the same way it does me. He closes his eyes at the feeling of being embedded in her heat.

“Fuck, so tight.” His hips begin to move, his eyes sliding shut as he savors the sensation. “Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Taking it all like you were created just for us.”

Flora arches her back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.“Fuck, Nash,” she groans, fisting her hands through his hair.

Nash’s hips stutter, his eyes falling shut. He’s always been the more controlled one, the calm to my chaos, but right now, he’s that battle, and it’s fucking hot.

I lean over, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck as my hand slips between the muscular cheeks of his ass. He moans, his hands tightening on her hips. I grab the lube from the nightstand, coating my fingers before teasing his tight hole.

He groans, his body clenching around me. “Fuck, Colt.”

“You like that, huh?” I whisper, stretching him and finding his prostate, massaging it, and feeling him relax as pleasure overwhelms him.

I smirk, withdrawing my fingers. “Your turn to be ruined.” I reach for the toy box under the bed, pulling out a couple of our favorites. The biggest one is a challenge, but he’s so turned on that I think he can take it. It’s the only one I haven’t used with him yet.

I coat the toy with lube, positioning it at his entrance. Slowly, I apply steady pressure, watching hungrily as it glides inside him. I focus on his back for any signs of tension or discomfort. But he takes it, his body welcoming the invasion.

I tease it in and out, slowly at first, then more fervently as he relaxes. He’s stunning like this, his control gone; nothing left but surrender.

“More,” he begs, his voice strained. “Please, Colt.”

“Greedy boy,” I groan. Fuck. I’ll never get enough of hearing him beg. “You think you’re ready for the real thing?”

He glances over his shoulder and is eager, but I can see the trepidation in his eyes. “Yeah,” he breathes.

His eyes flick back to Flora, who’s moaning beneath him, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

I slick up my cock, my breath catching at the sight of him before me, open and willing. I brush my thumb over the smooth rides of his hole. Fuck. The number of times I’ve thought about fucking Nash. Flora’s slim thighs frame his perfect ass, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moves within her. I have to remind myself to breathe as I slowly push into him, inch by inch, feeling that sweet tightness as he stretches to accommodate me.

His back arches, and he lets out a low groan, his head dropping forward. I pause, giving him a moment to adjust. “You okay, baby?”

He nods, his breath hitching. “Move, Colt. I need you to move.”

I chuckle, my body on fire as I begin to thrust, finding a steady rhythm. I look down at him, loving the way he takes me. “So fucking tight. Such a good boy. Taking my cock like a champ.”

Flora watches us, her eyes shining with desire. “Fill our boy up, Colt. Give it to him.”

I obey, my movements becoming more urgent. “Your ass fits me like a tight glove, one made to sheath my cock, to milk me dry,” I grit out, my hands digging into his hips. “Gonna breed our boy.”

Nash groans, his fingers digging into Flora’s thighs as he moves again, his body working to accommodate both of us. “Fuck, yes, Colt. Breed my hole while I fuck our girl.”

Nash plunges into Flora again, his pace frantic now. His body works between us, his face buried in the curve of Flora’s neck. She moans, her arms wrapping around him as he thrusts, her nails raking down his back.

I grip his hips, guiding my cock into him with forceful thrusts. He groans, his body clenching around me. I lean over, my mouth finding his ear. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yeah.” His voice is strangled, his hips moving back to meet my thrusts.

Flora’s hands move between them, her fingers seeking out her clit. “Feels so good, Nash. Harder, please.”

He growls, his body tensing as he drives into her. “Take it, baby. Take my cock.”

I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear. “Wish I could see your face.”

Nash grunts, his head lifting as he looks back at me over his shoulder, his eyes dark with lust. “Like this?” he asks.

“Perfect,” I murmur before leaning closer and kissing him messily.

Flora’s breathing comes in sharp pants. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips swollen. “I’m close,” she gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”

Nash’s hips move faster, his body slick with sweat as he pounds into her. “Come for us, baby.”

She bites her lip, her hips arching off the bed as she comes.

“That’s it, baby. So fucking beautiful,” Nash groans.

I thrust into Nash, my hands gripping his slender hips as I mark my territory. “You like watching her come, Nash? I want you to join her. Breed her cunt while I breed this tight ass.”

He groans, his back arching as he fucks her through her climax. “I don’t want it to end.”

Flora’s eyes shine as she looks up at him. “Me either.”

He growls, his hips stuttering as he buries himself in her heat. He reaches between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit. “Then we’ll do it again. I want to feel you come all over my cock a second time.”

She whimpers, her head tossing back and forth as her hips move with his hand. “Yes, Nash. Please.”

I grin, my pace matching his. Our skin slaps together, the sounds filling the room, mixing with our grunts and moans. Nash’s body is slick with sweat now, his muscles gleaming in the dim light.

I reach around, my hand finding his cock where it slides in and out of Flora’s wetness. He groans, his head dropping as I palm his balls. “Such a good boy. I want to feel you come while you get your ass fucked hard.”

His back arches as he loses control. His balls pulse in my hand, his cum painting Flora’s insides. That alone makes Flora fall apart again, her cries filling the room.

I grin, my pace becoming more urgent. “You want my cum, Nash? Bet that tight ass of yours craves it, fucking needs it.”

“Yes, I crave your cum,” Nash groans. “I need it dripping out of me, marking my ass as yours and yours alone.”

I can’t hold back any longer, my hips moving frantically as I lose myself in the feel of him. I bury myself deep, my cum filling him as I grit out, “Fuck! Nash!”

He groans, his body shaking.

I finish with a final, deep thrust. I come hard, my body pulsing as I fill his ass. Groaning, I pull out, my body utterly spent.

Flora’s eyes are huge, a smile spreading across her lips. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

I grin, feeling a surge of pride. I love this—the three of us together. It’s not something I ever thought could work. You always expect some kind of jealousy, but I don’t feel anything but love for them.

Nash rolls onto his side, reaching for Flora’s hand. “I’ve never felt anything so good,” he breathes, his eyes half-closed. “Your pussy clenching around my cock while Colt fucks my ass... It’s my new favorite way of fucking.”

Flora’s cheeks are flushed, but she bites her lip with a playful smile. “You boys have ruined me for anyone else.”

“Of course, we have.” Nash’s voice is a soft contrast to the harsh words. “You’re ours, little bird. No one else will touch you in this lifetime.”

I take her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “We love you, Flora. You’re our girl.”

Her eyes shine with tears, and her lips tremble as she whispers, “I love you, too.”

Nash pulls her into a hug, and I join them, wrapping my arms around them. We stay like that for a long moment, relishing being together and whole.