52. Extended Epilogue

Six months later

I don't consider myself to be a romantic person. Probably far from it, but I'm beginning to think Max is making me into one. Though it could just be Troy creating an absolute nonsensically big deal about the location I picked to celebrate this year.

It's not just that; I wanted it to be a bit more special, especially since last week marked her one-year anniversary of winning the mazes. I find that a bit easier to say than our one-year anniversary; I'm not entirely sure why. It isn't like I'm shy about us being together, it's just strange still I suppose.

Not us, we aren't strange. I mean we are but not our relationship. That's fine. It's a me problem, I'm sure over time I'll figure it out.

Troy bursts out laughing, drawing me away from staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the snowy peaks outside.

"What's the best way to ruin a first date?" He can barely contain himself, and while I'd say he is being obnoxious, Cards Against Humanity is quite funny, and for whatever reason Max is the luckiest of us, picking the funniest white cards imaginable. "Who—who the fuck—"

Max and Sasha roll onto their backs, cackling and kicking their feet as if teenagers. I chalk it up to their intake of alcohol, in of which I have indulged in as well. I do feel a bit light headed, but nowhere near the looseness of my Petit Mouton .

"A fart so powerful, it registers on the Richter scale!" I'm pretty sure Max snorts, but I can't tell.

I clear my throat, my lips pressing tightly into a fine line attempting to keep myself from laughing.

"The Kool-Aid man busting through the wall!" His laughter bounces around the room, and I swear it's so strong it nearly blows out the stoked fire that's warming up the space around us.

"Crying over the food because it's so good!"

"Who—who's ahh—hahaha!" Sasha struggles to pull herself together, and I release a deep breath to steady myself.

"Okay, who's is who and who is the winner?" I interject, picking up my glass of whisky and sipping from it, continuing to try to keep a straight face.

After several minutes of wiping tears, beginning his statement and then laughing again, Troy finally gets himself together. "Crying over the food is definitely yours Draven." My eyes roll, but I don't confirm or deny his assumption. "Kool-Aid is my sweetheart's, and fart so powerful is Max's—which I'm sorry to say is the winner."

Sasha grabs one of the ornate pillows that we threw on the floor for comfort and tosses it at him. "Rude. You never pick mine!"

"Wait—You are so wrong!" Max nearly screams. "I had Kool-Aid!"

"Yeah, and mine was crying over the food," Sasha slowly says while turning toward me. "Which means, the fart was Draven!"

"Okay can we not state it like that? I didn't—"

Great, now they're all laughing. I groan. That joke will travel amongst the carnival so damn fast, I may as well just kill them before we leave.

After what felt like hours of cackling over my single card win, Troy and I are in the kitchen making the girls another drink. His hand slaps against the middle of my back and I look down at him. He has a cheesy smile lining his lips, and I already know where this is going.

"So, Drave," he wiggles his eyebrows and I veil my eyes, someone save me. "Did you invite us up here just to enjoy the weekend, or did you have something else in mind?"

I slam the knife blade down onto the wooden board, making him jump from the loud smack. I'm finished cutting the lime, and it felt fitting to startle him in that moment.

"What ever would you be suggesting, Troy?" My tone is flat. I'm just fucking with him, I know what my girl has been desiring since we got here yesterday, and I do plan to give it to her. First, I need to draw a very serious line with my leprechaun here.

He laughs nervously. "Oh—Okay never mind, I misread the signs."

My lip curves at one side, and I turn back to Sasha's drink, a mint and lime mojito. "You read right, but there are some ground rules." He leans against the counter, and from the corner of my eye I can spot that stupid grin of his. "First, you do not run the show here. I say bend, you bend, you got that?" I grab the knife and point the tip of it at his face, but he doesn't waiver, only nods. "Second, don't touch my ass. I will kill you. Sasha may be sad for a moment, but I'll be sure to have her come all over your dead corpse—along with Max and myself."

"Would you at least bury me?" He wiggles his eyebrows, as if I'm kidding. "Or would I be dinner for Shade?"

"The latter." I lift Sasha's drink to him. "Now go."

I move to making Max's drink, which she requested something called a Zombie—I'm a bit concerned about it to be honest: three types of rum, one being 151-proof. She insisted, and at this point, I rarely tell her no to anything, unless it's absolutely ridiculous.

Like putting her fingers in my ass.

Once I've topped my whiskey off, I'm moving back to the living room. The scent of pine is overwhelming but I can't deny I like it. It really is beautiful in here, and the gentle snowfall outside adds a nice touch to the scene, while the crackling fireplace radiates comfort.

Okay, yeah I'm definitely not drinking another after this .

When I return to them, Max has her head resting in Sasha's lap, fiddling with her top. "Your Zombie, Petit Mouton ."

"I love that you still call her Little Sheep, even a year later," Sasha coos.

Max sits up and takes the drink, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth. "Thank you," she nearly moans against her glass.

A throaty growl rumbles in my throat.

Patience , I remind myself.

"Next game!" Sasha shouts. Max never takes her eyes off me, and I'm equally challenging her with mine. She is playing a dangerous game, and if she keeps it up, I will take her right here in front of them.

She'd mentioned Sasha being bisexual, but they hadn't done anything between them yet . So, I'll take it slow getting us started.

"Six-or-die," Max says, turning her attention to Troy. "There is a die behind you, and the rules are very simple. If you role a one, you pick someone for a dare. Two, never have I ever. Three, lose a piece of clothing—" Sasha giggles. "Four, take a drink. Five, this or that. Six, someone else drinks."

"The drinks are shots poured straight into the mouth by the roller," Sasha says pointedly. I'm assuming these two attended enough college parties to know to distinguish what they meant by "drinks".

"Draven, you first." Troy tosses over the die, and I don't hesitate to just roll it. Of course. Three.

With a roll of my eyes and their bursts of giggles, I take off my shirt. Not that it matters much—we'll be naked soon enough anyway .

I watch as Max takes a drink, and slowly moves away from Sasha toward me. "I want to touch," she hums.

Shaking my head, I grab her hand that was reaching out toward me. "Soon, now sit and roll the die."

She groans but doesn't protest, and grabs the die, rolling a one. Her eyes draw slowly back to me, a smirk playing across her lips. "I dare you to let me touch you."

Sasha lets out a giggle. "That isn't how dare works, Max, you know that! You have to dare him to do something."

A grumble comes from her swollen lips—she's been biting them, and fuck I can't wait to watch her wrap them around my cock, but equally Troy's cock, and Sasha's clit.

"Fine," she draws out the word. "I dare you to kiss Troy."

My eyes widen, " Pardonne-moi, mon Petit Mouton? Tu es fou! "

" Tu m'as entendu!"

" Tu veux mon poing dans ton cul? "

"What is happening?" Sasha cuts in.

From the corner of my eye, I see Troy beginning to crawl over toward me. "You will sit that short ass of yours down, I am not kissing you."

Max grins, and I swear I will shove my fist up her ass if she doesn't change that dare. "Three… two… one…" I'm warning her to change the dare, or else.

"Fine, fine." She throws her hands up, and looks over her shoulder at Sasha. "Kiss Sasha then."

When I peer at Sasha, her cheeks are flushing. Her eyes widen and those dark iris shift between Max, and myself. "W-What?!" As I suspected, she's a shy one.

I shift one of my legs up, and rest my arm onto my knee. "Come here." This is more my speed, I can never see myself kissing someone that identifies as a man.

Sasha hesitates, and as I tilt my head expectantly, it seems to get her into motion. As she is the furthest from me, she is beginning to stand. However, I bark quickly, "Crawl, Sasha."

"Fuck…" Max whispers in that needy tone of hers. I know better than to take my eyes off Sasha, because I want her to feel the intensity of what is going to come. There is no doubt Max has shared her sex life with her best friend, but I'm going to show how words don't do me justice.

On all fours, she crawls past Max and I spread my leg out for her to move between them. She sits up onto her knees, and licks her lips. I don't look to Troy for approval because he knows here, I am the alpha.

"Very good," I affirm, and lean in to place a kiss on her lips. She sucks in a deep breath, and I can feel the tremble as she pushes harder into it.

When she leans back, her bottom lip is between her teeth and she's shifting to gaze at Max, who is chomping at the bits to have her turn. Though, I can't tell if that is with me, or Sasha. However, I do love a tease, and say, "Sasha, your roll."

A soft huff comes from Max, and I give her a wink.

Sasha doesn't move back to her position, instead stays sat between Max and I. She rolls a five. "This or that, hmm…" she hums, her tone slightly more sheepish than it had been before. Troy retrieves the drink she left on the far side of the circular living area and passes it to her. "This or that, Troy or Sasha. Draven you pick."

"Troy," I quickly answer .

"Troy, baby, shirt or pants off," she coos.

"Pants, Troy," I demand, and I know I'm not the one to pick, but my voice is not a suggestion. "And I swear if you have those rainbow fucking boxers on, take those off too."

He does as I command, and I'm proud of him for being a normal fucking human being for a moment and having standard black boxers on.

He then takes the die, and rolls a one. "Sweet," he grins. "Max, come kiss me since last time I had those sweet lips you were taking advantage of me to get my money."

I roll my eyes so far into the back of my head, I swear I nearly lose them. Idiot.

Max doesn't even look at me, which I'm proud she understands my feelings. We are in a place I've approved of. I don't mind sharing, as long as I'm present. " Petit Mouton, " I call to her before she can begin crawling. "Use your tongue."

The bulge in my pants at watching her crawl makes my hand move around the back of Sasha's neck, and drag her back to my chest. "Do you like?" I whisper against her ear as Max edges between Troy's legs and presses her lips against his. His hand grips the back of her head and both their mouths open simultaneously.

"Yes…" Her voice soft and breathy.

"Good," I brush my lips down her neck. "I want you to crawl over to them, and beg Max to kiss you like that." As my breath fans across her neck, bumps rise below it. "I know you can kiss better than he can."

Releasing her neck is her cue, and she gets down once again on all fours to crawl over to the two of them still intertwining their tongues. When she reaches them, I'm proud of her that she grabs hold of Max's chin and draws her attention to her. "Kiss me," she whimpers.

"Beg better, Sasha." I cock an eyebrow, causing Max to look over at me. "Don't kiss her until she begs, Max."

There was a brief moment of pause, Troy shifting his shirt off in the meantime.

"Please, Max…" Her whisper barely audible to me. "Kiss me like you kiss Draven. Please, I've been a good girl."

That right there is the point of no return for us, and I know that die will not be rolled again. Max is grabbing at her short afro and dragging them down to the ground. She has her legs straddling over Sasha's hips, her opposite hand that isn't holding onto her hair is exploring up her shirt.

Troy doesn't look at me and has been a part of plenty of foursomes to know to allow for this moment.

Sasha grabs hold of Max's waist and pulls her down, their hips grinding against one another, and if I weren't already as hard as I could be, I would be now. Their synchronized moans making bumps rise on my arms.

"Baby," I call for her, and like the good girl she is, she doesn't hesitate to turn her attention to me. "I've been patient enough, come here."

I love the smirk that comes over her as she rolls off Sasha—it wasn't sexy at all, but what do I expect from her? Nothing less. She makes up for it by stripping off her shirt and exposing her braless chest. Her tits are perfect, and I'm excited to have them bouncing in my face while she rides my cock later.

When she crawls between my legs, her hand draws across my cock that is still contained behind my sweats. "You are so fucking hot," she whispers. "I want this inside me so bad."

A slow smirk crosses my expression. "Anything for you, mon amour ." I grab the back of her head and crush our lips together. I'm not gentle as I shove my tongue into her mouth and drag her through the insanity of my desire. Her fingers lace through my hair, gripping so tightly I hiss, but she doesn't relent, and I love it.

I slowly bring my hand up the small of her back, to her neck and equally grab at the roots of her hair, dragging her away slightly. "Fucking perfect. I'm eager to share what is mine." I thrust my groin up against hers, and she lets out a needy moan. "Stand and take your pants off."

She does as I command, and I see Troy has taken the liberty of undressing Sasha. He has his gaze dragging to mine as I gesture them to come to us.

"Both of you," I sit straight up, and lower my leg. The moment Max has her cunt bare for me, I grab hold of her hip and drag her to me to lift one of her legs over my shoulder. People react to freshly brewed coffee the same as I do when I smell her sweet arousal—it drives me to be a mad man, and the fact I'm able to resist, surprises me.

Shifting to Sasha, who is stepping to me, "I'm going to have a feast between you two, when I'm not diving into one of your cunts, make sure you are pleasing the other. Do you understand?" I take her leg to swing it up and over my other shoulder.

They both nod, and I look beyond them at Troy. "Spit in your hand, both of you, and stroke his cock."

"Ah, so kind," Troy croons.

My hands find the small of both Max and Sasha's back, and wait for them to do as commanded. Once their fingers are wrapped around him, which makes him throw his head back and their bodies to tremble, I'm diving into Max first.

For once, I'm pleased at our height difference. I have one of each of their legs draped over my shoulders, giving me the perfect angle to lean in and wrap my lips around Max's needy clit. Her huffs and moans are accompanied by her grabbing onto my hair.

It makes me pull away. " Petit Mouton, rub Sasha's clit. Now!"

The release on my hair is instant, and I return to my endeavor. My tongue flattening as I roll it around with need. It's then I hear Sasha's pants of pleasure, and their symphony is everything to be desired.

My gaze trails up, and I'm so proud to see Max staring down at me, a stain of red cascading across her cheeks and nose. I shove my face further into her slit, running my tongue from her cunt all the way to her clit before sucking on it like it's a piece of candy.

"Oh fuck!" she screams, and I nibble at her bud in approval, before releasing her.

I don't hesitate to shift over to Sasha, and like the good girl Max is, she spreads her thick lips as if inviting me backstage. Her arousal thicker than my girl, but oh so tantalizing. A throaty moan escapes her as I give her the same attention as I did to Max.

I can hear the slip of her fingers against Max's clit, and I know she's doing as I commanded and keeping my girl pleased.

Troy groans, "Fuck that's good," and I shift my gaze to his cock. Max has him firmly in her grasp, rolling her wrist and using his precum to lather him more than their spit. Sasha has her hands cupping and massaging his balls. "Such good girls," he breathes .

They both suck in a breath, and I move back to Max, but just briefly—I want her taste on my lips last.

When I'm satisfied, I lean my head back. "Sasha, come clean your best friend off my face and tongue." They both shift their legs off me, and with zero hesitation she bends forward and slams her lips against mine. I slip my tongue into her mouth and she sucks on it, dragging as much of Max off it as she can.

As if sparked with adrenaline, Sasha releases my tongue and draws hers along my lips. It makes me smirk, and I bring my hand up to her throat, keeping her close. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth and I let out a groan, my cock is desperate, and incapable of waiting any longer.

I shift up, still holding onto Sasha and use my free hand to drag my pants down to my thighs. It's at that point I feel tugging, and at the corner of my eye I see Max pulling them off.

Tearing Sasha away, I smile at her appreciatively.

"Holy fuck—" Sasha gasps. "Piercings?!"

I look at Troy. "The ladies love them, told you."

"I'm glad I'm not small in that department," he laughs, "but holy fuck, way to show me up…and up…and—"

"That is enough," I say with enough force to ensure he knows it's not a request, causing Max to giggle. She's on her knees in front of me, and I give her a wicked smile. "I do love seeing you pleased."

She chews on her bottom lip, and I grab hold of her arm, spinning her around with her back to me. I take us both up, and sit us onto the couch. "Sasha, get down on your hands and knees in front of us." I spread Max's legs wide, exposing her. My cock is just below her, pulsing and ready to fill what is mine .

Placing one hand down between her thighs, I spread her lips and bare her clit to Sasha. My index finger flicks it, causing Max to moan and jump under my hold. My opposite hand grabs her breast while I lean in and kiss her neck. "While Troy fucks that pretty cunt of yours, Sasha, I want you to suck on her clit. Do you want that?"

"Yes—I fucking want that so bad." Her whimper has me growling, which makes Max's legs shake.

I look at Troy, who is getting onto his knees and grabbing hold of Sasha's hips.

"Very good, now Max," I breath against her ear. "Put me inside you and take all of me." Her hand couldn't have moved fast enough, finding my cock and shifting her hips up to press it against her cunt. Without hesitation she forces herself all the way down onto me. My tip immediately pounds against her wall, and I instinctively bite down onto her shoulder.

Her scream turns to moans of pleasure, and by the sounds of thighs slapping I know that Troy is pounding away.

Feeling her tighten around me has my throaty groans turn to words of affirmation, "That's it baby. Do you like that?"

"Yes—Yes! Oh fuck!! Fuck!" Her hips roll, and I suck down on her shoulder, biting as I go. She hesitates to ride me as she normally would, I'm assuming that's because with Sasha's lips locked around her clit, she thinks she needs to stay relatively in place.

I reach around and grab hold of Sasha's head, my other hand shifts to Max's hips and begins rolling her. "Don't hold back," I croon, "you are spread wide—she won't lose your delectable clit. "

The sensation of her tongue drawing along the bottom of my shaft makes me bite hard. "That's a good girl, Sasha."

"That's it, Draven—Sasha—please don't stop!"

"Look at my sweet thing," Troy praises. "Going to suck Max dry, that's my girl." The loud smack of Sasha's ass echoes after his sentence finishes.

Sasha tugs on my hold, but I don't relent, only giving her enough space to breathe. She'll suffocate on Max until she comes all over me and her. "Do you want to come Max?"

Her legs tremble and she leans her head back onto my chest, "Please! OH FUCK!"

I release Sasha's head. "Stay and open your mouth," I command, and just as she likes it, I play Max's bundle of nerves like strings on a guitar. Her hands grab at my thighs and her back curves. "That's it, come all over her, baby."

My cock is strangled as her first of many orgasms this evening washes over her. As she begins to drench my fingers, I spread her lips wide so there's no hinderance to getting it all over Sasha. "So fucking good," I praise. "Do you want Troy now to clean you up while I fill your best friend?"

Her breathing is heavy, and she turns her head toward me, "Y-Yes…"

Kissing her begging lips, I lift her from me and steady her as she stands. Now, Sasha is on her knees looking up at me as I stand beside Max. I grip at the hilt of my cock and brush the tip against her lips, and as she begins to open her mouth, I shake my head. "No, I want as much of her inside of you as possible." She closes her mouth. "So obedient." I shift my gaze to Max, who is still slightly blissed out. "Lay down on your back so Troy can clean up the mess we caused."

Troy takes her by the waist and drags her a few steps before aiding her down to the ground. I move Sasha to turn toward Max and Troy, then bend her over. Her face now hovering over Max's, and I love that she leans in and shoves her tongue right down her throat.

I place myself between Sasha's legs, in of which I spread as far as they'll go without flattening her to the ground, and press my tip against her cunt. "Soaked, how nice of you Troy." I grin, and after lifting her hips, I slam into her. Her scream is ate by Max, who is holding her head. Troy is running his tongue along her thighs and between her slit. I can see the sheen across his mouth, and it honestly turns me on further.

After a few pumps in, I've stretched Sasha out nicely and beat against her wall to show who is the alpha, and that I'll fit whether she tries to stop me or not. I drag my hand up her back and grab hold of her hair at the roots, and pull her head back. "Tell Troy what you want to see, chère. "

My thrusts slow for her to respond. "I want your dick inside Max, baby, please—"

I pull back on her head and drive so hard, it knocks the breath out of her. "Such a good fucking girl."

As Troy is shifting, Max scoots further under Sasha to where her head is right at my balls. In of which she wraps her lips around, and sucks.

"Fuck, Petit Mouton , that's it. Play with her clit too for me," I breathe out, my head flying back as I pound harder.

I can feel her gasp, the vibration of her moan against my balls makes my stomach tighten. I refuse to come inside Sasha, doesn't matter if she's on birth control or not—that's reserved strictly for my girl and her only.

Taking a deep breath, I center myself, and look down at Troy who is now hilt deep in Max. Sasha has her body lying flat against her, her face buried into Max's bundle of nerves. The symphony of their pleasure and arousal is so perfect, I could bathe in it for hours.

The crack of my hand against Sasha's ass prompts her to scream, and it seems to be the driving force to clench around my cock. "Come for us, Sasha. Don't hold back. Drench your best friend's face."

I'm not surprised that she can't keep her focus on Max's clit, Sasha's entire body is trembling so hard she has to wrap her arms around Max to stay steady.

"Oh God!! YES!" I won't take offense, she doesn't quite understand that in my presence, no Gods exist.

The moment I'm feeling her climax, I pull out and wrap my arm around to please her bundle of nerves. She isn't squirting, but I can feel her arousal pouring from her. "Suck it out, Max." I use my knee to spread Sasha further, nearly flattening her down so Max can do as I command.

"That's it, baby." Her muffled groans as Troy stops thrusting and keeps his entire length in her, along with Sasha's calls to whomever she prays to, makes me grin.

"M-Max! O-Okay! Please! I—I can't!" Sasha is pulling away, and I release her hip.

Troy pulls from her, his hand fisting himself and leaning over toward Sasha, kissing her roughly. "My sweetheart needing a break? "

My Max doesn't, and as I look down at her, I grin. "Come sit in daddy's lap, Petit Mouton , I want you to feel us both inside you."

She doesn't hesitate to move up to her knees and stretch out her arms toward me. I grab the back of her neck and pull her to me. "We are going to stretch you nicely," I croon.

The soft pull of her eyebrows makes me grin. "Turn around," I command.

She does, and I look at Sasha. "Come sit on your knees. Troy will come in your mouth, not in what is mine."

"Draven, jeez you know I can't—" I cut Max off by grabbing her jaw and turning her head back to look at me.

"Your body is mine to come in only. That is not a question, do you understand?" I spread her legs and slap her pussy lips so hard, her back pierces.

"Y-Yes! Fuck, Draven!"

My fingers slip between her slit, dipping into her perfect cunt. "Good girl. So fucking good. Now…" I shift my gaze to Troy, and then back down to her, releasing her head. "Do not tense, breathe baby." I lift her and slip inside of her, and I immediately feel her clench. "Max… if you do that, we both won't fit in your perfect cunt."

"What?!" she nearly shouts.

I lean us back, Troy coming on top of her and spreading her legs wider. "I must say, this will be a tight fit."

"Breathe Max, just like I've taught you."

From the corner of my eye, I can see Sasha sitting on her knees, chewing on her bottom lip .

I feel his cock press against mine as he pushes against the tightness of her opening. Her screams of pain and pleasure bounce off the walls, and I groan with the strangling of my cock. Troy equally groans as he leans forward, his hips pushing himself in and I can feel our heads meet just as she takes us both.

We are not small, and I am so proud of her for relaxing as instructed.

Her back curves as she pants between moans of need. It's then we both thrust into her, and she is lost in the bliss of having her pussy fucked by two cocks.

"Fuck, Max," Troy croons. "So fucking good, taking us both." He is thrusting harder, and he must, his drive is what is knocking the breath out of her. In his position, he has the best momentum, and he is using it well.

I tilt her head to her neck and bite down, groaning as the sensation of her warmth, tightness and double friction taking me straight to where I'll meet my climax. "My perfect girl," I breathe, " Je t'aime, mon tout. " I whisper against her skin right behind her ear.

That sentiment seemed to be her undoing as she clenches so hard against us, I feel Troy backing out quickly and turning to Sasha. I don't focus on him, instead I wrap my arm around her and slide three fingers back inside of her, rubbing and pounding up against that glorious spot, sending her over the edge with me.

My orgasm is nearly as strong as hers, and I grunt while strings of my cum fill her to the point it's spilling between my fingers and her lips.

"Fuck—Max!" I bite out against her shoulder.

Her loud screams of rapture have me grinning like a fool. I love making her scream. "Draven! Oh my shit!!"

We're both breathing heavily, her breaths more labored than mine. As we try to bring ourselves down from that high, she lifts one arm and wraps it around the back of my neck, her cheek pressing against mine.

Feeling her smile pulls one from me.

" Yo también, te amo ."

"Happy anniversary, Petit Mouton. "

The End.

Or is it?