37. Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Six

I feel her there before I see the door shift. Regardless, I don't stop. Relaxing my jaw, I take Garrett deep, relishing in the velvety feel of him in the back of my throat. He's too lost to his pleasure, head thrown back on the armchair and a hand pressing firmly on my shaven head. I massage his balls, pulling back, then lowering down again, taking as much of him as I can. It's a slow sensual torture, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock in between. There's no more movement at the door and I'm sure Avery has left. It's for the best. Garrett doesn't discuss his past for a reason, and now he needs to forget again. Something I understand all too well .

Garrett's mewl makes me smirk around his shaft. He stiffens, but doesn't come yet. I won't let him. Whenever I wake from a nightmare, he's always there, nudging my legs apart. In those moments of fear and confusion, it's not the climax I need, but the grapple on reality. That's exactly what Garrett needs right now - to remember who he is, and what he has to live for. It's become a dependency for both of us, blurring the lines between trauma and pleasure.

The sound of knees dropping onto the wood floor next to me is enough to break my rhythm and I gag. Garrett curses as he grabs my head again, but it's too late. I cough and sputter, pulling back with haste. Avery's large blue eyes are blinking innocently, a question in her knitted brows. She's shed her blazer and shoes, having discarded them on the way over. Slowly, her hand wraps around mine at the base of Garrett's cock. He's roused, staring down at us with dazed eyes. His hair is a dark mess from dragging his hands through it.

"You have no fucking idea how perfect the two of you look kneeling in front of me." Garrett eases further down the armchair, widening his legs to permit us both access. Avery's attention is focused on me, her movements tentative as if she's waiting for permission.

"Start slow," I lightly push Avery's head forward. "Make him wait for it." Her lashes lower for a moment, fanning her freckled cheeks as she obeys. Her small pink tongue pokes out, swirling around Garrett's plump head. Tightening her grip around my hand, we stroke him together until I can't hold back anymore. I drag my tongue up one side of Garrett's cock while Avery mirrors me on the other, her beautiful blue eyes blown and on me. I breathe harshly, a desire I've never known developing.

Without need for strategic discussion, Avery kneels up higher while I drop lower. She swallows Garrett's dick whole, while I attend to his balls and gooch. Sliding a finger to his ass, I circle Garrett's pucked hole. The noises escaping him are a whole new level of yearning. He grips the edges of the armchair, shuddering beneath us. When my finger pushes inside, I gauge how he pushes down onto me. What was meant to be a simple, quick blowjob before dessert has become something entirely more delicious. I slide my mouth up his length one last time before I can't handle the throbbing in my own jeans any longer.

"Bed," I grunt, jerking my head in the direction of the four-poster beside us. Garrett nods, his brown eyes glazed over with lust. I help him to stand on shaky legs and guide him to the mattress. Avery moves to follow but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder.

"I want you to watch this time." Her eyes flicker with confusion so I kiss her quickly and harshly, sharing the taste of Garrett's precum between our salty tongues. Sitting her back in the armchair by the window, I level her with a stern look, making sure she's going to watch our every move .

Once beside the bed, I push Garrett backwards, his cock bouncing with anticipation. I undress his lower half, leaving his t-shirt in place as his jeans and boxers join Avery's discarded clothes on the floor. Standing at the foot of the bed, I motion for him to roll over. Garrett moans but obeys without hesitation, presenting his ass for me to see.

I bite down on my knuckles at the sight of him perfectly puckered and aching for me. I don't often take advantage of being a Switch, but it's my turn to show Avery what I'm capable of. Up until now, she's only seen me as the submissive Garrett uses to bolster his need for control. However, I have my own needs, and they run much darker. Garrett stills as I run a single digit along one side of his ass, then down the other, teasing him mercilessly.

"Relax," I murmur, pushing that finger inside him again, adding another before circling them both in and out in a delicious rhythm. He moans louder now, his hips rocking back against me as he begs for more. "Easy, Gare," I chuckle, spanking his ass lightly before reaching for the lube stashed in the drawer beside us. I packed the essentials, whereas Garrett packed for this exact moment. I bet in his imagination, he thought he'd be the one on top. It's fun to spice things up once in a while.

"Axel. I can't wait any more," he grunts out as I take my time undressing for Avery's eyes and coat both of us in the slippery substance.

"I know," I soothe, lining myself up with his entrance and slowly pushing in. His walls clamp down like a vice grip as he arches into me. "Relax, Gare." I kiss each knot of tension from his back before righting myself and looking over to our spectator. And what a sight she is.

Avery is leaning against the wingback chair, her hand tucked into her waistband, rubbing herself to the rhythm I set. Flushed cheeks, wild blue eyes. Her hair is falling free of its braid, the friction giving her the appeal of a wild lioness.

She watches intently as I pick up speed, bottoming out in Garrett's tight heat. His ass slaps against my stomach with each thrust, his whimpers fueling my desire. I grind against him, hitting that special spot I know has him seeing stars and moaning my name.

"That's it," I say, coaxing Avery on. "You like watching Garrett being vulnerable for a chance? It's such a beautiful sight, if I do say so myself." Trailing my fingers along Garrett's skin, he shivers for me. Avery's cheeks flush a darker shade of red, but she doesn't tear her eyes away from the erotic scene in front of her. Garrett's moans grow louder and more desperate as I continue to pound into him relentlessly.

A low whimper escapes Avery's lips as she also increases her pace, her hand flattening to suggest her fingers have entered herself. The sight of Garrett submitting so willingly to my touch is arousing and liberating to all three of us. It's taken me a long time to finally shed my inhibitions and embrace my truest desires without restraint or judgment. A long time to admit to myself in the mirror that this is how I was always meant to be and I actually like it.

Meanwhile, Garrett's nails dig into the sheets as he submissively takes everything I give him. At this rate, he's handling the feeling of being stretched open and filled by my cock far better than I am. I'm on the verge of exploding, having reached a new height of pleasure I didn't know existed.

Knowing that Avery is watching only makes it more thrilling, our eyes locking half-mast and filled with lust. Feasting my eyes on her perfectly rounded tits pushing against the fabric of her top and the flush spread across her chest and neck, I feel myself start to spiral and by the tension in Garrett's shoulders, he knows it too. I slowly withdraw and nudge Garrett to roll onto his back.

"Get over here, Little Swan," I breathe through clenched teeth. Avery pauses, her hand falling still in her panties as she seems unsure but I gesture for her to come closer. Like a puppet caught by the strings, she saunters over to the bed. Her long legs are too restricted by those tight jeans, the white sheer top revealing her taut nipples. The long, blonde braid still hangs over her shoulder with strands falling free to frame her delicate face. When I become too impatient, I wrap that braid around my fist and tug her the rest of the way.

"Take care of Garrett for me. He hasn't stopped asking me how tight your sweet cunt is all day."

Avery looks uneasy, causing me to smile. In all of the time she's been around us, she's refused to let her mask of steel slip. But at this moment, she looks vulnerable and a twisted part of me has never wanted her more. I slip from the bed, my dick bobbing with each step to the bathroom. Bracing my hands on the countertop, I collect myself before cleaning up.

I re-enter just as a stunningly naked Avery lowers onto Garrett's cock. The curve in her waist, the fleshy roundness to her hips, her creamy skin. I have to lean against the door jamb and enjoy the view, committing it to memory. Whenever I would cream the tattoo on her upper back, I'd imagine her like this. Bouncing in my lap, looking over her shoulder with a coy smile.

Sensing me watching, she does just that. My feet are moving until I'm crawling up behind her, tilting her head back and crushing my lips against hers. I'd almost forgotten the softness of her lips as they move against mine, pushing my tongue inside her hot little mouth. Garrett rubs my thigh with the hand not fisted in his hair. I know exactly how close he is. We've shared women many times before, but nothing compares to when we're with Avery .

Lowering my mouth to her neck, I suck and lick every inch of her skin like a man starved. Her gaze rolls from Garrett's dangerously dark eyes to mine, no doubt the sensations making her lightheaded. I move my hands to Avery's waist, lifting and lowering her onto Garrett. Her moans are like the sweetest music as Garrett bucks beneath her, his hands stroking over mine as he runs them up her curves. Sitting upright, Garrett's fingers find her hair tie, teasing her golden locks around her shoulders before he pulls it over one side. I watch his lips skate across her exposed neck, planting feather light kisses and licking a trail up to her ear in the same manner I just did.

Her soft moans have me at war with myself, my fingers twitching to throw her down roughly and bury myself inside to the hilt, but I have to savor this. Sliding my hand around Garrett's head, I pull him over her shoulder to kiss me instead. I didn't fully believe Garrett until this moment, but he's right. This is where Avery belongs, sandwiched between us. My grip on her waist is painfully tight as I grind her down into the man I love, rolling her to draw out their pleasured groans. Avery leans in to suck on Garrett's neck as I duel with his tongue and her fate is sealed. She's ours now.

Arching back into me, I feel the urgency of Garrett pounding into her from underneath. Breaking our kiss, I tilt my brow with a knowing look. I've always been able to take my time whereas Garrett has to battle for control against the monster within. He needs to devour men and women as quickly and savagely as his food, and I already know that one taste of Avery will never be enough.

My hands are on their own journey, seeking out Avery's breasts as my teeth sink into her shoulder. Overloading her with sensations so she doesn't know where Garrett ends and I begin. Drifting my palms across her skin, I halt over the small scars littering her ribs. Avery remembers herself in an instant, her body tensing.

"Shhh. I'm never going to hurt you." I speak into her ear, pressing my chest against her back.

"I know," Avery replies in a small voice, but glances back with concern in her bright blue eyes anyway. Using it to my advantage, I capture her lips with mine again, not shifting my hands until she relaxes beneath my touch. We're all scarred here, whether physically or mentally.

Reaching back, Avery holds my neck as she grinds her ass back against my shaft. I stroke my aching erection slowly, settling in for the ride. Her nails scrape over my scalp as I pinch and tease her nipples between my forefingers and thumbs.

"Switch," I tell Garrett as Avery's climax nears, testing my stamina to the max. He moves to the left as I pass on the right, a move we've done many times, reversing the roles. The second my back touches the mattress, Avery grabs my cock and impales her mouth on it. I gasp in response as she works my shaft like the world's tastiest lollipop.

Garrett plunges into her from behind and fucks her with the same vigor as before, causing her to moan with my tip at the back of her throat. The vibrations reverberate down to my balls and I can't hold back any longer. My load shoots into her throat which she swallows greedily, spurring me on for longer. Avery finishes sucking every single drop out of me before coming up for air with a ‘pop'. She's smiling triumphantly, but she doesn't realize that was part of the foreplay. I'm not done with her-not by a long shot. Garrett's hands slip under her thighs, lifting her high so she is straddling me.

"Have you ever taken two cocks at once before, Peach?" Garrett drags Avery's head aside. His lips are on her neck but his eyes on me with a clear message. His dominant side is back in full force. I smile back. Thank fuck for that - I hate it when he's mopey.

Reaching up, I pull Avery down to meet my mouth, pushing my tongue into her mouth on a gasp as Garrett thrusts into her forcefully. Kissing a path down her neck, I take one bouncing nipple in my mouth whilst massaging the other with my hand. Sucking powerfully, she whimpers and pulls my hair. Repeating the same process on her other nipple, I can tell how close she is by the trembling of her body against mine.

Garrett pauses his movements as I line myself up with her pussy, and ease in alongside him. I practically see the stars burst in Avery's eyes as soon as I've entered, our cocks sliding together in her wetness. She cums so hard, I'm almost forced back out.

Her teeth find my neck, biting down as she screams through her orgasm and I push her head down to ensure it leaves a mark. Her fingernails scrape down my chest and I'm hard for her again, thriving on the pain as much as the pleasure. There's no pretending we'll be able to last, the combination of our girth and her tight heat too much to resist. With coordinating thrusts, we push Avery further than she's been before, stretching and claiming her.

Somehow, we manage to see Avery through to her next climax, out of sheer stubbornness. The slide of Garrett's cock next to mine is too much, as is listening to his praise calling Avery a good girl. She's not just good, she's fucking perfect. Slumping over me, I hold her delicately, relishing the lengthy moans beside my ear. On his own strangled groan, Garrett pulls out and moves Avery aside. Grabbing my dick, he jacks us off in unison until we're both shooting cum onto my stomach. I'd usually complain about being used as a splash pad, but it was better than the alternative.

"Fuck, that was amazing," I breathe, scraping my nails through his hair. Garrett walks into the bathroom before returning to throw a damp towel over my torso and flops down next to me. Avery stands to pull her panties and jeans back on straightaway. Frowning, I wonder why she isn't trying to stay and snuggle with us. Garrett would have let her be the big spoon. Probably.

"I suppose you're done avoiding whatever brought you into this room," Garrett says. There's no question of judgment in his tone. Just the understanding that we all need to escape sometimes.

"I need to apologize to Dax. I just don't know how." Avery chews on her inner cheek and drags her top back on. The blazer is next but she makes no move towards the door just yet. Garrett stretches out across my side of the bed like a cat.

"I tend to send him a bunch of sunflowers when I'm in the doghouse. He can never stay mad at me after that."

Avery pauses mid-fixing her wild hair to eye him suspiciously. "You send him flowers?"

Garrett was ready for such a reaction. "It's only weird if you make it weird. Men like receiving flowers too." Avery nods to herself, pushing her feet into a tiny pair of boots.

"Well, I don't have immediate access to a florist. I'll have to try using my words." Heading towards the door, she's stopped by Garrett's rough laugh.

"Your choice. One of those magical blowjobs would probably work too. "

"He'll be by the fountain," I try to offer some helpful advice instead. "Pass the pool, take the steps down into the gardens and turn left. He always goes there to think when we stay here." Cleaning myself off, I lie back with my arms behind my head. Avery stills in the doorway, opening and closing her mouth a few times.

"Thanks, both of you. And about what Wyatt said-"

"Don't mention it, Peach," Garrett waves her off. His eyes are no longer open. "If we worried about everything Wyatt said, we'd spend our whole lives crying. Or fucking. Or cry fucking."

With a last small smile, she disappears and I sigh, staring at the ceiling. It's not long before Garrett's breathing has evened out. I wish my mind could turn off so easily.

"Gare," I say as he's just falling asleep. "Can I ask you something?" He turns into me, tucking himself into my side and pressing his mouth against my ribs.

"If it's to question whether we're getting that girl on some contraception before we ruin her, I'm way ahead of you," he yawns widely. "Although, it would be one way to ensure she doesn't try to run off again." I blink a few times, deciding to leave that thought for another time. No, that's not what I was going to ask. Licking my lips, I rub my head and then my jaw, finally sighing and just going for it.

"Are you still planning on leaving me? "

Garrett's head pops up so fast, my eyes widen. The neckline of his t-shirt gapes, revealing the colorful artwork spilling over his chest. In the gaps between the random assortment of images, he has patches of skin colored with the rainbow. I've realized along the way that Garrett will have anything and everything permanently marked onto himself in a bid to cover what he hates the most. His body.

I turn onto my side, sliding a hand up the hem. I'm the only one Garrett will allow to touch him like this. My fingers skate across his washboard abs, not resting until they settle over his heart. The harsh thumping reverberates through my palm. The heart I long to claim as my own. The man I wish would love me as thoroughly and unconditionally as I do him.

The entire world can discard Garrett as a joker, only suitable for mild entertainment, but to me, he's prince charming. He has what it takes to save me from the abyss of my nightmares. He knows me better than anyone else, so when he sees the sincerity in my eyes, he knows I mean it. Swallowing hard, Garrett's hand raises to cover mine and his forehead dips towards mine.

"As if I ever could."