Chapter Nineteen

Elena

I don't think I've ever felt as close to them as I feel now. My head is still resting on Cal's shoulder, as he's caressing my cheek. His touch feels electric. Although it didn't start as anything erotic, it is all too easy for my body to react to his presence in that way.

I reach for Rock and take him by the hand, pulling him ever closer to myself. Suddenly, all I can see is them. I forget all about the beautiful waterfall and nature around us. A pulsation between my thighs awakens instantly. I can feel the moistening flesh becoming wetter and wetter.

Cal seems to read my mind, slowly gliding his hand down my neck, my collar bone. His fingers just graze the tips of my breasts, leaving a throbbing need in their wake. His hand continues to go down to my stomach, as Rock gently starts to kiss my neck.

We should be more careful than this. I know that. But I can't think straight. Their very touch is maddening and thrilling at the same time. Cal's fingers skillfully unbutton my pants, pushing down between my wet folds. His fingers open my lips, revealing my already wet and throbbing nub. His middle finger slides between, into me, easily. I moan softly, biting my lower lip.

"Fuck, you are so wet…" I hear him say. "I want you naked."

Rock's lips pull away from me, his hands grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and lifting it over my shoulders. A soft breeze caresses my naked torso, titillating me even more. Cal pulls down my pants, then my panties. I can't believe that I am sitting like this, on display for them both. Yet, I feel so turned on that just one more touch of my clit would send me over the edge.

Rock continues to kiss my neck, as my entire body is thrumming in impatience to be touched, to be caressed, to be fucked.

"Mmm," Rock murmurs against my skin, making it erupt in gooseflesh. "You smell so good…"

Cal nears me even more, his hand reaching out to my exposed pussy. I spread my legs even further apart, allowing him even more access. His fingers slip over my wet flesh, circling my clit and velvet opening. He flicks my swollen bud with his fingers, tugging at it, teasing it, dipping into my depths, but refusing to satisfy me in the way I want him to. He continues to fondle me, his fingers thick and callused from the work he does all the time. They feel like bliss on my throbbing, tender flesh and he knows exactly how to touch me to make me go insane with desire. My hips unconsciously start flexing and dipping, riding his fingers as if my life depended on it.

I expect him to kiss me, but he doesn't. Instead, our eyes are locked, with Rock trailing an invisible line of kisses down my neck, to my pebbled nipples. Cal's fingers are coated with my juice, wet and slippery. He pulls them out of me, licking them, tasting them, then he spreads me open again, his thumb and middle finger swirling and putting more pressure on my clit.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on, without cumming. His movements quicken, pushing harder and harder, as I pant and moan with need, holding back my climax. I want this to last, but it's hard when he knows exactly what he is doing. It takes only a few more moments of this for me to come undone, exploding with pleasure. My muscles clench around his fingers, which he has dug into me, pressing exactly in that sweet spot that makes me see all the stars in the universe. Climax gushes out of me like a water spurt with the force of a tidal wave.

When Cal pulls his fingers out of me, they are dripping wet. Rock leans forward and licks my juices off of his fingers, and it is the hottest thing I have ever seen. I turn to Rock, licking my lips.

"I want to taste you," I tell him.

Without waiting for his reply, I latch my mouth onto his cock, sucking at it, allowing my saliva to completely coat it.

I hear Rock hissing between his teeth, grabbing me by the hair. "Elena…" he groans my name between clenched teeth. "I love it… just like that…"

He pumps in, hard and fast, reaching all the way to the back of my throat. My whole body reacts to his pleasure, to the taste of his throbbing manhood lodged deep inside my throat.

A moment later, I feel Cal lifting my butt slightly upward, then spreading it. He presses his tip to my pussy, and his cock slides in effortlessly. Just like Rock, he is already on the edge, pushing me there along with them. Cal thrusts deeply inside, until he is buried as far as he can get. His balls clap against my pussy lips, creating a wet, slurpy sound that turns me on even more.

I feel blissfully full between them, impaled by two throbbing cocks inside of me. It is an experience I never thought I would have, and now, I can't imagine being without it. It is mind-blowing and thrilling, with their hands on me and their cocks inside of me. It is a moment filled with earthshattering fire. I am exactly where I want to be, I finally see that now.

Without warning, another tidal wave of pleasure hits me again and I suffocate a cry, clenching my inner muscles, completely letting go, with Rock's cock still in my mouth and Cal deeply lodged inside of me. Moments later, they follow me. Cal lunges inside of me one last time, balls deep. Then Rock explodes into my mouth, making me filled on both ends. I feel flooded by their seed, the heat of their desire for me. We all stumble down onto the grass, feeling the last remnants of the tremors starting to ebb.

Cal embraces me on one side, and Rock on the other. I close my eyes, breathing heavily, not caring one bit that I'm still naked as the day I was born. I'm still incredulous at this unique dynamic that binds the three of us together. A part of me is doubtful that it can work, but Rock assures me it can. Cal does as well. Maybe I should risk it all and just stay with them?

And my dream? Well… some dreams are meant to stay just dreams, substituted by something bigger and better.

"El?" Cal whispers softly to me. "Are you alright?"

I smile, opening my eyes. "Perfect," I murmur like a kitten. "Everything is just perfect."

"It could be like this always, you know," I hear him say. "The three of us."

"It is so easy to imagine," I admit. "Everything here is… different."

"Different good or bad?" Rock asks.

"Good," I smile. "Better than good."

"We've created our own little haven here in the woods," Rock acknowledges. "But it does come with its challenges."

Cal, always ready with a playful remark, interjects. "Yeah, like trying to convince El that bears aren't that bad."

All three of us laugh. "Well, you have to admit that all of this is quite a shock," I remind him.

"Of course," he nods. "I was just joking."

Rock steers the conversation back to a more serious note. "But seriously, it's about understanding each other, being there for one another, and making compromises. It's not conventional, but it's our way."

Cal nods, his expression thoughtful. "We're a family, in our own peculiar way. And that means it's not always smooth sailing."

"I'm not looking for smooth sailing," I tell him. I continue, as I reflect on the journey that we have embarked on together. "I never imagined I'd find myself here, like this, but there is something so genuine about life here. I like it, even with the surprises."

Rock, a sense of his usual sincerity in his eyes, addresses the unspoken question about their unconventional arrangement. "We can make it work. That's what matters. Living together as one, understanding each other's quirks, and embracing the unexpected. That's our version of happiness."

"It is," Cal nodded.

I smile at them both. "I think I like that."

We sit there for a while longer, as the weeping willow tree under which we sit stands as a silent witness to the bonds formed in its shade. Yes, ours is quite the unconventional love story, but then again, which one is conventional? Everyone finds happiness in their own way. This is ours. I feel sure of it. As for my dreams… perhaps I will forget them eventually. I keep reminding myself that one can't have it all. Something has to be given in exchange for something else.

We head back to the village shortly after, and I'm not sure if I'm imagining it or not, but I feel like there is a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The villagers, who have regarded me with curiosity and a touch of skepticism, now seem to cast fewer strange looks my way, as we walk towards my cottage. It is as if they are beginning to see me as a more integral part of the village.

The glances I do receive seem less tinged with uncertainty, and the small ones even send smiles my way, although their parents pull them aside still. The bustling activities in the village carry on as we pass them by, but I am hopeful of this potential acceptance woven into the fabric of my return here.

The guys leave me to freshen up, reminding me that lunch will be served within the hour.

"I'll be there," I smile, kissing them both on the cheek, then closing the door to my cottage.

I notice that all my things have been moved here. Surrounded by the solitude of my cottage, I find a moment of peace. The familiar surroundings of my belongings fill me with a sense of calm, offering a comforting embrace as I lay down on the bed, contemplating the twists and turns of my exciting journey.

I glance at the window, as the sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth that bathes the entire room. I can still hear the soft rustle of leaves in the wind, and the distant sounds of the village almost like a soothing symphony.

The events of the day replay inside my mind. The sex, the talk, the promises. Our bond settles in my heart and a sense of belonging envelops me. Is that what belonging feels like? I don't think I've ever felt it before, even when it comes to my own family. I have been searching for validation outside this entire time, but all I needed was to be at peace with myself and to find someone who will accept me for who I am.

I gaze outside the window, allowing my mind to wander, reflecting on the choices I have made, as well as the ones that are still waiting for me. The path I have chosen to follow is… not ordinary. And that in itself makes me happy. I grab my camera and shift through the photos I took at the waterfall, smiling at them. They represent the beauty and complexity of my newfound life. Beautiful, but frightening. Deadly even, if one is not careful.

I get up, deciding to freshen up for lunch. After all, if I am to stay here, I want to make the best impression I can; that I value their patience with me.