32. Braken

"Looks like we have a party," Merrick says as he and Soren enter the room.

This has been long overdue, and we all know it.

"We may need to give her a second," I say with pride. "I just made her come."

Soren looks down at my hard, still covered dick. "Looks like you haven't yet. Maybe we can help with that."

"You both know I don't play that way," I say when I see the hunger in both Soren and Merrick's eyes. It doesn't need to be said, but since Fiora is in the room, I feel she needs to hear it.

"But you could, Braken." Soren takes a step toward me.

"How do you know unless you try," Merrick adds, his typically stern face softening with a strange plea I've never seen from him before.

I'm not gay and not bi. Sexually adventurous, most definitely. And there isn't much I haven't at least tried out once, but being with a man, and especially two men, is foreign territory, taboo even, and it creates a stirring of unease within me. My already hard cock does throb at the idea of experimentation.

I glance over at Fiora who has pulled up her panties and sits across the room, watching with the familiar desire in her eyes. I extend my hand to her so she can join me and help squash the fires of curiosity that are burning inside.

We'll share her. Just like we've shared many a girl before. We'll keep to what we all know—to what I know.

She shakes her head and remains in place. "No. I want to watch. I want to watch you with them."

I look back at Soren and Merrick. They are still standing close, their eyes bright with expectation. There is curiosity in their gaze but also understanding. They don't push; they just wait.

Fiora meets my eye from across the room again and gives me a small encouraging nod. I draw a deep breath and turn to Soren and Merrick. "If we do this," I say slowly, "it is on my terms."

Soren's grin is immediate, like a smuggler who just cracked an impossible safe. "Of course. We wouldn't have it any other way."

Merrick nods, all seriousness again, and the atmosphere shifts, becoming more tangible—almost as if we're stepping into a different world.

Across the room, Fiora uncrosses her legs and leans forward in her chair, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Her consent doesn't make this any easier.

"I mean it." I aim for stern but hit shaky instead. "I'm not a sub."

"Perfect," Merrick says as he closes the distance between us and straddles my lap. "Because I am."

I inhale deeply. Time seems to slow as I look into Merrick's eyes, finding only encouragement there. His hands rest on my shoulders and he squeezes gently. I reach up to place my hands on Merrick's thighs. He tenses slightly at my touch but doesn't pull away, instead sinking further into my lap.

Slowly, deliberately, I lean in to plant a hesitant kiss on Merrick's lips. It feels different from kissing a woman; it's rougher, more tangible somehow. But it's not unpleasant.

Across the room, Fiora lets out a contented sigh and grins at me. That familiar sign of approval is oddly comforting.

I pull away from Merrick and glance at Soren, who has an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn," I say, trying to keep control over the situation.

He steps forward, replaces Merrick on my lap, and pulls me into an unexpectedly deep kiss—a kiss filled with confidence and heat that makes my head spin with its intensity.

I pull away, gasping for breath as Soren laughs softly against my lips. "I'm not a sub either, but I think we can figure out an arrangement that suits us both."

With the confidence of a true dominant, I place my hands on Soren's hips and draw him closer, our bodies molding together in a way that sends shockwaves through me. He looks startled but recovers quickly, matching my brazen grin with one of his own.

Merrick clears his throat from where he stands nearby, watching us with an unreadable expression. His arms are crossed over his chest in a defensive manner but there's a glint in his eyes that betrays his interest. "Care to include me in this new arrangement of ours?"

I smirk at him as Soren and I break apart. "I think that can be arranged," I say. "Get naked and show me your cock."

Merrick blinks, momentarily taken aback by the direct command. But then he grins, an expression of excitement visible on his face. "As you wish," he says, already reaching for the hem of his shirt.

I watch as he undresses. I've seen Merrick naked before, although when we share a woman, my focus is on her. This is different. This time it's just us three, and now I'm supposed to touch him in ways I never thought I would.

Fiora is eagerly watching us. She gives me a proud smile before settling back in her chair, sliding her hand down to the waistband of her panties and not stopping there.

Merrick steps forward now, completely naked. His body is ethereal in the dim light, all hardened muscle and tatted skin. He stands proud and unabashed before me, and it ignites something within me—a primal need to touch and explore that I never knew existed.

I reach out to feel the heat of Merrick's skin underneath my fingers. His breath hitches as I run my hand down his chest, exploring every inch of him, much to his visible delight.

Soren leans in for another kiss, and I lose myself in the whirlwind of sensations. The taste of Soren's lips against mine, the feel of Merrick's skin under my fingertips—it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

Soren breaks away from us to discard his clothing. His toned body is just as enticing as Merrick's, and I reach out to touch him as well. I'm the only one with clothes on, but they both take care of that fact quickly, ridding me of every piece of fabric before I can even process that we are three naked men about to fuck in front of my fiancée.

Merrick kneels between my legs and examines my hard cock, licking his lips as he does so.

"I've wanted to taste you for a long time," he murmurs, before reaching out to wrap his hand around my girth. His touch sends sparks through my body.

Soren comes up behind Merrick and adjusts his body so he's on all fours while still sucking my cock. "And I've wanted to fuck you as you sucked him off for just as long."

Soren doesn't make any move to prepare Merrick before he thrusts in deeply, causing the dark-eyed man to choke on my dick for a moment. But Merrick quickly adjusts, relaxing into the penetration with a sigh muffled by my cock.

"Do you like that?" Soren taunts, pulling back and slamming back in again. He sets a punishing pace that makes Merrick's eyes roll back and causes him to whimper around my cock.

The spectacle of Soren taking Merrick from behind while he brings me pleasure is beyond anything I've ever experienced before. And through it all, Fiora watches with undisguised satisfaction from her chair, one hand moving beneath her panties.

Merrick's tongue works magic around my shaft and brings me closer to the edge sooner than I'd like. Wanting to prolong this exquisite sensation, I pull away from him and turn instead toward Soren who's now dominating him relentlessly.

I share a look with Soren before leaning down to cover his lips with mine. The kiss is hot and hungry. Our tongues clash as we consume each other while sharing the power over Merrick.

The groan that leaves Soren sends vibrations straight down my spine as I break away from him. He grins at me, sweat glistening on his forehead as he continues his assault on Merrick.

"I can't hold back much longer," Merrick confesses breathlessly as he arches his back, stroking himself in rhythm with Soren's thrusts.

A wicked gleam sparks in Soren's eyes as he hears Merrick's confession. He increases his pace, pounding into Merrick with a fervor that leaves him gasping and moaning beneath us. I run my hand over Merrick's chest, twisting his hardened nipple.

Merrick lets out a surprised yelp and comes hard, spilling all over his tattooed abdomen and my hand as I caress his cock to completion. His body shivers with the force of his orgasm, which seems to trigger Soren, who with a guttural growl, thrusts in a few more times before climaxing.

With a final sigh of satisfaction, Soren pulls out and moves aside. I can't resist the urge to taste Merrick, so I lean down to clean him up with my tongue. He whimpers softly at the sensation but doesn't resist. From the corner of my eye, I see Soren stroking himself lazily, watching me with hooded eyes.

"Come put your cock in my mouth," Soren commands.

"You forget. We do this on my terms," I say, grabbing Soren and flipping him around. I stroke my cock with Merrick's cum still on my hand and add, "I'll be fucking your ass."

Soren smiles at my audacity, practically purring with anticipation as he settles down on all fours. His eyes glint with a challenge that I'm all too eager to accept.

"Think you can handle it?" he taunts, wiggling his perfect ass in visible invitation.

I catch Merrick grinning at our exchange. His own cock begins to twitch back to life, and he strokes it lazily as he watches us. He's clearly in no hurry to participate, content for now to watch me take Soren apart.

I move behind Soren, pressing my cock against his entrance teasingly. He pushes back against me, needy and impatient, which only makes me want him more. Fiora is finger fucking herself, her lips parted as her deep moan fills the room.

I grip him by the hips and slam into him hard, causing Soren to gasp. The sound is so satisfying, I do it again just to hear him.

"Ah, fuck!" Soren groans in ecstasy, clawing at the ground beneath him as I establish a rough rhythm.

I continue thrusting into Soren with a fervor that leaves us both breathless. His tight heat is intoxicating, and the way he cries out in pleasure each time I slam into him only pushes me closer to the edge.

"On your back," I tell him when we're both dripping with sweat and panting heavily.

Soren complies without question, flipping onto his back and raising his legs to give me complete access. "I knew you'd love fucking us," he says between pants.

Merrick has crawled over to join us now, running his hands along Soren's body as I fuck him. He leans down to take one of Soren's nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and causing Soren to moan louder.

The sight of them together, Merrick kneeling at Soren's side while I'm inside him, it makes me want this again… and fucking again.

The room is filled with the scent of sex and lust; the scene before me is a deviant work of art. Soren's continuous moaning and Merrick's teasing touches drive me further into a world of pleasure. Soren takes hold of his own cock, stroking it in rhythm with my thrusts while Merrick's hand ventures lower, as he plays with Soren's balls.

Merrick moves away from Soren's nipple, kissing down his stomach to join their hands. Then he dips lower to take Soren's cock into his mouth, sucking him off while I continue to pound into him.

My climax is close when Fiora stands up from her chair, crossing the room to join us on the ground. She kneels next to me, reaching out to stroke my back. A moan escapes my lips as she reaches around to wrap her hand around my cock where it disappears inside Soren.

"Come," she whispers into my ear. "Come hard."

Her request drives me over the edge. Grabbing onto Soren's legs for leverage, I slam into him with a force that shakes us all. My climax rips through me like lightning through a stormy sky, sending wave after wave of pleasure to every inch of my body.

Sweat-soaked and panting heavily, I still myself inside of Soren as I come down from my high. Fiora withdraws and retreats to her chair where she curls up with a satisfied smile.

"I fucking loved that. So much that I think I've discovered the secret to a happy marriage."

Fiora is still curled up in her chair, apparently thoroughly satisfied, her eyes heavy-lidded and dreamy as she watches us with a languorous smile.

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah," she says with a nod.