11. Mitch

Mitch

I ’ve been gone longer than necessary. If Jasper knows what’s good for him, he’ll fuck Amy and as soon as we’re done saving his business, he’ll come to his senses—letting me share her. It doesn’t matter that I have more metal in my cock than he does, his swagger is unmatched. All it’ll take is a damn tip of his hat and she’ll fall to her knees for him, leaving me alone during what should be the happiest times of the year.

Except, Amy is leaving.

My cock alone won't be enough for her to stay, but what about two cocks?

I speed back to Jasper’s, and as I pull in, there’s an SUV driving away with no tree. My shoulders sag until I reach the front door. Closed sign. Fucking Jasper. I shake my head and laugh, unlocking the front entry and locking it once I’m inside. Amy’s moans can be heard from downstairs, and I can’t move fast enough. I drop the Santa suit by the register, then take the stairs two at a time .

Jasper’s door is wide open, but I wait outside, unsure what I’ll be walking in on. Amy cries out in pleasure, and the sound alone has me adjusting my tented jeans. There’s no way she’s touching herself without Jasper, confirmed when there’s a loud slap, followed with Jasper demanding, “One more, sweetheart.”

I can’t take it. Rushing through the door, I come to a halt at the sight of them. There’s a pile of red rope at the edge of the bed, and he’s positioned behind Amy, cock buried inside her. As she screams his name, I expect jealousy that doesn’t come.

Amy’s eyes meet mine, lips parted; she’s so fucking beautiful when she comes. Jasper buries his face in her neck, and with his trademark growl, attempts an apology. “It was an accident.”

“You slipped on ice and impaled her with your cock?” I laugh, taking a few steps closer. “There’s a reason I offered to leave. Our girl wants to be shared, but you needed to experience her tight cunt for yourself, first.” I tilt Amy’s chin and press a ghost of a kiss to her sweet lips. “Isn’t that right, Aces?”

My hand moves lower to her neck, my thumb tracing a dark pink bruise forming beside her tattoo and… teeth marks? “Shit, Jasper. If you were hungry, her pussy is fucking delicious. There’s no need to resort to cannibalism.”

“Fuck off,” he grumbles, lifting Amy off his cock. She only makes it an inch when I press her back onto him. He hisses, but it serves him right.

“You told her one more,” I tease. As I’m about to reach between her legs to play with her swollen clit, Amy grips for my belt, unfastens it and my jeans, freeing my cock. I glance between them, checking in that they’re both okay with this, then slowly stroke from root to tip. “You want both of us, baby?”

Eyes glassy, Amy nods and shifts closer to face me, keeping Jasper inside her. The sheets are soaked beneath them, and I can’t wait to watch her fall apart, making even more of a mess. She lowers her mouth onto my cock, only able to take a couple of inches. I let her take her time and as much of her hands as needed, loving the feel of her tongue along a few of my piercings. There’s an audible pop as she pulls off my cock, and I twitch in her hands as she coats her lips with my precum. It has to be the hottest thing I’ve seen in my fucking life.

Jasper moves her hair out of her face and murmurs, “That’s right, sweetheart, make him feel good.” With his free hand, he slides his fingers to her slippery clit and plays with her. Amy moans around my cock, taking three, maybe four inches. As much as I want to shove my dick down her throat, I can’t keep my dream girl if I cause damage to her vocal cords.

Amy’s eyes water as she circles each barbell with her tongue in figure eights. I slide my hand into her hair, making her take another inch. It’s too much. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck .” I’ve never been a quick trigger guy, but all bets are off with this one. I’m too damn turned on by filling her from both sides that I can’t hold on another minute. I thrust into her mouth three times, and my balls tighten as I spill down her throat. Shivers ripple down my arms and back as she moans around me, prolonging my orgasm. My good fucking girl swallows every last drop I give her .

I can’t move, and I’m not entirely sure I can speak. The only thing I want is this perfect angel in front of me. I pull my cock from her mouth, and roughly kiss her. Jasper moves faster until Amy moans my name and comes for us. He winces as she tightens around him, drenching his cock and adding to the mess they made on his comforter.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” Jasper whispers against Amy’s shoulder, peppering soft kisses. “I can’t wait for you to take both of us.”

As much as I’d love to continue playing with her, the problem of Jasper’s tree farm looms above me like a dark cloud. We’ve likely lost a few sales being up here, so I make the snap decision to break away from Amy and tuck my cock back into my jeans. “You two get cleaned up, I’ll open downstairs. This”—I gesture between us—“isn’t done. As soon as we close up, Jasper and I are spending the rest of the night filling you over and over. You still want to be shared, Aces?” She nods with a soft hum. “Good. Because you’re ours for the rest of the weekend.”

I don’t wait for either of them to protest. Amy won’t be leaving Coal’s Lake. If I have any say in it, she’ll stay… ours.