out she’s naughty enough to want us both.
“Ah, fuck,” I begin. She sits up, just quick enough to allow both of us to adjust, as she grasps our cocks, being the good girl we know she is, and does exactly what Ro has asked her to do.
We’re in bed, and she’s snuggled into Ro’s side, and my arm is draped over her naked body.
“And to think,” I start.
“Hmm?” she asks, her voice barely audible.
“We’ve not even had sex yet. But fuck, if the foreplay wasn’t hot as hell.”
Ro’s body muffles her giggle.
“I think we tired our little toy maker out.”
I lean over her body to set my eyes on her face. “Ready for round two, baby?”
“More orgasms?” she asks.
Both Ro and I chuckle. “I think we know the way to her heart.”
“Ave, baby,” he says. “Say the number and we’ll be sure to make it happen.”
She stirs just enough to face us both. “Okay, give me an hour. Then wake me up with an orgasm.” She closes her eyes, and with a little nod to Ro, we silently agree it’s exactly how we’ll wake her.
I haven’t slept. Ro’s gentle snore calms my racing nerves, and Ave’s body next to me is the calm I haven’t felt in years. It’s as if all the fights with my father for living my own life now mean more to me than I ever thought.
If all that frustration and hate on my father’s end has led to this, to Ro and Avery in the same bed as me, it’s been worth it.
Avery wanted to be woken by an orgasm, and according to the clock, it’s been exactly an hour. I move down her body, peppering kisses throughout every naked part on her skin, taking the blanket from her as I make my way to her pussy.
She’s still delectable. My fingers circle her clit, and her wetness is indescribable. My other hand moves over to Ro, fondling his balls.
His body is stunning. Long and lean, he has a runner’s body ripped in the right places, and the V, which isn’t hidden by anything, causes my mouth to water for all of him.
He shifts in bed, opening his eyes slightly, turning his gaze to the alarm clock on his side of the bed.
“You weren’t going to wait a minute longer, were you, sweetie?”
“Not when the two of you are naked next to me. I’m too needy for what you both do to my body.”
Our girl's wetness is so great that I easily push one finger inside her, and she moans as she wakes. “If I wake, I better be getting a fuck ton of orgasms.” Ave rarely swears, and it catches me off guard.
“Yes, ma’am. Believe me, I’ll deliver, baby. Don’t worry.”
“Then why isn’t your tongue doing its job?”
A little chuckle leaves Ro’s mouth.
“Well, baby,” I start, “I thought I’d give Ro a chance to taste you. How about that?”
Ro shoots out of bed, and I lose my grip on his cock. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” And it’s my turn to watch my boyfriend eat our girl out.
15
Avery
I commanded him, no like ordered him, to wake me up with an orgasm. His finger had been inside me only to be replaced with Ro’s tongue. As I’ve come to learn and love with both men, they are so different in their approach.
On the surface, Ro seems like a gentle soul, and he is—outside of the bedroom. Inside, he tortures my soul but treasures it with a beautiful torment. His advance on me is ravenous. He’s an earthquake—something I’d never see coming, yet in its midst is a force so strong there’s no way you can ignore him.
The hurried thrashes of his tongue on my already sensitive clit are a welcome pain. His back and forth motions differ from Knox's circular motions—all reaffirmations of why two men happen to be a good thing.
“Do you love Ro feasting on you, baby?” Knox asks, but I can’t answer him. I’m muted by what Ro is doing to my body. “You think this is good?”
I groan out my answer because I’ve never had both my physical and emotional needs met in this way ever.
They put me first. It’s an emotion I’ve never explored because I’ve never been put first. My mom’s marriage to Whitney’s father took priority over me and then having a young daughter. Her sickness came on soon after Whit’s dad bailed.
I’ve always been the good girl, the obedient one. But in Knox and Ro’s care,