TYLER

Family dinner night isn’t what I expected.

Being back in her apartment feels like old times, but not quite. I can tell Brenna’s still apprehensive about the whole triad idea, and I can’t really blame her. I never imagined wanting a relationship like this, but now, it’s the only thing I want.

Dean and I left after our talk with goodnight kisses and a promise of more to come. So here I am now, mindlessly surfing the Internet, trying not to obsess about the other night. The way Brenna’s perfect tits bounced as she rode Dean’s cock. The sound of her moaning as she came all over my face.

A knock at the door drags me away from that fantasy, and as if conjured out of my wet dream, a pajama-clad, barefoot Brenna greets me in the hall.

“I know it’s late, but I couldn’t sleep,” she says, looking down at her painted toes. “Can I come in?”

“You can come over anytime you want,” I say and hold the door open. “Dean’s already asleep. Do you want me to go get him?”

“Don’t wake him. I wanted to talk to you. I didn’t get a chance to apologize for being a bitch the other morning.” A blush stains her round cheeks, and she bites that plump lip of hers.

“You don’t have to apologize.”

I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head. My touch seems to relax her some because she presses against me and lets out a long breath.

“You know, we’re not kids anymore, Brenna. I’m not going to fly off the handle when you yell at me. If this is going to work, we need to be open and honest. Don’t be afraid to talk to me about how you’re feeling.” I trail my finger along her jaw and tip up her chin so I can see those pretty blue eyes. “Even if you’re pissed at me. You can’t just leave.”

“I was young and stupid,” she says. “I thought I was doing the right thing when I left.”

“I know, baby,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers. “And I was angry and stupid. I could have found you if I wanted too. It’s not like you were hiding. It took the estate lawyer two days to hunt you down. But that’s all in the past.”

“Can we really make this work?” she asks, worry in her eyes. “It’s not just the three of us.”

“You’re good for that kid,” I say, trying to reassure you. “He might not realize it yet, but he’s lucky to have you. We’re lucky to have you.”

Unable to resist anymore, I kiss her.  I kiss her because at that moment I can’t imagine not kissing her. I kiss her like I’ve never kissed another woman before or ever will again.

Her arms go around me, and she tilts her head, opening up further. I let her lead the kiss, even though I’m greedy for more. I want to taste her, touch every part of her body, bury myself inside her sweet pussy, but I don’t push.

She pulls back, breathless, confusion and lust clouding her eyes. “Is it okay if it’s just the two of us? I don’t know how this all works.”

“This is whatever you want it to be,” I assure her. “Dean and I talked, and we’re both fine with letting you decide. You’re in charge here.”

“I’m really in charge?” Brenna smiles at me with lips still moist from our kiss, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“Whatever you want.”

“I want you to kiss me again,” she says.

I pull her back in for another kiss. We stand there kissing for a long time as if we’ve got nothing better to do for the rest of our lives. I run my hands down her back and grip her firm ass, pressing her against my throbbing dick. She rocks against me, a moan escaping her lips.

“I need to be inside you,” I say and lift her up.

She wraps her legs around me. “Yes.”

Given the green light, I carry her to the sofa, thanking God I still had my wallet in my pocket. I set her down on shaky legs just long enough to strip out of my jeans and slide on a condom. Brenna’s fully undressed by the time I’m done and I pull her down on the sofa with me.

She rolls her hips, her wet pussy sliding over my cock, and we both groan. This is different than the other night. It feels more important. More meaningful. We both know where our relationship stands, so I don’t hold back. I press my cock to her entrance, sliding it through her slippery folds. Impatiently, she presses her hips down, grinding down on me.

“Fuck,” I mutter and close my eyes.

She’s so tight and hot, I just want to ram into her. We’ll have that later, but tonight is about deepening our bound. I take a deep breath and count to ten, trying to get control. But she’s greedy and starts moving with slow and smooth strokes, grinding down on my pelvis. Her hands grip my shoulder for leverage, and I take advantage of our position to focus on her tits.

I tease the silver loop in her nipple, tugging experimentally. She tosses her head back and lets out a string of expletives.

“She really likes that. Do it again,” I hear Dean say from the door.

Brenna freezes as if we’d just been caught doing something wrong. But Dean comes around the sofa and trails kisses up her neck to her ear.

“Don’t stop. I want to watch.”

He takes a seat at the other end of the sofa and leans back. Brenna looks down at me, and I nod my approval.

I move to the other breast and tug on the metal ring. Her attention turns back to me, and she grinds down on my dick again. Dean is right. She likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure. With every tug, her pussy grips my cock harder.

“Come on, baby. Let’s put on a show for him,” I say and put all my effort into making her come.