I wake up the next morning with Bianca’s hair still tangled in my fingers. I’m on one side of her and Kieran’s on the other, both of us curled protectively around her.

And strangely, it doesn’t feel bad. When I see her nestle into the hollow of his neck, her back warm against me, I’m not jealous.

Instead I’m... happy. Happy that the person I trust most in the world is the one on the other side of Bianca. I’m happy that we’re both here for, that we both want to keep her safe.

After a little while, Bianca wakes up too. She yawns, stretches, her warm supple body brushing against mine. On her other side, Kieran mutters something, also coming awake slowly.

Even when we were back in the army together, he could be hard to rouse. Not as hard for a civilian, obviously, but hard for a soldier.

In bed, with Bianca’s warm, naked body against me, I hold my breath. I’m hard already — morning wood — but having her right here, lithe and warm and fuckable, isn’t doing me any favors. Every time she moves, her ass rubs against my cock, and I’ve got one hand on her hip.

I’m not pulling her back against me, but I could. I’m not sliding my hand between her legs, biting her on the neck, and fucking her sweet wetness from behind before either of us is really awake, but I could.

“Morning,” I hear Kieran mutter.

“Morning,” Bianca murmurs back, then turns her head, rolling partway over and looking at me.

“Good morning,” she says again, her voice and eyes sleepy.

Now I grab her hip a little harder, pull her back against me a little more, so I can kiss her on her perfect red mouth, taste her once more. My hard, thick cock is already between her buttocks, and as we kiss harder and deeper and longer, I can feel her arch against me, like her whole body is begging for something.

Suddenly Bianca’s mouth comes open and she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. On her other side, I can just barely see Kieran’s hand on her breast, one rosy nipple between his fingers.

“I’d offer to wake you up, but you seem pretty awake already,” he says, a wolfish grin on his face.

Bianca just smiles and laughs softly, lying there between us.

“What kind of wake up did you have in mind?” she asks, tracing her finger down Kieran’s hard chest as I watch over her shoulder.

She goes lower and lower, her finger in his furry treasure trail now, until finally she’s right as his dick, sliding her hand around it in a tight fist. Just like I showed her last night.

As she does, I grab her hip in my hand even harder, pull her back against me, pressing my own massive, hard cock into her flesh as Kieran groans.

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours, you sweet dirty thing,” I whisper into her ear.

“Is there a time limit?” Bianca murmurs, her voice already breathless.

“Not for you,” I say, gently taking the shell of her ear in my teeth. “You can just say the word and we’ll be at the ready in seconds, Princess.”

I thrust against her shallowly, just to punctuate my point, and I can hear her breathing go ragged. Kieran pinches both her nipples at once, and now she moans, her voice breathy and barely awake but beautiful.

That’s enough for me. I slide my hands between her legs, up her thighs, until I reach her wet heat, gently taking her clit between two fingers. She’s already slick, still moaning, her back arching harder, like her body is begging to be fucked.

“You’re already dripping wet,” I say into her ear. “What did you dream about, Princess?”

“Was it us? You can tell us,” Kieran adds.

I grab my cock, guide the tip to her entrance. I’m so aroused I can barely breathe, my entire being suddenly focused into my shaft, about to slide inside Bianca for the first time.

She doesn’t answer the question, just moans again. Kieran ducks his head to her nipples, and I whisper into her ear again.

“Was it having my cock inside you again that you dreamed about? Did you dream I fucked you slow and hard until you came, and then you woke up wet, hoping it would happen?”

“Maybe,” she whimpers.

“Then it’s your lucky day,” I growl. “Because some wishes do come true.”

Bianca cries out as I slide inside her with a single hard stroke, filing her completely as her near-virgin pussy stretches around me, her muscles all contracting at once.

“Now you’ve had both of us,” I say into her ear. “Jesus, Bianca, you’re tight as fuck and you feel good.”

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

I don’t stop. I don’t think I could, not for all the money in the world, I just dig my fingers into her hip and fuck her as deep and hard as I can, listening to her cry out and moan, back arching, her hands on Kieran’s cock while he licks her nipples.

“It feels so good,” Bianca moans. “I didn’t think it would...”

I pull her hair back just a little, the glorious thick black strands wrapped around my fist.

“Surprise,” I whisper into her ear, thrusting as deep as I possibly can. “Turns out you scream hard and come harder with my cock deep inside you.”

She writhes, her muscles fluttering, and even though I’m holding onto her as hard as I can, I’m losing my grip because this is a good angle for gentle, morning lovemaking but a bad angle for fucking, and the former’s become the latter.

I grab her hard, slam back into her, and let go of her hair. In one swift motion I roll onto my side, lifting her in front of me, and Bianca yelps as suddenly she’s straddling me in reverse cowgirl, looking back at me in surprise.

I wink at her. She folds her legs underneath her, grabbing my knees, and then she starts riding me.

It takes her a few moments, because she’s awkward at first, not quite sure how to move her body, but then I hit that spot inside her and everything changes. She moans and rocks back and forth, rolling her hips, pushing herself up and down on my cock like she can’t get enough, moving fast and hard and like she needs something I can give her.

Then Kieran’s there, too, upright on his knees over my legs, and instantly Bianca’s hands are on his hips, stroking his cock, even as she bounces and rides and moans.

I grab her hips and pull her down, stilling her. Kieran pushes his big hand into her hair, both her hands around the root of his cock, and she leans forward. I can’t see what happens but from the way he groans, from the way her pussy clenches tight around me, I know she’s sucking his cock.

Fuck, it’s incredible. Kieran growls low, his eyes sliding closed, his fist in her hair as he guides her back and forth, her hands splayed on his thighs. I can hear her slurping and sucking him, leaning forward and taking Kieran into her mouth as she lets me slide out of her pussy, slow and sticky and perfectly torturous.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever woken up to, Bianca stuffed full of my cock while Kieran kneels in front of her. Her muscles are already fluttering and clenching around me, moans rising from her throat as her movements get faster, harder. Soon she’s slamming down onto me, sinking her tight little body onto me with her full weight with every stroke and I’m gritting my teeth, forcing myself not to release myself into her yet.

“That’s a pretty fucking sight,” Kieran growls.

“Come for us again, Bianca,” I gasp. “I can’t watch you like this much longer.”

She pushes herself down onto me again and I go deep, grunting and growling in response, my pure animal instincts engaged, and she tightens around me hard, the ring of muscle gripping me like a fist.

I shout. Bianca clenches again, her moan muffled by Kieran’s cock, and then she’s whimpering and fucking me faster and harder, her pussy fluttering and clenching and milking my cock while she rides me.

“Fuck me like you need it,” I growl, and by God, she does.

I come in a rush, grabbing her hips so hard I’m sure she’ll have bruises. Kieran’s knuckles in her hair go white and he pushes her face down onto him, as intense as I’ve ever seen him.

I think I may never stop coming, emptying spurt after spurt into Bianca as she swallows and swallows, Kieran coming just as hard into her mouth while she rocks back and forth, getting every last ounce of pleasure from us that she possibly can.

After a moment, she slurps Kieran from her mouth, and he bends down, kisses her on the mouth, my hands tracing gently down her back, caressing the spots where I may have bruised her just a moment ago. She rolls off me, a little ungracefully, then the three of us crawl back into position in her bed, and now it’s my turn to kiss her while she snuggles me.

“You still need coffee, or was that enough to wake you up?” I ask.

She laughs and wrinkles her nose.

“I could still use some coffee, I think,” she admits.

“Your wish is our command, Princess,” I answer her.