Chapter 19

Present Day

 

“Cam,” Sage murmurs softly as he lays his head back onto the bed. A sexy smile tips the corners of his mouth as he turns his head to the side and his eyes connect with mine. He seems at a loss for words, so I help him out.

“Not bad for a beginner?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, man. It was fucking fantastic.”

We both grin like giddy fucking teenagers, as a very naked London crawls up next to us. From the sounds that she made as she fingered herself, she’d gotten herself off just before Sage let go of his own release. I’d chosen at the last minute not to swallow and let him come over my hand and his belly. I figured he’d forgive me since it was my first time giving head.

His praise over the experience sends a thrill through my body and into my still aching, full cock.

London traces the muscles of my back, swirling around in an infinity pattern until her hands slides below my belly, her nails scraping through the coarse hair that leads to my erection. I suck in a large gulp of air when her fingers slip around my length, squeezing me and stroking me slowly.

Her voice is wispy. “Remember our first time, Cam?”

I stand at the edge of the bed looking her over. She’s positioned on her back laid out across the bed, as Sage went to clean up in the bathroom. She spreads her legs and reaches for my cock, bringing the tip to her entrance. She glides my length through her wet folds and I growl with hedonistic pleasure, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.

The words are like gravel from my throat. “I remember everything, London. The way your tight pussy squeezed me as I thrust inside you. Fuck, it was heaven.”

She squirms, brushing our pelvises together and the head of my cock somehow manages to find its ways inside her cunt. Just barely enough to feel how warm and wet she is, but I do, and it feels fucking marvelous.

London gazes up at me impishly, almost shyly. “Would you consider going bare? I have an IUD. I want to…but only if you’re safe and you’re okay with it.”

The wires in my brain seem to crisscross and go haywire for a second. Fucking London bare without a condom is a lifelong dream. After I found out Lisa had been fucking around on me, I got tested for everything.

“Oh shit, baby. Yeah, I want that. And I’m good. Was tested recently.”

She nods, confirming our decision. “Good.”

I lean over, my hands at the insides of her thighs and press her back against the bed, pushing inside.

“Oh fuck.”

It’s overwhelming. The heat. The pleasure.

I think the curse word comes from my mouth, but instead, it’s Sage’s voice, who has returned to the room just as I enter London’s body. He stands behind me, his half-hard dick coming back to life, and lays a hand at my lower back. I tense for only a second, his calloused hands foreign to my skin.

“You two have always looked so fucking sexy together. Especially when you’re fucking. So perfect. It gets me so hard.”

Sage rolls his hand over the curve of my ass. His touch, rough and firm, sends shivers up my spine and his hoarse voice goes directly to my cock.

“Mmm…what I could do to this ass.” He snickers when my head snaps to the side, my mouth gaping open. He just grins. “Well, maybe not tonight.”

Nodding my head, I turn my attention back to London and stare down into her eyes, which are glazed over from the attention my cock is giving her pussy – thrusting in and out in a timed rhythm. Her inner walls stroke and choke my dick with every entry and withdrawal.

“Come here, Sage. Let us see how hard you are again.”

London crooks her finger at Sage, her other arm slung around my waist, gripping my flesh tightly. Just as tightly as her cunt sucks my cock inside her so deep that I’m practically hitting her womb.

I close my eyes briefly, enjoying the incredible sensation of being inside her and realizing that I’m getting closer and closer to climax. The thought of coming inside London without a barrier sends lightning bolts of pleasure through my blood.

Sage kneels at London’s side, leaning down to massage a breast and then lick her nipple as she arches into his mouth. The movement has her shifting, and I slip my hands underneath her ass, lifting her up to gain better leverage for us all.

London agrees with the position and the deeper intensity with a keening wail when I hit a spot inside that has her clenching her inner walls around me.

I continue pumping, my own breaths and groans blurring my vision the closer and closer I get to letting go. But I want to make sure London gets there first.

“Sage,” I order. “Make our girl come.”

A flash of recollection floods my memory of the first time we were all together and the way we took turns making each other feel good. Realizing at the time that London was ours. She’d always been ours. As friends and then lovers. A woman we craved and loved and shared together. Sage and me.

The difference between now and then is that before, while Sage called the shots, I steered clear of any potential male on male interaction. It was strictly hetero sex.

But now?

After letting go of my inhibitions and ideas of what love should look like and just give in to my desires, it’s opened me up to new and incredible experiences with Sage.

His reply has my cock growing even bigger and harder inside London.

“Yes, sir.”

His hand brushes against the hair above my groin as he slides a finger between London’s wet lips. I look down at the place that we’re connected – me, Sage and London - and I’m jolted with an unfamiliar notion. One I haven’t felt since the last time we were together like this.

Home. I’m home.

Sage wedges another finger inside, and I can feel it rub against my cock. I hiss out an explicative, the pleasure so incredible and foreign, I’m surely going to come.

“Oh shit, I’m getting close. Keep doing that.” My words are choppy at best as I try to drag in air to my depleted lungs.

Sage continues to pump and slide his finger in and out of London’s pussy, jamming it against my foreskin and the sensitive spot under my crown that has me seeing stars.

I know Sage has already orgasmed, but I have a selfish need for him to come again. The three of us coming together would be epic.

“Can you take him in your mouth, London?”

She smiles. “I like that idea.”

London wraps a hand around Sage’s cock and brings him to her open mouth, sucking him in.

Although her supine position doesn’t allow her the best access, her head against the mattress and her ass in my hands off the bed, I can still see the swallowing motion of her throat and based on the vocal reaction from Sage, it must feel fucking spectacular.

With one hand in her pussy, he cradles London head with the other to give her further leverage. When she moans around his cock, I can feel it in mine from the vibrations making their way down her body.

London’s pussy clenches around my cock and I know the minute she’s coming.

As if a chain reaction is set off from the explosion inside her body, her limbs trembling and tightening from the intense waves of pleasure, both Sage and I become completely lost in the sensations. Or at least, I do.

Sage removes his fingers and is about to swing his arm away when I grab his wrist, pulling his hand to my mouth, slipping his fingers along my tongue and then clamping around him, sucking them in deeply.

The taste and essence of London and the salty taste of Sage’s skin is all I need to push me over the edge.

The orgasm bursts unrestrained from the bottom of my toes up through my spine and back down again.

“I’m coming…fuck, I’m coming.” I throw my head back and shout.

Everything I have in me is released inside London’s pussy, as I come, and come, and come until I’ve emptied myself inside her.

She shutters again as she moans around Sage’s cock. His head tilts forward and he releases a deep, gruff noise that sounds like a wolf howling at the midnight moon.

I pull out of London, the remnants of my orgasm spilling out and filling me with a deep male pride. Sage carefully dislodges from London’s mouth and the look on his face says he’s been thoroughly pleased.

And London.

London’s golden hair fans out across the bed, her face and neck flushed from her own climaxes and the heat we made together.

She looks like a goddess.

A sated and well-used, goddamn beautiful goddess.

Our goddess. Our queen.