Garrick pressed his lips between Rhian’s shoulder blades and just enjoyed how happy Rhian looked with his head resting on Savannah’s belly. He caught Savannah’s gaze, and she looked more joyous than he’d seen her in weeks.
They were all right. They were going to be better than all right.
This family was going to be awesome.
With a final press of his lips, Garrick stood and stared down at where his hand held the thick plug against Rhian’s ass. The first third had slipped in without any resistance, which had been ridiculously hot. It also meant Rhian would be relatively comfortable, once they got through the tricky part of getting the widest bit past his sensitive rim.
That was, though, a really tricky part. Fortunately, Rhian would love every minute of it.
Garrick twisted his wrist and Rhian twitched when the plug glanced off the right spot. Garrick took advantage of Rhian’s distraction and pressed forward.
He didn’t expect Rhian’s body to open up and accept another third, but it did, just like that. Rhian groaned, the sound muffled against Savannah’s skin.
“That a happy sound?” Garrick asked, needing to be sure.
“God. It is. I don’t know why it is. I should be kicking you.”
Garrick nudged the plug forward, then eased back, taking up a steady rhythm of gentle thrusts and slow retreats. He ran his finger along Rhian’s rim, marveling at how it stretched taut. He regretted not having used a lube that didn’t taste like hell.
Of all of them, Rhian enjoyed this the most. He liked having his ass played with, would happily submit to it for hours over the summer. Maybe that was because for a huge portion of the year it just wasn’t possible. In theory, it shouldn’t have been possible now, but Rhian had seemed certain and Garrick was never going to say no to either of them.
He pushed the plug a little harder, a little further, and Rhian grunted. But he also leaned into Garrick, his body stretching beautifully to accommodate the plug.
“Jesus Christ, how big is this thing?” he groaned.
Before Garrick could answer, he gave a last nudge and the plug slipped into Rhian’s body and seated there, the anchor lodged tightly between his cheeks.
“Jesus fuck,” Rhian gasped, his hands spasming around Savannah’s hips, but Garrick knew it wasn’t a complaint.
He smiled and tucked his hands under Rhian’s ribs, urging him to stand.
“What…are you…oh my god.”
Rhian waivered on his feet in the middle of the kitchen, naked as the day he was born and more beautiful than any other man Garrick had ever laid eyes on. Garrick kept his hands on Rhian to steady him—or to catch him if needed—but also just to feel his warmth and register the steady, if rapid, beat of his heart.
“How’s that?” Garrick asked playfully.
“Umm…wow.”
Savannah sat up on the countertop. “Ready to head upstairs?”
“What?” Rhian asked, shaking his head. His hand hovered by his hip, as if contemplating reaching behind him to feel the plug for himself.
Garrick threaded their fingers together instead. “Yeah, let’s head upstairs.”
Rhian looked adorably confused. He shifted to glance at Garrick over his shoulder, then froze. “Jesus Christ.”
“You all right?” Garrick asked, grinning.
“It’s…it’s right there. On my…fuck, this thing is really well designed,” he concluded, shifting again, this time with intent.
Savannah laughed and jumped off the counter. Rhian may have been a little lost in his own head, but he wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t reach for her, making sure she was steady on the landing.
When she turned to get their clothes from the corner, Rhian let his hand trail along her belly.
Savannah smiled. Garrick had to kiss him.
Goddamn, this was a good idea.
He pulled Rhian flush against him, one hand low on his back, the other pressed between his shoulder blades. Rhian leaned up until their lips met, his eyes fluttering closed as Garrick’s tongue slid over his. Garrick’s cock, which had gone neglected for so long now it had started to ache, was pressed between their bellies. Rhian twisted just a little in his hold to rub against it.
Garrick shivered and rolled his hips, dragging the sensitive head along the ridges of Rhian’s firm abs on one side, and Garrick’s admittedly less firm stomach on the other.
He broke their kiss with a gasp. Rhian leaned forward, as if to chase him, but Garrick stopped him with a firm grip around one ass cheek. Rhian jerked to a halt, then swayed where he stood.
Garrick massaged the muscle beneath his palm, forcing the plug to shift over and over. He was so thoroughly enjoying the expressions chasing across Rhian’s face, he almost didn’t notice Rhian’s growing erection until it brushed against his thigh.
“God, I wish I was still in my twenties,” Garrick muttered, stroking the thickening length.
Savannah laughed and swatted him on the butt. “Come on, you two, before you get any more distracted.”
Which was fair, really.
Garrick was tempted to walk to the bedroom without relinquishing his hold on Rhian’s cock, but as soon as he stepped away, tugging on Rhian’s shaft in the process, Rhian’s knees wobbled.
Garrick let go of Rhian’s dick and slid and arm around his waist instead. “You going to be able to get upstairs?”
Rhian nodded, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes pinned to the floor as if he needed to watch where he put each step.
Garrick stayed close, holding Rhian steady on the stairs. As soon as they were safely on the landing, though, he let his hand wander, tracing over skin and muscle until it landed against the plug’s anchor and he gave it a little tug.
Rhian caught himself on the door frame. Garrick expected to be scolded, but instead Rhian moaned. “Jesus Christ, this thing feels amazing.”
Garrick ran both hands over Rhian’s ass, watching through the door as Savannah chucked all their clothing into the hamper and came back to them.
She cupped Rhian’s cheek and turned his head until he could kiss her.
Rhian wriggled his ass and Garrick took the hint, grabbing the plug and tugging on it again. Rhian’s rim bloomed around the thick bulb and it was Garrick’s turn to get a little weak in the knees.
If he didn’t fuck Rhian soon, he was either going to come the moment so much as a breeze blew past his dick or die of blue balls.
“Come on, in you go,” Garrick said hoarsely, with a pat to Rhian’s butt.
Rhian staggered through the door and to their enormous bed, then waited there instead of climbing up onto the mattress.
“You okay?” Savannah asked with a grin that said she knew he doing a lot better than that.
“If I sit down, I’m going to come again,” Rhian admitted, almost sadly. He waved his hand at waist height and everyone’s eyes dropped to Rhian’s erection. The head was red and shiny with precome, the shaft riddled with veins where it stood away from Rhian’s body.
Garrick almost felt sorry for him, but he was too busy wishing he was in his twenties still. At least having a lover who was sure did have some advantages.
Savannah took mercy on Rhian and climbed onto the bed, towing him with her so that they knelt facing each other. When Rhian sat back, he spread his knees and kept his heels far enough apart that they dug into his buttocks, leaving the plug relatively untouched.
Or, it was until Garrick slid onto the bed behind him, framing Rhian’s thighs with his knees, and reached down to tug the anchor again.
Savannah swallowed Rhian’s gasp as she kissed him. He clung to her while he licked into her mouth and her hands tangled in his hair. He moaned, the sound a low vibration in his chest as Garrick began working the plug against his rim, not quite pulling it out, but stretching him over and over.
A sheen of sweat popped up across Rhian’s skin and Garrick tasted it on his neck and along his shoulders. Rhian hung there between them, letting them do as they wished, letting them know with a thousand little movements and sounds that he was happy. They didn’t need words, and eventually, even the sounds stopped, except for Rhian’s panting breaths. He was barely holding himself up as he traced his lips along Savannah’s jaw and down over her chest. She knelt higher and he licked along her solar plexus and under the heavy weight of one breast, until her fingers tightened in his hair and she guided him to her nipple.
Rhian hesitated there, looking up to see her face above him. “Are you sure?”
She smiled. “Let’s try it and see.”
Garrick watched as Rhian drew Savannah’s nipple into his mouth. It had been nearly two months since they’d stopped doing this, stopped touching her breasts almost completely when they’d become so sensitive she couldn’t stand any stimulation. Now they were rounder, fuller, and the moment Rhian’s cheeks hollowed, Savannah crushed his face to her chest and moaned.
Fuck. Garrick wrapped his fist around his dick and clamped down.
Rhian sucked harder.
“Oh god, Rhian. That feels so good.” Savannah swayed on her knees.
Rhian switched to the other breast, holding her close as he licked and nipped and she gasped and wriggled.
“Fuck, you need to suck. Please…yes, like that, god,” Savannah cried, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
Garrick’s head spun in sympathy as Savannah reached down to run her fingers over her clit. Bright red seeped into her cheeks, her eyes gone sightless, and he realized she was close to orgasm. From having her breasts sucked, which had never come close to having this effect on her before.
Rhian must have realized it, too. He hooked an arm around her waist and another behind her knees, scooping her up and letting her fall on her back on the bed. Then he was over her, his mouth latching onto her again, working from one nipple to the other as his hands ran down her body and hoisted her thighs up to hug his ribs.
Shit. Garrick shook himself out of his stupor. He needed to get back into the game before the game left him behind.
Rhian hovered over Savannah, supporting himself on his elbows and knees, his cock hanging heavy above the bedspread, leaving darker spots when it brushed the bunched-up material. His knees were spread wide, the bright red and white of the plug base stark against his pale skin. Savannah thrashed in his arms, arching her back to shove her breasts closer to his mouth, harder against his questing teeth and lips.
Garrick dove for the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube, then crawled behind Rhian and seized hold of the plug, noting the way Rhian canted his hips up, begging him to just do it.
He pulled. Once. Hard.
The bright candy-cane colored plug popped out of Rhian and fell to the bed with a heavy thud.
Jesus Christ. And merry fucking Christmas.
Garrick’s hands shook as he dumped probably way more lube than he would need over his dick. He made a cursory pass with one trembling hand to spread the slick around evenly.
In all that time, Rhian never clenched, staying open and ready in a way that Garrick had never seen before.
Garrick was a big guy, in general, and his dick wasn’t exactly slender or short. He wasn’t going to be signing up for any contests, but when a guy was six foot five and built to carry over two hundred and twenty pounds and still be lean, his proportions were just…bigger.
For that reason, Garrick tended to go slow at times like these.
Tonight, though, he lined himself up and thrust once, all the way in.
Rhian’s head came up, his mouth leaving Savannah’s nipple with an obscene pop, his neck stretched in a long, gorgeous arch as he shouted a series of increasingly filthy words, mixed in with Garrick and Savannah’s names.
Savannah, sprawled and panting on the bed, stared up at Garrick with wide eyes. Garrick tried to smile back, but it wobbled badly. He felt feverish with the need to move, to push farther into Rhian and make him feel every inch, every ache soothed, and every need fulfilled. Rhian clenched around him, hard, and Garrick ground in, curling over until his head rested between Rhian’s shoulders and he could feel how the muscles in Rhian’s back quivered as he held himself still.
“God, I love you,” Garrick muttered against Rhian’s sweat-slick skin.
“I love you, too,” Rhian practically sobbed. “I love you both. Please, you have to know that.”
Savannah ran a hand over Rhian’s cheek and down to his shoulder. “We do know.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rhian whispered, his voice hoarse. “I’m so, so sorry. I need to talk to you. About something. It’s not…it’s okay, though. You have to know how happy I am to be with both of you.”
“We know, Rhian,” Garrick said, lifting his head. Rhian wasn’t one for babbling, particularly not at moments like this.
They’d meant to take him apart. Now, Garrick was worried they’d broken him.
When Garrick rose up, Rhian shifted back with him, seating himself firmly on Garrick’s dick, not letting a millimeter of him escape.
“Easy, love,” Garrick murmured, running his hands down Rhian’s sides. “We’ve got you. We’re not going anywhere.”
“I know.” Rhian shifted and Garrick moved with him, his eyes crossing at the pressure and friction as Rhian planted his knees more firmly and rose on one arm. “And I’ve got you,” Rhian said as he curled his other arm around Savannah and yanked her down the bed until she lay underneath him.
She yelped, then laughed, until, with a swivel of his hips that dragged Garrick right along with him, he slid into her body and her laughter was choked off with a long, low moan.
“God, Rhian,” she sighed.
Rhian didn’t answer, but perhaps that was because his mouth was full again. He had pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with how hard he sucked, and Savannah cried out, arching up against him.
Garrick thought that was probably his cue to move. He pulled back, his entire body shuddering at the tight clench of Rhian’s body, then he shoved back in.
His last coherent thought, other than that he loved these two beautiful people more than he’d ever thought was possible, was that he probably shouldn’t have encouraged Rhian to come once already, because there was no way in hell Garrick was going to last.
Rhian wasn’t going to last. It was insane—and improbable, given that he’d just come a few minutes ago in the kitchen and, in spite of what Garrick said, Rhian wasn’t that young anymore.
But he could feel the tension curling up his spine, tightening the muscles in his ass and back and hips. Garrick was so far in him, so deep, that it felt like he was snugged up against Rhian’s diaphragm, forcing the air from his lungs with every shift or thrust. The stretch was exquisite, the burn lost entirely to the thrills running up and down his spine. The hot, wet clench of his beautiful, sweet Savannah around his cock was perfect.
As soon as Garrick had a steady rhythm, each thrust growing just a little more powerful, Rhian forced himself to relax so that his body would shift with each plunge to thrust into Savannah. She groaned at the drag, the friction, but it seemed less important than whatever was going on with her breasts.
Rhian was really a big fan of Savannah’s breasts, as a rule, but this was something else. She had never been this responsive, this sensitive, before. And Rhian was enjoying the hell out of it.
Also, he was definitely changing his rules about not having as much sex during the season. Garrick felt fucking amazing, and Rhian couldn’t help but change things up, shoving back to meet each thrust, then rocking forward into Savannah and forcing Garrick’s long, thick shaft to drag against his rim even quicker.
On his next shove back, he met Garrick’s hips with enough force that the slap was audible above their moans. Rhian cried out, then rocked forward, meeting Savannah with less force—and noise—but no less pleasure.
God, he was almost there.
He might have said that aloud, because Savannah groaned and clamped down around him, while Garrick shifted, the bastard, and absolutely nailed his prostate on the next thrust.
Rhian shook all over, barely able to retain enough coordination to keep moving his hips between them.
“Come on, baby. Do it,” Garrick growled, thrusting again.
Rhian almost shouted, “I’m trying!” but bit down on Savannah’s nipple instead. She howled, then twisted against him, trying to change the angle of his thrusts.
He wasn’t really in any position to help, but he tried, forcing his hips to go faster, dragging his cock along her soft walls as fast and as hard as he could, all the while doing the same to himself on Garrick’s cock in his ass.
His heart was beating so hard he thought he might die. Then his heart stopped altogether as two things happened at once.
Savannah reached down between them and flicked her clit maybe twice, then let out a mighty scream that would ring in his ears for days and clamped down on his cock so hard he saw stars.
And Garrick slid a finger right beneath his cock into Rhian’s already stretched hole and pressed down on his prostate like it was a fucking power button.
Rhian’s orgasm roared over him like a tidal wave, whiting out his vision, blanking out his ears so that all he could hear was his own hoarse shout and the buzz of a million neurons doing a happy dance.
He thrashed against Garrick, making the burn and the stretch worse. Better. Garrick pulled his finger out, clamped down on both of Rhian’s hips to hold him steady as he ground against him. When Rhian’s senses came back online, all he could hear was Garrick telling him, again and again, in a ragged voice, how much he loved him. How beautiful he was. He could feel Garrick’s cock pulsing in him as Garrick’s hips twitched against him. Just when the pleasure might have turned to pain—because there was no way in hell he was going for a third round tonight—Garrick pulled out.
Based on the desperate gasp of breath and the bounce of the bed, he may have actually collapsed back there.
Rhian didn’t dare turn to look. He held himself on trembling arms and stared down at Savannah. She smiled, kissed him gently once, then slithered out from under him. The moment she was clear, his arms gave out and he face-planted on the bed.
Savannah ran her hand down his side and he stared up at her blearily through one eye.
“You okay?” she asked.
Garrick dragged himself to sit beside her, his hand joining hers along Rhian’s ribs.
Rhian didn’t yet have the higher brain function necessary for things like speech, so he smiled weakly instead. He could feel Garrick’s come sliding out of him, and he thought this just might be the most content he’d felt in…god, months. Ever, maybe.
But then, he’d had that last thought before. Savannah and Garrick destroyed him, in all good ways, often.
He should tell them that. He should tell them that he loved them, again, and that he was sorry a thousand times over. Then he should explain, because he was pretty sure they believed that he was freaking out about the prospect of becoming a father.
And he was. But not like they thought.
He knew it was important that they understand. As soon as possible. But the moment his eyes closed, just to rest them for a second, he dropped into a deep and dreamless sleep.