Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
But they’d never involve anyone else without her approval first. The same way she wouldn’t do the same. It all boiled down to respect and being open with each other about their wants and needs.
Some days he was perfectly fine with having a quickie or missionary-style sex with Erin, like Dylan was doing now. On others, he wanted to take things far enough she’d drop into her subspace. Of course, that took more time and effort than a quick fuck.
Dylan was also learning to enjoy the bliss that came with being a submissive. As was Ford. He had to admit, doing so had enhanced his sex life so far. He had no doubt that Dylan felt the same way, even though he hadn’t stated it out loud yet.
He would, when he was comfortable with that acknowledgement.
Patience was also key when dealing with any kind of relationship, poly or otherwise, but it was especially important when more than two people were involved. A typical couple’s relationship was difficult enough. Adding others required more work to keep it successful. However, a few weeks ago over dinner, they did agree that the work they were putting in had been worth it.
The moment anyone in their throuple decided it wasn’t, they promised to openly discuss it.
“Kiss me,” Dylan demanded, the fire in his eyes roaring bright.
At first, Ford thought he was talking to Erin. It turned out he was wrong.
When he leaned in, Dylan rose up and their mouths fused together. The more their tongues battled, the faster Ford stroked his own cock, and the quicker Dylan pumped in and out of Erin.
She reached up and cupped Ford’s cheek with one hand and Dylan’s with the other. Her ragged whisper reached his ears. “So beautiful. I love watching the two of you together.”
It turned out they both enjoyed putting on a show for her, too. Either she watched them while she played with herself, or she eventually joined in once her pussy was soaked and her inner thighs slick.
Ford was sure it was that way right now as their shared kiss became more intense and Dylan continued to plunge his cock into her.
With a jerk, Dylan broke his mouth free, drove his hands and knees into the mattress, met Ford’s eyes head on and slammed into Erin one more time, making her cry out and her body arch to meet him.
Ford had to stop stroking to avoid coming while watching that. When Dylan finally landed back in the real world, he announced between harsh pants, “I left you a gift. What you do with it is up to you.”
“So generous,” he teased. But in truth, it was no secret that Ford enjoyed fucking Erin after Dylan filled her with his cum. If they were both going to fuck her, he always chose to go second. Dylan never fought him over it since he wasn’t into it as much as Ford.
What could spark one person’s fire could effectively douse another’s.
Ford asked, “Did she come?”
Dylan only nodded since he was still trying to rein in his breathing.
Erin’s blissed-out expression made him ask, “How many times?”
Her heavy eyelids lifted, and she turned brown eyes up to him. “Since he woke me up? Three.”
Shit. How did he miss all of that? “That means I have to give you four.”
“It doesn’t have to be a competition. One more will be fine,” she assured him.
“For you,” he countered. “He’ll never let me live it down if I can’t at least match him.”
Personally, he’d be fine with jerking off and decorating Erin’s face with his cum, but he also didn’t want to pass up the “gift” Dylan left for him.
Choices. Choices.
Obviously, Dylan already knew what Ford would choose when he rolled away from Erin. “Let’s switch. I know how much you like to churn that butter.” He added a grin.
Churning butter was a juvenile way they described Ford fucking Erin after Dylan. Besides seeing Erin’s ass thoroughly spanked, seeing Dylan’s cum clinging to his cock while he fucked her was a huge turn-on for him.
He had no idea why it was but, luckily, neither Dylan nor Erin judged him for it.
Hearing Dylan use that phrase, though, proved his boss had loosened up a bit after first coming home to Fisher Falls. Dayne mentioned it loudly and often that his twin had finally pulled the stick out of his ass.
Ford could vouch it was true that his boss was a whole different man behind closed doors but not when he was dealing with the public or most of the guests. Dylan still tended to act reserved and professional. To look at him during work hours, one would think the man had no kinks or fetishes, or that he like to dominate in bed.
Ford preferred the closed-door version, and he was damn sure so did Erin.