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As he says filthy things to Rory, Wes’ hand creeps toward her and I can feel him rub her clit. He rubs harder and faster as he talks, and the minute he tells her he’s going to fill her ass, she detonates. Her back arches as much as it can, her face flushed with pleasure, and her scream the hottest sound I’ve heard in a long time. I feel her milking my cock and after another thrust, I unexpectedly fall over the edge with her. My cock pulses as I come inside her, tingles running up and down my back and legs. I let my body fall over hers, my elbows bracketing her head as I hold my weight off her.

Wes makes quick work of removing the tape from her wrists so she can move again, and she wraps her arms around my torso, holding me close. I feel him remove the tape from her legs and he helps her stretch them out, rubbing the muscles a little as he does so. I finally pull out and grab a warm cloth to clean the both of us up. When I return to the bed, Wes is gently pulling her plug out, kissing her soundly as he does so. I bend over her, sticking my own ass in the air to allow Wes to remove my plug while I clean Rory between her legs.

“How was the plug?” I ask gently.

“It was awesome,” she replies with a satisfied grin.

We arrange ourselves on the bed and snuggle in, enjoying the feeling of being close. This feels like it’s exactly where we’re meant to be.

Chapter 25

Wes

Something about having Rory and Kyle at my command is so intoxicating I can barely function. Kyle is so in control of his day-to-day life that when we started having a girl from time to time, I just took over and called the shots. That stuck and I find I enjoy controlling these situations, especially when Rory is involved. After our romp last night, we spent time just enjoying each other and learning more about each other. Thankfully, Rory was easily swayed into staying the night, and this morning finds me curled up behind her in bed, her ass resting snugly into my hips, teasing my morning wood.

I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck and drop a soft kiss, not wanting to wake her if she’s still out. Seems like she’s been waiting for me though, because she turns over and tucks her knees between mine, her eyes on me. She smiles a little and reaches one hand up to smooth an unruly piece of hair away from my forehead. The piece springs right back to where it was, and she giggles.

“Good morning,” she greets me softly.

“Good morning. Sleep okay?”

“Yeah. Did you?”

“Definitely. I had my two people here. What else do I need?”

“Such a charmer,” she teases, and leans over to land a quick peck on my nose.

“Let’s go out and see what Kyle’s doing. I have something I’d like to toss around the three of us.”

She looks down under the sheets. “You sure that can bounce? I know you have balls, but I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Oh I’ll show you how it works.”

“Promises, promises.”

I chuckle and haul her face to mine for a proper good morning kiss. It’s soft, sweet, and, most importantly, close mouthed because nobody likes morning breath. We venture out to the kitchen, where Kyle is leaning against the counter, drinking coffee. No food on display yet.

“Did you want me to cook this morning?” I ask him.

“Nah, I just wasn’t sure how long you two would be out, so I didn’t start yet. I wouldn’t say no to help if you guys are willing.”

Rory backs away. “You guys don’t want me near the stove. Trust me.”

“Can you crack eggs?” Kyle asks.

“That I can do!”

Kyle hands out the ingredients and puts me on bacon duty. Rory and Kyle put together the ingredients for a scramble, and in no time at all, we have the breakfast of champions on the table. Once we’re settled and eating, I clear my throat a little.

“I have a thought, and I want the three of us to decide on it.”

Rory raises an eyebrow at me while taking a sip of her coffee. Kyle motions at me to continue.

“At this point in our relationship, I think we should make things a little more formal. I was hoping we could call Rory our girlfriend and she can call us her boyfriends.”

“I don’t have a note. Or a box,” Rory says.

“I don’t… you need… what the hell are you talking about?” I ask her, completely confused.

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