Page 13 of Hot Life
Desmond hummed in agreement, licking his lips.
I clenched my thighs together, feeling my arousal warm between my legs. Dutifully they picked up the garden hose and washed off their hands before facing me again.
My husbands stalked forward like jungle cats, looking at me ravenously, the same way I was just watching them. A fire alit in my core that made me squirm in anticipation.
They paused before me, and I bit my lip to hide my smile. “I thought you guys deserved a treat for working so hard.” I lifted my foot, trailing a gentle toe down Desmond’s thin shorts, his erection already rock hard against my touch. “Come here,” I demanded.
“A treat indeed,” I heard Cedric growl as he spread my legs and dropped to his knees. “Ah, I love these little strings,” he murmured as he untied them, letting the front of my bikini bottom fall forward.
Desmond made his way to the side, and I pulled at his leg, motioning for him to straddle the seat at my chest. He did as instructed and gripped the top of the seat while palming his manhood with the other hand. “Mine,” I murmured and yanked his shorts down, holding his shaft and giving his tip a lick.
He groaned at the same moment I moaned, feeling Cedric’s tongue swipe me from top to bottom. I swirled the bead of pre-cum with my lips before taking him into my mouth. He gripped the back of my hair, staring down at me, bearded, in that goddamn backwards cap. Ced inserted a finger and I moaned, sucking Desmond’s considerable length in time with Cedric’s fingers now pumping in and out. I gagged on pleasure as Des hit the back of my throat and Cedric’s tongue found my clit, swirling and sucking, brushing his teeth gently over my sex. “Fuck, you taste so good, Dot.”
With a mouth full of Desmond’s salty and intoxicating taste, I choked on my first orgasm, coming quickly at the combination of pleasure and the intensity that pregnancy brought to my release.
“Mm, my turn, let’s switch,” Des hummed, pulling out of my mouth.
They changed position and Desmond went to work on my now sensitive and still shuddering pussy while Cedric pushed into my mouth. I ate him up greedily, exploring the difference in his ridges in comparison to Des’s. Cedric was thick and nearly as big as Desmond. Where Des liked hitting the back of my throat, Ced liked the firmer, tight pressure of my lips. I sucked, pulling off with a pop, and he groaned. My hand followed my lips, pumping him, driving him crazy like he’d just done to me. “Fuck, Dot,” Ced growled, pulling my top down, exposing a breast. His thumb still slick with me circled my nipple and I groaned.
At that moment, Desmond’s mouth found my sex, his beard scratching and caressing the apex of my thighs, contrasting with the soft purr of the swipes of his tongue. I moaned, pressing my lips tighter to Cedric.
“Turn her over,” Desmond ordered gruffly. In a moment, Des was lifting my hips and putting me on my knees while Cedric carefully maneuvered my front, sitting me on my palms. He moved to my front, holding himself, and I opened my mouth, needing more.
“Come in my mouth,” I begged.
Cedric tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his thick neck as I engulfed his hard length.
Just then I felt Desmond’s rough hands pull my hips back, pushing my ass flush to him. “You ready for me, Queen?”
I nodded and hummed an enthusiastic yes while still taking Cedric’s girth. “You look nice with my cock in your mouth, Dot.”
I vibrated a moan just as Des plunged into me from behind. My back arched in response, begging for more. He was so big, filling me completely and stretching me in the most delectable way. Des found his rhythm in tune with Cedric, each of them moving in and out, filling me from front and back.
Desmond’s tough hold was claiming and all consuming. The rough grip of a solider, a survivor, a fierce fighter, and a tender lover. His brute bad boy mixed with my silver fox, Cedric. My sharp and intuitive older man. The skilled fingers of a surgeon and the perception of a god. His digits knew exactly how to move, where to press, how to coax, before I even knew what I wanted. Cedric knew. And so did Desmond. The mix of the two of them was otherworldly. My head spun and stars danced behind my eyes with the overwhelming feel of them both. Any woman would say either one of them alone would be her best sex, the best lover of her life. And here I was having them both at once. I really was a selfish bitch. And I loved it. I loved them. They were mine and I was theirs.
Desmond gave my ass a slap as he pushed in to the hilt. I moaned in time with both of my men. Our breaths and moans of pleasure were a chorus amongst the crickets as the sun began its radiant descent. “You both feel so good,” I whined on Cedric’s cock. He fisted my hair and pushed in deeper, hitting the spot on the back of my throat that Des had just occupied before. “Fuck,” he groaned. I felt the warm spill of him slide down my throat. Suddenly Desmond’s hand reached around, and his thumb caressed firm pressure on my center. I gurgled a moan of cum, still holding Cedric’s firm dick in my mouth as Desmond slammed into me in time with the brushes of his thumb. “Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn hot, Queen.” His deep voice fractured. I came undone at the feel of them, at the sound of him. I cried out in blissful agony just as my husband’s climax crashed into me from behind. He slapped my ass again as my pussy clenched around him, drawing out every drop. I wanted every drop of both of them. Mine. It was all mine.
My husbands didn’t withdraw until I’d relaxed and my breathing evened. I almost collapsed into a pile but they held me, Ced at my front and Des behind, turning me over. Cedric scooped me into his arms, and I rested my head on his chest, my extra pregnancy weight light as a feather to him. I inhaled his earthy, salty smell. “I love you,” I murmured. The blaring of sports commentary on the radio had eased into music. “Time After Time” by Cindi Lauper crooned softly, heavenly, as stars began to peek out of the purple and orange sky.
He smiled and kissed my lips softly. “I love you more than anything, Dot.”
Des ran a palm over my bare hip and kissed my neck. “I’ll draw you a bath, baby.”
“Put in the lavender salts she likes.”
“Yes, sir.” He grinned before we followed him into the house, twilight flooding through the windows.
Moments later, strong arms lowered me into a warm and fragrant bath. Cedric disappeared and returned with an ice-cold sparkling water and cheese and fruit tray. But they didn’t leave. They sat on the floor next to me in the bath, smiling and talking softly. We laughed at our inside jokes and talked about plans for the baby. They teased me about how I was banned from entering the nursery. They wanted to surprise me with whatever they’d been working on together with my sisters.
I relaxed into the warm water, letting it ease my muscles and allowing their deep voices so full of love to ease my heart. My tensions and stress floated away on lavender bubbles. I hoped quietly to myself that we never lost this. That a baby wasn’t sand in an hourglass, counting down this time we had together.
twenty-five weeks pregnant
BABY IS THE SIZE OF A FULL-GROWN JELLYFISH. WITHOUT THE STINGY BITS.
“There is no pain in labor, only intense sensations guiding our wombs to our highest self,” the instructor with wavy hair down to her shins chanted. She’d introduced herself as Sonny Lovestruck and I couldn’t have thought up a better name for her and her whimsical way of speaking.
Des snorted next to me. “I’d like to give you some intense sensations later,” he growled in my ear from the chair next to me. I was seated on a ridiculously huge bouncy ball while Cedric sat behind me, gripping my hips as I swayed.
