Page 75 of The Best Number

I give a nod, not unfamiliar with this process, but still grateful to Tom for talking me through it and making sure I’m comfortable. He positions himself up near the headboard so he’s half sitting, his legs spread wide.

I straddle him, lifting my hips so he can notch his cock inside me. We groan simultaneously as he pushes all the way in, filling me to the hilt. I use my hands to lean on his chest, bending to kiss his lips. He slides in and out of me and my eyes close, savouring the sensation. When his hands settle on my hips, he continues to kiss me and I’m aware of Jack kneeling between Tom’s spread legs, settling behind me.

One of Jack’s hands covers Tom’s on my hip and my eyes spring open as Jack pulls the buttplug from me, making space for him. It hits the floor beside the bed with a thud. His lube slicked fingers probe me, pushing inside and stretching me further, ready to accommodate him.

Tom and I are no longer kissing, but I’m poised above him, our gazes fixed on each other. He gives a gentle smile of encouragement, followed by his signature wink.

Jack’s fingers pull out and I feel the head of his slick cock prodding at my entrance. The first time we did this, I didn’t think it would work, but the guys eased me into it and it’s now one of my favourite things to do.

I feel safe, wedged between them.

I feel desired, with each of them filling me up.

And I feel loved when they both take such good care of me.

“Easy, Cass,” Jack whispers as he slowly pushes inside me. I draw in a deep breath, trying to loosen my limbs and relax as he breaches me. There’s the usual stinging sensation as the thickest part of Jack’s hard cock enters me. I know to push past that feeling. It only gets better from there. Then he’s easing deeper into me and I sigh, feeling more full than I ever thought possible.

Tom tips his chin, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Okay?” he asks, both guys still until I give them a sign I’m ready for more.

I wait a moment, closing my eyes as a wave of gratitude closes over me.

“Your arse is so. Fucking. Tight.” Jack moans, causing me to laugh. Here I am, feeling a wave of love and he’s desperate to fuck me.Nothing ever changes.

“I’m good,” I tell them both. Jack pulls back before pushing back in and works up to a slow rhythm. Tom joins in and they take turns in pushing inside me. I let go of everything. There are no thoughts. Only being here, in this moment, with the two of them.

Tom brushes his thumb against my swollen clit and I groan. “I want you to come, Mac. Can you do that for me?” he rasps. His other hand, still gripping my hip tightens as Jack’s pace increases. “No one else is coming until you get yours.”

I nod and let Tom and Jack fuck me into oblivion. Tom’s thumb on my clit, my pussy full of him and Jack pumping in and out of my arse. I scream in pleasure when the orgasm hits and my whole body quivers. My pussy clenching drags a moan from Tom, and he rocks his hips as he works to his own orgasm. His cum floods my pussy in a rush. Jack groans, pumping his hips faster and harder. I can do nothing but stay still as he loses himself inside me, spilling his seed deep within me.

We collapse in a heap, rasping for air. I snuggle into Tom’s chest, desperate to be close, despite our heated, sweat soaked bodies. Jack eases from me, reaching over and leaving a trail of kisses up my spine.

“That was awesome,” he drawls. He lays beside us, tugging me off of Tom and into the middle, all of our limbs tangling together as we come down from the high. “Love you, Cass.” He kisses my shoulder before reaching over and clasping Tom’s chin in his hand. “And I love you too.”

Tom’s eyes light up. He pulls the bed covers up over our naked bodies, clearly ready for a snuggle.

Once Jack decided he was in this relationship and in love with us, everything felt better. Tom has opened up over the last year, delighted with the love and affection Jack and I give him on the regular. And Jack is still a brat but also the most affectionate of all of us. It’s often him that seeks out me or Tom for a cuddle. Each night, before I fall asleep, it’s his lips brushing my shoulder or my forehead with a loving kiss.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

A bark comes from outside the bedroom door.

“Time’s up, guys. Loki needs some attention,” I chuckle.

It’s Tom who lets the dog in with a sheepish grin on his face. He pats the end of the bed for the dog to jump up.

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