Page 11 of If He Wanted To, He Wood

Ash

I watch her sleep while we sit on the couch. We all talk about her decision quietly while she catches her zzz’s.

“I’m relieved, although her feelings could change over the year, and we won’t be any better off,” Forrest mumbles.

“I think we’ll be alright. My feelings for her are abundant and if she feels even a half of what we do, we’ll be alright.”

“I hope you are right. Have a good night. I’m taking the spare bed tonight,” Forrest says.

“I’ll carry her. Let’s get her to bed,” Bruce whispers as he lifts her legs off of my lap, I follow behind him. I watch as her eyes open, and her brow furrows, her eyes dart between Bruce and I. When he lays her on the bed it doesn’t keep her down, and she bounces up to peel off her clothes.

“I don’t want to go to sleep. I had a nap, so let’s do something if you guys are up for it,” she bites her lip. Her face is adorable when she’s nervous. Tasha turns to the closet, reaching her hand in and pulls out a small bottle.

Her curves kill me, and I’m mentally remembering every inch to savour for the coming months. My dick hardens in my pants.

“I want to take both of you. Ash, I want you to take my ass for my first time.”

When she looks at me through her thick lashes, I don’t hesitate to pick her up and lay her on the bed. I crawl over her, grazing her lips with mine, and exploring her soft skin with my fingertips. She arches under me, trying to find friction, but I move away from her, pulling my t-shirt over my head. Her eyes watch me undress and as I look back at her, the heat in her eyes is all I need to be hard as a rock. I slip off my pants, stroking myself. Her face flush, her nipples hard, her legs spread and waiting for me.

“Play with yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”

She looks behind her at Bruce, who’s already stroking his cock, and he nods.

“Be a good girl. Show us how wet we make you.”

She slides two fingers into her wetness and her finger circles around her clit. She teases herself, making slow leisurely passes over her clit while finger fucking herself. As she explodes over her own fingers, I rush between her legs and lick up all her juices, her legs tightening around me as I suck on her clit. I use one hand to open the bottle of lube, adding enough to her back entrance to slide one finger in. Her mouth opens and her eyebrows raise, as I add another finger to scissor them inside of her.

“Baby, just breathe.”

I use my mouth to suck on her clit, and finger her tight little asshole. I coat my dick in lube and pull her onto her side, raising one of her legs up. Bruce holds it while she sucks his hardness. She moans around him while I slide the tip into her ass.

“Holy fuck, you are so fucking tight. Damn girl, keep breathing, push out as I push in, okay? You are doing so fucking good,” I whisper. I can’t believe how tight she is, she’s gripping me tighter than I have ever felt in my life. She could squeeze the soul straight out of me. I let her get used to the intrusion by holding still, and Bruce pulls his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop.

He rolls onto his back, his hard cock standing to attention, while I begrudgingly pull out of her sweet ass so that she can straddle him. I watch her grind onto him, and as she moans I can see the appeal Forrest sees. She is so fucking hot when she’s fucking.

Not stopping to think about the kinky vixen on our hands, I line up my cock, and lube her as I slide the tip in. The tightness I thought I felt before is unbelievable. Feeling Bruce’s cock through the thin layer between us makes everything airtight.

As I reach over her leg to stroke her clit, she rides Bruce harder and as she clenches down, she soaks both of us. I fuck into her harder than I intended and pull out at the same time as Bruce. We kneel over her and stroke our loads over her face. All I can do is lay on my back for a minute, letting the blood return to the right places before I get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean up our mess.

“Such a good girl. That was amazing, Tasha. What else is on that sex bucket list of yours?” I ask her, lying beside her.

“I want this, but with Forrest inside me as well. I don’t think I could manage his width in my ass or your length,” she looks at Bruce and winks, her smile stretching over her face.

“We will make it all happen. Anything you want, we will do it,” I whisper into her ear. I move behind her to be the big spoon, her ass wiggling against me as she lies her head on Bruce’s chest.

Fifteen

Tasha

When I wake up with Ash’s arms around me, I realize it’s Christmas morning. It’s my favourite time of year and this year it’s better than ever. I wiggle out of his embrace and pull on my pajamas. I pad to the kitchen to start coffee, and pull out ingredients to make pancakes. Taking the bird out of the fridge, I turn on the oven.

First, I dress the turkey and get it into the oven, I’ve finished mixing the batter and I’m just getting them into the pan when arms circle me. I press myself against the body behind me until I can tell it’s Forrest by his cedar scent.

“Good morning, beautiful. What are you making us?” he asks.

“You haven’t seen pancakes before?” I joke.

“Ha ha. Yeah, I know what they are. How did you sleep?”

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