Page 15 of If He Wanted To, He Wood

“You ready yet?” Forrest asks, and he leans against the door frame when I open the door. I drink in the sight of his body. His muscular chest fights against the green shirt I bought him, his biceps bulge under the sleeves, and my desire for him is on high.

"Let's go," he says. He asked me to wear a skirt and planned a surprise date. He is by far the most thoughtful out of the three, so I wonder what he has planned. As I drive to the address he gave me, I see it’s a deserted park. The trees are bare of their leaves, but the full moon creates a light contrast off the untouched snow.

“I packed a dinner, and although we aren’t supposed to be touching you, I’m breaking the rules to have you for dessert.” He grins as he pulls out the packed dinner, and we eat inside the truck. The temperature isn’t freeze your nostrils closed cold, but it’s balmy. We talk about many things, our childhoods, our pasts, about family and friends and what we expect from the future. This is definitely one of the best dates I’ve had in a long time, it’s just so easy to talk to him and time passes like it’s nothing.

He gets out of the truck, pulls up the cover on the pickup bed, walks around to my side and opens my door, holding out his hand.

I take it to see he has laid down blankets in preparation for tonight’s date. He picks me up and lays me in the back, his eyes darkening as he kneels in front of me. The chilly breeze lingers on my skin, but the warmth that is spreading through me takes my mind off the crisp weather.

His strong hands run up my legs under my skirt. He puts them over his shoulders and his warm breath slides over my inner thighs. When he pulls my thong to the side, the brush of his fingers makes my breath hitch. The sensation of the pads of his fingers touching my skin hardens my nipples as I anxiously wait for him to touch me the way I want.

It’s been a few days since anyone has touched me, since I told them I want all their cocks in my holes at the same time. The thought of having Ash in my ass while the other two are in my pussy makes me damn near delirious with need.

I focus on the sensations Forrest is bringing me, his light touch teasing me as his lips brush my inner thighs. I love the way he edges me. How every time he is with me, he holds back until I start to beg, and how he stretches me when he fucks me until I come all over his big dick.

Twenty

Forrest

As I grip her thighs to spread her legs open, her muscles tense under the cold weather. I’ve always been the outdoorsy type and I love to fuck outside, but that’s out of the question. However, I will make her come until she begs me to stop because I fucking love to hear her scream my name and beg.

When I slide my fingertips over her wetness, she trembles under me. Her smell drives me wild and as her wetness drips down her ass, it takes all my willpower to not lick her dry. I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb, and watch her pussy pulse, which makes my dick harder than ever.

When she starts to beg, I slide a finger into her entrance. As slow as I can, I fuck her with my fingers. Hovering over her clit, I swipe my tongue out to tease her further. Her whimpering and panting fills my ears and I suck on her clit as I curl my fingers inside her to stroke the G-spot. I know I have the right spot when her moans become animalistic. I don’t stop until her beautiful cunt pushes out my fingers and she squirts. I lick up everything she has to offer and continue this cycle until she begs me to stop. She is a trembling wet mess.

“I want to suck you, please. I need to make you feel good,” she pleads, her eyes burning into mine.

“Lean into the pillow behind you, slowly play with yourself. Let me see if you can make yourself squirt. I need to know if you can while I’m gone.”

Her lower lip juts out into a pout, but she moves into place. As I watch her, I pull out my hard cock and slide two fingers into her wetness to use as lube. The cold air threatens to deflate my cock but watching her dip her fingers from her mouth to her entrance keeps me hard.

“Good girl, you can handle this,” I whisper. I grip my cock hard as I stroke, watching her play with herself, her muscles contract and her breathing becomes faster.

“Stop, not yet. Stay right fucking there on the edge. Rub your clit while you watch me stroke my dick. I want us to come at the same time,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “Now, come now for me.”

I’ve reached the brink of my orgasm and stroke faster as I watch her gush. White jets of come fill my hand as I close my eyes. I’m surprised to feel a hot wet heat over my hand, and I open my eyes to watch her lick the come out of my hand and brush her tongue over the head of my cock. This woman is going to be the fucking death of me, I think, while I grin at her and we arrange our clothing. I help her down out of the truck and we drive home.

Before we walk into the house, I place my hand on her lower back and hold her to me as I kiss her goodnight. I can taste myself on her tongue and it makes me kiss her harder. I have to restrain myself before I fuck her on the front porch.

“I love you Forrest, thank you for tonight,” she whispers as she unlocks the door, and we walk into the house.

“I love you. Thank you for making us all the luckiest men in the world.”

“They fucked. Her hair is a mess, and he has a shit-eating grin. Fucking rule breakers,” Ash’s loudmouth shatters the moment.

“We didn’t fuck, I promise,” she giggles before she goes to the kitchen to get some water.

“I made her feel good. I didn’t break any rules. We have a lot of work tomorrow.”

“We’ve both had the same thoughts, but it’ll be alright. Eleven months ain’t shit compared to the forty years,” Bruce says. We all chat about tomorrow and tell her more about what is going to happen.

When we get to bed I lay next to her, feeling her soft skin under my hand as she sleeps. I smell her floral hair and the subtle smell of peaches from her body lotion. My heart hurts knowing we only have one more night. I pull her closer to me, wrapping my arm around her waist. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love her.

The next day after breakfast, we set up the backyard materials. We spend hours forming the holes to make it easy for her. It’ll still be hard on her, but hopefully with the magic sand it will work better. We help her at the grocery store, grabbing snacks, puttering around the house for the rest of the day. We touch, caress, and kiss her as much as possible.

We all work as a team for a memorable last dinner, and I can see her excitement from across the table and it makes me smile, knowing shortly she will get railed by all of us and will be sore for days after we are gone.

“Do you think the bedroom is the best spot?” She asks, as she sips her wine.

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