Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He lost himself in the sounds coming from the other two thirds of their triad. The sharp slap of skin-to-skin contact, Dylan’s deep grunts and Erin’s answering gasps and whimpers. While doing so, Ford also fantasized about fucking Dylan at the same time their lover fucked Erin.
They’ve done it a few times but neither Dylan or Ford lasted long when they did. They both agreed that next time the men would take turns eating Erin out first until she came at least twice so she wouldn’t have to get herself off as her men laid collapsed on the bed next to her, trying to gather their wits.
Ford now jerked his cock so quickly the motion became a blur. He debated whether to just blow in his own hand or all over Dylan’s ass.
Erin’s face was another possibility.
Or he could dive right in after Dylan was done and add his load to the mix.
The options were endless.
When his head fell back and cracked against the headboard, the action next to him jerked to a stop. With a wince, Ford opened his eyes to see both heads turned in his direction and one side of Dylan’s mouth pulled up. “We wake you?”
Ford answered, “I sleep like the dead but apparently I’m more of a zombie type of dead than an actual corpse.”
Amusement tinged Dylan’s invitation, “You could join in.”
“I could, but right now I’m enjoying the show. Continue.”
Dylan tipped his head toward Ford’s lap. “You’re ruining my concentration.”
Ford cocked an eyebrow. “Like you ruined my sleep?”
“I love watching Erin’s face in the throes of ecstasy, but I also enjoy watching you masturbate.”
Ford could have said the exact same thing. “And this is a problem?”
“Yes. Do me a solid by slipping in behind Erin. This way I can watch you jerk off and see her beautiful face at the same time.”
His first instinct was always to push back on any of Dylan’s suggestions or demands since they still bumped heads more often than not. The push and pull they had made sex between them extra spicy. Sort of like makeup sex after a fight, when that hot emotional energy was turned into physical energy.
It was no surprise that Dylan did certain things—like fucking Erin right next to a sleeping Ford—to get a reaction from him. They still tried to “one up” each other on occasion. They considered the competition healthy as long as it didn’t cause jealousy. Erin always ended up the winner, of course.
But this time, Dylan’s idea was a good one, so he slipped behind Erin by putting his back to the headboard and spreading his thighs wide enough so Erin had room to recline between his legs and use his thigh as a pillow. But that also meant he needed to be extra careful with his stroking so he didn’t accidentally punch her in the face in his enthusiasm.
Grabbing Erin’s hips, Dylan jerked her back to where he wanted her and slammed his cock deep again.
Their eyes met over the woman they shared as Dylan thrusted hard enough to make Erin jerk against Ford. With one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, Ford continued to stroke, squeeze and pull while with the other, he snagged one of her nipples and twisted it hard.
Erin hissed out an encouraging, “Yessss…”
He tipped his eyes down from Dylan to her. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, please, more, Sir.”
“I’m not your Sir right now, he is. You need his permission.” He still needed to get used to saying that. So did Erin. For years, he was her only Dom, now they had to get used to Dylan also stepping into that role.
Her eyes shifted to Dylan, who had his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he drove into her, not even skipping a beat during that interaction.
“Have you been a good girl?” Dylan demanded through clenched teeth.
The praise made her quiver against Ford. “I’ve been a perfectly good girl, Sir.”
“Do you think I should let him reward you for being so perfectly good?” Dylan asked next.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
Dylan’s gaze lifted to meet Ford’s again. “You have my permission to twist as hard as you can. Let’s see if you can get her to say a certain color.”
While Ford loved a challenge and tended to push Erin to the point where she teetered on saying “red,” he didn’t like taking it far enough where she actually had to use it. He always restrained himself.
But then, unlike Dylan, he’d had years to learn her limits while her ex was starting from scratch.
He and Dylan both agreed, if they ever wanted to do a scene with someone who could take it rougher than Erin, or even do things she didn’t want to do, they’d have no problem finding a guest on the ranch more than willing to step into her place. As always, she’d have the opportunity to be in attendance, either simply observing or by joining them in play.