to my dick for comfort right now.
As his mouth works her over, she starts pushing into my touches more,
and I’m finally able to squeeze another finger inside, slowly stretching her
and moving inside of her until she’s begging me for more. I’m scared to
stop touching her because I don’t want to have to start over, so I try and get
my pants off with one hand while the other is buried inside her, but the way
she’s squirming against me makes it damn near impossible to focus on
much anything else.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.”
Alex storms over and rips the buttons on my jeans apart, tearing them
down my hips with my boxers until I’m completely naked.
“I’ll hand this to you but I am not touching your dick.”
I laugh at him and shake my hips where I’m laying, making my erect
cock bounce and taunt him.
“You know you want a piece of this, Alex.”
He slaps the lube down into my palm and for a second I fear he might be
about to punch my dick but he regains himself and shakes it off, sitting back
down so he can get his own dick out and play with it. It’s kind of messy but
I manage to squeeze some lube onto myself before guiding it to her ass.
I use my fingers together to widen her to me more, which makes her pull
away from Constantine to make some interesting sounds but I feel like
we’re all hanging off a precipice right now, because once I claim this, all
bets are off and we know she’ll be double teamed all the fucking time.
They’re all just as desperate as I am to see her take someone in her ass, to
watch her face bliss out as someone slips inside the front of her at the same
time.
“Just do it already, Cam.”
“Are you asking me to fuck your ass, Amelia?”
She buries her face against Constantine as I rub the head against her
entrance, then Theo starts doing something that makes her freak, screaming
out her first orgasm. I use that distraction to my advantage, as her body goes
slack and slip the tip in, going nice and slow as I work past the outer ring of
muscles that are trying to strangulate my dick.
I hiss out a breath wonder why I’ve never fucked anyone in the ass
before, but then I remember that I didn’t have Amelia and no one else
would have done. Theo doesn’t let up, making her squirm and writhe
against the both of us as I slowly work my hips against her to gain more
leverage.
“Oh my God, oh my God…what the hell are you guys doing to my body
right now?”
Theo scoots up as Constantine backs away, leaning against the foot of the
bed as Theo slips his sweatpants off and kicks them to the floor. We make
eye contact and maybe it should be really awkward because our dicks are
about to become close friends, but I can feel him slide inside of her and
push against me through her body and I forget that I’m supposed to be
moving slow.
I push the rest of the way in until my hips are flush against her ass,
making shallow thrusts until her body language tells me it feels good again.
My hands on her hips, Theo’s kneading into her thigh as it’s draped across
him, then we find a rhythm, one pulling, the other pushing, until our girl is
full-on screaming our names.
Amelia’s got an arm around each of our necks, pulling us into her as we
wreck her, both of us snapping against her as I try to hold onto my sanity
for all its worth. I feel sweat start to trickle down my body to where our
bodies are pressed together, and I finally cede control and give her
everything I’ve got, which makes her scream even more as we use her body.
Theo pounds into her just as relentlessly until all of us are making
inhuman sounds and our limbs are all confused. I hear grunts and the
slapping of skin from where Alex is sitting, and then I’m unloading inside
her body as she squeezes me like a vice and makes my head get dizzy.
I swear it goes on longer than anything I’ve felt, and I finally let myself
start breathing again as I try to come down from that incredible high. Theo
snaps his hips against her one final time before he makes the face and
unloads as well, his rhythm stuttering as he chases his own release.
When the three of us are all a twitching soupy mess Constantine starts a
slow clap.
“Well done, boys.”
Amelia just turns her head back and forth between me and Theo, sloppily
kissing us. “Why the fuck haven’t we done that yet?”
I can’t help but smile, feeling pretty damn good physically, my whole
body tingling from that release.
“Are you saying you’d be game for it another time?”
I kiss her neck one last time but have to pull back so I can breathe.
“That was…amazing. I thought that was supposed to hurt?”
“Only if you don’t take your time working up to it.”
“Speaking from experience?”
She quirks an eyebrow at me and I get the insinuation, but Theo distracts
her with his mouth again, pulling a nipple into it.
“Okay, okay, sorry. Point made.”
“My turn.”
Constantine scoops her up and carries her to the bathroom, and I hear the
water turn on. Handicap bathrooms were awesome because the showers
were huge. Amelia had a decent size bench in there we installed this week
while she was resting, and there’s no mistaking the sound of Constantine
doing things to her body over the sound of the water raining out of the
showerhead.
“Fuck. Those sounds she makes- I feel like living with her and all of you
is going to leave me in a perpetual state of raging hard on. I just exploded
all over my hand, but here he is, standing at attention again. It’s unnatural.”
I want to laugh, but I sympathize. Mine was just strangled into oblivion,
but is now straining to hear her sounds for himself.
Amelia
I’m out in the grass near our new Magnolia tree, enjoying the impending
fall weather. When I look up to the sky, I can almost tell it’s starting to turn
colors. The last few months have been filled with more than I ever thought
I’d get to have.
When the guys first put the ring on my hand, and I’m still kind of
bummed I missed out on some epic proposal, I think I spent a few weeks
feeling it over and over again, trying to convince myself it was real. Though
the guys had no problem using their bodies to show me that it was.
I think one of the things I’ve gotten strongest of mind about is myself.
Through all this, reconnecting and learning that life could still be worth
living, I’ve let them touch me, let them give me touches that not only felt
incredible, but made me feel like a woman. Something I had been missing.
I still can’t believe how unbelievably blessed I am to be laying in my new
yard with four men to call my own. Four men who seem to take joy in
caring for me, and in completing any sort of menial task I’ll allow them to. I
held onto my independence for a bit, but they’ve worn me down quick.
They get so happy when I let them do stuff, so I’ve decided that it’s not
worth saving my pride to prove I can do it myself, because it’s so muc
h
more pleasant to let them get me a drink, or help me dress, or bathe or…
well, you get the picture.
They were all very helpful.
Years ago, when this whole crazy three-way relationship with them had
started, I never got the chance to imagine what the physical side of things
would look like, and maybe teenage me would have been incredibly
intimidated by the thought of pleasing four different men on a regular basis,
but grown-up me got hot and bothered whenever they so much as put a
hand on my bare shoulder.
I love that they don’t care about what anyone will think, and I’ve spent
time with their families recently, getting to know them again, enough to
know that if I’m happy, and their sons are happy, then they’re happy.
They might not fully understand how we make it work, but that’s really
for us to figure out. Because we are making it work.
“Hey, thought I’d find you out here.”
I smile in the direction I hear Cameron’s voice. My first, and the one that
kept everyone level headed and calm. “The tree was calling to me. I had to
come visit.”
I feel him smile as he comes to lay next to me, fingers grabbing and
intertwining with mine as he runs his thumb over my slightly ridiculous
diamond ring.
“It was calling to you, huh? Amelia Poppy, what have we told you about
talking to trees?”
“This one is excellent company.”
“You wore the dress.” I automatically look down my torso at the white
eyelet lace dress that had appeared sometime in the last few days, knowing
the details because I had brought them right up to my eyeballs as I pulled it
over my head this morning and tried to understand it.
He had been a little weird this morning about making sure I wore this
one, but the man made me happy, so I just went with it.
“You going to tell me why you wanted me to?”
“Does a guy need a reason to see his woman in a pretty dress?”
I roll over, snuggling up to his side and throwing my arm across his
lower stomach.
“No excuse needed. I like it. Thank you.”
“You know we like seeing your legs displayed. You look great in it.”
Theo had braided part of my hair earlier, helping me to get it off my face.
I feel Cameron roll next to me and pull at something, then there’s a slight
floral scent as he sits me up and puts something in my hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting flowers in your hair. There’s these pretty little purple flower
growing out of the clover.”
“Why are you putting flowers in my hair?”
I feel him shrug right before he brings me back down to lay with him. I
start hearing voices in the background, getting closer, but it sounds like
more than just my guys.
“Were we expecting company?”
“You probably weren’t, but me and your guys were.”
“Why are you being so weird today?”
Rolling on top of me, he kisses me, slow and thorough, brushing a few
wisps of errant hair from my forehead.
“Remember when you agreed to marry us?”
“You mean when you snuck a ring on my hand and told me to deal with
it?”
“Is that how you remember it? Hmm. I suppose you always thought that
it’d be some big gesture, and you’d be crying and then you’d squeal and
we’d just bang all over the place?”
I laugh, because it’s such a guy thing to say. “Well, I mean for starters, it
might have been nice to actually be asked…”
He gets all serious, pulling me up to a kneel as he seems to also be
kneeling, holding my hand and maybe I’m hearing things in the sudden
pause in vocals he’s inserted, but after a deep breath it almost sounds like he
lets out a little sob.
“Amelia Poppy. You told me when we were seven years old that you
thought I was handsome, and then you pushed me off the tire swing and ran
away.”
I giggle, remembering that day. And then there are footsteps and Alex
bends over, kissing me on the cheek, and kneels in front of me as well.
“Amelia Poppy, when we were fourteen, you told me that there wasn’t a
girl alive who understood me like you do. And then you punched me in the
arm and dumped water down my shirt.”
Oh no. Were they ganging up on me? It shouldn’t surprise me that
Constantine comes up next, dropping a kiss and turning me to wedge
himself into the man display suddenly happening.
“Mils, I always thought girls were kind of dumb. Until the day I realized
you like-liked me, and suddenly I realized it was just other girls that were
dumb.”
“Other girls were dumb.”
“Excuse me, I wasn’t done. I kissed you under that magnolia for the first
time, and that was what I held onto while we were apart, remembering what
that felt like.”
“Hey, Constantine. No fair. That wasn’t what we talked about.”
Constantine mumbles something at Alex’s comment, but it’s too low and
inarticulate to make out.
“Speak up, loverboy.”
“I said, Alexander, that when we were eleven years old, and I was sick,
you spent your whole afternoon trying to pick wildflowers for me to cheer
me up. What I never told you was I was allergic, and my mom didn’t have
the heart to tell you we had to throw them away because I couldn’t stop
sneezing after you brought them by.”
should have just told me.”
Cam speaks up next. “We remember everything about growing up with
you. You being a little brat and not sharing your watermelon bubblegum
with us at recess, getting mad at us when we tried to give you a haircut
when we were in first grade, having a backyard funeral when Alex’s old as
shit cat died, but most of all, we remember seeing you turn into this
gorgeous woman that was made perfectly for us.”
“We remember all the awkwardness of dating as teenagers, every day of
heartbreak when you moved away, and most importantly, the way our lives
began again the day we found out you never actually left us,” Alex says.
“Hey baby. I get a turn now, okay? So just pretend like you have no idea
what’s happening.” Theo kisses me, spinning me a little more as he jumps
onto the end of the line. Pretend I don’t know what’s happening? They’re…
oh shit. They’re all kneeling, aren’t they? I use my hands to sort of
awkwardly crawl, trailing my fingers across them to figure out their poses.
Definitely kneeling. I fortify myself with a good breath in, letting it settle
in my chest before sitting back on my heels and turning my head in Theo’s
direction.
“Amelia, I knew the day you first spoke to me in the hospital that I would
do whatever it took to make you mine. There was this strength in you that
shone, that lit you up. Your smile is the best thing I’ve ever seen, and
although it was pure torture to keep distance between us while you grew
into yourself, I love that we were friends first, that I earn
ed your heart
slowly.
“There will never be another woman for me, and maybe there are a few
other guys for you, but if I get to be with you, then I can share. We assumed
before, and that wasn’t wrong, but we thought you might like a better story
to tell. We have something we want to ask you, Amelia.”
I can feel tears running down my cheeks as all this sweetness washes
over me, and I feel so seen. They come a little closer as a group, all of them
holding my left hand up together and speaking as one.
“Amelia Poppy, will you marry us?”
Those. Those are the words I had dreamt of hearing someday, the words I
had somehow convinced myself I didn’t deserve. Someone wanted to marry
me. Me. Amelia Knight. But, it was more than I deserved, there were four
someones that wanted to marry me.
“Are you sure?”
They all laugh like I told a joke.
“See? This is why we didn’t ask the first time.”
“Well, it would be awkward to not accept, seeing as how I’ve been
wearing your ring for weeks now.”
“Come on, just agree already lady.” Cameron would always be the one
that spoke first.
“Well, if you’re sure…”
“A little louder, for those in the back.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you, even though I’m sure it will challenge my sanity
often.”
There’s a chorus of loud whoops and clapping and I snap my head
towards the sound, wondering who the hell is here.
“We brought some…friends.”
I quirk an eyebrow at Alex.
“Okay, guys game on.”
Instantly, music starts up and I have to strain my eyes to see the blur of
twinkly lights that turn on in the leaves of the magnolia tree. The sky is
getting darker now, that golden hour of late afternoon sunlight passing as
evening approaches.
“Okay, pretty lady sits right here.” Cam has me up and in my chair, close
enough to the tree that I can reach out and touch it, letting the bark tickle
my fingertips.
“Now, baby, you agreed to this. Just remember that.”
And then it hits me. White dress, decorations, the tree, the…guest list. I
turn to look at the direction where the noise of people chattering comes
from, Alex leaning over my shoulder to tell me who’s there.
“All of our parents are here, plus some guys from the station, a couple