Epilogue
Lizzy
One Month Later
“That’s seriously all of it?” Trent asks, looking out the door as if he’s expecting more boxes to have accumulated inside my car.
“This is the last one,” I tell him.
“You really don’t have a lot of stuff,” he remarks.
“Well, it didn’t make much sense to get furniture and stuff for an apartment I wasn’t going to be staying in. So it’s just the same stuff I moved in with. I barely even unpacked. And besides, I’ve been kind of bringing stuff over all week anyway.”
“True, but I guess I just expected there to be more.”
“Did the new bed get here already?” I ask hopefully, heading upstairs to what will now be our bedroom.
“It’s already all set up,” Mason replies, stepping out of the bedroom and leaning in for a kiss.
“Ooh, can we go break it in?” I ask excitedly.
They both laugh. “Shouldn’t we at least try to start unpacking your stuff before we get to the fun stuff?”
I remember what River had said on the phone a few weeks ago. It’s weird how that call feels like it could have been both yesterday and months ago. Even though we’ve only been a “triad,” or whatever it’s officially called in polyamory terms, for about a month now, it feels as natural as if the three of us have been together all our life.
It makes sense for Trent and Mason to have that effortless kind of bond, they’ve lived together all this time, they’re used to being around each other constantly, but the way I fit in seems almost too effortless.
“To quote the great River Sokol,” I say, “’You’ve got forever to unpack boxes, but there are only so many Saturday nights while you’re young and hot’.”
All three of us laugh. “I guess she’s got a point,” Trent remarks, “And after all, it’s not every day you get to break in a brand-new bed, now, is it?”
“Definitely a special occasion,” Mason adds.
“So…is that a yes?”
Trent answers me by kissing me and tugging my shirt up over my head. Mason makes quick work of my pants and panties, and the three of us stumble past the threshold into the bedroom. The next thing I know, I’m on my back.
But I don’t exactly have time to appreciate the new mattress before Mason pushes my thighs apart and trails his lips in a long, slow course down my body. When he pauses at my bellybutton, I’m trembling with pure anticipation and need.
He works down one of my thighs and then back up again until his trail leads him to my waiting slit. He teases me with a kiss before his tongue dips between my folds to taste me. I gasp and squirm. He grips my thighs, keeping my legs pinned to the bed, then sinks his tongue deep between my folds.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back in my head and my fingers clutching at the sheets.
Bent over to eat me out, his own ass is raised in the air, and a few moments later when I manage to open my eyes, I see that I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Trent is eyeing our lover’s position with a primal hunger in his face. He catches me watching him and I smile, and as I continue watching, he starts to strip off Mason’s jeans and underwear.
He teases Mason’s ass with his fingers, while reaching around with his other hand to play with his cock. “Did we get another bottle of lube?” I hear him ask, and Mason nods, pointing in the general direction of the nightstand, but keeping his mouth happily occupied.
He works his tongue in tight little circles around my clit and I feel pleasure coiling inside me rapidly. I lose myself in the pleasure, closing my eyes and throwing my head back in ecstasy. I can hear some shuffling, slick wet sounds, and more of Mason’s moans rippling through me, and the added sensation is all it takes to send me spiraling over the edge into pure, blind pleasure, shuddering and moaning.
As I’m coming down from the pleasure, I hear a sharp gasp and a low moan and my eyes flutter open in time to see Trent slowly plunging his cock, wrapped in latex and slick and shiny with lube, into Mason’s ass.
Mason moans and his fingers dig hard into my hips. “Holy shit,” he groans.
Even though I’m still tingling from one orgasm, the sight makes my pussy ache with need. I need to be filled. “Mason,” I breathe, “Please, I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me while Trent’s inside you, please.”
My pleas have the desired effect and Mason hastily rolls a condom down the length of his shaft, his hands shaking and his breath coming fast. Trent has stilled his thrusts, but he’s still buried to the hilt inside our other lover.
Once he’s wrapped and ready, the two of them carefully reposition, and he hitches my legs up around his hips. I feel the tip of his brush against my wet and waiting entrance and my head spins. He reaches down and guides himself into position, then begins the long, slow slide deep into my pussy.