“Shit, that feels good,” she breathes out.
Zeke massages Livvie’s breasts, taking her mouth, dropping kisses along her jaw. Her ass flexes around my finger. My aching cock throbs. I rise up on my knees as Zeke lifts Livvie into place over the broad head of my cock. I rub her asshole until the tiny aperture widens to accept me. Her juice and my pre-come lube the way and I ease in, inch by slow, excruciating inch.
Her head falls back on my shoulder. Glassy eyes meet mine.
“I love you,” she says.
I take her mouth, wanting to taste the words. She kisses me back and I feel the love pouring out of her. This girl, this precious being, lights up every corner of my life. I don’t know what I did before I met her, but I know it wasn’t worthwhile. Life only had meaning once she appeared.
We’re ready,I tell my brother.
The mattress dips as he climbs into place on the other side of Livvie’s body. I lie back slowly, careful not to lose any contact inside her hot hole.
“Hold her tits for me,” he demands. “I want to eat those babies up before I fuck her.”
I cup the heavy weights in my palms so that my brother can suck on Livvie’s tits. She releases my mouth and cries out with pleasure when he takes one long tug on the right. I pinch the left one and she convulses around my dick. The anal muscles squeeze me so tight I almost lose consciousness.
“Fuck, hurry, man,” is all I can gasp out.
Zeke spreads Livvie’s thighs wide. Meanwhile I continue to pinch and torment her nipples. He enters her slowly.
“You okay?” he checks.
Her head bobs lightly. Livvie’s in another plane right now where she’s all nerve endings and feelings. Words are hard.
I can feel him on the other side of the thin membrane as he slides home. The air in the room disappears. I enter the same plane Livvie’s on where there’s nothing but her sweetness filling every sense I have. Her scent fills my lungs. Her taste is on my tongue. Her cries of pleasure are all I hear. Her pink skin and lush blonde hair are all I see. That and her love. It shines around this room, seeps into my veins, engulfs my heart.
On the other side of her sheath, Zeke begins to move. I follow, entering when he withdraws, pulling out when he thrusts forward.
Livvie makes small, desperate whimpering noises. She might have formed words, but I can’t make them out as I climb toward utopia. Her asshole grips me like a vise and my thrusts grow harder, more rapid. Zeke matches my pace.
We move in harmony, harder and faster, racing toward the bright sun of ecstasy until it bursts like a shower of comets, raining pleasure down on the three of us. My come pours into her ass as she convulses around me.
“I love you!” I shout. Zeke yells out the same words, an echo of mine. Her cries join his until it’s just an endless reverb of our love.
* * *
After giftingthe Alpha Gamma frat house to the Political Science club, we settle into a routine. For me, that consists of practice, football, four classes, and loving Livvie. The last one is the most important. She seems happy. She’s smiling a lot.
Zeke asks her how she can be in a good mood when her classes are so damn boring.
“Because I know you’re behind me suffering,” she teases him.
Zeke’s routine is to follow Livvie around during the day and write code at night. He’s not ever going to graduate, but he doesn’t care. Between the money from his software sale and my impending NFL contract, we’ll all be set for life.
Sundays are the best because it’s my one day off. Zeke and Livvie make sure to get all their shit squared away so we can spend the day together. This Sunday is a special one. We’re asking Livvie to marry us over Christmas break. First, though, we have to talk to the moms.
They’re both worried about us and how we’re going to make this threesome work. On campus, we’ve been able to scare everyone into silence. The eviction of the frat boys shook people up. But we go off-campus—to eat, to drink, to buy groceries. Off-campus, we can’t control strangers. It’s too big. The world’s just too big for us to threaten, intimidate, and otherwise protect Livvie like we want, which means there are going to be arrows slung her way. We do what we can to make sure that the barbs don’t sting too hard, and Livvie seems to be at peace, which is all that’s really important.
Now, if we can only convince the moms of this.
“You ready, bro?” I rub my sweaty palms across my sweatpant-covered thighs.
“No.” He looks pale as he fiddles with the camera.
Livvie’s passed out from a good round of early morning fucking. We worked her extra hard in hopes she’d stay sleeping while we did this.
“That’s encouraging,” I say sarcastically.