Landon positions himself on the other side of Abigail, reaching for my hand, over her bare stomach. We’d been naked since Abigail walked in on us, but she still has on a tank top, covering her tits, only. In her skimpy top, she leans over toward Landon, a beautiful tattoo peeking through, which I’d noticed earlier. “When did you get this?” I ask, Landon leaning over to look at it.
Her face reddens. “We all have them—the bitch posse. We set goals early on and shortly after graduation, we got these dream catchers, so we’ll never forget to not only dream, but to grab our dreams, holding on tight to them.”
“It’s fucking sexy.” Landon begins, leaning over to drop a kiss on her head, settling next to her, a constant smile on his face. Abigail had always been his dream, our dream but now we’re living it.
He continues, “Abs, we want you. It’s simple. We’ve wanted you since the day the two of us declared our love for one another. You’ve always been with us. We want you now.”
She rolls over on her back, in the middle, and both of us turn to our sides to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me—well besides the fact of having an overprotective jack ass brother.”
She’s not wrong. Zander is genuinely our brother in every way, shape, and form. There’s only one thing which would ruin our lifetime friendship, and she’s lying between us. When we told Zander that Landon and I were a couple, his first response had been, “At least I don’t have to kill one of you for dating my sister.”
We’d already acknowledged to each other if ever given a chance with Abigail Spencer, we’d take it, together.
I’m the first person to answer Abigail. “We never wanted to pressure you. If you were too young, people would claim you were simply sowing your wild oats.” We didn’t have to say who people were. All of us knew it would be her brother’s first reaction. “And we wanted to wait to make sure it wasn’t strictly infatuation.”
Her eyes blush, and she pulls for the blanket on the bed to cover herself up. “Um, no, Missy.” Landon’s stern words have me smirking, watching her and her bare pussy, on display for the both of us. “As a matter of fact, we’re naked, and you are not.” Landon pushes himself to his knees, pulling her tank top off, exposing the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Her chest has always been on the larger side, but in person, her tits are majestic.
“Fuck me sideways, Abs. Look at you,” Landon swoons, and she pulls for the fucking blanket again, and this time, I grab it, tossing it to the floor.
“Our Sweet Abigail,” I begin “Do you want this, us, as much as both of us want you?”
She bobs her head up and down. Landon steers her head to his with his fingers. “Haven’t you had feelings for us for a long time too, sexy?”
Slapping her hands to her face, she starts to cackle. “I thought I hid them well.”
Landon winks at me, then at our sweet Abigail. “Um, not too well, sexy, but it showed us what we always knew.”
“And what’s that?” She peeks her eyes through one of the slats of her hands.
It’s my turn to answer. “You belong with us.”
Landon is done with semantics; he’s all for actions at this point. “Tell me now if you don’t want us, and we’ll carry you back to your bed, fantasizing of the orgasm you had at our hands. But if you want us, show us how much you want us, sexy.”
Her hand reaches for Landon’s cock, and his eyes roll back in his head. I’m happy, and turned on, watching him in this state of arousal. That is, until Abigail reaches for my cock, stroking us at the same time. My lover is on his knees, and I roll over to my back, but Landon doesn’t disappoint when his body leans over Abigail’s to drop his lips on mine.
“Holy fuck, you two are sexy,” Abigail croons. Landon’s eyes are locked on mine, a wink spurring me on, and in the pretzel of arms and legs, my fingers make their way to Abigail’s nipples. “Hmmm,” she lets out, and Landon and I emotionally connect over her whimpers of pleasure.
He sits back up, and I know when we come, we want to come in her, not by the wonder of her hands. There’s a time for the wonder of her hand on our cocks, but not the first time we’re together.
“Who gets her first?” Landon whispers, and because he’s the one who never let go of this dream when all I ever thought the three of us could be was a dream, I lean forward.
“You lover, but I’m coming in hard and heavy.”
In a split second, we have our sweet Abigail on her back, I’m kneeling by her face, with a condom in my hand. “You okay, sexy?” Landon questions.
“You’ve wanted me for a long time. Right? You two were together, but, it didn’t stop me wanting you both, also.” In her proclamation are the building blocks of the three of us together.
“Believe it, I need to fuck you sweet and slow.” Landon’s declaration is surprising. He’s the daring one, hot-tempered, quick to action, where I’m more methodical. But, I plan to fuck her hard and fast. This is how well Landon and I complement each other. We both know what the different one needs before we do.
His first thrust is slow, steady, his eyes holding onto her gaze. “Wow, my sexy little thing.” He leans forward, deepening the moment with a kiss. His bare ass, moving up and down as his cock disappears into Abigail is more than sexy. It’s love at its very core.
“I won’t last in you, sexy.” He speeds up his assault, and my eyes are lost on her. The expression on her face tells me all I need to know. She’s lost too, both of them flying high together.
“Abs, I’m close.” Landon’s words aren’t out of his mouth when she begins to quiver like before.
“Let go, our sweetest Abigail.” My hand is on her head, stroking the light strands of her hair. Her orgasm hits strong, as Landon’s does, too.
“Fuck, that was the most beautiful sight, ever.” Landon leans over, again, kissing me like before.
“And we’re not done. It’s your turn, next, baby.” My lover’s decree has me ready. I will claim this woman because she’ll never be allowed to leave us after tonight.
Chapter Six
Abigail
I’m dreaming, right, with both men, surrounding me, Landon inside of me. Ren begins rolling a condom up his rather large cock, about to enter me too. If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to fucking wakeup.
“Abs, are you still with us?” Landon’s fingers pinch my nipples, and in pain, I find my wetness only intensifies.
“Don’t wake me up. I want to live in this dream forever.”
Ren is between my legs, and he seems so real. “Oh, our sweetest Abigail, this isn’t a dream, but a dream come true. We aren’t going anywhere.”
He enters me, and this man, who is typically the gentler of the two, is a beast, like his cock. He pushes hard inside of me, and I welcome him and love the nature of this in the most intimate of moments.
“I won’t last long, my sweetest. But, I can guarantee you, this won’t be the last time I’m inside of you.” More? Sure, sign me the fuck up. I’ve decided, as I’m coming out of my fog, hoping this is as real as they feel, having two men fulfilling my deepest desires, is a fuckton of right in my book.