I lay down next to Ryan and stretched out, feeling his warmth. He looked relaxed now, a stupid grin on his face that made me chuckle softly. The wind howled outside, pushing the rain against the window, but inside, it was warm and cozy. David climbed over Ryan's legs with the careful grace of a man who'd done this many times before, his muscled thighs brushing against Ryan's as he moved. He settled on top of me, the solid warmth of his chest pressing against mine, his weight both familiar and thrilling as he braced himself on his forearms. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something uniquely him—filled my senses as he leaned down, his stubble grazing my cheek before his lips, soft and slightly chapped, brushed against mine with deliberate tenderness.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and husky, making my heart race.
“Hey, yourself,” I replied, smirking. The kiss started gentle, a teasing brush of lips, but it quickly deepened. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The lingering taste of Ryan mingled with David's own as we deepened the kiss, our tongues meeting in a rhythm that made my pulse quicken and heat pool deep in my core like liquid fire.
Even after four years of marriage, David could still take my breath away. His fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed me, pulling me closer. I craved him—wanted him inside me, hard and deep. I needed to feel him fill me completely, like he always did.
As the kiss broke, I felt a flicker of mischief in David's eyes. “You know, I was thinking about you earlier,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Oh yeah? What about?” I asked, teasingly.
“Just how much I love having you like this,” he replied, his tone sultry.
At some point in our relationship, the dynamic had shifted. On the outside, we were all business. When one of us was in uniform, we treated each other as friends—two soldiers doing their jobs. Just last week, someone had expressed surprise when they found out we were married.
But behind closed doors, it was a different story. Whenever we were alone—whether in our flat or elsewhere—we barely kept our hands off each other. I’d even sit under his desk while he played games on the computer, leaning against his legs, feeling the connection between us. There was no mistaking that I was his, body and soul.
I let David take the lead in bed, letting him choose our pace. I loved the fast, hard fucks, but he enjoyed teasing me, playing with my body until I couldn’t think straight. Those slow, deep fucks left me breathless, and right now, that’s what he seemed to want.
David shifted above me, kneeling over my crotch. I felt his cock brush against my skin, stirring every nerve ending. He raised himself up, fingers tracing my face, resting on my shoulders. I sighed, feeling the heat radiating between us, the anticipation building.
As he straightened, I opened my eyes, locking onto his gaze. The desire in his eyes matched my own. Our breaths quickened, and I felt a smile spread across my lips. He grinned down at me, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he forced my thighs apart with his knees. I surrendered immediately, spreading myself wide for him, my whole body trembling with a desperate need that bordered on pain. My breath caught in my throat as I arched toward him, silently begging to be filled, claimed, devoured.
He dragged the head of his cock along my already parted lips, teasingly. I moaned softly, lifting my hips to welcome him as he slowly slid inside me. Each inch burned, but it was a delicious kind of pain. He filled me completely, and I gasped at the sensation, feeling every bit of him.
David thrust again, deep and hard, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel him swelling inside, knew he was just as turned on as I was. “God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
My legs trembled as he set a rhythm, deep and slow but relentless. The tension within me began to build, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I felt a hand on my breast, squeezing hard, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I didn’t care who it was—David, Ryan, it didn’t matter. I just wanted more.
I bucked my hips wildly against him, my body begging for release, craving him to go harder, faster, deeper, but David only responded by capturing my lips again, his mouth hot and possessive as he pinned me firmly to the mattress with his weight, deliberately maintaining that maddening, torturous pace. Our kisses were deep and filled with desperation. I moaned into his mouth, pouring all my need into that connection.
Then I felt a sharp pinch on my nipple—Ryan had chosen this moment to twist it mercilessly. The unexpected pain shocked me, pushing me over the edge. David’s slow fucking combined with that jolt of sensation sent me spiraling into bliss.
A strangled sound tore from my throat, somewhere between a gasp and a plea, my body arching toward David as I came hard around his cock. I could feel the waves of pleasure rippling through me, drowning out everything else. Moaning loudly, David buried his face in my hair, quickening his pace. I felt him lose control, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.
Two more powerful thrusts, and he filled me completely, pouring himself into me. A surge of warmth spread through my body, and for a moment, he stilled, savoring the connection. Then he gently pulled out and collapsed next to me, breathless.
“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through me.
David kissed my shoulder, and I could feel the warmth of Ryan’s body drawing closer on the other side, his arm wrapping around me, creating a cocoon of safety and love. My breathing began to slow as the world outside faded into a distant memory.
“Thank you again ,” Ryan murmured, his breath soft against my skin. “Both of you.”
“Anytime,” I replied, feeling a smile spread across my lips. “You know we’re always here for you.”
Satisfied and more than happy, I drifted off to sleep, nestled between the men I loved. The storm raged outside, but inside our little sanctuary, I felt safe, ready to face whatever came next.