Sophie Oak - Up All Night in Bliss

Callie started to drift off, the sweet silence of the afternoon overtaking her desire to get up and do something. Anything. It didn’t matter. She was so tired she could feel her very bones yawning. The night before had been a little brutal. The twins had their days and nights mixed up.

She lay back on her bed, the one she shared with her husbands, though lately there was usually only one of them trying futilely to sleep. Weariness seeped over her now that there were no sweet baby noises to keep her awake. She would just close her eyes. Just for a minute.

Zane was outside mowing the lawn and making sure the cabin was ready for the coming winter. Nate was at work. And the twins were finally sleeping at the same time. She was all alone, and there was nothing to do except give in.

It was the perfect time to just get a little tiny bit of shut-eye. Especially since the babies would almost certainly be awake all night long.

She let her eyes drift closed and fell into her best dream.

Nate smiled down at her, his perfectly cut chest on display. He was a damn Greek god, and he was smiling down at her like she was a cup of ambrosia. She was kneeling on their bed, her breasts thrust up and waiting for his touch when she felt Zane come in behind her. She needed this. She needed them.

Nate leaned over and sucked a perky nipple into his mouth. Callie felt her whole world tilt. She had a baby at her breast almost constantly, but in her dreams those breasts were still firm and pert, ready for the attention of her husbands. Nate sucked her nipples, one after another, his tongue lavishing affection while he twisted the other between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched at her, making her writhe. He sucked hard, the sensation in her nipples going straight to her pussy. She was getting wet and soft and ready for some hard cock play.

She sighed as she felt Zane crawl on the bed behind her.

His hands cupped her hips, and she felt the hard line of his massive erection nestle between the cheeks of her ass. He loved to fuck her ass. He would groan a little and spread her cheeks before dribbling lube there and lining up his cock to thrust home.

She wanted it so badly. How long had it been since she’d had them both? One in her pussy. One in her ass. Her men. Her home.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. Do you know what I want to do to this ass?” Zane whispered in her ear, his tongue licking along the shell, making her skin light up.

“And I want to fuck my sweet pussy.” Nate ran a hand along the folds of her pussy, sliding into her juices. She was so wet. Her pussy was weeping in anticipation of what they could do to her. How long had it been since she felt a cock ramming home, hitting her sweet spot, sending her crying over the edge into sweet oblivion?

Hands reached out and cupped her breasts. Yes. This was what she’d needed. She needed their hands on her. On her breasts and her hips, cupping her neck as they kissed her. It felt like forever since they had treated her like a sweet little sex toy to pass between them. They would fuck her over and over, changing places and positions every so often. One would suck her nipples while the other ate at her pussy. She would get to her knees and suck their hard cocks in turn, both of her beautiful men holding themselves at the ready for the attentions of her tongue and mouth. She would suck them dry, licking in long passes and then suckling their cockheads to taste the savory sweetness of their pre-cum. She would suck them until they came, coating her throat in their essence.

Nate leaned over and kissed her, his tongue surging in. She opened herself and let her tongue slide against his, dancing a waltz only the two of them could enjoy.

“You’re so beautiful.” Even while she kissed Nate, Zane was there. She was always surrounded by their love.

Blessed. She was blessed with this amazing love from these amazing men, and she was enough for them. She was their woman. She was all they needed. Callie let her hands roam over gloriously hard masculine flesh. There was nothing in the world but these men and this moment.

“Baby, are you awake?”

She kissed Nate with all she was worth while she reached back to Zane. Of course she was awake. She was never more awake than when she was with her men.

“Callie? Honey? You need to wake up.” Zane wasn’t saying the things he should say. He should be saying things like, “I want you so bad” and “I can’t stop.”

Callie tried to hold on to her dream, snuggling down in the sheets.

Zane’s voice was insistent. “Baby? Charlie’s hungry. I’m so sorry, babe. We’re out of milk. You haven’t pumped in a while. I know we have an emergency supply, but I didn’t know if this was an emergency or not.”

Callie stirred on the bed, her eyes opening.

Zane stared down at her, a baby in his arms. Charlie wriggled and pulled at his father’s shirt, trying desperately to tug something into his mouth. When he was hungry, he would try to nurse anything. Once when they were at Max and Rye’s house, Callie caught him sucking their dog Quigley’s tail in an attempt to gain sustenance.

“Are you okay, babe?” Zane asked, concern in his green eyes. “I could unfreeze the milk.”

The late-afternoon light struck her eyes, and she wiped a hand across them, weariness invading her veins. It had only been a dream. It was definitely time to wake up. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t. She was way too fat, and she didn’t sleep anymore. She fed her babies and rocked them and held them and loved them. She adored her babies, but she hadn’t felt like a woman in months. She still didn’t feel like it. She sat up in bed. The big bed where they used to make love to her seemed now like just a way station between picking up the babies.

She looked down at her T-shirt. It had two beer steins facing a sweetly curved glass of red wine with the Trio logo above it. She’d loved that logo because it seemed to stand for her and Nate and Zane. Trio was their business. Zane’s bar was where all the women in Bliss went for a drink and to pick up a hottie—or two. It used to cling to her every curve, but now it emphasized the rolls pregnancy had left behind. And it had a couple of stains on it she didn’t like to think about how she’d gotten. Her babies liked to spit up.

She sighed and pulled her shirt up, letting down the cup of her nursing bra. They weren’t sexy anymore. She was just a mom, and her husbands didn’t seem to look at her as anything else now. Over the last few months, they had settled into a polite partnership as they got used to being parents. “All right. Pass me the pillow, please.”

She took Charlie in her arms. He was such a sweet little boy. His fat little legs kicked out and his fists pumped, and he started to nuzzle her. He knew just what he wanted. He latched on before Zane had placed the circular half pillow under her arms.

Zane gave her a little smile, his eyes on the place where she fed their baby. “I’m always in awe that you can do that.”

Yes, her breasts performed their intended function. They produced lots of milk, and they hadn’t had a non-baby hand on them since the twins had been born. She watched her son nurse and wondered just how long she could hold on to his dads. She’d never been a thin thing, but childbirth had played a number on her body. Nate and Zane were gorgeous. She wasn’t. How long would they stay with her out of loyalty?

“Yep, I’m a great milk producer. Why don’t you go and check on Zander?” She hated that he watched her nurse. It just reinforced the idea that she was just a mom.