“Fuck ‘em, Cade. Fuck my titties,” I said as I reached up and squeezed them together, smashing his cock between them.

I watched eagerly as he began to work his hips back and forth. As he stared down between my tits, his hair fell into his face, and for once he wasn’t worried about his hair. The longer he watched, the harder he fucked. After a short time, his breathing became choppy as he continued to mercilessly pound against my tits. Seeing the level of focus on his face, his determination, and hearing him grunt was a huge turn on. It was pretty clear to me if something didn’t change, he was going to climax pretty soon.

And I wanted him to.

“Harder, Cade. Fuck my big titties,” I moaned.

As I continued to squeeze my tits together and watch his cock slide in and out, my pussy begged for attention. Now tingling and desperately needing something inside of it, I refused. I focused my gaze to between my tits and waited for each time I could see the tip of his swollen shaft peek from between my tits, only inches from my face. As his moaning became louder, I knew he was close.

“Oh…Oh…” he groaned.

I opened my eyes and stared between my tits. As his hips bucked back and forth,  I alternated glances between my tits and his face, hoping not only to see him ejaculate, but see the look on his face when he did.

“Ahhhh,” he groaned as I felt the warm cum between my tits.

I glanced up at his contorted face. As he bucked his hips one last time, the tip of his cock emerged, covered in cum. I stared between my boobs, watching his cock slide freely amidst the white lubricant he had so graciously covered me in.

As he rolled off to the side and collapsed into a pile on the bed, he fought for his next breath. As though he’d just completed a marathon, he stared at the ceiling and eventually found a rhythm and slowed his gasping to a slow, stable deep breathing.

“That was…” he sighed.

I sat up in bed, careful not to drip onto the comforter.

“Incredible,” he said as he tilted his head to the side.

His mouth hung open slightly as he lay there gazing in my direction. He looked content, tired, and as if he had a lot more he wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words to do so.

“Hold that thought just a second,” I said as I climbed over the edge of the bed.

I ran to the bathroom, got cleaned up, and quickly returned to the bed.

“Just needed to clean up,” I breathed as I rolled against his side.

I rested my head on his chest and pressed my body against his. My throbbing pussy was down to a dull thump which seemed to be in time with my heartbeat, and although I wanted some form of satisfaction, I knew I could wait. I had every notion of waiting however long it took to bring Cade back to a full erection, and then fucking him into a coma. As we lay side by side, I mentally compared Cade to Ethan.

Initially I felt guilty for making comparisons, but considering all things, I decided it would probably be unnatural if I didn’t compare the two men. After a moment of comparing them as men, and confirming they were as different as night and day, I realized it wasn’t any real benefit in making the comparison. No different than comparing a flashlight to a hedgehog, comparing Ethan to Cade didn’t produce any vital or even useful information. I loved them for whatever reason I loved them, and there was no changing it. As I rested my head in the crevice between Cade’s arm and chest, I truly came to believe I loved them as a result of some inner connection with my heart that I was far from being in tune with. For me to understand the intricacies of love would be to understand life itself, and I had no grasp of what life was all about – not in the big picture. I stared at the ceiling, enjoyed the sound of Cade’s breathing, and thanked God for providing me not the love of my life, but the loves of my life.

I had always hoped one day love would call my name; and when it did, I’d be able to answer. I had no idea the call would come from two different directions at the same time.

Everything happens for a reason, and as Ethan and Cade were certainly part of everything, I had to believe the reason behind it all was to make the three of our lives more complete and of greater value. I wouldn’t change one thing in my life if I could, and if for some reason I lost one of the two men I loved, I had no idea how I would continue with the other. The thought of it caused me to feel empty and made life seem meaningless.

As I came into a state of true serenity at the thoughts of where my life had brought me, I turned to face Cade. Fast asleep, he seemed at peace. I glanced toward his lap.

Noodle dick.

I rolled to the side and smiled at the thought of his innocence. I had no idea of the time that had passed since our sexual escapade, but I felt I should try to wake him.

I carefully lifted his wrinkled cock from his leg, and wrapped my lips around it. As if I were trying to suck a kumquat through a soda straw, I began to suck his cock, pulling it taught as my cheeks caved inward. After a half a dozen or so slobbery attempts at sucking it into preparedness, it began to grow in my mouth. Although he shifted on the bed a few times, surprisingly, he didn’t wake up. Now with my mouth completely full of his cock, my pussy was in a fiery frenzy. I pulled my mouth from the tip, glanced at him, and shifted my gaze at his cock. As much as I wanted to mount him and have him wake to my tight pussy milking his stiff rod, I knew better. I gripped it in my hand and began jacking it slowly and steadily.

I had always loved watching a guy jack off, and typically got equal pleasure jacking a guy off as well. Something about jacking a guy’s cock, and knowing in the end it was going to be over, left me with little desire to stroke a man to climax. Watching my delicate hand work up and down Cade’s stiff shaft was satisfying for other reasons, and my tiny fist made his cock seem twice as big as it was.

“Ohhh,” he groaned as he shifted his weight on the bed.

I continued to stroke it furiously.

“What…” he breathed as he attempted to sit up.

I stopped stroking it and leaned forward, taking the full length slowly into my mouth. As he was buried deep in my throat, I extended my tongue and attempted to lick his balls. Now holding my position, I began to lick more rapidly, slobbering all over his tight scrotum. The all-time high of the tingling in my pussy was a reminder of my need for some dick.

As he sat up in bed, I pulled my mouth from his cock and grinned. He sat and stared, his face covered with a huge grin.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Sorry, I was bored.”

“I’m going to turn around, and point my ass toward you. Shove that big fucker inside of me and grab my hips, like when that slut with the white heels was getting fucked in the video, remember?” I said as I shuffled myself around in a half circle.

“Uh huh,” he responded.

“Remember, don’t be nervous. Just do it like they did in the video. Just like that, okay?”

“Uh huh,” he breathed.

I peered over my shoulder. Cock in hand, Cade worked his way closer and closer to me. I glanced down at the comforter and closed my eyes, wanting to be surprised by the penetration. As I felt him slowly slide the tip past my soaking wet lips, I bit my lower lip. As he buried himself inside me, he gripped my hips in his hands and began steadily working himself in and out.

Be it the level of love I felt for Cade, or the fact I simply wanted him more than anything to love me at the same level I loved him - and had no way of knowing how he truly felt – something caused me to have an odd orgasm about four or five strokes into our sex. As Cade moaned, I opened my eyes and stared down into the comforter, surprised. Again, the feeling came sharply and without much warning.