Taming Tyler

Chapter Twenty-Two

Mitch

I have to remind myself several times as we undress that this is okay. That Ty wants this and I want it too. Because I do. I want him. As much as I crave Cal and thought that I would only ever crave him, Ty has now become as important to me as my husband. The lines have blurred, and it feels like my heart has expanded and made room for Ty inside, right next to Cal. It feels right and when Ty finally stands completely naked in front of me, the last remnants of hesitation and doubt fall away.

Right; the word echoes through my head as I take in his slim physique, olive skin shimmering in the late afternoon light, vibrating with arousal, and his pierced nipples stand out, beckoning at me. Right; my heart chimes in as my gaze dips to his stomach, his belly button winking at me, begging for me to dip my tongue into its hollow and just lick him everywhere and turn him inside out. Right; my chest squeezes tightly around my heart as I drink him in, his balls resting heavily between his thighs, his hardness slightly bent, pointing at me, the pink head glistening. Right; my entire body hums as I admire the works of art on his slender, toned legs. The intricate patterns in all the colors of the rainbow. The stories they tell, the tattoos adorning his thighs and calves. Of hardship and longing. Of loneliness and dreams. Of me. Because I’m there, too, intermingled in every brush of ink and every stab of the needle into his skin. I’m there. I think I was always there and I realize that running from Ty—running from how I feel about him—is fruitless. He’s part of who I am, just as I am clearly a part of him. We might be different people now, but the bond we share is the same: his heart is connected to mine by an invisible thread, stronger than an iron chain.

Reaching out, I take his hand in mine, tangling my fingers through his, and lead him to our bed. Trailing behind me, his body emanates unfiltered arousal. It hangs heavily in the air, surrounding us, guiding us over this threshold that will forever change us. My husband is my rock on this journey, my one constant, who has accepted this part of us even before I did. It’s so very Cal. He knows when to fight and when to give in, and I think he realized from the very beginning that there was no reason to fight this. It could only ever come to the same conclusion: Ty is ours and he belongs with us.

Cal’s waiting for us on the bed, smiling at me, his gaze heated. His nakedness has always been impressive, layers of muscle beneath his tanned skin, but now, as his careful gaze flickers between Ty and me, he’s more stunning than ever. Reaching out his hand toward Ty, he pulls him down on the bed next to him, their lips instantly meeting in a tender kiss. Ty is so small against my husband’s large frame and yet he’s so powerful, the entire bedroom filled with his presence. He’s everywhere; inside me, wrapped around me, his certainty guiding me.

Breaking free from Cal’s lips, Ty squeezes my hand reassuringly, his cinnamon eyes locking onto mine.

“Get me ready for you, Daddy,” he begs before he leans in and rests his forehead against mine. “I need to feel you inside me,” he murmurs against my lips. “Please, Daddy.” His plea licks at my skin like a thousand flames, my cock swelling, need pooling in my gut, in my balls, fucking everywhere. I claim his lips and suck them right into my mouth, a surprised whimper getting caught in Ty’s throat until it breaks free and escapes his lips. My tongue curls around his in a needy dance while my fingers trail down his shoulders, his spine, and his lower back, until they reach the generous swell of his ass. They fit so perfectly into my palms, two thick globes, the skin so soft beneath my hands. Digging my fingertips into his flesh, I pull him closer against me, our cocks brushing against each other, my mind short-circuiting with lust.

“Daddy,” Ty whines into my mouth, and from the corner of my eye, I watch Cal uncapping one of my many bottles of lube.

“Give me your hand, babe,” Cal hums, and I reluctantly let go of Ty’s ass with my right hand, holding it palm up in front of Cal. As he starts pouring the cool liquid into my palm, Ty moves between us, getting down on his knees, his chest and stomach flush against the sheets. His ass juts out as he sways his hips from side to side, burying his face in my pillow, groaning impatiently. Smearing the lube across my fingers, I suck in a breath, my gaze trailing along Ty’s ass cheeks, landing on that crease between them that hides what he’s about to give me. What he’s dying to give me from the looks of it.

“ Dadddyyy ,” he whines into the pillow, pushing his ass against my thighs, precum spilling from his cock, painting our sheets. “Get your fucking fingers inside me, Mitchy!” he shouts, his voice dipping over into a loud, guttural gurgle as I squeeze his ass harder. In a daze, I watch my hands push them apart, revealing that tiny pink pucker that’s been hidden away this entire time. Ty is hairless, such a contrast to Cal when I fuck him, reminding me they are not the same. That I’m about to fuck someone other than my husband.

“Get him ready, babe,” Cal hums, once again reading my mind. “You both want this. Need this.” Then he grabs my right hand and moves my thumb toward Ty’s hole, placing it right above that vibrating bud.

“Fuck yes!” Ty screams, pushing his ass against my thumb, his hole swallowing it in one go.

“Holy shit,” Cal blurts, awe written across his face. “Look at our boy, babe. So fucking hungry for your cock.” He smacks his left palm against Ty’s right ass cheek, the skin jiggling as a pink bloom spreads across it.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit,” Ty chants as his tightness wraps around my thumb, and he fucks himself on it in quick, shallow thrusts with his hips, his back arching as he takes me deeper. Every pore of his skin becomes alive, the dips and curves of his glorious body changing, moving, as light becomes shadows, and shadows become light again. “More,” he moans, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over with desire. “I need fucking more, Daddy.”

“Give him more, babe,” Cal hums against my ear before he bends down and digs his teeth into the plush pink flesh of Ty’s ass, pulling a desperate scream from his lips. And I give him more. I give our boy everything he craves. Pushing another finger into his hole, I move them in and out in languid strokes, curling them inside him until I find that soft spot deep inside. I feel Cal’s tongue next to my fingers as he laps at Ty’s rim hungrily, sucking the frail, stretched skin into his mouth, humming around it. Fuck. Brushing against Ty’s sweet spot, I tap at it, and it’s like pushing a magic button, causing Ty to spill all his dirty little secrets.

“Yes, Daddy, that’s fucking it! It feels so good. Please, please, please, give me your cock, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck my little boy hole. Please, Mitchy. Please. Fuck it real good.” Twisting his head from side to side, dark curls damp and ruffled as they spill into his face, Ty looks possessed. Like he’s reached that place where he’s lost all control over his body and it doesn’t belong to him anymore. It belongs to me. And as if he has read my mind, Ty begs, “Please, Daddy. It’s yours. Take it. It was only ever yours. Yours and Cal’s. Take it. Take me.”

And how can I not? How can I deny him this when he begs for it? When he needs it. When he needs me . Pulling my fingers from his hole, I watch Cal replace them with his tongue, keeping Ty’s hole ready and pliant for me. Ty pushes his ass into Cal’s face and I swear to everything holy—or un-fucking-holy—that this image will stay with me forever.

My husband’s tongue and face— everything —buried between Ty’s pink ass cheeks.

Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I unwrap it, my fingers shaking, my body pulsing with arousal. Sheathing my cock, I lather it in more lube, giving myself a few much-needed strokes. Cal emerges from Ty’s ass, his eyes swimming, his beard glistening with the proof of Ty’s arousal mixed in with saliva and lube. Fuck, I love my husband. I love him so much. And I tell him just that in between Ty’s restless, impatient whimpers.

“I love you, Cal. I love you so fucking much.” Then my voice breaks. “Thank you,” I croak. “Thank you for this moment. Thank you for him.” My chest heaves, gratitude filling my body. Cal leans in and kisses me tenderly, Ty’s scent, taste, juices everywhere.

“Anything for you, my love,” Cal whispers the words into my mouth and I swallow them down. “Now, fuck him,” he demands, heat sparking through his eyes. “Fuck him like you mean it, babe,” the asshole winks. And I do. Moving up behind Ty’s ass, I align my cockhead against his pucker. Sucking in a breath, I slowly enter him, inch by inch, his soft heat giving way to my hardness as he stretches to accommodate me. His walls ripple around me as I take him, invade him, making him mine.

“Daddy, Daddy, Dadddyyy!” Ty whines, squirming around me. It’s a lot. I know it is. But I’m not giving him any more than he can take. And I tell him that.

“You can take it, baby. You can take all of me. Such a good boy. Such a good boy taking Daddy’s cock.” I lean in over his back, my chest meeting his skin, as I wrap myself around him, thrusting in and out of him languidly, sweat beading across my forehead, dripping down on his shoulders. Biting down on his neck, the saltiness of his clammy skin exploding on my tongue, I grit, “That’s it, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so good.”

With a snap of my hips, I fill him, taking what’s mine as I slide all the way home. Behind me, I sense Cal’s constant presence, his fingers kneading my skin, endearments filling my ears. I feel so close to him, in this very moment, as I take Ty—our boy—and make him mine. I think I feel closer to Cal than I ever have before; our shared vulnerability and his generosity at this moment pull us closer, making us stronger. I nearly lose it then and there, Ty squirming beneath me, his walls clenching and unclenching around me.

“Now you’ve got all of me, Ty,” I grit into his neck. “Just like you wanted. This is all of me,” I swallow.

“I want it, Daddy,” he whimpers. “I’ve wanted it for so long,” he cries. “Wanted you, Mitch. So much.” Fuck me. Then he opens his eyes, the fire blazing, as he looks right at me. “You’re mine now, Daddy. Just as much as I am yours.”

“I am.” I lick his neck. “I’m yours, Ty. Yours and Cal’s.” The realization hits me at the same time as my orgasm washes over me, white, hot, and blinding. It hits me with unparalleled force as I spill inside Ty, yelling my release into his skin. As I feel him fall to pieces beneath me, coming in waves upon waves of lust. As I feel Cal’s arms wrap around me from behind, keeping me grounded, tethered to the both of them. It all becomes so simple, so clear: Love is endless. It’s boundless. It knows no limits, love. It’s a living, breathing thing, and if you let it, if you allow it to grow freely, then it will blossom, thrive, and set you free. My love for Cal was the first step on the way to setting myself free. Ty’s the final.

They’ve set me free.