Ned spotted her and walked over. She had a sense that he had been itchy to get her alone, and with Trevor and Lance busy, he was taking his chance. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he checked to make sure the two men were still busy. He leaned closer. “Trevor tells me that Lance asked you to marry them.”
Airy smiled. “Yes, he did. I’m considering it.”
“Well, don’t. Forget it. Put them off, do whatever you want, but do not trap my brother into marrying you. Our parents want grandchildren. They are hoping that Trevor will give them some one day. That won’t happen if he’s with you. Maybe you should go find someone your own age.”
Airy was stunned. Ned had always acted as if he liked her. “Maybe you should discuss this with your brother, not me. We have already discussed having children, and neither Lance nor Trevor want any. I’m also not trapping him into anything. I’m the one who is hesitating. They are all for it.”
She really wanted to say more, but she was becoming too angry. If she didn’t shut her mouth, she was going to start swearing at him. How dare he say something like that to her?
Grabbing her cup, she got up and stormed back into the house. Slamming the back door, she stood in furious indecision. The main thing nagging at her brain was that he was right. Lance and Trevor loved children, and she wouldn’t be able to give them any. Not only was she medically unable, she was too old to want more. Even Mya and Rachael wore her out, on occasion.
Walking into the living room, she slid into the chair and put her face in her hands. Angry, frustrated tears began to leak from her eyes, and she let them come. What the hell was she thinking? Trevor had just turned thirty-six. He should be with a woman his own age, starting a family. Their business was going well, and they would be perfect for the right woman. If anything, they would be better off with her daughter than her. At least Allisa wanted more children.
Someone pushed her slightly forward and then slid down behind her in the chair. His arms snaked around her body, holding her tightly.
“Ned is an asshole,” said Lance. “Trevor just confronted him about what he had said to make you so angry, and Ned told us. Trevor is out trying to talk to him.”
“No, he’s right.”
“Oh, Airy. Ned wants Trevor to be married with a little house, and a dog, and picket fence. It’s what he has, and the man is very set in his ways. Ned is very opinionated, and he doesn’t want Trevor with me, either. He has never really come to terms with the fact that Trevor and I are anything more than roommates and business partners. He keeps encouraging Trevor to move out and get a place of his own. Trevor has tried to tell him the truth, but Ned just doesn’t want to accept it. I love children, as long as they belong to someone else. I don’t want one. I would fuck it up, just like my adoptive parents did with me.”
“You don’t know that. You would make a wonderful father. You are great with the girls.”
“Yeah, for a couple of hours, three nights a week. If they were here all the time, it wouldn’t be fun anymore. I don’t want the responsibility. I don’t want to put in the time to raise a child. We like to go places and do things that you can’t do when you have a baby. It’s too much. I don’t want it, and neither does Trevor.”
“He said that I should go find someone my own age.”
Lance sighed heavily. “Fuck! Please don’t start that shit again. I don’t have the energy to fight with you about this. I don’t want some young little twit who needs to be taught how to be a good wife. You already know that shit, and it’s perfect for us.”
The comment sounded slightly degrading. “I know what shit? How to be a wife? That isn’t all that hard to figure out.”
She hadn’t been aware that she was grinning. “I was just thinking that you are no longer my white knight.”
He appeared truly hurt by the comment. “Why not?”
“Earlier you were the white knight. Now you are the one in black leather, and your sword is a signal whip.”
Lance chuckled, the indignation leaving his gaze. “Oh. I guess I can understand that. The walls are decorated with erotic tapestry rather than roses and balloons.”
She had noticed that.
“Are you going to fucking kiss her or what, Lance?” yelled a man that had been introduced as Greg. His girlfriend’s name was Wanda and they were part of Lance’s college crew.
“I think that you should kiss me, my sweet,” said Lance.
Airy stepped up to him, nipping at his lips and then gently touching them with her own. Using her tongue, she pushed them open and embraced him completely with her mouth. Her hands slid up his cheeks, into his hair, and then around his shoulders as Lance drew her toward his body. With his palms on her ass, he kissed her in a way that aroused her completely, their tongues dancing in a slow waltz of glorious sensation.
With a dark, throaty moan, he slowly broke the embrace. “I want to fuck you, right now. Right here. I wish it wasn’t one of your hard limits.”
Airy saw the deep desire in his eyes and was overcome with it. Her mouth went dry as she considered his words. She nodded slowly, her head feeling as if it suddenly had a mind of its own. Did she really want him to fuck her on the stage in front of a room full of people that she had just met? Somehow, it didn’t seem as intimidating as she imagined. They had given her so much in the past year. Was it really unreasonable for him to ask for this one thing in return? Airy locked her eyes on Lance’s. “Whatever you desire of me.”
Lance smiled and turned to Trevor. Trevor moved around behind her and lifted her dress to the top of her legs. The fairies in her stomach were racing in panicked circles as if looking for a place to hide. Lance put her hand on his zipper, and Airy undid his pants. She drew his cock into her palm and gave it a few soft strokes, stunned when it became rock-hard. His back was to the audience as he leaned and grabbed the underside of her thighs, lifting her up onto his hips. Airy encased him with her calves, shivering as Trevor palmed her ass. His fingers softly massaged the skin and then he ran his finger up the crease of her pussy. He was drawing the wetness up and over her anus. Lance wasn’t just going to fuck her, they both were.
She blocked the fear from her mind. What mattered was that she was making them both happy. They wanted this and in a way, she wanted it also. Every other time that Lance had softened her limits, she had enjoyed it immensely.
Wrapping her hands around Lance’s neck, Airy closed her eyes. The heated feel of Lance’s cock as it sank into her cunt was overwhelming. He was slowly lifting her and then lowering her to match the thrust of his hips. Trevor was caressing her ass with one hand as he softened the resistance of her anus with his finger. They were taking over her mind, making her mewl with growing pleasure.
“Open your eyes, Airy. Don’t look at the others, just look at me.”
She did as Lance asked, concentrating on his handsome face with the slightly angular curves. He was her Adonis, with his thin nose and alluring lips. His eyes were so intense, his slightly thin, but very muscular body deceivingly strong. Airy kept her thoughts on only him, on the feel of his dick thrusting within her throbbing pussy.
Trevor bore slowly into her, and Airy leaned her head back onto his chest. She was consumed by them and the feelings they created within her. They were everything, their heat overwhelming her as her mind drifted in pure pleasure.
Lance kissed her throat, his hands relaying the power of his arms as he controlled her. Trevor kept one hand on her ass cheek and was trailing a single finger up and down the sides of her neck.
The lace of her dress was rubbing against her breasts. It made her aware that the only thing that was really exposed was her stocking-clad legs as they curved around Lance’s back. What the others were seeing was nothing more than suggestive imagery of the events that were actually taking place.
Lance flexed his hips in turn with Trevor’s. Their cocks were sliding in and out, together, filling her and then releasing her hot cunt as it flickered with wondrous anticipation. She wanted them to take her faster and harder. Airy wanted them to make her scream. They could so easily send her body and mind into the miraculous sexual oblivion that only they could create.
Airy had given herself to them before the witnesses present. Now she was taking it one step further. She was allowing them to take her completely into their world. She was a moth and they were the flames, drawing her closer and closer until she felt as if they were burning her alive.