Page 27 of Pucking Tangled

TWENTY-SEVEN

Casey

Casey spent half the evening hiding and trying to calm the raging storm inside of him.

But when he walked in the kitchen, hell-bent on finding a bottle of something strong enough to numb the pain, he saw her.

In the soft glow of the stove light, Mia stood with a mug of what smelled like peppermint tea in her hands.

He stopped in the doorway and nearly turned right back around before she noticed him.

Because looking at her—barefoot, flushed, hair a little messy, and still wearing someone else’s sweatshirt—it felt like seeing a dream you could never quite reach.

She wasn’t just Mia anymore.

She was the girl everyone wanted.

The one they were all willing to bleed for.

She must have sensed him because she looked up and gave him a tiny smile.

“I know I said I didn’t want to be last, but I want you to know Mia,it’s not about winning. It’s about you. ” He moved toward her and brushed her wild hair away from her face.

“It’s about wanting you so bad it hurts. About watching everyone else touch what I’ve loved for years and acting like I’m fine. Acting like I’m not crazy about you.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but he put a finger to her lips and shook his head.

“I don’t want to pretend I don’t have feelings for you anymore.”

“You don’t have to,” she whispered, setting down her tea.

Casey’s lips were on hers in a heartbeat.

She tasted like heaven and hell. Comfort and uncertainty.

For a moment she was his .

Maybe not just his.

But still the same girl he’d always known. The girl he always loved, deeper than he thought he could ever let himself love someone…until Owen came along.

He poured every ounce of his unspoken feelings into their kiss. Every frustrating twinge of jealousy. Every fantasy that Owen had dared him to dream.

He couldn’t lose her.

Wouldn’t.

Not now.

The air shifted around them. Then Casey felt a steady presence at his back.

Owen.

“You started without me,” his boyfriend growled in his ear.

Mia yelped, and Casey chuckled.

“Don’t mind me. Just watching,” Owen smirked.

Casey didn’t respond .

He didn’t need to.

He simply made room for Owen to join them, and watched as he reached out to Mia like she was a rare gem.

Casey let her go, hating how fucking hard it was, though.

Owen took her in his arms, kissing her slow and deep.

Casey watched, seeing how easily she melted into his boyfriend’s embrace. How her fingers dug into his shoulders and how she sighed into his mouth like he was undoing her.

It was different from the way she responded to him.

Not better.

Not worse.

Just different in a way that seemed so unique to Owen.

Seemed he had that effect on both of them.

He swallowed down the tiny drop of envy and reminded himself this was the choice they made together.

No competition.

No stealing.

Sharing.

Owen was giving Casey a world where he could have both of them. Where he could love at his fullest.

When Owen broke their kiss, he took both of their hands. “As much as I’d love to fuck both of you right here, we should take this upstairs.”

Together, they tiptoed up the stairs, fully aware of the impact what they were about to do had on the environment around them.

Owen practically shoved them into his and Casey’s room, the lock clicking behind them.

Casey wasted no time sliding his hands up Mia’s torso. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long,” he whispered in her ear.

“Tell me,” she said with a breathy sigh.

With Owen right beside him, helping to strip her down, Casey told her all of the things they wanted to do to her, with her.

It didn’t take long before she was naked beneath him in the middle of their bed.

Writhing and whispering his name like a promise.

“Christ. You two are so fucking hot together,” Owen groaned, laying down beside them while he stroked his dick. “Kiss her again, Casey. Show her how badly you’ve wanted her. How long you’ve been dreaming about it.”

He paused for a second and looked at his boyfriend. “I recall something about you fucking my ass while I fuck her.”

Owen shook his head.“This is your moment.”

Casey grabbed two condoms from the drawer of the bedside table and a bottle of lube. “If this is my moment, I’m asking you to give me what I want, Owen. Fuck me while I fuck her pussy.”

Owen scrambled to his knees and got behind Casey.

His heart beat wildly in his chest. Owen’s words about Mia completing them came floating back into his mind. His boyfriend was right. This entire experience felt like a brand new beginning. The start of something wild. Precious. And freeing.

It felt real. Genuine and all consuming.

Owen worked Casey’s puckered hole, making him moan in pleasure.

Mia pouted playfully. “This feels really unfair. I wish I could see what he’s doing to you.”

“I’ll hang a damn mirror for next time.” Casey hovered over her; nipping, sucking and teasing her nipples while he fingered her pussy, making sure she was ready to take him while Owen continued doing the same to him.

“Right now, I’m going to commit this entire night to my memory,” he said, pulling out his fingers and pressing the head of his dick at her entrance.

“Like how fucking you look with my cock about to slip inside you.

“Yes. Please,” she purred using her heels to pull him in closer to her. “Give me your cock, Casey.”

“F…f…f…fuck,” he stuttered as Owen hit his prostate with his fingers just as he thrusted into Mia.

Mia laughed. “You were saying?”

“Feels so good,” he finally moaned, moving his hips slowly at first. “I swear to God, Owen, if you don’t shove your cock in my ass, right now…” He reached back, trying to grab on to his boyfriend.

“Is this what you want?” Owen pressed against him. Casey relaxed, letting him in.

“God. Yes,” he hissed and leaned down further, pressing his chest against Mia’s and pausing his movements until Owen was fully seated inside him.

Owen pulled back then slammed back inside him, forcing him to thrust into Mia.

“Oh, shit.” She grabbed on to Casey’s forearms.

“Again,” Casey commanded.

Owen repeated the move. Once. Twice. Then they found a rhythm that worked for all of them. The push, the pull. In and out. Over and over.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, Mia,” Owen grunted behind Casey. “I’m looking forward to filling your pussy while Casey stuffs his prick in my ass.”

Casey’s cock twitched inside of Mia at the filthy picture his boyfriend’s words painted.

“What. If. I. Want. Both. Of. You. Inside. Me.?” Mia panted. “At the … same … time.”

“Is that what you want, Mia? You want to feel us stretching your cunt? Filling you up?”

Fuck. If both Mia and Owen were going to talk like that, Casey didn’t stand a chance at making the moment between the three of them last. He could already feel his orgasm building.

“Casey!” she cried out on his next thrust. “O…Owen. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” She pleaded for Casey to fuck her harder. “That. Right..there. Oh. Oh. Shit. I’m…ohhhh. Coming.”

He laced one hand with Mia’s and reached behind him to find Owen’s before burying his face in the crook of her neck as his orgasm rushed to the surface. His emotions got the best of him and he let out a sob.

Casey’s body tensed and he spilled into the condom with an orgasm so intense that for a moment it felt like the entire world went dark before exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors.

Owen wrapped his arms around him from behind, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. He held Casey tight until he couldn’t anymore. He quickly pulled out, pushed Casey face down on top of Mia and blew his load all over his back with a loud roar.

When Owen let him back up, he looked at Mia.

Dazed.

Beautiful.

Loved.

“I’ve spent half my life loving you in silence. Now that I’ve have you, I don’t know that I can ever let you go,” he told her with tears in his eyes.

She nodded in understanding. “Don’t ever let me go, Casey.”

As they stretched out across the bed, catching their breath a few minutes later, Mia mumbled, “You two are…intense, you know.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Casey turned his head to the side so he could see her face .

“It’s…incredible. Raw. Passionate. Hot.” She giggled as she finished speaking.

“You hear that, O. She thinks we’re hot.”

Owen chuckled and crawled out of bed. He held out his hands to both of them. “Come on, you two. Let me draw us a bath.”

Mia raised a brow. “A bath? Like…together?”

“Yes,” Owen replied, an amused expression on his face.

“I don’t know about you, but one of us has cum all over his back,” Casey teased. “Besides, this is Owen’s thing. He likes to take care of me after…”

“It’s called aftercare for a reason.” Owen smacked Casey’s ass playfully.

They walked into the bathroom together, and Owen filled their oversized tub with hot water and lavender bath salt.

“You two have been holding out on me. This tub is huge .”

“What can I say? We like bathing together.” Casey shrugged.

“You’re welcome to it anytime, Mia,” Owen said softly before taking her hand and helping her step in.

He did the same for Casey before climbing in with them.

No one spoke much as they bathed. This wasn’t about sex or passion. It was about gentle moments and tender touches.

When the water eventually began to cool, Owen helped them from the tub and handed them towels to dry off with.

Back in the bedroom, Owen offered Mia one of Casey’s shirts to wear while they pulled on their boxer briefs.

Casey’s heart did a stupid little flip-flop at the sight of her wearing his old college t-shirt. Like it made what finally happened more real. Made her…. his.

Together they crawled into the bed that still smelled like sex, with rumpled sheets and pillows in disarray and cuddled one another.

Owen

Owen thought he was sated. He thought he’d had enough to tide him over, at least for now. But the second they walked back into the bedroom and he saw the rumpled sheets and smelled sex in the air, he was instantly hard again.