The Secret Side of The BAU

Morning Sex

It's the morning of day 3 of my March ovulation cycle. The sunlight streaming in through the blinds as I slowly start to wake. I'm on my stomach, half laying on Derek's chest when I feel it. I'm in that state of being where I'm not sure what's a dream and what's real, but I vaguely feel something wet against my sex.

I bury my face against Derek's broad shirtless chest to muffle my moan as I wiggle against the sensation. I hear a soft chuckle in the distance as hot breath is blown against my skin. Then, my pussy is spread open and the wet muscle invades my core. It's Ryan's tongue. My mind finally catches up and supplies that little tidbit of information.

His tongue flicks against my most sensitive spot deep inside me and I flex my hips backward into the sensation with a ragged moan. He now realizes I'm fully awake and he drags me off of Derek and into my spot on the bed. He wraps his arms around my lower back as he climbs up on the bed on his knees; his lips and tongue still devouring me as he practically bends me in half, my face planted in the mattress, my back arched for him. I'm practically upside down on my damn head, but I don't care. It's so good.

I cross my legs behind his head and lock my knees, holding him hostage against my core. The sheet bitten between my bared teeth as I try to scream around it. My nails digging sharply into the sheets surrounding me as I can do nothing but take the pleasurable abuse to my body.

I chance a glance to my right, checking to see if I've woken Derek. I have. But he's not upset. My man, my Daddy, is now propped up on his side, with his head in his hand watching me. He's smiling. The sheet only covering his bottom half. But it's tented, so I know Daddy likes what he sees.

That point is further proven when Derek kicks the sheet entirely off his body and his hand wraps around his hard throbbing length. He slowly starts to stroke himself. Teasing me just as much as himself. He knows I can't have him while I'm ovulating and it pisses me off that he would dangle the possibility in front of me with no intention of any follow through.

But I don't have much time to think about it because suddenly, Ryan manhandles me again. Now he's on the bed on his knees. My legs wide spread on either side of his hips, my back to his chest, as he slams me down on his thick veiny cock. His hand trails up and down my neck a few times before he latches on strongly and uses the grip on my throat to bounce me on his cock.

My moans are breathy and stilted behind the force of his hand on my throat and my gaze is fuzzy as I look at Derek. Watching him stroke himself as he watches me have sex with another man. I try to reach down and play with myself, but my hand is smacked away. I should know better. I don't need to pleasure myself when I'm having sex with Ryan or Derek. They have instilled in me that they are more than enough. The pleasure they supply is the pleasure I deserve.

Ryan's grip on my throat is bruising and I know the evidence will be there for days. That makes me smile. I swear this man's stamina is insane. We've already been at this for about 30 minutes and he's still fucking me into oblivion. My thighs are trembling. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I'm desperate. I need to cum. But, even more than my desire for release, I need Ryan to cum. I need him to fill my womb with his load. I need his cum to bring me back down to earth.

I'm not even sure if I've been begging aloud or not, but suddenly, he puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes me forward. I land face first in the mattress as his cock stutters and he releases his first thick heavy load of the day right inside me. His release kicks off my own and my limbs tremble through it. Partly because I can't breathe; but mostly because that was a type of euphoria I haven't been allowed to have in so long.

I had completely forgotten about Derek in the heat of our combined orgasms. Until I hear his deep voice croak out "lift her up." I groan softly as I'm lifted up onto my knees, completely dead weight as Ryan keeps me upright. I'm not sure what's happening, but then I feel it. Derek's thick creamy load costing my face and tits. I smile lazily as he paints me in his cum.

All I want now is to lay down and enjoy aftercare with my boys. But, I'm suddenly lifted into someone's arms. A quick peek tells me it's Ryan. I'm not sure if Derek is with us or not but Ryan speaks softly.

"Come on little one. Let's get you cleaned up and then you can rest. Just a little longer."

I must've fallen asleep in the shower, because the next time I'm conscious, I'm snuggled tightly between my boys on my side. Ryan in front of me and Derek's body curled in snug behind me. Satisfied both of my boys are here, I let myself be pulled back down into a blissful sleep.