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You had talked about this so many times, but Frankie’s nerves were still getting the best of him as he picked up the phone to call his best friend. He’d never asked Pope for anything like this, even though there were a few ideas tossed around in college. Looking around the apartment he shares with you, he takes a deep breath and dials the phone.
Pope picks up after a few rings, “Hermano! It’s been forever, why don’t you call more often? How’s y/n?”
Chuckling, Frankie tries to squash his nerves and work up the courage to ask the burning question. “That’s, uh, actually what I’m calling about, Pope.”
“Hey, is everything alright?” Pope’s voice sounds worried on the other end of the call.
Frankie fidgets with his hat, drawing a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. I actually wanted to ask you if you’d do something for us. She’s back from a work trip at the end of the week and we’d like to see you.”
“I’d love to see you both, we could grab dinner or something…”
“Well,” Frankie chuckles, “yeah we could do that. But, uh, it’s after that that I need to ask you about.”
Pope sighs, exasperated, “Catfish, spit it out.”
“Y/n has been talking about this for awhile, it kind of started as a joke. But, um.. she wants to be with us. Uh, us together. The three of us. She didn’t know how to ask and she doesn’t know I’m talking to you, but I just thought…” Frankie pauses to play with his hat again. “I guess I just thought you might be up for it.” He scratches at his facial hair as he waits for Pope to say something. When he finally agrees, Frankie lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“If we do this, you can’t be fucking awkward, man.” Pope laughs through the phone, knowing he’s making his best friend blush.
Now it was just a waiting game.
A few days later, your plane lands and you find Frankie waiting by the baggage claim. Rushing to him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him, his strong arms coming up to wrap around your lower back. He kisses you back, his tongue parting your lips to entwine with your own. Someone near you clears their throat, and you both pull away with flushed skin and heavy breathing. Frankie’s chuckle makes your core tingle and you watch him find your bag, the muscles in his arms straining as he picks it up. Over the years, ever since he left the Army, he’d gained weight and was always subconscious about it, but looking at him now, you’re reminded just how handsome he really is.
“You’re staring,” he says as he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips before pulling you towards the parking garage.
“I can’t help it,” you grin up at him, his cheeks blushing at the praise.
He opens the truck door for you, his brown eyes darkening as you climb into the seat. Frankie bites back a smirk as he thinks about the way he fucked you on the bench seat before you left for your trip, the way you fell apart in his arms as the two of you rode out your orgasms just moments before you left to board your plane. The way you’re looking down at him from the seat tells him you’re thinking about it too, and he can’t help the way his cock hardens in his jeans as he thinks about tonight.
The drive home passes in comfortable silence as the radio plays softly. As you unlock the door, he rests his hand on your lower back, but as soon it shuts behind you, he playfully swats at your ass. You squeal and swat his hand away before heading towards the bedroom, dropping articles of clothing down the hall. He trails after you, picking them up one by one and he watches as you bend to turn the shower on before hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. Frankie catches them when you throw them at him as you step into the warm stream of water and shoves them into his jean pocket before stripping his clothes off. He haphazardly throws his hat on the counter and steps into the water, snaking his hands around your waist and bending to gently bite at your neck.
“I missed you, hermosa.”
“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me, Frankie.” Wiggling back into him, you feel his cock twitch against the small of your back.
You frown when he spins you around to face him, but then he’s down on his knees in front of you and hooking on of your legs over his shoulder. His dark brown eyes look up at you and you gasp when his tongue flicks against your clit. Doing your best to shield him from the water, as well as keep your balance, you throw your head back as he flattens his tongue against you. Frankie licks you from bottom to top, parting the lips of your pussy with two fingers before sucking on your clit. He hums against you, teasing your opening with his thick middle finger, “I have a surprise for you tonight, but first I want to watch you cum.”
You groan at the way his voice trembles against the folds of your pussy. As soon as he sinks his finger into you, your walls flutter and you hear him huff out a breath against you. After a few strokes, he adds a second digit, curling them both to hit your g-spot. The flash of arousal it sends through your abdomen makes you moan. Tangling your fingers into Frankies hair, you pull gently, guiding his mouth to your clit and his chuckle reverberates through your core. His fingers curl into that spot while he sucks on your clit, and within a few moments you’re falling apart on his hand. He reaches up to steady you as you slam your palms onto the shower door and wall, trying to hold yourself up as your legs buckle. Frankie doesn’t stop licking you, his fingers fucking you with a steady pace, as he watches you unravel, your lips pursed into an “O.” When you finally stop shaking so hard, he withdraws his hand and nips at your thigh before setting your leg down and kissing his way up your torso. You kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, gently.
“That was… amazing…” you say shakily, running your hands through his curls.
“That wasn’t even the surprise, mi amor,” he gently turns you around, his chest and tummy pressing into your back as he leans forward to grab the shampoo bottle. “Let’s get cleaned up, we’re meeting Pope for dinner soon.”
Frankie’s cock twitches when he feels your breath hitch, but he ignores it to start lathering your hair. Only a few more hours before you’d be writhing beneath him and his best friend.
You can’t help but feel pride when you step out of the bedroom and see Frankie’s jaw drop. The two of you don’t dress up very often, but he deemed tonight an important enough time to make a reservation at an upscale restaurant for the three of you. Normally, the two of you wouldn’t spend the money on something that extravagant. The black silk dress hugs your curves in all the right places and your ass look phenomenal, partly due to the stilettos you’re wearing. “Wow,” he breathes out, running a hand through his curls. His nervous habit always makes you smile.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Morales,” you run your hands up the down the front of his suit, stopping just above his waist band. His hands come up to grip your wrists before he ducks his head to kiss you, careful not to smudge your lipstick. His phone buzzes, and he breaks away to look down at it.
“We should get going, hermosa.” You let him lead you to the truck without protest, anxious for whatever he had planned.
Dinner with Pope passes smoothly, the boys praising you in between talk of work and stories when they served. Frankie doesn’t miss the subtle way you press your thighs together under the table as he and Pope share stories. He knows their service was always something that turned you on, but you simultaneously were always the one to be there when any of them broke down. Your empathetic nature is something he loves about you and is one of the reasons he would do anything to make you happy. Including asking his best friend to join the two of you. He watches as you talk to Pope about something, both of you laughing at whatever it was, before clearing his throat. Pope looks over at him, taking a sip of his drink.
“Frankie, are you okay?” You reach out to take his hand, squeezing it gently.
“More than okay, I-I just wanted to ask if we could move this… somewhere more private,” he looks at you with wide eyes and Pope does his best not to choke on his drink. Frankie shoots his friend a look of annoyance before looking back at you, waiting for what he’s saying to dawn on you.
Your eyes darken when it does, and you clamp your thighs together again, “Oh.” You look between the men, a smile tugging at your lips. “Oh.” They both chuckle before gesturing for the bills and paying.
Frankie takes your hand, pulling you out of your seat and leading you to the door. Pope follows you both close behind before climbing into his own car as you climb into the truck. As Frankie drives, you reach over to slide your hand up his thigh. He looks at you, a small groan escaping his lips, “Wait, mi amor.”
“Frankie, is this really happening?” You whimper when he nods, taking your hand and bringing it to your lips.
By the time he parks the truck, the heat is so intense between your legs that you think you’ll combust the moment one of them touches you. Frankie jogs to unlock the front door as Pope opens the truck door, offering you a hand. You scoot to the edge of the seat and he reaches up to grip your waist, gently lifting you and setting you down in front of him. Your breath hitches as your breasts press against his chest, and he smirks when your nipples harden against the silk of your dress. Taking your hand, he leads you inside where Frankie is lighting candles in the bedroom.
You break away from Pope to press up against Frankie, who dips his head down into the crook of your neck so he can kiss up your shoulder and behind your ear. You feel him nod against you, his soft groan sending shocks down to your pussy. Pope comes up behind you, his hands resting on your hips, just below where Frankie is holding your waist. He kisses the other side of your neck, biting lightly at the flesh of your shoulder. You moan as the two men let their hands and mouths roam, but Frankie envelops your lips with his, his tongue prodding for you to open your mouth to him. One of Pope’s hands come up to grasp your neck as his other one works on unzipping your dress. He pushes the small straps down your shoulders, letting the silk fall around your ankles as Frankie continues kissing you, your moans growing stronger.
“Hermosa,” Pope steps away from you, admiring your naked frame. Frankie breaks away, one hand still gripping your hair, and looks down at you, his eyes darkening in the dim light. Pope reaches out to cup your ass, “Baby girl, you weren’t wearing anything underneath that slutty dress. Did you know we’d be bringing you home together?”
The way Santiago talks to you makes your pussy flutter. You move to step out of your heels, but Frankie stops you.
“Leave them on.” He doesn’t dominate you very often, but when he does, it makes your knees weak. He moves you toward the bed, gently pushing you to sit down on the edge. “Tell us how you want it, mi amor.” Him and Pope stand above you, fully dressed and breathing heavy.
“Frankie… I need you. But I want you to watch, Santiago,” you gasp out, watching as they both start undressing. They drop their coats, and as Pope begins unbuttoning his shirt, Frankie kneels between your knees and pushes them apart, spreading you. He lowers his face between your thighs, holding your knees apart with his strong hands, his fingers digging into to the skin. You watch him as his tongue laps against your folds, slowly dragging through them and swirling at the wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet, hermosa,” he mumbles against you, his voice sending tingling sensations through your body. Against your will, you buck your hips into him, your head pressing back into the bed. “Santiago, hold her.” Pope climbs up onto the bed, naked except for his briefs, and kneels above your head. He gently takes your hands and pulls them to him, grasping your wrists with one hand while the other rubs at your breasts. Frankie dips a finger into your cunt, agonizingly slow as he sucks at your clit, and you whimper on the verge of your orgasm. He laps at your pussy greedily, adding another finger and pushing you open. Pope’s fingers roll your nipples between them, each one hardening as he expertly pinches them. He leans down to kiss you as you moan, cutting off the sounds as his tongue finds yours. You buck into Frankie, crying out against Pope’s mouth as you cum. He finger fucks you through it, still sucking on your clit before pulling out his digits and lapping up your cum. Pope asks him something, but your mind is reeling so you don’t hear his response.
As soon as your trembling stops, you open your eyes to look up at Pope who’s still leaning over you, “Take me.”
He smiles down at you before moving off the bed, only to grab your thighs and flip you over moments later. He stands behind you at the edge of the bed, pulling his briefs off, while Frankie moves to the side so you can watch him undress. As he’s unbuttoning his shirt, Pope nudges your hole with the tip of his cock and you moan. He’s not as thick as Frankie, but as he pushes his length into you slowly your body shivers. Pope starts to move in and out of you, groaning at how tight you are. “Fish, get the fuck over here,” your pussy flutters around him as he tells Frankie to join and it makes him growl. Pushing his briefs off slowly, Frankie reaches out to cup your cheek before climbing up onto to the bed to kneel in front of you. As Pope continues to fuck you from behind, Frankie positions his hard cock at your mouth, gently nudging the tip against your lips. As soon as you open your mouth he pushes inside, throwing his head back to moan as you swirl your tongue around him. The men fuck you from both sides, and while you moan from both of their cocks, Pope reaches forward to grasp Frankie’s hair. He pulls his best friend towards him, crushing his lips against Frankie’s. Even though you can’t see them as they make-out above you, their tongues swirling together, you feel them both harden more inside of you. Their moans mix with yours and you reach up to play with Frankie’s balls while supporting yourself with your other arms as best you can. One of Frankie’s hands tightens in your hair while the other tangles in Santiago’s, and Pope smacks your ass with his free hand. Hard. The three of you stay like this, your orgasms building.
You cum first, crying out around Frankie’s cock and squeezing Pope’s cock as your walls flutter around him. He follows suit, shooting his seed into your already dripping pussy. He moans against Frankie’s lips and Frankie taps your neck with one of his fingers from his hand that’s wrapped in your hair. His hips buck into your, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he comes in your mouth. Tears roll down your cheeks as you swallow his seed. The three of you ride your orgasms together before the men pull apart and both slide out of you. Pope reaches down to grasp your neck, pulling you up so your back is pressed into his chest. He turns your face so that he can kiss you, dipping his tongue into your mouth.
Frankie watches as his best friend holds you against him, “Fuck Pope.” Santiago opens his eyes to look towards Frankie as he tastes his best friend’s cum in your mouth, still holding you gently by the neck. Frankie reaches down to start stroking his hardening cock, and Pope releases your lips so that you can both watch him, your breathing picking up again. His heavy lidded eyes find yours and he huffs out, “It’s my turn, Hermosa.” You moan and pull yourself out of Pope’s grip so you can crawl towards him.
“I want you both to fuck me, Frankie.” His brown eyes widen at your words and you reach for his cock, licking the tip. Pushing him back onto the bed, you straddle his hips and tease your opening with his cock. He bucks into you, but you steady him by pushing your hands into his chest. You slowly slide down onto him, looking at Pope over your shoulder. He strokes himself as you ride Frankie, rolling your hips so he touches the spot that sends shivers down your spine. Frankie throws his head back into the pillows, his strong hands coming up to squeeze your hips. You’d have bruises tomorrow from how hard his fingers dig into your skin. His brown eyes find yours and they darken.
Suddenly he sits up, pulling you onto his lap and pushing his cock farther into you. “Santiago, come fuck her with me.” His words shock you and you squeeze around him, the overstimulation from the last two orgasms coming to a head. You fall over the cliff you had been teetering on while riding him and come around him. He groans but keeps up his steady pace as he pounds into you. As you tremble, you feel Pope tease your hole with his finger before sliding it into you. You and Frankie both groan at the added pressure as he slides it in and out once, twice, three times. Pope adds a second, then third finger and pushes your pussy wider, readying you for his cock.
As you come down from your third orgasm, you beg him, “Please… please I need you both.” He nudges the tip of his cock against your hole and Frankie pauses his movements inside you. Slowly, Pope moves inside you and you cry out at the way you stretch around both of them. Frankie cups your cheek, his thumb swiping at the tears falling down them. The way you tremble makes him moan as he kisses you, his best friend finally sheathing himself inside of you, right next to Frankie’s cock.
Pope bites your neck gently, grasping your neck with one hand while grabbing Frankie’s hair with the other. Frankie wraps his strong arms around the two of you as they start to move inside of you, taking turns sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. You watch as they kiss each other, biting at Frankie’s neck as his tongue dips into Pope’s mouth, the two of them groaning. With the pace they’ve set, you’re already trembling again and Pope tightens his grip on your neck. He squeezes experimentally, your vision darkening on the edges and your pussy fluttering around their cocks. “You like that, baby girl? Dirty girl taking both of our cocks in that pretty pussy.”
You and Frankie moan and he crashes his lips against yours as your fourth orgasm of the night slams into you. It feels like a red hot coil snaps in side of you and your scream out against Frankie’s lips, panting both men’s names. Pope’s grip tightens against your neck and your vision swims, but you can’t tell if it’s from your shallow breaths or the way your body is shaking or both. You vaguely hear the men grunt as they come inside you, their cocks becoming slick with each other and you. Wetness drips down your legs as you shake, your nails raking down Frankie’s back.
You stay entangled with them for a few moments as the three of you ride out your orgasms. Finally, Frankie pulls out of you slowly before sliding off the bed and entering the bathroom. Pope holds you against his chest, one arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist as he whispers into your ear, “You did so well, hermosa. You’re beautiful when you cum for us.”
You shudder against him, your eyes becoming heavy with exhaustion. He slides out of you as Frankie comes back with a warm washcloth to clean you up. You lean into Pope’s chest as Frankie takes care of you, the men whispering praises to you. When he’s done, Pope picks you up as Frankie pulls back the covers and climbs into them. His best friend lays you down next to him before searching for his briefs.
Frankie wraps an arm around you and you cuddle into his side. “Don’t leave,” Frankie’s voice is soft as he watches his friend and Pope turns to the both of you with wide eyes, a smile playing at his lips.
He tries to hide the excitement in his voice, “Really?”
You smile up at him, lazily stroking Frankie’s stomach with your finger tips, “Stay with us.”
Pope drops his briefs back on the floor and slides into the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He smiles up at Frankie before the man leans down to kiss his best friend, and then you, his tongue lazily dipping into your mouth. You turn to kiss Pope when Frankie pulls away before he moves closer to you, his chest pushed against your back as you cuddle into Frankie’s side. The three of you fall asleep like that, limbs and hearts entangled with each other’s.