All characters and events are fictional, and all participants are over 18.
This is an ongoing story that jumps from the present to the past and back and I'll post more chapters if they're received well :)
Ash stumbled up the short path to the cottage in the dark, swearing and sweating under two laptop bags and a suitcase.
'...fucking traffic, never been harder in my life...' he muttered to himself, knocking on the rough wooden door. The curtain in the window next to the door twitched aside and he had a glimpse of glowing flesh. Instantly he breathed a sigh of relief, and when the door opened and he was ushered inside he dumped everything he was holding onto the floor and took between his hands the soft round face looking up at him, kissing it deeply. He drew back, breathing heavily.
'You have no idea how many mountains I had to move to get here tonight. And the traffic! Fuck me, it was bad...'
The woman standing before him, wearing a silky dressing gown that fell open at the front, stepped back, taking hold of his hands and looking him over.
'You've lost weight.'
'Thanks.'
'Not in a good way. Luke will be disappointed.'
'Hey, as long as you both still want to fuck me, I seriously don't care.'
'How about it Luke? Still want some Ash all over you?'
Ash looked over his shoulder to where the woman was looking and felt his erection reach full capacity. Emerging from the en-suite was a tall, broad-shouldered man with sandy hair. A towel was wrapped loosely around his hips, the line of hair that trailed from his belly button disappearing tantalisingly under the white fabric.
'Do not tell me you two started without me.'
Luke shrugged, his smile playful. 'Would we do that to you?'
Ash looked back to the woman, who removed his black-rimmed glasses, placing them on the desk opposite the end of the bed. She put both hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. 'You'll have to taste me and find out.'
'Oh, Nina...' he breathed, passing his arms under the dressing gown and around her thighs, burying his face in her sex, breathing in her scent. 'I've missed the taste of you.'
He lapped at her cleft, her damp curls. She dropped her head back, her eyes closed, running one hand through his hair. Luke leaned against the door frame of the en-suite, watching them closely.
'Well? Has Luke been in yet?' Nina asked breathlessly, pulling Ash's head back by his hair.
He smacked his lips, licking them thoroughly.
'No, all you.'
She gazed down at him, her face soft.
'We wouldn't start without you, my love,' she whispered.
He stood suddenly, catching her around the waist and falling backwards onto the bed, her body on top of his. She shrieked with surprise and laughter and he put his hand over her mouth, rolling them over so she was underneath him.
'Shhh! God, remember what happened last time? We'll get kicked out again.'
'Not this time, mate,' Luke said, sauntering over and sitting on the side of the bed.
'Our beautiful lady has booked us a writer's retreat cottage, not a regular AirBnb. More private. Less distractions.' He stroked Nina's hair where she lay on the bed and she gazed up at him, breathing heavily.
'Ah, that's why it was so bloody hard to find,' Ash replied, and Nina flicked his nipple through his shirt.
'Well if you left on time you wouldn't be looking for it in the dark!' she teased, 'And it was Luke's idea anyway.'
'Work friend did a reno on the place last month. Complained about how long it took to drive out here.'
'Well aren't you both incredibly clever, as well as devastatingly fuckable,' Ash said, starting to unbutton his shirt. Luke put a hand out and stopped him, then rolled closer and started unbuttoning it himself. Luke was silent as he undid Ash's shirt, moving slowly and deliberately, his intense gaze drinking in every inch of his bare brown chest as it was exposed. Nina watched them both above her, enjoying the moment, the reunion, the anticipation.
Luke's towel was still covering his lower half, and she found the bottom edge of it, running her hand up his pale, golden-haired leg to his muscular hip. She pulled the towel off, reaching for his cock, but the angle she lay on blocked her access. Luke finally finished unbuttoning Ash's shirt, and he shifted to his knees to pull it all the way off, bringing his erection within Nina's reach. She grasped it with one hand and went to unbuckle Ash's pants with the other, but Luke had beaten her to it; he swiftly undid the buckle, top button and zipper, pulling them down with one hand and grasping Ash's member with the other. He lunged forward to Ash's lips, sealing his own around them, and the two men breathed into each other, both kneeling on the bed.
Ash had kept still through all this, enjoying the attentions being lavished on him after his stressful drive, but now his hand wandered up Nina's thigh to her mound, trailing a finger through the curls and brushing against her swollen lips. She wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of Ash fingering her -- his long, agile digits were experts at caressing every dripping fold and teasing her to distraction -- but the sight of her two lovers intertwining and kissing so passionately was everything she'd been wanting the past few months. A tiny, sober part of her brain remembered that they only had each other for this one week, once a year, and that soon it would be over. The beginning was always the best part because there was so much to look forward to, but then they would all say goodbye and she would be alone again. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away, and concentrated on massaging Luke's rock-hard cock from root to tip. Beads of pre-cum grew on the end of his member, and she rubbed her thumb over it, moistening the whole head and rolling it around slowly. Luke's hand was doing the same to Ash's cock, although his movements were a little rougher, pumping his fist along Ash's cock like he knew he liked it.