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“That’s it, baby. Make your pussy suck every drop out of him.”
I shuddered around Jameson, and my moan vibrated along Slade’s shaft.
The second Jameson sneaked a hand around to flick my clit, I shattered. Crying around Slade’s cock, I pushed at his massive thighs, but he only snapped his hips forward, lodging himself deep in my throat as he came at the same time. I swallowed his cum while squeezing and jerking around Jameson, who was so deep inside me I felt every twitch of him as he came.
Slade pulled back, spent cock slipping past my lips. Falling onto the couch beside Jameson, he pressed a tatted forearm against his eyes. Soft lips trailed up my sweaty spine. Our combined heavy breathing was the only sound filling the room.
With Jameson softening inside me, I leaned back until I rested against his chest.
“That was fucking amazing, Raindrop,” Jameson whispered in my ear. Gathering my hair, he moved it to the side so he could rest a chin on my shoulder. “And don’t think for one second that we’re even close to being done with you.”
“I’ll need a fucking minute after that,” Slade said beside us. “I’m an old fuck, remember?”
Jameson’s responding chuff had a smile spreading across my face. “Don’t worry, old man. I’ll take care of our girl while you recover.”
“What about me?” I laughed. “Do I get to recover?”
“Would you want to, Raindrop?” His breath whispered past my ear. “Or would you rather keep playing and see how many orgasms I can wring out of your perfect pussy before the old man can rebound and fill you full with his monster dick?”
Decisions, decisions.
Not really.
Who would say no to being worshiped by him?
By them?
“Play.” I sucked in a breath, feeling him twitch inside me. “Make today about us, all three of us, not him. He doesn’t get any headspace. Never again.”
“As you wish, Raindrop. It’s my pleasure to make you so blissed out that all you can think about is us. And I’ll do it every day you allow me.”
I never wanted this to end, but soon reality would come crashing back in and I would need to face the trauma I knew lurked in the dark recesses of my mind.
Tomorrow. Tonight was about us.
And only us.
* * *
“I know, Mom,”I huffed into the phone as I paced the length of the pool deck. The late-morning sun heated my skin just enough to chase away the chill in the air. “But I’m okay. I’m sorry you guys were so worried.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Mom said with a sigh. “I don’t like you being so far away. We didn’t even know you were in danger until it was all over. Now here we are three days later, and I’m still anxious every time I see your name pop up on my phone, worried something else terrible has happened to you.”
Dropping onto a lounge chair, I leaned all the way back and closed both lids. “So, I’m calling for a purpose this morning—”
“To schedule a FaceTime call so we can meet the two men you’re seeing?” There was no mistaking the smirk in her voice. “I knew you’d come around. Do you think you’ll stop at two or—”
“Mom,” I laughed. “Stop it right there. I’m not building an harem.”
“Works for some societies.”
“But not for me.”
It wasn’t too long ago that I didn’t remember what to do with a penis attached to a living body, and now I had two to wrangle. Definitely not interested in making things more complex than they already were.
Not that I minded. Having those two, knowing they were mine and I was theirs, was the best feeling ever. I was supported, loved, needed, and wanted. Everything I’d ever wanted and never knew I needed all meshed into two amazing—and well endowed—men. Our unique relationship was growing deeper, faster than expected, but that was okay. Even if we hadn’t talked through the details of how it would work once Jameson left.
And possibly me too.