Just his two digits make me feel so full as he eases them inside, but it helps that Fi takes that exact moment to deep throat my cock. Her mouth is so warm and her tongue runs enthusiastically up and down my length as she bobs her head.
The sounds coming from my mouth aren’t coherent in any way, and the white-hot ecstasy building in my spine sends spots dancing around the room.
“You’re taking us both so good, baby,” Michaels croons against my ear, pushing his fingers in farther. I arch my back, and Fi makes the hottest gagging noise I’ve ever heard when my dick hits the back of her throat. “I’m going to put my cock in you now. I want to come inside you, Sebastian. Do you want that?”
I nod quickly, my whole body tingling. “Please,” I practically sob. “I need you.”
Fi hums with approval around my length, and Michaels cups his hand below my lips. “Spit,” he commands, and I do.
Then I assume he lubes up his dick because within a minute, he’s pushing himself against my hole. The mushroomed head of his cock inches past the tight ring of muscle and slowly slides inside me. His thick length burns as he stretches me, but I welcome the feeling with a strangled cry.
Michaels stills. “You okay?” He runs one hand gently along my arm.
“Yes. Fuck,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
Michaels’s hand splays out flat on my stomach as he pushes deeper into me. “You’re not ready to be railed,” he whispers. “But this is still going to feel so good.”
He’s not wrong, but despite the initial sting, his cock inside me already feels incredible. When he pulls out and sinks back in, I almost come, the waiting orgasm dancing on the edge of a knife.
Michaels groans loudly. “You feel amazing. So tight. Like this ass was made for me.” His fingertips dig into my hips.
Fi picks up her pace, spit dripping all over my balls, and it’s so filthy that I start losing control.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
Michaels seems to be on the same page because as the climax hits me, he pushes in deep and holds still, squeezing his arms around my torso as he comes too. He cusses and groans my name, and I never thought hearing another man fall apart that way would be so erotic.
I tangle my hands in Fi’s silky hair, filling her mouth with my release, and she swallows, her throat bobbing. My eyes drop to her flushed face. She pulls her pink, swollen lips off my cock, cum dribbling obscenely down her chin.
“Holy shit,” Michaels breathes against my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder. Together, we watch intently as Fi swipes my semen with her finger and slides it into her mouth, sucking it clean.
I turn my head, my eyes drinking in Michaels’s warm hazelgaze, and without thinking, I gently press my lips against his. He kisses me back softly and then smiles against my mouth as we lay back on the floor. When Fi crawls into my lap, butterflies explode in my stomach. Michaels secures his arms around my waist, and we fall asleep in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
The airaround us is chilly when I wake, morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains. Thankfully, someone had the forethought to pull a blanket over us sometime during the night or else we’d be shivering once the fire went out.
Michaels’s arms are still draped around my waist, his nose nestled against the nape of my neck, while Fi’s back is pushed up against me. My morning wood is very much awake and aching to be touched.
We’re still nude, and it smells like sex.
I wait for the panic to take over, but I just feel content. Safe. I’m sore from last night, but it’s…comforting. The way Michaels respected my boundaries during that intensely intimate moment is playing my heart strings pretty hard this morning.
I shimmy from between Fi and Michaels’s warm bodies, biting back a groan when my hard dick slides against the soft skin of Fi’s back. After last night, I’m not even sure how I’m still horny. Since leaving Vancouver, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal, and I’m starting to wonder if I should be concerned. I’ve never experienced this before.
Michaels peeks an eye open, watching me sleepily as I pull on my shorts.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper. “I’m going to call Lincoln.”
He nods and rolls closer to Fi, slinging a muscled arm around her and cupping her bare tit as he nuzzles her hair. She whimpers but doesn’t wake up. I turn away, hiding a smile because, fuck, they’re cute.
I grab my coat and pull on my boots. I wasn’t kidding when I told Fi that all my clean clothes were in the truck, so here I am, walking out on the porch in the middle of winter in shorts to make a phone call that I’m dreading.
My stomach twists when I see the mess in the front yard. Nedry’s body is still and stiff in the snow, and his skin has turned an unnatural shade of blue. The snow around him is stained red, but it’s dull and brownish, having congealed overnight.
I pull out my phone and try to FaceTime Lincoln. My signal is spotty, but it finally connects.
He answers after several rings, looking grumpy as fuck. “Do you realize what time it is, Sebastian?” His hair is a disaster, dark brown locks spiked up in the back and falling over his slate-gray eyes in the front.
“Actually, no, what time is it?” I quip. I don’t actually care what time it is, but I want to be an asshole.
