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Chapter Nine
Russell
When I got the text from Sofia asking both of us to meet her at her apartment, I felt like there was an invisible guillotine hanging over my head. I just can’t seem to shake this sinking feeling of dread.
Sleeping with Marco and Sofia was simultaneously the best and worst decision I’ve ever made. It was fucking amazing, I’ve never felt so good in my goddamn life, but on the flip side of that, it just made me want more. More sex, more time with them, more everything.
Which was going to make it ten times harder when this shit inevitably fell apart. And I’m sure that’s where it’s heading.
Part of me is pretty sure that’s why she’s calling us over to her place. To call it quits, tell us this is too much to handle and that she’s walking away.
Or for all I know, she’s decided, and she’s going to tell us she’s picked Marco and they’ll both tell me to hit the bricks.
There are a dozen ways this could end, and all of them fucking hurt.
I pull into the parking lot and head for her unit, my heart sinking like a lead weight with every step I take until I’m at her door.
I knock, and the door swings open quickly. To my surprise, Sofia looks significantly less troubled than I’m anticipating. The dark circles are gone, and when she sees me, her face lights up in a genuine smile. “Hey,” she stands on tiptoe and greets me with a kiss, surprising me all over again.
“Hey. You sure seem chipper.”
“I am. I’ve got an idea, sort of, but I want to wait until Marco-oh, speak of the devil.”
I turn to follow her gaze and see that the missing party is, indeed, walking up behind me. Unlike Sofia, he still looks a little bit ragged. The way I’m feeling.
She greets him the same way she greeted me, and after the night we’d shared, there’s no twinge of jealousy in me at the sight. If anything, it kind of makes my dick twitch.
“Come on in,” she says, leading us into her apartment.
I expect her to have us sit on the couch, but instead she leads us back into the bedroom, and I wonder if she’s called us over here just for another fuck, but instead, she leads us over to a desk. Two chairs are pulled up to it, and a laptop is already open and on, with a webpage sitting on the screen.
“Read that,” she directs us, pointing to the screen.
I exchange a confused glance with Marco, who shrugs, clearly as confused as I am. But the two of us sit and start to read.
It’s an article about something called polyamory, and it doesn’t take long to figure out that Sofia’s found this as a solution to our dilemma. “This sounds too good to be true,” I say once I’ve finished, “What’s the catch?”
I glance over at Marco and see that he’s finished, too, and seems to be processing the information.
“The catch is that it’s not always easy. It takes more communication than your average relationship, it’s a lot of work. And there’s other hurdles, like bigots and rights and stuff, but I’m willing to give it a shot if you two are,” Sofia says.
I turn to look at her. Her face is so sincere, so hopeful, and it makes my heart swell. I turn to look at Marco, but his unreadable expression puts a flicker of doubt in my chest.
Until he springs to his feet, knocking over the chair, and grabs Sofia for a kiss. She yelps in surprise and laughs. “Is that a yes?”
“Fuck yeah, it is,” he says, then looks at me, “As long as Russell’s in.”
I answer by moving over to them and tugging Sofia’s shirt over her head.
We strip Sofia bare, and even in the dim lighting of her bedroom, she seems to hold this ethereal glow, like some sort of heavenly creature. And when she reaches her hand down my pants and draws out my throbbing erection, the sensation is definitely one I would describe as “divine.”
Marco and I peel off our clothes and Sofia sinks down to her knees, alternating between her hands and her mouth on our dicks. There’s something so sexy about the way she drops down so eagerly, like she’s ravenous for a taste of cock.
After a few minutes of her play, Marco carefully removes himself from her grip and retrieves a condom out of his pants pocket. While he’s suiting up, Sofia lavishes her attention on me, her sweet, hot mouth sinking all the way down to the base of my dick.
She gazes up at me with those shining golden eyes, and the sight of her like this, those plump, juicy lips around the base of my cock, is almost enough to set me over the edge.
But I wrap my fingers in her hair and breathe deep, forcibly delaying the orgasm that threatens to explode from deep within.
Meanwhile, Marco kneels behind her and sinks to the hilt into her pussy, and I watch those eyes roll back and flutter closed as the satisfaction overtakes her. I wonder briefly if that cock would feel as good buried in my ass, but my musings are quickly overtaken by what’s going on in front of me.
I can feel the little moans rolling from her throat buzzing through my cock. It’s an interesting sensation that only amps up the pleasure, and my hips twitch despite my efforts to be still. Sofia notices and her eyes flutter open. She grips my hips and bobs her head faster down my cock, as if encouraging me to fuck her mouth.
And so I do. I thrust between her lips and she takes it easily, guiding me into a rhythm with Marco so we pound her holes in unison.
I lose track of the number of times she screams our names. We make her cum at least half a dozen times that I can count before Marco and I shoot our loads into her, and when we finally release her, her shaking limbs give out and I scoop her up before she can fall. She’s ragdoll limp in my arms, and when I lay her down, she sinks into the mattress, her chest heaving.
“I love you,” she says softly, “Both of you.”
“I love you, too,” Marco tells her, then lifts his gaze to me, “And you.”
I smile at both of them, my heart full to the point of bursting. I’d never admit it, but I’m a little bit choked up. So all I can do is smile and say “Ditto.”
