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It didn’t feel like anything I could’ve ever imagined. I mean, what girl actually imagines something like this? Not even in my wildest threeway fantasies could I have envisioned such a position! And yet somehow, the whole thing seemed oddly natural. The sexy culmination of what we’d already been doing together.
“You okay?”
I nodded again, this time more assertively. I even looked down. Being so incredibly connected to the both of them was the ultimate in intimacy. It felt like three bodies, three minds, three souls… all joining together as one.
“Good.”
I bit my lip, and suddenly Silas was moving beneath me. He slid in and out with a rhythm that was entirely his own, pumping and pistoning right alongside his friend.
Wow…
Apprehension dissolved. Tension drained away. I felt my body relaxing more and more with each stroke, as four big hands kept my body comfortably in place. And down below that, my two ripped mercenaries continued fucking me in this beautiful, legendary way.
How can this be real?
I hooked my hands behind Santiago’s neck, then focused on developing a little rhythm of my own. I began bouncing ever so slightly, grinding them on the downstroke. Swallowing them both to the hilt, then using Silas’s body as leverage to lift myself up before lowering again.
We fucked as a trio, connected as one. The boys had taken turns at either end of me, but now they were sharing me in a way that could only bring us closer than ever before.
Eventually I started to have fun with it. I began talking dirty to them, urging them to go faster. Begging them both to plunder me even deeper, while I told how much I wanted this, how much I needed it, how much I loved having them both inside me at once.
I talked about bringing Cody in next time, and switching spots. I told them all the different ways I wanted to try this again and again, and how nothing would be the same after this gift they’d given me.
Then I told them I wanted them to come.
I’d say that Silas erupted first, but only because I felt his hands clench my hips a second or two before Santiago’s fingers dug into my thrusting, churning ass. And then suddenly they were shooting together, filling me up. Throbbing and erupting alongside each other like powerful twin cannons, firing their hot loads deeply and together.
I rolled my chin toward the ceiling to savor the moment, knowing it would live forever in the darkest recesses of my oversexed mind. I felt their pulses, all heavy and rhythmic. I heard their collective groans, so primal and animalistic and so very, very hot. And yet I kept on riding, grinding, milking them dry. Taking what I wanted so incredibly badly from these men, while blowing all our previous limitations away.
Eventually I slipped sideways onto the bed, the valley between my legs now a hot, sticky mess. My lovers enveloped me snugly from the front and back. Two pairs of strong arms slid over my upper and lower body, cradling me in a fetal position that left me warm, sated, and sleepy.
I remember thinking I’d crossed some sort of boundary. A physical one for sure, but more of a boundary at much deeper, emotional levels. That part frightened me a little, if I were being honest. But in another part of my heart, it was also thrilling.
The boys were sleeping before I even stopped leaking their warm, wonderful seed. I smiled, kissed their hands, and replaced those hands on my tired, satiated body.
Then I slipped into dreamland, and all was right in the world.
Thirty-One
SILAS
“Go back a little. Maybe another half hour.”
The monitor was grainy, even if the footage wasn’t. The camera was actually high-quality. The resolution was fantastic. But the tiny screen the restaurant used to review its security footage was abysmally inadequate.
“Do you have anything we could use to clean this up?” asked Brynne.
The kid seated between us couldn’t be more than nineteen. Twenty, tops. “You mean like enhancement software?” he snickered. “Or—”
“No, I mean like Windex.”
Brynne dragged a finger over the monitor’s surface, picking up several years’ worth of dust before showing it to the kid in the apron. He frowned for a moment, then got up and left the room. It gave me free reign over the surveillance system again.
“Fun kid.”
I shook my head and got to work, wondering what a nineteen year-old had to be so grumpy about. Especially a nineteen year-old who just got slipped two hundred-dollar bills.
“Forget him,” said Brynne, pointing at the monitor. “Do your thing.”
