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Ohhhh God.
In circles we touched it together, smearing my wetness all over my glistening sex. My skirt was hiked all the way up, my panties yanked all the way down. And then he was eyeing me, watching me as I watched him. The two of us locked in a sexy staring contest I could never hope to win, because my eyes kept wanting to flutter shut as I slid one, then two, then three of my own fingers inside.
Fuck!
It was so frustrating I wanted to scream! But it was also awesome as hell. Eventually he took my hand and placed it on the underside of his shaft, slowly helping me guide it home. Up and down we dragged the pulsating head together, through the throbbing shallows of my pussy. Still watching each other. Still never looking away…
This man’s control is insane.
When he finally took his hand away I blinked for a second or two, then screwed myself greedily down onto him. Kade responded by plunging into me, all at once instead of little by little. It happened so fast, and he filled me so quickly I let out a strangled gasp. But that gasp turned into a gurgle of satisfaction as he began pumping me slowly, driving me deep into the bed with the full weight of his body while, somehow in the middle of everything, gently propping a soft, cool pillow behind my head.
MMMMmmmm…
The others had hung back for a bit, letting us consummate this one final union. Once done they joined in, sliding up on either side of my body to kiss, nuzzle, and taste me. Brock took one pert nipple into his swirling mouth, while Valerio pulled me close and made out with me. Between all that and Kade’s achingly deep thrusts, my senses were on overload. I was crying tears of joy. Thrashing my head in a frenzy, as the guys took turns kissing and licking and making me come.
The night wore on even after Kade flipped me over, laying across my back and re-entering me from behind so he could drain himself deep inside me. His grunts were music to my ears. The rhythmic pulsing of his cock going off inside me sent me over the edge of another life-altering orgasm, as I screamed and moaned and cried into the pillow beneath me, feeling deliciously owned and dominated.
Having all three of them was a novelty I couldn’t ever possibly imagine, and I took full advantage of it. I was constantly reaching for them. Kissing one while touching another, all while feverishly screwing the third. Valerio took me again, this time face to face. He swung my legs over his olive-skinned shoulders and plowed me for an unmercifully long time, switching back and forth with Brock whenever one of them was tired, or got too close to exploding again.
I took it all, enduring the excitement of being traded off on or sandwiched between them, and especially being taken from both ends. The last part was of course my favorite, because it was during those times I truly felt like I was doing something dirty. The raw thrill of satisfying more than one guy at a time was unspeakably hot, and the sounds they made as they grunted and came, screwing themselves into my eager body at the penultimate moment, was something I knew I’d never forget for the rest of my life.
One by one they passed out between my legs, spending themselves so fully it sometimes took a minute or two before they stirred again. Some of my favorite parts involved lying there in the darkness, reveling in those moments. Slowly tracing their broad backs with my long fingernails, until eventually they climbed off me and trudged off to bed.
We must’ve been in Valerio’s bedroom, because he was the only one that didn’t leave. The walls were also covered in framed soccer jerseys from international teams I couldn’t hope to recognize, but I knew the sky-blue and white bars that made up the Argentinian flag pinned to his ceiling.
In the end he held me tightly, spooning me from behind. I was a trembling, post-orgasmic wreck, soaked by the handiwork of not one, but three different lovers. My clothes were piled neatly on a chair nearby, while my once-adorable Santa lingerie lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beside the bed.
Holy shit, Sloane.
I sighed happily as Valerio stirred, squeezing me around the waist. He continued planting sweet, tiny kisses all along my neck and shoulder, back and forth, as I snuggled into his arms. Eventually even those slowed to a stop, and only when his breathing came steady and regular did I finally know he’d fallen fast asleep.
Sated and content to the point where I came dangerously close to dozing off, I waited only another twenty or so minutes before executing my midnight escape.
Twenty-One
SLOANE
I returned to an empty apartment, but with the flick of a switch it exploded with warmth and light. The tree blinked on, bathing the entire loft in a holiday glow, and with the additional touch of my phone’s music app the speakers overhead began playing as well.
Without a second’s hesitation I turned it over to rock and roll, having had my fill of Christmas for one night. I made a beeline for the bathroom, shedding everything along the way, and took the hottest, most baptismal shower of my life — all at around two o’clock in the morning.
Being a night owl, I was no stranger to being up during these hours. In fact, I was usually working. Even without the added pressure of the upcoming show, the absolute silence in the wee hours afforded me a dedication to creativity that you just couldn’t get during the daylight. Not with all its distractions, anyway.
Right now I closed my eyes and let the steam billow over me, as the hot, soapy water washed away the sins of my legendary evening. I could feel Kade’s thickness swelling inside me, Valerio’s hands gripping my hips. The low growl of Brock’s voice, as he filled my ear with dirty things, and the insane surge of pure euphoria as my body was wracked with each shuddering climax.
I scrubbed until I was nearly a virgin again, or at least it sure felt that way. Then, having shrugged into my most comfortable robe, I wrapped a towel around my head and made my way back into my tree-lit living room.
It was too late for a glass of wine, too early for coffee. Still ravenously thirsty, I poured a tall glass of ice water and settled down into my favorite spot on the couch.
Or rather, mynewfavorite spot on the couch.
I could’ve stayed the night of course, wrapped snugly in Valerio’s arms. I didn’t want things to be awkward though, when morning came around. It seemed a smarter move to retreat to neutral ground. To spend the rest of the night in my own bed, staring dazedly at the ceiling and burning all these wonderful memories into my brain.
Would they be mad?
Probably not. A little disappointed maybe, but not angry. Extracting myself from Valerio’s grasp without waking him had been like avoiding the laser beams inMission Impossible. Somehow I’d done it though, getting dressed and letting myself out before any of them knew I was gone.
I stared up at the tree, listening to the low thrum of AC/DC rumbling peacefully in the background. What I’d just done was crazy, yet oddly beautiful. The most sensual night of my life had culminated in fulfilling every girl’s fantasy: two guys at once, and even another guy beyondthatjust for good measure.
