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Twenty-Seven
DELILAH
They ravaged me forhours. It happened together, it happened alone. It took place while one of them was in the kitchen, getting us something to eat and drink, while the other continued screwing me deep into the pillows and blankets scattered over the floor.
And then they traded places… and the intensity started all over again.
There was barely a time I wasn’t being filled from in front or behind, and most times both. They did me on my back, legs spread wide, my head rolled to one side to accommodate whoever was lucky enough to be in my mouth. They bent me over the arm of the couch, while feeding me from the cushions. Screwed me into the loveseat, while each of my lovers took turns holding my legs back for the other.
Julius spent himself first, with me clutching both globes of his magnificent ass to keep every last drop inside me. The expression on his face was priceless — him trying to pull out, to do the gentlemanly thing, while I clutched him so tightly and deeply I couldn’t help but laugh, after we both came down from mind-numbing, simultaneous climaxes.
With that out of the way, I stood up and ordered Liam to sit on the center cushion. Straddling his perfect thighs I rode him while grinding my tits into his face, throwing my head back and feeling the heat of Julius’s eyes upon us as we rutted like animals.
I felt a small pang of guilt over Duncan, but it fell apart under scrutiny. He certainly had no claim over me, and had merely arrived between my legs first. I wondered what he might think, or even if he knew something like this would happen while he was gone. I was still hotly obsessed with everything we’d done together, but the pleasure granted me by Liam and Julius was more than enough to put those memories on a shelf. At least for now.
All through the wee hours of the morning we fucked like rabbits, stopping intermittently to rest, rehydrate, and even tell a few funny stories that kept things lighthearted. Then one or both of them would get that look in their eye, and they would roll me over or pull me on top of them and pillage my body all over again.
My favorite part came at the end, when we were sweat-soaked and delirious, and the sex became leisurely and dream-like. I was on my side with one leg up, being scissored from behind. With Julius pumping me slowly, sawing in and out of my body, Liam lay facing me from the other side. He made out with me slowly, soulfully, our lips barely touching as our tongues rolled and we breathed each other’s hot breath. The intensity of the eye-contact made the moment spiritual, filling my heart with such a sense of peace and joy it was overwhelming…
It went on until Julius couldn’t hold back, and I felt the now-familiar spasms of him thumping away, deep in my womb. Still leaking his hot seed they rolled me onto the other side and we did exactly the opposite. Liam helped himself to my come-filled pussy, and Julius kissed me until I nearly cried. The moment was so unique, so heartbreakingly beautiful against the stillness of the nighttime silence, I wanted to bottle it up and save it forever.
I drifted off more than once after that, feeling unexpectedly emotional. The emotions were all good ones, though. I couldn’t get over the safety and security of being sandwiched between two warm, sculpted bodies. Men who were big and powerful enough to take on the world for me, if it came down to it. And I had a distinct feeling they would, if I asked them to.
“Liam?” I murmured at one point. “Julius?”
No answer. I focused harder until I heard the deep, comforting sounds of slow, even slumber.
Apparently I’d outfucked and outlasted two big Army Rangers.
Delilah, you little harlot!
Yeah, maybe. Or maybe I was just finishing what the two of them had started.
I’d retrieved the monitor from my room once it became obvious we were having a threeway sleepover on the living room floor. I checked it one more time, to make sure it was plugged in correctly, then stopped fighting the urge to drift away.
The last thing I remembered as my eyelids grew heavy was the beautifully-painted ceiling. I wondered about all the different things that ceiling might’ve witnessed in this place, over the course of a hundred years.
Whatever it was, I’m sure it was nothing like this.
