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Now I’m the one who’s struggling as I feel the wetness coat my fingers while they glide across her plumper, softer, pussy lips. “Fuck” is all I can manage as her waist grinds anxiously against my fingers and I feel a wave of current run through my chest, forcing me to break my cool as I move my body further down until my head is between her legs.
I push her legs back until her pinkness below a small cover of hair is blatantly exposed to me and I feed on her pussy, pulling from her pleasure that makes me say, fuck it and I plunge myself into her again. Fuck lasting. I ride that pussy until it rains over my dick and I explode within her.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” I ask her breathing heavily next to her as my body fights to cool itself down.
She rolls over, placing her hand on my chest and leaning over to look down into my face. “Thanks for fucking me good.” She kisses me and I find myself reaching for her lips after she pulls away. “Thanks for fucking me REAL good.” She plays with my beard. “But that was about my pleasure. Not forgiveness,” she says, rolling away from me.
Before getting up and attempting to walk away on wobbly legs, she looks back at me and says, “I’ll think about it,” smirking and walking back into the bathroom. I stare at her, still somehow thirsty for her while she says over her shoulders. “Well, aren’t you joining me for a shower while I wash you out of me?”
I pull myself up, hurrying after her, as we stand under the shower together and I lather her up. Her body under the water with soap suds dripping from her nipples leaves my jaw dropped as I stare at the beauty of her glistening body.
“Are you gonna help me get my back?” she asks and I wash her clean, hands gliding along her back, over her breasts, down her stomach, soaping between her legs, and getting her off while I wash myself from her. I may have some more left in me yet.
She rinses off and grabs herself a new towel, before walking out of the shower and leaving me behind, purposely discarding me, degrading me and I fucking find myself wanting my dick to stand up so I can bend her over on her way out of the bathroom and fill her with some more of me again.
She swings her hips, walking on her toes which makes her legs and her ass look even more amazing than they already are, pausing outside the sex room door, where apparently during the wait, Calder and Axel showered too as they lay in towels on separate sides of the king-sized bed.
When she appears in the doorway, they both jump up in excitement, watching her as she watches them. She drops her towel and makes her way over to the bed, sitting in the middle. Hey, I might not be able to participate but I can damn well enjoy the show. I take a seat in an armchair before the bed.
“I still have a bit of trouble forgetting everything that went down in this house earlier. Who wants to be the first one to fuck me into memory loss?” she asks and they both start making their way over to her. Calder reaches her lips first. The kiss entices her as the sound she makes is as if she just bit into something delicious. “Hi.” She smiles at Calder and he smiles back at her. Axel makes his way down her neck, grabbing her ass and she turns her attention to him, kissing along the side of his face until he raises his lips to hers. She moans.
“I have an idea,” she says when she turns around to face me. “Mikhail, I want Axel to fuck your mouth while I watch. Is that okay with you? Your dick may be out of service but I mean your mouth still works, doesn’t it?”
Axel looks at me. “I’ll be gentle,” he says as his eyebrows ask the question.
Calder is kissing Julissa’s neck while she stares at me. I know what she’s trying to do. And somehow, I’m into it. Fuck knows he’s sucked my dick countless times. “Come here,” I say to Axel.
As Calder lays Julissa down on her belly so she can watch us, he laps up her pussy and ass from behind and I can see her riding his face with her ass. Axel takes my head and guides it forward.
“Wait, turn around.” She bites her lip in pleasure from the cunnilingus and says to us since all she was only able to see was Axel’s ass. We turn so that she has a full view of my mouth and his dick as he slides it in. It’s salty but it doesn’t taste bad. He moves it along my tongue.
“Wider,” she moans to me and I oblige as he thrusts his dick down the back of my throat. I gag a bit since I’m not too experienced with this. “Fuck,” she says. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Axel groans above me as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth hitting the back of my throat over and over again. “God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he moans, grabbing me by the hair.
Meanwhile, I hear Julissa thanking Calder for supporting her earlier and I turn my eyes to the side to see her leaning over him, kissing him sweetly, whispering sweet nothings to him as she slides down his dick. She’s not even looking at us anymore as Axel’s hips begin to speed up, hammering my mouth and fuck it, I don’t hate it. I grab onto his ass pulling him into my mouth. I hear the glug of my throat against his dick as he rides my face, groaning my name before pulling his dick swiftly from my mouth. “Shit, I was about to cum.”
I wipe the slobber off the sides of my mouth, making eye contact with Julissa who is looking our way again. She calls Axel over and kisses the life out of him while riding Calder, stroking his dick in the process. As Calder climaxes, she jumps off him and climbs over to Axel who busts in a few seconds. Then she walks back over to me and tells me to open my mouth and when I do, she spits in it, slapping me hard on the cheek as I lock my mouth.
That’s it. I grab her and pull her back down on my lap, kissing her lifeless. I’m so turned on by her efforts to punish me for earlier that by some fucking miracle, I’m hard as fuck again. She feels it against her leg and smiles, stroking it, tilting my head back and sucking on my neck, deliberately leaving a mark there that I’ll have to explain tomorrow before getting off my lap and walking out of the room. I get up to follow her, hoping for round two as she walks into her bedroom and locks the door in my face, leaving me with blue balls for the rest of the morning.
Chapter 13
Julissa
“Mmmmm.”Istretchmybody out and yawn until tears come to my eyes. The clock on my nightstand says 6:00 PM and my room is dark. What the fuck? I slept the whole ass day and now my stomach is arguing with me so I better go and fix that. I rub my eyes and fling my body out of bed, putting my robe on and slippers, heading out my bedroom door.
The whole house is in darkness. I guess the guys are still sleeping. I flip on all the lights and make my way into the kitchen where the first thing I put on is a fresh pot of coffee, not that I need it. Now that I’m up, I realize that as fun as this morning was, it did nothing to help me forget what happened over the last twenty-four hours and counting. And I probably shouldn’t have gotten up because I doubt I’m going to be able to go back to sleep now.
The hunger in my stomach reaches out for eggs and bacon, elated that I’m having breakfast for dinner and I get to make some pancakes. As I’m flipping the pancakes, breaking off pieces of the ones that are already done because I can’t wait, the thoughts of my sperm donor are louder in my head than they were before. There’s no way I imagined everything. I know I’m pretty fucked up but I’m not that fucked up. Shit, I’m pretty aware of everything around me, everyone. There’s no other way for me to be. I’m always hyper-focused even when I’m trying to fit in with the town.
I’m not saying I can’t be wrong. I suppose I could be but I doubt I am. There’s only one way to be sure. I’ve got to go back over there. I know Mikhail would fucking lose his shit if I went over there again because I’m guessing he’s thinking everything was resolved this morning. And he wasn’t alone, I was trying to fuck the desire to kill that man out of my head, I was trying to hit rewind on the clock and drown myself in pleasure but I guess having sex with the men I love isn’t the cure for everything. Usually, it works. We get in an argument, we fuck it out. But this problem is way too big to fuck out.
This wasn’t just any old argument born from people who are hypersensitive because they’re in a threatening circumstance so they lash out at each other. This is an argument about Harry Burns, a nightmare I don’t want to keep having. So there’s only one way to make sure that he, along with my doubts, doesn’t continue to haunt me. And that’s to prove to myself that it is him and to follow my gut to go deeper.
I don’t give a fuck what Mikhail has to say about that. He doesn’t have to know. I made a mistake in telling them before, thinking that they’d have my back and he surprised me but that’s okay. I learned my lesson, some things are better left unshared. I’m doing this for me and for a bigger purpose. I have to know what’s going on with his little family and if he’s still a danger to the people who trust him.
There’s no better time like the present. I finish up eating and cleaning up after, not taking care to be quiet so that I can test how dead asleep the guys are. I wait. Nothing. Great. Now I tiptoe to the bathroom and get myself all cleaned up. It’s perfect that it’s nighttime and it’s dark out now. I don’t have to go sit and wait until the sun goes down. I can go there, prove that my eyes weren’t deceiving me, and get back here before I’m missed, hopefully. It’s also perfect since now I have the opportunity to camouflage.
