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He slowly sank into her mouth, hovering at the back of her throat as she tried to relax and take all of him. She tensed before Rafe’s mouth changed tempo, making her come with a guttural cry as she felt him sucking up her pussy juices while she writhed, caught between Max’s cock in her mouth and Rafe’s tongue and fingers. It was an insane, crushing, mind-numbing orgasm, and she never wanted the sensations to stop.
As Rafe moved away from her, she could hear his heavy breathing, but she focused on Max, who remained hard in her mouth. She worshiped his length with her tongue and cheeks, providing suction and putting everything she had into his pleasure. When he started to pull away, she reached behind to put a hand on his buttocks.
He frowned and tried to move backward. “I’m about to come.”
She smiled around the mouthful she held and sucked harder. It made him groan, and his cock spasmed. A second later, the first wave of his satisfaction unleashed, and she swallowed as much as she could. Another and another wave followed, overwhelming her with his pleasure and her own inner power at bringing him to this vulnerable state.
He grunted and collapsed onto the bed beside her, holding her as he breathed through his aftermath. She laid her head on his chest but lifted it as Rafe returned to her.
He’d shed his colors and wore nothing. He nudged her thighs apart and kneeled between her legs. The shiny reflection of the condom caught her attention as he brushed the head of his cock against her opening. He gave her a look requesting permission.
She nodded as she drank in his naked form. He was so beautiful. They both were, though so different too. Yet she couldn’t choose a favorite and had no desire to try. They both suited her perfectly in different ways.
Simone gasped when Rafe entered her in one sure stroke. It had been a while since her last lover, and it hurt for a fleeting second, but she struggled to hide that. He wouldn’t take it well if he hurt her, and she refused to make him feel guilty for the intensity of his need.
He began to stroke slowly in and out of her as Max shifted, moving behind her to hold her back. He wrapped his arms around her and cradled her sides with his thighs. His fingers worked leisurely as they caressed her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples.
Simone closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations they awoke. Reality was far better than fantasy, and even before Rafe had reached his peak, she came again with a small cry that she had to muffle with her hand. She didn’t want to wake Gemma and break the spell of this moment. She wanted to stay just like this forever.
Rafe came then, his cock flexing inside her as Max’s stirred to life again. She turned instinctively as Rafe withdrew, seeking Max’s mouth. She kissed him deeply and let out a small squeal of shock as he lifted her and flipped her onto her back the other way. Rafe’s still-dripping cock was by her face, and she realized he’d stripped off the condom. She opened her mouth in silent invitation, and he rested it against her lips.
The crinkle of foil had her looking up in time to see Rafe pass Max a condom. She closed her eyes again, lost in the pleasure consuming her. As she tenderly and loving licked Rafe to remove every drop of his seed, Max surged into her pussy. She pressed against him, thrashing as Rafe bent his head to suck her nipples. The sensations should have been impossible, but having two lovers made it happen.
How could she ever go back to one after this? Or any other man but these two? She had the hazy thought as Max came inside her a few minutes later, the heat of his release flooding the condom and triggering yet another orgasm. She was nearly silent in her pleasure, not wanting to wake Gemma, but when she turned her head and bit down on Rafe’s shoulder to muffle her cry, he just silently endured until she regained enough control to pull away.
Later, after they’d all recovered somewhat, she traced her fingers over the small indents her teeth had left. “I’m sorry.”
He grinned. “Are you? You don’t sound sorry.” Rafe slapped her ass.
She laughed. “I guess I’m not. I mean, I don’t want to hurt either of you, but there’s something primal and satisfying about marking you.”
Max looked like he was pouting, though it was likely pretend. “You didn’t mark me.”
She licked her lips, looking down to see their cocks were already hard again. “I’m sure we can fix that. We have all night.”
She woketo Gemma’s cries of terror. Pulling on a robe, she rushed into the girl’s room and found her struggling to come out of a bad dream.
“Is it the same one?” she asked, touching her sister’s hot forehead.
“Always mostly the same,” she said. “I see the monster disease eating Mom. That’s scary, but it’s worse because all I can do is stand and watch.”
Simone struggled with the words. “She was eaten by a monster disease, Gemma. The cancer ate her up, and there was nothing we could do to stop it. What we did was be there for her and let her know we loved her.”
“So why do I feel so guilty? Why so panicky? Why can’t I stop dreaming about it?”
“I don’t know exactly.”
She went and got a cool washcloth and sat by Gemma’s bed, wiping her face with it, and then holding her hand until she drifted off to sleep. Looking at her kid sister, she understood. It was the feeling of helplessness that was frightening. They couldn’t have done anything for their mother. The truly fearsome thing about the current situation was that there was little she could do about it either. Rafe and Max, with help from their friends, had done everything. Except for the physical assaults in the bar, she felt helpless. She was even leaning on them to get through the night now.
She had to wonder if that was a good thing. Were things moving too fast with them? They were wonderful lovers, but she had to be able to take care of herself and Gemma, and maybe relying so much on these men was taking her down the wrong path. Was seeking safety with them undermining the independence she’d struggled to achieve? A feeling of uncertainty flooded the dark room. For a moment, she thought she would cry.
When Gemma was sleeping peacefully, she got up. Rafe and Max were standing in the hallway.
“Is she all right?” Rafe asked.
“She’ll get through it. Mom’s death was a huge blow to her. She was with her when she died.”
“I see.” Max put his arm around her as Rafe took her hand, and the sense of being safe crept slowly back out of hiding. They walked her back to her room, took her robe off her and lay in bed, holding her between them and their comforting warmth.
