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But there’s a resounding voice there too, reminding me of everything these two have given me. I can give just as easily as I can take. And Iwanttogive.
Drake’s strokes pick up speed, and I have to force myself not to come already.
“Drake,” I groan, pulling my mouth away from Isabel.
“Yeah?” he replies with a grunt.
I lean up to my knees as I turn to him and say, “I want you to fuck me.”
Isabel freezes in my hands, and Drake doesn’t respond. Just grabs hold of the back of my neck and steers my mouth to his, tasting her on my lips.
“Good,” he groans, “because I want to fuck you.”
With that, he forces me forward, and I return to Isabel, kissing my way down to her warm cunt. She writhes and moans with her ass in the air for me as I slide a finger inside her, which only makes her moan louder.
“That’s my girl,” I mutter against the soft skin of her ass. “Come for me, Red.”
I curl my finger inside her, and her breathing picks up speed. She screams, but the pillows muffle her voice.
When I feel the mattress dip behind me, I realize Drake has returned. I was so focused on Isabel, I hadn’t even realized he left. Glancing back, I see the glow in the dark, green markings of something in his hands. Then I hear the click of a cap.
Well, fuck. They even put glowing paint on the lube bottles. Clever.
When I feel the warm liquid seep down my backside, I let out a moan into Isabel’s skin. I pull my finger out of her heat to kiss her clit and bury my face in her again. She presses her hips back against my face, and when I feel Drake press his thumb against my ass, I stop breathing.
“Relax for me, Hunter.” He groans as he rubs a little harder, slowly easing his finger inside. I try to relax to let him pass, but I’m too overcome with the sensation. As he finally breaches the tight ring of muscle, I growl low and loud into Isabel’s wet pussy.
“Yeah? You like that, don’t you?” Drake says, sounding pleased. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I’m thrusting my hips back and forth now, eager for more,desperatefor it.
“More…” I grunt.
“You want more? I’m so fucking ready to give you more.” His voice is like gravel, sweet friction to my soul, and I need every word.
Isabel is still panting into the pillows as she purrs and pleads for me. I need to make her come before I’m too distracted to get her there. So I kiss and lick her sweet cunt, rubbing tight circles around her clit.
“Yes,” she cries. “Right there.”
I don’t stop, and neither does Drake. He’s working in a second digit when Isabel finally unfurls in my hands, letting out another squeal into the pillow. I’m too enthralled by her orgasm to notice that Drake’s fingers are gone, and in their place…the blunt head of his cock.
Slowly, he thrusts. I’m bent at the hips and clinging to Isabel as he eases his way in. The sensation is jarring at first, the feeling of being so full and tight. I’m letting him into my body. I want him to have it. Take me, use me, fuck me. Make it hurt or feel good and last forever, I don’t care. I just need this and I need more of it—this indescribable thing that breaks me apart and makes me whole all at the same time.
“How are you?” he asks, a large hand skating its way up my spine. I realize he’s buried as far in as he can go, his hip bones pressed against my cheeks.
“I’m…” my voice trails. I don’t know what I am right now, but if he’s asking how I feel then I don’t have the words to answer that. I’m both lost and found. In agony and ecstasy. Nothing and everything all at once. “I’m perfect,” I reply.
“I need to fuck you now,” he says, and my cock twitches. It’s hanging heavy and hard beneath my body, and as Drake pulls back and pounds back in, hitting a spot that makes my cock leak at the tip, I drag Isabel to me.
Before Drake starts fucking me hard, I pull Isabel’s body to mine, lining up my own cock so that on his next pistoning thrust, his movement pushes me into her. I’m physically connected to both of them. We are one. With each violent jolt from Drake, I’m shoved into Isabel. She leans back against my chest, letting me find her mouth with my own as I kiss the life out of her.
The darkness swallows me whole as I let their touch and embrace be the only things I feel. Her mouth, his hands, her cunt, his cock. I’m not quite sure when my orgasm starts or if it’s been here this entire time, but as the pleasure brings me to life, I hold tight to them. We are moaning and breathing as one.
The feel of Drake’s cock pulsing inside me is my salvation. His voice echoes like a boom against the walls as he comes, taking his pleasure from my body. And there is no shame or fear in this moment—only love.
When our climaxes have both crescendoed and calmed, I feel his warm lips against my back. And I realize something that might sound cheesy or ridiculous, but this man is my soulmate. If soul mate means a person whose heart mirrors mine, a twin flame, so compatible that one cannot fully exist without the other, then without a doubt, he is mine.
And I’ve known that all along, but we called it something else before. We’ve always been best friends, but maybe that’s what best friends are—soul mates in disguise.
