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“Our good boy, Dax hasn’t come yet.” He massaged my stiff cock with his foot. “Do you think he’s earned some alone time with you?”
She climbed off Gideon’s cock and pointed at the couch. I needed no other direction than that. Gideon stripped off his condom and dropped it into the garbage can nearby and grabbed a second one from the packet. The thought flit through my mind to ask, but then Margaux lowered herself onto me, her face near mine, and I lost all sensible thought.
My sole focus narrowed into how good her breasts pressed against my body felt. How beautiful her eyes were looking into mine. The warm, tight heat of her sucking at my cock.
“Tell me dove,” Gideon lined up behind her, trailing his tongue down her spine. “I want every detail of what that coke can of a cock feels like stretching you to the limit.
She didn’t have a second to answer before Gideon’s mouth explored where my cock impaled her. He unabashedly tongued my balls, my cock, her stretched pussy, and the skin of her cunt stretched around my cock.
He stood up and lined his cock up behind her. I thought he was going to fuck her in the ass without lube or preparation and tried to get her off my dick so I could stop him. Instead, he rubbed his cock between her cheeks, stimulating all the nerves of her asshole.
“This is mine, little dove. No one else gets this but me. Understood?”
He continued to push against her, thrusting all the way to the place where my cock pressed up into her. The combined sensations had me biting back my orgasm, crying out with each thrust.
“Yes, Gideon.”
“Say it Margaux. No one gets my ass but you.”
He pressed his lips against her temple, holding them there as he continued to dry hump her. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Margaux? My precious dove.”
Three more pumps. I lost all sense of time. Six pumps, my whole body erupted into sensation, and eight pumps I exploded into Margaux with such force I feared my condom had slipped off.
“Good boy.” Gideon caressed my head. “What a good boy you are.”
13
Transcendent. It was the only word I had for our incredible night with Gideon. Bringing in a fourth was unexpected. Gideon took what I had with Lazlo and Dax and elevated it. Since that first night, the four of us rushed to Gideon’s house after work each day, barely able to keep our clothes on as we walked through the door. Most of our interactions started with Gideon fucking me and ended with one of the boys finishing me off. It was bliss.
We’d gone to the movies—though none of us could say what we saw—had dinner, and just taken a long walk around Millennium Park. All the normal relationship things that made Lazlo especially feel needed and loved. I thought about possibilities. What keeping all three of them would look like.
The only thing that held me back, every time I thought about the three of them, was Gideon. He and I were so similar. Our need for control, the desire to be on top. How did that work when two people were used to topping?
Gideon: Good morning my dove. Please meet me at the Club in my penthouse at five sharp.
I’d been staring at the text message all day long. Wondering why he wanted me at the club. He omitted Lazlo and Dax. I’d chatted with both of them and neither mentioned seeing me there. Technically, they’d given us the all-clear to resume our Wednesday night fun. The decision hadn’t come until Thursday afternoon. We counted down until next week again.
I loved Gideon called me his little dove. There was something about that nickname that made me feel special. Cherished even. I would always be Mistress to Dax and Lazlo, regardless if we were in the scene or not—but since both Gideon and I were Dom’s, it seemed strange for me to call him by that title.
“My little dove.” Gideon’s silken voice greeted me the moment I opened the door. “You look beautiful.”
He took my hand and led me to the settee, crouching to remove my shoes for me.
“How was your day?” He asked, unpinning my bun and massaging my scalp. “Did you beat all those opinionated men into submission?”
I never answered, as kissing became our primary focus. As he distracted me with teeth and tongue, the zipper of my dress came apart, its sleeves slouching down my elbows.
“Arms,” He muttered against my mouth, removing the top of my dress, “up please.”
I stood, and the dress dropped to my feet, which Gideon scooped up and placed next to me. My lingerie was a blush pink to blend with the pink dress I’d worn. Gideon ran his hands over the swell of my breasts before tracing the boning along my ribs.
“I want this off.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a command.
“There’s no need,” I told him. “You have access to all the important parts.”
“I don’t want the important parts. I want access to it all. I want to take in my beautiful girlfriend’s body from head to toe.”
