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Gagging and sputtering around his cock, I shove at his hips. Markus gives me a short break, keeping the tip just inside my mouth as I swallow the excessive spit and regain control. But the moment I recover, he shoves back down, and I’m helpless to control anything as he fucks my throat in earnest.
My grabbling hands and gagging do nothing to deter him. He gets off on it—the power of making me helpless. It only takes a few moments before he comes with a deep growl, spurting his cum into my throat.
I manage to swallow it all when Markus pulls out and sits beside me.
Remembering what Grigory did last night, part of me almost wishes I’d lose control so his cum would drip down my chin. But I don’t think Markus would scoop it back in like Grigory did. He’d go get some paper and dry it off gently. I don’t think he’s into that kind of humiliation.
“Now, that was a good way to start the morning,” he says with a big smile.
I return the smile, but it must look a bit askew since I’m still reeling from the assault, swallowing repeatedly and drying water from my eyes.
“I think you should go ask Grigory if he wants the same treatment.”
I push up to sit, feeling a bit disoriented. My brain had barely woken up when Markus started fucking my throat, and last night is a bit of a blur. I remember sitting against Grigory in the back of the black Mercedes while Markus took his own car home, but I was half asleep when Grigory carried me up to the apartment. I can’t remember whether he stayed or went to a hotel.
“Where is he?” I ask, suddenly eager to see him.
“He slept on the couch, but he might have gotten up. It’s well past nine.”
An excited feeling stirs in my stomach.Grigory is here.
Both men are here.
Markus yanks off the covers, causing a gust of chilly air to billow across my skin. “Off you go.”
I scoot off the bed, grab Markus’s shirt, and wrap it around my body as I scurry to the living room, hoping Grigory is still on the couch. I’d love to cuddle with him. But of course, he isn’t. It’s way too late for him to be snoozing.
I find him by the dining table in the kitchen. A coffee cup in one hand and his tablet before him. A bit uncertain how to proceed, I stop in the doorway.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Grigory looks at me over the rim and crooks a finger.
As I quickly pad across the floor, Grigory moves his mug and tablet to the side and pushes out from the table. Then he grabs me by the waist and hoists me up to sit on the surface, my feet dangling on either side of his legs.
Rubbing his very warm hands over my thighs, he asks, “How have you slept?”
“Good,” I say with a smile. “You?”
He reaches a hand up to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “I missed having your body next to me.”
Heat spreads through my body, warming my cheeks and making me blink up and down as I bite my lip.I’d love to have slept beside him too.
But I also loved sleeping with Markus.
I frown a little at the perplexing thought. This really is confusing, being with two men at the same time.
But also kind of wonderful.
Leaning forward, I rest my head on Grigory’s shoulder and slide my hands around his waist to hug him. He bands both arms around me, openly accepting me, kissing my head tenderly.
When did I get this comfortable around Grigory?
Ten days ago, I couldn’t have imagined instigating any kind of intimacy with him; now I’m openly leaning into him, seeking his touch without invitation.
“Did you ask Grigory if he wants to fuck your throat too?”
Mortification flushes my cheeks at the sound of Markus’s blunt words, and I push out of Grigory’s arms. God, he can make me all flustered by talking like this when we’re alone, but when Grigory is here too… I jump off the table, feeling strange about Markus walking in on the display of intimacy.
“Did she?” Markus directs the question at Grigory, who shakes his head.
