AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Nikolai jerks his gaze down.
“Don’t make him stop,” I beg.
Nikolai growls.
I kiss him, plunging my tongue into his mouth, working myself faster on top of him.
Erik says, “She’s such a good girl, Nikolai, give her what she wants.”
Nikolai can’t answer with our mouths intertwined, and he’s not about to make me stop. His cock swells inside of me, providing even more pleasure, in ways I didn’t know were possible.
Erik leans in, kisses my cheek. His face must be brushing Nikolai’s. I’m fully claimed by my protectors. They’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t want independence. I want safety. They see me and accept me. That’s what I’ve craved.
Erik trails kisses down to my breast onto my nipple. Jolts of electricity shoot through my body, from my sex to my nipples, to my heart, and back. Fireworks are exploding inside of me.
When did Erik and I stop holding hands? My fingers are tangled in his hair, holding him to my breast while my other arm reaches up, tangled in Nikolai’s hair.
My pussy clamps around him. It’s too intense. I hope he’s going to come. I’d hate to leave him hanging, but I lose control, splintering into a million pieces. The last shreds of consciousness feel Nikolai’s hot cum shooting into me, dripping out of me, and then I’m limp in his arms.
His groans reverberate from his chest into mine.
I’m lost in the most perfect place I’ve ever been. Does it have to be temporary?
When I float back to earth, to the new place I want to be forever, I redefine home. The warmth of Nikolai in front of me and Erik to the side, his head resting against my chest, become everything.
We’re a tangle of arms and bodies and sex. I now crave something different than I ever knew existed—to be loved and desired.
Am I foolish to wish that this could be more? I’m too attached already. But aren’t we all? Unprotected sex could have created a forever bond. It was risky, but it was right.
My mom was killed years ago, before I was old enough to understand the more nuanced behaviors in a relationship. The things I’ve started to question lately.
I have to protect myself. I can’t fall prey to a controlling husband. I look at Erik. He wanted to control Nikolai’s and my first time. These are powerful men. These are men who are used to getting what they want, and they want me. Or do they just want the information I hold?
I pull myself farther into my core, into the woman I’ve been the last couple of years, and I stiffen my spine, sitting up. I remind myself that only I will ever be able to truly appreciate me, and I don’t need to tangle myself with any long-term commitments, which haven’t even been promised. I won’t be that foolish girl.
“Well, Daddy, it looks like it’s your turn.”
“I just wanted to give you time to bond with Nikolai.”
Bond.Why did he say that word? We’re not bonding, are we? I lean to the side and kiss Nikolai on the cheek. “You okay if I go play with Daddy?”
“I can’t wait to watch your face when you climax,” he says in agreement.
Erik stands and lifts me. My legs wrap around him and he makes his way to the recliner.
“Throw a towel down on this, Nikolai.”
In seconds the recliner is covered and Erik sits with me on his lap. “Do you want the feet extended or down?”
“What do you suggest?”
“You can either grab my cock or you can grab the handle on the side of the chair, but let’s get this in motion.” I reach to the side and pull the lever of the recliner, giggling when Erik falls backward with the chair. I don’t think he thought I would do that.
It’s a little bit awkward, but we make it work. I’m straddling his lap from the position he carried me, and Nikolai pulls a chair up beside us.
“Looks like I’ve got a front row seat.”
I lift onto my knees and sink onto his cock. It feels so good to have this control. Only this time it’s even better. I watch Erik lose himself. All of the control, all of the stoic-ness he keeps in his expression. Everything he had that convinced my father he was loyal. It all falls away and is replaced by an expression I wasn’t ready for—that I control him, that I can make him surrender while I’m doing the same. His hands guide me and he opens his eyes after the first few strokes.
