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“I could do all sorts of filthy things with this,” Morrie whispered against my earlobe as he trailed the tip of the leather belt down my naked back. I shivered with anticipation, but then Morrie tossed it over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time for all my games. I think we have just enough time to make Mina scream.”
“We’d have even more time if you stopped talking,” Heathcliff growled against my lips. His hands roamed everywhere on my body.
“Why don’t you make me, Lord Bossybritches?”
With a growl, Heathcliff grabbed Morrie’s cheeks and yanked his head forward. His lips left mine to kiss Morrie. I rested my head on Morrie’s shoulder, watching as Heathcliff devoured him, feeling Morrie’s heart race against his chest. Morrie had been burning a candle for Heathcliff for a long time, longer than I’ve known them, and for all his arrogance he still couldn’t believe that what they had – what we had – was real.
I didn’t blame him. Sometimes – like now – my heart hurt from the sheer joy of having these men in my life and knowing they were mine.
After all this time, it still thrilled me to see them kiss. I’d fallen hard for both of them since the very first day I started working in the shop, and there was nothing that made a person happier than seeing someone you loved truly find themselves. I got to have the three of them, so why shouldn’t Heathcliff and Morrie explore this thing that had unfurled between them?
All four of us loved each other in our own ways. And I couldn’t ask for anything more honest or beautiful from our relationship.
While the two of them got out their pent-up emotions by devouring each other’s lips, I worked open Heathcliff’s boxers. I reached inside and pulled out his length, running my fingers down the silken skin of his rather large and very hard cock.
Heathcliff’s groans of pleasure spurred me on. He battled against Morrie’s wanton tongue while I stroked him slowly, until his tip jerked in my hand, glistening with pre-cum. A warm, delicious ache welled up inside me that had nothing to do with imminent dinner.
“This chair was practically made for us,” I observed as I rose up on my knees and shuffled forward, shoving his boxers down further and fitting myself perfectly over Heathcliff’s cock.
I sighed as I sank down onto him. He was so big and so hard that it hurt a little…in the best possible way. I wriggled my hips, pushing him deeper, as deep as he could go.
I rose up on my knees, slowly, deliciously slowly, feeling him slide out of me, relishing the delicious ache of his absence. And then I dropped my body weight, sheathing him inside me, filling myself up with him until I couldn’t take anymore.
Morrie broke from his kiss to watch. “That’s it, gorgeous. You ride him like he needs to learn a lesson.”
I rose up again, opening my body to every sensation; the warmth of Morrie’s chest pressed against mine, the strength of Heathcliff’s thigh muscles as mine squeezed him, the ragged rush of his breath against my skin.
As I slid down onto him again, Heathcliff cupped my cheek with his hand. I loved when he did this – his hands were so large and powerful, I believe he could crush a skull if he felt like it. But he made me feel safe in a way I never could have imagined.
His lips crushed mine as he wrested control from me, bucking his thighs to thrust deeper inside me. Fucking Heathcliff was such a wild experience. He demanded everything, every part of you. More than your body, he demanded your mind, your heart, yoursoul. But he gave everything in return. And to have this part of Heathcliff was a rare and beautiful gift.
I lost myself in the sensations as we moved together, grinding against each other, lost in each other.
“Are you worried about being late for dinner now, gorgeous?” Morrie grinned against my earlobe as he ran his hands down my body, drawing out pleasure through my skin as Heathcliff filled me up.
“I think Iamthe dinner.”
“Youarethe filling in a rather delectable villain sandwich,” Morrie mused. “But what if I could make you come even faster? What if I could make you forget all about your fears?”
I knew exactly what he was asking. In response, I rolled my hips back. Morrie bit down my neck as he notched his body against mine. He’d already palmed some lube on his way over here. Of course he had. James Moriarty was like a filthy Boy Scout – always prepared for any eventuality.
Morrie’s hand closed around my thigh, and his soft, commanding voice bid me to hold still. A drizzle of lube ran between my cheeks, followed by deft fingers, rubbing it in and around my hole.
“Do we have time?” Heathcliff quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I’ll be quick.” Morrie moved in behind me again, his hard cock dancing between my cheeks. “Trust me, after watching the two of you fuck like jackrabbits, I’ll be so quick.”
I gasped as he pushed his head inside. The stretch was so intense, especially with Heathcliff’s girth already buried deep. I felt myself tensing against him.
“Bite me, gorgeous,” he purred, placing his hand over my mouth.
I bit down on his hand and gave myself a few moments of stillness to relax, then he pushed himself deeper. No matter how many times I did this with them – having one in each hole – it filled me with overwhelm.
“Our Mina,” Morrie whispered against my ear as he thrust in another inch. “Such a filthy little minx.”
I shivered beneath his words as he pushed inside me, deeper and deeper until he was completely sheathed.
Heathcliff’s breath caught as he felt Morrie’s cock pressing against him through my walls. No three people on earth could be closer than this. We were linked in body, mind, and soul.
