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“Wewillget her back,” Carrick says, forcing himself to believe it as he pushes upwards, his arms circling my back.
“We will repent for our sins against her,” I add fiercely.
“Yes!” Carrick hisses, before he rips at the top buttons of my shirt, pulls the lapel aside, and bites down on my shoulder.
I roar in pain, bright stars of white hot light bursting behind my closed eyelids, followed by a rush of pleasure that centres in the base of my spine and spreads outwards to my dick.
“Fuuucccck!” I pant, as Carrick licks at the wound, his lips kissing away the sting.
Behind him Arden shifts closer, his cock freed from the confines of his trousers, hot and heavy in his hand as he looks at me from over Carrick’s shoulder.
“When she’s in our arms again we will love her until she knows nothing else,” he says, heat and lust, love and hope in his gaze.
“Yes. Until our last breath,” I agree.
“Until our last breath,” Carrick repeats, biting down on my skin as Arden presses his mouth against Carrick’s ear and licks it.
“I remember the way her tongue stroked against mine,” Arden whispers, stroking his cock, pressing his lips against Carrick’s neck and sucking on the skin there. “I remember how her legs spread as I plunged my fingers inside her pussy. How wet she was for us. How receptive to our touch.”
“I remember the fierceness of her gaze before she bit me,” Carrick adds with a groan, reaching between us as he palms my dick over my trousers. “I remember how fragile yet strong she was beneath my grasp, how I knew deep down, as she buried her teeth into my skin, that she was it for me.”
“I remember her scent,” I add, reaching down and freeing my cock, gasping as Carrick fists it at the base, his thumb sliding over the tip, spreading precum over the sensitive head.
“I remember that night we broke into her room when she was sleeping, and touched her as though she were made of glass,” Carrick adds, groaning as Arden bites down on his shoulder and I free his cock too, enjoying the feel of him, the warmth.
“Fuck I miss her,” I say, pressing my eyes shut, loving the feel of Carrick’s hand pumping me as we talk about the woman we love.
It’s both torturous and joyous. Torturous because she isn’t here to hear our words of praise, to know just how much she means to us, and joyous because this is us healing each other so we can be the men she needs us to be. So we can do better, be better, for her.
“I’ve been in love with her for so fucking long now,” Arden admits, a moan parting his lips as he pumps his dick faster and faster, his free hand sliding up Carrick’s throat as he squeezes gently. “Fuck, I need to show her just how much I love her,” Arden says, his voice cracking.
“Show me,” I pant, my balls tightening as Carrick releases his grip on me, spits on his hand, then fists my cock with his now saliva-slicked fingers. My fingers flex then tighten around his own cock as he swells in my hand, thickening at our intimacy, at thoughts of Cyn.
Arden moves around to our side and pushes up onto his knees, his dick bobbing, slick with precum as he reaches for me and crashes his mouth against mine in a kiss that’s meant for Cyn, but he shares with me now. He groans into my mouth when I switch hands, grasping his cock with one and Carrick’s with the other, pumping them both simultaneously.
“Fuck, I need her,” Carrick moans, his mouth pressing against my chest, his tongue sweeping over my nipple as he grips me tighter, squeezing the shaft of my cock, then stroking upwards, the pad of his thumb sliding over the thick vein that curls from the base to the tip.
Our knuckles brush against each other, our dicks bumping as we stroke up and down, bolts of pleasure light up my spine at the raw, torrid need between the three of us made a million times more intense with thoughts of Cyn. As Carrick brings me closer to orgasm and Arden fucks my mouth with his tongue we imagine her.
Our Cyn.
Our sin.
Oursoulmate.
Arden pulls back, panting. Eyes wild with lust, cheeks flushed with desire, chest heaving from a heart full of want and love, he reaches for Carrick and kisses him desperately.
“Cyn,” he mutters, pulling back looking between us both.
“Cyn,” I pant.
“Cyn,” Carrick cries.
Half drunk with lust, we continue to fist each other, kiss each other, and grind into each other’s hands with thoughts of Cyn in our heads, love in our hearts, truth on our tongues and determination in our blood, until we come hard and fast.
Carrick releases first, his thick, thready cum covering my hand and my own dick as he cries out her name once more. Then pinning me with his dark stare, he uses his slickness to pump me harder, faster, until my balls tighten, my head tips back, and my eyes slam shut. I come roaring her name over and over and over again.
My fingers loosen around Arden’s dick, my orgasm making my whole body boneless, so Carrick pushes me off of him with a smirk, then positions himself in front of Arden and takes his cock into his mouth, deep-throating him in a slippery, noisy, sensual blowjob until Arden grips Carrick’s hair and releases with a cry, pumping his cum down his throat.
