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Ed’s room is a no-nonsense, minimalistic space that reflects his practical nature. The walls are painted a muted gray, and there’s a simple, unadorned bed in the center of the room. The bedding is plain white, with no decorative pillows or throws.
There’s a small desk in one corner of the room, with a laptop and a few papers scattered across it. A simple wooden chair is pushed up against the desk, and there are no pictures or decorations on the walls.
Overall, the room feels functional and uncluttered, with no unnecessary frills or extravagances. It’s a space that’s designed for sleeping and working without any distractions or decorative flourishes to get in the way.
That sounds exactly like Ed.
I trace my lip with my finger. Last night, he didn’t kiss me even once, but he made me come several times all the same. It’s the first time I’ve ever been fucked sans any kissing. It felt weird at first, almost like he was using me. But that couldn’t be less true.
The entire experience was focused on me. He made sure I came several times. He drove me to the edge again and again until he practically drove me insane.
Goosebumps cover my arm at the thought. The sex was different, but in a good way. And it’s not just that. He stretched my limits with all the things we did to each other. I did some things that I couldn’t even dream of before now, much less perform. But I did them last night, and it was frickin’ amazing.
As I try to get out of bed, I realize that I’m sore between my legs, and it’s difficult to walk normally. But hey, I’m not complaining. Last night left every inch of me sated. It’s a small price to pay for the intense pleasure we shared together. While it’s a bit uncomfortable, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
I walk over to the mirror. I catch a glimpse of my reflection and feel a blush rising to my cheeks.
The sight of hickeys and bruises all over my body reminds me of the wild and passionate night I spent with Ed. I trace my fingers over the marks on my neck, my chest, and my thighs, and feel a shiver run down my spine. The memory makes me feel a little dizzy, and I have to lean against the wall for a moment to steady myself.
I can’t believe how rough and demanding Ed was, how he explored every inch of my body with such intensity and passion. But even as I feel a thrill of excitement at the memory, I can’t help feeling a little self-conscious about the marks on my skin. What will Artie and Ollie think when they see them?
I mean, it couldn’t hurt to invoke just a little bit of jealousy. It would actually be nice to have some healthy competition between the three of them.
You’re evil, Susan, I think to myself, shaking my head.
I remember the way Ed’s hands roamed over my body, the way he kissed my body and took me roughly, and the way he brought me to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. Despite the soreness and discomfort, I know I wouldn’t have wanted last night to be any different.
The lingerie I was wearing last night is all but destroyed, so I go back to Artie’s room to change into a fresh set of clothes.
I expected Artie’s room to be empty, but to my surprise, he’s there.Artie’s eyes widen as he takes in my naked form. And it’s not my imagination when his pupils dilate and darken with lust.
“Hey, Susan, what are you doing here?” Artie asks, looking up from his book.
I try to cover myself with my arms, feeling exposed and vulnerable. “I, um, I need some clothes,” I explain, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.
Artie chuckles. “Let me guess, he tore yours open.”
“Kind of,” I say sheepishly. “Not that I was in much to begin with.”
This earns another chuckle from Artie, and even I join in. “That sounds just like Ed.”
“Can you help me find my clothes?” I ask, feeling a little embarrassed.
Artie nods and gets up from his bed, scanning the room for my clothes. As he helps me find them, I notice him glancing at the bruises on my body.
“Wow, looks like you had a pretty wild night,” he remarks, his eyes lingering on the marks.
I blush again, feeling a little self-conscious. “Yeah, it was pretty intense,” I admit.
“Did Ed keep you up all night?” he teases, a mischievous grin on his face.
I can’t help but laugh, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at his comment. “You know, Artie, I’m starting to think you’re just jealous that you weren’t invited to the party,” I tease back, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.
Artie chuckles, then adds, “Hey, I may not have been there, but I bet you enjoyed Ed the most out of the three of us. I mean, let’s face it, he’s pretty hard to beat.”
I roll my eyes at his comment.
“Come on, Artie,” I say, still smiling. “I like all three of you equally. You’re each unique and special in your own way.”
