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MILA
I raise my gaze, finding Mack right in front of me. He still has a hand on my thigh, and takes my hand with the other, to comfort me, I guess.
I lean in and kiss him.
For just a moment, he seems surprised that I took the initiative, but then he meets my kiss passionately. I need contact, I need to feel them against me, just so I can feel human. To feel cradled between all three of their bodies and know that nothing can get at me without getting past them first.
The moment we disconnect, I whirl and find Scrapper. He's ready, capturing my head between his hands and pulling me in. His tongue teases my lips until I open to him and tangle his tongue with mine. I grab his forearms, gripping them as we kiss, pressing myself hard against him.
When I come up for air, gasping like a free diver in the ocean, I turn to Reaper. Our lips meet roughly, and he settles me on his lap so I'm straddling his narrow hips. I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers dig into my sides, an aching promise that he'll never let me go. A crooked smile forms on his lips as we part.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Just…” All sorts of intrusive thoughts flood me. I draw a shuddering breath, then look right into the darkness in his sexy eyes. “Be good to me. Make me forget, at least for a little while. Make me feel human again.”
“You sure?” Mack asks from right behind me. I press my back into him, leaning back while Reaper starts to pull off my shirt.
“Stop asking. Please.”
When my shirt hits the floor, Scrapper leans in. “We're gonna take care of you,” he says in a harsh whisper. “Now, and after.”
Leaning forward, I put a soft kiss on his lips. “That's all I want.”
My bra goes slack. I don't know if it's Mack or Scrapper with the clever fingers this time, but it doesn't matter. It only matters that we're all here. I shake the lacy fabric off, and a little laugh escapes me at how Reaper's eyes follow the jiggle of my breasts.
Mack's shirt flies past me to land on a chair. The clink of Scrapper opening his belt buckle sounds to my left. I put both of my hands underneath Reaper's T-shirt and push it up as I slide my palms over his washboard abs and the broad planes of his chest. When it's almost to his neck, he yanks it off for me, his thick, black hair flowing as it spills back into place. I bury my face in his neck to nibble and kiss the flesh there.
Mack reaches around to capture my breasts in his big hands. They fit so perfectly into his palms, while he gently drags his thumbs back and forth over my nipples, making me tingle all over. His hardness nudges against the small of my back as he kisses the top of my head, and his thick beard brushes through my hair, tickling my scalp.
Scrapper drops into the couch next to us, achingly hard with a drop of promise glistening on the tip. He slowly strokes himself as he watches intently, like he wants a turn, but isn't sure where he fits yet, and not wanting to rush me. But Reaper needs to get his pants off anyway, so I roll off his lap and right into Scrapper’s. I push myself against him, trapping his hard length between us, so close that when I brace my hands against his strong shoulders and flex my hips, my clit rubs against the side of it. It feels nice. His hands capture my ass cheeks, helping lift me up and down against him.
Mack pulls at me from behind, so even while my hips are grinding into Scrapper, I'm arched backwards to let him continue kissing me from above. A mouth settles around my nipple, and I know Reaper's caught up, too. All four of us, together again, but it’s different than the first time. We mean something to each other now, and it feels more tender, at least for now. I’m sure things will get wild, but this is a nice way to start. And I love that even with their rough natures, they understand me well enough to see what I need. Maybe we'll make it after all.
Reaper switches breasts, his stubble scratching my skin as he makes sure I get the same treatment on both sides. Another sign that we’re alive and together. Right now, I want it all. I want to drown in their attention.
But I want something more. Something else. Pushing off, I roll out of Scrapper's lap, landing at the opposite end of the couch from where I started. I spread my legs and slide my hips towards them. “Kiss me,” I say, hoping it's obvious where I mean.
Mack drops to his knees in front of the couch with a grin. He grabs my legs just behind the knees and pushes them back until I'm almost folded in half, opening me to him. He smiles up at me with the confidence of a man who knows he's about to blow my world, then plows his tongue through my folds. It's not just his dick that's big. I swear his tongue touches every part of me at once right up until he flicks the tip over my clit, making me gasp. Then he goes right in there to do it again. I shut my eyes and just let him do his thing, riding the sensuous heat that floods me with every skilled swipe. God, he's good.
Wet warmth encircles both of my nipples. Dexterous fingers slip behind my neck and into my hair, while others trail along the back of my raised thigh and down towards my hip and the curve of my ass. When I look, there's Reaper on my left breast and Scrapper on my right, while they explore my body. One of them finds that spot right at the small of my back that makes me purr like a kitten.
They're so hard. It looks almost painful, but they aren’t rushing. They're just focusing on me. Making me feel good. I love that, but while being worshiped is nice, the joy of it is the interaction, the wonder of moving together. So I reach out to Reaper and Scrapper, taking one in each hand.
They groan at the same time, their voices vibrating against my breasts. Is that what it feels like when I hum around their cocks? I understand why they like it.
I close my eyes again, letting the sensations envelop me while I start to stroke. I love the way they pulse under my fingers, how they slicken as my palms catch their precum and spread it over their hot skin, how I swear I can feel their heartbeats pound as blood rushes through their thick veins.
Mack dips his thick tongue into me, filling me for a moment before he paints me with it, through my sensitive lips and back up to my clit. When he falls into a repeating swirling pattern around it, I moan in appreciation. My orgasm’s building, faster and faster, as he drives me there one lick at a time.
“Fuck, I'm gonna shoot all over you if you don't ease up,” groans Scrapper and pulls himself out of my hand. “Your hand is fucking magic.”
He leans in and kisses me hard, and I lose my grip on Reaper, as Mack’s teeth come down around my clit, biting gently but firmly right before he flicks his tongue over the trapped nub.
I groan into Scrapper's mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on while I explode between the three of them. My whole body quivers, almost like when I had a fever, but the heat that rushes through me this time is pure pleasure. My stomach flexes like I'm doing a sit-up, my muscles taut. If they weren't holding me down, I'd be launching right off this couch.
When I finally come back to earth, they're all kissing me. On my breasts, on my lips, on the insides of my thighs, bringing me down gently. But I’m all done with gentle. All three of them are solid as steel, and I need them inside me.
