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“Fuck me. Any one of you. I don't care who. All of you.” I force the orders out between harsh breaths, and they laugh.
“Are we making you feel human?” Scrapper asks, “Or are we just bringing out the animal?”
I slap him on the arm. “Shut up and get in me.”
He laughs again. “I like it when you're bossy.”
He picks up his jeans to pull out a condom, but I grab his wrist. “No.”
I get a questioning raised eyebrow in return. “No?”
“I'm safe. I want you bare. All of you. Skin on skin. I want to feel you fill me.” I trail my fingers up his chest to flick one of his nipple rings. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
The condom packet sails across the room, never to be seen again.
Scrapper nudges Mack out of the way so he can position himself between my legs. He holds himself, aiming the glistening head of his cock at my folds until he's parting them and rubbing against me. Not inside, not yet, but all it would take is a little nudge. “You sure, babe?”
I nod. Reaper was the first time I went unprotected, but that wasn't on purpose. We were just caught up in the moment. This time it's deliberate. I know my IUD will keep me from getting pregnant, but just the feeling of it, the surrender—knowing that we've grown so close that I can't imagine anything between us…
“Fuck me, Scrapper.”
He enters me with a moan. Spreading me around him, hot skin against hot skin. The only lubrication is us, and I'm so slick for him. You wouldn't think it would feel so different, and maybe it's just in my mind, but it just feels rawer, dirtier—sexier, as I wrap my legs around him an urge him to fuck me faster. Harder.
The other two are stroking themselves slowly, moving to either side of me so I can take them both in hand and guide them closer to my mouth. I start with Mack, swiping my tongue over his thick head and getting a salty taste of him. Then I turn to Reaper and suck him right in, swirling my tongue twice around the thick ridge that separates the crown from the shaft, before I switch back to Mack, drawing him in as far as I can while being rocked by Scrapper's powerful thrusts.
I feel like a porn star, and I play it up, humming my appreciation and licking my lips between swaps as I smile up at the guys. The way their eyes follow me, I'm pretty sure I'm doing it right. Then again, they're an easy audience. I bet people would pay to see something like this, not that I’m interested in switching careers, but it's a sexy thought. It reminds me of the exhibition room in the club. Would I dare? I don't know for sure, but we're definitely going to turn the screen on the next time we play.
“Fuck, I'm getting close,” groans Scrapper. No wonder, too. He's driving me into the couch, his hips striking the backs of my thighs hard with every thrust. If Mack and Reaper weren't playing with my breasts, they'd be bouncing all over the place.
I love it when Scrapper groans and pushes himself deep. I know I'm not supposed to be able to, but I'm absolutely sure I'm feeling the heat of his thick cum flooding out and coating my insides. I definitely feel how his shaft throbs and twitches as he loses himself in me.
“Fuck, that was good,” he moans as he slips out of me. He's barely out of the way when Reaper takes his place and nudges himself inside.
“You don’t mind?” I whisper.
He chuckles. “Not if you don’t.” The mixture of me and Scrapper makes everything extra slick, but he's still a stretch. They all are. It doesn't matter how ready I am, I'm never going to be fully adjusted to men like this, but that's part of what I love about them.
While I stroke Mack with my left hand, I call Scrapper over with my right. He's still well past half hard, a little relaxed, but long and thick. And I want him in my mouth. I love how wide his eyes get when he realizes it, followed by a broad smile.
“Fuck, babe, I love when you get dirty.”
I draw him in and he tastes of us. Salty, sweaty, manly. While I suck in as much as I can, I tease his balls with my fingertips. I don't know if I'll be able to get him up for a second round, but I'm definitely willing to try.
Then I switch my mouth to Mack, who's waiting so patiently for his turn. Then again, the way his eyes keep flitting between my lips around his thickness and down to where Reaper is plowing me like he's got somewhere to be, maybe he's not that patient after all.
Even at the party, I don’t remember it being this hot, this messy. Reaper’s thick cock strokes my insides just right, and I know that it's Scrapper that's dripping out around him, making the insides of my thighs glisten. I love that they're so comfortable with me, with each other. Early on, I wondered if I'd feel divided between them, if being with three men would mean trying to maintain relationships with each of them, and figuring out how to share equally, but this is bigger than that. We're a unit. It's not just me and them, it's all four of us, and together, we can do anything.
Full fat cherry cheesecake.
There’s no going back to diet.
“Fuck,” Reaper hisses. His thrusts are getting faster, harder, more erratic. He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me against him with every thrust. It's obvious he's close.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Come in me.”
He groans, pressing so hard against my hips the couch creaks. He pulses, over and over, as he makes even more of a sloppy mess out of me. I bury my fingers in his thick, black hair and I pull him in for a deep kiss. We devour each other, connected at both ends.
He slips out and I reach down between my legs to feel myself. So slick, so hot.
