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They chuckle as they rotate and Mack gets into position. He grabs himself, then slides the big head back and forth, making it slick with all of us.
When he bumps against my ass, though, my eyes go wide. “Wait, I don't think I'm quite ready for?—”
“Beautiful, I'm just making sure I'm good and ready for you. For that, we need real lube. So not this time.” And then he's back up against my pussy, pressing gently against my entrance. I open for him as he glides in.
Not this time? But maybe another time? I'm not sure I'm up for that, but then again… I've seen enough porn to entertain the possibilities. What would it be like to have all three in me at once?
Mack doesn't give me time to wonder about it as he splits me open, pressing in to the root. I moan, deep in my throat while my hands search for something to hold onto. Scrapper gives me his cock that's almost back at full mast, while I find Reaper's thigh as he prepares to feed me his. I open and take him in my mouth, knowing that I'm tasting three of us together now.
I pull Scrapper close, and switch between him and Reaper. I want to make them come again, if I can. Like a personal challenge. They're so good at getting me off, and I need to return the favor. Last time, Mack was an almost uncomfortable stretch, but this time his size is absolutely glorious. I lock my lips around my two other favorite cocks and jerk and suck them like I need them to live. Their pleased moans indicate that I'm at least not doing a bad job, even if Mack's making it harder and harder to concentrate.
I've never found it easy to come just from straight up fucking, but after already coming once, and with the third guy in a row, and the wild sexiness of it all, I'm pretty sure it's going to happen again. There's something about each of them that seems to fit me just right, just perfectly, like they were all made especially for me. I don't really believe in soul mates, but if there is such a thing, I'm pretty sure they're it.
“Fuck, Mila,” groans Scrapper. He's close, again.
Mack's pounding me like a truck, true to his name. Every thrust rocks me hard, his thickness pressing cum out of me to drip down and cool my skin. Reaper moans as I let him pop from my mouth and take Scrapper in, and then back again. This time, my boobs are bouncing all over, and I don't care. Not until we’re all wrung dry.
Everything builds to a peak and then spirals at once. The hot surges that have been coursing through me suddenly collide in my core. As fireworks explode on the insides of my eyelids, Mack fills me with all he's got and lets go with a throaty groan. Scrapper curses a quiet, “Fuck,” and then something hot and wet spatters all over my breasts. Reaper only hisses, and then I taste his second load spilling over my tongue, as my whole body goes tight around Mack's spurting cock.
We couldn't have timed it better if we'd tried.
When I finally look around, it looks like a bomb just went off in the middle of the room, clothes everywhere and all of us breathing heavily and grinning like idiots.
“That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever been part of,” says Scrapper with a pleased sigh.
He's right. The first time together was mind-blowing, but now that there's more to it? Now that we're connecting on a whole different level than just a one-night stand? God, this was so freaking intense. But I'm not quite ready to make words yet, so I just nod.
“We might have to replace the couch,” notes Reaper.
“Oh God.” And then I start laughing, unable to stop. I needed this. A release, a way to ground myself again. And to remember that I've got the guys at my back, no matter what happens. When I finally get my laughter under control, I gesture towards the bathroom. “Maybe one of you big, strong men could get some towels?”
Instead, Mack scoops me up into his powerful arms. “How about a shower?”
That sounds good too, and amazingly enough, we manage to fit all four of us in there, even if it's kind of tight and we have to rotate who stands in the actual shower. Just another proof that when we work together, there's nothing we can't do.
30
MILA
“What do you have for us?” asks Reaper.
Scrapper sits on one of the couches in the common room and pulls me onto his lap. Apparently Jupiter remembers me, because as soon as we sit down, he jumps up next to me and lays his head on my thigh, looking up at me with big hopeful eyes. So obviously I give him a scratch behind the ears. Eagle-eye is nowhere to be seen, but I wouldn't put it past him to have heard me down here and let the dog out of his office.
Snark pulls the flash drive from his pocket and tosses it my way. Jupiter perks up in case it’s a treat, but I’m faster. “Alright, I've hit paydirt on both the phone number and the chat logs on the flash drive.”
I don't stop scratching Jupiter's ears, but I sit up, curious and eager for something that can help us get these guys off my back, and hopefully keep Danny safe in the process.
“Tracking this down was a lot harder than I expected. Had to bounce through all sorts of telecom nodes, bust some ICE, trace some actual physical wire?—”
“Stop making shit up and give us the deets,” Reaper cuts him off.
With a grin like he's not sorry at all, Snark continues, “Fine, but I'm not joking when I say this was buried deep. But the phone number, once I bounced my way through the system, was provided by the office of a Judge Royce Kincaid. Familiar?”
“Motherfucker,” growls Mack. “I knew that guy was crooked.”
“Or someone in his office is,” says Snark. “I couldn't trace it to him specifically. Just that someone at city hall, based in his office, managed to have that number created and has been managing it. It could just mean that whoever you're after is an infiltrator.”
Scrapper frowns. “Still, that means there’s a connection between Mullerby and Kincaid’s office, and we don’t have to assume everyone’s innocent until proven guilty. If you ask me, he’s our man.”
