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I remove the plug from her ass and squirt a generous amount of lube onto my hard length. Then I massage some onto her opening, unable to resist sliding two fingers into her hole.
With my hand still on her neck, I add pressure until she bends and her breasts are squashed against the hard planes of Mickey’s body. He groans and claims her mouth while I stretch her opening even more with my fingers.
Once she’s mewling into his mouth, I position the tip of my cock against her. I feel her stiffen. “Try to relax,” I rasp as I inch slowly inside her. Her ass clamps around me like a steel vise, and it takes all my concentration not to nut right away.
Mickey doesn’t move until I’m all the way inside and we can feel each other through the thin membrane of her inner walls. “Need to move,” he growls, thrusting upwards and into her pussy.
“Yes!” she cries. “Fuck me. Both of you.”
It doesn’t take long before we’ve reached the perfect pace, both of us moving in and out in tandem. Gail’s sobbing with the need to come, and I know I’m close to losing the battle against myself.
Using my hand on her neck, I pull her away from Mickey and up. “Kiss me, whore,” I growl.
Gail cranes her neck so I can finally claim her lips. When my tongue delves into her mouth, I don’t care that she tastes of both of us. All I care about is the electrifying feeling from her tongue stroking mine.
“I’m so close,” she cries. “I just need… touch me.”
I release her neck and move my hand between her and Mickey, finding her clit. I roll it, loving her whimpers and moans while we both fuck her.
Gail’s orgasm sets off a chain reaction. Throwing her head back, she screams out her pleasure. Her holes contract, milking our cocks until she has our cum deep inside her.
After I pull out of her ass, Mickey spins her around so he’s on top of her, all without pulling out. “Need a plug,” he rasps.
I reach for the package and give him one of the unused ones. “What are you…” I trail off when he spreads her thighs wider, and pushes the cum leaking from her pussy back inside her. Then I slide the plug into her.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I growl. Gail pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks down between her spread legs. “How does it feel?”
She blushes. “Full,” she says. “Like… no, I don’t know how to describe it.”
With a grin, I lie down next to her while Mickey falls on her other side. “Don’t remove it until I say you can,” he demands.
Gail arches an eyebrow. “Say please.”
Mickey chuckles. “Please.”
She nods. “Okay, then.”
I reach for one of the many pillows and make myself comfortable. Then I pull at the sheet from under us, and with both their help, we manage to pull it over us. Without a word, I pull Gail toward me, making sure her head is resting on my chest. Mickey moves closer so his front is against her back, and curls his arm protectively around her middle.
That’s how we fall asleep.
Gail
The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee and tea fills the air, a domestic symphony that feels like a mockery this morning as I sit at the breakfast table, flanked by Mickey and Soren. Their chatter about gym routines and deadlifts washing over me, making it clear they’re oblivious to the turmoil churning inside me, to the dread stretching my smile into a thin, brittle line.
They finish their food, unaware that each bite marks a countdown to the moment I’ve been dreading since they told me about the ruse with the owner of Cupid’s Court last night. My heart hammers in my chest as they push back their chairs and stand. This is it. Goodbye.
“Off to pump iron, then?” I ask, standing up with them, the act as natural as breathing even though every cell in my body screams for me to drop the pretense, to confront, to accuse.
“Yep,” Soren confirms, his broody demeanor never slipping. “See you tonight?”
“Of course,” I lie smoothly, and hate myself for it.
They head to the door, and I follow. I can’t let them leave without one last touch, one final memory to cling to. As they step through the threshold, I pull them down to me, one after the other, and kiss them. Deeply. Desperately. Memorably.
“Bye, Mickey,” I whisper against his lips.
“Goodbye, Soren,” I breathe, allowing a sliver of my anguish to color the farewell.
