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Jesus, that mouth of his. I whimper in response, and rest on my knees so I can slide my thong to the side and line up the head of his hardness with my opening. Unable to take it any longer, I quickly take him inside me, lowering myself until he’s all the way in.
“Fuck,” I pant, closing my eyes as my pussy stretches to make room for him. “So. Big.”
“Nuh-uhh,” Mickey growls. Before I can ask what he’s protesting, he cups my chin, squeezing. “Open your eyes and watch me. Watch the face I make when I’m inside you.”
I do as he says, opening my eyes, and fuck. I can’t believe I almost lost out on seeing his face. His expression is tight, yet serene. His eyes are intense, yet soft. He’s a canvas of contrasts, and me… I’m so fucking gone on my desire for him.
Shifting my legs under me, I bounce up and down on his cock, mewling every time I feel him hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. The sounds I make are animalistic, and so is my need for him.
“Mickey!”
“Look at your cunt swallowing it completely,” he growls as he begins to play with my breasts again. “Are you ready to come, Gail? Because I’m about to nut. Your cunt is fucking squeezing me so good.”
Throwing my head back, I arch my back, thrusting my aching breasts further into his hands. Then I pick up my pace, riding him so hard my bed slides against the floor.
“Mickey… Oh… My…Fuck. Mickey!” I scream his name as my orgasm hits, washing over me with all the grace of a tsunami. I can’t stop moving, won’t stop moving.
“Fuck! Gail!” I barely hear his words as he suddenly lets go of my tits, grabs my hips, and quickly spins us around so I’m on my back. His cock is still inside me, my orgasm still pulsing through my body as he thrusts into me with wild abandon. “Fucking. Love. This. Pussy. Your Pussy.Mypussy.”
He growls my name as he reaches his own climax, and his hot jizz coats my insides. Something about it either prolongs my orgasm or sets off a new one. I’m not sure which, just as I’m not sure which way is up. All I know is Mickey, the things he does to me, and how this is exactly what I’ve wanted for so long—what I dreamed about when he and Soren first asked me for a threesome.
We both collapse onto the mattress, and I quickly curl up next to Mickey, my head resting on top of his heart. The thumps are rapid, making me smile as I press a gentle kiss to his skin.
“That was hot,” I say breathily.
Mickey rasps his agreement. One of his hands trails down my body, all the way to my thigh which he hoists over his hip like he’s trying to get me closer. “My only complaint is that I didn’t get to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me now,” I say, looking up at him.
Mickey cups my face as he bends, capturing my lips with his. The kiss is like the ones we shared at Cupid’s Court; unhurried, languid, and oh so perfect. I can feel it all the way down to my toes. My entire body is humming as he strokes my tongue with his.
Pulling back, I cup his cheek, my blue gaze locking onto his silver orbs. “Tell me again that nothing happened between you and the puck bunnies,” I demand, needing to make sure he isn’t playing me.
He lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Nothing happened, sweetheart. I wasn’t there for them, and I made sure they knew.”
“What were you there for? And why didn’t you come home?” My heart contracts painfully at the reminder that he sought out strangers instead of me and Soren. I can’t tell if I’m really hurt, or if it’s my damn hormones making me crazy. All I know is that I need him to explain it to me.
Sensing what I need, Mickey opens up about why he left, and why he’s stayed away. “I just needed to say goodbye,” he murmurs. “Not to you or Soren, but to the past.” The look he gives me is so pitiful, so unsure it’s impossible not to believe him.
“I get it,” I say after taking some time to process it all. “The reason I didn’t tell anyone about Fet the moment I found out was because I needed time to… say goodbye. I wanted one more night with you and Soren.” Admitting it feels good, and when Mickey holds me tighter, peppering every inch of skin he can reach in small, close-mouthed kisses, I know he gets it.
We stay in my bed until I’m so tired I’m half asleep.
“Do you want to spend the night here?” Mickey asks.
Sitting up, I cup his cheek as I shake my head. “No. I don’t know what this is,” I say, gesturing between us. “But we’re missing one.”
For a moment I’m worried Mickey’s gonna get pissed off, though, not worried enough to take it back. Surprising me, he sits up, and gently presses his lips to mine. “So we are. Let’s go home, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart… gah! The way my body turns into a puddle whenever he says that is pathetic. But each time transports me back to Cupid’s Court, to the way he’d whisper sweet nothings in my ear while Soren mixed pain and pleasure… yep, that settles it.
When it comes to the two of them, it’s both or nothing—at least while we’re forced to be together. I’m too greedy to settle for less.
Soren
Gail and Mickey step through the door, their shoulders brushing, their fingers intertwined. The sight tugs at something primal inside me—the possessive and dominant streak that wants to be part of what they’re sharing.
“Hey Soren,” Mickey calls out, his voice slick with a satisfaction that makes me smile. “We brought food.” He holds up a large red and white pizza box. The smells wafting from it are nothing short of divine and mouth watering.
