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I’m done. She’s finished me.

I give in to the madness completely as she rides me, defying my attempts to slow things down and control the flow. I notice at some point that she’s also sucking Sam into her mouth at the same time, and he’s thrusting against her face, his moves jagged, eyes wild.

Be careful.I want to tell him not to bruise her throat, but I can’t seem to even find the words to say, and everything that comes out of me sounds like garbled nonsense.

My release rises so quickly, I don't have time to stop it or edge it out. All I can do is make sure she gets there, too.

A hand snakes between us, brushing rapidly on her clit. Jake is back in action, his mouth drifting up to her nipples, playing with them, sucking them in a way that causes her to clench around my cock.

Then, finally, she screams her release; she drags us all down with her, and something within me breaks.

A strange emotion clutches my chest as I watch her, and I know then and there that I was fighting a losing battle.

23

CHELSEA

We lie in the silence of the aftermath.

I can't tell if it's supposed to be a tense silence or if we're supposed to be contemplating how disastrous that whole experience was, but I'm not doing any of that. For the life of me, I can't find it in me to regret what happened, not when the glorious aftershocks of release still tremble through me.

I’m still splayed on Adam’s chest, my pussy twitching around his cock. It’s still inside me, softened yet somehow still filling me up. Neither of us seems to want to pull away. I don’t want to lose the sensation of finally being full and sated, the tingles running through my body. Though I know I should probably be panicked and ashamed and chasing them out of my home right now, my mind is blissfully empty and free from the consideration of the repercussions of my actions. This was a mistake, undoubtedly. It’s going to bite me in the ass, certainly. But right now, I cannot bring myself to care.

I’m simply too satiated.

From the sound of his heartbeat, so is he. His heart pulsing so strongly and steadily underneath my ears, a soothing rhythm that has my eyes drifting shut. I’m exhausted after the multiple orgasms wrung from my body. But exhausted in the best way.

Sam is the first one to move.

He gets to his feet, tucking his cock back into his pants. My mouth waters again, and I stare at it, and though his eyes catch mine, and his cock thickens just from that look, he simply smirks and shakes his head as he heads to the bedroom.

A few seconds later, he comes back with a blanket and tucks it over me, kissing me gently on my forehead. At the same time, Adam runs his hand down my back.

“How’s your back?" he murmurs in my ear.

“Now you ask?” Jake snorts from his position on the floor, his eyes half shut as his hand finds mine. He holds it, running his thumb over it, in a soothing caress. “You didn’t seem to care as much when you were bending her like a pretzel.”

I giggle because it’s true and also because I can sense Adam sending Jake a glare.

I surprised myself because I didn't know I was that flexible.

I still remember what it felt like to have my legs on his shoulders and around his ears, his tongue moving inside me.

I feel myself spasm involuntarily around his cock, which responds with a jump. Adam groans. “You’re going to kill me, darling.”

“You’re the ones who killed me.” My voice is so rubbery, my nerves shot. I can barely breathe and think, much less talk or protest. He’s the one who killed me.

The sound of the tap turning on in the kitchen has my eyes flying open again, even though I didn’t know they had closed. Someone walks up to me and presents a glass of water.

Before I can take it, he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me off Adam's chest.

I moan at the movement, and Adam’s hands tighten around me for a split second before they loosen, allowing me to sit up to drink the water from the glass held against my lips. I sip gently, and Jake lets go of my hand and moves to my feet, massaging them.

I groan. I didn't even know my feet were hurting until right this second, and it feels so good to have his fingers digging into the center, pressing down, kneading my muscles.

I sit there, and they pamper me, Sam making sure I get enough water, Jake with his foot massage, and Adam rubbing my thighs, looking for any kinks he can also work on.

He goes one step further and asks me: