Page 20 of Insatiable

“Oh, fuck, Tate!” Jay’s hips buck off the bed, placing my arm on his stomach I hold him down in place. I almost laugh because there is no way I could hold him down if he didn’t want me to.

“If you move, I will stop,” I command as I pull my head back to look him in the eyes.

“It feels so good, Tate. Damn it.” He squirms underneath me and I am loving every minute of this man coming undone for me. Lifting my eyebrow in warning I wrap my lips around him again and I am rewarded with his deep groan of pleasure. Humming my approval, I take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jay chants, struggling to hold himself still as I swallow him down. I bob up and down his cock, stroking him as I apply pressure with my tongue.

“Tate, I want to come in your pussy baby, please,” Jay begs, and in that moment, I want what he wants too, so I pull my lips away slowly, teasing him until I release his dick with a pop.

“Tell me what you want, Jay,” I ask, mirroring his words from earlier.

“You, Tate, I want you. Please,” Jay pleads. I take pity on him, swinging my leg over him. Lining his cock up with my hand I guide myself down slowly.

“Tate, wait, condom?” Jay sits up in a panic, concern in his eyes as I fully seat myself on his dick. I reach out to brace myself on his shoulders, feeling completely full, letting myself adjust before I speak.

“I have an implant, Jay.” I gesture towards my left arm. He searches my face for a moment then nods yes, happy with what I’ve told him. Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulls me closer, driving himself deeper causing me to cry out. I promise I just felt that in my cervix.

“Oh, God! I need to move” Pushing Jay on to his back again, I brace my hand on his chest. Lifting myself up until it’s just his tip left inside me, I slam down hard until he’s fully sheathed again.

“You feel so fucking good on my dick, Tate.” Jay’s voice is strained as I begin to roll my hips, my pussy gliding up and down his steel rod until Jay reaches for my hips and stops my movements. He looks over my shoulders and smiles.

“Are you ready for the two of us, Tate,” Jay asks as the bed dips. I glance behind me to see Sean rejoin us.

“You look so beautiful taking charge, Tatum. But I can’t have you coming just yet, baby girl. Bend forward and let me prep you for me.” Seans’ words send a delicious thrill through me, and I lean closer to Jay until we are chest to chest.

“Kiss me, Tate.” Jay’s voice softens and our lips join in a slow languid kiss. It ignites my need to move, but he holds me still and kisses me, oh, so slowly. The sound of a cap popping, then the sensation of cool liquid being poured down the crack of my ass causes me to jolt as I gasp. The anticipation of what’s to come is both scary and exciting at the same time. Sean inserts the tip of his finger into my ass, and I hiss from the foreign intrusion. He pulls it out a few times before he begins to fuck my ass with his finger, making me take a shuddering breath.

“Relax for, Sean. He’s going to make you feel so good, Tatter-Tot.” Jay pulls me closer and takes my mouth again, keeping the same pace as our tongues tangle slowly. His kisses are a distraction as one finger becomes two, and two become three. I arch my back, panting into his mouth, the pain and the pleasure are almost too much. Jay takes one hand away from my waist and slides it between us before he finds my clit, he circles it, distracting me further as Sean continues to stretch me. When Sean finally removes his fingers, I whine from the loss of the delicious fullness inside of me. I drop my head to Jay’s shoulders begging for more, too worked up to care. I would give anything, do anything to come.

“Please.” It is my turn to beg as the head of Sean’s cock pushes gently into my ass.

“Breathe for me, Tate, push back for me and relax,” Sean croons as he pushes his cock inside me, one inch at a time. Jay continues to circle my clit as I tremble between them until I feel Sean’s hips touch my ass. I am so full. I feel as if I can’t breathe. I am at their complete mercy, and unable to move. It’s almost unbearable.

“I can’t . . . I don’t know if—” I plead

“You already are, baby girl.” Sean leans forward and kisses my back as he pulls out of me then slams back in, causing me to scream. Holy fuck.

“Please! Move . . . Oh! God, please move,” I beg, pray, and chant to them both. Jay leans up and kisses me as they both move inside of me at a steady pace. My orgasm begins to build, their thrusts pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, Tate, this ass belongs to me now.” Sean’s slaps my ass and picks up his pace and Jay follows. I moan incoherently as something snaps inside of me and I explode as my orgasm hits me.

“Oh, shit!” I cry out as I come so hard, I may have blacked out from the pleasure shooting up and down my body. Jay and Sean keep moving in tandem as I continue to come, I’ve completely zoned out. All I can focus on is how good they feel inside of me as I begin to crest again. I’ve never come back-to-back before, but there is indeed a first time for everything.

“I’m going to come again!” I shout in surprise. Sean slaps my ass again and I detonate, screaming and sobbing.

“That’s right, baby girl, milk our cocks, take what you need!” Sean shouts and then grunts as he finds his release. A few heartbeats later Jay shouts my name and joins us in a chorus of cries. We all collapse on top of each other and become a mess of tangled legs and arms. I feel them cleaning me up, but I’m so drained I can barely keep my eyes open. The blanket is pulled over our naked bodies, warm lips kiss my skin, and in a blissful state I fall asleep hearing their praises.

It’s in my nature to take care of people. Hence, my profession. As a doctor I have a duty of care, and I extend that duty to my personal life. I’ve found it difficult now that I am not at the hospital almost twenty-four hours a day. I don’t think I’ve taken this much time off since I started Medical School. I am feeling restless.

Tate doesn’t want me hovering around her, even though the urge to check her over every hour had become my norm while she was in a coma. Last night as I carried her to bed, she begged me to stay, well, all of us. I couldn’t do it. Not because I didn’t want to share her with Sean and Jay, it was because I was afraid. What if she decides this won’t work between us? It’s thoughts like that which scare me. I don’t want to wake up to find her gone, I don’t want her to walk out of our lives again. It would break me. So, I left her between Sean and Jay, and I left the room.

I am comforted by the knowledge that they are still together. But for how long I don’t know. It all depends on Tate. She wants to go to LA, and I know she won’t want to delay, so I made preparations to leave the next morning while they slept. Even though all I really wanted to do was walk back up the steps and lay at her feet. Feeling restless, I spent most of the night sitting in the living room peering into the darkness. Letting out a sigh, I grab my phone and start to look through social media, and that’s when I see it.

“Really, Jay. Fuck,” I say to my phone. It appears the paparazzi were out in full force as there is a picture of Jay and his new mystery girlfriend hanging out in the streets of downtown Santa Barbara from earlier today. Rubbing my hands through my hair, I huff out a breath in frustration. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees as I scroll through the photos. This is exactly the kind of attention that Detective Jones warned us about. There are pictures of them holding hands, Tate wearing her oversized sunglasses makes me smile, her scar on the side of her head is front and center. From the smile on her face, she is having a wonderful time out and about. She looks relaxed with her hand in Jays as they walk side by side. There is even a shot of them both eating, sitting in the front window of a diner. Jay’s head is thrown back, clearly laughing at something she is saying.

This is what our lives should be like. This is what I pictured when I bought this house. Us. Together. Happy. I smile because these pictures give me hope. So, a few pictures were taken, I don’t think someone like James Fisher is watching social media that hard to stumble upon them. But maybe . . . An idea begins to form as I relax and sit back, placing my head on the back of the couch, and close my eyes. My thoughts are churning, and then it hits me, I don’t know if everyone will be okay with this. Especially coming from me but it may be the only way. Tate will never fully recover from this until she finds closure. Closure for her was seeing James in jail. I would rather see him dead, but that is not my call to make.

I quickly send off some emails to my deputy, checking on the patients I left in his care before I eventually doze off to sleep on the couch.