Lucky moans.Obeys.
I’m at his mercy, both of them.My only option—the only option I want—is to fuck myself between Lucky’s mouth and Sterling’s cock.There’s no better place to be.
Slowly, I rock up to Lucky’s searching tongue, then back, until Sterling’s dick is so deep inside of me that I might burst.The stretch of him is gratifying, full enough for there to be a dull ache, but it fades the deeper he goes, the longer he’s inside of me.
Each push of my hips makes me hotter.Sweat beads along my nose, over my lip, under my breasts.It pools along my spine, between our bodies.It does nothing to cool my skin or ice the fire in my veins.
All I can do is hold on to Sterling, one hand gripping his forearm, where I’m locked against his chest, and the other tangled with his in Lucky’s hair.It’s a lifeline, a feedback loop through me to them and back again.All of us connected.
Just as we should be.
My thighs start to tremble, the muscles pulsing.Lucky sucks my clit into his mouth, not letting up, and my hips move on their own, fucking faster now, chasing my climax.
I pant with each breath, littleah, ah, ahs escaping me.
Yes.Fuck yes.
Sterling digs one heel into the mattress and starts to fuck into me.He slides his hand up to my throat, then my jaw, gripping, turning me into a fierce kiss that knocks our teeth together.
That’s all I need.
Fireworks burst across my body, leaving me a twitching mess between them.I hear nothing but my own cries, loud in the silence.Fuck, I hope no one in the main house is listening.
The shocks go on and on, reignited when I feel Sterling’s cock pulse within me as he comes.
Sterling pulls out, and Lucky is there, lapping up his cum from my sensitive skin while I shake.The slick sounds of him jacking himself off only make it hotter, and when he comes, it sets off a second round of electricity through me.
Panting, he drops his forehead to my thigh.Sweat covers every inch of me, and my chest rises and falls hard as I try to wrangle my breathing under control.It’s no use; I’m completely spent, a pool of melted wax between them, liquefied by pleasure.
I sigh into Sterling’s tender kisses along my jaw, whine a little when he rolls us onto our sides, never taking his hands off me.Lucky crawls up the bed and collapses.I use the last of my strength to pull him closer, tasting the combination of us on his tongue.
If I could come again, I would from that alone.
I want to explain everything they mean to me.How knowing them has changed me, how much I value Sterling’s inner strength and Lucky’s warmth and humor.That, sometimes, I can’t breathe because my heart overflows and I might drown in how much I love them.
“Fuck,” is all I get out.
Lucky makes a sound in agreement.
“We know, Mia,” Sterling says, his voice thick.“We feel it, too, and we’re not going anywhere.”
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Sterling bursts through the door like a tornado.Blood on his cheek, jacket rumpled, and … his shoe untied?
He isn’t alone.Everything gets louder as the cops start to clear us out.
Sterling rushes over, his hands moving rapidly as he checks my face, arms, hands.“You’re okay.”It’s an answer more than a question.
He doesn’t let go, even as the EMT forces him to sit down so they can look over his cheek.
Sterling keeps his gaze on me the entire time.
Gone is the crisp, restrained man I’ve always known.His shoulders are hunched forward, his breathing is labored, his temples are damp with sweat.He never lets anyone see him like this.
