Sterling is usually quiet, but his head is a riot of noise right now, and it hits me that I’ve been given an all-access pass to a man who prides himself on his own control.Control he’s giving over to us now.Fuck.Adrenaline rushes through me as my thighs flex and tremble.Sterling moans and licks deeper.
Oh fuck.Yes, yes, yes.
“He’s close,” I pant.
Lucky fucks himself harder on Sterling’s cock.
We work in unison, the lines blurred between the three of us, the thread pulling tighter.There is no separating the ties that bind us.We are all, or we are none.What matters to them, what brings them joy or pain or pleasure, comes to me as well.
In this, we seal our commitment.
My second orgasm hits me lightning fast, before I’m ready for it, throwing me off the cliff so hard that my whole body trembles.Sterling doesn’t stop, keeps licking and sucking and tasting every part of it, until I’m sensitive and whimpering.
It sets off a chain—Sterling grunting low and deep, his knuckles turning white as they grip the sheets as he comes, and then Lucky is gone, pulsing and throbbing as his release shoots onto Sterling’s stomach.
The last vestiges of my energy drain out of me as I slide off Sterling to melt into the bed.I’m no longer holding him down, but he doesn’t seem inclined to move as Lucky makes his way to the bathroom and returns to clean up.He curls into Sterling’s other side when he’s done, and the room is silent, save for our heavy breaths.
Even Sterling’s mind, so usually full of thoughts and ideas and plans, is quiet.
“There’s only one more thing I want,” he pants.
I lift my head.“Oh?”
“An exclusive.”
* * *
Well.I ...might need to cool off.You go on.I’ll catch up.
Okay, take me to the epilogue now(go to 84)
go back(go to 74)
They’re trying to keep it slow, just kissing, petting, breathing, but my senses are back with a vengeance now, and I don’t want slow.Don’t want gentle.
I missed them as soon as they left the room, felt twin pieces of me rip out from under my ribs after they disappeared.Felt that void every second that I was alone, waiting for them to return, waiting for it to be over, for good or for bad.I don’t want to feel the emptiness now; I want to be surrounded by them.
I don’t use my gift, using my hands instead, touching every way I can.I can’t bear to stop, can’t stand the thought that they won’t be here if I let go.
They indulge me, pulling off their clothes and mine, closing the space between us, even when it slows us down.I don’t stop though.I won’t.I can’t.
I catch my breath as Lucky and Sterling kiss, sighing in the proximity of their desire.Its roots are thick and strong with age, but they light up like a fresh bloom.It soothes something in me, and I’m grateful they found each other again.That they get to have this.I’d be happy for them even if I wasn’t here.
It hits me, now that the residue of today is slipping away, that I’m fully dressed, and I shimmy out of my shirt and pants, glad to be free of them.A shower would probably be better, but that would mean leaving this bed, and there’s no way that’s happening.
The tangle of sheets and clothes and limbs is rapidly getting in the way, so Sterling rips the sheets back and tosses my stuff to the floor, following it quickly with Lachlan’s shirt.He meets Lucky’s mouth again, and I take advantage of the newly bared skin to kiss down his chest, swirling my tongue around his nipple and taking a bite of the firm muscle underneath.
Lucky slips his hand into my hair and hauls me up into a kiss.His other hand drops to my waist and pulls, shifting me to straddle him, rocking me against his hardening cock.
A second set of hands skates from my shoulders, down my arms, undoing and removing my bra.The bare heat of Sterling’s chest hits my back as I arch into him and grind against Lucky, trapped in a delicious feedback loop.Sterling kneels behind me and pulls me upright, attacking my neck with his mouth while Lucky cups and massages my breasts.
“Do you want him to fuck you?”Sterling asks.He must have taken care of his pants, too, because I can feel the wet kiss of pre-cum on my lower back.
“Yes, please fuck me.”
“You heard her.”
It’s an inelegant scramble to shuck the last scraps of material that separate us, and Sterling, ever prepared, takes the opportunity to torture Lucky by rolling the condom on and jacking him, tight and slow, until Lachlan’s entire chest is flushed red under his tattoos.
