“How are your legs? Your joints?”
“A little sore, but I’m good. I’m really good, actually,” I laugh. Now that I’ve come, my entire body has gone soft and pliant. I can still feel Micah’s cock against my face, Justin’s boots against my back.
“I need to get back to work,” he says sadly, “but Micah wants to spend some time with you. If you’re up for that.”
“Yeah.” I nod, thinking about what it would be like to be with someone who isn’t Raf. It’s terrifying and invigorating. Thrilling, even, in it’s inappropriateness.
“No sex,” he amends, guiding me toward the door. He cracks it open and Micah slips inside, a devious if not agreeable grin on his face.
“No sex,” Micah says, as if he’s already been told the rules.
“If he needs me, you know where to find me,” Raf tells Micah. He nods, and Raf takes my face into his hands, pressing another kiss against my lips. “I love you so much, and I’m so very happy with you. Now go and relax for a while.”
