He’s different this time around. He’s still Carter Trescott, but an emotionally intelligent version who knows how to make good eye contact and stimulate the clit during sex.
“I want you to finish for me,” he says.
Where is Carter Trescott and what has this man done to him?
Skipper walks to the foot of the bed and grabs my legs, pulling them up to the ceiling. All three of them are watching in awe where Carter and I are joined. It’s like we’re putting on a private porno for them.
“Good job, sweetheart,” Skipper says.
Vex groans. “Her pussy is taking him so well.”
That’s because I’m wetter than monsoon season.
Fire builds in my stomach where an epicenter of pleasure gets ready to explode. I’m moments away from complete, utter bliss when Carter finishes inside and withdraws from me.
A new warmth fills me. Skipper.
His rhythm is different to Carter’s, but equally satisfying.
I arch my back as far as it can go, my body in a sort of glute bridge position. Carter and Vex place their hands under my back to keep me in place.
And Skipper finishes me off.
He starts thrusting in circular motions, and I gasp, every cell in my body preparing for orgasm. When he locates my sweet spot, he deliberately tries to avoid it.
Fucking ass.
“Please, I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Neither can I,” he grunts. “But I don’t want this to be over yet.”
My heart is drumming a thousand miles an hour in my throat, my pussy so hot that it’s gonna burn up in a minute if it doesn’t get what it wants.
I twist my body until his length is catching my sweet spot again.
And that’s when I see the holy spirit.
“Oh my fuck!” I scream.
This is the first time I’m being possessed by my own orgasm. My body shakes uncontrollably. I probably look like I belong in amental asylum, but that’s only because the climax is so great that it feels like I’m losing my mind…
In the best way possible.
Skipper withdraws and spills his seed all over my body, finishing up with the most poignant word of the night. “Ours.”
What does that mean?
After the orgasm leaves my body, I let the mattress take my weight.
Everything that happens after that is hazy. A series of opening and closing doors. Carter, Skipper, and Vex cleaning me up. With blurred vision, I watch them part my legs slightly to mop up any excess wetness. They then towel my body with a hot cloth and use a second one to pat me dry. Anyone would think I’m incapable of cleaning myself.
“We’ll let you have some peace and quiet,” Skipper says. “If you need us, we’ll be in the main room.”
Only when the door closes do I spring up and realize how dark it is in the room. Panic taking over, I swing around and tear open the curtain, hoping they’re blackouts. Instead, I find myself staring at a crescent moon.
Blood rushes to my face.
I’m supposed to be back home by now.
