“Fuuuck.” He draws the word out with a growl. “I need one more, Little Fox. Do you think you can soak my cock one more time?”
I hear the button on the vibrator click before the intense buzzing on that little bundle of nerves kicks into hyper-drive. I am hurtling towards another climax, and I cannot stop it even if Demitri told me to.
“Come on, you can give me one more. I feel you fluttering around me.” Dee leans down in my ear and peppers it with kisses before saying, “Let go.”
That’s it, I’m done for. My orgasm erupts, and my core clamps down on his cock so tightly that I’m shocked he can even budge. I am shaking, unable to control how my body responds to any stimulus. A deep, resonant growl erupts from Demitri’s chest, and then I feel his hot, thick come painting my insides.
“That’s my good Little Fox. Fuck, you come so prettily. I can feel you dripping down my balls.” He caresses my face as we both come down from our bliss together.
Hutch switches off the vibrator and removes it from between the two of us. His cock hard and peeking up through the waistband of his boxer briefs. He palms himself while he waits for us to separate from each other. Breaths coming erratically from both Dee and myself.
“Ok, Graham's turn.” Is all Demitri says before he slowly pulls out of me. I can feel his come leak out of me for just a second before he takes his fingers and pushes it back in. “That stays right there, to be joined by Graham’s in a bit.” He takes his fingers out of my core and just smirks.Well fuck, that was hot.
Demitri heads towards his en suite, and I hear the shower turn on, right before Hutch is between my thighs. His hard cock out and already leaking pre-come.
“I want to watch my pleasure all over this beautiful face, Little Witch. Every moan for me, every single time your eyes rollback into your head, I want to see.” I can see not only his lust but also his passion reflecting back in his eyes.
“Mmhmm, all yours.” I mumble out, not really able to form full words, let alone sentences.
He slowly lines his head up with my opening before sliding in just an inch at a time. Slow and passionately he thrusts while he holds my face to keep eye contact with me.
This isn’t the rough fucking that Demitri gave me. It is still just as pleasurable and earth shattering but I feel my climax building slowly and intensely. I have a feeling there are three sweet little words right on the tip of his tongue, but he holds them in. I don’t blame him. I am about to spit them out too, but I catch myself.
He keeps one hand holding my face, his forehead resting on mine. While one hand runs down my collar to my breast, palming the soft globe. He gently tugs at my hardened nipples. I am climbing ever so closer to that eruption, and I think this will be the most intense orgasm ever.
“Oh, my God.” I manage to groan out.
“Thanks for the compliment, beautiful, but I’m just Graham.” he smirks at me, pulling his head away just long enough for me to see it.
His lips crash into mine. He pulls a low groan out of me that he swallows greedily. His hips are grinding on that sweet spot at the apex of my thighs. I am dead. That is the only thing that makes sense. This pleasure is so perfect, not better than what Demitri gives me. Both men make me feel cherished and cared for in different ways, but this is just intense. When people say make love, this is what they have to mean.
“Oh fuck.” Is all I am able to get out before the slow building orgasm crests and I fall. My vision is going black. I feel my wetness drench his cock.
“There we go, beautiful. Soak me, make Dee change the sheets.” He groans. “Ugh. So. Fucking. Good.” Then I feel him fill me up with his seed, combining with my come and Demitri’s.
My body is limp, no longer able to control a single limb or movement. I faintly hear the tub filling up before I am scooped up in someone’s arms and carried away. My world goes completely black, and I fall into oblivion.
CHAPTER 33
NYX
It’s Halloween, and I have the night off, surprisingly. I worked last night, Devil’s night, and it was chaotic. I am packing an overnight bag to head to see my men. I am stopping to grab Kyra on my way. She finally gets to meet my loves.Yup, I just said that.
Graham told me his brother, Callum, is staying with them. He just got medically discharged from the Marine Corps. He was wounded in an IED explosion. We are keeping tonight low key, a bonfire, some drinks and friends hanging out. I think a few of the people who work for the guys will be there too.
I have received more notes from this creeper. Left on my car at the precinct, door dash orders, I swear this dude knows every single move I make and it’s terrifying. Hutch has hacked every single fucking camera he can get his hands on, but this asshole has managed to avoid being seen. His body is average, maybe like five foot ten at most, not built but not fat. We are always on edge waiting for this guy to show up again.
I shake off the chills it gives me, trying to brush off the feelings of being watched. I fill Midnight’s food bowl, and make sure his water fountain had fresh water. I just changed his litterbefore I went into work last night, so that should be good. I give my boy some scratches between his ears and kiss his head.
“Mommy will be home tomorrow, my good boy.” I say to him in a voice I only use for him.
I grab my bags off the couch and head for the door. Before walking out, I set the security system and I leave. I walk out to my car, and I notice a man in a hoodie, hood pulled up to put his face in shadows and make it hard to see him. I feel like I recognize what I can make out, but for the life of me I can’t figure out how I recognize the man staring at me. I climb in my SUV and shoot a text or Kyra.
Me: On my way!
Kyra: See you soon! Mike is gone, thank god!
I cringe at her mentioning Mike, but I put the transmission into drive and pull out of the parking lot.
