“AHHH!” His rhythm stutters, head snapping to Yak with a menacing glare. “That’s not fair.”
“No. It’s not.”
“What? What is it?”
“The plug is a vibrator. And the one on my dick…Yak, please!”
“No.” Yak’s behind Monty now, his hands tracing down his spine. Monty moans when the plug is removed. He drops to my chest when Yak begins to push his cock inside Monty. “Make her cum again.” Monty does his best, sucking my nipples, flicking my clit, grinding his hips when he hits a magical spot inside me, but he’s struggling as Yak hammers inside him.
Monty looks up at me with desperate eyes. “Cum, please. Baby, I need you to cum.” I nod, grabbing his jaw and smashing my lips against his. He groans into my mouth, using Yak’s momentum to power his thrusts inside me. He straightens abruptly, turning his head to meet Yak’s over his shoulders. Their tongues duel, his thumb on my clit and I let my release rush through me.
Yak pulls out of Monty, rips off the condom, and drags him away from me. I sag to the bed, my pussy sore and happy. Before I can catch my breath, he flips me to my stomach and plants himself deep inside me. “Fuck me,” he grits out, covers my back with his body and bites into my earlobe with a groan. He’s rougher than Monty, relentless and demanding. I can’t see what Monty is doing but I know it drives Yak insane, pushing him closer and closer. He’s wild behind me, animalistic and merciless. I cum again with no warning, screaming their names as I collapse to the bed. His cock swells, hands digging into my hips, he holds me in place and lets loose. My name echoes around the bedroom, dragged from the depths of their souls as they find their own releases.
A boneless heap on the bed, the three of us with our legs and bodies entwined, our breathing erratic, I smile to myself…absolute bliss.
“Would you like a moment alone?” Blanche whispers in my ear and I scream in surprise, jumping a few feet off the couch.
“Wh-what? No. What?”
“You’re breathing a little heavy there, sister. Your cheeks are flushed.” I avoid her knowing gaze and stare at my lap instead.
“Blanche. Leave her alone. The cocktopus has claimed another victim.” My head snaps up and I stare open-mouthed and wide-eyed at Tovah. How did she know? Is she a witch? Does she have cameras in the suites? Everyone chuckles around me and I want to melt into the couch.
“Come on, we’re heading to lunch.” Blanche forces me from the couch. I gasp at how wet I am. Thinking about Monty and Yak in public is a bad, bad idea.
Dottie slides her arm around my waist, too short to reach my shoulders.
“Did you buy it?” She nods with a grin. “It’s perfect for you. You looked so beautiful.”
“I did.” I laugh at her confidence. Her smile drops. “You, ok?”
I smile down at her. “Yeah.”
“Really?”
“I am. It’s a lot to take.” She opens her mouth, but I place my hand over it. “Do not make a penis joke.” She frowns but nods in agreement, her eyes twinkling. “It feels like we’re moving at 100 mph and coasting somehow.”
“I get it.” And I know she does.
I lean down to whisper, thinking of our pillow talk last night. “He plays rugby.”
“Who?”
“Monty.”
“Monty plays rugby?”
“Yes.” I roll my eyes at her. “He’s in a rec league. Asked me to go to his match this weekend.”
“Goldman Girls!” Rose and Blanche stop near the door of the boutique and turn to look at us. “Sophia’s bagged herself a rugby player.”
“Oh?” Rose’s eyebrows lift. “How interesting.”
“Do you need me to carry you, Sophia? You’re walking funny.” One of these days, I’m gonna be brave enough to shave off Blanche’s eyebrows. Outside, I lift my head to feel the sunshine.
“Get down!” Men with guns are moving through the parking lot, black masks covering their faces, gloves on their hands. The older women are already in their vehicles, while the rest of us are easy prey on the sidewalk. Our security details push back, but they are outnumbered. Dottie, Blanche, and Rose stand in front of me, and I hate that they know I’m useless right now. Our guys start engaging, while pushing us toward the vehicles. We need to get away fast.
“NO!” I scream, a gloved hand gripping my arm tight. He tries to drag me away, but I scream again and pull as hard as I can. Sophie jumps on the back of the man, but he flings her off. She hits the ground hard, her head smacking against the sidewalk.
