~ 18 ~
PEYTON
They took me together.
They took me alone.
They took me on every part of the bed, from all angles, from both ends at once. I sighed as they twisted me, and flipped me, and bent me to their whim. Moaned eagerly as they constantly switched positions, sawing me back and forth between them. I was on my back when they pinned my legs high over my shoulders, holding them back for each other so they could take turns ravaging me, at exciting new depths that had me grunting in total, wanton abandon.
For so long, I’d dreamt of what it might be like to do something like this; to just completely and totally let go. To give myself over, body and mind, to two ripped, beautiful men I didn’t really know. Men who were comfortable enough to work together; in giving me pleasure. But also, men hellbent on destroying me, over and over again, until I was begging for mercy.
Not even my wildest fantasies could do this justice.
I smiled up at Theo and beckoned him in, the first time I took him between my thighs. His expression was a mixture of surprise and pure wonder; the gratitude of finally getting the one thing he’d desired, for so very long. What he didn’t know was that I’d shared the same thoughts about him. That on the loneliest of nights, when Donovan was off doing God knows what, I’d often wondered what it would be like to seduce the cute but surprisingly sexy computer nerd who constantly watched me. To take him upstairs and drag him into my bed, where I could lay him down and ride out the dozens of pent-up orgasms I was certainly owed.
Ripley was a wild card, though. I’d gone from hating this asshole enough to knee him in the balls, to draining those same balls, deep inside me. I reveled in how rough he could be while still maintaining some semblance of control, yet loved every moment of being manhandled by those big, strong hands. I cursed him, and kissed him, and fucked him back as hard as I could. I loved it so much it was borderline frightening, but only in the secret admission that I was desperate for more.
The whole thing was much more than sex, though. It was deep, soulful kissing. Unrestrained touching of anything I wanted, with warm, surging muscle in every direction. I loved laying between them, facing one while the other took me from behind. And when they’d finally sated their hunger, and spent themselves inside me? I basked in the afterglow, sandwiched between their two hot, heaving bodies. Kissing one of them into sweet oblivion… then twisting to face the other, so I could do the same.
In the filtered moonlight we rested, letting silence reign. It was all fingertips and goosebumps as we came down from cloud nine. All slow, sensuous kisses, and soft, breathless sighs.
They mounted me again after that, this time one-on-one. Propped on one elbow, Theo watched with a deep, twisted jealousy as Ripley nudged my thighs apart and crushed me into the bed. He fucked me deeply, with such a powerful, grinding rhythm, that actual tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. And once he’d finished, adding to the already wet mess of my greedy, swollen arousal, it was Theo’s turn. Ripley got to watch as I pushed his friend onto his back, winked at him, then rode his entire impressive length, up and down, until Theo went off like a bomb inside me.
I feel asleep after that, vaguely aware of all the places my body was pleasantly sore. My breasts were tender, and my very essence was swollen from so many grinding orgasms. My body had been pulled and stretched, my legs spread achingly wide. And my hips hurt too, I realized, from the strong, eager hands digging excitedly into them.
I woke up alone in the darkness, my lovers gone. The floor on either side of the bed was devoid of scattered clothing, even though the bed was still warm.
Wow…
Guilt set in. Not for what I’d done, because what I’d done had been pretty fucking magnificent.
No, I felt guilty because of one reason, and one reason alone.
Colson.
I’d been taken by Ripley, and I’d given myself to Theo. And I’d enjoyed it. Immensely. All while Colson — the one man who’d kept us safe and protected more than anyone else — slept soundly, a few rooms away.
It was Colson who’d led us out of the shitstorm in New Hampshire. He’d been in charge of bringing me back, and defied orders directly. He’d absconded with the entireretrieval team, and was therefore the chief betrayer. No matter what the truth, Donovan would see it that way.
Because of that, I knew full well he’d be his biggest target.
Outside on the deck, I’d sensed the energy between us. It was palpable. Undeniable, on both sides. I’d felt it in the way his heartbeat picked up; when I touched his chest. I could read it in the way those cold blue eyes had slowly searched me, up and down, as a man does a woman.
And somehow, he still found the strength to walk away.
I sat up, and a tangled cascade of sex-hair spilled over my bare shoulders. I was a complete and total mess. The air in the room was still thick with the events of an hour ago.
What happened tonight would be impossible to keep from Colson, and even harder to explain.
For now, though, a hot shower could go a long way toward delaying the inevitable.
