Colson was still filling me as I exploded around him. I thrashed my head left and right, letting out some guttural, almost animalistic cry. No hand went over my mouth this time. The fingers in my hair rolled tighter though. His thick fist guided my head backwards, over my shoulder, as Colson leaned in and pressed tighter against me…
And then his lips finally, at long last, crashed into mine.
It was insane, kissing this man for the first time while he came inside me. His mouth was intoxicating; his tongue lingering with sweetness as it danced with mine. We kept kissing and kissing, our breath intermingling as the last of our orgasmic grunts and whimpers became one. And then he just held me there, his broad chest heaving against my back. The water washed over our spent bodies, as the arms around me finally relaxed.
Turning my face to the spray, I took a deep, shuddering breath that ended in a long, satiated sigh. My body was still on fire. Every last nerve ending was buzzing now; totally alive with electricity and exhilaration.
I stood up and squeezed the water from my hair before flipping it behind me. The full gravity of the situation was just now sinking in.
Three men, Peyton.
It was surreal. Unreal. Super fucking amazing.
One night.
My eyes fluttered open, expecting to see my newest lover in all his spent, Herculean glory.
But the shower was already empty.
And Colson was gone.
