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“I’m always game for fun.”

“Can I take you to bed?” he asks as Blake slides his thick length out of me.

I miss the fullness already, but I’m not sad for long. Lennox prods at my entrance.

“Later. I might fall asleep if you lay me down.”

“We can’t have that.”

Lennox reaches below us. Can he not tell my lips are wrapped around his tip? As he brings his hand up, I realize he was doing something else. He boops my nose with his sticky finger then slips it into my mouth.

The combined musky scent is the best aphrodisiac, not that any of us need one. I gladly suck. His mouth drops open as he watches. Seeing how they react to me is so perfect. I never want this moment to end.

A nudge of his cock into me causes me to break my suction. Ironic timing, but he finds a new way to make me wish for eternity by saying, “What was it you said to Blake?”

Memory is sketchy right now, but I assume he means the acronym. “BAGB—”

“No. Say the whole thing.”

Really? Which part does he want to hear? Seizing an opportunity to watch his expression closely, I draw out the statement. “Be a good boy…”

His cock twitches. His body shudders. His eyes fall shut.

So he likes being a good boy. I think they both do. I wait for him to meet my gaze again. “And put a baby in me.”

Cock twitch. Body shudders. Eyes shut. Again. I’ll have to consider that research assignment incomplete.

“Cecilia, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” He slides into me, negating any ability for me to comment.

We fall into a slower rhythm than with Blake. It doesn’t change how fast my orgasm builds. A whole lot of A++s are being given out today.

“Can we try something?”

Lennox keeps the slow thrusts going. “Anything you want.”

“Can you get behind me, Blake. I want to feel both of you.”

No verbal answer is needed as Lennox pauses while we reposition. The strength of their bodies containing me will never get old. Blake kisses my head from behind while Lennox claims my mouth and the slow strokes resume.

“You can go faster.”

Creating a breath of space between us, Lennox says, “Not if I want you to come first. I’m hanging on by a thread.”

I lean forward, let his tongue plunge back into my mouth, and savor everything about the moment. I can finally see a future where I’m pinned down in a relationship in the best ways.

The slow strokes give me time to stretch around him over and over again. I’m wound so tightly, I’m barely able to hold off my orgasm. I breathe in our scents. I enjoy all of the kisses. And even though I can hardly breathe, I decide I don’t need air.

I need them.

The swell of Lennox’s cock fills me more than I thought possible. I trust my body to them. I trust everything to them.

And I fall apart. Drifting through nothing and everything at the same time.

Lennox’s eyes fall shut as he pumps hard enough to make Blake and me gasp. The sloppy sounds of our union are the sweetest sound I ever heard. Cum, sweat, and maybe a few tears.

I’ve never been happier.

I’ve never ridden so many waves of release as Lennox draws me to places I’ve never been.