Roommates Box Set #4-6

23. Alyssa

23

ALYSSA

My breath caught in my throat as I heard someone climbing the ladder, but then relief filled me as I saw it was Raphael. “Thank you,” I breathed. “Thank you for coming back.” My dress and bra were righted again, but I knew what he’d seen before, and I hated myself for it.

He nodded and settled over by the window.

“Where’s Flynn?” I asked. It occurred to me that he might be giving us privacy, but after I said his name, he climbed back up.

“Should I go get Spencer, too?” Raphael asked. It wasn’t exactly sarcastic, but it wasn’t kind, either. I wasn’t used to that from him, but then again, he’d caught me with two men in two days. Maybe he hated me now.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” His words should’ve been reassuring, but he sounded weary.

“I just… wanted to feel close to someone after so much time spent alone.”

“Seems like you’ve been close to several someones lately.”

Flynn’s head swiveled between me and Raphael, and I was fairly certain he was putting two and two together about what Raphael meant. Crap. Kylie had told me how important communication was, but I’d let my hormones get the best of me, and now I’d hurt people I cared about.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I made a mistake.”

“No, you didn’t,” Flynn said. It was the first thing he’d said since returning to the treehouse.

“Of course you’d think that,” Raphael said.

“Because it’s true.” Flynn shrugged. “Far as I know, she’s not anyone’s girlfriend. She can do what she wants.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Flynn gave me a look that verged on sympathetic. “That’s sometimes an unfortunate side effect of doing what you want.”

I turned back to Raphael, wanting so badly for him to understand. “It felt so good, that night sleeping next to you. I felt cared for and alive. Not sleepwalking around on crutches, but truly alive. It felt so good that I guess I wanted to feel it again.”

“Except we only slept,” he said.

“Yes. But it felt amazing.”

“She wanted more,” Flynn said. “It’s not a crime.” I couldn’t tell if his defense was helping or hurting me in Raphael’s eyes.

“And you were happy to give her more,” Raphael said to Flynn.

“I was—until you interrupted.”

“Flynn!” What the hell was he doing?

He scooted over to my side. “Want to pick up where we left off?”

I tried to shove him away, but the wall of his chest was like granite.

“What am I supposed to do, watch?” Raphael said bitterly.

“Or you could join in,” Flynn said.

My gaze flew to Raphael. He looked just as shocked as I felt.

“It’s not a difficult concept,” Flynn said. “We’ve got a man. A woman. Another man. Darkness. And privacy.”

No words came out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure they ever would again. Then Raphael spoke. “What do you want?” he asked me.

If anything, my jaw dropped lower. Did that mean… did that mean he was considering it? “W-what do you want?”

“For god’s sake, you two are acting like blushing virgins. Get on her other side,” Flynn snapped.

To my utter shock, Raphael crawled over to sit next to me. Flynn fisted my hair, like he had before, and tilted my head toward Raphael. “Kiss her,” he ordered.

Raphael gaped at me, and I saw his eyes flicker to my lips. “Do you want?—”

“Yes.” I didn’t even let him finish the question.

Then his arms were around me and I melted against him. Flynn stroked my back lightly, but he gave me space to just enjoy the feeling of Raphael’s mouth against mine. It felt so good, like I never wanted to come up for air. But I had to. I peppered his cheek with kisses, just above the edge of his beard. Speaking quietly into his ear, I said, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” Raphael breathed back. He cupped my face and pulled me back, pressing his lips to mine again. Then his tongue slipped inside my mouth and I groaned, feeling totally connected to him. Owned by him. And somehow cherished by him.

We probably would’ve kissed all night, but Flynn finally put his hand on my thigh, his finger digging deep, making me yelp. Raphael pulled back and we both looked over at Flynn. “Now that you two are finally on board, how far do you want to go?”

“I want to make her come,” Raphael said instantly. I was astonished—he’d seemed so upset with me before. But he looked resolute and his words sent a thrill of excitement down my spine, so I wasn’t about to argue.

“This is just too perfect,” Flynn said, his voice filled with anticipation. “Where’s that sweater you said you brought her?”

Raphael looked around. “I guess I dropped it when I left.”

“Perfect,” Flynn said again, though the idea of my sweater lying on the ground out there didn’t seem that great to me. He tossed Raphael the flashlight. “See if you can find it.”

Flynn took his turn kissing me until we heard Raphael return. If this continued much longer, my lips would be so swollen it would look like I’d been stung by a bee. But I didn’t care how it looked, only how it felt.

And it felt amazing.

“Find it?” Flynn asked when Raphael appeared through the trap door.

Raphael tossed my sweater to him and started to climb higher. “No, stay there,” Flynn said. I exchanged a puzzled glance with Raphael, but I was already learning that Flynn was a take-charge kind of man. “Scoot forward,” Flynn demanded, his hands already on my ass, edging me closer to the trap door.

Crap, the way he manhandled me was really hot.

I ended up with my cast resting on the floor of the treehouse, just along one of the edges of the trapdoor. My good leg dangled down, and Raphael let go of the ladder with one hand and stroked it.

Flynn slid me forward just a little more, until I was almost afraid I’d fall out of the treehouse. But I knew neither man would let that happen. Then Flynn tilted me back, almost as if he was dipping me on a dance floor. My balance was all messed up, but he had his strong arm under my back, and I knew I’d be okay.

When he kissed my already-swollen lips, all concerns about falling fled my mind.

Finally, he laid me on the floor with my sweater wadded up under my head for a pillow. Then he looked down my body. “Put your good leg out to the side, perpendicular to the other, as much as you can get it.”

Puzzled, I did what he asked. I had to bend my knee a little, but soon my legs were spread wide, basically straddling the trap door.

The trap door that Raphael was standing in.

Oh.

My.

God.

Raphael got it, too. I looked down and I could see him stare hungrily between my legs.

Was this really happening? Again? I’d only had one boyfriend who ever went down on me, and he was miserable at it. And now, twice in one week… seriously? Spencer had been amazing at it, and I strongly suspected Raphael would be, too.

Flynn was smug. “Told you this was perfect.” He reached down and flipped the skirt of my dress up, baring my panties to Raphael. I gasped, but that was kind of the point, right?

Raphael put his hands on my thighs, holding my legs apart as he dipped his head. When his nose nudged the gusset of my panties, I yelped. “Scream all you want, baby,” Flynn said. “There’s no one to hear you except us.”

A finger slid under my panties, and my hips jolted off the floor. “Keep still or I’ll have to stop,” Raphael warned.

I’d sure as hell try, but I wasn’t making any promises. Really, the doctor who set my cast should’ve warned me not to have any really hot sex during recovery—but I was glad she hadn’t.

Flynn lowered his head and licked the curve of my ear, making me squirm again. “I like your dress,” he whispered. That didn’t really seem like the type of thing he’d say, but then he continued on. “But it looks a whole lot better bunched up around your waist.”

That was more like him. He pulled the stretchy neckline down, like I had before, and soon the dress was tangled around my midsection. That was the only thing it covered, in fact.

Raphael’s finger delved under my panties again, and I reached down and undid one side of my panties and then the other. They fell away and likely drifted right down to the forest floor, but I didn’t care.

“Good girl,” Flynn said. His hands slid under me and unclasped my bra. A moment later, he had one strong hand cupping one of my breasts and his mouth attacking the other. Damn, it felt good.

Raphael was doing something amazing, too. His long, narrow finger found my clit and circled it, pushing the hood back and baring it. Then he held my folds open with his strong hands and blew cool air on it. I squirmed, and Flynn put a hand on my stomach, holding me down.

His mouth trapped my nipple, and it was three-fourths pleasure and one-fourth pain. It felt like a current of electricity had opened up between my nipple and my clit, and my moans grew louder. He released me and sat back on his heels, his breathing heavy as he watched me. “Play with your tits,” he demanded.

Immediately, I cupped my breasts, squeezing them. My fingers weren’t nearly as strong as his were, and my touch felt disappointing compared to his. Flynn didn’t care. He watched me with desire in his eyes as he unzipped his jeans and freed his rock-hard erection.

Holy crap.

He was huge . Thick and red and massive. I reached out to touch him, but he pinned my wrists above my head. I moaned with longing, but it turned into a shriek when Raphael nipped at my clit with his teeth.

It was like I couldn’t relax. When one man let up a little, the other went hard. They kept me on edge—literally, since I was straddling the trapdoor—and it was the most intense thing I’d ever felt.

And then they added more sensations. Raphael pushed inside my entrance with a long finger, teasing my inner walls. His tongue flicked across my clit at random intervals, making me utter the word “please” over and over.

Flynn let go of my wrists and crouched on all fours, his mouth sucking my other nipple. Fumbling in the dark, I reached under him and found his hard cock pointing up toward his abs. It wasn’t an easy angle, but I managed to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. There was enough pre-cum to make it easy to glide my fingers over him.

He bit down on my nipple, tugging it straight out, and I shrieked again. Every sensation to my nipple affected my clit, and vice versa.

“Go harder,” Flynn said to Raphael. His long finger sank deep inside of me again. At the same time, Flynn pushed my breasts together, trying to get both nipples in his mouth. My breasts weren’t big enough for that, but his rough touch had me so turned on. I squirmed, knowing that Raphael would feel exactly how turned on I was.

My breath came out in little gasps and cries. Flynn kneaded my flesh and sucked on first one nipple, then the other. Meanwhile, Raphael was working magic. While Spencer had concentrated on long strokes up and down my slit that had felt wonderful, Raphael focused more on my clit. His long fingers pushed deep into me, two this time, and he spread them inside, stretching my inner walls.

My legs started to tremble as the pleasure increased. Raphael was as relentless as Flynn, not letting up as he pumped his fingers deep inside.

“Are you going to come for me?” Flynn growled, and I nodded frantically. I was still stroking him, but the men had me so desperate with need that I wasn’t doing a very good job.

“Then do it,” Flynn ordered. “Come now.”

Raphael caught my clit between his teeth, pressing down gently at the same time as he spread his fingers inside me. Flynn pinched one nipple and bit down on the other as a scream tore from my throat.

My whole body convulsed and Raphael threw an arm across my cast, trying to keep it still. “Don’t stop,” Flynn growled as I thrashed around.

“God!” I cried as the sensations kept coming. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost too much. Raphael sensed that and eased off my clit, his fingers still inside me but no longer spread open. But Flynn wouldn’t let up, his tongue flicking across the nipple he had trapped his teeth.

My stomach clenched as I tightened around Raphael’s fingers, and I tried to push Flynn’s head away. That didn’t work, but when I ran a fingernail along the rock-hard skin of his cock, he eased back.

Panting, I tried to absorb the sensations still rocketing through my body. I couldn’t be sure if they were aftershocks or just one long orgasm. Even though I was worn out, I kept stroking Flynn.

He was breathing hard, too. Staring down at me, he pushed my hand aside and fisted his shaft. I moved my fingers to the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum around. He stroked harder and faster than I had, and a few moments later, he reached his own climax with a roar.

I smiled at him as he sank down next to me. He nudged my hand, pushing it toward my head. I knew what he wanted. I put my finger to my mouth and licked. Flynn groaned as he watched me.

He helped me sit up, and I tugged my dress back into place. Then I focused on the man whose head was still between my spread legs. Raphael’s grin was smug as he looked up at me. “Isn’t it your turn?” I asked him.

But it was Flynn who answered. “Next time, babe. I think we’ve taxed your leg enough for one night.”

Raphael nodded and helped me get myself positioned above the trap door. Then he carried me with one arm down the ladder, just as easily as Flynn had on the way up.

My legs nearly buckled when he set me down, and then Flynn was at my side. The door to the treehouse was still open, and I remembered lantern and the bucket of beer were still up there. “What about the?—”

“I’ll come back and get them later,” Flynn said. Then he grinned. “And mop the place up.”

The two men put their arms around my shoulders and half guided, half carried me back to the house, with Ember following along in the dark. Then Raphael carried me up to the stairs to the top of the deck while Flynn stayed below.

Once up there, I looked down at him, hoping he knew how wonderful tonight had been. He looked up at me and smirked. “Seems like this would be a good time for a quote about Juliet on the balcony, but I don’t know any.”

Raphael rolled his eyes as he brought my crutches to me. They were a bit damp from the night air.

I paused when he opened the sliding door for me to go in. “Will you sleep in the bed with me tonight?”

“Absolutely,” he said.