45. Sexual Healing
CHAPTER 45
Sexual Healing
DUSTY
I hardly know which way is up or down anymore. All I know is that I’m lifted and tossed around. Caressed and touched in the most beautiful and pleasurable ways. Key’s filthy degradation and Joel’s praise take me to levels I never even knew existed. All I want is to be good for them. To let them do whatever they want with me because there is a single truth that I know: I trust them with my entire being.
I trust them with my heart. My body. My mind. And I would do anything for them. My gorgeous men.
“Time to show me how wet your pussy is after it’s been thoroughly licked,” Key says, and I shiver.
He grabs me, gentler than I expect, and rolls me on top of him. My legs straddle his waist and I sigh at the touch of my soaked pussy on his stomach. He maneuvers me a bit then he holds both sides of my face.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, his eyes intent on mine.
I nearly sob with desire. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please . . . please!”
I sink onto him and nearly come from that alone. It’s as if the universe knew exactly what I needed because he fits inside me so perfectly I wonder how I ever survived without him. Our desperate quickie after years apart was intense, but this is different. So intentional and thorough that I hardly know how it could possibly get better.
Until I feel the pressure of Joel’s fingers on my ass.
“Relax for me, doll,” Joel whispers in my ear. His digits push into me and combined with everything else, I hardly know how to speak anymore. “That’s right,” he coos. “You’re doing so good.”
The feeling is so strange. Not bad in any way, but new. It’s slow and rhythmic and I find myself thrusting in a groove that seems to work for everyone. Then I’m not sure if Joel or Key is responsible but something changes and suddenly Key’s cock is hitting my g spot and I know I’m about to orgasm.
“Oh god!” I cry. “Right there, please. I’ve been so good!”
There’s a momentary pause where I sense a silent exchange, and then Key thrusts just a little faster. With Joel’s fingers inside me and Key in my pussy I shake and tremble as I come for so long it feels like it goes on forever.
Key lifts himself to kiss me and it’s as if I’ve sunk into oblivion. I’m floating and can feel nothing except bliss. Then there’s even more pressure against me from behind and Joel’s breath is in my ear.
“You can take us both, gorgeous,” he says, wrapping his hand gently around my throat. “Just float here and relax.”
“Okay,” I whisper, the sound barely audible.
He pushes into me easier than before but it’s so tight. The space I have for Key shrinks as it’s taken up by Joel and my heart pounds from the intensity.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I say, falling forward onto Key’s chest. “Oh god, it’s so much,” I say.
“Dusty,” Key calls as if from some far-off place. “Dusty, look at me.”
It takes me a few seconds to find the strength to open my eyes but when I do, his hazel gaze is the comfort I need.
“You were made for this, Dusty. You were made for us.”
And when they both move inside of me, I gasp out loud with the knowledge that yes, I was made for them. Both of them.
It begins slowly then pace is quickened. Rhythm alternating, spots I didn’t even know I had lighting up inside of me, but when Joel turns my head so he can kiss me—that’s when I fall apart. Everything contracts and my vision darkens as the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life rips through me. Complete and utter euphoria.
I think Key and Joel were holding back and waiting for me because I hear their twin groans just behind my own and the calm serenity that follows when you’re completely physically satisfied.
I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without enjoying this particular aspect of physical love but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to exist without needing it all the time. I’m gently rolled onto my side, my skin resting on the sheets for just a moment before Joel pulls me into his warm body. I shiver and tremble, my adrenaline dropping after being kept so high for so long. Key disappears into the next room but I hardly worry. Joel has me and his thumb gently strokes the wispy curls at the edge of my face.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, his nose grazing mine.
The muscles of my face are sore and exhausted but I manage a small smile. “I love you too.”
“Let me clean you up, sweetheart,” Key says gently before I feel the warm damp cloth on my tender skin.
He takes his time and is thorough in his task before I find myself missing him terribly. I want his chest against my back as I fall asleep nuzzled into Joel’s neck.
“Key?” I whisper.
The bed dips and I feel him curl around me. “I’m here.”
“I love you,” I whisper, my fingers entwining with his on my hip.
He gently kisses the back of my neck and runs his nose along my hairline. “I love you, Dusty. I’ll never stop.”
It’s not long before I drift off into the most peaceful sleep of my life, wrapped in all the love I’ve ever wished for.