29. Mila
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I raise my gaze, finding Mack right in front of me. He still has a hand on my thigh, and takes my hand with the other, to comfort me, I guess.
I lean in and kiss him.
For just a moment, he seems surprised that I took the initiative, but then he meets my kiss passionately. I need contact, I need to feel them against me, just so I can feel human. To feel cradled between all three of their bodies and know that nothing can get at me without getting past them first.
The moment we disconnect, I whirl and find Scrapper. He's ready, capturing my head between his hands and pulling me in. His tongue teases my lips until I open to him and tangle his tongue with mine. I grab his forearms, gripping them as we kiss, pressing myself hard against him.
When I come up for air, gasping like a free diver in the ocean, I turn to Reaper. Our lips meet roughly, and he settles me on his lap so I'm straddling his narrow hips. I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers dig into my sides, an aching promise that he'll never let me go. A crooked smile forms on his lips as we part.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Just…” All sorts of intrusive thoughts flood me. I draw a shuddering breath, then look right into the darkness in his sexy eyes. “Be good to me. Make me forget, at least for a little while. Make me feel human again.”
“You sure?” Mack asks from right behind me. I press my back into him, leaning back while Reaper starts to pull off my shirt.
“Stop asking. Please.”
When my shirt hits the floor, Scrapper leans in. “We're gonna take care of you,” he says in a harsh whisper. “Now, and after.”
Leaning forward, I put a soft kiss on his lips. “That's all I want.”
My bra goes slack. I don't know if it's Mack or Scrapper with the clever fingers this time, but it doesn't matter. It only matters that we're all here. I shake the lacy fabric off, and a little laugh escapes me at how Reaper's eyes follow the jiggle of my breasts.
Mack's shirt flies past me to land on a chair. The clink of Scrapper opening his belt buckle sounds to my left. I put both of my hands underneath Reaper's T-shirt and push it up as I slide my palms over his washboard abs and the broad planes of his chest. When it's almost to his neck, he yanks it off for me, his thick, black hair flowing as it spills back into place. I bury my face in his neck to nibble and kiss the flesh there.
Mack reaches around to capture my breasts in his big hands. They fit so perfectly into his palms, while he gently drags his thumbs back and forth over my nipples, making me tingle all over. His hardness nudges against the small of my back as he kisses the top of my head, and his thick beard brushes through my hair, tickling my scalp.
Scrapper drops into the couch next to us, achingly hard with a drop of promise glistening on the tip. He slowly strokes himself as he watches intently, like he wants a turn, but isn't sure where he fits yet, and not wanting to rush me. But Reaper needs to get his pants off anyway, so I roll off his lap and right into Scrapper’s. I push myself against him, trapping his hard length between us, so close that when I brace my hands against his strong shoulders and flex my hips, my clit rubs against the side of it. It feels nice. His hands capture my ass cheeks, helping lift me up and down against him.
Mack pulls at me from behind, so even while my hips are grinding into Scrapper, I'm arched backwards to let him continue kissing me from above. A mouth settles around my nipple, and I know Reaper's caught up, too. All four of us, together again, but it’s different than the first time. We mean something to each other now, and it feels more tender, at least for now. I’m sure things will get wild, but this is a nice way to start. And I love that even with their rough natures, they understand me well enough to see what I need. Maybe we'll make it after all.
Reaper switches breasts, his stubble scratching my skin as he makes sure I get the same treatment on both sides. Another sign that we’re alive and together. Right now, I want it all. I want to drown in their attention.
But I want something more. Something else. Pushing off, I roll out of Scrapper's lap, landing at the opposite end of the couch from where I started. I spread my legs and slide my hips towards them. “Kiss me,” I say, hoping it's obvious where I mean.
Mack drops to his knees in front of the couch with a grin. He grabs my legs just behind the knees and pushes them back until I'm almost folded in half, opening me to him. He smiles up at me with the confidence of a man who knows he's about to blow my world, then plows his tongue through my folds. It's not just his dick that's big. I swear his tongue touches every part of me at once right up until he flicks the tip over my clit, making me gasp. Then he goes right in there to do it again. I shut my eyes and just let him do his thing, riding the sensuous heat that floods me with every skilled swipe. God, he's good.
Wet warmth encircles both of my nipples. Dexterous fingers slip behind my neck and into my hair, while others trail along the back of my raised thigh and down towards my hip and the curve of my ass. When I look, there's Reaper on my left breast and Scrapper on my right, while they explore my body. One of them finds that spot right at the small of my back that makes me purr like a kitten.
They're so hard. It looks almost painful, but they aren’t rushing. They're just focusing on me. Making me feel good. I love that, but while being worshiped is nice, the joy of it is the interaction, the wonder of moving together. So I reach out to Reaper and Scrapper, taking one in each hand.
They groan at the same time, their voices vibrating against my breasts. Is that what it feels like when I hum around their cocks? I understand why they like it.
I close my eyes again, letting the sensations envelop me while I start to stroke. I love the way they pulse under my fingers, how they slicken as my palms catch their precum and spread it over their hot skin, how I swear I can feel their heartbeats pound as blood rushes through their thick veins.
Mack dips his thick tongue into me, filling me for a moment before he paints me with it, through my sensitive lips and back up to my clit. When he falls into a repeating swirling pattern around it, I moan in appreciation. My orgasm’s building, faster and faster, as he drives me there one lick at a time.
“Fuck, I'm gonna shoot all over you if you don't ease up,” groans Scrapper and pulls himself out of my hand. “Your hand is fucking magic.”
He leans in and kisses me hard, and I lose my grip on Reaper, as Mack’s teeth come down around my clit, biting gently but firmly right before he flicks his tongue over the trapped nub.
I groan into Scrapper's mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on while I explode between the three of them. My whole body quivers, almost like when I had a fever, but the heat that rushes through me this time is pure pleasure. My stomach flexes like I'm doing a sit-up, my muscles taut. If they weren't holding me down, I'd be launching right off this couch.
When I finally come back to earth, they're all kissing me. On my breasts, on my lips, on the insides of my thighs, bringing me down gently. But I’m all done with gentle. All three of them are solid as steel, and I need them inside me.
“Fuck me. Any one of you. I don't care who. All of you.” I force the orders out between harsh breaths, and they laugh.
“Are we making you feel human?” Scrapper asks, “Or are we just bringing out the animal?”
I slap him on the arm. “Shut up and get in me.”
He laughs again. “I like it when you're bossy.”
He picks up his jeans to pull out a condom, but I grab his wrist. “No.”
I get a questioning raised eyebrow in return. “No?”
“I'm safe. I want you bare. All of you. Skin on skin. I want to feel you fill me.” I trail my fingers up his chest to flick one of his nipple rings. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
The condom packet sails across the room, never to be seen again.
Scrapper nudges Mack out of the way so he can position himself between my legs. He holds himself, aiming the glistening head of his cock at my folds until he's parting them and rubbing against me. Not inside, not yet, but all it would take is a little nudge. “You sure, babe?”
I nod. Reaper was the first time I went unprotected, but that wasn't on purpose. We were just caught up in the moment. This time it's deliberate. I know my IUD will keep me from getting pregnant, but just the feeling of it, the surrender—knowing that we've grown so close that I can't imagine anything between us…
“Fuck me, Scrapper.”
He enters me with a moan. Spreading me around him, hot skin against hot skin. The only lubrication is us, and I'm so slick for him. You wouldn't think it would feel so different, and maybe it's just in my mind, but it just feels rawer, dirtier—sexier, as I wrap my legs around him an urge him to fuck me faster. Harder.
The other two are stroking themselves slowly, moving to either side of me so I can take them both in hand and guide them closer to my mouth. I start with Mack, swiping my tongue over his thick head and getting a salty taste of him. Then I turn to Reaper and suck him right in, swirling my tongue twice around the thick ridge that separates the crown from the shaft, before I switch back to Mack, drawing him in as far as I can while being rocked by Scrapper's powerful thrusts.
I feel like a porn star, and I play it up, humming my appreciation and licking my lips between swaps as I smile up at the guys. The way their eyes follow me, I'm pretty sure I'm doing it right. Then again, they're an easy audience. I bet people would pay to see something like this, not that I’m interested in switching careers, but it's a sexy thought. It reminds me of the exhibition room in the club. Would I dare? I don't know for sure, but we're definitely going to turn the screen on the next time we play.
“Fuck, I'm getting close,” groans Scrapper. No wonder, too. He's driving me into the couch, his hips striking the backs of my thighs hard with every thrust. If Mack and Reaper weren't playing with my breasts, they'd be bouncing all over the place.
I love it when Scrapper groans and pushes himself deep. I know I'm not supposed to be able to, but I'm absolutely sure I'm feeling the heat of his thick cum flooding out and coating my insides. I definitely feel how his shaft throbs and twitches as he loses himself in me.
“Fuck, that was good,” he moans as he slips out of me. He's barely out of the way when Reaper takes his place and nudges himself inside.
“You don’t mind?” I whisper.
He chuckles. “Not if you don’t.” The mixture of me and Scrapper makes everything extra slick, but he's still a stretch. They all are. It doesn't matter how ready I am, I'm never going to be fully adjusted to men like this, but that's part of what I love about them.
While I stroke Mack with my left hand, I call Scrapper over with my right. He's still well past half hard, a little relaxed, but long and thick. And I want him in my mouth. I love how wide his eyes get when he realizes it, followed by a broad smile.
“Fuck, babe, I love when you get dirty.”
I draw him in and he tastes of us. Salty, sweaty, manly. While I suck in as much as I can, I tease his balls with my fingertips. I don't know if I'll be able to get him up for a second round, but I'm definitely willing to try.
Then I switch my mouth to Mack, who's waiting so patiently for his turn. Then again, the way his eyes keep flitting between my lips around his thickness and down to where Reaper is plowing me like he's got somewhere to be, maybe he's not that patient after all.
Even at the party, I don’t remember it being this hot, this messy. Reaper’s thick cock strokes my insides just right, and I know that it's Scrapper that's dripping out around him, making the insides of my thighs glisten. I love that they're so comfortable with me, with each other. Early on, I wondered if I'd feel divided between them, if being with three men would mean trying to maintain relationships with each of them, and figuring out how to share equally, but this is bigger than that. We're a unit. It's not just me and them, it's all four of us, and together, we can do anything.
Full fat cherry cheesecake.
There’s no going back to diet.
“Fuck,” Reaper hisses. His thrusts are getting faster, harder, more erratic. He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me against him with every thrust. It's obvious he's close.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Come in me.”
He groans, pressing so hard against my hips the couch creaks. He pulses, over and over, as he makes even more of a sloppy mess out of me. I bury my fingers in his thick, black hair and I pull him in for a deep kiss. We devour each other, connected at both ends.
He slips out and I reach down between my legs to feel myself. So slick, so hot.
They chuckle as they rotate and Mack gets into position. He grabs himself, then slides the big head back and forth, making it slick with all of us.
When he bumps against my ass, though, my eyes go wide. “Wait, I don't think I'm quite ready for?—”
“Beautiful, I'm just making sure I'm good and ready for you. For that, we need real lube. So not this time.” And then he's back up against my pussy, pressing gently against my entrance. I open for him as he glides in.
Not this time? But maybe another time? I'm not sure I'm up for that, but then again… I've seen enough porn to entertain the possibilities. What would it be like to have all three in me at once?
Mack doesn't give me time to wonder about it as he splits me open, pressing in to the root. I moan, deep in my throat while my hands search for something to hold onto. Scrapper gives me his cock that's almost back at full mast, while I find Reaper's thigh as he prepares to feed me his. I open and take him in my mouth, knowing that I'm tasting three of us together now.
I pull Scrapper close, and switch between him and Reaper. I want to make them come again, if I can. Like a personal challenge. They're so good at getting me off, and I need to return the favor. Last time, Mack was an almost uncomfortable stretch, but this time his size is absolutely glorious. I lock my lips around my two other favorite cocks and jerk and suck them like I need them to live. Their pleased moans indicate that I'm at least not doing a bad job, even if Mack's making it harder and harder to concentrate.
I've never found it easy to come just from straight up fucking, but after already coming once, and with the third guy in a row, and the wild sexiness of it all, I'm pretty sure it's going to happen again. There's something about each of them that seems to fit me just right, just perfectly, like they were all made especially for me. I don't really believe in soul mates, but if there is such a thing, I'm pretty sure they're it.
“Fuck, Mila,” groans Scrapper. He's close, again.
Mack's pounding me like a truck, true to his name. Every thrust rocks me hard, his thickness pressing cum out of me to drip down and cool my skin. Reaper moans as I let him pop from my mouth and take Scrapper in, and then back again. This time, my boobs are bouncing all over, and I don't care. Not until we’re all wrung dry.
Everything builds to a peak and then spirals at once. The hot surges that have been coursing through me suddenly collide in my core. As fireworks explode on the insides of my eyelids, Mack fills me with all he's got and lets go with a throaty groan. Scrapper curses a quiet, “Fuck,” and then something hot and wet spatters all over my breasts. Reaper only hisses, and then I taste his second load spilling over my tongue, as my whole body goes tight around Mack's spurting cock.
We couldn't have timed it better if we'd tried.
When I finally look around, it looks like a bomb just went off in the middle of the room, clothes everywhere and all of us breathing heavily and grinning like idiots.
“That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever been part of,” says Scrapper with a pleased sigh.
He's right. The first time together was mind-blowing, but now that there's more to it? Now that we're connecting on a whole different level than just a one-night stand? God, this was so freaking intense. But I'm not quite ready to make words yet, so I just nod.
“We might have to replace the couch,” notes Reaper.
“Oh God.” And then I start laughing, unable to stop. I needed this. A release, a way to ground myself again. And to remember that I've got the guys at my back, no matter what happens. When I finally get my laughter under control, I gesture towards the bathroom. “Maybe one of you big, strong men could get some towels?”
Instead, Mack scoops me up into his powerful arms. “How about a shower?”
That sounds good too, and amazingly enough, we manage to fit all four of us in there, even if it's kind of tight and we have to rotate who stands in the actual shower. Just another proof that when we work together, there's nothing we can't do.