Chapter 25 #2
When our eyes meet, I expect him to look away or to glance at his lovers, but instead, he stares at me. He raises one thick brow, and the very corner of his lips curves up in a sly smile.
That’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge for the second time tonight. Remi fucks me deep, balls slapping loudly against my skin. The growl of his pleasure rips from his chest, and his dick pulses inside me, the warmth of his cum filling me up.
I convulse as I come, muscles twitching as intense pleasure so deep and wonderfully brutal echoes through every nerve in my body.
My orgasm triggers Kai’s, and he comes with his own muffled cry.
I suck him down, sealing my lips as best I can around him as his salty flavor coats my tongue, a bit of it leaking from the corner of my mouth.
His release is as relentless as mine. He comes and comes until his body sags into the bed beneath him. When his cock softens and the aftershocks of my pleasure turn from lightning into small sparks, I take my mouth from him and pull in a long breath.
My body grows lethargic from the exertion and satisfaction. Despite the nap I took earlier, I feel like I could sleep for a week. Still, I can’t deny how good I feel. I’m more relaxed and at ease than I’ve been in…well, a really long time.
Remi’s hands smooth down my backside and thighs as he slowly pulls out. I groan as his cock exits my tired and well-fucked body, his spend dripping from my used sex. I love fucking, but the after is so messy.
I lift off of Kai’s face. I feel his chest rising and falling and his fingers lightly pulsing on my hips, but he makes no attempt to move. Maybe I should call him Aquaman instead of Angel Boy given his extreme ability to hold his breath.
Before I can remove myself completely, I’m stopped by Remi. “Wait, love, Kai’s going to clean you up.”
I would assume he’d mean with a warm cloth, but that’s not what happens. I hear a pleased hum from Remi’s right as Kai’s tongue laps at my pussy. Is he…?
Oh my god. He is.
Blood rushes to the surface of my skin, and my nipples tighten in painful arousal.
Kai proceeds to lick up my cum that’s mixed with Remi’s.
He grips my hips and pulls me back down so he can reach my entrance, dipping his tongue inside and moaning.
He doesn’t stop until Remi is satisfied and Kai has cleaned every last drop.
That shouldn’t have been so hot, but I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t.
Before I can give in to my body’s building hunger again, I slowly and a bit awkwardly climb off Kai. Remi offers me help, but I shake my head. If he touches me, I won’t leave this room tonight, and that would not be good. I don’t do sleepovers with men I’ve slept with.
Kai lifts up on his forearms and grins lopsidedly at me. His beard is wet, and his lips are swollen, but there’s no mistaking he’s perfectly fine and looks like a cat who caught the canary.
Remi offers a hand to help him sit up, and unlike me, he takes it. This is no different than when I watched them be sweet with each other in the hallway earlier. Remi checks to make sure Kai’s good and kisses his forehead before their attention focuses back on me.
Now that the sex is over, the weight of today settles in.
I spent the afternoon and evening being spontaneous, getting to know strangers who have been nothing but kind to me even when I’ve been less than nice to them.
I feel good, lighter, and I had the best orgasms of my life.
I’ve done and said things I never thought I would do.
My stomach flips with a sinking feeling, and now I’m wondering if all of this was a bad idea. I’ll leave here as soon as the roads open, and I’ll go back to my cold life as the Ice Queen.
I can’t start thinking that things could be different, because they won’t be.
The three of them will go on about their lives, and I’ll go on with mine.
This was only sex, and now I need to go to my room and remember that I’m better off without getting close to them and being disappointed when they see the real me.
Emotions are a liability. Control is power. Now I need to take back complete and utter control.
“How are you feeling, love?” Remi asks. His eyes narrow as he studies me, like he can tell something shifted. Is it written on my face?
I force a small smile and stand from the bed. The delicious ache between my thighs is both nice and a bit annoying, only because I know that ache will never be filled again. Not by these men.
“I’m fine. But I should be going to my room.” I move around Remi and start to pick up my clothes, pulling my blouse on without my bra and my pants without my underwear. The quicker I get out of here, the better.
“No need to rush off,” Kai says as he stands, picking up his own pants and sliding them on. “We could—”
“It’s fine.” I stop him. “This was…”
“Amazing, beyond words?” he suggests.
My heart cracks at his sweetness, and I can’t stop myself from stepping forward and kissing him on the mouth. I pull back before he can deepen it.
“You did good, Angel Boy.”
His warm laughter attempts to thaw my heart more than it already has today.
Remi appears next to him, and I look up at the massive shirtless man who just fucked me six ways to Sunday.
He looks nearly too perfect for what just happened, not a hair out of place on his head and his cock already tucked back in his pants.
“You don’t have to run off,” he says.
“I’m tired; you two wore me out.”
I pick up my bra and lift onto my toes to kiss Remiel’s cheek. “Thanks for the fuck of a lifetime, Daddy.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but I’m already on my way out the door, bra in one hand and shoes in the other, leaving my thong behind. It was probably ruined, anyway.
The last pair of eyes I see before I close the door are Sam’s along with what I swear is a pulse of dark shadows behind him that oddly reminds me of tentacles. That would be absolutely wacky, though. I guess I’m more tired than I thought.
Which means sleep. Sleep is what I need. Or maybe I’ll curl up in bed and read a bit of the new monster romance I brought, unwind a bit from the interesting and totally out-of-the-ordinary day I’ve had, one that has me questioning more about myself than I have in years.
I exhale as I close the door and lean against it. Remember, Greer. Emotions are a liability. Control is power.