23. Chelsea
CHELSEA
We lie in the silence of the aftermath.
I can't tell if it's supposed to be a tense silence or if we're supposed to be contemplating how disastrous that whole experience was, but I'm not doing any of that.
For the life of me, I can't find it in me to regret what happened, not when the glorious aftershocks of release still tremble through me.
I’m still splayed on Adam’s chest, my pussy twitching around his cock.
It’s still inside me, softened yet somehow still filling me up.
Neither of us seems to want to pull away.
I don’t want to lose the sensation of finally being full and sated, the tingles running through my body.
Though I know I should probably be panicked and ashamed and chasing them out of my home right now, my mind is blissfully empty and free from the consideration of the repercussions of my actions.
This was a mistake, undoubtedly. It’s going to bite me in the ass, certainly.
But right now, I cannot bring myself to care.
I’m simply too satiated.
From the sound of his heartbeat, so is he. His heart pulsing so strongly and steadily underneath my ears, a soothing rhythm that has my eyes drifting shut. I’m exhausted after the multiple orgasms wrung from my body. But exhausted in the best way.
Sam is the first one to move.
He gets to his feet, tucking his cock back into his pants. My mouth waters again, and I stare at it, and though his eyes catch mine, and his cock thickens just from that look, he simply smirks and shakes his head as he heads to the bedroom.
A few seconds later, he comes back with a blanket and tucks it over me, kissing me gently on my forehead. At the same time, Adam runs his hand down my back.
“How’s your back?" he murmurs in my ear.
“Now you ask?” Jake snorts from his position on the floor, his eyes half shut as his hand finds mine. He holds it, running his thumb over it, in a soothing caress. “You didn’t seem to care as much when you were bending her like a pretzel.”
I giggle because it’s true and also because I can sense Adam sending Jake a glare.
I surprised myself because I didn't know I was that flexible.
I still remember what it felt like to have my legs on his shoulders and around his ears, his tongue moving inside me.
I feel myself spasm involuntarily around his cock, which responds with a jump. Adam groans. “You’re going to kill me, darling.”
“You’re the ones who killed me.” My voice is so rubbery, my nerves shot. I can barely breathe and think, much less talk or protest. He’s the one who killed me.
The sound of the tap turning on in the kitchen has my eyes flying open again, even though I didn’t know they had closed. Someone walks up to me and presents a glass of water.
Before I can take it, he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me off Adam's chest.
I moan at the movement, and Adam’s hands tighten around me for a split second before they loosen, allowing me to sit up to drink the water from the glass held against my lips. I sip gently, and Jake lets go of my hand and moves to my feet, massaging them.
I groan. I didn't even know my feet were hurting until right this second, and it feels so good to have his fingers digging into the center, pressing down, kneading my muscles.
I sit there, and they pamper me, Sam making sure I get enough water, Jake with his foot massage, and Adam rubbing my thighs, looking for any kinks he can also work on.
He goes one step further and asks me:
"You feeling okay?"
I nod, holding up my thumb so Sam knows that I'm done drinking. He pulls back the glass, wiping the corners of my mouth to get rid of the excess droplets, his eyes so tender it rouses an emotion deep within me.
I won't lie, being taken care of like this reaches deep into my soul and eases an ache I didn't even know I had.
I'm not used to it, having had to learn to be self-sufficient in the early parts of my childhood.
None of my boyfriends were big on intimate touches and pampering, at least without it leading to sex afterward.
So this is the first time that I've ever felt cared for by an intimate partner, and it nearly brings tears to my eyes, but I manage to control myself.
Adam gets up and decides to go to the kitchen half-naked, showing a complete lack of inhibition or shame about his body.
Not that he should be. His body is beautiful, sculpted in all the right places, yet with a layer of fleshiness that tells you he gets his large muscles from the hard work, not from the gym.
He opens the pantry and then the fridge, “You don’t have the ingredients to make anything.”
"Yeah," I admit. "I'm not really a big cook."
"I am."
"Yeah, Adam loves cooking," Jake says. "That's an understatement. He adores cooking, and he was probably going to make you a bomb ass breakfast if you had anything in your pantry."
"Is that so?" I tease. Maybe I should get some ingredients then. I'm a sucker for a nice, home-cooked meal.
Though I shouldn't, because I don't even know if this is going to happen again, and how long this is going to last.
It occurs to me that this is probably how it would have gone had I decided not to escape in the middle of the night the first time we hooked up.
They don't seem like the type of guys who would throw me out once they were done getting theirs. I thought they might be, and I thought that I was doing us all a favor by leaving that early.
But most of it was due to my cowardice, my shame, and my need to escape what we did.
But had I stayed, it would have been like this.
They were all acting very normal about everything except for the fact that they seemed preoccupied with providing aftercare. They're not being assholes or accusing me of anything, not questioning me, or acting like I'm some kind of slut.
Instead, every touch is tender, every look lingering.
It warms my heart, and though I know it’s going to end, I decide that I can try to enjoy it in the meantime.
After Adam’s done ordering the pizza as well as the groceries, he comes to sit by me again, smiling gently as he looks down at me. “I'll make you something in the morning."
They plan on staying till morning?
“Yeah,” I clear my throat. Reality is coming back to me in increments, as well as the knowledge that I really shouldn’t be here doing this.
They shouldn’t be here. “You guys don’t have to stick around till then, you know.
I’m fine, and I know you probably feel worried because of how sick I was yesterday, but I don’t feel sick at all now. ”
They share a look, and Jake squeezes my feet. Sam doesn't move, acting like I didn't speak at all.
Then I blink at them.
“Hello? Did I not just say something?”
“We heard you,” Jake says. “We just don’t agree with it.”
“What?”
“There’s really no reason why we can’t continue as is,” he says. “We want to take care of you. In every way.” The drop of his voice makes no mystery as to what ways he’s thinking about. “We know that pregnancy can be a very delicate time, and we don’t want you to have to go through it alone.”
“I already told you I’m not alone.”
“I get that. But also…”
“We want you,” Sam says. “All of us. It's not just about the baby. We want you so badly that we're constantly drawn to you, coming back no matter how often you push us away." He trailed his finger down my cheek, his eyes dropping to my lips. "It’s clear that you want us to, at least sexually.”
I blush. “Good sex isn’t everything.”
“Great sex isn’t everything," Jake corrects, making me blush even harder. "But that’s beside the point. The point is that we like you even beyond the great sex, and it would be great if we could get to know each other."
"What, you mean by going on dates?" I snort because it’s hilarious to me to think about dating all three of them at once.
But none of them laugh along, not even Adam, who has been the voice of reason and should be on my side here.
He’s looking dead serious as he says. "Yes."
What?
The other two also look at him in confusion.
“You date all of us,” Adam says. “And in the end, you decide which one you like most. Or if you even like any of us."
"That’s…" I stammer, because I don’t even know how to respond to a proposal like that. What craziness is he even saying? “That can’t happen.”
“Why not?”
"Because it can't! Like how on earth are we going to even suggest such a thing, that I date three men and decide which one I like best?"
"You just fucked three men," Jake says with a smile. "Come on, don’t be shy. You can tell us who was better?"
I blush and turn my face away as he laughs again.
"It's so weird to ask me to choose," I say. "Do you understand how that could potentially ruin your friendship?" Are they willing to do that over me? Why? Why do they want me so badly? There's nothing special about me, except that I might be carrying one of their children.
"If you’re worried about us, you needn’t be," Adam says. "We know how to handle ourselves.”
"Yeah, we're used to sharing," Jake says. "Sometimes, sharing makes it better."
"How?" I know how it makes it better for me, but I'm not sure what they're getting out of this.
"Well, I don't know about the other two," Jake says.
"But for me, it's about double the fun. You see, hon, sometimes I'm so caught up in being with you that I can't take a second to even think about what we're doing, and I don't get the chance to watch you as much as I want.
But when I'm out of it, when Adam or even Sam is with you, then I can watch the way your eyes roll back, the way your entire body flushes and trembles.
The way you fight against your pleasure before eventually giving in to it, and the way that your entire body clenches when you're on the apex of your release.
Do you know how gorgeous you look like that? How fucking erotic?"
Hearing him say that makes my heart and lungs expand, pulling in all the air it can manage. The burning look in his eyes adds to it, his arousal apparent even though he already spent himself down my throat like three minutes ago.
I rip my eyes away from his to Sam and Adam. They all watch me with a similar animalistic fervor, their gazes speaking of an agreement to everything he's saying.
"I..." My throat is suddenly dry, my hands sweaty. "We can't–"
"Who's stopping us?" Sam says. "Don't deny that you want it to. You want us all, everything we have to offer. Don't deny that."
"Think about it," Adam says. "All of us, together and separately. You don't have to do anything but let us be with you."
I swallow again. I shouldn't. It's so greedy of me, so forbidden. If anyone finds out, the names they would call me...
But the decadent temptation is too much to resist.