33. June #3
Simon foams up some soap in his hands and steps toward me, starting at my collarbones and caressing his touch over my shoulders, paying special attention to each bump and bruise, and cut on my body.
“We have similar scars.” He hovers his finger along the one on my chest and grabs my hand to feel the subtle one on his, right above his heart, where I had tried to stab him.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“I’m not.” He goes back to work cleaning me and there isn't a spot he doesn't cover, even going so far as to kneel before me and prop one of my feet onto his leg so he can get every inch of me.
He wets his hands and applies a little bit of soap to rub over my thighs and inches toward my center.
He stares up at me as he trails his fingers over my folds and tilts me toward the water.
I clutch his face in my hands and drag him up toward me, my mouth finding his within seconds. "Take me to bed," I breathe into him. "Please."
Simon rinses the rest of the suds from us and shuts off the water. He reaches for a towel but I stop him, grabbing his arm and turning him toward me. As if he reads my mind, he picks me up like he had done earlier, only this time we're soaked and completely nude.
I kiss him again and wrap myself around him on our way to the bedroom.
He lowers me onto the mattress carefully and lays me back. “Love, are you sure?”
I reach down and grip his cock in my hand, finally getting a look at what he’s working with. I swallow and glance up at him. “I’m sure.”
Simon cages me in, his hands on both sides of my head.
He melds his mouth onto mine and kisses me with a fever that he’s never done before.
He drags his lips down my neck, sucking and licking my tender skin.
Grazing one hand down my chest, he settles his grip on his shaft as he slides it along my entrance.
He positions himself in place and stares into my eyes. “Have you changed your mind?”
“In the twelve seconds since you last confirmed my consent?” I sigh. “No.” I inch toward him and latch onto his waist, shoving him into me.
Simon moans when his cock barely penetrates me and continues to enter my eager hole ever so slowly.
“Fuck,” I blurt out, his girth stretching me wider.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I breathe. “Not at all.”
He picks up his pace, filling me even more. “You feel even better than I thought you would, love.”
“Was it worth the wait?” I ask him, my hands dragging him into me.
He leans down, his face hovering above mine. “Without a doubt.” Simon drags his thumb over my bottom lip, tugging it down. “Open up.” He stares right into my eyes as he spits into my mouth, and if I thought something else was the hottest thing someone had ever done, I was sorely fucking mistaken.
No, Simon fucking Beckett spitting in my mouth definitely tops the list.
I clench around him, my orgasm nearing closer by the second.
“Together?” He asks me.
I smile up at him and drag him onto my lips. “Together.” I swirl my tongue over his and he pumps into me harder, his climax filling me and mine happening in tandem. I tremble in his grasp and he remains inside me long after both of us have stopped shuddering.
“God damn, I love you, June.” He pecks my lips, my nose, my forehead. “So fucking much.”
“Hello,” a voice calls out from downstairs.
I blink up at him. “Was that Magnus?”
“Yeah.” He chuckles.
I crane my head toward the door. “We’re upstairs,” I yell out.
“Are you guys decent?” Magnus hollers back.
“No,” I tell him truthfully.
“Sick.” He climbs the stairs, his footsteps thudding on each one. “Can I join?” He rounds the corner and I watch him upside down. “Oh shit, you weren’t joking.” He leans against the doorframe. “About time you two boned down.”
“It’s been a long time coming,” Simon says, a bit bashfully.
He and Magnus have become friends these past few weeks, but I guess this is the first time Magnus is seeing him naked, and with his dick inside Magnus’s girlfriend. I can understand the coyness now that I fully process what’s going on.
But when I feel Simon’s cock grow harder inside of me, I realize he might not be as modest as I thought he was.
I reach my right arm back toward Magnus. “Come here.” I look at Simon. “Is that okay?”
He nods and rocks his hips gently.
Magnus kicks off from the wall. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He instantly unbuttons his jeans and tugs them over his hips, freeing his already rigid erection. He kisses me before kneeling behind me.
I lick at my lips and tilt my head closer to him as he guides the tip of it over the edge of my mouth. He plunges his cock between my lips and fucks my face tenderly. I keep my arm reached back, gripping his tattooed thigh and suck every inch of him that he gives me.
Magnus extends his grasp and places his fingers on both sides of my aching clit. He slides his hand farther, gripping the base of Simon’s cock as Simon thrusts in and out of me.
The sensation and the fullness of both of my holes send my core tightening. I moan against Magnus's shaft and gag when he fucks me a bit deeper.
Simon leans down and to the side to pinch my nipple between his teeth. He sucks it into his mouth and rolls it over his lips.
Magnus pulls himself free of me. “You okay, princess?” He strokes his shaft above me, the moisture from my mouth lingering on his cock.
“Mmhm.” I reach for him and grasp him in my hand, spinning and circling and tugging.
He collapses onto the bed next to me, giving me better and more comfortable access to him.
“Do you want to ride him, love?” Simon licks my neck and nibbles on my ear. “Do you want to sit on his cock for a little bit?” He slides himself out of me and swirls the tip up and over my throbbing clit.
I climb onto my elbow and then to my knees, spreading them over Magnus and sitting on his shaft.
Simon watches with his lust-filled gaze as the woman he loves fucks another man.
Magnus reaches up and cups both of my breasts in his hand. “God damn, princess.”
I pivot up and down on his shaft, reveling in this new angle and cock filling me. I follow Simon’s stare as he rises from the edge of the bed and comes behind me.
I lean down to Magnus, pressing my lips to his, and give Simon a better view.
Simon climbs onto the bed between Magnus's legs and nudges mine apart.
With a palm resting along my hip, Simon rubs the tip of his shaft over my already full hole.
He holds me in place, stopping me from moving anymore, and slides Magnus's cock out of me.
A moment later, he fills me again, but instead of just Magnus's cock, both of them shove into my tight pussy.
“Oh my God,” I whimper.
“I know, princess.” Magnus drags my face down and onto his. He kisses my lips and rocks his hips. “You’re taking us both so good.”
Simon keeps his pace steady until I ease back onto him and have adjusted to the mass of having them both in the same hole.
“Fuck,” I moan into Magnus and bite his lip.
“You’re such a good girl, love.” Simon fucks me a little harder, his cock growing stiffer against Magnus’s.
Magnus brings his hand up and dips his index finger into my mouth. I suck it and he drags it down to my clit, rubbing a circle with the moist digit.
“Oh god, guys, I’m…” I pant.
Magnus grips the back of my head and melts his lips onto mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. He gasps and is the first of us to climax, spilling over inside of me.
I come next, my orgasm shattering over me and my entire body shuddering with pleasure. I tighten around both of them and Simon moans, pumping his orgasm into me, too.
We lay there, a pile of sweaty sex.
I twitch and smile into Magnus’s mouth as he kisses me one last time.
He leans his head back. “Fuck.”
Simon crawls out from behind me, slowly pulling himself out of my stuffed pussy.
I climb off of Magnus and fall onto the bed beside him.
Simon lays on the other side of me, and I outstretch my arms to both men, one on each of their stomachs.
“That was fucking intense,” I tell them while looking up blankly at the ceiling.
Magnus leans up on his elbow and stares at me. “You’re definitely going to need a Plan B after that one.”
I laugh and exhale, a million emotions floating through me all at once. Simon is in my life. Magnus is okay with it. Hell, Coen is even on board with it. And he's safe. My sweet Coen is going to live. But then my heart tugs at the seams of thinking of Dominic.
The distance between us has never been greater and no matter what I do, I can’t help but feel like we might not make it through this.