16. Nyah #3
I was so scared that was the reality we were facing. He’d come back. He hadn’t run. But that brought problems of its own, and all of them would begin the moment we opened the door and let the world back in.
I didn’t want to. So the longer he took, the more he drew this out, the longer we could keep everything else out.
I hugged a pillow, my face twisted to one side while his fingers splayed out over my skin.
“I can’t. It would take more than one night. Hell, it might take more than one lifetime.” He breathed out slowly. “It would definitely take more than one man.”
I whimpered at the implication. “Luca.”
He squeezed my ass cheek, massaging it, his fingers inching closer to where I really wanted them.
“He’s under my skin,” he admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking your tight little hole here.” He touched his thumb to it. “While he has his dick inside your pussy.”
He thrust into me once more, earning himself a cry of pleasure from my lips I should have stifled but physically couldn’t.
“I liked watching him fuck you,” he admitted.
“I liked you watching,” I whispered back.
He groaned.
“What else do you want to do?” I needed to know all of it as desperately as I needed air to breathe.
He fucked me slowly, pumping in and out of my body at a leisurely pace which drove me mad, especially because he didn’t let up on working my ass either. Every press of his dick was accompanied by a smaller one of his thumb, until to my surprise, I was taking all of it easily.
And enjoying it more than I could have ever imagined.
“I want to watch you take Luca and Dax. I want the three of us filling all your openings, so your orgasm is the most intense you’ve ever had.”
I peered back at him, surprised he was including Dax. “Why would you want that?”
He leaned over me, pressing a kiss to the top of my spine. “Because I know you do.”
I so did. I didn’t want to have to choose one of them. I’d found out the hard way what it felt like to have my life chosen for me. To have my hand forced by someone else.
I didn’t care if it wasn’t traditional to want three men.
I wanted what I wanted.
And if they would take me all at once, well then, lucky me.
“I want to buy every toy on the market and test them all on this pretty pink slit to see which one you like best.” He slid inside me again, my pussy gaping and wet for him, no resistance offered.
I buried my cries of ecstasy in the pillow. I ground my hips back to meet him, and he picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster, playing with both openings until I was a panting, sobbing mess.
I turned my head to breathe, but all that came out was his name. “Lynx.”
He slammed home, right at the time my orgasm crested and broke. My legs became a trembling mess, but he was there to catch me, lowering me down into a pile of pillows that supported my belly.
Because he wasn’t done. He spread my legs wider and laid himself over me, holding all his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush me.
His thrusts came slow, leisurely working in and out of me, prolonging my second orgasm for as long as he could, his own moans of need building with each one.
His arms shook either side of me. But I knew exactly how good he was at planking, and the noises he made while exercising were not even half as sexy as what he sounded like when he was actually about to come.
His hips moved faster ’til he was fucking me hard, but every inch of me welcomed it. Needed it.
I’d come but I was sure I was going to come again.
“Oh God, Lynx,” I mumbled. “Please. I can’t take anymore.”
I was so sensitive and drenched in sweat.
“You can,” he encouraged. “I just want to see you come again.”
That wasn’t going to be a problem. I felt like I’d barely finished the first orgasm when the second ripped into me.
It had my fingers twisting and my toes clenching in the sheets.
I panted through it, my entire body on fire in the best possible way.
I pulsed and spasmed around him, and his hot breath dusted my shoulders between his kisses as he groaned about how good I felt and how hard he was going to come.
I loved that he talked. I hated men who were quiet in bed, so I lapped up every word, every bit of praise and encouragement, every sweet compliment.
His orgasm filled me, and I couldn’t have cared less. All I wanted was him inside me and for him to never be anywhere else. He moaned my name when he came, and it was long moments before he pulled out, his dick wet and sticky with a combination of both of us.
He rolled me onto my back, his eyes instantly checking in with mine as he made sure everything was good between us.
He must have been satisfied with the pure and complete bliss he found there. Because he gave a slight nod, like he now believed he had done his job.
It was only then I realized the sun outside the open window had risen. It peeked through the trees, sending golden rays of light across our naked, sweaty bodies.
We were going to have to let the world back in.
And I was going to have to face the fact the world might never let us have this again.