“Don’t come yet,” I warned, turning my gaze back over the City. Everything was so beautiful at this hour. So serene. “Fuck me slowly. Make it last.”
Adam’s hands relaxed a little. He pushed more gently against me, and I did the same.
“After all, you promised me until dawn, remember?”
Gradually we got back into a slow, steady rhythm. His long cock, gliding in and out of me. Filling me perfectly. Touching me deep.
I smiled happily as the City rolled beneath me, beautifully silent.
“There we go…”
It had been six months now. An entire half year since the whole thing started, and I’d been hired as a freelance writer for the biggest woman’s magazine in the world. Six months since I’d ditched Chloe, and Mythic Daily. Six months since I’d heard a single peep from Chris, in person or otherwise.
Fuck yeah.
Most important of all though, six months since I’d started dating three of the most amazing men in the universe.
“Yes, honey,” I purred in satisfaction. “Just... like… that.”
Adam was moving a little faster again. If he didn’t stop, he was going to make me come. Right here out on the balcony, with the whole world watching.
Should you really be complaining?
My lover felt incredible inside me, but so did Dante and Trey. All three of them had come with me this time. The four of us, finally in the City together, as one.
That’s only part of what made it so special.
I was here in New York for the second time in as many months, for one of my creative meetings with Cosmo’s writing team. I absolutely loved these trips. Their corporate headquarters on 57th street was a beautiful mix of stone and glass, that also just happened to overlook Central Park.
But then there was the second part. The part we were celebrating. The opportunity I’d been waiting for, ever since I started doing some writing, editing, and social media for the giant publication:
They were giving me a bi-monthly column, too.
In Hannah’s Head would run six times a year, and would deal only with the most complicated of relationship questions. This of course included thruples and people in the poly lifestyle, as well as a host of other uncommon ideologies that I could explore, while not writing for the magazine itself.
My original article was such a success it had made me insta-famous. So wildly and hugely popular, it had given ‘Hannah’ a whole new level of internet infamy. Getting hired to my dream job came with the responsibility and pressure of keeping that ball rolling. I worked hard on every project Cosmo gave me, and even on some they hadn’t.
That sort of initiative got me noticed, as it had with Mythic Daily. Only this job had a hell of a lot more room for growth.
“Aww, man! You took my turn?”
Trey’s voice sounded only marginally disappointed. From the way I’d drained him not so long ago, I’m pretty sure he was secretly grateful for the extra rest.
“Don’t worry,” I said, bucking back into Adam. “He’s nearly finished.”
I started fucking him again in that slow, circular way that always made him come. Screwing my ass into his body. Letting it bounce and jiggle a little, right at the edge.
Trey came over and slipped a champagne flute into my hand. He began pouring, and I saw a little strawberry float to the top.
“You guys… think of… everything,” I gasped between thrusts.
He kissed me, and I swooned. It was the one thing I never got tired of; being kissed while being fucked. It gave me such a sense of ownership, of wanton possession. Like I was a part of their cooperative. Like I was really theirs.
“Fuuuuck…”
Adam’s hands turned to claws again, digging deep into the supple flesh of my tender ass. He shoved himself home one last time, then erupted inside me, filling me with his hot seed.
“Damn that’s sexy,” I heard Trey say. He waited another dozen or so strokes, for his friend to finish every pulse, ev