I sit up on the couch, still half-naked, and I throw my head back. My eyes are still closed, my lungs working overtime as I try to reel from everything I’ve felt. It was sinful, almost decadent...and yet - it felt so good!
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I close my eyes and slide one hand down my stomach. Stretching my fingers wide, I cup my drenched pussy with the palm of my hand, trembling at my own touch. Before I even know what the hell I’m doing, I have two fingers pressed against my clit, my fingertips softly dancing over it.
I bite on my lower lip, the aftermath of that sweet orgasm turning into a pleasurable warmth. It takes over my skin, and even though that lustful frenzy has faded away, I still feel my heart beating with desire.
“Hm,” I sigh, playing with clit softly. I press down on it, while at the same time I keep drawing small circles with my fingertips. The steady movement of my fingers makes the waves of lust rise inside me once more, and it doesn’t take long for my breathing to start becoming ragged again.
“Ah,” I pant, my voice quivering and echoing throughout my empty living room. When it bounces off the walls and comes back to my owns ears, it almost sounds foreign to me - embedded in it there’s lust and wicked desire, the kind I’ve never experience before.
I don’t know what happened to me, but it’s almost as if I’m blossoming. Forget about puberty - what’s really needed to turn a girl into a woman is a perfect trio of handsome men. What? Do you think it’s overkill? Well, what if it is? I’m not complaining, that’s for sure.
I keep on working my clit for God knows long, my fingers moving frantically. I don’t think I’m in control of my own body right now - my movements are automatic, and there’s no one behind the steering wheel. I’m working on instinct alone, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s funny, but that’s exactly the way it goes whenever I’m with them. There are no thoughts inside my head - there’s just instinct, a kind of primal urge to do whatever the hell I want to. And between you and me, there are a lot of things I want to do whenever I’m with the three of them. And every single one of them is as filthy as my innocent little mind can come up with.
Oh, the things I want to do with them. I want to be on all fours, I want to be on my knees. I want to be pushed against the wall, fucked and used like a sex toy. And then I want to make love - to feel their soft lips brushing against my skin, their gentle thrusts as all of me melts away.
I want it rough.
I want it gentle.
I want it all.
To be honest with you, the how doesn’t even matter that much. As long as I have them, the three of them, I’m happy.
“Ah, fuck,” I groan, gritting my teeth as I feel an electric spike shooting straight up to my brain, crackling under my skin on its way up. My eyes roll on their orbits once more, my muscles tense up, and it even feels like my bones are rattling.
Ecstasy.
Pleasure.
I don’t even know what I should call this. Who knew that imagination could be this sharp? Thank God these three really showed me what I was capable of…
Taking my hand out of my pussy, I finally open my eyes and breathe out. My body is covered in sweat, and there’s still that sweet tingling of ecstasy under my skin.
Ah, there’s only one thing better than this, and that’s the real thing.
Chapter 20
Cara
There’s really nothing better than a warm bath. Especially after you’ve closed your eyes and allowed your imagination to roam free. Even when they’re not around, all I need to do is think of Mason, Derek, and Parker to ... God, I don’t even know how to describe it. Who would’ve known that pleasure like this exists in the real world? Sure, I knew that Abby’s books hinted at it, but experiencing it all firsthand is something else entirely.
Smiling to myself, I place one towel behind my head and sink down onto the water, my eyes closed as I feel the warm water lapping at my skin. There’s a glass of red wine on the side of the tub, and my whole apartment is covered by an easy silence—the only sound I hear is that of my own heart beating, and the water splashing softly against my breasts as I breathe.
I remain in there for a long time, sipping on my wine and replaying the last days inside my head. Just a few days ago I was wondering what would be of me if Sienna fired me, and then I ended up losing both my job and my boyfriend. Curiously, I always thought I’d lose it if I had to lose with a situation like that; let’s be real, most women would freak out if something like that happened.
But I didn’t freak out.
Instead, I feel energized by the whole thing. Suddenly the future was no longer a road that led to stability and microwaved dinners, but a sinuous path where each bend and curve hides a surprise and an opportunity. Sure, it’s more dangerous to walk down an undiscovered path ... but it’s also more exciting. Besides, I’m not alone in this path; I’m sharing it with three men, all of them more perfect than anything I've ever envisioned.
God, I’ve never been this happy in my entire —
I sit up straight in the tub as I hear something coming from outside the bathroom. I wait for a few seconds, just listening, and there’s that sound again; there’s someone knocking at my door, and they’re doing it hard.
“Crap,” I mutter, standing up and unfolding the towel where I had my head just seconds ago. Stepping out of the tub, I dry myself up as fast as I can, and then I wrap the towel around my naked body. “I’m coming!” I cry out as that incessant knocking continues, and I make my way toward the door, leaving wet footprints behind me.