“I haven’t spoken to anyone about it, and none of you have asked me what happened. You just console me and hold me and make me feel safe, yet it’s like I need to tell it.”
Grey nodded his head. “Go on then. Let it out. Tell us what happened.” He squeezed some body wash onto the washcloth and then began to massage her legs. Her knees were sticking out of the water. Her breasts swelled with desire and her nipples hardened by his touch. Grey began to massage her shoulders and wash her back at the same time.
“They told me they were sending my friend a message. They wanted to ensure she got their meaning. There was no way to fight them. I think besides the pain of their strikes and kicks, and the way they ripped my clothes and touched me places…” She paused a moment and closed her eyes, feeling the tear roll down her cheek.
“The worst was the feel of the barrel of the gun against my temple. I never felt such fear before. That’s what makes my nightmares so terrible.”
“That’s not an easy thing to forget. To feel so vulnerable and weak, to think that man was going to pull the trigger and end your life, is definitely something to cause nightmares,” Grey told her, acknowledging, legitimatizing her pain, and the weakness she felt. They understood. They got it. They didn’t think she was weak. Why was it that she needed them to know she was a strong woman under normal, rational circumstances?
“You’re a very strong, very beautiful young woman. Feeling, experiencing weakness, fear like that has lasting effects. They’re only nightmares. Your mind’s approach to handling what happened and processing it. You’ll get through them. You’ll lose that fear and gain back control. But know you’re not alone in this. We’re here now, India. No one will ever hurt you again,” Fisher added.
“We won’t let anything bad happen to you. We’re your protectors now, your lovers,” Grey whispered as he held her gaze.
She looked at Grey, at Fisher then back at Grey. Her emotions, and the power of the strong bond already between them shone through in this moment. She wanted them. She needed them. Hell, she loved them.
“I’m done.”
“Already?” Fisher asked, but she kept her eyes glued to Grey as she slowly stood up, ignoring the slight aches and pains.
“More than ready,” she whispered.
Grey reached for the towel but instead of holding it open he leaned forward and licked along her wet nipple. He suckled kind of hard and she moaned, tilting her head back.
“Grab the lube, Fisher. You and I are making love to our woman together.
He wrapped the towel around her and swept her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all.
Carrying her from the bathroom, India kept her head on his shoulder and held onto him.
He set her down and gently, slowly dried her body.
When he lowered to one knee and lifted her foot up onto his other thigh, she gasped, holding onto his shoulder for support.
“Let’s make sure this pussy is wet and ready for us, baby. You’ve got my cock so hard and thick.” He leaned forward and kissed her belly. She immediately gripped his head as he trailed kisses lower until his mouth latched onto her labia.
Using his tongue and teeth, he brought her pleasure as she jerked her hips and pressed his head firmer against her mound.
Behind her Fisher kissed her shoulders and lowered down, kissing along her spine until he got to her ass. He spread her ass cheeks and licked along the hole, arousing her.
“Oh God. Please, I need you. I need you both inside of me.”
She felt Fisher stand up and then Grey turned her around and lifted her up onto Fisher who lay on the bed, naked and cock in hand.
“We need you, too. Grey, pass me a condom,” Fisher said.
“No need for any. I’m on birth control,” she told him and he smiled.
She climbed up onto his body, caressing his muscles and lowering her cunt onto his shaft, taking him inside of her. No barriers. Nothing between them, just flesh against flesh. She moaned and eased down then back up again, starting her own pace. She was lost in the sensations of him filling her and her body reacting. She ran her hands along his hard chest. She pressed her fingers against the muscles and relished in how hard, how physically fit he was. Her fingers pressed over the colors of the tattoo on his chest, shoulder, and arm. They locked gazes and once again it seemed to her their connection grew a notch or two. No words could be said about how they felt. It was incredible and she would worry about the future later. Not now. Not like this.
Fisher cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples, pulling on them just as Grey kissed her shoulder from behind.
“I love the way your skin tastes and feels. You’re a feast, sweetheart,” Grey whispered against her skin. She shivered from his words that aroused her.
India sighed as she felt the cool liquid to her ass, and then Grey spread her cheeks.
She closed her eyes and savored in the feel of both men surrounding her. She imagined Grey’s muscles, the tattoos along one arm and his large hands as he massaged her ass. He pressed fingers to her anus, filling her with lube so he wouldn’t hurt her.
The sensations stimulated her body and she felt almost desperate even though Fisher was thrusting his cock upwards into her pussy while he played with her breasts.