I turn in his arms and run my hands up and down his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles below his shirt. He is only about 6 inches taller than me so reaching all of him is easy. When his lips get to my shoulder I turn and pull his earlobe into my mouth. Scar frantically starts to undress me and then himself.
“I would love to take my time and touch every part of you, but I want to be inside you so fucking bad that it hurts. A few hours at the apartment are never enough.” He pushes me back to the bed and then I scramble to get to the middle of it, Scar crawls over to me and kisses me hard as he pushes my knees apart and settles between them.
“Wait, I’m on the pill but we really should be using condoms.” When we were all together none of the guys wore one and I freaked out. On my way to the campus, I stopped and bought a plan B and then took a pregnancy test every four days until I got my period. Since I have been on the pill and half ass tracking my ovulation, but the fuck-fest that is going to be this week might be pushing our luck.
“I’ve had a vasectomy,” he pulls back, and I don’t have the brain capacity to unload the look on his face.
“We can talk later; I want you inside me as bad as you want to be there.”
He doesn’t say anything else, just lines himself up and pushes all the way in. “So fucking wet.” He growls, my arms go to his back and pull him even closer to me even though he is already balls deep. The weight of his body against mine makes the sensation of him being inside me so much more powerful. He adjusts his hips a little to make sure that he is as far in me as he can get and then he just sits there for a minute, my body eventually relaxes around his.
When he starts to move the room fills full of grunts, heavy breathing, and the slapping of skin. He stands up onto his knees and pulls mine tight against his side, the change in angle makes me cry out loudly as an orgasm crash over me so suddenly that I see stars.
Scar lets my legs go and places one of his hands on my lower abdomen pushing just a little, the other he uses to tease my clit. Whatever he is doing with that hand changes everything about the way that this feels, I have never had a man do that before, but it moved things around just enough that my back arches and my hands fist in the sheet. The feeling is almost painful but not quite, and my first orgasm rolls into another one that is so intense that I feel the gush of juices push out of me around Scar’s dick.
He lets out a string of curses and starts drilling into me harder, I feel him pulse inside me, filling me up with his release. We roll halfway to the side, my left leg taking most of the weight of his body, but I don’t mind. Our breath mixes between us but my eyes don’t seem to want to open after that, so I just lay there trying to catch my breath.
His left hand traces a pattern on my rib cage that makes my skin bust out in goose bumps. I giggle like a child at the feeling of him sliding out of me, which only causes it to happen faster.
“That’s not the reaction that a man wants to hear after having sex with a woman,” Scar sneers, which only makes me laugh more.
“I was screaming for you two seconds ago; your ego will be fine.” I sit up and pull him with me, I needed a shower before but now it’s bad. My skin cooled off then got sweety again, now I’m just sticky and probably a little stinky, “come shower with me, I’ll make you feel better about the laughing.”
“I would have followed you anyways, but I like the sound of that.”
I didn’t get a good look at this bathroom the last time I was here, I had only come in here to pee, and it was dark. The room is nice, with bright walls, and kept very clean.The mirror above the sink is framed in gold, the shower is big enough to fit three grown-ass people and there is no bathtub. It's obvious that this bathroom belongs to a man. It has the basics and is nice enough but there is nothing personal in here.
I step into the shower before the water is even warm, the chill seeps all the way to my bones. Scar follows me in and gives me a little yelp when the water touches him, he recovers as quickly as he can but not before I'm able to laugh at him. I can’t explain why but I am suddenly nervous, this is the first real alone time that we have had together since I told him that I loved him. He said it back, but I am suddenly terrified that I won’t be able to live up to his expectations.
I don't think that I really have anything to worry about, the guys made it very clear that they haven't been with anybody since I left but I still find it hard to believe that I'm going to be able to keep three adult men satisfied on my own. I try to shake away my insecurities, there is no reason for me to make up fake issues before we have had time to find any real ones. I want to bring up the comment about the vasectomy, but I did promise to make up for laughing, I should do that first.
When the water warms up, I push Scar under it, he lets me move his head to wet his hair and then I turn him around to face the flow of the water. I lather shampoo into his hair and then turn him around to rinse it out, then I wash the rest of his body, massaging his back as I go.
“When you said that you were going to make up for laughing this isn’t what I had in mind but I’m not mad about it.” He leans against my hands and groans when I dig my thumbs into his lower back.
“Oh, it wasn’t what I meant. We are getting to that part.” I snake my arms around his waist and wrap my hand around his rapidly growing penis. When the soap is gone, I turn him around and sink to my knees, when I look up at him through my eyelashes, he moans my name, and both of his hands go to my hair. While Pyro let me control the situation when I gave him head, Scar isn’t going to be as generous.
I lick the vein on the bottom with the flat of my tongue and when I get to the tip, he surges his hips forward. After that, he lets me play for a minute, I swirl my tongue around the tip and then take him as far as I can before pulling back and doing it again. My slick is already building up again, though I am not surprised, the way that he is holding my hair gives me a clue as to what’s to come and I can’t fucking wait.
He finally takes control, holding my head still while he flexes his hips forward and back. I sink back onto my heels and one of my hands goes between my thighs, if he is going to be the one doing the work here there is no reason that I can’t work myself over as well.
Scar keeps his eyes on me and pushed a little deeper, causing me to gag, he holds himself there until my eyes water and my lungs burn with the need to breath normal. Whatever pain there might have been goes straight to my clit and my body starts to spasm. The moans of my orgasm must have pushed him over the edge because he blows in my mouth. I swallow some of it but mostly I let it run out of my mouth and down my chest.
When he is done, he drags me up and kisses me—with tongue. I have always thought that men that refuse to kiss you after going down on them are childish. That is your own member and most of them want you to taste yourself, either on their lips or their finger. So, what’s the fucking difference?
When he is done kissing me, he takes the chance to wash my hair and body. When he combs the conditioner through my hair with his fingers, he massages my scalp and the noises that I make are more sex than massage.
“You keep doing that and we are not going to be leaving this room for quite a while more. I don’t know how long I can keep you to myself before the other two come breaking down my door.”
He’s right, and as much as I have enjoyed this time just him and me, I do miss Bell and Pyro. I don’t see myself ever getting time alone again, one of them is always going to be around, and I’m happy to say that I am totally okay with that. I know that they would leave me alone if I asked them to but if I don’t want to be alone, I won’t have to be again.
18
Finley
It’s a Friday at 6 which means the gate to the compound is open and the bar is already loaded with people. For most of the week the gate stays closed, we all have clickers or codes, but they don’t let just any one in. Fridays and Saturdays are different, they open the bar to the public and put any of the more illegal things away. Of course, the bar has all its permits and is legal across the board, they just don’t need income from it, so they don’t open it every night. Also, there are way too many illegal things that go on around here during the week to risk being over heard by someone drinking at the bar.
“I though that one of your guys was going to have to come after you!” Zoe jumps up from the spot on the bench that she was sitting at with the guys and gives me a big hug—she’s been drinking—before she bounces back over to sit between Top and Hollow. She is wearing a blue sundress with sunflowers on it, she couldn’t look more out of place, but I love the confidence that she has to do it in this crowd. I roll my eyes when Top’s fingers run up her leg and under the hem just a little.