A panting, sweaty Corey pulls out, and he moves out of the way so Andrei can take his place. Meanwhile, he moves up to sit on the bed beside me and kisses me again, his hand resting on my belly.
Gaining a little confidence, I put my hand over his and slide it upward until it’s resting over my breast, then curl my fingers over his, making him squeeze. He takes the hint and massages the tender flesh, tweaking my nipple gently with his fingertips.
While Corey plays with my tits, Andrei sinks his cock deep into my messy cunt and lets out a low groan that sends pleasurable shivers down my spine. I’m not expecting him to feel all that different, but between his slightly girthier package and its slight upward curve, all new sensations run through me.
That extra curve means that with every thrust, he’s brushing against my clit, and the pleasure is immense. I’m already cumming for the…fourth, fifth, time? I’ve lost count by now, but after three strokes, I’m there again.
I’ve never felt this good before. My sex life hasn’t been utter garbage or anything, but no one has ever made me feel like this. This feels like the stuff of pure fantasy, two gorgeous guys fawning over me and bringing me endless pleasure.
Hard to believe this was the “condition” they’d asked for doing me a favor. “Sure, we’ll knock you up, but in return, you have to let us give you as many orgasms as we want.” Where’s the downside of this deal, exactly?
I think the final count of my own climaxes is seven by the time Andrei is stiffening and filling me with a second load. But when they’re both lying next to me, the three of us a tangled, sweaty heap, I really don’t give a shit about the count.
I’m tapped out, sated on a level I never knew existed. They’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from my writhing body and left me a dripping, worn-out mess.
“Is it fucked up that part of me hopes we were unsuccessful and we’ll have to do this again?” Corey asks.
I laugh. “Maybe a little, but if you’re fucked up, so am I.”
It makes me wonder how this works. “So is this just kind of a one-and-done thing and now we wait and see if I get my period in a few weeks, or…?”
“Personally, I think we should give it a few tries,” Andrei says with a smirk, “You know, just to make sure.”
I grin. “Right. Just to make sure.”
Chapter Six
Andrei
A Few Weeks Later
I’m starting to wonder if I made a mistake.
Things with Marlene have been going on for a little while now, and last night was the first night in a week that she hasn’t spent the night in our bed. And even though I went to sleep with my boyfriend, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, beside me, I still missed her presence. A lot.
I’d insisted so hard that nothing would change, but clearly I was wrong, and I wonder if this was a mistake. Not because it’s bad, but because it’s too good, and now I’m not sure how to give it up.
I thought this time would be like the others, where we had our fun and then things went back to normal. I thought maybe after the first time, I’d have gotten the itch out of my blood, but instead, it was like a single taste of her had left me hopelessly addicted.
I’ve always liked spending time with her, but somehow now, I like her even more, and not just when we’re up to bedroom antics. It’s like now she’s dropped a wall I never even realized was there and we’re finally seeing the full, real Marlene.
But I’d promised her we wouldn’t get attached. I’d assured her over and over again that this wouldn’t change things between us, but clearly it had.
I feel guilty, like I’d broken a promise to her by falling for her in spite of my best efforts. And then I think of Corey and my guilt increases tenfold. I love Corey, that’s never been in question, but my feelings for Marlene are still growing.
I can’t lose Corey. I won’t. So whatever these feelings are, I remind myself that this is all temporary and that the moment she gets a positive pregnancy test, it’ll be over. We’ll go back to being just friends.
But the thought of it still makes my chest ache, because some idiot part of me has been imagining the three of us raising her baby together.
“Hey, you okay?”
Corey’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I realize I’ve just been standing at the bathroom sink staring off into space. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, snapping out of it and picking up my toothbrush.
“You sure? You didn’t exactly look okay just now.”
“Just thinking,” I keep my gaze on the brush as I squeeze a little blob of toothpaste onto it.
“What’s on your mind, love?” he asks.