When I was finished with a soul-splitting orgasm, at last, Luke and Alexander pulled out, and Rome dropped down on top of me and pressed me into the bed. He began to fuck me slowly, steadily, with his weight crushing me.
I gasped and cried his name over and over as he slid back, eased inside, and repeated it. He tilted my head towards him carefully and kissed my neck and ear. Our bodies moved as if trapped in half speed, twisting and writhing against each other until it finally happened.
We fell against the shore together, letting the waves of increasing intensity wash over us until I could barely breathe. My pussy was so well fucked and eaten that every inch of him was an excruciating endless ecstasy, and I felt as if I was floating above the bed, looking down at the bodies below.
With one final thrust, he swelled and spilled his own hot load to join the others. I was crying by then, soundless sobs of the purest joy as tears streamed down my face.
After that, they kissed and loved me until we fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.
We woke sometime in the morning, showered, and fell asleep again until the afternoon.
I couldn’t imagine myself happier than I was at that moment.
I wish I could have bottled it up and kept it with me because that would be the last time I felt normal for a very long time.
The last time everything would feel okay.
* * *
“Oh my god,”Harlow said, looking up from her spot on the couch near the fire. It was evening, and the sun was setting. She was reading a book and munching from a bowl of popcorn on the table next to her. “I thought I’d never see you guys again. I just assumed you fell down some sex black hole or something.”
“It felt like it,” I said and leaned back against Luke. He tucked his arm around me as Rome brushed against my hand. Alexander was heading for the kitchen in pursuit of food, and I took a moment to admire his fine ass as he walked away.
Luke and Rome flopped onto the couch opposite Harlow, a wide blue velvet one that felt like laying on a cloud. I curled up on their laps and let them pet me like I was a pretty little pet.
We chatted, and I listened as she talked about the book she was reading. She’d been enjoying her day in the rare luxury of doing nothing, something most Lowers didn’t get a chance to enjoy, given the busy nature of their lives.
After a while, I realized it had been too long since Alexander had left us. I stood up and said, “I should go see if he needs help.”
“Do you need us?” Rome asked, but he looked too cozy on the blue velvet cloud.
So I shook my head and said, “If I’m not back in ten minutes, come looking for us.”
Of course, I assumed I’d be back in five or so. Besides, if it was longer, then we probably would need help carrying our feast to the sitting room.
I strolled into the kitchen wearing fluffy pink pajamas that I’d brought from Crimson. I wasn’t exactly a girly girl, but I did love comfy pink things like pajamas and slippers, especially after the working over I’d gotten earlier. My body still ached, and I wondered if I’d ever sit down without thinking of Luke and Alexander ever again.
The kitchen was empty, and there were some dishes and bowls set out on the counter, along with a few instant meal kits and some fresh fruit. It looked like he’d started cutting up the fruit and gone in search of something else. I remembered the pantry was off the smaller chef’s kitchen, so I went off in pursuit.
“Alexander?” I asked as I walked through the silent house. “Babe? Where are you?”
You know when you hear something but don’t really register what it is. Just a sound in the background that’s too soft to be defined, but enough that it sets the hair on your arms straight up?
That’s what happened. Something tweaked my senses, and I paused.
“Babe?” I asked again, listening.
Again, I felt as if I’d heard something but nothing discernable.
I walked through the chef’s kitchen and opened the pantry door. It was empty, so I carried on through to the storage rooms at the back of the house. When the family was staying here, it would be filled with servants and house staff, but now it was completely silent and empty.
Except, I heard it again. Only this time, it was audible. A voice. A woman’s voice.
I followed it down a long, dimly lit hallway to an open door at the end. It was louder here, a woman’s voice moaning but without words.
The hair on the back of my neck rose up, and my arms prickled harder. Something felt so fucked up about this. I couldn’t pinpoint why. It was beyond the fact that we were supposed to be alone here. Something was just off.
“Alexander?” I called out quietly and descended the stairs beyond the door.