Scooting to the side, she points at the coffee maker. “I was thinking coffee and biscotti, but cock and kisses would work too.”
She shrugs, tipping her head to one shoulder. So fucking adorable. I walk over, pinning her against the counter, my cock sandwiched between our bodies.
Kissing her is like being transported to the Garden of Eden. How can someone as perfect and amazing as her be in my grasp?
I’ve learned my lesson though. The universe will rip her away. If I hadn’t learned the hard way, no one would be able to hold me back from her. I’d believe that my past heartbreaks were essential to lead me to Sasha No one, nowhere, no way would be able to keep me from her. She’d be completely mine.
I pull away, dragging her to one of the chairs in the breakfast nook, pull it out, sit, then help her straddle my lap. I keep her between me and the table in case she wants to lean back for support.
“I wasn’t sure if you were finished with us.” I don’t want to get too specific, so I’m hoping she’ll open up about her thoughts.
A foolish glimmer of hope inside my heart refuses to be ignored even though my heart is shrouded in fear. I can’t stop what I feel for her, but I can hide it.
I stifle the three little words that are on the tip of my tongue.
The auction, the role play, and her willingness to take all three of us…it’s too good to be true. Maybe a friend dared her to lose her virginity in this auction. Maybe she wasn’t even a virgin. My cock twitches at how tight she is. How perfectly she stretches to meet me.
“Right. Finished.” She looks at her wrist as if wearing a watch. “I mean, not this round, but our time is almost up. Nice of you guys to each share your four hours with each other. That made this extra memorable.”
There it is. We’ll soon be nothing but a memory to her. Good thing I didn’t propose. I’m irritated with myself for even thinking we have a future. But, I sure as hell will enjoy the last chance to fuck her before she gets Winger to drive her back to get his bike.
Then I can move on…alone. Unless I knock her up. At the very least, I’ll have our child.
Everything in me tells me that thought is wrong. The hair stands on the back of my neck. But, I’m not going to play the fool this time. I’m going to go out strong.
“You better get ready because if this is the last thing you have to remember me by, then I promise, you’ll remember it.”
A flash of something I don’t quite understand crosses her face. Regret?
“Give me something I’ll never forget.” Her playful tone returns but carries a somber edge.
My cock’s thicker and harder than it’s ever been. I’m in so much pain it almost blinds me. But for the sight of Sasha straddling my lap, there’d be no point in seeing anything at all. Once she walks out the door, I might as well be blind.
Wanting to make love to her before the other two guys wake up, discussions will have to wait.
I take her hand and slide her fingers through the pre-cum that’s made a trail down my cock. We smear it all around and I tuck my fingers inside of her, priming her with that little bit of baby sauce.
When she takes a pregnancy test in two weeks and it’s positive, she’ll understand how I intended to make this memorable. She’ll have to come back. She’ll have to accept the fact that I am forever mingled in her life.
I shove away thoughts that she’s actually on birth control and that this is all fun and games, all part of the role play.
Christ. My head is a wreck. That’s a sure sign I want more than a quick fuck from her. I can’t get out of my head.
This woman. This tiny woman has ruined me.
I lift her to slide my cock where it belongs. And, still, after everything we gave her last night, she’s warm and tight and relieves all my pain. She makes everything right. She fuels me with anticipation that I’ll soon be filling her with my seed once again, a parting gift. No bath after this time. My cum will stay in there and do its goddamn job.
When I’m fully seated and she’s bracing herself, I pump her up and down on my cock. Gentle pumps, enough that we both benefit from the motion but small enough that I can take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it. Then I switch to the other one and it’s just as good.
It should be impossible for her to fit me as perfectly as she does, to accept what Winger and Purge and I offered without question. To be the one who initiated this whole damn fantasy.
And, yet, it happened. We may have joked about ruining her, but I’m pretty sure that when she walks out the door, she’ll take all of our hearts.
Get out of your fucking head, Tank.
I let her tit pop out of my mouth and meet her gaze, pumping hard until her pussy begs for all of my baby sauce, and we come undone with each other.
I have no idea how much time passes with her body slumped against mine. My arms are wrapped around her. Her tits are pressed against my chest, and we breathe with each other. We exist in the same space because we’re one, as we should be. Then, her head rolls to the side, her lips grazing my neck, and she says the most god-awful words anyone’s ever spoken.