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“Yeah,” Storm said. That was all I was getting from him tonight. I’d give him time to get his head around it. As much time as he needed. When he was ready, maybe we’d talk about it. Maybe we’d do more. I wouldn’t push him. There was no point in doing that, he wouldn’t let me anyway. But this? This was a huge step for us. Sharing it with Chelsea made it even more special. Knowing she was watching and enjoying what we were doing with each other. My cock twitched, starting to harden again already. That was what these people did to me. Why I wanted tobe around them as much as I could. No one got me going like they did. No one ever would.
I placed a hand on Storm’s bicep, hoping he wouldn’t push me away. He didn’t. He put a hand over mine and we lay in companionable silence for a while before we got hard again and took turns with Chelsea.
Chapter Twenty-One
Chelsea
I wokewith Frost’s face between my legs. The roofie had worn off, giving me all of my movement back. Every roll of my hips as he ran the tip of his tongue over my slit and swollen clit, he pressed his tongue inside me, thrusting and tasting, moaning in the back of his throat in appreciation.
“You taste so good,” he whispered.
I glanced to the side to see Storm and Dallas sitting on the side of the bed, watching. both hard. I lost track of how many times Dallas fucked me, but he was erect now, regardless. Ready.
I turned my face back toward Frost. “You feel so good.” He really did have a magical tongue. And fingers. Two of which he pressed into me, while pressing the pad of his thumb to my rear hole.
I quivered with the pleasure the sensation brought.
“You like that?” He pressed his thumb in deeper.
“Mmm, yes,” I breathed.
He hooked an arm under my thigh and lifted my ass off the bed high enough to lightly lick my rear hole.
“Fuck, Frosty,” Storm muttered.
Frost turned his face just far enough to grin at Storm before licking again. He replaced his tongue with his finger, pushing it deep inside me.
“Frost,” I moaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Of course you are,” Storm said. “Because you’re a good girl.”
In Frost’s cottage, I was a bad girl, but I liked being the good girl today. I wanted to please them. To do what they said. To do what Storm said.
I came hard and fast against Frost’s mouth, with his finger deep inside my ass. Instead of being a million universes away, I was right here, feeling everything he was doing to me. Every touch, every lick. Everything.
I tipped my head back and cried out to the ceiling. The whole apartment building probably heard me, but I didn’t give a shit. Let them hear. Let them know I was having a good time. Let them be jealous of us.
As I sagged back against the mattress, Frost lowered me down and rolled me over so I was lying on top of him, my legs straddling him. He grabbed my ass with his hands and positioned me over his cock.
I sat up a little, wriggling my hips to get into place before lowering myself down onto him.
“Dallas, how do you feel about anal?” Storm asked.
“Where’s the lube?” Dallas replied.
With a slight laugh for his instant reply, I pointed to the table beside the bed. I didn’t have to say a word before he was bouncing off and grabbing it out.
Faster than I would have thought was humanly possible, he had the lube open and was smearing a generous finger-full over my rear hole. He tossed the tube of lube aside on the bed and straddled Frost’s legs.
He pressed a finger inside me, rolled it around slowly and carefully before inserting another and doing it again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed. “I’m already addicted to fucking you here.” He slipped his fingers free and replaced them with his cock, easing himself into me, bit by bit. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
“I can feel you,” Frost said softly. “I can feel you inside her. It’s… Holy shit.”
“I can feel you too,” Dallas said in awe. He slid halfway out of me, before pushing back in, always moving slowly and carefully, giving me a chance to stretch and get used to how thick he was.
“I can feel both of you,” I whispered. I loved having two of them inside me at the same time. I glanced over at Storm. There was room for a third.
