The end is close.I can feel it.Beyond, in the great infinity of pleasure, I’ll shatter.
“Come for us, Leah.”Gage grabs my hips and thrusts harder, faster.“Come with your daddies’ cocks.”
Oh fuck, I can’t hold back much longer.I want to hold back—I want to savor this.Savorthem.
“Leah,” Dmitri warns.“We’re going to come, baby.You come first.”
Gage’s voice is a low rasp.“Now, little girl.Do it now.”
Their command creates an overwhelming bliss.I go higher and higher until I can’t hold back anymore.
I cry out, my sounds muffled around Dmitri’s cock, my body spasming in Gage’s arms.Dmitri cups my face as he thrusts a final time and explodes over my tongue.Gage’s grip on my waist tightens and he groans.The telltale pulsing of his cock says he’s found his release, too.
Dmitri pulls out so I can swallow, but he doesn’t let go of my face.“So good, Leah.So fucking good.”
Gage stands, holding me in his arms, and carries me to the bed.Fabric shuffles around.Blankets are pulled up to cover me.
Gage’s voice penetrates the darkness.“I’m turning a light on.”
I squint my eyes shut, worried about a sudden onslaught of light.It’s a night light, though.Soft, forgiving.I can open my eyes and see easily.Both of the guys are still in their tuxes.Dmitri hesitates next to the bed like he’s unsure if he’s staying or going.
I reach for his hand.“Stay.”
He exchanges a look with Gage, but I know, deep in my heart, that this is okay with Gage.
It’s up to Dmitri.
After wordlessly gazing at me for a long moment, Dmitri nods and starts taking off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt.“Fuck it, I’m in.”
On the other side of the bed, Gage undresses, too.
Our first time all coming together.And our first sleepover.
Each guy climbs into bed on opposite sides of me.This is every girl’s fantasy, isn’t it?I’m so damn lucky.
Dmitri turns me to face him.I lose myself in the soft gray of his eyes.
“You’re all right?”I ask.“Staying, I mean?”
“Yeah.I’m all right.Nowhere else I’d rather be than with you.”
I kiss his beautiful mouth.
Gage kisses the center of my back, right over my tattoo.“I’ve been meaning to ask you what this symbolizes.”
I freeze.I don’t want to lie, but I don’t want to tell the truth, either.
* * *
Gage
I don’t like the way Leah has stiffened next to me.
She keeps her cheek pressed against the bed.I can’t see her eyes through her messy hair.“It’s just a pretty image.I liked it.”
Dmitri frowns at Leah.He hears the lie in her voice too.
“That doesn’t sound quite right.”I stroke the ink, wondering what kind of pain she was feeling when she had it done.Because now I see it as more than just a beautiful design complementing my girl’s body.
