Page 16 of Repluse

Four fingers. Two from each of them push inside me. One thumb works my clit, the other presses against my arsehole, and a mouth covers each of my nipples. I reach out, find their cocks, and begin to stroke.

This! This is perfect. This is exactly what I need right now, to lose myself in these two men. To shut down my mind and not have to think. To give them total control. And from the way Sam looked after me earlier, and the look of concern on Frankie’s face, I know I can trust them to do that.

Both of their mouths find mine, and our tongues tangle in a wet, three-way kiss. Their fingers push deeper inside me, with Frankie’s thumb pressing into my arse, and then I’m lifted. I wrap my arms around Sam’s neck, my legs around his hips, and then I’m lowered down onto his cock. We both groan, but I only get a moment to appreciate how good he feels inside me before I feel Frankie at my arse. His thumb’s gone, and now there’s something much bigger trying to gain entrance.

Reaching around, he finds my clit and works it with his middle finger. Sam grabs him by the hair, and the pair of thembegin to kiss, and as Frankie pushes inside my arse, I know their kiss was just a distraction.

The boys find a rhythm that’s slow and gentle, and I give over control, letting them move me to it. Unclasping my arms from around Sam’s neck, I lean back against Frankie’s chest. I have hands at my breasts, cocks inside me, fingers at my clit, mouths all over me, and I come apart—dissolve. The three of us melt into one as we thrust, groan, bite, lick, suck and fuck our way to a long, slow, languid, orgasm.

Silently,we soap, stroke, and wash each other. Then, with each of them holding one of my hands, I let the boys lead me from the shower, along the hallway, and with our hair and bodies still dripping wet, we fall straight onto our huge bed.

Frankie instantly buries his head between my legs. I have Sam leaking out of me, but Frankie eats me out like a starving man, lapping and sucking.

Looking up, he wipes his face on the back of his hand.

“I can taste you both,” he says before laying kisses on my belly.

It’s moments like this that my compartmentalisation implodes. They were only supposed to be two men I hook up with every couple of months to fuck. Depending on how long it takes for me to get this longing, need, want, and desire out of my system—once I’ve lived out every one of my fantasies—it’s supposed to end.

No strings.

No emotions.

Just sex.

But after just one day, it’s not going to plan. Their tenderness, the head kisses, those belly kisses, Sam holding me the way he did, calling me Mils, and Frankie’s panicked lookof concern when I came in earlier… it’s all humanising them, making me feel things I never expected to feel.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe because I’ve been so starved of any kind of affection for most of my life, I’m clinging to things that mean nothing to them, but those gentle touches and those looks of concern mean the world to me, and I don’t exactly know what to do with that.

Frankie’s fingers pushing into my body bring me back to the here and now, and I realise I’ve closed my eyes as I’ve gotten lost inside my head instead of enjoying the delicious things being done to me.

When I open my eyes, Sam’s looking down at me.

“Where’d you go?” he asks with a head tilt.

“You don’t wanna know,” I whisper, my eyes instantly filling with tears. I blink, and they trickle back into my hair line.

His hand comes to my jaw. “I always wanna know. You good, or want us to stop?”

Frankie’s pauses his tongue fucking and looks up from between my legs. My eyes slice between the two of them.

“I’m not good, but I don’t want you to stop. I want you to make me forget the world exists outside the three of us.”

The Arctic Monkeys’ “I Bet You Look Good on The Dancefloor” is blasting, and I get the giggles. “What the fuck is this playlist?” I ask. “I’ve named it Frankie Says, ‘Fuck You!’”

That earns me a grin from Sam and an eye roll from Frankie.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me? You are such a girl!”

Rising up onto his knees, he reaches for his cock and begins stroking. My eyes blaze a path from where his hand’s wrapped around himself, over his spread thighs, that V, his cut abs, broad chest covered in a smattering of dark chest hair, his stubbled jaw, and up to those mesmerising green eyes, stopping at his raised brows.

“A girl?” he questions as my gaze lands back on his. “Did you just call me a fucking girl? Shut her up,” he says to Sam with a chin lift.

Before I get a chance to respond, Frankie thrusts inside me, and Sam straddles my lap with a grin before he feeds his cock into my mouth.

With his palms pressed flat against the wall behind the bed, he slowly moves his hips back and forth. Despite the pace, when his cock hits the back of my throat, I gag.

“Again,” Frankie orders. “Make her gag. I want to see her eyes water and hear her choke.”

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