Page 6 of Repluse

“You’ve got this,” Sam says, repeating my own thoughts, with another one of his reassuring winks as he, once again, tops up my glass.

“Feel free to get to know each other a little better,” Frankie calls from where he’s doing something I can’t see in the kitchen.

Sam’s brows are again raised as he takes my drink from my hand, places my glass on the coffee table, then leans in and says against my ear, “I’m not sure what I want to taste first. Your mouth or your pussy. Which would you prefer?”

The first thing that enters my brain is that TikTok sound: ‘Here we go! Herethe fuckwe go!’

Managing to hold back a giggle, I lick my lips before whispering, “Mouth.”

Sam nods, then very slowly moves closer. His clean, slightly citrusy scent hits me right before his lips brush against thatmagical spot just below my ear, soon trailing along my jaw, then to my mouth. As his lips cover mine, he slides a hand between my legs, up and along the bare skin of the inside of my thigh. Using his knee, he nudges at both of mine, and I open my legs wider, giving him better access. I feel both mortified and ecstatic.

When his hand reaches the top, he doesn’t pause, doesn’t falter. He just continues to cup my pussy, using his thumb to rub and press against my clit through the sheer fabric of my thong.

His mouth continues to move over mine. His tongue probes and explores, exactly the way I want his fingers to . When he increases the pressure on my clit, my hips instantly buck as a groan or a moan—some kind of noise—escapes my throat.

“Is she wet?” Frankie’s voice comes from somewhere behind Sam, who pulls away with a nod.

My heart rate accelerates as reality hits me right in the pit of my stomach. I’m here with two men. Two men I plan to fuck. I walked through the door to this apartment less than an hour ago, and now the pair of them are discussing the state of my arousal.

I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.

I’m nervous, but I’m also turned on to the point I could probably come just by thinking about what these two might be about to do to me.

“Oh, she’s so fucking wet.” Sam’s reply brings me back into the room.

My mouth falls open as I watch him suck the thumb that was at my clit into his mouth. Pulling it out, he swirls his tongue around the tip while smiling at me lopsidedly.

Then he winks.

He. Winks.

Fuck! Me!

Stepping around Sam, Frankie passes me a small, white pill. “Up to you,” he says with a shrug. “But this’ll just take the edgeoff your nerves, make you feel relaxed like a few drinks would, but still in control of your faculties. It won’t affect your memory either, because believe me, you’re going to want to remember every single thing we do while you’re with us.”

My stomach does its all too familiar pitch as I pop the pill into my mouth. Sam passes me my drink, and I swallow it down.

The moment Sam takes the glass from my hand, Frankie drops to his knees in front of me.

“Lift your arse,” he orders.

I do as he says. His palms slide up the outside of my legs, taking my skirt with them. When he reaches my hips, he pulls my thong down my thighs, pausing to push my skirt up to my waist.

My skin starts to prickle, my insides turn liquid, and I wonder if it’s the situation or the chemicals already affecting me.

“Breathe, Mila,” Sam says from behind me. “That pill will kick in soon and help you relax.”

When Frankie pulls my thong down over my boots and off, he looks up at where Sam is now positioned at the back of the chair and orders, “Get her legs.”

Leaning over me, Sam presses a button on the side of the chair, which tilts it into a reclining position. He then lifts one leg, then the other, over each of the arms.

Frankie remains on his knees, staring between where my legs are spread wide, fully exposing myself to him.

Internally, I squirm and want to close them, but I don’t take my eyes off his as they trace up my body and meet mine.

“You have a beautiful cunt,” he states. “When we know each other a little better, we’ll take pictures and make a video, just so you know how fucking perfect you are.”

I swallow but can’t even manage a nod this time. Just like Sam, he wastes no time in reaching for what he wants, butinstead of concentrating on my clit, he swipes his finger down, then slips it inside me.

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