Page 10 of Repluse

We’re still standing around the bar area, with Sam and me on one side, Frankie on the other. I’m telling them about how I’ve used the excuse of visiting my mum in the care facility to Logan for this weekend away in the city. My husband doesn’t care whether I’m home or not, but you can be absolutely sure he’ll check up on my movements. So, at some stage tomorrow, I’ll have to go and spend time with her.

While I’m talking, I lean into the benchtop, resting on my elbows. My robe has fallen slightly off one shoulder, and I’m aware that I’m flashing a fair bit of cleavage. I know what I’m doing. I want this. I want them, and I want them to want me. My nerves from earlier have turned into lust and I’m now just waiting for one of them to make their move.

It’s Sam.

Without a word, he moves in closer, trails his hand from the back of my neck, down my spine, over my arse, and under the hem of my gown. His fingers stroke up the inside of my leg until he reaches my pussy.

“Eyes on me,” Frankie orders as he opens the front of my robe wider, my breasts now fully exposed. His eyes move from them up to meet mine.

“She wet?” he asks.

“Soaking,” Sam replies.

“Let me taste.”

“Open for me,” Sam says against my ear, his hot breath causing an eruption of goosebumps from my scalp to the tips of my toes. I spread my legs, and from behind, Sam pushes at least three fingers inside me. I feel stretched, but again, in a good way.

“Four,” Frankie says. “Four fingers, all the way.”

Without being asked, I spread my legs wider and tilt my arse to give him easier access. Silently, I watch as Frankie unzips his jeans, pulls out his cock, and starts to stroke himself.

“You want this?” he asks me. I nod. And when he says, “Of course you do,” I melt.

When I watch Sam move his wet hand across the benchtop, then slide his fingers into Frankie’s mouth, I almost combust.

Frankie stops stroking himself, takes Sam’s hand in both of his, and licks every finger dry.

“Fucking perfect,” Frankie says once he’s done. “Take off the robe and go lay on the bed.”

Without looking back, I turn and do as I’m told.

“On your elbows and knees—arse in the air,” Frankie calls out.

I take my position, making sure to spread my legs wide, and I wait.

I hear rustling behind me. My stomach churns, my head spins, and I have another one of those‘what the fuck am I doing’conversations in my head, and then there’s a hand at the small of my back.

Everything slows: my heart, the blood racing through my veins, my manic thoughts. Every part of my being has calmed,solely focused on the big, warm hand slowly stroking the arch at the small of my back. That hand turns to fingertips. They glide to the crack of my arse, where they pause. What feels like a middle finger presses against my arsehole, then moves on. Lower. A finger slips inside me, then two. Folding my arms in front of me, I rest my forehead on them and close my eyes.

“I Feel Like I’m Drowning” plays over the sound system, and the music feels like it’s floating through my veins, right along with my blood. Everything else disappears, and I give myself over to nothing but sound and sensation.

The two fingers buried inside me curl and begin to move in and out. There’s movement between my spread thighs, and then a pair of strong arms are hooked around the backs of my legs.

“Ride my face,” Sam says before pulling me down onto his mouth.

His tongue finds my clit, and I rock my hips onto it while Frankie keeps finger fucking me from behind. I’m close to coming, but not quite there, and I’m not sure if that’s making me frustrated because I need the release, or happy because I want it to keep feeling this good.

Frankie trails kisses up my spine, across my shoulder, and to my ear.

“If you wanna let go, just let go. Between us and what’s in those two little pills, we’ll keep you coming all night long.”

His mouth and fingers are gone the instant he says the words, and then a warm liquid hits my arse crack. At first, I think he’s come all over me, but there’s too much of it, and it’s making my skin tingle.

“It’s just some lube,” Frankie says from behind me. “We’re gonna play with some toys—open you up a little bit for us. See what you can take. You can stop this at any time, Mila, but we’re gonna make you feel so fucking good, you’re not gonna want that to happen.”

I smile at his confidence while feeling myself pulled down harder onto Sam’s tongue as he spreads my legs wider apart.

“Just focus on Sammie and what his big, beautiful tongue is doing to you. Press your clit down on it, but keep your arse tipped up. Don’t tense, don’t push back, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

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