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I let Grim’s cock go as I shift on the bed, the soft, smooth sheets like a caress against my skin as I get on all fours and offerhim my pussy. He grins and runs his fingers down my back, along the bumps on my spine, making me arch my back towards me as sparks fly all over my body.

I take Scorpio’s cock in my hand stroking it the way I know he likes, not too hard, not too soft, with just enough pressure to make him tense up. I wink at him, promising more, but then can’t follow up as Grim’s thick cock enters me, demanding as always, hitting right past that wall behind which orgasms lie waiting. I almost come again right then and there.

But I won’t let this end so fast. I’ve already come once. I can wait.

I take Scorpio’s cock in my mouth, letting it go deep, showing him what I need now. He reads me well, grabs a fistful of my hair as he drives his cock even deeper, just as Grim does the same to my pussy. And on and on, again and again, their cocks impaling me one from each end. Their thrusts are in synch, in perfect rhythm. I’m well taken care of now. I can let go and just enjoy.

Grim’s holding onto my hips, his cock opening me up, hitting all the spots that would have me squirming and running if he didn’t hold me so tight. Scorpio’s hand in my hair adds the needed tang to keep me grounded too, because the taste and the force of their cocks in me is threatening to make me float away on the sea of bliss they’re turning my body into.

I’m filled to the brink and yet I need more. I need all of them before I let the floodgates lose, need their come to fill me, their pleasure to arrive before my own, need to know I own them just as much as they own me.

Scorpio is close, I can feel it in the way his whole body is tight like a guitar string as he feeds me more and more of his cock, one hand caressing my cheek even as the other pulls on my hair with a wildness I need right now. Grim is close too. I know it from the fierceness of his thrusts and the way his fingers dig into the fleshof my hips, as though he’s trying to hold fast against the coming storm, keep afloat.

But we don’t need to fight this. We can all just let go and let it happen. I’ll have to be first. Because there’s no more holding back this orgasm.

And as soon as I think it, the bliss of a thousand warm summer rainfalls washes over me, heralding the rush of a flood I can’t contain. The flood of bliss that hits me like a tsunami of pleasure, racking my whole body as I come harder than I have in years. Decades maybe.

They’re right with me. And that’s the only other thing I know as I surrender to the waters of bliss, let them take me under, whispering that the best is yet to come with each lash of their whips of pleasure.

19

Grim

Karma is asleep in my arms, her even, peaceful breaths soft and warm against my chest. The only light in the room is coming from the outside. We’re in a city so the sky is not blue but tinged purple and there are no stars. But the thousands of lights dotting the landscape outside the windows stretch out for miles and miles, is making up for it. They look like stars that have fallen to the ground, but still shine just as brightly. Just as valiantly.

And when I start thinking dumb shit like that, I know it’s time to either fall asleep too. Or get moving.

We shouldn’t be in this hotel room. We should get on the road as soon as possible now that we broke that rule and let ourselves have this. But Karma looks so peaceful, sleeping like an angel on the bed with the clean sheets she always craves so much. Waking her and making her leave now, in the middle of the night, will only spoil her memory of it all. And even though I don’t always know how to show her, I only want her to be happy, I only want what she wants. It makes me weak. But also, stronger than I’ve ever been. Come to think of it, even breaking it off with her was giving her exactly what she needed… she foundhim. And I doubt she’s gonna let him go easily. I think it’d be better done sooner rather than later though.

Scorpio left the bed a while ago. Karma was already asleep, and I pretended to be. I don’t know what to make of him. Half the time I want to fuck his brains out until he screams my name and thanks me for every drop of come. And the other half I want him gone. I’m not doing the best job balancing those two halves.

But I’m also not doing the best job of falling peacefully asleep. If I stay in bed any longer, I’ll wake Karma up and make us leave. Because my way of dealing with problems is to cut right through them. The sharper the knife, the better.

I wanted to scare him off and he came to my room and gave me a blow job I’ll dream about for the rest of my days. I wanted to get close and he pulls away, putting her between us. But seeing them together tonight, seeing just how much he’s into her, and she into him… I doubt I can chase him away.

So what’s the alternative?

The answer to that question is glaringly obvious. So loud it’s all I hear. Don’t mean I’m ready to listen.

He’s on the dark terrace in the hot tub, the clear bluish light rising from it making him appear like some creature from a dream. One of those pretty ones that will lure you in with their beauty and then devour you. Not that I’ve ever been scared of creatures of any sort. It’s Karma I’m worried about. She’s only tough on the outside, but never managed to make her heart into a tough iron ball with spikes like I have.

“I still say you can see all the way to Vegas from here.”

He tenses at the sound of my voice, because he didn’t hear me walk up. I can be as quiet as a mouse if I want to. Or as loud as a tiger. Not sure what’s called for now.

He grins. “My geography’s a little rusty, and I did drop out of school very early. But I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.”

“Sometimes it’s good to believe in the impossible,” I say.

He narrows his eyes then looks out over the lights shimmering all around us. “Is it?”

I join him in the bluish light and the way his eyes widen and his breath hitches in his throat as he takes in my naked body isn’t lost on me. Nor is the way he only moves just enough to let me enter the water and no more. Still, I don’t let any part of my body touch his as I sink into the water, letting out a pleasure filled groan that I can’t fight even though I want to.

“A man could get used to this,” I say looking at him. The water is so clear there’s not much I can’t see, and I’m not sure if I’m just talking about the tub or something else.

“Yeah, you can say that again.” He took me to mean the something else. It’s pretty clear from the way his eyes lazily graze my skin, but that easiness is not in line with the way he seems to be holding his breath, unable to let it go.

“Doesn’t mean we should get used to it though,” I say, speaking of the something else too.

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