Page 95 of Crimson Tears

“This is supposed to be about you and the promise we have made.”

Cillian inclines his head in agreement but I shake mine.

“You proved your point, now let me prove mine.”

When they don’t say anything, I sigh and try to explain what I mean.

“I want both of you, and I don’t always want that to be separate. If you are both comfortable with that. I also like to give as much as I like to receive. I’m not a pillow princess, though there’s nothing wrong with that. But for me, it’s just as exciting to see what I can do to you as it is to see what you can do to me.”

This finally seems to help them understand.

“Alright then, Sweetheart. Ride me and I’ll give you what you want.”

I look down between us.

“You still have your pants on,” I half whine.

He lets out a low laugh.

“That’s to keep me from fucking you like a starved man.”

His hands go to my hips, pressing me down on his length through his sweats. My body opens up to him as his hard cock presses on my sensitive clit, and I ache for the fabric to disappear. But he is right, doing more might actually hurt.

Without a word, I rock my hips on it. It’s just as impressive as I remember. Cillian has a slight curve to his cock that I was sure could do wonders if he knew how to use it.

Since his confession about not being with anyone else, I wonder if he knows what he’s doing now. Then, he rolls his hips, grinding the head of him right over my clit, and I have no doubt he knowsexactlyhow to make me unravel for him.

My hands grip his shoulders for support, and I look back at Boris. I thought for sure I was going to have to beg him, or that it would take a while for him to be comfortable with polyamoroussexcapades, but I was wrong. He’s standing right beside me with his cock in his hand, thick and purple at the head.

I reach for it as I lick my lips, but he steps back.

“Take what you require from him first, get close. Then, I will allow you to touch it.”

Using Cillian for support, I circle my hips slightly before starting up a back and forth motion we both seem to love. I can hear Boris’ hand stroke his cock as I drop my head to Cillian’s. It feels so strange to have him back, to have him this close again.

Their scents surround me, mixing with rose from my favorite bath bomb. It smells like home.

I want to cry as emotions hit me from all sides, but when I look into Cillian’s eyes, I can’t seem to let the tears fall. It’s too perfect.

As my breathing picks up, I can feel myself cresting, my breasts rising and falling dramatically. Cillian adjusts my hips so that he can hit a little harder. My thighs draw together as that familiar feeling builds. I reach out for Boris. I need them both.

“I’m so close,” I tell them.

“Me too, Sweetheart.”

“I am with you,Lisichka.” Boris allows me to stroke his cock with my hand.

“Together,” I say, a question and a plea in one.

And just like that, we all falltogether. Boris paints my hand and arm with his release as Cillian makes a mess between us, the stickiness seeping through his sweats. It’s different, but somehow also justus.

“Together,” Cillian promises with a kiss just before Boris tilts my head to the side to claim my mouth.

“Together,” Boris whispers into my mouth, a vow so pure it makes my heart feel full, complete.

They each take turns kissing me until I can no longer move, the evidence of our happiness plain as day. It’s in the touchesand the kisses that are passed as we all take a turn in the bathroom. It’s the way Cillian looks at me when I crawl back into bed and the way Boris wraps me around him while leaving room to share.

Cillian brings our dinner to bed, and we watch one of my favorite shows about these friends who all live in New York City. It’s funny and peaceful as we all relax for one final day before getting back into the swing of things.

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