Page 77 of Crimson Flames

Cillian takes her hair in his hand, sweeping it all back and pulling until her back arches, and she fills herself with me.

I can feel his cock press against my base, pushing against her entrance. Her body stiffens, but we already have a plan for that. When Cillian suggested this after pointing it out on her list, I was hesitant. But he met me where I was. With his encouragement, Ifelt it would be safe for me to stop or say no if I felt like I needed it. And that was surprisingly all I needed.

Cillian tosses me the small vibrator you can slide into underwear, but it also fits perfectly between us now. I click it on, and the tension in her body instantly melts away.

I praise her, running my fingers up and down her body as he fits the head in. It creates a unique kind of pressure that feels good, even to me as he begins to rock back and forth inside of her, driving deeper with every thrust.

Her arousal coats us both, aided by the lube I heard him crack open. Speeding up the vibrations, she clamps down around us and we both let out a groan.

“I’m so full,” she says breathlessly.

My cock tries to twitch at her words, but Cillian pulls back and slams into her, the heads of our cocks rubbing together at a fast pace is unlike anything I have ever felt.

I thought I would be turned off by the gesture, but watching Nessa palm her tits while she whimpers for us to destroy her takes all the thinking away.

Right now, we are a tangled mess of nothing but sensations. Touch, sight, sound, taste.

I lick my lips and lean forward, pulling one of her nipples between my teeth.

“Right there,” Nessa cries out. I am unsure of who she is speaking to, but without a word we both decide to keep doing exactly what we are doing.

There is no way I can hold on much longer. I let Cillian be the one to fuck her harder because I knew I would be sensitive after she sucked me off, but I did not realize just how hard it would be to hold off when Cillian’s head brushes just under mine.

“Lisichka,” I command with a growl, causing her eyes to snap to mine. “Come. Now.”

Moving the vibrator between us, I push it harder against her clit. I can feel the moment she obeys because suddenly we are all entwined together. Cillian leans over her back as I feel him come inside her and I follow.

Our seed mixed together, his cock pulsing against mine, it is strange to me. What I once thought would send me running from this relationship, the contact of another man in bed, is no longer as strange as I had imagined. With the way our girl looks blissed out beyond all of her wildest dreams, it takes the awkwardness away.

By the time Nessa has come down, she flops onto my chest, her shallow breaths the only movement she seems capable of.

My hand moves to her hair, smoothing it back. All I see is a huge smile on her face, eyes are closed in bliss. “Are you happy,Lisichka?”

“Mmm, I think I finally remembered what happiness feels like.”

With those words, it is like Cillian and I can breathe again. It is clear that without her, we would be lost. And when she feels lost, it is our job to bring her back home.

This hotel suite might not be home, but ever since she admitted that our arms are home for her, they will remain locked around her despite the sweat and mess between us all.

Nothing else matters now other than the fact that my girl is happy, and because of that, we can all begin to find ourselves again.

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We fell asleep right after cleaning up. Nessa was half asleep in the shower, Cillian having to hold her up for me to wash the mess between her legs.

But I wake in the night with a strange feeling in my chest. My arm reaches for her, but the bed is cool where she should be.

I sit up swiftly, my eyes scanning the room when I notice a small figure on the balcony, standing on a chair and leaning over the edge. My heart drops into my ass as I haul out of bed and rush to her side.

“What are you doing?” I yell, grabbing her hips. Thank goodness I do because she startles at my words and nearly topples over the edge.

My hands begin to sweat and shake as shocked eyes stare into mine.

“Boris?”

Her hand covers her chest as if I were the one to scare her, not her toying with an old man’s heart by pulling that little stunt. I fall to my knees, bringing her with me. I need her far away from that edge. I need her sitting still and explaining what the fuck just happened.

“W-what?” My chest aches in a way I only experienced holding my lifeless late wife in my arms, and again when I held my daughter for the first and only time.

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