Page 43 of Not A Whisper

“That’s right, I know you love being filled with cum, you filthy slut,” he murmurs sweetly. “And you know what? We love filling you up with it.”

“And covering you with it,” Trip adds, breaking away from Grant, practically shoving him away—breathless and flustered.

Both he and Grant look down at me. Under their gaze and Jason’s ministrations between my legs, I feel like I could combust.

“Let’s give you a proper shower,” Grant offers.

He grabs me by the neck and pulls me up. Using my forearms to sit upward so I’m not truly choking, Grant practically drags me back against the headboard, where I’m angled perfectly for his next act. Jason follows behind Grant, hisfingers never leaving my core. The excitement of what’s to come and with Jason’s fingers working me back up, I’m flush and shaking. Eager to please, I reach up to pull my breasts apart. Grant’s smirk drops as a heated look sears my face. His hips move forward, and I press my breasts together, around his cock that’s still wet with Jason’s saliva.

As he thrusts upward, the tip of his dick pops out. It disappears when he pulls back. When it returns, I dip my head and wrap my lips around it. My tongue slides through his slit. Grant groans loudly, it’s echoed twice over.

When he pulls hips back, Grant’s dick pops free from my lips. We both repeat the action. Strings of saliva connect my lips to his cock as it disappears between my breasts. As Grant begins to move faster, Jason’s fingers do too. They curl and twist, coaxing pleasure from the recesses of my body inward to coil between my legs.

“Fuck, it’s even better than I thought it would be,” Trip says, his voice tense.

Grant hums but otherwise remains silent as he fucks my tits. His cock grows harder. When his dick comes up between my breasts again, this time I suck him hard—demanding the shower he’d promised me.

“Shit!” Grant shouts, his body jerking forward as he finds his release. I pull my mouth away and let the mess splatter against my chin, neck, and chest. As ropes of cum fly free, Trip reaches forward, smearing his fingers through what’s on me and bringing it to my lips.

“Eat your breakfast, dollface. I’d hate for you to go hungry.”

I hardly hear him as my own orgasm crests. As my mouth pops open with a cry and my chest arches upward, Trip slides his fingers into my mouth. Instinctually, my lips close around his. Even as I suck in a sharp breath and tremble violently beneath Grant, I manage to suck Trip’s fingers clean.

Grant collapses on the other side of me, spent, while Jason removes his fingers and sits up.

“Well, I came to drop off breakfast and ask how it went last night,” Grant says, chuckling. “But this was certainly a nice pivot in plans.”

I laugh and curl into him. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to kiss me. When we break apart, I gaze up at him. My heart feels so swollen that it’s pressing against my ribs almost painfully.

“Breakfast, all three of my guys,andsex this morning?” I shake my head playfully. “Life can’t get much better than this.”

The guys endup staying for only an hour more before leaving.

During that time, we sit around eating the pastries and drinking the coffee Grant brought over. The level of conversation rises and falls as we talk, joke, and rag on one another. My apartment feels full but not crowded. The walls are bursting at the seams with something thick in the air. Whatever it is, it feels like it’s wrapping around the four of us, sinking in our pores where it grows stronger. I can taste its sweetness on my tongue where it fizzes pleasantly. The physical evidence of its presence glows in the three pairs of eyes around me.

But what is it? Happiness? No, this champagne bubbling feels lighter and tastes richer than that. Though there is a sense of joy within the makings of this emotion. Whatever this feeling is, it has seeped deeper into me, further than happiness ever reached. It fills my heart to the brim, to the point where it feels both heavier and lighter than ever before.

The television plays in the background, but it’s ignored as we hang out with one another. Almost casually, the guys passme around. One minute I’m sitting on Jason’s lap as he sits in the chair adjacent to the couch. Next, I’m between Grant’s legs, sitting on the floor while his hand rests lazily around my neck—his thumb stroking my erratic pulse. By the time they have to go, Trip has me pinned beneath him on the couch while he kisses me senseless.

“We have people to meet about getting permits,” Grant tells me as he kisses me goodbye.

“On a Sunday?”

He smirks. “Money talks.”

I don’t ask where he got the money from. It’s none of my business. Though I am a little curious. Grant told me a few months back that they were careful about how they spend the money they’d inherited. Buying their apartment under the LLC his uncle started was a test to see how closely Garry’s been watching them. Since then, they haven't touched it.

Maybe this is an exception?

Once the guys leave, the house is quiet. Rather than feel lonely, I can’t stop grinning.

I don’t think life can get any better.

Eleven

The following morning, my heart is fluttering with nerves.

As I go about my day, I’m hyper aware of the time passing. Soon, I’ll be in a room full of investors, with my boss who will be pitchingmyidea. Will all my research pay off? I put in hours over the course of the past few months digging up all the information I can about AERO. The database would be beneficial for the entire school body—not just its students.

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