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Panting, I look at both of them. “What now?” I ask. “What about both of you, and erm, you know,” I say, gesturing to their erect dicks.

Acid smiles. “That all depends on you.”

“Oh,” I breathe.

“We told you it’s whatever you want,” Scar adds.

I don’t know what to say. The thought of sex, of any of it with them has my arousal growing again. “Um,” I say shyly, blushing.

“You want one of us to fuck you while you suck the other one’s dick?” Acid asks, his voice deep with desire. I clench my thighs at the thought. “Or do you want both of us to fuck you at the same time?” My eyes go wide at that. They are both well-endowed, and I’m not sure they would fit.

“Do you mean both in my...” I pause. “Or um, one in each?—”

“Hole? Yeah, darlin’.” Scar grins. “You just say what you want and by who,” Scar adds to reassure me. I lay there thinking for a second. It feels like I’m taking forever, but in reality, it’s merely a second. I get to my knees and turn to Acid, my cheeks burning. “Acid, will you fuck me? And Scar...” I pause, looking at him. “I will do my best to give you a good blow job. I haven’t done it in a really long time, but if it helps, I can hang my head slightly offthe edge of the bed. Apparently, you get better access and can deep throat me,” I ramble.

Scar’s grin widens. “Whatever you are comfortable with.”

I nod, watching as Acid moves onto the bed. I position myself with my head slightly hanging off and Scar steps closer, pressing the tip of his dick to my lips. I run my tongue over it, tasting the saltiness. He groans in response. I feel Acid positioning himself at my entrance, and as he slowly glides himself inside me, my mouth opens as my body stretches, accommodating him. He begins to move slowly, and it feels good. So very good.

“You okay?” Acid asks as he glides his cock in and out of me.

“Yes,” I breathe. “More than okay.” I look up at Scar and open my mouth, taking as much of him as I can. He lets out a deep moan as he hits the back of my throat. I suck and swirl my tongue as Acid rolls his hips, causing me to moan deep in my throat. Acid moves in and out of me and Scar moves with me, fucking my mouth. Acid begins slamming into me, and as pleasure takes over my body, I release Scar from my mouth. I lean up and look at Acid, loving the way his blue eyes sear through mine.

“You like that? Feel how I fill you. Fuck, you look so beautiful taking my cock,” Acid groans. He begins to pick up speed and my orgasm builds as he hits that perfect spot over and over again. My legs clamp around his waist as my orgasm crashes over me.

“Fuck Acid!” I scream. He slams himself inside me a few more times before pulling out and spilling his seed all over my stomach. A glean of sweat covers his body, his chest rises and falls rapidly, and he looks beautiful as his vibrant blue eyes watch me. I smile panting, unsure if I would be able to walk tomorrow. That’s when something hit me. Scar. I look behind me to see he’s nowhere to be seen. “Oh my god,” I gasp, covering my face. “I got distracted. Scar.” I’ve failed my first and probably only threesome.

Acid smiles before he reaches for something. He wipes my stomach before pulling me up to a sitting potion. He affectionately tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “He’s fine. Don’t worry about him,” Acid assures me. He pulls the covers back for us to get into bed, and as I climb and tuck my sated tired body in, Acid pulls me to him and places a kiss on the top of my head before he drifts off to sleep.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

RHEA

I eventually givein to sleep, my body too tired to stay awake. One thought had been plaguing me; my biggest concern being that we may have crossed the line of friendship and that we won’t be able to come back from this.

I look to my left and see Acid still fast asleep. He has his arm draped over my stomach and as I carefully lift his arm and attempt to try and crawl out of his bed, I somehow manage to land on the floor with a thud.

“Fuck,” I hiss. Pausing, I wait to see if I’ve disturbed him. When I hear no sign of movement, I crawl along the floor and grab my dress. I shove it on as fast as I can and get to my feet. Looking behind me, I’m relieved that Acid is still laid there peacefully asleep.

I open the door and creep out, quietly shutting the door closed behind me. I run back down to my room and quietly slip inside. Oliver is still fast asleep, tucked up in his bed. I grab my tank top and cotton shorts and make my way to the bathroom. I switch the shower on and step under the scorching hot spray. I close my eyes and memories of last night immediately flash behind my eyes.

“What have I done?” I whisper to myself. They must think I’m a complete slut.

I wash my hair and scrub at my face, washing away last night’s make up. I step out of the shower and wrap a large towel around me. Reaching up, I wipe the condensation off the mirror and look at my reflection as I brush my teeth. I notice a few little marks along my neck and shoulder, and I wonder if that was from Scar or Acid. I roll my eyes at myself at how much of a slut I sounded and continued to brush my teeth.

I quietly walk out of my room and head down to the kitchen for some coffee, my mind whirling with thoughts of last night the whole way. Even though it was only 7am, there was no way I would be able to fall back asleep, and God knows what time I fell asleep. After making my coffee I take a seat outside in the early morning sun, just sitting there and enjoying the silence.

“I’m surprised you’re up so early,” a deep voice says from behind me.

I jump and turn around to see Scar stood there, coffee in hand, his eyes on me. I feel my cheeks burn at the memories of last night, the memories of his mouth on me, of him in my mouth. I wanted to run, to just get up and run and hide.

He smiles, sensing my unease. I watch as he strides toward me and takes a seat next to me. “I’m guessing I am the last person you want to be seeing right now.” He smirks.

“No.” I shake my head. “No,” I repeat, trying to make myself sound believable.

He laughs. “Darlin’, last night was fun. There is no need to feel embarrassed about it.” He shrugs.

“Er, but er, did I do something wrong? I mean, you left. I’m sorry if I did. I’ve just, I’ve never done anything like that in my life,” I apologise.

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