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Camila tweaked my nipple hard, making my hips thrust up and my orgasm came barreling through me. I cried out digging my hands onto Camila’s hips, riding out an orgasm so strong my legs shook.

Camila leaned forward and I heard her kissing Luke. I doubled my effort sucking on her pussy. She cried out as I trailed my hands, cupping her breast.

“Mistress,” Camila whimpered.

“Come for me,” I growled.

I sucked hard, running a hand through her cheeks until I reached that puckered hole. She tensed, crying out ‘Mistress’. Luke fucked me faster until he, also yelled ‘Mistress’. Intense satisfaction thrummed through me as I kissed Camila’s thighs before she got off of me. Luke leaned forward laying on my chest as Camila cuddled next to me. We lazily kissed each other as we came down from our orgasms. It wasn’t an intense scene, but I loved every minute of it.

18

Luke

The sound of murmuring pulled me from my sleep. I didn’t want to wake up, it felt too early, and I was exhausted. It felt bone deep and all I needed was sleep for at least twelve hours. Hands ran up and down my back in a soothing manner that almost had me falling back to sleep.

“You can stay here.”

I jerked, looking up quickly to see Genevieve in front of me. The night came crashing back to me as my body flushed from desire. I wanted more, I wanted what she offered, but when I looked at Camila guilt crashed into me.

Where this guilt had come from I couldn’t tell you, but I knew whatever I had gotten us into, could make us worse and that terrified me. If something happened to us, it would be my fault, and I couldn’t lose Camila, not after we worked so hard to get where we were now.

“You ok?” Camila ran a hand through my hair.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep,” I said, getting up, my heart beating faster.

My body felt cold and sluggish.

“Go back to sleep,” Genevieve said. “You can stay the night.”

I looked up at Camila and she gave me a small reassuring smile.

“I-I think I’d like to go… home,” I said, having difficulty getting the words out, worried one of them would say something.

“Ok, Cariño,” Camila said, getting off the bed with no sign of disappointment or anger.

Genevieve studied me and to make her less suspicious of my feelings I smiled at her, getting up and putting my clothes on. I would like to say it was awkward, but the silence was comforting. Genevieve put a robe on as I zipped up my pants still feeling a little disoriented.

“Are you ok, Luke?” Genevieve touched my shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just tired and have an early morning.” I gave her a small smile, but as soon as she saw it, I knew I didn’t have her fooled.

It made me sweat even more and I didn’t want her to see this part of me that felt like I was breaking apart.

“Look—”

“Ready?” Camila walked up to us.

“Yeah,” I said, using the opportunity to dodge whatever question she was about to ask.

My mood felt unstable, I didn’t know what this feeling was, but I didn’t like it. The girls spoke amongst themselves while my feelings changed from sad to mad to confused. I went through the motions, I mumbled a goodbye and the next thing I knew, I was home.

I felt groggy, my skin was crawling, and my emotions were chaotic. A buzzing sound was getting louder, my body grew cold, and I felt like I was having a hard time breathing.

Camila’s face came into view, her mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear her. She grabbed my face, and I noticed she had a phone to her ear. My body felt sluggish and I needed to laydown. I pulled away from Camila, walked to our bedroom in a fog, almost as if I was having an out-of-body experience.

When I reached our room, my vision had tunneled. As I took off my clothes, my skin felt tight and itchy. I needed to wash off the weird feeling, but when I stepped into the shower, my socks were still on. I clenched my jaw feeling overwhelmed; all I wanted was for it to be over. What was wrong with me?

I leaned my forearm on the wall, resting my forehead against it trying to get my bearings. A hand on my back made me flinch, but the warmth felt so good. Red hair stood next to me and then heat enveloped me. I shivered against the temperate change, welcoming the warmth when a body pressed against my back.

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