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They start moving, their hips thrusting in unison. Their bodies move in sync, working together to bring us to new heights of ecstasy. I grip the sheets, my fingers tangling in the fabric as I try to hold on.
The room is filled with the sounds of our labored breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin. It’s intoxicating, this primal act of pure lust. We’re all consumed by it, lost in the moment.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Nix groans, his eyes rolling back as he thrusts into Gray.
I can’t help but moan as I watch them, the sight sending a jolt of arousal through my core. This is so fucking hot, I can barely stand it.
Gray grips my hips tighter, pulling me closer to him as he buries himself deeper inside me. “Shit, you’re gonna make me come,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
Nix picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his release.
He reaches down and starts rubbing my clit, sending me into a tailspin. I’m right there on the edge, ready to tip over.
“Come for us, sunshine,” Nix growls.
His words are my undoing. I cry out, my body quaking as I fall apart around them. Gray groans, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside me. The feeling of him filling me with his cum sets off another orgasm, this one stronger than the first. My entire body trembles with the aftershocks, my mind hazy and blissed out.
Nix squeezes Gray’s hips as he thrusts into him faster, chasing his own release. He grunts, his body tensing as his orgasm tears through him. With a low groan, he buries himself deep inside Gray, spilling his cum inside him. The room is silent except for the sound of our labored breathing.
Gray collapses against me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He nuzzles my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin. “You okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, unable to form words. I’m still trying to catch my breath, my body thrumming with pleasure.
Gray smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“We’re not done with you yet, baby.” he says against my ear.
“Oh yeah?”
Twenty Nine
Phoenix
Thelightsoverheadfeellike judgment, bright, unrelenting. The smell of chlorine coats everything, thick and chemical, sinking into my skin like ritual. I’m at the edge of the world, crouched low behind the starting block, fingertips grazing slick metal, breath shallow and coiled like a loaded spring.
This isn’t just a race.
It’satonement.
The last heat still echoes in my veins, the loss, the burn of failure and I can feel my team behind me, banking on redemption I haven’t earned yet.
The crowd’s cheers rise and fall like waves, a cacophony that drowns out my racing thoughts. Today is crucial. My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless drum that echoes the weight of expectation.
I glance up at the stands, searching for her. Rowyn. She’s a beacon in the chaos, wearing my name emblazoned across her back, a promise and a reminder of the love that fuels me. My breath hitches as I spot her, surrounded by friends, laughing, her smile bright against the backdrop of blue and silver. The colors of our team. Gray’s last name is painted on her cheek, a symbol of our unconventional love, and I feel a swell of pride. We’re a team, all three of us, bound together in this intricate dance of affection.
The whistle blows, pulling me back to the moment. I shake out my limbs, feeling the adrenaline coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending. The water glistens under the harsh lights, inviting yet intimidating. I can almost hear it calling my name, whispering promises of victory and defeat.
I glance back at the pool just as Gray finishes his heat. He touches the wall, and I can see the relief wash over his face. The camaraderie between us is palpable, a shared understanding of the sacrifices we’ve made. He smiles back, and for a moment, the world fades away.
But then the reality crashes back. I’m next. I take a deep breath, inhaling the sharp scent of chlorine, my lungs filling withthe urgency of the moment. I can feel the eyes of my teammates on me, the weight of their hopes and dreams pressing down like a heavy cloak. I can’t let them down. I can’t let myself down.
As I step to the edge of the block, I hear Rowyn’s voice cutting through the noise, “You got this, Phoenix!”
The warmth of her encouragement wraps around me like a lifeline. I nod, a small gesture, but it carries the weight of my determination. I’m not just swimming for myself; I’m swimming for her, for Gray, for everything we’ve built together in the shadows of our intertwined lives.
The starter’s gun fires, and I launch myself into the water, everything outside fading away. The noise of the crowd, the pressure of expectation, even the weight of my own thoughts. It’s just me and the water now, a world of fluid motion where I can find solace. I kick hard, my legs propelling me forward with practiced precision. The cold envelops me, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment, and I feel my body surge into a rhythm, a dance of muscle and will.
My arms slice through the surface, each stroke deliberate and powerful. I focus on my technique, the fluidity of my movements. I rotate my hips, engaging my core, and pull through the water with a strong, sweeping motion. My fingertips graze the surface before my palms enter, creating minimal splash. I can feel the water parting around me, asensation that ignites a fire within. This is where I belong, lost in the depths, where every stroke is a testament to my strength.
