Page 87 of Twisted Secrets

The stubble on Jagger’s chin chafes my sex and I peer down at him, while Crew’s cock is stuffed in the side of my cheek. My walls clench around Jagger’s fingers, squeezing and threatening to swallow them whole. “You like that, baby?” Jagger asks, and I reward him with a heady moan.

Crew squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off some of my air supply. My head feels dizzy, but with it comes a rapture I’ve never known possible. I cry out around Crew’s cock, never once stopping my sucking motions. My entire body is shooting with impalpable pins and needles. My pussy throbs as I combust, proof of my orgasm trailing between my ass cheeks. Jagger moves his tongue up and down swiftly, licking me dry.

Crew loosens his pressure on my throat, then takes himself out of my mouth and replaces his cock with his lips. He strokes himself rapidly. Warm liquid hits my belly, mixing with Jagger’s gelled cum from earlier.

Once he pulls back, Jagger removes himself from between my legs and I let them fall together.

I’m in a state of euphoria as I lie there, catching my breath.

Crew drops down on one side of me, Jagger on the other. There’s a long beat of silence before I mutter, “Holy shit.”

Jagger’s face is the first I see as he leans over me and presses a chaste kiss to my forehead. “I think we lost that game.”

I laugh, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

Next, I see Crew’s face to my side. “What game?” he asks, none the wiser.

“Oh nothing. We were just trying not to wake you up, but I’ve got no regrets.”

We all lie back down, staring at the ceiling in silence for minutes. When I’m certain my legs won’t give out, I get up and go to the bathroom to get cleaned up, with the promise that Crew and Jagger will both still be here when I return.

Once I do, I’m happy to see they kept that promise. They’re both back in their clothes. Well, Crew in black boxer briefs, and Jagger in his gray sweatpants. There’s a wide space between them, just for me.

I settle in, half sitting, half lying down with my head against the headboard, wearing my tank top and panties. Both guys gravitate toward me. Crew’s hand rests on my upper thigh and Jagger’s on my stomach as he lies on his side.

There’s an awkward silence, so I decide to break it. “Well, boys,” I smack my lips, “tonight was fun.”

“Anything for you, baby,” Jagger says, and I know he means it. They both put all their focus on me, all the time, and it makes me feel so special and loved.

“I’m glad this isn’t awkward,” I tell them, though I know it is. At least, for me. I try my best to separate our relationships, and tonight, I brought them both full circle for the other to see.

“Nah,” Crew mumbles, “why would it be awkward?”

“Good.” I slap my hands on my legs. “Then it won’t be awkward at all for us to all sleep in here together tonight. I feel so content when you’re both here.”

“Your wish is our command,” Jagger says, his eyes slowly closing.

More time passes and Jagger is starting to doze off. I’m staring at the wall, deep in thought about Neo. I shouldn’t be thinking of him right now. Especially not when I have my boyfriends here with me. Or at all, for that matter. Yet, I can’t seem to get him out of my head. This whole ultimatum with Jagger has been weighing heavy on my heart and I feel like if I don’t address it soon, I’ll become resentful and angry. The last thing I want is to hurt Jagger, but I can’t stay away from Neo. I just can’t.

“What’s wrong?” Crew asks, sensing my apprehension. While I’ve been staring at the wall, he’s been staring at me.

I roll to my side to face him, letting Jagger’s hand fall since he’s now sound asleep.

“Can I be honest with you?” I ask Crew, my face pressed firmly against the same pillow his head is resting on. It’s a silly question, because I know I can be honest with Crew. He never judges me.

“Always, babe. What’s up?”

“I don’t want to hurt you and Jagger or piss you off any more than I already have, but I don’t think I can stay away from Neo.”

“That’s what’s bothering you?” His pitch tells me he’s surprised it’s even on my mind. “Don’t worry about that, Scar. Jagger was just being pissy. He knows there’s no way you can avoid Neo forever.”

His words, while reassuring in some ways, still don’t settle the ache in my heart. “The thing is, I’m not talking about just avoiding Neo. I’m talking about being around him. Being part of his life, and him being part of ours.”

“Neo isn’t going anywhere, and neither are we. We’ve dealt with that fucker foryears and will continue to until we’re all six feet under. Hell, the way fate plays its cards, we’ll probably all make our exit at the same time. We’re boys. We fight, and we make up.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me. You've all been through a lot together, and I’m certain there’s more to come.”

His fingers glide lightly down my arm, eyes fixated on mine. “Now I need you to be honest with me.”

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