Page 12 of My Boss's Sons

When Noah was finally full inside her ass, we all exhaled together. Noah gripped her hips and we helped her sit up as much as she could. Alex stood next to us on the bed and hestopped to cup Sophia’s face and kiss her before straightening and easing himself into her mouth. That moment, with all three of us deep inside Sophia, stretched as far as we could handle it. There was magic to her taking us all that way.

We couldn’t contain the need to take her for long, though. Noah moved first, easing himself out and then back into her ass a few times before moving faster. Alex held her head in his hands while fucking her mouth. I waited the longest to move. When I did, Sophia’s nails bit into my chest and I felt her core tighten and pulse.

“She’s close.” I reached up and gripped her breasts. “Fuck, Sophia. Your pussy is so fucking perfect.”

Noah pumped himself into her ass faster. “I’m not going to last long. Too good.”

Sophia screamed around Alex’s dick and surprised us all by bucking her hips between us. She silently demanded more and when Noah and I both fucked her faster, she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her throat.

I held her throat and gently tightened my grip. My blood was lava in my veins and when Sophia’s core clamped down on my dick, I lost it. I came harder than I could ever remember coming and the feeling of my come flooding her core sent me to another level of pleasure. I had to force my fingers from around her throat so I didn’t hurt her.

Noah came with a feral cry, pinning Sophia’s body between us. Alex came at the same time and I could hear him chanting her name as he did. As soon as he pulled out of her mouth, she slumped forward on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her against me. When I could breathe again, I opened my eyes and met Noah’s gaze. I could read in his expression that he was thinking and feeling the same thing I was.

Sophia didn’t feel like another easy fuck.

11

***Sophia***

The sound of a door shutting startled me awake. I blinked my eyes open and instantly felt a mix of leftover pleasure and exhaustion. I’d used muscles that I wasn’t sure I’d ever used and I was sore. I was also pinned beneath Ethan’s heavy arm and Alex’s heavy leg. My cheeks burned at the image we presented. All of us naked and still covered in fluids that I wasn’t willing to even think about, we looked like the cover of a very dirty porn. I wasn’t sure where the bedding had gone but with them surrounding me, I had no worries of getting cold.

I lifted my head, expecting Noah to be gone, but he was still passed out on the other side of Ethan. Seeing that we were all still in bed, my heart jumped at the thought of someone else in the apartment. Oh, god. I started to panic as I realized that I knew nothing about the guys I’d gone home with and the person who’d just shut the door could’ve been their girlfriend or parents. I was a thirty-seven-year-old woman. I was past the stage of my life where parents walked in on me with their sons.

I struggled to crawl out from under Alex and Ethan but I finally sank off the end of the bed, into the floor, and barely managed to not cry out when every part of my body complained about the movement. I stood up and looked around for my clothes. When I didn’t spot them, I had a vision of stripping naked in their kitchen. I cursed myself even as I grabbed one of their shirts and tugged it over my head. Taking a second to appreciate the way their shirt hung off of me, I looked at the guys once more and sighed.

They’d proven to me that I wasn’t quiet during sex if the sex was good enough. They’d given me dozens of orgasms and had the stamina of…guys their age… I shivered and pushed my hair out of my face. I found myself lingering when I thought about the fact that I’d never see them again. They’d given me the best, wildest night of my life and it was hard to give that up.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I silently made my way out of the bedroom. Even if I did stick around, there was no way the three of them were expecting me to stick around so they could give me even more orgasms. I was too old for them and we’d had a good night together. There was no reason to stick around and make it awkward.

Thankfully, there was no one else in the kitchen as I hurriedly pulled my own clothes back on. When it came time to put my shirt on, I hesitated, though. I pulled the larger shirt tight around my body and then shook my head. I was a grown woman. I didn’t need to steal a man’s shirt. When I was fully dressed, I found my purse and grabbed a pen and an old receipt out of it. Quickly scribbling out a short note to say thanks and goodbye, I left it on the island and then went to make my quick exit.

Only when I turned around, there was an older woman standing on the other side of the massive room, watching me with a wide-eyed expression. I slapped my hand over my mouthto contain a scream and nearly jumped out of my skin. The woman held up her hands and hurried closer.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just cleaning. I didn’t expect there to be anyone else here.” She rushed around me and opened the fridge. “Would you like something to eat? I can cook something before you leave.”

I shook my head and felt my hair move as one unit. Wincing at how I must look, I laughed awkwardly and started backing away. “No, thank you. I’m just going to go. I have…an appointment.”

“Oh, of course! Well, let me help you out. Unless you have the code to the elevator or a card, it won’t let you out.” Something about her face was familiar, but I chocked it up to her resembling the guys in some way, even if I couldn’t place why. She was pleasantly plump and had the kindest eyes, but she was catching me in an awkward position, so I couldn’t appreciate her kindness. “I tell the boys all the time that it seems like a safety hazard, but do they listen? No.”

Boys. The alcohol from the night before threatened to make a second appearance. I stumbled and caught myself just before I crashed into a very expensive looking side table. “Boys?”

She took one look at my face and giggled. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t call them boys still. They’re perfectly legal, honey.”

I covered my mouth again and pressed a fist into my stomach. “I really have to go.”

A few beats later, I was inside the elevator on my way down to the exit, but the woman had joined me. I leaned heavily against the wall, trying not to have a complete freak out. Boys. Perfectly legal. Just how old were they?

“Should I wake up the boys and have them call a car for you, honey? You don’t look so good.” She scoffed. “I mean, you’re beautiful. You just look sick. Is it because I called them boys again? I am so sorry. They’re not boys, I promise. They’re in their mid-twenties. And if you saw the way they carriedthemselves, you’d think they were even older. Although…I guess you did see the way they carry themselves. Aren’t they such great bo-men?”

I found my phone in my purse and shook my head, desperate to get away from her. “I can handle it. Thank you, though. I think… I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Of course. These elevator rides always make me sick, too. I wish they didn’t have to live on the top floor. Me? I live on the first floor of my house. Maybe when I was younger, I could’ve handled this elevator every day, but I have an issue with the crystals in my ears now that I’m a little older. They say sixties are the new fifties, but I don’t know about that.”

The doors opened and I sprinted out. “Thank you! I have to go!”

She rushed after me, still talking. “My name is Mary, dear. Maybe the next time you come over to see the boys, we can have tea and get to know each other.”

I was legging it down the sidewalk, doing my best to get away from their building, but Mary wasn’t giving up. I called to her over my shoulder. “If I see them again, that would be nice. Thank you!”

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