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  It was his turn to look away and then back. He finally moved when I heard Nadia say, “Jeez, leave a girl in the cold, why don’t you?”

  It broke the tension and we all laughed. When she whisked in on the scent of gardenias, I couldn’t help but smile. I was not the only one who had prettied up for tonight. Her cheeks shone with radiant pink blush, her eyelids with purple and gold. Dramatic black liner made her eyes even more feline than nature had. And her hair was a smooth black cap that seemed to sparkle in the low light of my living room.

  “Hey! So,” I babbled, the old me rising up fast and furious. “So can we get naked and stuff soon? I feel like I might die or get sick.”

  Nadia laughed and took my face in her hands. She kissed me softly on the lips and then each cheek. Finally she dropped a kiss on each eyelid and then on my forehead.

  “The third eye,” I whispered randomly.

  “See, you’re full of wisdom. You know that you’re fine. No reason to worry, baby.”

  One more kiss and she stepped back. “But I’m up to getting naked whenever you guys are.”

  Matt chuckled. “How about we have this first?”

  He wore a long dark coat and he reached into the pocket, pulling a brown paper bag from its depths.

  “Ripple!” Nadia clapped.

  That was that. The laughter flooded my small house and I felt better. I felt okay. Back to golden and glowing. Back to excited but not scared.

  “Not quite,” Matt said, shaking his head.

  He knew where the glasses were. He uncorked the wine and poured out three glasses and we each took one. I mimicked Matt by swirling the dark-red liquid in my glass.

  “I’d offer you guys some snacks,” I said. “But again…sex. Too much food seems like a bad idea.”

  “Who says we’ll have sex with you?” Nadia said, grinning.

  “Yeah, what do you think we are? Sluts?” Matt followed up.

  “Ah and now I can see why you’re friends,” I snorted.

  “Because we think the same,” Nadia said. “After all, we both think you’re hotter than sin.” She traced a single thin finger from my neck into the deep V of my sweater. It was a snug black sweater that showed off my breasts in a way that used to make me uncomfortable.

  But tonight, that was why I chose the sweater. I trusted myself to feel beautiful around these two.

  Her finger dipped into my cleavage and she leaned in to follow that same trail with her tongue. She painted me with wine from her lips and her tongue as she lapped at me.

  Matt groaned. “Now I’m feeling jealous.”

  “Plenty for everyone,” she said, stepping back.

  He grinned that crooked grin and my heart twisted sideways. He nodded as if accepting a challenge and leaned in to lick the same wet path. His tongue was broader and I ended up wetter which made me wet somewhere else.

  “You guys are fucking with my head.”

  My nipples had risen into hard little knots and Nadia captured one between her fingertips. She applied pressure so that my stomach felt like I was on a roller coaster. “We want to fuck with more than your head, doll,” she said, laughing.

  “Though I think we both want a crack at this mouth,” Matt said, his voice gruff. When he pressed his finger to my lower lip I sucked it into my mouth just to hear him moan.

  “When you do that it―”

  “Fucks with your head?” I asked, laughing.

  “Yes ma’am.” He leaned in for another kiss, which I gladly accepted. When he kissed me I often felt floaty and wild. At other times he made me feel grounded. The effect he had on me was a paradox but it was a comforting kind of confusion.

  I pushed my fingers against his shorn hair and heard it whisper. He yanked me in hard, pulling me against his body. I could feel his cock hard and ready, pressing to the front of me. My pussy thumped with lust and blood and when Nadia pressed against the back of me, her full soft breasts crushed to me, I felt even more pressure between my legs. An urgency filled me.

  We were together. We were doing this. And now that it was happening, I wanted to do everything all at once. I wanted to feel my naked body pressed to each of them.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said to Matt.

  He smiled and kissed my cheek. Then he surprised me by turning me to face Nadia. Then it was his hard length pressed to the seam of my ass cheeks and her breasts pressing to mine. Her nipples were erect to match my own and I felt the brush of hard flesh to hard flesh.

  She kissed me and I whispered, “And I want you to fuck me.”

  “Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. That’s what we’re here for. Just for you.”

  I shivered between them. I was being kissed everywhere. The back of my neck, my cheek, my shoulder. Hands seemed to tangle together and Matt reached around to cup my breast and Nadia did the same. It was chaotic symmetry. It was perfect.

  I looped my arm around Nadia’s small waist and reached the other hand back to touch Matt, my fingers curling to his erection. When he stiffened against me and then sighed, I felt such a rush of power I could only laugh.

  “Look at her, Mattie,” Nadia said.

  He dragged his lips up the back of my neck, and my shoulders and breasts erupted in goose bumps. A faux chill settled in me followed instantly by a flash of heat.

  “What about her? That she’s gorgeous?” he asked. He wedged his hand between my legs, still rubbing his cock against the back of me as Nadia spoke.

  “Trapped between two lovers. Glowing and gorgeous and totally alive now.”

  “And I told my sister,” I snickered.

  “Wow! Confessing to the sister!” Matt said. He got greedy and turned me back toward him. Nadia balked good-naturedly, but then she reached around and pushed a hand in my pants. She found my clit with her fingertip and pressed. Fluids rushed out of me and I moaned.

  “She’s a ballsy one,” Nadia said.

  “That’s the girl I drew in those pictures. A warrior.”

  Together they pushed my pants down. There is something to be said for teamwork.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  “Stop, stop,” I sighed and they both froze.

  “No problem,” Nadia said, but I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

  “Right, we said—” Matt rumbled.

  I laughed, feeling them both pressed against me still but more gently than before. A chill settled over me at the slight drop in body heat. Outside the wind howled and as our crappy electricity is wont to doing, the lights flickered.

  “I just wanted to move it up to my bedroom. The last thing I want to do is have sex in my living room again. I do have a bed.”

  “Oh.” Nadia chuckled, kicking my pants aside and leading me by the hand.

  “We can have sex anywhere,” Matt said. He pinched my butt and I jumped. “We’re kinky like that.”

  I yelped and then smiled as Nadia led me quickly and Matt followed close behind.

  When we passed the skylight to go into my bedroom, I let that sound of snow on it wash over me. It used to make me feel lonely, now it made me feel secure. I was with two people who made me feel strong and beautiful and loved.

  “Here we are,” Matt breathed in my ear as we moved into the room. He gave my bare ass a hearty slap and heat flooded that skin. Quickly on its heels flowed pleasure.

  “Do that again,” I whispered. Nadia dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth to me. My legs sagged a little and I felt unsteady but for her hands on my thighs and his hands on my hips.

  “Maybe…if you’re good,” Matt said.

  Nadia’s long cool finger slipped into me and she told him, “Oh, she’s good. Go on, Mattie. Don’t be a prick. Give it to her. I think she just realized she likes it.”

  He buried his face in my hair, smoothing his big hands over my bottom. It was hard to focus between that and what Nadia was doing to me. Her finger pressed deep inside me, her tongue lapped eagerly at my pussy.

  “Is that true?” he asked.

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  “Did you like how that felt?”

  I nodded, chewed my lips, and pushed my fingers into Nadia’s sleek hair to feel it on my skin. She sucked my hard clit and the sensation that swirled through me made me beg.

  “I did, I did, and I’d very, very much like if you’d do it again. Please. Matt…please.” My voice cracked and he heard it. The sound that emanated from him made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It was the sound of need.

  The first blow rocked me. Rocked me right into Nadia’s waiting mouth. She nudged my slippery hole with her tongue. Matt delivered another blow and moisture rushed out of me—I felt it go.

  “You’re making her juicy,” Nadia teased and Matt groaned.

  He gave me three firm smacks, alternating cheeks, until my bottom burned with blood. A thumping heat that had me writhing mindlessly against Nadia, who didn’t seem to mind a bit.

  When he smoothed his warm hands over my welted skin—being so gentle after being so rough—and kissed the back of my neck, I came. Nadia gripped my hips and held me as she lapped up every drop. Then she glanced up, grinning.

  “That should warm her up for you, Mattie. She’s as slick as a waterslide.” She got to her feet and I leaned in, mindless and desperate for a kiss. Her mouth tasted like me. A bit sweet, a bit musky. I licked her lips at my leisure, gathering every bit of myself off her skin. I ran my hands over the warm swell of her breasts, taking my time to pinch her dark nipples so she gasped. Then I found my bold streak and slithered my fingertips down her belly to her mound. I parted her nether lips and found her clit.

  I rubbed her until she staggered back, saying, “Come on now. Come onto the bed.”

  We tumbled to the bed in a heap. Her hitting first, me dropping onto her and Matt laying down beside us.

  I rubbed myself along Nadia’s length, feeling her smooth skin and her hard nipples. The sultry-soft brush of her short-short pubic hair to my bare mound.

  Matt smoothed his fingers over my still-stinging ass cheeks. I hissed at the sensation and kissed Nadia on the lips. When her tongue brushed mine my pussy went softer, wetter. Matt slipped a finger into me, testing me.

  “Soaked,” he said to Nadia. “Get up on your knees, Clara,” he said to me.

  I kissed a trail down Nadia’s cinnamon-colored skin. My tongue darted momentarily into her pretty navel and she jumped, laughing, because I’d tickled her. Matt moved behind me, smoothing circles on my ass, pushing his finger back into me and then adding a second. When I moaned against Nadia’s thigh he added a third.

  “Lick her,” he told me. Hearing him say those words sent a thrill through me. My body quaked with arousal and urgency as I slid the tip of my tongue between her nether lips. I nibbled her fat outer lips and took my time to work her up. I could tell she was well past ready, her head tossed back and forth and she kept lifting her hips to meet me even when I pulled back.

  Matt dragged the smooth head of his cock along my left ass cheek then slowly made his way to my right. He studiously ignored my cunt, where I needed him most of all. He pushed one of his still-wet fingers into my ass and my body bucked violently at the intrusion. It only served to force my mouth against Nadia. I sucked her clit hard enough to make her whimper but made sure to soothe her with gentle laps and wet drags of my flattened tongue.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, pretty Clara,” Matt informed me. He slid in just an inch, testing my entrance with his girth. “Because a man can only take so much.”

  His hands were in my hair, pulling it back a bit so he could see me. And I made sure to give him something to see. I ate Nadia so that she shimmered under me, restless and gorgeous. Her long elegant fingers grasping the bedsheets, her slender shoulders bunching with sexual tension. When she came, she suddenly clutched my wrists hard enough to make them tingle. The sensation of her rough grip made my pulse pound. Matt drove into me deep, pushing me forward, my forehead pressing the mattress near Nadia’s shoulder.

  She kissed my lips and then my cheek. Then she pressed her lips to my ear and whispered, “Pretty, Clara. I hope he fucks you good, because I’m next.”

  All I could do was nod and whimper. I was pulled under and tossed about by what my body was experiencing. Matt drove into me hard enough to inch me forward. His warm hands skated everywhere on me. My back, my hips, teasing circles on my ass. He pushed a finger into my ass and I hissed, feeling that added tension and the friction of him pressing against his own thrusting cock through the thin membrane between back hole and cunt.

  “You’re just tight. And wet. My God,” he sighed.

  A quiver shook me from head to toe and he gripped my hips to steady me. I sobbed when the first spasm hit me. The contraction was fierce and welcome but seemed oh too soon. I felt the added sensation of his fingertips on my clit as he reached under me.

  “A little more, sweetheart,” he said so softly my heart twisted. There was so much tenderness in his voice it humbled me.

  This was kinky and dirty and incredibly perverted and yet he made me feel like a delicate lady…a flower…a princess. Every cliché that meant girly and loved was what he made me feel.

  He stroked me off until I gave up one smaller burst of pleasure. The orgasm made me hang my head, my back singing with the tension. He pulled free and I turned halfway, confused.

  “What’s wr—”

  Matt held up a hand, grinning. He touched my chin and whispered, “Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t want to come yet is all.”

  “But why?”

  “Not ready.”

  I motioned for him to come up and straddle me and he did as Nadia moved. There was a pause as he considered it, as if he might deny me. But then he moved over my body, his thighs pinning my arms down. I manage to get one up and grip his cock in my loose fist. My other arm remained pinned down by my leg.

  “Clara, you don’t have t—”

  “Oh my God. I don’t have to?” I laughed. “Is that what you’re actually saying to me, Matt Millen?”

  He chuckled.

  “Have you noticed what we’re doing here?”

  “Fucking?” he asked, but his voice said maybe that was not the word he would choose.

  I said nothing. Just stared into those pretty dark eyes.

  “Yes, fucking,” came Nadia’s voice, just as I stuck my tongue out to taste myself on the tip of Matt’s cock.

  She parted my thighs and though I couldn’t see her, I knew her eyes would be intense and dark. Something large and smooth and cool ran along my damp split and my thighs quivered. It could only be her imposing but beautiful blue cock.

  Nadia slipped into me. Her cock filled me in an entirely different way than Matt had. He was long and thick, she was long and curved and thin. The veins on her strap-on pronounced, almost like a ribbed condom.

  I arched my hips, my upper body trapped under Matt, my mouth full of his cock as I sucked harder and harder to urge him to move. When he thrust deeply, fucking my mouth in earnest, my stomach tumbled with arousal.

  He held my head in his hands, guiding his cock deep into my throat so that I had to suck air through my nose to really get my breath. Nadia hiked my legs up, putting my feet on her shoulders. I could barely see part of her peeking around the side of Matt, but I imagined her watching herself slip in and out of me. It was something I’d seen men do often and I knew damn well my ballsy Nadia would be doing it too.

  “I want you to come. I want you to come…” I repeated softly. God, how I wanted him to get off. God, how I wanted to be the person to get him there.

  The feeling that was glowing in my chest was one I had not considered allowing in my life since my sister got me to deal with Richard. And now the feel of it was both energizing and terrifying.

  “Please, please,” I said, craning my neck. Sucking as hard as I could to try and force him into the orgasm I wanted him to have.

  “Jesus, Clara,” Matt sighed, his thick fingers threading in my hair as I moved my
mouth over his shaft. Tongued that small divot at the top of his cock. Tasted the salty bit of pre-come and my own sweet muskiness.

  I slammed my hips up in the same tempo and heard Nadia inhale sharply. My force and motion would be provoking those little knobs inside her strap-on that she’d shown me. Every single thrust would aggravate—in the best possible way—her clit with those tiny fingers.

  My body hung precariously on the line between exhaustion and bliss. A single thrust, a single lick, a single heartbeat would be the difference between pleasure and utter joy.

  I ran my teeth up the back of his cock and then soft as could be licked the silken skin of his cock head. I let my tongue play over the glans and my mouth left warm slick trails and he was done, his eyes going dark, his muscles locking with tension. Matt’s head fell back and he uttered words I couldn’t hear.

  And then he was coming and I was trying my best to get every last drop of him. But he was still moving and I was pinned under him. Nadia came just then, jolting me a bit with her motion and triggering my own saccharine-sweet release. In the mad jumble of motion and moaning, I found myself covered forehead to chin in Matt’s come.

  When he looked down at me, smiling and flushed, to thumb some off my eyebrow, all I could do was laugh.

  And when Nadia curved over me, spent, he was still working to clean my face. I could hear the happy, tired sound of us all laughing—together.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  “Food?” he said, dropping down next to me and curling me in against him.

  “I could do food,” I sighed.

  Nadia dropped a kiss on my hipbone and then very low on my belly right above my mound. “I could totally eat something besides you. Not that you don’t taste fucking phenomenal, mind you.”

  I smiled, found her silken hair with my fingers and stroked it. She kissed my fingers and Matt kissed my cheek. When I turned to kiss him, I stalled.

  “What?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I…just…some guys are grossed out when—”

  “When you give them a kiss after giving them a mind-melting orgasm?” He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. So deeply I imagined him tasting his own taste on my lips. Gathering small bits of his semen off my tongue…