“I guess I don’t have to ask why you’re here.” She chuckles. “You’re theirs.”
“I am,” I say as a sense of pride fills me at the words.
I am theirs.
Happily.
For whatever they need me for. Even if it’s only the way they took me in the hotel, I’m down with that forever. It was fantastic. I don’t need flowery stuff, I don’t need them to suffocate me with romance and attention. I just need excitement and safety.
We talk small talk, but all I can do is count the minutes until I’m alone with them again. I want to tell them that I’m theirs, that it’s all I want to be. Nothing more, nothing less, just theirs. I lick my lips and lift my eyes when I hear Della calling my name several times.
“Are you planning on staying? For good?” she asks.
I nod my head a couple of times as I watch her, wondering exactly what she’s asking me. “They’ve been through a lot,” she whispers.
Clearing my throat, I give her a smile. “I’m sure they have.” And I am.
They are part of what I would consider a gang of sorts, they are obviously both bisexual, but I can see it’s more than just that. They are in love with one another. The way they look at each other, it’s clear. I don’t want to get between their love, I just want to enhance it and I think that I can.
This is totally a he-man club, so I’m sure they’ve been through a hell of a lot in their lives. I don’t say any of that to her though, it’s really none of her business. I don’t even know her. I just want to find a slice of happiness, however that looks.
“God, you’re gone for them, aren’t you?” she asks with a small laugh.
“Completely,” I agree right before I feel four sets of hands on me.
Two around my waist and two pressing against the center of my back. Their mouths touch each side of my neck and I sigh as I close my eyes. Yeah, I’m completely one-hundred-percent gone for them.
Lost and hoping to never be returned.
Epilogue
FIVE YEARS LATER
SHELBY
A tongue traces the scarred flesh of one of the insides of my thighs. Another tongue slides up the side of my throat.
Five years.
That’s how long my body, heart, and soul have belonged to these two men, and it’s been the best five years of my entire life. With a sigh, I spread my legs wider and arch my neck to allow more access to both of them.
They only come to me when they want me. They sleep together in their own room and I have mine. If anyone knew, they would think that I’m just a roommate and they are the couple.
But they do need me, often.
They need one another more and I am content with what I get from them, they never make me feel like a third wheel or a burden. I have my space and I’m perfectly fine with that.
This morning, they found their way into my room and my heart races with excitement.
“He’s going to eat your sweet cunt and I’m going to fuck your ass, are you ready?” Mamba asks.
Shivering, I let out another sigh. “I am so ready,” I breathe.
Mamba stands at the side of the bed, Gator lays down on his back, his head faces him and I crawl on top of Gator so that I’m straddling his face. Looking down, I lick my lips at the sight of Gator’s hard length.
He starts to gently stroke himself and I lower down, moving backward and replace his hand with my own and open my mouth to take him inside of me.
This.
This is one of the things that I need from them. They touch me, they fill me, they want me—every part of me. I’ve never felt this much before in my life. This much of anything, but more specifically, this much love.
I feel the warm lube as Mamba strokes my back entrance, two of his fingers fill me as Gator works his fantastic magic against my pussy. I don’t know how he does it without stopping, because I have to pause from sucking him, just to try and catch my breath.
Slowly, Mamba sinks inside of me with a moan. My entire torso is pressed against Gator’s, and I relax my throat so that I can take almost all of him, remembering to breathe through my nose.
Mamba fucks my ass, Gator eats my pussy, and I can’t do anything but hold Gator’s dick down my throat. I feel like I should be doing more, but I can’t, it’s all so much. I feel my climax building inside of me, it’s going to be completely earth-shattering when I do come.
I thought that the sex, the need and desire, would eventually die down between us, like maybe we wouldn’t want each other as much as we did when we met, but I think we want one another more now.
“Fuck,” Mamba grinds out, his hands spreading my ass far as he continues to fuck me, his hips slamming against me harder with each thrust.
I come. Just as expected, it’s hard. Lifting my head, I release Gator’s cock as I cry out with my release. Mamba is next. He buries his dick deep inside of me and I feel him twitch as he finds his own release. Lowering my head, I concentrate on Gator’s cock, sucking and licking him over and over until he comes down my throat.
We’re all a giant sweaty mess when I roll off of Gator and onto my back. Mamba collapses next to me and Gator shifts so that he’s on the other side of me.
“Happy anniversary, little doe,” Gator rasps.
Lifting my head, I look at each of them. “I forgot,” I cry out.
They both chuckle, but neither of them says anything as they smile.
“I can’t believe I forgot,”
