Page 49 of Three Meows

I wanted to be their slut.

Draw me like one of your French girls,I thought feverishly, knowing Chester was striving to capture the moment of my debasement.

Elijah exploded in my mouth with a cry. The salty taste of cum spread over my tongue, my tastebuds tingling with the potent flavor. I swallowed the milky fluid down, letting the warmth slide down my throat and settle in my stomach like a prize.

One more to go.

Elijah’s softening cock slipped from my lips and I said goodbye to it with a butterfly kiss. Then I braced myself against my lover and twisted as much as I could to look at Rowan over my shoulder.

“Please, please, make mefly.”

As Rowan answered my cries by pounding into me with furious abandon, I let my gaze drift to the skies outside the plane’s window. The fluffy clouds really made it look as if I was already in seventh heaven but I truly reached the promisedland when Rowan spilled inside of me with a curse, his panted breaths pressed to my back as his hips rolled, chasing after the last sparks of fire burning his body.

The warm feeling of being so needed, wanted, craved by three men spread through my mind as now I had the proof of those feelings inside of me. With a shudder and a gasp, I orgasmed once more, allowing myself the freefall of completion.

I give the Mile High Club five stars out of five.Would recommend to friends, I thought as Chester insisted I stay naked until the very last possible minute so that he could draw me all languid and fucked out.

Chapter Twenty-Four

When I stepped over the threshold of my flat it was a relief. The family visit was amazing and all, but now I wanted time to myself. To decompress, to think through all the feelings I had been exposed to during my stay at the villa.

In the living room a collection of plants greeted me on the table, and I spotted our bags on the floor. Lighting up at seeing that things had already arrived, I turned to Elijah to discuss with him where all the tiny plants should go, only to pause as I saw Rowan inspecting the underside of the table.

“What are you doing?” I asked, miffed.

“Looking for bugs and cameras,” Rowan said nonchalantly, as if that wasn’t some spy-level shit.

“Do you think my father would really do that?” I asked, and Rowan shrugged, continuing his pursuit.

I left the man to his search and returned my attention to the plants. I passed the cactus with the red flower, his very first pick of the garden, to Elijah.

“I’ll start with my tiny blue flowers one,” I said, cradling my mother’s legacy in my hands.

After much deliberation, we placed the miniature plant and the cactus next to each other on the kitchen windowsill; the place getting the most sunlight and therefore the prime location. Seeing the two plants side by side, their colors made brighter by the rays of sun shining merrily through the window, made me feel all gooey and warm inside.

“All clear,” Rowan reported as he returned from his inspection. That meant the current truce with my father had a chance to continue. The future was looking bright!

“It’s good to be home,” Chester said.

In the few minutes we left the redhead alone he had already almost merged with the sofa, sprawling upon it shamelessly, ignoring any work that had to be done, like unpacking our bags.

I contemplated throwing something at him, but he looked too cute with his face pressed into the cushions.I will let him off just this one time, I lied to myself.

Then my brain screeched to a halt as I finally processed what Chester said.

“Home?” I said as I felt tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

“Yeah?” Chester looked at me weirdly.

“You have never called this place home before…” I said, emotion thick in my voice.

Chester scratched his cheek in an embarrassed motion.

“Well, you know, home is where the food is and all that…”

“I have been feeding you since day one,” I snorted. “Does this mean this was your home even before you moved in?”

Chester’s cheeks reddened and he wouldn’t look at me.

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