Page 44 of Die For Me

He nodded and bit his lip as if he were ashamed.

My mind started to race.Why didn’t he ever approach me? Why didn’t he try to take me earlier?

“I was waiting for the right opportunity to approach you. I guess the video sort of pushed me into action,” he responded ominously.

All I could do was nod; I really had pushed Michael to the edge.

“What about the Chelsea condo?”

He shook his head. “It’s sold. I didn’t want to live there alone.” His voice was quiet and somber.

I put my head on his shoulder after a moment, my heart breaking all over again. I wondered how our life would look if Jack had never taken me. We would have been getting married soon; maybe I would have had a bachelorette party. Would I have still thought about Jack? Would I have kept wondering what my life would have been like with him? And what if I did choose Jack over Michael before—what would our lives look like then?

Jack didn’t give my thoughts any more time to continue spiraling; his hand began to caress my thigh, his strong grip squeezing my flesh. My nipples hardened as I looked over at him with a devious smile, wanting him to know how much I wanted him. He stared at me, his eyes wide with lust, as he slowly continued to make his way up higher on my leg, digging his hand between my thighs. I quickly gasped as he moved my thong to the side and stuck his middle finger inside of me, the slickness of my pussy guiding him easily. Michael tugged my head back with his hand, forcing me to look at him. He had the same eager, lustful look in his eyes as Jack. I quickly pressed my lips to his; the urgency forced a quiet moan from my throat as we passionately made out, his tongue swirling around mine, and his teeth biting softly onto my lip. Jack continued to move his fingerinside of me, slipping another finger in, his palm causing friction against my clit. I was wholly aware that there was an Uber driver in the front seat of the car and that somehow made what they were doing even hotter.

“Come on, sweetheart. Come on my fingers and clench that perfect pussy around them,” Jack whispered in my ear, gently grazing his lips against my earlobe.

I had to part my lips from Michael’s—I was about to come and I needed to bite my lip to muffle the inevitable moan I would let out. I looked down at Jack’s hand discreetly under my dress and bit my lip as I gently grinded against him, my orgasm close. Suddenly, Michael had his hand up my dress, grabbing my bare breast and using his fingers to tease my nipple.

“Fuck,” I whispered, then released a quick gasp as I grinded against Jack’s hand, my orgasm exploding onto his fingers as my pussy clenched around them.

“Good girl, my dirty fucking wife,” Jack whispered in my ear. He released his fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth, gently tasting my wetness.

“Come on then. Our turn, baby,” Michael said into my ear.

I looked down and realized his hard cock was popping out of his pants.

Jack chuckled. “I like the way he thinks,” he said quietly as he pulled his hard cock out as well and started to stroke himself.

I looked up at the Uber driver, and he seemed completely unaware—unless he was hiding it well. I glanced down at Michael’s cock then Jack’s as I spit into my hands and took them both in each hand. Feeling their warm, hard cocks in my hands somehow made me feel powerful and in control. I did this to them, and I knew I could make them come just like that. I began to stroke each of them slowly, working my way to a steady rhythm, my pussy dripping wet again. It was rare that I had theircocks in my hand; usually they were either shoved down my throat or inside of me, so this felt new and painfully sexy.

“Come on, baby. Come in my hand so I can lick it clean,” I whispered in Michael’s ear.

I turned to Jack and grazed my lips against his ear. “I know you love watching these cocks in my hands, Jack. You fucking pervert. Come for me so I can taste how badly you want me.”

Suddenly, Jack pumped his hips quickly up and down and let out a small grunt, his load shooting around my hand as I continued to stroke, wanting every last drop of it on me. I felt Michael doing the same and looked down at his cock as he covered his load with his hand, most of his cum shooting out and dropping back onto his cock. I smiled as I brought each of my hands to my mouth, licking their cum off my fingers and turning to each of them as I did so.

“There’s more here, baby. Wipe me clean,” Michael whispered, putting his palm to my mouth.

I tasted his warm, salty cum and smiled.

“That’s my good girl,” he grinned at me.

“I love any way you make me come, sweetheart. But I need to be inside of you the second we walk into the apartment,” Jack whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip to refrain the huge grin that would give away just how badly I wanted the same.

“I’m gonna pound my good girl so hard, baby,” Michael continued in my ear.

I grinded against the seat beneath me, their words turning me on even more, and I wondered how the hell any of us were going to get anything done. All we wanted to do was fuck. Was that even a problem? Maybe the more we all had sex, the closer Michael and Jack would get. Or would that cause even morecompetition, more arguments? There had to be a way for them to unite…I just needed to figure out how.

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It almost felt eerie that Michael was walking into our apartment with us. I never imagined he would be in this apartment, yet all this time he was directly across the street. I wondered how many times he saw me walking out of the building alone, wandering around Williamsburg with no real destination. I wonder what he felt when he saw Jack and I exit, hand in hand. Did he see us the night that Jack pushed me against the building as we made out? Did he watch me when I watched the sunset from the waterfront, hugging myself in the cold? Or all the times Jack and I watched it together, Jack holding me from behind and pressing his lips to my neck?

I turned to look at Michael as we walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and living room area.

“Um…make yourself comfortable. I’m just gonna pack some clothes and the necessities for now.” I took his hand and smiled, waiting for a reaction from him.

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