Page 27 of Same Girl
Chosen lifted his head from the pillow and lifted an eyebrow. “You remember what we did?”
“I remember everything that we did, and I have no regrets,” I assured him, rubbing his chest and kissing his cheek. “I just hate that I didn’t finish the conversation for you guys.”
“It’s okay, baby. We finished it.”
My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for what he might say. A part of me feared that he would tell me that he was leaving me. I knew that Fyve wasn’t leaving. If he were, he’d be gone by now.
Chosen cupped my face with his hands and kissed my lips. “We’re staying, baby. You get both of us, and we get all of you.”
My heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. Was this some sort of prank? Had they both truly agreed to stay with me?
“Are you serious? I can’t believe that Fyve agreed.”
“We had a heart-to-heart last night, and we want you to be happy.”
“But I want you both to be happy too, Chosen.”
“And we are happy, as long as you are.”
I pushed up and kissed his lips. Large, tattooed hands reached down and gripped my waist to pull me in place over him.
“Who washed and dressed me for bed?” I asked, brushing my lips against his.
“I washed you, and he dressed and carried you to bed.”
“I have never slept so hard in my life.”
“You had a lot to drink last night.”
I pressed my forehead against his, reached between us and cupped his dick, and whispered, “I want to feel you inside of me, baby.”
“You got me, pretty girl.”
I leaned sideways, jerked the nightstand open, and removed the condoms that I had placed in there. I grabbed a couple and laid them on the bed by his pillow. I picked up one, ripped it open, and scooted back on him so that I could cover him. Love and desire swirled in a sensual pool in Chosen’s eyes as I sank onto him. I lowered myself onto his body, and he clasped his hands behind my back, securing me to him.
My hips and ass slowly rose and sank again, taking the full measure of him into my body. I took my time, riding him as his erection stroked my inner walls. Our kisses were soft and slow, and I enjoyed the morning wake-up call.
I didn’t want to move too much and disturb Fyve’s sleep, so I was cautious in the tightly controlled gyrations of my hips and the soft swivel of my pelvis. My ass jutted up and then down again as Chosen and I bumped and grinded against each other.
The stolen movements and the soft kisses were that much more sensual than ever before. Part of it was the thrill of being with him first thing in the morning, and the other part was the possibility of getting caught and rising Fyve’s ire again.
Chosen released his hands and gripped my ass. He lifted me and then thrust hard into me while pulling me onto him, stealing my breath. I dropped my head, my hair covering the sides of his face, and I took his lips with mine. His tongue pressed against my lips as I rocketed closer to the end.
Chosen slowly dragged me down his dick again, and I turned my head to rest it on his shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I saw Fyve’s intent gaze on mine. I didn’t realize that we woke him up. He wasn’t looking angry as I would have expected. Instead,he seemed curious. He was studying me as if he were trying to decipher if my connection with Chosen was different than the one I shared with him. It was completely different.
I was a softer version of myself with Chosen, relaxed, chill, quiet, and loving. With Fyve, I was less of a girly girl and more aggressive. I was less toned down. With Fyve, I was louder and more passionate than I was with Chosen.
Fyve was no longer on his belly, but he had turned on his back without either Chosen or me noticing it. He had one arm propped underneath his head, and he watched us. My eyes glanced down upon noticing his arm moving, and I saw that he stroked himself.
That turned me on even more, and I pumped harder on Chosen with my eyes connected with Fyve. I licked my lips, blew him a kiss, and then I moaned softly. I watched Fyve for a few more minutes before Chosen turned my head toward him. He kissed me, and I knew that he wasn’t aware that Fyve was awake.
Within a few seconds, Fyve pushed up on his elbow and smoothed a hand over my ass. I felt the bed dip as he shifted onto his knees. The warmth of his body covered me as he moved into position behind me, shifting his knees on either side of Chosen’s.
Chosen’s eyes flew open. I kept kissing him, hoping not to disturb the groove we had. Fyve ripped the condom with his teeth and placed it on himself before he smacked me on the ass.
“Turn over, li’l baby.”
I climbed off Chosen and turned around to face Fyve.
