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“Fuck. Sorry. I… I didn’t…”
With Logan’s cock still in her ass, Sloane leaned back and twisted just enough to bring her lips to mine. She cradled my cheek lovingly, the kiss tender and accepting.
“I wasn’t complaining. I liked how hard you came.” She glanced down at her lower back, where my seed was beginning to slide down between her ass cheeks. “Next time, you’ll get to comeinsideme. I mean, if you’re interested in using me the way these two have been.”
With a clarity that cut through the tequila, I immediately replied, “Fuck. Yes.”
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Sloane
We took turns cleaning ourselves up. Roman insisted on following me into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth, and wiping the evidence of his orgasm from my skin. Then he just sort of stood there awkwardly, like a bear who had found itself in a department store and didn’t know what to do.
“You can leave, now,” I said with a smile. “I have my own cleaning up to do.”
“Oh. Yeah. Um. Okay.”
I giggled to myself when he was gone. Nowhewas the one blushing, but I wasn’t going to tease him about it. I was too thrilled by everything we had just done.
I’m having sex with all three of my roommates.
It wasn’t really sex, if you wanted to get technical. He’d watched for most of it, then come on me while pushing my head down onto Knox’s dick. But my mind was already racing with new possibilities, new combinations that the four of us could explore.
“Easy, Sloane,” I told myself. “Let’s wait until we’re all sober. He might change his mind.”
I found them all in the living room. There was a new pitcher of margaritas on the coffee table, but I was still drunk from the multiple orgasms that had surged through my body only minutes ago.
“I made this batch,” Knox said. “They’re better than Logan’s.”
“What’s wrong with mine?” the tall wide receiver demanded.
“Too strong,” Knox and Roman replied in unison.
“Yeah, well… fuck you guys.” Logan flashed both middle fingers at his teammates.
Before I could pour myself a drink, Roman jumped up and did it for me. “Everything all right?” he asked, as if wondering if I’d regretted inviting him into our sex act.
“Better than all right.” I took a sip of the drink and smacked my lips. “Well. Tonight was a night of firsts.”
“What do you mean?” Knox asked slyly. “Typical Thursday night, if you ask me.”
I sank into the couch between him and Logan, while Roman returned to his recliner. “That,” I said, raising my eyebrow for emphasis, “was the first time I’ve ever been fucked in the ass.”
All three of them blinked in surprise.
“But you said—” Knox began.
“I’ve never had a chance to do it,” I explained. “I’ve used, um, toys before.” It felt weirdly vulgar to admit that out loud, which was ridiculous considering what we had all just done together.
“You never did it with your asshole ex?” Logan asked.
I grimaced. “I suggested it once. He laughed in my face. Said it was disgusting. Said anal sex was the kind of thing only porn stars andwhoresdid.”
In the blink of an eye, Roman and Knox had jumped to their feet with fists clenched. Logan let out a deep, wolfish growl of anger.
“Relax,” I told them. “That was a long time ago. I feel so much morefreewith you than I ever did with him.”
They sat back down slowly, but Roman was still wearing an expression like he wanted to tackle something. The way they reacted made me feel warm and safe, though. Like they would protect me from anything, whether insult or injury.
