Page 17 of Contentment
Briggs quickly pulled from my ass, and set me on his stomach as Felyx is still pulsing his cum into me. Felyx slowly backs out of me and sits back on his knees. “Now that’s a pretty sight,” he hums in appreciation, and I swear this fucking man and his mouth are going to take me out. Then he decides to go for the headshot, apparently. “Be a good boy and clean our girl up.”
Our girl.
Clean me up.
Briggs, clean me up…
As in lick up his cum from my cunt. Dear fucking Lord, what are they teaching these Florida men?
Honestly, I don’t care. I’m eating this up, and leaving no fucking crumbs behind.
Am I going to be able to look Felyx in the face in the morning without blushing like a virgin?
Fuck no.
The shit that’s come out of that mouth tonight I would’ve never imagined him saying, let alone being able to conjure upthe thoughts and ideas. But I could tell the moment I ran into him, the sensual vibes emanated from him in waves.
And I had to get as close as possible to let those waves wash over me—drown me.
Then there’s the side of Briggs that Felyx has brought out, which is nothing I’ve ever seen from him. Peeling back more layers of Briggs, the man I’ve known for eight years, shouldn’t be exciting, but it is. The sex has always been good between us, but tonight’s activities are unbelievable.
?* Briggs is now down between my legs, looking up at me as he takes one long like from my dripping hole, all the way up to my clit. He pays special attention to it, and when he sucks it between his lip and bites down, I scream, “Fuck, Briggs! I’m sensitive!” I genuinely don’t think I could come again if I wanted to, but these two are clearly competing to see who can make me come the most tonight.
Not a bad game to be in the middle of, but I will pass the fuck out. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come. At the end, I think I was in a constant orgasm, and I don’t know how many times I can come before I drift down to hell.
That is exactly what Felyx said he wanted earlier—me begging not to come anymore, and I’m on the brink.
Great, a new fucking kink being unlocked…that I sure as hell didn’t need.
I’ve been in my head since I come down off the orgasm mountain. Enjoying them using my body the way they just did has me questioning every moral that has been ingrained in my head from the youngest of ages. Then there’s the trust aspect. I barely know Felyx, but our souls seem to know each other on a deeper level. You have to trust your partners, and they also have to trust you to say when or if you’ve had enough.
So I tell them, “Yellow.”
Felyx practically picks Briggs off the bed, tossing him to the other side. “Just yellow, Felyx. I need a breath.”
He runs to the mini fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, and handing it over to me. “Here, Darlin’, drink this for me.” He unscrews the cap and hands the bottle over. “I know it was just yellow, but I also don’t know your safe words. Your yellow could very well be my red. Or vice versa. We need to talk this morning about all of this…”
“And I appreciate that so much.” I keep sipping the water, and then remember that we never had any of the important conversations tonight, so I blurt out, “I’m on birth control…I know we didn’t have that convo, but that’s an important thing to discuss in this climate we currently live in…” I finally look up and meet his gaze, adding some more important information he’s probably still wondering about, “I’m clean, and so is Briggs.”
“Yeah, we both got tested a couple of months back for our every-six-month check, Scottie and I do.” That’s always been my agreement with him. He told me he always wore condoms before, but you truly never know. They can break, not everything’s covered, and there’s always oral. So, just to be sure, we both still get checked regularly.
“So am I. It’s been over a year since the last one, and I haven’t been with anyone since. I’m also sterilized. I got a vasectomy back in 2022.” He gives me a wink, and I swear this man somehow got one hundred times hotter. But that explains why he didn’t even ask before filling me up like a Boston cream pie a few minutes ago.
I’ve known for a while now that I didn’t want kids, and Briggs is the same, but I’ve always been on birth control, never trusting a man to take the responsibility not to get me pregnant. Not to mention, I’m thirty-two, and birth control is riskier as you get older.
Fuck, maybe Briggs will get a vasectomy too. And then I can be bred to my heart’s desire, and never have to worry about the crotch goblins that could come from that kind of fun.
Briggs must see the scheming look on my face. “I’ll schedule a consult for our next little break.”
“I feel like this is such an intimate conversation for me to be a part of,” Felyx jokes, but I can see he’s feeling like this doesn’t involve him.
“Neither of us wants kids, and I’m tired of being on birth control, so it’s the perfect time to have this conversation.” I look down at my hands in my lap, and add, “And I don’t know about Briggs, but we would love to keep you around…”
Felyx’s smile is breathtaking, but he doesn’t give me any reassurance with his words. Instead, both of them carry me into the shower and force me to eat again, before we’re all drifting off to sleep. I’m tucked in the middle of them, feeling safer than I have in years.
* Get You Better - Daniel Di Angelo
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