Saving Savannah

The guys looked at each other for three or four seconds of silence, my body pinned between them.

“Well it’s just that I’m really close,” Erik admitted. His voice was tight, his fingers flexing. I could feel him throbbing hard inside me, desperate to keep himself from the edge.

“So, yeah, well… I know we should’ve asked you before, and…”

I decided to put him out of his misery.

“Yes.”

His relief was palpable, washing over him in a wave. I felt his whole body relax, even as he began thrusting again.

“I’m on the pill,” I told him again, this time wriggling my ass. I was smiling over my shoulder now. Really enjoying this. “Go ahead, baby. Fire away.”

All the air left his lungs in one grateful breath, as Erik unloaded inside me. He kept flexing and screwing me through his orgasm. Slamming himself home again and again, while pumping me full of his seed.

“Ohhhh FUCK yes…”

I still had one hand on Roman, stroking him slowly as his friend finished emptying himself inside me. His gaze was locked on my ass — his attention completely drawn to watching us fuck. I could tell he got off on the voyeurism aspect of the whole thing. Maybe even more so than he could’ve imagined.

“You want a turn?” I teased, twisting in his direction. I could only imagine how I looked. My pussy all swollen and full. His friend’s come still dripping down the inside of my smooth, bare thigh.

“What do you think?”

“I think I can make you come before you make me come again,” I dared him. “That’s what I think.”

He smirked wryly, then pushed me forward, onto the bed. Face down on my elbows, I felt Erik slip a pillow under my cheek just as his friend straddled my ass and slid all the way up inside me.

“Of course, a girl wouldn’t mind being wrong about such a thing…” I cooed softly.

Twenty-One

SAVANNAH

It was a simple thing to duck out, in the dead of night. I was returning the favor, so to speak. Making the same kind of exit the guys had made back at my place, and avoiding any sort of ‘morning after’ awkwardness that came with the territory.

The reality of the situation however, was that I didn’t feel the least bit awkward at all.

This should’ve been strange to me, especially considering my history. I’d been great at sex, but not at what came afterward. Successful with men, but never with relationships.

In bed, maybe I did have a rockstar pussy. But everything that came beyond that usually turned to shit.

During the Uber ride back to my apartment, I had a few solid minutes to think about what I’d done. Under any other circumstances, this would be a walk of shame. Only I didn’t feel guilty. Not in the slightest. And if I were being entirely honest, I didn’t even feel shocked about it.

That alone should’ve shocked me.

Instead I felt elation. Emotionally and physically satisfied beyond anything I’d had before. For some reason, I was comfortable, with three strangers I barely knew. Falling into bed with them like old lovers. Letting them take me together…

I shed yesterday’s clothes on my way through the bedroom, and took a hot, steam-filled, four-in-the-morning shower. By the time I got out it was nearly five. Too late to go to bed, too early to get up. Sort of.

In the end my urge for coffee won out. I brewed a pot and practically drank the whole thing, lazing out on my couch. Watching the old horror movie Christine as the sun slowly illuminated the sky. My body was tired, but my mind was awake. It was Saturday, in Salem, a few weeks before Halloween. I’d open the shop early today for sure.

They’re going to want to see you again.

The thought both thrilled and alarmed me at the same time. I’d broken my rule. Hell, I’d shattered it.

And Zane… he’s already asked for a raincheck.

That part I actually looked forward to, despite all the warning bells in my head. Just like the others, Zane was right up my alley. Fun and funny, tall and gorgeous. A panty-dropping smile, and shoulders that went on for days. Not to mention my favorite place on his body: the vast, rippled expanse of his washboard stomach…