The Arrangement

I didn’t know what to say. There just weren’t words. Chase was rimming my asshole, sliding his warm tongue all over the surface while still sawing three thick fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.

HOLY FUCK.

It was so, so dirty. Filthy yet warm and wonderful, all at the same time.

He’s eating your ass, Kayleen…

I gasped sharply as he probed me deeper. I could feel my legs trembling. My whole body quivering with want and need and lust and desire.

He’s putting his tongue against your—

My sudden orgasm all but crushed me, erupting straight from my core. It came from out of nowhere, crashing over me in wave after wave of pleasure so pure, so intense, it struck me temporarily blind.

“Unnnnghhhhhhh!”

I didn’t care what I looked like, or sounded like, or anything that superficial. All I knew were Chase’s thick fingers, plowing me deep. His wet tongue, gliding over me in places so unspeakably hot and taboo, places I never once thought to experience over the course of my lifetime.

But oh, so happy that I did.

I returned to earth in Nathan’s lap, being held in his big soft hands. My breath came in ragged gasps now. My cheeks were still wet with tears of joy.

I was woozy. Dizzy. Reeling with pleasure.

Then I felt Chase push himself slowly into me from behind… and everything was right with the world again.

Twenty-Two

KAYLEEN

They shared me all night, together and alone. Kissing me. Spreading me open. Taking turns on me over and over again, until they were both spent and empty.

By the time they were done I was a drenched, quivering mess.

I woke up snuggled between them, sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I was warm. Sated. Safe. Hearing their slow, rhythmic breathing somehow made me feel very powerful. As if I’d conquered or outlasted them. Like I was the sole survivor of some slutty, dirty battle.

Jesus, Kayleen.

I sat up and crawled out from the foot of the bed, somehow without disturbing anyone. The house was utterly silent. It wasn’t until I’d opened the door to the hallway that I realized the whole room still reeked of sex.

I was more hungry than tired now. Lucky for me, there was a fully-stocked kitchen just a short walk away.

You’re such a greedy bitch.

Marcy’s words, from our little meeting at the diner. She’d laughed as she said them, but it didn’t make the statement any less true.

Of all the connections I’d made since coming out west, Marcy was the one most like my friends back in Jersey. She said what she meant, never beat around the bush, and had a strict no-bullshit policy that I always admired.

Only right now she was the one admiring me. Especially when I gave her all the juicy details on what I was doing with the guys.

“That’s just fucking unreal,” she’d sworn over our second cup of coffee. “Even by California standards.”

I’d spent twenty minutes explaining the terms of my arrangement, and another ten fighting off her requests to ‘break a guy off’ for her. That part was strange for me. Not because I knew Marcy was only half-kidding, but because my stomach actually twisted at the idea of her going out on a date with one of the guys.

You’re jealous.

I stopped to examine my feelings. Shit, maybe I was.

Not maybe. Definitely.