Saving Savannah

None of us could ask her out. We’d already been with her. Unless we were all with her, which we’d decided was somehow okay.

Jesus.

It sounded nuts, but if we were all involved, there could be no jealousy. No envy or animosity, no sneaking around behind the others’ backs. In that respect she was a shared experience. And not just an experience, but a person too.

That was the one thing we had to agree upon from the start: that we’d never pressure her. That we’d let this incredible woman move at her own speed, and decide when and where the whole ride ended.

If it ended at all.

For now, we’d decided to enjoy what we had. To make her feel as special as possible, and the absolute center of our attention. If she balked, it wouldn’t be because of us. We had to tread carefully. Respectfully.

“Mmmmmm…”

Savannah let out a contented moan, winking playfully before switching from Erik to Roman. In the process, one of her hands reached out for me. It closed gently but firmly around my rock-hard shaft, pumping it in time and rhythm with her head bobbing slowly in Roman’s lap.

Damn.

I sank back into the cushions, watching her work. Thinking about how warm and incredible her mouth would feel a minute from now, when it closed over my cock.

She’s loving this as much as we are.

That part excited me, even if it confused me at the same time. Savannah wasn’t merely okay with what we were doing. She was actually thriving on it.

And so were we.

Because as much as we were spending time with her, not one of us could get enough. We felt the need for her all the time. To see her as much as we could without scaring her away, and include her in virtually everything we did. Almost like… Well…

Like a girlfriend.

Savannah whimpered, as Roman’s hands sifted their way into her hair. Her lips were plump and swollen now, from all the sucking. She’d done each of us twice already. Her back arched as her head sank down, her ass jutting upward and outward.

I decided I couldn’t take it anymore.

Dropping from the couch, I slid deftly behind her. Savannah sighed as I pressed her heated flesh up against mine. She squirmed backwards as my hands found her hips. My fingers desperately pulling her thong aside, until it was stretched out over one globe of her magnificent, porcelain ass.

“About time…” she murmured.

I didn’t hesitate. She was soaked enough that I was able to plunge inside, filling her all the way up from behind. Losing my mind as I bottomed out inside her, while she went back down on Roman with a primal, satiated groan.

Whatever we were doing, whatever we had, I knew one thing for certain: I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to ride out our time together for as long as we could, for as long as she’d have us.

My hands flexed, pulling that beautiful ass back against me. Burying myself as deep inside her as possible, while trying to stave off an all-new wave of emotions that made my heart physically hurt.

They were emotions I hadn’t felt in a long while. Feelings that had unfortunately always ended the same way, and with the same results.

And those feelings were dangerous.

Thirty-Two

SAVANNAH

They wore their hockey jerseys. Nothing else. That had been my one sexy request, after they’d taken back to back to back showers of course. Right now their bodies were warm. Fresh and clean, with a hint of musk beneath. They smelled like soap and skin and all good things, but each of them with their own distinct feel and taste.

And I was blowing them. Blowing three guys at the same time, from my knees, on their living room floor.

Holy slut.

The overt wantonness of it excited me. The feeling of not having to hold back, or feel even the slightest bit guilty for what I wanted. And what I wanted was them. They made me feel precious, and safe, and comfortable. And very, very hot.