SCARLET
As Seb lined himself up behind me, I couldn’t help but go limp.
They had completely and utterly exhausted me in the best way possible. The orgasms were intense and so close together that it almost felt like one had bled into the next, never fully stopping.
As Seb pushed slowly inside of me, letting me adjust to the size of him, Elliot and Tristan moved closer to each side of me, letting their hands move all of my body. I could feel all three of them, touching and caressing me, and it felt amazing. I felt loved and cherished and so fucking needed.
“Fuck,” I swore as the burning increased and Seb had pushed himself in to the hilt.
“I told you, pet,” he said, leaning over me and stroking my ass. “I’m not coming in your pussy until you get off of birth control.”
He pulled out slowly and thrust back in, that piercing stroking every fucking nerve inside of me. Tristan’s hand found its way to my clit and began to softly draw circles around it with his finger while Sebastian’s thrusts increased.
“I—I seriously can’t,” I begged them. My body felt completely worn-out. There was nothing left in it to give. If they ripped another orgasm from it, I would surely die. It wasn’t going to be a laughing matter anymore. Scarlet dying from orgasms. Ha ha ha. No. I was seriously going to die.
“Yes you can, sweet girl,” Elliot said, locking his eyes with mine as Tristan and Seb kept playing with my body in all the right places. He brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me, softly at first and then harder. His kiss became all-consuming, and I suddenly couldn’t tell where one of them began and the other one ended.
“Scarlet,” Seb said from behind me. “I’m going to come, baby. And I want you right there with me, okay?” I whimpered as Tristan picked up his pace, and Seb’s hips thrust against me with more force.
I didn’t think I could do it, but my body wanted one more. My mind went blank as another orgasm built, and all three of them saw me through it. I felt the electricity roll through my body and then Sebastian’s as he finished inside of me before pulling out and flopping on the bed next to Tristan.
My body was a wet noodle, completely limp with pleasure as the aftershocks moved through my muscles. Tristan pulled me into his arms and kissed my hair.
“Let’s get you a bath and maybe some food?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice to work.
“I’ll get her bath started,” Seb said, and I felt the bed move as he got up and walked to the bathroom.
“What do you want to eat, princess?” Elliot asked me, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek.
“God, anything. A buffet,” I told him. “A buffet of anything you can get your hands on.”
He laughed and went to roll off the bed as well, but I grabbed his arm.
“I’m serious, Elliot. I want anything you can get here by the time I’m out of that bath.” He moved and kissed me again, laughing as he rolled off the bed and walked out of the room.
“How are you feeling? Tristan asked as his fingers weaved through my tangled hair.
“Exhausted,” I sighed, turning over so that I could cuddle into his chest. “How do you feel? About everything that happened?”
I felt his chest rumble as he laughed.
“You mean with Sebastian?”
“Yes.” I scooted back so I could see his face as he answered.
“I don’t know,” he said, meeting my eyes before looking at the wall behind me while he thought about it. “I guess I’ve never really thought of myself being interested in anything with anyone other than women, but it feels a little different with him.”
“I’ve always thought of myself as liking the person and not the gender,” I told him. “I don’t care what sex organ is attached to your body. If I like you, it’s because I like you. Maybe that’s what it is with Seb?”
“I think so. Ever since that time we shared you,” he said, laughing quietly. “I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I couldn’t get him out of my mind.”
“Well, I’m all for us all sharing each other,” I told him, snuggling myself back up against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and I breathed in his scent.
“I love you,” he said, kissing the top of my head.
I think I said it back, but I was so tired, I may have fallen asleep before I could. Because next thing I know, Sebastian was picking me up off of the bed and carrying me into the bathroom.
“Oh, hello,” I said, looking up at him with a surprised look on my face. “Did I fall asleep?”
“You did.” He laughed a bit as he stepped into the water and slowly lowered us both down.
“I’m leaking a lot of fluids,” I mumbled, letting the warm water carry me back into that realm between awake and sleep. “We may want to rinse off after this bath.”
“Okay, pet,” he laughed. After I clean you up, I will rinse us off to make sure neither of us has any foreign liquids on our person, okay?”
“Okay.”
I relaxed and let him wash my hair, getting new water from the faucet, I noticed gratefully, as he rinsed it. I had never had a partner that would wash my hair for me. And ever since Seb did it the first time, I knew I had been missing out. It was one of the best feelings in the world, and it made me feel so very well taken care of.
“No questions about me and Tristan?” he asked as he began to lather my body.
“I talked to Tristan already. He said it just kind of happened and that he’s been thinking about you ever since me, you, and him had fun together.” I rolled my head back and looked at him, wagging my eyebrows.
“Yeah, that makes two of us,” he said, his laugh vibrating through his chest behind me. “I figured you would be okay with it, but I wanted to ask you directly, just to make sure you’re included in all of the decisions…”
“Sebastian,” I said, rolling over in the water and causing it to splash out onto the tile. I looked him in the eyes. “I want all of us to share each other. There’s a lot of love between us all, and it may not all manifest with sex, but if it does, that’s perfectly okay with me.”
“Okay, my love,” he said, smiling like he didn’t expect me to take it so seriously. But how could I not? I would never stop them from loving each other. That would be incredibly hypocritical of me. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it when I got to watch and take part.
“What kind of food do you think Elliot is going to get me?” I asked him, suddenly remembering there was a promise of food. I rolled back over and let him finish washing the rest of my body.
“I’m guessing, if he’s smart, he’ll have everything from Chinese to Italian to fried fucking chicken out there by the time I get you out of this bath and into the kitchen.”
“Fried chicken!” I moaned, feeling all sorts of things all over again. “Hurry up, and let’s get out of here. I want to stuff my face full until I can barely breathe. And then I want to crawl into bed and sleep for days.”
“Eat. Sleep for days. Kill attempted murderer. Take a vacation.” He ticked everything off on his fingers. “That sound right?”
I flipped around again and kissed him hard on the mouth.
“Sounds perfect.”