Two Hours
A broken moan leaves my throat when Jake pulls out of me. I can feel my asshole gaping, can feel the loss of his fullness. Zaid watches me, dark eyes assessing, but he says nothing.
All he does is adjust himself in his pants and moves away. That gives Jake the space to stand, his arms around me as he lifts me with him. He also doesn’t say anything. He walks us out of the living room and toward the stairs.
Zaid doesn’t follow us, instead he picks up the mess of food and plates we left on the coffee table. I hear the click of the TV being shut off, the soft clatter of dishes being stacked in the sink.
I’m too tired to fight him on it, too worn down to argue that he should just join us in bed. I feel heavy and drained all at the same time.
By the time Jake nudges his bedroom door open with his foot, I’m half-asleep against his chest. The bed’s soft as he lowers me onto it, and I shiver a little at the cool sheets. He climbs in next to me without letting go, pulling me in close. His lips brush over mine.
I open up for him, taking his tongue and thrusting mine into his mouth. It feels good to be explored in a way that makes you feel cared for. We kiss for a while, tangled up together, his arms wrapped around me.
It makes me feel safe. It’s a false sense of security. The memories will always haunt me, regardless. I’m too exhausted to keep my eyes open.
Sleep comes and so do the dreams. The memories.
The nightmares.
Metal shrieking. Tires skidding. That awful weightless second before the impact. The smell of burning rubber. Of gasoline. The sharp, coppery bite of blood. Alex’s limp body being carried out of the car-
I jolt awake with a choked gasp, air burning in my lungs. My heart’s pounding, and I hate myself for this.
I knew I’d have nightmares. I knew it. And I still let myself fall asleep.
I drag my hands over my face, trying to breathe, but it’s ragged. Ugly. My eyes sting, but I refuse to cry.
Then I feel a hand. Warm. Heavy. Resting on my thigh.
I turn, and Zaid’s there. Laying beside me, his dark eyes on mine, steady.
He must’ve come up after I’d fallen asleep. I didn’t hear him. Didn’t feel him. But he’s here now, and when he touches my face, it’s careful. His thumb brushes over my cheek like he’s memorizing the sight of me.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs. His voice is rough with sleep, but it wraps around me.
I want to say something. I don’t know what.
He moves and I blink in the darkness when I suddenly lose sight of him.
His name is caught on my tongue. I don’t get it out. His hands spread my thighs, and he’s eating me out. I can’t think.
Thank god I can’t think.
His mouth, his lips, his tongue are warm and wet against my center and he brings my hunger back to life. It ignites inside of me. I fist the sheets beneath me, gasping for breath.
His fingers dig into my skin as he sucks my clit between his teeth, biting down. That makes my back arch. He deepens his onslaught, thrusting his tongue into me, his fingers moving to massage my inner thighs.
The nightmare is long forgotten and I cry into the pillow, trembling as I come.
He hums, slurping up all the wetness he can. The sound is obscene, like a thirsty man gulping down water.
I should be embarrassed, but I can’t be. I belong with him, like this.
He makes me orgasm two more times and then I am pushing at his shoulders, my thighs tight against his head. “Zaid, please. I can’t. It’s too much.”
I’m exhausted.
He pulls away, reluctantly, and shifts up over my body. He rests his forehead against mine, breathing hard, and I feel the faintest curve of a smile ghost across his lips. He lays back down, tugging me with him until I’m tucked under his arm, my head on his chest. His hand finds mine and threads our fingers together.
He’s asleep before I can settle.
I listen to his breathing even out, slow and deep, and I tell myself I should sleep too. But I can’t.
The nightmare’s still under my skin.
My body aches, my eyes burn, and my head feels too heavy for my neck. But I stay awake. Because I’m too afraid of what’s waiting for me when I close my eyes.
I’m staring at the ceiling when the door creaks open.
I lift my head just a little and watch as Aiden shuffles in, half-asleep, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. His dark hair’s messy, and he’s wearing nothing but sweatpants, his chest bare.
He doesn’t say anything at first. He just climbs into bed on my other side because Jake, in his sleep, has rolled away to the edge of the mattress.
Aiden mumbles into the pillow, his voice thick with sleep, “You should’ve woken me up. That couch is uncomfortable.”
I chuckle.
And then his arm is around me, pulling me in close.
His head shoots up, and he looks down at me, eyes widening when he sees that I’m naked. That wakes him up completely.
“Fuccckkkkkk,” his gravelly voice is melting me from the inside out.
It’s immediate, the erection in his pants. He tries to push it down, but I stop him, replacing his hand with mine and then pulling it out of his pants.
He growls, and then he’s on me. It’s fast. He grabs one of my knees, bending me with his weight. In one single thrust, he’s balls deep inside me.
We both moan, synching our breathing as we adjust.
“You’re so wet,” he grunts.
I nod against his mouth, looking for a kiss. He pulls back, not letting me, and he studies my face.
“Did you just get fucked?”
I keep my eyes on him, realizing that he’s not upset. He likes it. My Aiden likes sharing me. I nod.
His nostrils flare, and he thrusts, muscles tensing.
“In the ass,” I whisper, my back arching when he presses my knee higher on my body and lower onto the bed.
“Fuck,” he moans, giving me a burst of quick thrusts like he couldn’t stop himself.
The sensation has me rolling my eyes to the back of my head. I grab onto his shoulders and press my forehead to his. “Then, Zaid ate me out.”
He grabs my ass, angling me so he can thrust into me at a much faster pace, the headboard slamming into the wall.
“How many times did you come?” He struggles to speak, but that only makes him hotter.
“F-four times,” I cry, my answer making him fuck me harder.
I’m pushed deeper into the mattress, the headboard so loud that Jake wakes up with a grunt.
Zaid only groans as he turns to face me. I look right at him as Aiden bursts inside me, cum filling my pussy.
Aiden pulls away and I want to complain, but I find that he has only moved because Jake is replacing him. He holds onto my hips and thrusts inside me. I gasp, tears pricking at the back of my eyes.
“We have about two hours until sunrise,” he says. He’s looking right at me, but he’s speaking to Zaid and Aiden.
He shifts us, moving us so that we are on our sides, then Zaid’s hands spread my ass cheeks. My body prickles, knowing what’s happening next.
He takes his time, teasing me as he slowly enters me. I wrap my leg around Jake’s waist, kissing him as Zaid seats himself inside me.
They fuck me, slow and gentle, careful and deliberate.
Aiden only needs a few minutes to gather himself before he’s thrusting himself deep in my throat.
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