One Dirty Night

Did Nick feel the same things I did?

Did he feel reborn?

Did he feel as if we’d stepped into this circus fighting the tide of inevitability, and now that we’d given in, we’d drowned?

The languid delight I’d been waiting for cloaked me, heavy and warm.

Regardless of what the future held, I floated on wispy wings of contentment.

Sagging in the binds, I struggled to keep my eyes open as they begged to close and drift into sex-addled sleep.

I’d never been so tired.

Kissing me ever so sweetly, Nick reached up and unhooked my wrists. Pressing me against the four-poster, he hissed between his teeth as he disengaged, and a gush of wetness rolled down my inner thigh.

I’d entered this room with a fetish I hadn’t even known I had for body fluids. And now, the multiple orgasms of two men dripped down my leg and stained the black carpet below.

They’d given themselves to me.

They’d painted me in their cherishment.

And covered me in their carnal debasement.

It was lewd and sticky and all kinds of wrong, yet I positively adored it.

Inhaling my first deep breath in a while, the musty scents of sex shot up my nose.

Propriety interrupted my serenity, whispering that I should have a shower and leave. That the dream was over, and it was time to return to reality.

I did my best to move, but the thought of leaving…of dressing and going home…it was too much.

Tears sparkled on my eyelashes as I swayed into Nick.

“I’ve got you.” He caught me with strong arms and scooped me up like a bride. Placing me on the bed beside Hunter, he unwound the black rope imprisoning my wrists. Once I was free, he tossed the rope away, then kissed the red abrasions left behind as if his lips held healing magic and could cure me.

It was nice.

Too nice.

So nice to be doted on and treasured.

I didn’t know if it was Nick’s lips or the knowledge of what we’d done tonight, but parts of my soul felt as bruised as my body. Fragile and breakable, all while my blood flowed with the worst kind of sedative.

I yawned as the cloaking satedness turned even heavier.

Glancing at Hunter who sat beside me, his body relaxed and cock slowly going flaccid, I did my best to smile. I tried to remember how to be human, when really, I was just a puddle of pleasure.

His purple eyes caught mine; my heart skipped a beat.

I felt connected to him. Bonded through sharing ourselves in the rawest possible way.

“You’re absolutely radiant,” he whispered. “Well fucked looks good on you.”

I blushed as Nicholas pressed kisses up my arm, slowly making his way to my shoulder and neck.

Goosebumps broke out, and my nipples pebbled.

Taking one in his mouth, Nick sucked me softly before sitting tall and looping an arm around my waist. “Thank you, Ella. You’ve given me a night I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”