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When my face was nestled in the patch of hair at his base, he groaned before he began to fuck me fully. I had one hand on his thigh and one hand on Jason’s shoulder for support, but I was quickly losing my strength.

My orgasm ripped out of my body before I even felt the tingling in my spine. My entire body jerked and shuddered as the intense waves of pleasure rolled over me.

“Fucking hell.” Jason grunted as I clamped down on both him and Marcos.

“Oh fuck.” Marcos swore, his fingers on my hips clamping down.

“So fucking good. Don’t stop.” Nico panted, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I was lost to my pleasure, barely realizing when his dick twitched in my mouth. He pulled back far enough for me to breathe beforehe came with a groan, flooding my mouth with his cum. Moaning, I swallowed him down, lapping at his slit for more.

I swiveled my hips and smirked as both Jason and Marcos swore again, before they sped up their pace. It wasn’t long before the both of them were tensing and jerking with their orgasm. Nico finally let go of my hair and I slowly pulled off his cock, licking my lips.

I swayed, unsteady, as I tried to sit upright.

Jason’s and Marcos’s hands were there to steady me, as I swayed. “Easy,” Marcos muttered.

I leaned back against his chest and sighed.

“You were fucking amazing,” Jason murmured.

I smiled lazily and closed my eyes. I could easily fall asleep between them. Groaning as Marcos slowly pulled out of me and pushed me forward against Jason. I snuggled into him, resting my face in the crook of neck, while he wrapped his arms around me and held me gently.

“So fucking good for us,” Jason whispered into my ear. He pressed a kiss to my temple and ran his hand down my spine.

A moment later, Marcos returned to the living room with a warm washcloth in his hand. The guys helped me slide off Jason’s cock and sprawl out on the cushions. Marcos cleaned my folds before he tossed the rag at Jason, to clean himself with.

Exhausted and feeling good, I rolled to my side, facing Jason and promptly passed out.

The next morning, I woke feeling beautifully sore and rested. It was still dark in the living room, and I was nestled between a still sleeping Jason and Nico. I glanced around, finding Marcos asleep on the other side of Nico. My bladder forced me out of the cocoon of warmth I was surrounded in.

I moved carefully, as to not wake the sleeping men, and found my clothes folded on the arm of the couch. I scooped them up and walked quickly into the bathroom. I used the facilities before I eyed the shower. Looking around, I found extra towels in a linen closet and decided a shower was in my best interest.

Sweaty, sticky, and sore from the night before, I reveled in the hot water cascading over my body. Using the products in the shower, I washed quickly with a clean washcloth I had grabbed when finding a towel. I was just rinsing off, when the door opened and Marcos walked in.

His dark eyes were hooded as he closed the door behind him. Only wearing boxers, he quickly shed them before he slid open the glass door and stepped into the shower with me. I kept quiet, not moving from under the stream of water as he stepped toward me—only to hiss in pain and jump back.

I smirked.

“Jesus fuckingChrist!” he whisper-yelled. Thankfully he kept his voice down and didn’t wake up Lita or Kara.

“It’s barely even warm, you big baby,” I shot at him.

“Fucking spawn of Satan.”

I laughed quietly and tilted my head back in the warm water, enjoying the feel of it loosening my stiff muscles.

Marcos stepped into me, using my body to shield himself from the scalding water, he reached around me to turn the temperature down. I didn’t move as he pressed against me, wrapping his arms around my back. Leaning over me, he bent his head down and pressed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss.

I sighed and leaned into him, sliding my hands up his now wet chest and around his neck. Moaning softly as he opened his mouth and our kiss turned more passionate, I reminded myself to keep quiet. I didnotwant to wake Lita. How embarrassing would that be? It was bad enough that I fucked three guys on the living room floor, where anyone could have walked in on. But waking up Marco’s mom while I was in the shower, naked with her son… not on my list of things to do for the day.

Marcos on the other hand, had his own agenda. He picked me up and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. I had to stifle a gasp when my back hit the cold wall of the shower. Marcos snuck a hand between our bodies to slide a finger through my folds, checking my wetness, before he grabbed his cock and slowly slid inside me.

I moaned softly, digging my nails into his shoulders as I clung to him. I was still swollen and sore from the night before, but his cock was caressing all my most intimate places, and drove me wild. “Fuck,” I gasped, breaking our kiss.

He kissed his way down my jaw to my neck, sucking wet kisses into my skin. He fucked me slowly, sensually, setting a lazy pace that was quickly pushing me toward the edge. My breathing picked up, as the tell-tale tingle gathered in my spine.

Marcos captured my lips again, just as my walls clamped down on him and I came with a low groan into his mouth. He swallowed down my cries as his hips thrusted faster, chasing his own orgasm. It wasn’t long after he was following me over the edge, his knees almost buckling, as his release reared out of him.