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They fuck me a little harder, a little faster, slowly building up their urgency. My balls draw tight, and it’s an effort not to give in to the overwhelming urge to come. I want to paint them with my cum while they empty theirs inside me. I don’t. I hold it back, even though I have to grit my teeth and use every ounce of my self-control.

“I love you,” I cry out as the warmth of their cum floods my arse, and they both shudder and grunt around me. “I love you both so fucking much.”

“Love you too, baby boy,” Gabe whispers, his breath hot and heavy against my ear.

“Love you, princess,” Calvin agrees. He flashes a grin at Gabe. “And you.”

“Well, that goes without saying,” Gabe says. “As does the fact I love you.”

We all laugh. Carefully, Gabe slips out of me. Then Calvin grasps my hips again and pushes me up and off his cock. I can feel their cum dripping from my arse. Gabe reaches for the anal plug and nestles it inside me, stopping any more of their cum from escaping my body. I flop onto my back, staring at them both. Their cocks are covered in each other’s cum, and suddenly, I’m ravenous to taste it.

“Can I suck you both off?” I ask, even though their dicks are soft. “Can I lick the rest of your cum off your cocks?”

They both nod and lie beside each other, leaving just enough room for me to kneel between them. I take it in turns to lick and suck each of their cocks, only spending a few seconds lavishing attention on one before I switch to the other. I keep going long after I’ve devoured every trace of their cum, only stopping when I’m too tired to continue. Then I flop between them, an arm looped over each of their chests. They stroke my back and kiss my shoulders, hugging me and each other for who knows how long.

“We need to move,” Calvin says with a sigh.

“Really?” I ask. ”But I’m comfy.”

He laughs. “We’ve got apartments to go and see, princess.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” I giggle. “And I’m going to be full of your cum the whole time.” I’ve never felt more owned in my whole life, and it’s the most amazing feeling ever.

27

Calvin

Gabe, Blake, and I sat down and worked out our finances last weekend, so we know we can’t afford the swanky penthouse apartment we’ve just walked into. There’s something incredibly hot about knowing that Blake is full of my and Gabe’s cum, and that he’s wearing an anal plug. It’s a naughty secret shared between the three of us that the estate agent showing us around has no clue about. I can tell he thinks we’re time-wasters. To be fair, we are. I suspect the majority of the people who look around this place are. There wasn’t even a price tag on the website. and honestly, all I need to know is that it’s way out of our league.

The apartment is split over two levels, with huge full-height windows that stretch the whole width. It’s hard not to gape at the awe-inspiring view and the marble walls and floors. The free-standing bath that looks out over London is epically huge. Both bedrooms are massive, and the bathrooms are as big as my entire studio apartment. There’s a roof garden with a fire pit, which, again, has more floor space than my place.

“This is amazing,” Blake whispers.

“It’s all right,” Gabe says.

I stare at him.

“All right?” I demand.

He shrugs. “It’s not really ‘us’, is it?”

I purse my lips. “I don’t know. I can get used to this level of luxury.”

Gabe chuckles. “Maybe in your dreams. I think I’d prefer somewhere a little more down to earth.”

“It’s a good thing the next place is a few floors down,” I say with a wink.

Gabe groans. “That was worthy of a dad joke.”

“It wasn’t that bad!”

“It was, Sir,” Blake says in a quiet ‘for our ears only’ voice.

We thank the estate agent and then go halfway down the building to a two-bedroom version of my studio apartment. Considering the hike in rent, I expect it to be bigger than it is. The advantage is that both bedrooms are separate from the living area, and there are two bathrooms. There’s even a little outdoor patio area, which the details ambitiously call a ‘sky garden’.

“It’s nice,” Gabe says as we wander from room to room.

“It’s got better views than my place,” I agree.