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Rolling over, I curl up on my side. Miles never needs to know that I came upstairs and took care of myself. There won't be any consequences but a good night's sleep. And he definitely will never know I thought of him while I masturbated. It will be my little secret.

Well, maybe mine and all of my readers'.

Tomorrow, I'll spill the beans on the pages. Tonight, I'm going fall asleep pretending that it was Miles who took care of all of my needs.

My blankets flutter a little, letting cool air into my warm bed. I shiver, trying to resist the urge to wake up and gather my blankets tighter, but the slight breeze of cooler air is over in a moment.

It's the feather-light touches down my arm that jolt me awake. I freeze, terrified. There's someone else in my bed.

"Someone isn't playing fairly," whispers Miles. The touches turn from startling to soothing. "You should have at least hidden the vibrator before falling asleep. You weren't even trying to not get caught."

"You're not the boss of me." I slowly open my eyes. It's dark, but I can make out his features as he lays on the pillow next to me.

Reaching out, I let my own fingers brush against Miles's bare chest, checking that he's real and in my bed. That this isn't another fantasy my brain has dreamed up to help me climax.

I flatten my hand. Yup, no shirt, just warm, solid chest. Now I want to inch closer to see if he's wearing anything at all. It's still a little surprising that he's here.

"How did your game go?" I keep my voice low. This house is pretty well-insulated and sound doesn't carry, but it's the middle of the night and we're in bed together. I feel like this calls for whispering.

"Is that why you did it?" His fingers trace the bottom hem of my sleep tank, inching the fabric up. "You were mad I didn't let you come downstairs on the sofa with all of my friends watching? You had to come up here and take care of your needs yourself?"

There's another flutter of cool air behind me as my blankets are adjusted.

I try to turn to look, but Miles catches my lips in a kiss.

It's slow and possessive, more languid than the way he'd kissed me earlier in the basement.

This one melts me, making me want to sink deeper into my mattress.

Into his chest. To stay cocooned with him in these blankets all night long.

"It's not fair that you got to come already and I didn't," he continues. "Do you know how hard it was to concentrate on protecting my teammates when I knew you were up here, wet and waiting for me?"

Miles's hands inch my sleep tank higher, and he breaks our kiss to pull it over my head. I shiver a little, bare in front of Miles for the first time. It's dark in here so I'm not sure how much he can actually see, but he's touching everything. Nothing is off limits. I'm his girlfriend.

Another set of hands slide around my hips from behind, and I freeze again.

"You didn't think I would miss out on watching Miles fuck you, did you?" asks Quintin, pulling my hips back a little so I'm pressed up against him.

Quintin's hard cock presses against my ass through the thin cotton of my panties and his chest is bare against my back.

My brain feels fuzzy, unable to process this information.

Two of my new boyfriends are in bed with me.

At once. I'd guessed they would enjoy their girlfriend benefits together at some point, but I thought I'd have more time to acclimate to our pseudo-relationships before we'd take the next step to group activities.

Before I have a chance to answer, I hear a soft buzzing. I recognize the sound, but I can't figure out why I'm hearing it now.

Until there's the solid touch of my pink toy against the front of my panties.

"Tell us, did you think of me while you were playing with yourself?" Miles teases my toy over the fabric, never settling in one place.

He isn't setting the toy right where I want it. Right where I need the vibration. I'm already warming to being sandwiched between two of my roommates—and that kiss! I want more. I shift my thighs a little to give Miles better access, silently asking him to give me what I want.

Quintin's hand slides down to the inside of my thigh and lifts my leg a little. "Go on, tell Miles what you imagined. Are you still fantasizing? Or is this exactly what you want?"

"Yes," I whisper. I'm not sure which question I'm answering. Maybe I'm answering all of them. And as soon as the word hangs between us, the head of the vibrator slides across my clit, the fabric dampening with the attention.

"Thank you," Miles says. The power of the vibration kicks up a notch and begins to focus on my clit. "You deserve a little reward for your honesty."

He holds the toy there in that one sensitive spot, and it's overwhelming. The few times I'd masturbated before moving into this house, I'd always tease myself and ease into the climax. This is like going from a bicycle to a race car.

"Too much." I reach out to touch Miles's arm, even as my hips arch into the vibrations. Instead of pushing Miles and the toy away, I'm pulling them closer.

"You can handle it. You're doing so good right now," says Miles, kissing my forehead. "Let's try a little more."

"Let me help you out there, Thrower." Quintin shifts his arm so he's holding up my leg, and there's no way I can move away from the intensity of the toy. It's a lot, but then Quintin's fingers glide across the gusset of my panties, moving the toy away.

I want to cry at the absence of the vibrations against my clit. I was so close, and now the edge feels so sharp. The only thing I can do is lean my head back against Quintin's shoulder and breathe.

"You're so wet for us." Quintin chuckles in my ear. It's such a dirty sound, made sexier by the fact that he's my roommate and there are two of them here in bed with me. "Let me slide her panties over for you, Thrower, so she can really enjoy that toy. She did choose it over waiting for your cock."

"Clarissa is so lucky to have us," says Miles, moving the toy back to my clit, now with nothing between the toy and my sensitive bud as Quintin pulls my underwear to the side. "She gets to have both tonight."

It's so intense, so overwhelming, it's hard to breathe.

Every bit of my focus is in that little sensitive bud that Miles is massaging with my toy.

When the orgasm hits, I'm gasping, and I couldn't move out of Miles's and Quintin's arms if I even wanted to, which I most certainly don't. I've used that toy on myself, but it's never felt like this.

"See, doesn't your boyfriend make you feel so good? Imagine how good he'd make you feel if you had waited like he told you to," whispers Quintin. "But you had to be a naughty girl."

"Don't worry," Miles assures me, "naughty girls still get fucked too. But they don't get to keep their panties on."

His words are so dirty. I shouldn't let a man talk to me this way. But that orgasm he just gave me left me with no strength. All I can do is lie on my side, held up by Quintin's bare chest, as they slowly tug my soaking wet panties down my lethargic legs.

"Are you ready for your first time with your new boyfriend?" asks Quintin, reaching around my hip to run his fingers through my folds. Feeling how wet I am for the two of them. Turned on by their dirty actions and words.

"Ender said you have a beautiful cunt. Soft and tight." Miles runs the tip of his cock along the seam of my pussy, sliding through the slickness there. He's bigger than Ethan, but nothing like Lionel. "I can't wait to feel you for myself."

Quintin presses closer against my back and raises my thigh again until my knee nearly rests on Miles's hip, and Miles slides in closer as well.

I'm sandwiched between two of my gamer roommates and I'm not complaining.

This is everything I never even knew I wanted to try, and now that it's happening, I don't want to go back to being alone.

As Miles presses the tip of his cock to my entrance, anxiety breaks through the haze of my previous orgasm.

Growing up, I'd always been told to worry about my body count, and here I am adding another name to the list. The shame I'm supposed to feel wars with worry about if Miles will think I'm good in bed.

His cock slowly slides into my pussy, and my nerves start to slither away. The stretch feels so good, and he's not being rough with me. If anything, being bracketed by two men is comforting, even if they are doing dirty things to me.

"Tell me how it feels," says Quintin, holding my leg up so that Miles can pull out and slide home again. He's developing a steady rhythm, stirring the embers of my last orgasm.

I'm not sure if Quintin is talking to me or to Miles. My hands creep up to wrap around Miles's waist as his hips thrust in and out, pressing me back against Quintin's bare body with each movement.

"So good." They're the only words my mouth can form as I struggle to process the pleasure of Miles's cock fucking me and Quintin's equally hard cock pressing against my ass.

My tight forbidden hole. I can't help but shift my hips a little in his hold so that he's seated right against it.

He could press in at any moment, and the terrifying possibility ratchets up my pleasure even more.

Quintin chuckles in my ear and presses even closer, wedging his cock between my ass cheeks.

"Our Clarissa is a very dirty, daring girl it seems," says Quintin.

"So eager to have both of us impaling her at the same time.

She wants all of her holes filled at once.

Can you imagine what that will be like? For me to fuck your tight, pert little ass while Thrower pounds your beautiful pink pussy? "

It's getting harder to breathe with every second I imagine that scenario. To be so full, and although I'm already the center of attention for two men, it'd be even more intense. I want that so much.

I push my ass back a little more against Quintin's cock.

"Soon, Clarissa." Quintin chuckles. "We'll have to train your ass before you'll be able to take one of our cocks up there. But don't worry, we can make your training sessions very fun."

Miles groans, pistoning faster, gliding easier with each thrust as I imagine the dirty forbidden things these two men want to do to me.

"Fuck, I can't wait. She's so tight. Even better than Ender described. Play with her clit. I want to feel her come on my cock."

Quintin's hand slides from my hip to right above where Miles's cock is filling me. It only takes a couple swipes with his wicked, fast fingers before I'm exploding between them.

Miles freezes, clutching me close as he groans his orgasm into my neck. "Such a beautiful pussy. Thank you."

My body doesn't even feel like it exists. I feel like I'm floating through the most beautiful part of space. Like I'm one with everything around me.

"Then if it's okay with you, I'll take my turn with our girl," says Quintin.

"Of course." Miles rolls onto his back and my body naturally follows, unwilling to give up the cozy snuggles of post-coital bliss, so I'm splayed out on his chest.

It's cold, but Miles is warm.

The blanket is a tangled mess at the bottom of the bed, but the chill on my skin is forgotten as Quintin moves to kneel behind me.

He's a dark shadow in the room, and I wish the light was on so I could see him.

Although then he would see me completely too, and I'm not sure I'm ready for someone else to see how I look right now.

Miles's softening cock is still in my pussy and my juices are running down the inside of my thighs.

Not to mention that my ass is probably spread with my legs on either side of Miles's hips, displaying the tight little crinkle of my asshole.

Quintin reaches out to shift my hips and Miles's cock slips out.

There's something so sad about no longer being filled, no longer being connected in such an intimate way.

At least until the head of Quintin's hard cock notches at my pussy and he eases right in, not even seeming to care that his friend was just in the same hole, or that said friend is still right there beneath us, his dick only an inch or so away.

"Fuck, you're right. The perfect pussy," groans Quintin, bottoming out in one smooth motion. "I'll never use my hand again now that we have a girlfriend."

"She's perfect," agrees Miles, turning my head to capture my lips in a kiss.

It's sweet and soft, which is a contradiction to the rough way Quintin is holding my hips and fucking me from behind with a single-minded determination.

This is a new position for me, and the way the tip of his cock brushes against the front wall of my pussy with each thrust is absolutely delicious.

Everything is more sensitive after two orgasms so close together, nearly in succession.

I lift myself off of Miles slightly, my nipples brushing against his bare chest as I push back a little, pressing myself onto Quintin's cock even as he thrusts forward to impale me.

This is what I wanted. To participate, to enjoy Quintin's roughness against Miles's softness.

And the added tease of bare skin against my nipples is tantalizing.

Breaking our kiss, Miles reaches up with a lazy smirk and pinches one of my nipples.

It hurts and I can't stop the squeal that rushes out of me, but as soon as he releases, pleasure floods where there was pain only a moment ago and it sends me over the edge.

I collapse on top of Miles's chest as my body writhes with waves of pleasure.

Quintin leans over the both of us, thrusting into my pussy a couple more times before collapsing as well in a heap of pleasure.