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Ethan slides on a condom and slips in smoothly, my juices already flowing from the first orgasm. Last time Ethan fucked me it was soft and quick. This time is the same, except that one of the guys, I'm not sure if it's Ethan or Lionel, reaches around to my ass and tugs a little on the butt plug.

Now not only are both of my holes filled, but the pacing of Ethan's cock and the press and release of the butt plug are too much. I'm not sure I can handle it even though it feels so good.

"You can do it. Be our good girl and come for Ender," says Lionel, silencing my whimpers with a kiss.

Ethan brushes his thumb over my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head as stars explode behind my eyelids as the most intense orgasm of my life rolls through me.

I'm dimly aware of the sound of liquid hitting the tile beneath us, and my body goes limp as the pleasure coursing through my system robs me of my ability to stand.

Thankfully Lionel continues to support me as Ethan speeds up, fucking me fast and hard until he comes himself.

"Did you see that?" whispers Quintin.

"Fucking sexy," says Helix. "That's what that was."

I have no idea what they're talking about, and after that last orgasm all I want is to roll over in Lionel's arms and sleep. I may fall asleep right here in the front hall, half-standing as he holds me up.

"All right, time for bed." Lionel sweeps me up into his arms and carries me up the stairs. "One of you mop the floor," he calls over his shoulder.

He's so sweet, almost like a real boyfriend instead of …

whatever he is. I'd expected these guys to fuck me whenever they wanted and then have nothing to do with me otherwise, but carrying me to bed is such a kind gesture.

And asked the others to finish cleaning the hall for me.

I would have gotten to mopping tomorrow, but it's sweet that they want to help out too.

I really did get lucky to find these guys, for them to help me with my research and for them to not be terrible people.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" I whisper into my pillow as Lionel tucks me in.

"No," says Lionel, reaching beneath the covers and spreading my cheeks to slowly remove the butt plug.

Even though I'm exhausted from two orgasms, there is still a shiver of pleasure as the toy slides out of my tight hole, stretching me to that almost-painful point again before slipping out completely.

"Are you going to sleep next to me?" I whisper, on the edge of sleep.

"You want to cuddle?" asks Lionel, sounding shocked.

"Mmm." My whole body feels soft. I don't think I can move.

There are footsteps, then Lionel calls out to the others downstairs, but I can't make out what he's saying.

As sleep takes me, someone slides into bed behind me and pulls me back against their chest. It's warm and cozy, and maybe there are definite perks to not living alone.

The door to the computer den is already closed when I go down for breakfast the next morning.

The hallway really does look better now.

The guys did a halfway decent job mopping the floors last night.

I'm not sure who did it, or if they all pitched in, but I appreciate it regardless.

I'm also not sure who I snuggled last night.

I half remember someone joining me in bed, but they were gone when I woke up this morning.

Still, the entire time I'm eating breakfast, I keep glancing over to the door. If my roommates are gaming, they probably won't be out for hours, but I keep checking to see if one of them is about to join me at the table. But they never show up.

It's weird. I almost feel … disappointed, but that can't be it.

I don't care if they eat breakfast with me or not.

This is my job, nothing more. If it is disappointment, it's merely that I won't be getting any more material for my book.

But that's okay , I remind myself. I have all of last night still to make notes on . That should fill my entire day.

In fact, if my roommates are gaming, I should take advantage of the fact that they'll be occupied for a few hours at least so I can write uninterrupted.

I'd fully intended to write more after my meeting with Sasha yesterday, but of course, as soon as I brought that package to my boyfriends nothing remotely close to work got done.

At least one small portion of the house got cleaned. As I head upstairs, I note the banister and the upstairs hall need the same level of deep cleaning, but that will be for another day. Right now, it's spicy pages time.

I can actually sit down at my desk now that I don't have the butt plug in, and I let myself fall into the work of setting up a scene and fleshing out the characters and then letting them discover where they want to go for themselves.

After a while, I'm vaguely aware of a ringing emanating from the other side of my room. It's not until the third ring that I'm pulled out of my manuscript to search for the source.

Dad's name flashes across the screen of my phone, and I fumble to answer his call before it goes to voicemail.

"Hi, Dad."

"Everything okay, hun?" he asks. "You sound a little breathless there."

"Oh, I'm just writing. Got a little distracted, that's all."

Dad chuckles. "You always have been one to get lost in a task and forget about the world around you."

"What can I say?" I laugh a little, even as my eyes want to shift back to my computer screen. "I'm enjoying my work."

"Well then, I don't want to keep you long, but I wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Ask how the new place is," says Dad. "Your mom and I weren't super impressed by the state of the house when we moved you in, and we never did get to meet your roommates."

"Hey, Clarissa," says Quintin, walking into my bedroom without knocking. "Oh, you're on the phone."

Quintin doesn't leave though, he just stands there in the middle of my room, waiting. Like he plans on just listening to my side of the conversation.

"One second, Dad." I close my laptop with my free hand as I say to Quintin, "What can I do for you?"

Silently, I beg Quintin not to say anything sexual. It'd be just my luck that he'd have come in to ask for a fuck when I'm on the phone with my dad.

"We're ordering pizza," says Quintin. "Anything a no go for you?"

The tension rolls out of my shoulders. This is a fine, perfectly ordinary question, and one I don't even have to think about before answering.

"Anchovies, pineapple, olives."

"Olives? Seriously?" Quintin shakes his head. "You're missing out. We'll be downstairs."

I return my attention to my phone. "Sorry about that."

"Not a problem. I'm just glad you're eating regularly.

You used to forget to eat all the time when you'd be working," says Dad.

"And it sounds like you need to get going.

Maybe your mom and I could come up sometime soon and take you out to lunch.

We'd love to hear all about how your writing career is going. "

"That sounds great. Definitely. Name a day and I'll put it in my planner."

"Your mom would love to meet your new roommates too," adds Dad. "You know how she worries about your safety."

"Um, I'll have to see, with their work schedule. Like I said, they tend to work crazy hours. Not just long, but all over the place too."

"At least they have a good work ethic. Probably how they can afford such a house. Helps with so many of you living there too," says Dad.

"That's life in the big city." I force a laugh, looking around the room for an escape before our conversation veers off into territory I'd rather not talk to my dad about. "Well, I should probably get going. Five guy roommates, I'll need to be there right when the pizza arrives."

Dad chuckles. "Probably. All right, talk soon. We love you."

"I love you too, Dad."

Running my fingers through my hair, I blow out a deep breath to calm myself.

That went surprisingly well. My dad didn't seem suspicious, and Quintin didn't give us away.

And we're getting pizza, which I love, so I'm just going to put my parents out of my head, because I do not want to think about them as I spend time with my boyfriends. That would be too weird.

Figuring I still have some time before the pizza arrives, I reopen my laptop to finish the scene I was working on when my dad called. Once I get to a good stopping point, I close the computer and head downstairs.

They aren't in the kitchen or their computer room, so there's only one other likely place for them to be.

I open the door and make my way to the basement.