“You want more? I’m so fucking ready to give you more.” His voice is like gravel, sweet friction to my soul, and I need every word.
Isabel is still panting into the pillows as she purrs and pleads for me. I need to make her come before I’m too distracted to get her there. So I kiss and lick her sweet cunt, rubbing tight circles around her clit.
“Yes,” she cries. “Right there.”
I don’t stop, and neither does Drake. He’s working in a second digit when Isabel finally unfurls in my hands, letting out another squeal into the pillow. I’m too enthralled by her orgasm to notice that Drake’s fingers are gone, and in their place…the blunt head of his cock.
Slowly, he thrusts. I’m bent at the hips and clinging to Isabel as he eases his way in. The sensation is jarring at first, the feeling of being so full and tight. I’m letting him into my body. I want him to have it. Take me, use me, fuck me. Make it hurt or feel good and last forever, I don’t care. I just need this and I need more of it—this indescribable thing that breaks me apart and makes me whole all at the same time.
“How are you?” he asks, a large hand skating its way up my spine. I realize he’s buried as far in as he can go, his hip bones pressed against my cheeks.
“I’m…” my voice trails. I don’t know what I am right now, but if he’s asking how I feel then I don’t have the words to answer that. I’m both lost and found. In agony and ecstasy. Nothing and everything all at once. “I’m perfect,” I reply.
“I need to fuck you now,” he says, and my cock twitches. It’s hanging heavy and hard beneath my body, and as Drake pulls back and pounds back in, hitting a spot that makes my cock leak at the tip, I drag Isabel to me.
Before Drake starts fucking me hard, I pull Isabel’s body to mine, lining up my own cock so that on his next pistoning thrust, his movement pushes me into her. I’m physically connected to both of them. We are one. With each violent jolt from Drake, I’m shoved into Isabel. She leans back against my chest, letting me find her mouth with my own as I kiss the life out of her.
The darkness swallows me whole as I let their touch and embrace be the only things I feel. Her mouth, his hands, her cunt, his cock. I’m not quite sure when my orgasm starts or if it’s been here this entire time, but as the pleasure brings me to life, I hold tight to them. We are moaning and breathing as one.
The feel of Drake’s cock pulsing inside me is my salvation. His voice echoes like a boom against the walls as he comes, taking his pleasure from my body. And there is no shame or fear in this moment—only love.
When our climaxes have both crescendoed and calmed, I feel his warm lips against my back. And I realize something that might sound cheesy or ridiculous, but this man is my soulmate. If soul mate means a person whose heart mirrors mine, a twin flame, so compatible that one cannot fully exist without the other, then without a doubt, he is mine.
And I’ve known that all along, but we called it something else before. We’ve always been best friends, but maybe that’s what best friends are—soul mates in disguise.
I guess that means a person can have more than one soul mate, because these two are so crucial to my happiness that I’d live a miserable existence without them. But I’m done thinking I don’t deserve them. As long as I give them all of me, then I deserve them, and I always have.
There’s not a drop of light in the room for our eyes to adjust to, but for the first time in my life, I see things very clearly.
Rule #39: You know you’ve done well if you can shock Madame Kink.
Isabel
“They didn’t say anything?” Drake asks, turning his head toward Hunter, his now buzz-cut head leaning against the headboard.
“Not really,” Hunter shrugs. “Garrett had some questions, but other than that, they just sort of…moved on.”
“Wow,” I say, running my fingers through Hunter’s dark curls against my bare leg. The lights are back on now, which means I can drink them in, both of these gorgeous men, somehow all mine.
“They probably figured we were fucking the whole time,” Drake adds, and the three of us laugh together.
“They did,” Hunter replies.
“How did that feel? Coming out to them, I mean,” Drake asks.
“It felt good.” He seems so at peace now, as if he breathes a little easier and is more present than before. Hunter has always lived in a state of constant anxiety, always on edge and desperate to make the right decision and do the right thing. Never for himself, of course.