Sofia, and Hayes, and Kiera, and Connor…
Like the old days, I realize. A memory coming back to me. Someone’s party. Can’t really remember, don’t really care.
I just know we’ve done this before. The four of us. The six of us. All of us.
The Dirty Ones.
Sofia comes. From my cock in her ass or Hayes’s magic tongue, who knows. Who cares. She just comes hard. And I wish I was the one licking her pussy right now. Licking her as her come slides out and I lap it up like sweet cream.
Then there’s more repositioning. Hayes is next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and Kiera climbs on top of him, spreading the lips of her pussy with one hand as she slides over his cock.
The daylight is breaking outside. And Kiera looks like a dream in the soft, gray winter light.
She leans down, kissing Hayes, then shifts over, kissing me. Sofia is writhing again and when Kiera reaches over to play with her, she comes again.
And that’s it, folks. That’s all I can stand. I pull my cock out, slide Sofia over onto the mattress, and pump myself hard as I watch Kiera rock her hips back and forth on Hayes’s cock like a mad woman who hasn’t been fucked in years.
I spill all over Sofia’s stomach and her fingertips are there, playing with it. Eyes closed, legs still spread wide as she brings herself to one final climax.
I flop down on the bed next to her and watch Kiera. How her long, wild mane of unruly blonde hair whips across Hayes’ chest.
I can’t see her face when she comes, but I’ve seen it enough to know what she looks like.
A beautiful, erotic, sex goddess. Writhing in the break of dawn.
He’s about to come, I realize. And I think he’s gonna do it inside her. Because he’s kissing her mouth as he holds her face close to his. Unable to let her go.
And for a second I wonder… did I make a mistake? Will he take her away from me?
But if he does… then it was never meant to be. I’m selfish for wanting two women and both Kiera and Sofia deserve whatever it is that fills them up. And if Kiera decides that’s Hayes then—
“Fuck you, asshole,” I say, pushing her off him.
I don’t know what I was thinking two seconds ago, but I do now.
I grab Kiera’s hair and push her head down on his cock. She takes him deep, wrapping her lips around his shaft.
He comes in her throat. And the gagging noises she makes as she pushes him away turn me on.
The four of us sleep in fits of erotic gratification. Desperately tired but unable to forget that we are surrounded by naked bodies lathered in the scent of sex. Unable or maybe just unwilling to leave the dream behind.
When I wake up it’s probably late afternoon. I realize two things.
One, it’s Thursday and I’m still not at work. My phone is probably blowing up with messages, but oh, well. It’s in the other room, so who cares.
And two, Hayes is gone.
Kiera and Sofia are twisted up like a couple. Arms and legs crossing over each other. Dark hair spilling over onto Kiera. Blonde hair spilling over onto Sofia.
They are Venus twins. Perfect, sculptured goddesses of sex.
And they are mine.
Are they mine?
God, why does everything always look so different in the daylight?
I ponder that as I swing my legs out of bed and begin getting dressed, hoping I’ll wake them up and maybe we can go at it one more time before I have to face the repercussions of disappearing.
But they don’t. Sofia is snoring softly, mouth slightly open. I can’t even see Kiera’s face. It’s resting on Sofia’s stomach, turned towards the window. Covered by her tangled mess of hair.
I settle for just pants and go looking for Hayes, needing to talk last night through.
He’s not in the library, but the massive double doors are wide open. So I guess that means he’s somewhere out there and not in one of the other bedrooms.
I walk out into the hallway and stop at the railing that overlooks the grand staircase. Look down. Listen for voices.
Nothing.
I see nothing. I hear nothing.
No cops. No dogs. No doctors.
Jesus Christ. Did all that shit really happen last night?
I don’t even know where to begin looking for Hayes in this hideous mansion either, so for a second I think about going back to bed. But… no. We need to be clear on what last night was before the girls wake up.
So I start the long descent down the stairs, barefoot. The stone is cold on the soles of my feet but it feels kinda good. Like a firm root in the soil of reality.
When I get to the bottom and stand in the grand foyer, I have no clue where to go next.