The spy (7)

Thirst Trap lets out a low guttural groan as he releases down my throat. It seems I gave him the best service of his life because his legs began to spasm, and he looked spent. He slides out of my mouth, and his limp dick falls flat on his balls. He cups my cheeks, leans forward, and kisses the top of my head. It is no longer about need, but something deeper.

My core starts to tighten again, and my inner walls clamp down on First Guy's amazing cock as he pounds me from behind. He lets out small grunts, and I can hear his heavy breathing. I'm slick with sweat, and my body is overloaded with so many sensations at once. His strokes deepen and become faster. He thrusts into me wildly as his breathing becomes heavier and his grunts increase. He's losing control. I can tell he's almost. I'm happy I drive him this wild. This thought alone breaks the deal for me, and my inner muscles begins its rhythmic contractions of pure pleasure. I scream as I come again. I don't know how many I've had. I've lost count.

A few more deep thrusts, he starts to twitch inside me and lets out a groan as he spills himself deep inside me. He squeezes my butt cheeks as I take all of him, while Thirst Trap tilts my chin up and gives me the gentlest kiss I've ever had. All that sends me into a state of euphoria.

"I tap out," I whisper as my shaky legs give way and I let myself fall onto my stomach, his cock sliding out of me in the process. I'm tired. Completely spent. But it was worth it. This is the best experience I've ever had since I became sexually active more than 10 years ago. I can feel the cum leaking out of me, and I know I've had a lot in there. Normally, I'd feel grossed out, but today, I'm totally in love with this sensation. Maybe it's the way they pleasured me with love, or that I haven't been dicked in a long time, but I'm in love with the idea of these two, sinfully handsome men filling me up with their cum.

The room is quiet in that heavy, humming way that only happens when I’ve poured out every last bit of energy I have. I’m lying on my stomach with sheets twisted somewhere near my calves, and my chest rises in quick, uneven pulls as my lungs struggle to catch up.

Heat clings to me everywhere. I can feel sweat cooling along my collarbone, a thin, lazy trail sliding toward the hollow of my throat. My hair is damp and sticking to my temples. Little curled strands tickle my skin, and I don’t even have the strength to brush them away. Even the air feels too warm and sensitive against my bare skin, like a whisper of movement could send a shiver racing through me.

My limbs feel heavy. Pleasantly useless. There’s a soft ache threading through my muscles that makes my body feel loose and boneless like gravity has wrapped me up and refused to let me move ever again. Honestly, I don’t want to. Not yet.

I draw in a slow breath and let it spill out of my mouth. Each exhale reminds me of how close everything felt moments ago. I’m still floating on the edges of that feeling.

“You’ve been a good girl,” First Guy says, shifting beside me and brushing his arm against my sweaty back, lingering on the curve of my bum. That gentle touch sends a small spark across my skin. Thirst Trap combs back the hair sticking to my face with his fingers and kisses my forehead before leaving the room. I didn’t hear the rustle of clothes, so I guess he’s walking around naked.

My heartbeat is finally slowing, but it still drums lazily in my ears. I can feel it in my fingertips, in my throat, in my stomach, and everywhere else I can think of. My body hums like it had been wound too tightly and is now finally, blissfully, unwinding one breath at a time. I close my eyes and sink deeper into the pillow. Exhaustion settles over me, but doesn’t drag me toward sleep.

First Guy rolls me to my back, and his arms slide under me before I even realize he’s moving, one beneath my knees and the other supporting my back. I’m too tired to help him, and too weak to even pretend I can stand. So, I let myself fold into him, my cheek settling against his shoulder. His skin is warm, slightly damp, and I breathe him in without meaning to.

God, I’m exhausted. Every limb feels like it belongs to someone else. My muscles have stopped listening to me, but somehow my heart is still trying to catch up. He holds me steady as he walks, and I feel each step through his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing is steady, whereas mine is still uneven. I’m not sure when I last felt completely cared for. Strange, I know. This is the last place I expected to feel something like this.

He takes me to the bathroom where there’s already a tub full of warm water and scented oils. Thirst Trap must have gone to prepare it when he left the room, but there’s no sign of him here.

Warm water. Yes. Please.

First Guy kneels and lowers me toward the bath. Heat wraps around my skin, climbing up my legs and hips. A little sigh I can’t hold back slips out of me as the warmth sinks into my bones. I didn’t realize how tense I still was until the water started melting it away inch by inch.

He supports my back until I’m resting comfortably, my body floating just enough to feel weightless. My eyelids feel heavy, ridiculously heavy, like staying awake suddenly requires more effort than my body can afford.

“Relax,” he says, his voice gentle and quiet, “I’ve got you.”

 It feels like reassurance. I let go a little more. My eyes drift closed as he brushes damp strands of hair away from my face. His fingers are so gentle that my heart aches a little. Then he moves to my neck, his thumb finding the knot at the base. He massages in slow circles until the tension dissolves, and my head tips toward him, my body choosing him without my permission.

I feel safe. Completely, fully safe.

“Stay with us.”

That is the last thing I hear as sleep takes me.