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Owl stood in the kitchen. A pass through window divided him from us. He made no move to come nearer to the action. He’d been keeping his distance from me all evening long. No accidental brushes or touches. He was going out of his way to keep space between us.

I found it irritating.

Crow’s hands, which were edging the under-wire of my bra, felt so good I moaned.

Owl’s hands clenched onto the edge of the kitchen counter. He backed himself up into the corner as though he were giving me more space. Or maybe giving himself the space he needed to stay away from me and out of this impending ménage.

I turned my back to Owl. I unbuttoned my shirt. Crow bent down and took my breast into his mouth; bra, lace, and all. I closed my eyes. This is exactly what I had been missing in this whole self-improvement work. I’d been denying this attention to myself; this attention that had been the only thing to set me free and flying into the air.

Eagle’s hands ran up my thigh. He hoisted me up onto my new four-person dining room table. He pulled up a chair and went between my thighs. I couldn’t see Owl, but I knew he was there. I knew he was watching as Eagle relieved me of my panties and made a dessert of my pussy.

Eagle made slow circles around my pussy while Crow played with my nipples. Eagle inserted two fingers inside my pussy as he continued stroking my flesh with his tongue. I arched my body back, which pushed my breasts further into Crow’s mouth. Already, I was trembling, my body ascending that cliff that led to oblivion. My toe was already at the edge in the blink of an eye. And then I realized it.

I could come right here and now. My body was primed for it. All it would take would be for me to let go and take the dive.

I opened my eyes and found Owl. He stood still, tucked away in the corner of the kitchen, eyes rapt on me. He said nothing. He didn’t even give me a cheeky grin. He just watched me. I could tell by the look in his eyes he knew I was close to coming, but he gave me no commands. He kept his distance as promised.

In that moment, I decided to keep hold of my orgasm. Not because I didn’t want to share it with the men who were pleasuring me. I kept it in because I wanted them to take me higher. I was certain Owl read my thoughts because I spied the slightest uptick of his mouth.

I turned away from Owl and laid my body down on the table. My new position pushed my hips closer into Eagle’s sweet tongue. I turned my head and motioned for Crow to give me his dick.

Crow fucked into my mouth while he continued to play with my nipples. My legs were trembling under Eagle’s tongue and Crow’s fingers. But it wasn’t torture. I danced on that cliff. I wanted the song of our pleasure to never end.

Eagle lifted me up and brought me to lean over the table. He spread my legs wide leaving my ass in the air. From somewhere he produced a condom and a packet of lube. Excitement made my ass cheeks clench when I realized where we were going with this. I remembered Eagle telling me I would come when he got a hold of my ass.

My eyes caught ahold of Owl still standing sentry in the corner of the kitchen. It was clear he read the excitement on my face. His eyes glazed over as they ran over my body from my dangling breasts to my ass, which was high in the air waiting for another man to claim it.

There was no jealousy in Owl’s eyes. I didn’t expect there to be. Not even now when we were apart. Owl had always taken joy in my pleasure whether it was at his hand, my own, or someone else’s. Now, I wanted to share this with him. My eyes stayed on Owl as Eagle rubbed the oil over my anus.

Eagle took me slowly. He pushed the head of his cock in past that little ring of fire. Once he was clear, and I let go of the tension, he began slow, shallow thrusts to get me used to his girth.

I knew Eagle and Crow. I trusted them. I knew they wanted nothing more than to get me off and get off themselves in the process. I arched back into Eagle, letting him now I could take more, that I wanted to take more.

Eagle went a little deeper, a little faster. His motions were hypnotic, awakening pleasure centers in me that I didn’t know were back there.
 

Crow took a seat on the table and offered me his dick. I took it gladly, needing an outlet for so much pleasure building in my body. I slurped over Crow’s dick as Eagle fucked my ass.

When I could keep my eyes open for longer than a few seconds, I’d find Owl. He was no longer gripping the edge of the kitchen counter. He leaned against the pass through window that looked out on the dining area. His chin rested in his hand, his eyes full of a love I couldn’t pretend I didn’t see.

Eagle’s thrusts sped up. The pleasure went from dancing on the cliff, to taking a running leap. My body went from zero to one hundred and an orgasm from a place I’d never come before took over. I’d never worked the muscles in my ass, so I had no control over them.
 

I contracted around Eagle’s thick cock, which continued to thrust and hit those nerves deep inside of me. I had to let go of Crow’s cock or risk clamping down on him. I howled my pleasure, loud enough that I’m sure my new neighbors knew that I’d arrived. And still Eagle didn’t stop thrusting.

The orgasm raged on and on until I had to lurch my body off his dick for a chance to take a breath. My lungs had constricted from panting so much for so long. Eagle gave me a moment to collect myself, but only a moment.

In that moment, Crow suited up and climbed beneath me. My clit lurched again as it anticipated what they were about to do to me. I looked up and found Owl leaning over the divide between the kitchen and dining room table. His eyebrow arched to make sure I was good with this. I grinned back at him. He chuckled, crossed his arms over his chest, and laid his head on his forearm to watch the show.

They settled me over Crow’s hips. Crow entered me first. He slid in like butter onto the nooks and crannies of my English Muffin. Eagle was a different story. He entered me slowly from behind as Crow played with my nipples to distract me from the increasingly tight fit. And then they began to move.

One and then the other. Crow pumped into my pussy. Eagle thrust deep into my ass. I lost track of everything outside of the channels of my ass and vagina. Even those two places I couldn’t focus on at the same time. I reveled in the familiar fullness of my vaginal walls being stretched. Then I’d turn and marvel at the rousing nerves in my ass.
 

They pumped faster, still alternating. Just as an orgasm would build in my pussy, Crow would withdraw and Eagle would spark something by filling my ass. The two orgasms were coming from different places inside of me, both of which were pulling for my attention. It was like having my feet on different sides of a steep hill. I could topple over either side.

Instead of one or the other, I fell from both at the same time. My pussy and ass clenched simultaneously. The intense pleasure brought tears to my eyes and sobs to my mouth.

From somewhere in the distance, I heard the sound of deep, animalistic groans. Crow and Eagle each came as they both pushed inside me, stretching me to capacity as my body held all three of us in a death grip.

Nothing much made sense after that. I remembered the cold of the wooden table on my bare ass. I remembered a light kiss on one of my nipples. I remembered the sound of Eagle’s voice telling me not to be a stranger. I caught a flash of my red underwear as it disappeared into a back pants pocket. I heard the front door click shut. My eyes finally opened when I felt the warm water surrounding my body.

“Hey,” Owl said as he supported me in the tub.

“Hey,” I smiled and closed my eyes, allowing him to care for me in the aftermath of that mind-shattering orgasm.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Owl didn’t touch me sexually while he sponged me down. His attention was clearly fixed on getting me dry when he toweled me off. He lifted me into his arms and carried me into my bedroom.

It would’ve been romantic if he’d been gazing into my eyes. But he didn’t do that. His eyes were on the path before us as he negotiated the boxes and debris from the unpacking. Once in my bedroom, he slid back the covers I’d put on a couple of hours ago.

“Do you want me to get you a t-shirt or underwear to sleep in?” he asked.

I shook my head as I looked at him standing above me. I didn’t need any underwear. What I really wanted was for him to climb in next to me and hold me through the first night in this strange bed, in this new room.

“You need anything else, Kira?” His dark eyes studied me, seeing right through me.

My eyes fixed on his chest. I could clearly make out his pecs beneath his t-shirt. I spied that space in between where I used to lay my head after he’d fuck me. “No, I think I’m good.”

“Okay,” he paused, uncertain. “I brought this for you.”
 

He reached into his back pocket and handed me what looked to be a homemade craft. It was a piece of cloth with intricate markings on it.

“It’s called an Omamori.”

“Omamori,” I parroted.

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. “It’s a talisman, sort of like a Native American dreamcatcher. It will protect you in the night when you sleep by yourself. But it’s also a…” He struggled for the translation from Japanese to English culture. “A well-wish. Because that’s what I want for you; to be happy and well.”
 

Owl ran his hand lightly across my temple. Inside, I felt my heart weeping tears.

“Call me if you need anything, even if you just want to talk. I want you to know that I’m here for you. Okay?”

I nodded.
 

He rose from beside me on the bed. I looked down at the impression he’d made in the new mattress.

“Owl?”

He stopped and turned.

But I couldn’t make my mouth work. I had taken this great big stand about needing space, about being on my own, about figuring out what I wanted. When the truth was, what I wanted was standing before me waiting patiently to be invited back into my life.

“It’s kind of late,” Owl said. “Would you mind if I stayed until morning? Just this night, your first night. I’d just hold you. We don’t need to do anything else.”

“I don’t want to do anything else,” I said. “I mean, I would like to be held. It’s exactly what I was wishing for.”

Owl grinned. He kicked off his shoes and came back to the bed. I held open the covers for him, flashing my naked body, but he shook his head.

“That’s dangerous territory. I’m not a saint, Kira.”

He tucked me back under the covers and lay on top of the sheets. He pulled me into him, right into that space in his chest where I fit perfectly. In a matter of minutes, I was asleep.

When I opened my eyes next, the sun’s rays were still tucked into the horizon. I shifted to find Owl wide-awake, staring down at me.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” he mimicked. “Did you need me to go now?”

“Go?”

“The last thing I want to do is wear out my welcome, Kira.”

I shook my head from side-to-side on the pillowcase. “You don’t have to go. I’m comfortable.”

“Me too.”

I slide my covered leg between his and met his morning wood against my thigh.

“I said that I would keep my distance,” Owl grinned. “He has a mind of his own.”

I laughed putting my head back in that space between his pecs, the space that seemed to mold around my head. “Owl?”

“Mmm?”

“I’m still trying to figure things out with myself, with us, with others. But there’s one thing I know for sure.” I reached out and put my hand on his dick. “I like being close to him.”

Owl’s jaw tensed as I touched him. He searched my eyes for something. I wasn’t sure what? He leaned in, and then stopped himself. Finally, he just asked.

“Can I kiss you?”

I smiled. “Of cou-"

His lips crashed into mine. His hands went into my hair, clasping me to him. My instinct was to go slack in his arms, to let him have his way with me. But I shoved that idea by the wayside. I clutched back at him, giving as good as I got. He pulled away, grinning down at me, looking at me in a new light as the sun rose.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

I set my mouth to say no, but felt the twinge as I clenched my thighs from the want of him.

“Lay back, baby. Let me take care of you.” Owl stood, sweeping the sheet off my body. He disappeared into the bathroom and reemerged with a travel-sized tube of baby oil in his hand. Then he undressed quickly and climbed back on the bed.

He came between my legs. I opened my thighs for him. I knew where this was going. He began the same sensual massage he’d given Ellie. Only he rubbed his hands all over my body. My shoulders, my back, my breasts, the balls of my feet, between each toe, then up and between each finger, all before he arrived at my core.

We breathed in unison as he traced circles around my pubic bone. I arched into his touch as he rubbed first my right and then my left labia. That tapping thing he did with the tips of his fingers; that made me want to grab his dick and shove it inside of me right now. As though he read my mind, he finally took his dick and brought it to my core.

We both sighed as he entered me. He slid into what we both knew was his home after he’d cleaned up the beautiful mess our guests had made of me. He didn’t thrust right away, and I was glad for it. I needed a moment to soak him in. It was the first time I’d felt whole in days.
 

I knew I still had work to do on myself. I wasn’t yet the woman I was striving to be. I knew that if Owl were to leave me tomorrow, I would have a really hard time with it. I knew that I still had trust and abandonment issues, not just when it came to my man, but to my friends.

I was not yet wholly who I wanted to be. But I knew in this moment of deep penetration that I would get there following an easier path if this man and his crew of friends were by my side.

“Is it okay to say I love you?” he asked me while our bodies were one. “Because that’s what I’m feeling right now.”

“I feel it too, Owl.”

He smiled down at me. “I’m not going to take advantage of that. I know you still need your space to find yourself. But I am going to fuck you so hard right now you’re going to forget who you are.”

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