“What about me?” Ford asked, now sounding a little pouty.
Aaron handed him the bottle of lube. “What do you think?”
Ford grinned. “Hell, yeah!”
Aaron stopped his slow thrusts as Ford quickly prepared and slid his cock inside Aaron’s dark hole.
Emi, enjoying the delicious friction of Caph’s body against her clit, let out a happy sigh. “All right, boys. Have fun.”
Caph kissed her as he stroked her back. She knew Aaron and Ford would finish first. They’d already started a rhythm between them she suspected was as old and familiar to them as if they hadn’t missed out on that activity for decades. Ford’s hands rested lightly on Aaron’s ass as Aaron thrust into her, then back onto Ford’s cock.
Emi felt Aaron’s energy strengthen and brighten, his love, his relief, his passion all entwined with that of Ford’s. She was a part of this tableau but not an active part of their activities.
Ford kissed the back of Aaron’s neck. “Jesus, you feel good,” he moaned. “I can’t hold back for long like this. Man, I need you.”
She felt Aaron shiver from pleasant passion. “Goddamn, you’ve got a nice cock,” he hoarsely said.
Caph moaned even as he kissed her, the sound of the other men driving him closer to his own release. She stilled her movements, not wanting him to get off too soon and then leave her hanging.
She felt Ford’s motions slow, then still. “Jesus, Aar, quit fucking teasing me, man. Get your ass moving.”
He did, his thrusts deeper and harder until she knew he hovered at the edge of his climax. Caph reached up and stroked Aaron’s arms. That seemed to be the final cue his body needed to tumble him over the ledge. Aaron thrust home inside her one last time and held still as he moaned.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted to feel,” Ford cried out, then picked up the pace of his own thrusts. Emi felt the bed shake as he plunged his shaft inside Aaron until he too climaxed.
Ford slipped his arm around Aaron’s waist and held him. “Dammit, I love you, Aar.”
Aaron sat up, turned his head, and kissed Ford. “Me too, buddy.”
When Aaron withdrew, Emi once again started her slow grind against Caph’s hips. Caught in the thick sexual energy from her other two men, she knew it wouldn’t take too much to push her over the edge.
She was vaguely aware of Ford and Aaron stepping out of bed for a moment before they returned and lay on each side of them. Aaron stroked her back while Ford nuzzled Caph’s ear. Her clit throbbed. At the bottom of every stroke, she felt Caph’s hot flesh teasing her, not quite enough to push her over.
Ford lifted her head. “Come on, baby,” he murmured. “Fuck him good. You know you want to fuck his sweet cock.”
Caph’s hands settled on her hips as she sat up and fucked him harder. She felt him straining to hold back, waiting for her to come first. Aaron sat up next to her and played with her nipples. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Now who’s the motormouth?” she quipped.
Ford sat up. She had just enough time to catch a glimpse of his amused smirk before he bent his head to her breast and took her nipple into his hot mouth. Aaron did the same to her other. Then one of Aaron’s hands found its way between her body and Caph’s and started playing with her swollen clit.
As her pussy throbbed around Caph’s cock, he let out another tense moan. “I’m so fucking close, babe.”
Emi closed her eyes and fucked him harder, faster, the pull of the other men’s mouths sending neon-bright passion through her body until it centered on her clit, where Aaron’s skilled fingers finally brought her over the edge.
As she started coming, Caph’s fingers tightened around her hips as he bucked his body up into hers, thrusting hard until she felt his hot juices pumping into her. Drained of energy, her body went limp. Ford and Aaron sat back as she draped herself over Caph’s large frame. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, not wanting to let her go.
“Jesus, that was good,” he whispered.
“Damn straight,” Ford and Aaron parroted.
Even Aaron laughed that time.
Another difference from the sim, this base wasn’t nearly as large as the massive Galileo base in Utopia Planitia, but the men had already told her they would take her there for a visit. The sim had drawn from the men’s memories for that portion of their experience, and most of their previous trips to Mars had been to the UP complex.
Emi tried to sleep and couldn’t despite her exhaustion. She really couldn’t go exploring or shopping because the base was in sleep mode. After an hour of staring at the ceiling, she carefully untangled herself from the men, slipped on a robe, and padded to the bridge in her bare feet.
Mars.
It was impossible for her mind not to drift, to think about the telltale faint melancholy air her men wore, the collective, sad sigh present in their minds as they’d drawn closer to Mars despite Aaron’s newfound healing.
Kelsey. The woman the men had loved and lost so many years before. The woman Aaron nearly died trying to save and, in the end, couldn’t. The woman he’d grieved doubly, because he felt guilty for not saving her.
The woman who’d brought the three men together as more than friends and crew, but as lovers and lifemates. Until Emi entered their lives, Kels had been the last woman the men had an intimate relationship with.
Her grave was here on Mars, where she’d been born and raised. Where her parents, Markkus and Delaney D’ambroise, still resided.
Despite anticipating their hot night of lovemaking, Caph had gone uncharacteristically quiet and still during their drop and docking. Ford’s nonstop banter had also ceased. And Aaron…
Emi felt a deep ache in his soul, the one she’d sensed at the start of the initial sim session, when they first “met” and she joined their crew. An ache he hadn’t had in real life since she joined them that very afternoon after the sim session ended.
She found out from the detailed report Dr. Graymard gave her about their experience that the sim was a layered algorithm. Just because she experienced one thing with the men didn’t mean they all experienced the same things. The computers seamlessly flowed the time differences together, layering experiences for the various participants while allowing technicians to alter parts of the program to suit their needs, even though the participants’ minds perceived the events happening in a linear fashion.
For the men, when they’d visited Mars in the sim, the three of them had taken a brief side trip to Kelsey’s grave one day while Emi was in a cooking class, even though Emi was not aware of it then. Because the men always visited Kelsey’s grave, without fail, when they went to Mars, the sim techs had to allow it to maintain the illusion.
Emi took a deep breath. She had to be strong for them, for all three of them. They’d need her, her skills, and her love, now more than ever.
She sensed rather than heard the presence behind her.
“You all right, Em?” Aaron.
“Yeah.” She looked and noted the slight droop in his shoulders. “Are you?” She sensed not a relapse back into his previous grief but a healthy dealing with his memories.
He walked over, stood next to her, and draped his arm around her shoulder. “I won’t lie to you,” he quietly said. “Being here always brings back the demons.”
She turned and slipped her arms around him, wishing she could do more than just feel his pain. Despite the cathartic night of lovemaking the night before they left the orbital hub, Aaron had still not opened up to her about the events on the Wayfarer Margo. She couldn’t force him to, either. What she knew about that dark time came from Ford telling her the events and details she gleaned from the incident and hearing reports.