Aaron nipped the back of her neck, sending shivers racing through her. “Hold on while Ford climbs onto the ride.”
She tried to suppress her giggle against Caph’s shoulder. She didn’t want to spoil the mood.
Behind her, Aaron moaned. Then his teeth clamped down on her shoulder. She gasped, more heat boiling inside her. She felt his body rock against her as he shifted his hips back and forth against Ford.
“There we go,” Ford said. “And a one, and a two, and a…” Ford and Aaron began moving together. Emi moaned at the exquisite sensation of Aaron’s cock plowing her ass. Aaron rose up a little, taking some of his weight off Emi and allowing Caph to start moving, too. One of the men, she wasn’t sure if it was Ford or Aaron, reached around and started playing with her breasts and nipples again.
But it was Aaron’s teeth nipping her flesh that tripped her the second time, sending her spiraling into a beautiful orgasm with her pussy and ass squeezing both cocks inside her against her G-spot. That merged into yet another series of pleasurable explosions when one of their hands found her clit and began rubbing.
She opened her mind and heart, awash in the boiling pleasure and love all three men felt for her and each other. She rode each wave as it came, her body no longer under her own will. The men used her and each other, and her cunt and clit joyfully responded to them. They fucked her and each other, harder, faster, churning her insides as each orgasm blended into the next for her. Aaron became the pivot point, setting a hard and fast pace that drove Emi against Caph with each stroke.
Caph came first, finishing with several hard upward thrusts of his hips that drove his cock deep inside her body before he went limp beneath her. Aaron and Ford weren’t done, however, and Emi held on as the two of them fucked, slamming their hips together, Ford’s body driving Aaron’s cock harder into her ass. With the last of her own climaxes still rippling through her body, she reached out and braced herself against the mattress. Caph’s fingers dug into her hips, allowing Aaron to get even more traction while his body slapped first against hers, then collided into Ford’s.
She felt Aaron growing even harder and knew he was close, but it was Ford who let out a loud cry first. Aaron’s strokes grew faster still until he caught up and buried his cock inside her ass one last time.
Aaron collapsed on top of her, panting, his body covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She felt Ford reach out to prop himself up with his arms and keep his additional weight off them.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and Emi’s pulse banging in her ear.
Until a long, whistling fart shattered the silence.
“Sorry,” Caph mumbled, already halfway asleep.
Aaron and Ford dove off the pile, allowing a laughing Emi to untangle herself from Caph.
“I warned you not to eat those burritos before the party,” Ford chastised.
Emi stayed where she landed, still laughing and too tired to move. Aaron grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, Em. Let’s go grab a shower.”
Ford and Aaron quickly helped her out of her outfit and enjoyed soaping her body down in a rare full water shower. By the time they returned to bed a few minutes later, Caph was fully asleep, lips parted, a small trail of drool working its way down his cheek and onto his pillow.
Emi, Ford, and Aaron had settled themselves in bed when Caph let loose again.
“Can’t you give him something for that?” Ford mumbled.
“Yeah, but it means getting up and getting it from sick bay, then waking him up to take it, and that’s energy I don’t have.” She yawned. “You should have thought about that when you guys let him have burritos.”
“There was no let,” Ford said. “You know how the big guy gets when he’s hungry.”
Aaron snuggled her close. “Enough. We’ve slept through worse. Go to sleep. Captain’s orders.”
Emi was drifting off to sleep when she heard another toot from Caph break the silence.
“Gawd,” Ford said. “Change places with me.” He’d ended up next to Caph.
“No,” Aaron said. “Suck it up.”
With some final grumbling, Ford gave up arguing.
Chapter Five
Emi awoke the next morning pleasantly achy and sore and apparently not asphyxiated by Caph’s intermittent noxious emissions during the night. Her men, still sound asleep, bore peaceful expressions she didn’t have the heart to disrupt.
Carefully, she extracted herself from them and grabbed a quick shower. She donned a casual uniform and headed to the galley to make the coffee.
The Java Max Excel 10k coffeemaker sat in its place of honor on the counter. She and Ford wouldn’t be able to survive a day in space without coffee.
She grabbed a canister of coffee from the cabinet and found a filter and the scoop. When she opened the machine’s basket to put the filter and grounds in, however, she found a nasty surprise.
A large, black spider sprang out of the basket at her.
Emi let out a bloodcurdling scream and scrambled backward away from it, the filter, basket, and scoop flying in one direction, and the open canister of ground coffee spraying all over the galley. She tripped over one of the galley chairs and landed on her butt in a shower of grounds. The spider landed on the floor in front of her. Emi left a trail in the spilled coffee as she frantically scrabbled away from it.
As her racing pulse slowed, she heard the men pounding down the hallway toward the galley. Aaron and Ford were first through the door. All three were naked.
“What the fuck happened?” Aaron yelled. “You okay, Em?”
Emi belatedly realized the damn spider was, in fact, made out of rubber. As she looked around at the mess she’d made, she spotted Ford’s concerned frown…
And Caph’s playful grin. A wave of pleased humor hit her from the large man and she immediately pieced together what had happened.
“Caph, I’m gonna fucking kill your ass!”
Ford looked confused as the big man started laughing so hard he doubled over. “What happened?” Ford asked as he walked over to her and helped her to her feet. He brushed coffee grounds off her uniform.
From the doorway, Caph wheezed with laughter and shook his head.
Aaron, stepping carefully to avoid the spilled coffee grounds, picked up the spider and held it up for Ford to see. “The practical joker is back.”
Caph howled with laughter and slid down the wall.
Ford sadly surveyed the spilled coffee and shook his head. “What a waste.” As dedicated a coffee drinker as Emi, to him it was practically sacrilege for it to be wasted like that. He took the spider from Aaron. “I wondered where Bucky had gotten to. We haven’t seen him in a couple of years, have we?”
“Bucky?” Emi asked.
Aaron frowned at Caph, who still giggled by the counter. “Yeah, Bucky the rubber spider. It’s sort of Caph’s tradition. He’s been getting me and Ford with him at least once a year on average for nearly as long as we’ve been together.”
Emi snatched the spider from Ford and jammed it in one of the outer pockets of her pants. “Not funny, Caph!”
He managed to get to his feet, still occasionally snorting. “Happy Halloween, babe. It was hysterical from this end. You should see your face.”
She swatted his naked shoulder. “You think it’s so funny, you get to clean up that mess.”
Aaron yawned. “She’s got a point.” He leveled a serious gaze at Caph. “Clean it up. Now.”
“Okay, okay. I will. Let me go pull some clothes on—”
“Now, Caph,” Aaron said.