Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (22 page)

I moan watching them kiss. They’re both still hard as rocks and my pussy is so wet that rubbing it will be an impossible task because I won’t find any purchase.
 

They break from their kiss and I groan in frustration. “What’s the matter, baby girl?”
 

“I want to come,” I whine.
 

“You do, do you?” Talon turns toward me. “How badly do you want to come?”
 

“So bad…” I whine again as I try to play with my pussy but fail. “I’m so fucking wet…” I mewl, “I can’t…”
 

“What do you think, Kyle, should we help her come?”
 

“I don’t know, she’s been a pretty bad girl… Tickling us, fucking our asses, thinking she has control…”
 

I whimper.
 

“Look at that,” Talon says, pointing to my breasts, “her nipples are hard. I bet they’re aching to be licked. To be sucked…”
 

“Oh god, please,” I beg. Talon reaches down and pulls my hand from my pussy, taking my fingers into his mouth. I immediately dive in with my other hand and Kyle snatches that one up too.
 

“No!” I cry out as he starts sucking on my fingers.
 

Talon reaches over and grabs Kyle’s cock, stroking it. Kyle follows his lead and begins stroking Talon’s cock and I shiver and shatter into a thousand pieces without even being touched. “Oh fuck!” I hear Talon say with amusement as gentle hands lay me down on the floor.
 

When I come back around a couple minutes later they are both looming over me. “If the two of you needed any proof of what you do to me, I think I just gave it to you,” I tease them both.
 

“That was amazing,” Kyle says. “I had no idea that what we do, when we’re together, affected you so intensely.”
 

“Me either,” I tease with a smile.
 

“That was, fuck, angel, that was fucking amazing.” They help me sit up.
 

“I didn’t even know… it was so spontaneous and I was so turned on, it was, fuck… I can’t even describe it.”
 

“Now that we’re all even with orgasms for tonight,” Talon teases.
 

“Oh no, you don’t, big guy. I’m so not done yet. I gave the two of you yours, you haven’t even touched me. Get on the couch,” I tell Talon. I give him a hard look and he scurries into action. I know he knows I’m playing but he sits down on the couch, sliding his ass to the edge and laying back. I climb up and straddle him, but I don’t let him inside. “Come here, cowboy,” I say and he comes over, stands up and lets his cock rub against my ass. “Get yourself wet,” I tell him and I wiggle my hips. I hear Talon’s pouty sigh so I kiss him as Kyle slides inside of me. Sliding in and out gently. I am so wet that it only takes him a couple of thrusts and he’s coated.
 

Kyle withdraws and begins pressing into my ass and I take Talon’s cock in my hand. Kyle pushes in and I cry out. “Relax, baby girl.” His hand slides down my back and I arch into his touch as he slides in all the way, sliding back out and back in again and again. My eyes roll up and Talon takes hold of his cock, lines himself up with my entrance and he starts pushing himself in.
 

“Oh fuck,” I groan as I take both of them. I feel Kyle add additional lube by using his own saliva. I didn’t want to wait for lube. “Fuck fuck fuck!” I moan as they begin their perfect assault against both my sensitive spots and Talon gently cups my breasts. He’s careful not to hurt me intentionally and the pain mixed with pleasure is enough to send me over the edge. My orgasm rocks through me and like fireworks in my veins, sensations explode everywhere.
 

As I come back down, neither has slowed their pace and I can feel another orgasm building already. Talon’s mouth moves from one breast to the other and back again. Licking and sucking, moaning around my nipple in his mouth. I feel Kyle’s hand come between me and Talon. He quickly finds my clit. “Oh god!” I scream. “Oh Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
 

It’s too much for my body to take all at once and I shatter around them, my entire body trembling and shaking. My pussy tightening and relaxing and after three more thrusts, they both pour themselves into me, filling me, loving me.

The next thing I remember is being carried to the bathroom and brought into the warm tub. “Let’s clean you up, baby girl and then you can go to bed.” I rest my head against Kyle’s shoulder. His front to my back, he’s still hard, but I know he came. I feel hands moving gently around my body, washcloths sliding up my sex, cleaning me. I settle into the massaging rhythm of their bathing me and I know I fall asleep a couple of times, but they keep me afloat.
 

When they’re done, the water is drained and I am lifted out and immediately wrapped into a huge warm towel and dried gently. They don’t put any clothes on me, which is fine, before they lay me down in bed. Tonight they start a ritual that I will come to expect and miss terribly when it doesn’t happen anymore. First Talon, who caresses my stomach and kisses my belly. “Good night, little ones,” he whispers softly.
 

Then Kyle, gentle touches and caresses and then two kisses, one on each side, “Sweet dreams, little panda cubs,” he says and I start to cry.
 

Talon takes my face in his hands, kissing me on the lips, soft and sweet. “Good night, angel. I love you,” he whispers and kisses me again. When he’s done he settles in behind me, wrapping his arms around me.
 

Kyle comes up, first he kisses my forehead, then my nose, then finally my lips. “I love you more than life itself,” he says and the tears don’t stop. He lies down in front of me and I take my spot in the crook of his shoulder. My hand slides across his stomach, holding him to me and I hitch my leg over his.
 

Wrapped up in them and their love, I fall asleep with tears gently sliding down my cheeks.

“Addison?” Kyle and Talon call for me as I run into the bathroom. My morning ritual of puking is growing really old.
 

“Hey, baby girl… You okay?” I shake my head. I can barely hold my eyes open, I’m surprised I made it to the toilet. I continue puking up everything I ate last night. All the pizza is coming back up. Weird.
 

“What time is it?” I say between heaves.
 

“Just after midnight.”
 

I groan as I throw up again. Not good. Kyle comes over to me. “Baby, you’re burning up, what’s wrong?” I can’t stop heaving long enough to answer him. I really don’t feel good at all. I shake my head. “Talon?” Kyle shouts.

“Yeah,” he says right behind us.
 

“Oh sorry, can you get her a cool washcloth, she’s burning up.” I heave again, this time it’s mostly liquid and it burns. My knees give out on me and I slump to the floor. “Whoa, easy, baby. Talk to me…what’s wrong?”
 

“Don’t feel good.”
 

I hear Talon’s knee snap as he bends down in front of me. He holds the washcloth out in his hand and I just push my head into it. I jump because it feels so cold. “Grab the thermometer out of the kit,” Talon says.
 

“Kit? What kit?” I ask

“We put together a kit. It’s nothing huge, just, well, being on the road, we wanted to make sure we had some things with us for you,” Talon says sheepishly.
 

“Oh.”
 

Kyle comes back into the room and crouches down next to me. “It goes in your ear,” he says and he does it, pushes a button and it beeps.
 

“Grab my phone,” Talon says and Kyle goes after his phone.
 

“What’s wrong?” I say.
 

“You have a hundred and two fever, angel. We’re gonna call Dr. Paige. See if we need to take you in.”
 

My stomach rolls again and I heave, but nothing comes up.
 

“Try her cell,” I hear Talon tell Kyle and then I hear the speaker click on. The phone rings a couple times.
 

“Dr. Paige.”
 

“Hi Dr. Paige, this is Talon Carver, Addison’s boyfriend.”
 

“Hi Talon, what’s going on?”
 

“Addison just woke up, throwing up and she’s running a fever of a hundred and two. Do we need to take her in?”
 

“Did she eat something tonight?” Dr. Paige asks.
 

“We had pizza, we’re in New York. She had pepperoni, sausage, black olives and green peppers. And it all just came back up.”
 

“When did she eat?”
 

“About three hours ago,” Talon replies, and he’s surprisingly calm.
 

“Does she have any other symptoms?”
 

“She clammy, sitting here shivering…”
 

“My whole body hurts,” I add.
 

“Hi Addison,” Dr. Paige says. “My primary concern is the fever. Addison, would you take some Tylenol?”
 

“No,” I say determined, I don’t want to risk it.
 

“I thought not. Okay guys, I’m going to put you to work.” Dr. Paige gives them instructions. I zone out. I’m feeling worse the longer I sit here. My whole body aches, like I’m getting the flu or something. Though I haven’t a clue what it is that’s doing this. I don’t move from Talon’s hand holding my head up. The washcloth feels nice even though it’s warming up.
 

I’m pulled back into the conversation when I hear Talon ask, “What would Tylenol do?”

“Reduce the fever, but it is a pain reliever and she is pregnant, so there are some risks to taking it. Which is why most pregnant women don’t,” Dr. Paige tells Talon. “Don’t force her to take it though, it is her choice. Just keep an eye on her for the next couple of hours, if it gets worse, take her in.”
 

“You got it. Thanks Doctor.”
 

“Anytime. Addison, call me tomorrow, let me know how you’re doing.”

“Okay, thank you Doctor Paige.”
 

“Good night,” she says and Talon disconnects the phone. Kyle goes to work with the bath. And Talon adjusts my washcloth.
 

“Thank you,” I say to him.
 

“For what?”

“Keeping a cool head, calling Doctor Paige.”

“Kyle started it,” he says.
 

“I know, I’ll thank him too.”
 

He smiles. “Are you feeling any better?” I shake my head. “Let’s try this one more time, shall we?” He holds up the thermometer. I nod and he sticks it into my ear. It beeps and he shows it to me. One oh one point six. “It’s coming down already.”
 

I nod and give him a small smile. “At least I don’t feel like throwing up anymore.” I try and tease and fail when I see his sad face. “Aww, I’m sorry.”
 

“It’s okay. I’m just worried about you.”
 

I smile. “I’m okay.”
 

“Your bath is ready,” Kyle says and I look at him. He’s terrified.
 

I reach out for his hand and he helps me stand. Talon takes the washcloth away from my head but doesn’t move. I stand up and Kyle wraps his arm around my waist. “Hi cowboy.”
 

“Hi baby girl.”
 

“You okay?”
 

“You’re the one who’s sick and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”
 

“Yup, because you look a little green.”
 

“I just hate seeing you like this,” he admits softly.
 

“I know, but I promise you, I’m alright. The fever is already coming down. I’m still achy, but I’m starting to feel better.”
 

He nods somberly. I touch my finger to his nose and he kisses the pad of my finger as I bring it down. “Love you, baby girl.”
 

I smile. “There’s my cowboy. Love you too.”
 

He helps me into the tub. I shiver and pull back my foot when I go to step in. “Is it too cold?” Kyle asks.
 

“No, I’m just too warm,” I say and then step back in, lowering myself. I shiver a couple of times but then settle in. They both loom by the side of the tub for a few minutes, just to make sure I’m alright. I can tell they want in with me, but they don’t ask and I don’t give the okay. Kyle sits down on the edge near my head and Talon near my feet. I put my head back and close my eyes. I’m so tired.
 

“Let’s check and see where you’re at,” Kyle says and I hear the beep of the thermometer. I turn my head so that he has access and he gently presses it into my ear and after a moment it beeps. I see him smile. He shows it to me and it’s down to ninety-nine.
 

“How are you feeling, angel?”
 

“Really tired.”

“Okay, can you drink this for me?” I didn’t even hear him leave the bathroom. I sit up and he hands be a glass with a light orange color liquid in it. “Gatorade, watered down. It’s gonna taste awful.”