My boys, their girl | BDSM, POLYAMORY | |COMPLETED|

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After my tease and getting Ray to bite me, I was completely out of it. The medicine, cramps, bite, just everything got worse. I feel terrible.

But before I decide to acknowledge the pain I'd like to talk about Ray. I dragged my finger to where I though he'd end, but instead I felt no tip. And that means his fucking thing goes on more. I offered to suck him off. If I went through with that I would've had the same cuts he has now. Yes, I'm aware he sucked the two of them off and then got his shit rocked. Vince is VERY good at what he does. Ray handled both him and Levi. I don't think I could ever do that.

My stomach. It feels like a wrecking ball is hitting me over and over again. God. "H—Hurts." I tell Ray. Vince wants to have his head back where it was before and I don't approve. My thighs are the only place his head should be between.

Ray coos. "I know, baby. I know. Just bare with it for a little while longer." He kisses my hair and I melt. Why that has an effect on me? I don't know. But it does. A big one at that. "Your shivering has lessened from this morning. Guess that means you're getting better."

I don't know. My brain is melted. My body hurts. I just want to actually feel his warmth. With how cold I am I really don't feel it.

Ray shifts and my brain goes full panic. "N-No!! D..Don't leave.. can't!!" I grab his arm out of impulse.
Ray hugs me. "Shh. I'm not going anywhere."
My vision starts to blur. "P—Please.. stay.."

I don't want him to leave. Not today or tomorrow or possibly the next day. If he leaves I don't know what I'd do. I'd be like a lost sheep in need of their shepherd. It's scary. I don't want him to go. Why? I'm not sure. I need him. I don't want Vince and I certainly don't want Levi. I want Ray. His touch.. I need it. I need it around my body; holding me tight. It's better than that disgusting medicine I had to take.

"S..stay." I repeat.
Ray holds me tighter. "I'm not leaving you, I promise. I'm staying right with you, baby."
".. I-I'm sorry.."

Why must I do this? Why do I have to always leach off of someone? It's probably annoying. No. It is annoying. I'm no better than a toddler. I need the attention. I need someone constantly looking after me and my relationship with Vince proves that. I need to be taken care of. My moods are never the same.

A hand comes down on my head and ever so gently pets me. "There's nothing to be sorry about."
My eyes water and something drips down my face.
His hand brushes it away as the other continues petting me and playing with my hair. "Shh.."
The tears start flowing. My hands grip onto his arm tighter.
Ray lifts me up and sits me up on his lap before pressing my head onto his shoulder. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling comforted in his arms. His hand rubs my back as the other continues with my hair.

"Don't worry, you're all okay. I'm not leaving you." Ray whispers. "You're staying right in my arms." 
Lie.. "N-No.. don't.. leave."
"I'm not, baby. I'm not. Just relax."
I want to, but I can't.
Why am I so emotional? This isn't like me. Why am I attached to him? It should be Vince.. not Ray. Yet.. Ray is who I want. Ray is who my body is drawn to. Ray is who I crave.

The door opens with a low creak. I'm too lazy to look back to see who it is, so I just keep my grip on Ray. His hand stops rubbing and lifts up. A loud whimper, I didn't even know I was capable of, slides out.

In a split moment everything goes quiet and peaceful. Im relaxed. All I can hear is the pounding in my head, but I'm fine with that. My stomach is cramping and growling. I can hear that as well. I can't hear voices or footsteps. It's relaxing. It's the other thing I needed.

Something touches my lip. I look down to see a cookie. My stomach will probably disagree with this choice, but I need something to replace this weird taste in my mouth. I open my mouth and the cookie is offered up to me. I nibble on it, enjoying every bit of it. Much to my surprise, my stomach doesn't argue.