“It’s hot in here,” he says, talking about the inside of my pussy. “Jason really made a mess of you, didn’t he? It’s nice and lubed up for me.”
I’m a little taken aback by the dirtiness of his words—which I shouldn’t be, because everything that comes out of our mouths during sex is dirty. But to acknowledge that I’m lubed up with another man’s cum and he’s enjoying it … well, that takes it to a whole different level and I’m so turned on right now because of it. The wet sounds it makes while he’s fucking me make it even more hot and dirty. I’m loving every second of it.
After several more minutes of wet, sticky sex, he too tenses up and spills his seed inside of me.
Derrick stands up and Trey quickly takes his place in front of me.
“I hope you’re flexible,” he says with mischief in his voice.
My heart starts to race. He pulls me up from my position on my back and maneuvers my body into an odd position so that I’m on my stomach, draped over the arm of the couch. My hands are on the ground, my ass in the air. Derrick and Jason hold my legs spread apart so I’m basically doing a spread-eagle hand stand on the side of the couch. Trey stands up on the cushions and starts drilling into me.
I choke out a scream the moment he enters me from this position. I thought sitting on someone or getting it from behind was the only way to get someone in as deep as they can go, but this … this is mind-blowing. I cry out as he fucks me, coming so hard my entire body starts to spasm.
“God damn, that pussy is strong,” he says as my muscles clamp down around his cock while my orgasm rages. Seconds later he lets out a roar as he too comes. Beck doesn’t give me time to come down from my orgasm, instead he immediately starts to fuck me so forcefully my arms threaten to buckle. The orgasm seems to just keep lingering, never getting the chance to subside, and I’m cursing and screaming and begging him not to stop.
When he’s done, he switches places with Winston, and I’m not empty for long. Winston takes his turn and it feels like I’m being fucked by a bull. Holy shit, he’s powerful. The force with which he slams into me makes my skin ripple up to my neck. My ass cheeks clap together and I’ve forgotten to breathe. All the blood has rushed to my head and my vision starts to grey.
“Oh god. Oh god,” I chant as the glorious pounding continues. I roll my hips, urging him on. He presses deep and hard, unrelenting until finally his body starts to shudder. He pulls out and my insides feel hollow.
I’m flushed and tired and utterly satisfied when it’s all over. This is what it could be like every night if only this app didn’t get finished. But it has to. It’s all going to be over soon. Until then, I’m going to enjoy these men while I can.
“Boys, I’m going to need a towel,” I say without moving. I can feel all the cum sloshing around inside of me.
“Wait, hold on, let me get my phone,” Jason says.
“Seriously?” I say. “You’re going to take pictures?”
“Of course not. I’m going to film it.” I start to protest, but he says, “Don’t worry. No one but us will ever see it.”
“Fine,” I grumble.
Someone brings a towel and a bowl over to the couch. They put the bowl under me and gather around. I pull myself up and squat over it. As soon as I do, five massive loads of cum spill out of me. They guys all make varying sounds and comments. “Damn, that’s hot”, “Spread that pussy till it gapes,” and “That sweet cunt is all ours.”
Exhausted, I get dressed and plop on the couch. They take turns kissing me, then sit down too. It’s strange how after what can be considered a gang bang, we fall into completely normal conversation. They talk mostly about the excitement of the app launch and all the different things that are going to be at the tech expo. They beg me to tell them about the graphic for the app, but I refuse because it’s not finished and I want it to be a surprise.
We laugh and joke around, and it’s just so normal and comfortable and safe with them. Each man has their own individual thing that makes him special and makes me care about them. There’s no way I could possibly decide who I care about more. I guess I have to admit that Beck and I have the strongest connection. He’s in my head and can read my moods. Still, the others are just as important. I don’t want to live without any of them.
While Winston puts on a movie, I put my head on Beck’s lap. He runs his fingers through my hair. We all lie together on the couch in a comfortable pile of arms and legs. I don’t even realize I’ve fallen asleep until I wake up in Winston’s arms and he’s carrying me up the stairs to my room. He lays me down in my bed. I’m too tired to open my eyes and tell him goodnight. He kisses me on the lips and I could swear I hear him say, “I love you” before he leaves the room.
Six
The night of the tech expo approaches fast. Only one more day. I sit in the office. It’s late. The others have already gone home for the day. All I have left to do is submit the graphic and I’m done. The app will be complete. It will sell and everything will be over. I have no doubt I’ll be able to get another job offer quickly. I’m sure other tech companies will be crawling over each other to get to me after this one
sells. It’s an impressive thing to have on my résumé. But I don’t want just any job. I want this one. With my guys. It sounds crazy, but I think I’m in love with them. All of them.
Sitting in front of my computer, clicking my pen and bobbing my knee, I contemplate not updating the app with the new graphic. That would slow everything down. We would miss the deadline to show at the tech expo, but it wouldn’t hurt our chances of selling it. It’ll give us an extra month or two to be together before the next show. But then I’d let everyone down. They are so excited about the launch tomorrow. There will be some heavy hitters out of Silicon Valley there. The boys want to show everyone what they’re capable of in front of such an impressive audience, and I want that for them too. As much as I’d love to be selfish, I can’t do that to them.
With a deep breath, I hit send and put my pen down before I throw it across the room. I need coffee.
This place is kind of scary at night without the natural light coming through the large windows. It’s pretty boring too without the chatter of the others. It’s like any other office building. It’s my bosses that make this place comfortable and colorful.
I head down the dark hallway to the breakroom and put water and grounds into the coffee maker and wait.
“You’re here late,” a voice says behind me.
I scream and turn to find Beck standing in the doorway. I grab my chest and let out a string of expletives. “Jesus fuck, you scared the shit out of me!”
He smiles like he’s proud of himself, which makes me think scaring me was the point.