By the grin on all of their faces, they already know. I wonder how much Winston told them.
“Stimulating,” I say.
“The rest of us feel left out,” Jason says. “Winston gets to see you naked but we don’t? That hardly seems fair.”
They all seem to get closer. Or maybe I just want them closer and I’m imagining it. Jason is on one side of me, Beck is on the other, while the others are across from us. I don’t remember feeling Jason’s arm touching mine before, or his leg pressed against mine under the table.
Beck stands up. Trey rounds the table and takes his place next to me. “We hear you have the sweetest little ass,” Trey says.
My face flushes and my nipples harden with the compliment. I can’t tell if it’s just me or if it’s their body heat warming me up, but suddenly I’m warm all over.
“I suppose Winston told you everything then,” I say.
I picture them sitting around while Winston tells them all the sordid details about my body and our encounter. I imagine their dicks getting hard as he spilled every detail about spreading my ass cheeks and pressing his thumb against my delicate opening.
“Every little detail,” Trey says, leaning close enough so I can feel his breath on my cheek. He smells my neck and runs a finger down my bare shoulder, raising goosebumps. “He’s quite the wordsmith and painted a crystal clear picture in our heads. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”
My throat goes dry. I reach for my drink, but he takes my wrist in his hand, stopping me. His voice gets quiet, but he’s still loud enough for the others to hear when he says, “Did you know we’ve all been friends since we started college? We’re more like brothers, actually. We share everything. Our home, our business, responsibilities …”
I can barely swallow. There’s a flutter in my stomach and a tingling in the rest of my body. The desire to be touched becomes a desperate need. “Now we’d like to share you,” he says.
My mouth falls open. Did I just hear him right, or was that the desperate voice of my desires? This must have been part of the conversation they had while Winston was telling them our shower story.
I’m so mesmerized by his words that I don’t notice Beck standing behind me until I hear his voice in my ear. “We all want you,” Beck says. His hands are cold as he brushes the hair off of my neck, sending chills down my spine. But his cold hands do nothing to calm the inferno beneath my skin and between my legs. “If you say no right now, nothing will happen. Nothing will change.” He rubs my goose-bumped arms. My whole body tenses up. “If you don’t tell me no, we’re all going to have our way with you right here, and we’ll push your limits until you’re a soaking mess, and then we’ll push them even further.”
The breath rushes out of me. My brain sits in a fog. All the little reasons why I should probably say no are hidden in that fog at the moment, though I have to admit, I don’t even try to find reasons to say anything other than ‘take me right now.’ The thought of having all five of these gorgeous men at once is just too good to let real life get in the way.
I look around for the waiter or anyone else who might be around. I don’t see anyone, but that doesn’t mean they won’t come around later and mess up this perfect moment.
As if reading my mind, Derrick says, “No one will interrupt us. I paid the waiters to leave us alone.”
“So what will it be?” Beck asks.
I twist in my seat to face him, reach up and take his shirt in my hand to pull him down so we’re at eye level. Then I kiss him in response.
Like hungry lions on a gazelle, they are all over me in a matter of seconds.
It’s all very confusing at first. There’s a hand on each of my legs and on my arms, and on my back, and lips on my neck. It’s an octopus of hands and mouths on my body. I don’t know who to pay attention to or what to do first. It’s not until Beck takes me by the hand and leads me over to the round patio daybed in the cabana that things slow down and I’m able to get a grip on my focus.
I lay down in the middle of the large cushion. The fabric is white and soft and more comfortable than the sheets on my own bed. Jason takes off my heels. I watch, enchanted as he removes his clothes until he’s only in a pair of boxer-briefs, the evidence of his arousal obvious. He climbs onto the bed and kneels beside me on my right. I’m unable to keep my hands to myself and so I rub him through the fabric of his shorts. He closes his eyes and rocks his hips slowly.
Trey takes his clothes off next. He keeps his loose plaid boxers on and kneels beside me on the left. His erectio
n isn’t as obvious because of the loose fabric, but when I reach out and touch him, there’s no denying it. Derrick does the same, also wearing boxer briefs and has a delicious hard-on. He sidles up next to Trey. I wish I had more hands, but he seems to be content in waiting his turn.
When Beck takes off his clothes, it messes up his perfectly coifed hair, and I love seeing him that way. I knew he had and incredible body under those clothes, but I’m not expecting to see a chest and arms covered in brightly colored tattoos. Who knew there was a bad boy hidden beneath all that pristine fabric? I’m mesmerized by him and can’t pull my eyes away.
He climbs onto the bed like a mountain lion stalking its prey, all sinew and sleek lines, until he’s hovering above me. I’ve stopped breathing and feel light headed. He leans down and kisses me. His soft lips barely brush against mine. It’s a slow, sensual kiss at first. The tips of his fingers touch my face and brush the bangs out of my eyes. He puts his thumb on my chin and gives it a little tug so that I open my mouth. Then his tongue slips in and glides against mine, tangling together. The gentle kiss turns into something greedy, and he sucks my tongue into his mouth and bites my bottom lip. He reaches down and pulls the bottom of my dress up to my hips, exposing my thong underwear, but he doesn’t touch the ache between my legs that needs some relief. I buck by hips, hoping my panty-clad pussy will at least just graze him. Any touch right now will do.
He breaks the kiss and lets out a low rumble of laughter at my desperation.
“Tease,” I say, panting.
“Get that dress off of her,” Beck says in the same authoritative voice he uses in the office when the others are paying too much attention to me and not getting their work done. “You look sexy as hell in that thing, but I’m ready to see more skin.”
The others agree.
In all the madness going on, I hadn’t realized Winston isn’t on the bed until I see him sitting in a lounge chair still fully clothed, watching. I want to say something, but maybe he’s waiting his turn, or maybe he just likes to watch. I don’t want to deny him his particular kind of kink, whatever it may be, so I don’t say anything.