Caleb nods. “We’re all grownups here.”
“I’m sure I’ll regret saying this, but much as I’d like to – and I’d really like to – I don’t think I can do this.”
“Because we’re both here?” Caleb asks.
“No, it’s not that.” It is definitely not that. If they only knew how turned on I am right now at the thought of any kind of physical activity with the both of them.
“I don’t want to be unfair to Samuel and Xavier,” I explain. “I know this week could include overnight dates, but I don’t feel right being intimate with the two of you, knowing that I also have strong feelings for the other two men who aren’t here.”
Of course, I’ve been intimate with Xavier and Caleb already in the moments we stole away from the cameras, but that was nothing more than heavy petting, and unless I’m misunderstanding, these two seem to be proposing more than that right now.
“Would you be okay with things if Sam and Xavier knew about it?” Caleb asks.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll be right back.” Without another word, Caleb leaves the room. Is he going to tell the other two men that he and I and James are about to get down and dirty? Surely not.
“What’s going on?” My question is meant more for the universe than James necessarily.
James shrugs and seems unfazed. “I guess he’ll be right back. Do you want something to drink?”
I hadn’t even noticed the minibar until now, but if there’s ever been a time for a drink, this is it. I nod and James pours one for me, which I gratefully accept and start drinking immediately.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t to see Caleb return with Samuel and Xavier in tow. And instead of looking confused about the situation like I am, the two new arrivals are eyeing me with a mixture of concern and desire.
35
Plaything
“Really and truly, Caleb, what is going on?”
“We all care about you, Olivia. We want to make you happy.”
“Despite the fact that this is a competition of sorts, we’ve all become good friends,” James says.
“Yeah, we share a lot of downtime together between dates,” Caleb says with a laugh.
“And it’s no secret between us that we’ve had a hard time being near you and not being able to … do more with you,” Samuel says.
I can’t argue with that. The frustration is real.
I’m still bewildered and in a state of disbelief as I look around at the four men standing in my suite, but I’m not going to ask any more questions. I seem to be in the middle of a situation that I barely let myself imagine in my wildest fantasies. My four favorite men – men I’ve come to realize I’m falling in love with – are all here together. For me. No cameras.
They seem to sense the shift in my thinking. Caleb comes forward first. “What do you say, Olivia?”
“I say I’d be a fool to have any objections.”
Around me, the men laugh. Xavier hasn’t said anything since arriving, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s on board.
So many thoughts flash through my mind at once. Have any of these men ever done this before? How is this going to work? Can I handle what they’re offering?
I decide to apply my “no questions” philosophy to my own thoughts and just focus on being in the moment. I’m good with whatever’s about to happen.
Caleb’s hand slides over my cheek as he brings his mouth to mine. We share a few short kisses before he deepens the connection with longer, hungrier tastes. His tongue slides across my upper lip before seeking my tongue.
A hand grips my hip, and the heat of another body is against me. Caleb pulls back to allow Samuel to take his place. All of my kisses with Samuel have been undeniably hot, but this one sears my lips and threatens to melt me from the inside out. It’s a kiss with a promise of so much more to come.
When Samuel pulls back, Xavier is there. He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom, kissing me as he goes. He sets me in the center of the bed and crawls over me, laying a constellation of kisses on my neck, my chest, my face.
Meanwhile, hands slide up my thighs, and my pussy heats and throbs in anticipation as those same hands slide my pajama shorts off my hips.
Caleb, James, Samuel, and Xavier are all around me on the bed, eyes hungry as their hands and mouths roam my body. If I’d explored this fantasy, maybe I might have imagined that they’d take turns? This all-at-once assault on my pleasure centers is mindblowing.
There are a few moments of awkwardness and hesitation when one man accidentally contacts another, or when two are going for part of me at the same time, but they adjust easily and are gracious in sharing me.