Four mouths, all belonging to men I knew I loved, worshipped me with their wicked ways, making me cry out in the mansion that would never be mine. Teeth pulled, fingers spread, and tongues invaded as I cried out, sizzling with explosive awareness of the men around me.
It was all unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Every inch of my body was being used for pleasure. The man between my legs, eagerly lapping at my clit, moaned as he pressed and swirled and pressed again. The climax I was helpless to resist caused me to whimper at the heat burning me. I was ready to explode.
“Come for us, baby,” Linc crooned. “Come on my face. I want to see you beg for mercy when I suck your clit so hard, you start to lose your mind.” He got back to work, his face buried between my legs while his hands wandered up my body, sliding over every inch they could reach.
“And then we’re gonna do this all over again,” Win whispered in my ear.
Someone clamped my nipples with their fingers, and a finger tickled my ass, when a white-light orgasm slammed through me. My screams included the names of my lovers while my body spasmed and shook. I’d never felt like that, not even close. Their touches kept at me, prolonging my orgasm, leaving me seeing spots and gasping for air. I whimpered as I came down, the hands that were violating me all slowing down in unison.
For heaven’s sake. Those bastards left me wanting more. Craving more. And needing more.
“I…I want…keep going,” I croaked.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Win murmured as I watched Nat move aside for him. He stood on his knees between my legs, hips thrust slightly forward. He spat into the palm of his giant, callused hand and began to stroke himself from root to tip, leaving his precum to drip onto the rug beneath us all. He reached behind himself, returning holding a condom he opened with lightning speed. I shuddered, watching him roll the rubber over his stiff cock. He applied more spit, and then poised at my opening, pushing my legs up over his shoulders.
“Can I fuck you, darlin’?” he asked. “Can I give you my big, hard cock?”
My head rocked back and forth on the soft rug. “Please. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” I begged, knowing the release I was craving, that I would die for, would only come from a huge cock fucking the shit out of me.
“Yessss,” I groaned as he slipped the bulbous end of his cock just inside me. His size at first was agonizing, but as he went deeper, I relaxed and moaned for more. I turned my head and opened my mouth, needing someone’s cock to feed me, and in a second, salty precum filled my mouth as Win’s pistoning rocked me. Another pair of hands held my head, and when Win hoisted my legs higher on his shoulders, I felt one of his thick fingers violate my backside.
Without hesitation, his finger was inside me to the knuckle, doubling the sensation of the dick in my pussy. I released the cock in my mouth and screamed.
“Fuck…yeah…fuck me,” was all I could manage. The cock I’d pushed out of my mouth was above my head, a hand stroking it furiously.
“Yeah, yeah…yes…” I screamed, my head and hips bucking.
Win’s thrusts were deep and hard, as was the finger in my ass, leaving me wondering if I was about to lose my mind, and thinking I didn’t care if I did.
“You’re tight, darlin’,” Win murmured. And I began to come. Again.
Hard.
Ripples heaved through me as I was filled and stretched like I’d never been before. They were all marking me as their lover. One last thrust, and I tumbled into some place I’d never known, screaming and crying for more. One after the other, they roared as they came either inside or on me, covering and filling me with hot, sticky cum and leaving me weak and mumbling like a lunatic.
“I love you,” someone said, starting a chorus of additional “I love you’s” that repeated over and over until I couldn’t really see or hear any more. They were the last thing I heard from the guys who’d stolen my heart before I passed out, dead asleep.
Chapter 28
Ambrose “Brose”
Holy shit, it had been one hot night. I’d shared a girl before with my buddy Win, but never with two more dudes. Watching Garnet get the working over we gave her just about did me in as I jerked myself all over her creamy tits.
After Win fucked her into oblivion, we carried her upstairs and put her to bed under her fluffy down comforter. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was fixing to move out, because all her junk sat in duffel bags at the end of her bed. Linc and I put all her stuff back in her dresser and closet to let her know how much we needed her to stay, and we decided Nat would spend the night in her bed while we each retired to our own, spent and blown away by an embarrassment of feeling and sensation.
How the hell did I fall in love with a woman I’d known for such a short period of time?
The next morning, Nat told me he was meeting with Cordy’s attorney, someone he’d done business with over the years. Since I didn’t have to be at the restaurant until later, he invited me to come along.
It was funny, but with my being a chef, I’d never been in an office like Nat’s. He was seriously working for the man, but hey, he was good at what he did, and they seemed to pay him well. Seemed a lot more civilized than the restaurant world, and the hours were way better.
“Brose, this is Rick Jones, the attorney representing Cordy’s estate. Also a friend of mine from our swimming club.”
We shook, with him looking over my tattoos, piercings, and shaved head. It was all good. I told him to come by my restaurant some time.
“So Nat, has Garnet made any progress discussing her financial situation with you?” he asked.
Holy shit. He didn’t know Nat was involved with Garnet. He probably didn’t know anything about the four of us. I certainly wasn’t going to say anything.