9
Party of Four
“I’ve got you now.”
Randy picked me up, his lips finding mine. He growled lightly in my ear as we fell to the mattress, the box springs underneath squeaking in protest.
“You nearly made me come in my jeans before. And knowing you fantasized about me while I sat in here with blue balls? I’m going to have to teach you a little lesson, Bee.”
“Sure,” I said in as sassy a voice as I could muster. “I’m not afraid. I imagined you rough and that’s how I want it.”
“You say that now, baby,” he said, and the other guys laughed.
“Mmmm, you’ve got great fingers,” I moaned as he squeezed my ass.
With his hands on my behind and his tongue tickling my throat, I could only whimper helplessly. A quick glance revealed the outline of his erection behind the fly of his blue jeans, and it was all I could do to resist reaching down, pulling him out, and sliding him into my mouth right then and there.
“Hold still,” he ordered.
With his hands on the neck of my shirt, he gritted his teeth and in a sudden, violent motion, tore it right down the middle. The cotton split like it was nothing more than tissue paper in his powerful hands, leaving me in just rags and my bra.
“That’s better.”
Holding me down, he buried his face between my breasts, kissing and sucking on the pale skin until pink marks rose on my skin and my body yearned for more. He knew, and kissed down my body when a large presence appeared next to me and I saw Tyler. “Ready for me?”
Who knew such a caveman move could be so freaking hot?
I propped myself up on my elbows, still in my tattered shirt, and watched Randy slide off the bed just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and drop his jeans and boxers to the ground. He kicked them aside and stood, looking at me, a temptation like one I’d never had before.
His body was glorious, his chest like hard marble dusted with the same blond hair on his head, and a lovely little happy trail leading to a long, stiff cock so heavy it bounced against his muscular thighs.
I slipped my own pants off and parted my legs just enough to give him a small idea of what was to come.
“I’m very ready, Randy,” I said, gasping when he drove his tongue into my pussy.
At the first swipe, my mouth dropped open, and I pulled Tyler’s cock to my lips. He wove his fingers into my hair, holding my head still as he guided himself until he banged the back of my throat.
Holy shit. I was with two guys.
Or, was I with three guys? Austin, after all, was watching, his hand running over the bulge in his own jeans.
Before I could process the question, the bed springs squeaked on the other side of me. While Randy worked my pussy with his tongue, and Tyler filled my mouth, Austin had joined us, moving in on my breasts. With one in his hand and the other in his mouth, he nearly drove me mad with new waves of pleasure.
I moaned as the three guys worked me over, my head spinning with sensation and a greedy, naughty hunger.
Austin lifted his head from my breasts to come up to my ear, whispering filthy things that dripped with heat. “You’re so fucking sexy, your lips stretched around that dick,” he growled, twisting and pulling my nipples. “I knew you’d like it like this, Bee. You’re not a good little girl like you think you are.”
His fingers were rough, hovering between pleasure and pain, his thumbs teasing my nipples to diamond hard points.
“Tonight, there are no limits. We’re going to suck you, fuck you, and fill you in every way you’ve ever dreamed. Randy’s tongue is going to drive you wild before he stretches your pussy with his cock, Tyler will come on your tits… and then I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours. How does that sound, Bee?” Austin asked, tweaking one of my nipples especially hard.
All I could do was moan around Tyler’s cock as Austin teased me with dirty whispers, his hands sending sparks flying through my body, building a tension that I knew would eventually explode.
Tyler pulled out from my lips and began to slowly stroke himself at the same time Randy took his mouth off me. He lifted my hips and slid two fingers inside me. His gaze was fixed to my face as he curled them lightly in a ‘come here’ motion, finding my g-spot and rubbing it maddeningly. I looked down into his eyes as he smiled, letting his almost ridiculously long tongue drop down to return to my clit.
“Damn, Randy, give it to her. Finger fuck that pussy,” Austin cheered.
Each thrust of Randy’s fingers delivered an explosive sensation that took my breath away. I gasped until I was hoarse and pounded my fists on the bed underneath me. His assault was heady, erotic, and wholly unlike anything else I’d ever experienced.