As Rob opens the condom and unrolls it onto his cock, I glance back at Gabe and smile shyly at him. The other two have joined him, and my heart starts to pound.
“Are you sure?” Rob whispers in my ear. “You didn’t want to make a tape.”
“No one’s filming, right?”
“No.” He shakes his head.
“Then what’s the harm in their watching?” I ask boldly. It’s a little hot to think they’re going to watch. Fucking hell, it’s so very hot to think about that.
“As long as you’re sure…”
“I’m…” I lift up and position myself above his cock. “Sure.” I come down, impaling myself on his steel rod with a moan.
I swear one of the guys groans, but I ignore them, focusing on Rob, on his pleasure, on my own, and I once again lose myself in him. It’s not his hands or lips or tongue or cock that I bond with the most. No, it’s all of him. It’s Rob himself. And that’s still terrifying and frightening and paralyzing… No, not so much paralyzing because I’m moving fast enough and ensuring his cock hits at just the right angle that I’m on the brink already.
“Rob,” I pant. “I’m close.”
“Go for it, baby. Take yourself away.” He runs his hands up and down my back, caressing me, drawing me deeper and deeper into him until I feel as if I’m no longer in my body but in his, as if we’re merging together.
And when the orgasm washes over me, he stiffens and groans, and I wish we didn’t have to worry about protection because I want to feel him come inside me.
“Don’t stop,” he murmurs. “Please, don’t stop.”
“What if you take me from behind?” I ask.
His jaw drops again, and I grin, giggling, loving that I can shock him.
I climb off him and turn around, facing Ace, Gabe, and Zac. I’m really putting on a show for them, but this isn’t about them. It’s about Rob and me and how willingness to prove to ourselves that we’re together and we don’t care who sees or knows it.
I bend down over the coffee table, my ass high in the air, and I almost jump as Rob grabs my hips and plunges deep inside me. I let him dictate the pace before I start to move my hips in rhythm with his movements.
“Harder,” I pant, lifting my head, throwing it back, loving the feel of his cock entering me deeper and deeper with every thrust.
Rob complies, pounding into me so hard that my boobs bounce. I can hear the sound of flesh on flesh, of a hand on a cock, but I don’t look over to see which one of the guys is masturbating.
“Katie, you’re so damn tight,” Rob groans.
“Fuck,” Gabe whispers. At least I think it’s Gabe.
I want to say Rob’s name, to acknowledge what he just said, but all that comes out is a moan that grows louder and more breathless as I orgasm a second time. The way Rob makes me come undone is utterly amazing.
“I… I can’t…” I shake my head.
“Are you… done?” Rob asks, halting his movements, and I hear grinding, as if he’s gritting his teeth.
“Never,” I tell him, and he only needs three more thrusts before he comes again.
He slips out of me, and I straighten and turn around, wrapping my arms around him and kissing Rob as if this kiss might be the last one we’ll ever have.
But that’s not the case. He truly is a legend of a man.
And he’s mine. All mine.
Maybe things will turn a corner now. Mom’s held off Father, and she has a bodyguard so if Father does ever find her, she won’t have to deal with him alone. Kyle seems to be doing just fine, now that Father isn’t trying to make Kyle’s life a living hell. As for me, I have Rob, and I have new friends in Ace, Gabe, and Zac.
Sighing contently, I hug Rob and move to the side slightly so I can see the other guys. All three of them have their pants down, their cocks out. They all made a mess, and I can’t help admiring their partially naked bodies.
And I can’t help thinking about Erika and her four cocks and how her guys are all fine sharing her. I shouldn’t need all four of them to be happy. Rob should be enough, shouldn’t he? But how fiercely loyal Ace is is a major turn on. Gabe can be one seriously charming fucker, and Zac is sweet and kind and fuck. I’ve been hanging out with Erika far too much.