He can't help it then, burying his face in my chest and groaning at the reminder of my wayward ex-ex-boyfriend. “You do know you’re my everything, right?” His voice is muffled, tickling against my skin as he peers up at me.
“Of course, I do. You were just too cute in your exuberance, and I had to mess with you. Now get these pants off me and hop to it, buddy. That big dick of yours has an appointment to keep.” He shakes his head at my antics, essentially motorboating my boob, but lifts up to comply with my order.
I’d thought it might be awkward, but it isn’t at all. As soon as my pants clear the tips of my toes, Brade is climbing over my body to cage me in under his. He’s gentle with a kiss on my forehead and a peck on my nose until he reaches my lips, and we spend long minutes enjoying the novelty of making out together. He seems to have the patience to wait indefinitely, but I don’t. Reaching down, I loosely encircle his erection that’s been bobbing against my stomach.
“Up,” I demand after I break our kiss. My lips feel just as swollen as his appear. “Turn around, I want to see if I can still manage all of it.” He eyes me warily but does as I ask— there's a slightly awkward moment when he traps my hair under a knee, but it passes quickly.
Once he’s settled the other direction, he doesn’t wait for me but hovers his hips and dives in between my legs. For a minute, I’m distracted from my purpose, enjoying the tongue working itself through my slick folds. I start to tip my head back when Brade hooks my legs over his arms to engage his hands, and shiver in delight at the weight he settles over my lower half-- not to mention the exploring fingers.
Figuring I’d better get to it before I completely forget, I catch the tip of his dick, damp with his abundant arousal, between my lips. Taking my time, I wet his length and head thoroughly before I attempt to take it in deep. It takes a few tries and arching my back for a better angle, but after a few minutes, I’m able to get all the way to the base of his dick. Alternating with the depth to accommodate my breathing, I get in a pattern that is ramping up my arousal as much as Brade’s.
It’s when I start playing with his balls that he stops me. “Fuck, Birdie. I’m going to come if you don’t stop. I want to be in you before that happens.”
His plea is a reminder of what we don’t have, and I’m no longer on my period. “Oh, fucking hell. Please tell me you have condoms somewhere.”
“Of course I do. They were in my overnight bag, be right back.” He climbs off me, and I’m almost embarrassed at how wet his face is. He doesn't complain, so I try to push it down.
Brade comes back already rolling the condom on and tossing two others on the nightstand. “Just in case,” he says. It’s fine by me, so I don’t argue his presumption. I expect more sweetness, but my bestie surprises me when he grabs my legs and pulls my bottom to the edge of the bed. He slips my legs over his shoulders before leaning over to compensate for the bed being a bit too low, but it also bends me back on myself. Further exposed and with an up-close view, we both watch as his dick meets my entrance before breaching it. It’s a stretch, especially with the position, but he goes slow, small pulls and pushes until he’s far enough to sink the rest of the way in.
I’m slightly overwhelmed at the extreme fullness and wiggle as if that will help make more room in there. In response, Brade grinds into me, face going slack at the sensations. “Birdie, I’m not going to last long. It’s been a while.”
Since I’m right there with him, I nod for him to go on. Straightening up, he lifts my bottom with him, never disconnecting, to begin a hard and fast pace. With all the foreplay, my orgasm builds quickly, and I slip a hand between my legs to help it along. Brade’s hips are losing their steady gait, the swelling of his dick preceding his own peak, but I’m already there, muscles clenching around him and making him work to move in and out against them. He comes as I’m settling and partially collapses over me.
“You two enjoy the show?” I jerk my head to the open door at Brade’s remark and smack his back half-heartedly when I spy Marcus and Apollo crowded in the opening.
I find that even though I’m not too self-conscious, a little warning would have still been polite.
“Damn it, Brade. What if they’d been someone else?” My bestie looks at me like I’m an idiot before he gets a very self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“Shoot, Dirtybird, how’d you miss the headlights through the window? I wondered why you didn’t ask about the message on the phone. I was a bit preoccupied myself, but I still saw it.” Okay, maybe I am an idiot. I facepalm myself.
“No, I didn’t notice. That third leg of yours was quite distracting.” I shrug and start to untangle from Brade, who stalls me from pulling away. I wonder why until I see him gripping the base of his dick to hold the condom on as he pulls out.
“Can’t be too careful until you’re back on birth control. One scare was enough for now.” I don’t think he meant it like it came out, but I stiffen at the implication. Noticing my expression, he gives me a look full of chagrin, and I relax again before commenting.
“Agreed. No worries. But where’s my sugar?” He perks up and gives me a kiss before abandoning me for the shower.
“I’m going to clean up and let her inspect you two for injuries. Don’t have too much fun now! Condoms are on the nightstand.”
I don’t even have the presence of mind to get after him-- I’m too busy trying to close my gaping mouth at the audacity. We just-- I just-- what the fuck?
Marcus, on the other hand, he’s right in his element. He waits a moment for me to protest, but while I’m a bit shy and nervous, it feels right. I think I’d feel wrong to send them away just because I think it’s not normal to have one guy I’m in a relationship with pass me off to the others that I’m with as well. Because that’s exactly what this is and will continue to be from my perspective. My lips kick up at the corners into a welcoming smile, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.
“Apollo,” Marcus has his dictator tone out in full force. I glance at Apollo and find him staring directly between my legs. A shiver of anticipation works its way through me. “Lose the clothes and get on your knees. I’ll be right back after I check the security.”
And oh boy, does he. Get on his knees, that is. I think he was almost nude and on the floor before Marcus made it out the door. Honestly, I really don’t care where Marcus went at the moment since I have a death grip on Apollo’s hair, moaning as he attacks my already sensitive core with thorough skill. Apollo almost has a fight on his hands when he lifts up to speak.
"Anything you don't want, you say so, alright?" I nod, and he gives me a devilish grin before settling back in.
As he's adding fingers, stretching my already limbered up walls, Marcus walks back in. Butt ass naked. With lube. I eye him, wondering who’s putting what where.
“Apollo, you want in her ass or me in yours?” My jaw drops for the second time since they’ve been back, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s going to be a theme. These two sure do like shocking me, although I should probably be used to their dynamic.
The man in question lifts his head, face shiny with my arousal. “Would you mind?”
I realize he’s talking to me and not Marcus and shake my head. But that’s not clear enough for Marcus.
“No, that’s not going to work. You don’t let us push you around or talk you into something you don’t really want to do. If you’re nervous but want to try, then say so. But you’re going to have to be very clear. Apollo and I discussed it between us and then with the others. There will be no coercion, even if it’s unintentional. Teasing, yes, but we’re all going to need you to be very clear, so we all know the boundaries. Just as we’ll be with you.” Marcus is fierce, and again I think that we need to have that talk. Now that he’s no longer a slave living in survival mode, the issues might be coming up without him noticing. For now, I try to comply with his demands.