I follow Marcus' instructions and figure it out for myself from there. Bending forward to rest on my hands, I back up further and hover my bottom over Apollo's erection. Blushing again over the extreme exposure of my nether parts to their collective view, I carefully attempt to settle back on Apollo's dick. He helpfully holds it for me, and from the extra slickness when my ass touches the tip, he re-lubricated as well.
Gingerly, I press back, exerting enough pressure for him to breach me as Marcus and Brade watch avidly— eyes dark with lust while fondling their still-engorged cocks. It's different than I've tried before but not uncomfortable. Once I'm fully settled, I sit up and— "Whoa." My ass cheeks clench tight around Apollo, making him groan and press up, but I'm consumed with the insane depth the new angle affords the penetration.
Marcus chuckles. "Nice, yes?" That's one way to describe it. It's definitely a position I'll want to explore more at another time. I flash him a languid grin, eyes at half-mast, and flex down again.
Apollo and I moan in tandem. He supports me as I lean back, readjusting my legs as I go, until I'm lying against his chest, thighs spraddled out over his.
Marcus presses my knees back after directing me to pull my legs up, and Brade reaches out to run his fingers through my wetness above where Apollo stretches me.
"Damn, Birdie, that's hot." His voice is husky and deep. Smiling languidly at my bestie, I beckon him to resume the same position he was in a bit ago.
He moves up the bed, giving Marcus free reign to snug up between my thighs. As Marcus presses in, Apollo and I take turns sucking on Brade.
Marcus begins thrusting, moving me up and down on Apollo with my legs still bent back. Soon, he slips his fingers to the place above where we're joined, working my engorged clit until I'm coming hard around the dicks in me, Brade's included. He pulls out as he starts to come, his spunk hitting my face before gripping Apollo's hair to bury his dick in his mouth. From what I can tell, Apollo loves it since he starts to throb in my ass with Marcus joining shortly after several more thrusts.
We all collapse in a sweaty pile, coming down from the well-deserved release. A release in more ways than one.
Apollo
After a short cuddle, Lark complained that we were all gross and there wasn't enough room on her bed. There really wasn't, so we all left her room to go shower. Except now, I'm standing under the hot spray in my ensuite tense with worry.
"Apollo, I don't know why you're afraid she's going to have a change of heart," Marcus berates me as he climbs in the shower with me.
I face him with water dripping off of my face as he angles one of the four heads to wet his hair. "Maybe because I have never sexually touched a woman that I also cared for. I shouldn't have been so rough or waited for a group session." My companion stares at me incredulously. "She kicked us out. She didn't have a problem sleeping with Rex after they had sex."
Marcus ignores my complaint and shampoos his hair while I impatiently wait. Finally, when he's rinsed, he addresses my concern. "Her and Rex had shower sex, then went to bed after they cleaned up. Stop making issues where there are none. I'm almost positive she's never voluntarily had anal sex before, and she let you do that. If Rex had, the smug bastard would have been crowing to the rafters about it. Well, maybe after he wasn't nearLark. She would have gotten violent with him."
I have to agree with his point, but I'm afraid I will bungle it with her.
Marcus sighs and slaps me on my wet ass when I turn to reach for the bottle of soap he's just put back on the shelf. "Hurry up and go see for yourself. Some master you are," he mumbles as he gets out. I glare after my companion, wondering how he’s always the quickest to shower no matter who gets in first.
I’m nervous as I walk into the den. Expecting to find Lark in her usual place in the corner of the sofa, I instead find her in my recliner. My gaze shifts to Braeden who is on the sectional and back again. Did she not want to sit next to him?
One corner of her full lips tilts in a smirk as she takes in my confusion. “Have a problem there, Sun God?” She took my chair on purpose.
My eyes narrow on hers, nervousness forgotten at her challenge. “Seems someone is going to get their wings singed from getting too close to the sun. Unass my chair, woman.” Her jaw drops at my demand. It’s my chair, dammit.
She recovers quickly and hones in on my issue. “You’re upset over...furniture?” I cross my arms nearly tapping my foot as I wait for her to move.
Marcus isn’t helping, just taking a seat in the other chair as if there isn’t a problem. “Apollo,” he hisses. Maybe he is going to help. Turning to face him, I wait expectantly. “You think maybe she wants to sit with you and that she was waiting for you? Calm down before you actually do scare her off.”
Guiltily, I turn back to face Lark. “I’m sorry, Nightingale, I…” I stop, noticing she’s vacated my chair and moved straight to Braeden. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I try again. “I was nervous, and it threw me off-kilter, and it fits me comfortably.” This isn’t going how it sounded in my head. “I don’t care about the chair and have no idea why it was even an issue for me. Will you please come back and sit with me?”
It takes a minute while she internally debates as she glares at me, but finally, Lark stands gingerly. My fears are confirmed when she moves slowly toward me. “Fair warning, I’m butt-hurt in multiple ways.” I’m stricken at her words and dash to pick her up.
“I’m so sorry. I told Marcus I was too rough after. That’s why you want me to go away. I didn’t mean to hurt--” A slim finger presses to my lips, halting my groveling apology.
“You didn’t do anything I didn’t agree to and ask for. We just might have to practice more often, so I get used to it.” She must see the surprise on my face and tacks on, “Later, much later.”
“I agree with the practice; my turn is coming soon.” The statement is barely out of Marcus’ mouth before Braeden makes a sound I interpret as a flat out, “No.”
Sitting down, I gingerly lower Lark until her bottom is nestled between my legs to avoid putting pressure on it.
She smiles in thanks, and I find myself returning it. “What’s up with the chair?” Of course she won’t let it go.
Sighing, I answer, “It’s mine. I picked it out; it didn’t come with the house, and Marcus didn’t get it. It’s the first thing that I bought that is only mine. Sorry about the overreaction.” Her features soften into understanding, making me slightly uncomfortable at her insight into my vulnerabilities. “Anyway,” I add, changing the subject, “why did you want to meet in here?
"For one, my bed needs to be changed, and there wasn't enough room for all of us. Also, I needed to clean up and since I want to know what happened, I figured it would be better to come down here." She stalls for a moment before adding, "Plus, your bed is down here and probably quite a bit bigger?"