“Oh, we’re just here ’cause we got caught in the rain and we were soaking wet. It was quicker than running to the dorm and catching a cold or something even worse,” Eva explained, hoping they didn’t mind.
“Relax,” Dorian smiled, “he’s only joking. You know we’re cool.”
“Are we interrupting anything?” Frey asked, curiously. “Should we give you guys some privacy?”
Maybe it was the fact that she’d found out that her life was in danger, maybe it was life itself and how unpredictable it was, and how one should always seize every opportunity for happiness and joy one has, Eva uncovered herself.
All eyes were on her. Her body shone in the soft light that beamed through the window. It was a full moon outside. Her skin was milky white, her hair falling down her back, revealing her perky breasts to them. She looked like a goddess, bathed in the moonlight and they felt honored to be there, allowed to gaze upon her.
She walked over to Frey first, as he was closer. He was sitting on the ground, with his legs crossed. She sat in his lap, spreading her legs, facing him. He could see the soft, but steady rising of her breasts. He could smell the rain on her skin. She grazed his nose with hers. Then, smiled. She took the ends of his shirt and pulled it up. No words were necessary. Everyone was mesmerized, following her lead, happy to oblige her.
She took off his shirt, throwing it carelessly behind her. His body was chiseled and smooth, without a single hair. She traced the line of his chest muscles with her fingers. He felt strong, hard. She took a deep breath, arching her head backwards, revealing the softness of her swan-like neck. She could see desire in his
eyes, burning, threatening to consume them all. She wanted to be consumed.
Without waiting for a sign from him, she kissed him passionately, her tongue inside, playing with his. His hand found her hair, grabbing hold of it authoritatively, dictating the tempo. At that moment, she felt another pair of hands on her hips. She could recognize those hands anywhere. Dorian was already naked, his hard cock pressing against her buttocks. He came just a little, unable to hold it in, wiping the sticky cum against her thigh.
She gestured at both of them to go to the mattress, where Sebastian was still sitting. His lips were parted, his eyes blazing. She sat down next to him, as Dorian was kissing her neck. Her hand traveled underneath the cover, finding Sebastian equally aroused. She smiled softly. She looked into his eyes. She could feel his desire. He kissed her, his lips being a perfect fit with hers. Dorian was touching her shoulders, showering her neck with soft, butterfly kisses. Sebastian was pulling her into himself. They all wanted more.
She knew she couldn’t refuse anything they wanted, because she wanted it, too. She released a long, drawn out breath. Sebastian aggressively turned her to the side. She was kneeling, doggy style. She could feel her nipples harden. Frey got in front of her, Dorian to his side. Sebastian was fondling her from behind, she could feel his skillful fingers on her wet pussy. This was all she ever wanted. She felt so close to all of them.
Without turning around, she could feel Sebastian’s big cock pressing against her, tracing the inside of her thighs, then returning to that sweet flower. She gasped, forgetting everything else, as he pushed inside in one hard thrust, as if none of them could wait any longer. His finger worked on her swollen clit, playing with it, as he fucked her from behind, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her butt cheeks. She was already there, moaning and groaning. She was about to explode, and she tried to stop it. Sebastian felt it. He stopped, too.
“Not yet, princess,” she heard him say, and before she could say anything else in reply, she could feel Frey’s cock on her lips.
She took him all in, licking and sucking. She could see the muscles on his stomach flesh out. He was leaking into her mouth. He wasn’t done yet, she could tell. He needed a release. She started massaging him with her hand, his purple tip inside her mouth. He slammed into her throat, balls deep. She could barely breathe, and she loved it.
Sebastian let her rest a little, then he pressed his cock against her wetness and slid it in, just a little. She could feel it there, but wanted more. So much more. She tried to moan, but her mouth was full. Her pussy clenched around Sebastian, her mouth around Frey. She wanted to scream for a release, but she couldn’t. It was too much. She felt like she was going to explode.
Just as she was about to orgasm, Sebastian pulled away again, leaving her almost frustrated. A second later, she felt them shuffle a little, and someone was pressing against her backdoor entrance. She moaned loudly.
“Just relax,” she heard Dorian whisper into her ear. “If anything is wrong, just lift your left hand up in the air, okay?”
“Mhm,” she managed to gargle, her mouth still full.
She started stroking harder, knowing she could please all of them. She massaged Frey’s balls, as his cock was so deep inside of her, that her eyes started tearing up. She felt wetness on her tightest hole and soft pressure at first, then as she allowed herself to be opened, more and more, finally, he was in. Her pussy tightened with their every stroke, clenching. Frey’s hand tugging on her nipples, adding to her pleasure. Sebastian slapping her ass poppy red. She was bouncing forward and backward, until her orgasm finally hit her with all it had. The room filled with moans and grunts, with the smell of rain and sweat, as all four of them found their release together.
She swallowed Frey’s cum, feeling herself leaking from all sides. Sweet pain was shooting through her body, like a gentle surge of electricity. But, it was good pain. The kind she wanted again and again.
Exhausted, the four bodies all dropped down onto the mattress, breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” She heard someone ask, but she couldn’t tell who it was. Not that it mattered.
“I’ve never been happier,” she replied, closing her eyes.
They all fell asleep listening to the soft sounds of the pouring rain.
Chapter 22
When Eva woke up the following morning, she saw Bella was already awake. She was sitting at the desk, but the chair was pointed at Eva, as if she had been waiting for her to wake up.
“Hey…” Eva whispered sleepily. “What’s the time?”
“It’s time for you to tell me where the heck you’ve been, girl!?” Bella replied frantically, jumping from the chair and rushing over to the bed, making it shake as she sat down on it.
“Hey, easy, easy,” Eva pulled away, making room for Bella. “You’re too perky so early in the morning.”
“It’s 10 am. It’s officially not early morning anymore.”