I capture the corner of my lip between my teeth nervously as I look between them. Sure, Bea and I came for a wild night, but four guys wild? I glance around, but she's long gone. Probably already got her tongue down bandanna guy’s throat. Or maybe she's found her own four guys by now. I wouldn't put it past her.
“We'll rock your fucking world,” Bear growls, bent down so close that his breath tickles my ear, bringing me back to the moment. All four of them watch me closely, with dark, dangerous, intensely eager eyes. They look ready to strip off the few clothes I have on, throw me on a bed and have their dirty, dirty way with me.
My heart threatens to burst out of my chest and run away, but further down—well, if I squeezed my thighs together right now, I can't guarantee the guys wouldn't hear the squelch.
“I—I've never, I mean… There are four of you!”
“Four times the pleasure,” says Snark, his heartbreaker grin widening. Not quite wide enough to show off that tongue, but I remember. And my mind is going wild about what it might do to me.
Oh God, I'm not actually about to, am I? I mean… that would be—
Bear's huge hands slide off my shoulders and down my sides until their warmth settles on my hips, taking possession of me. I don’t pull away. This could be my only chance to throw caution to the wind and live like there are no consequences. I came here for a reason, right?
But four? I fidget with the hem of my little skirt while my mind whirs a million miles an hour.
Snark nudges my blouse open just a little more. “You're fucking gorgeous. Come on, and let us show you how much we fucking appreciate that. You might not be able to walk home tomorrow, but you'll fucking love it.”
“Is… is that a threat?”
They all laugh.
“No,” says Viking, leaning in close. “That's a promise.”
2
ALESSA
The noise of the common room fades as they guide me down a hallway and around a corner. Bear kicks a door open, into what's basically a studio apartment. Two electric guitars and one acoustic stand over in the corner, and a massive bed dominates one whole side of the room.
With his big hand at the small of my back, Viking guides me in, while Hawk and Snark are already peeling off their clothes to expose hard-muscled expanses of inked skin. Heart in my throat, I climb onto the huge mattress, and by the time I've turned around, Viking and Snark are naked. Bear pulls his shirt up over his head, revealing a broad, hairy chest and stomach.
“Guys, I—” How's this going to work? And I thought I was overwhelmed out in the common room.
Viking lands on the bed next to me. “Shh, let us worry about the details,” he says, then pulls my face to his and kisses me. When our lips touch, I swear actual sparks arc from our mouths all the way down to my already molten core. His beard tickles my face, and his lips are rough, but he kisses me like it's love.
Someone unzips my skirt and tugs it down my legs, but I can't see who. Another pair of hands work the buttons of my blouse, their fingers teasing me each time they brush over my ticklish skin. I've never been undressed by several people at once before. It feels like floating between them.
I cling to Viking as we kiss, and someone tugs my arms aside to slide my blouse off. Large hands that must be Bear's slide up and down my sides, exploring me. I’ve never been particularly skinny, but his hands could still wrap all the way around my waist if he wanted to.
Viking pulls my hand down to his bare cock, filling my palm with a thick rod of hot, pulsing flesh. There's so much else going on at once that it’s hard to focus, but he grunts in appreciation when I give him a tentative stroke.
Someone kisses the outside of my knee, and then up a little higher. A nibble on my outer thigh, a bite that makes me gasp, followed by a row of soothing kisses towards the inside as he presses my legs open. When he reaches my panties, he presses his tongue against me like he wants to eat me out right through them. It must be Snark, and even through the fabric, he finds my throbbing clit without fail. If Bear and Viking weren't holding me in place, I'd launch right off the bed. Viking grunts as I squeeze him too hard.
Oops.
I'm drowning in sensations, and keeping track of them all is impossible.
My bra goes slack. Bear doesn't even bother to take it off me, just slides his warm hands underneath and cups my breasts. “Fuck, you’ve got prime tits,” he groans and captures my nipples between his fingers. Then Viking's hand is there too, and Bear relinquishes one so they can share. I’m amazed at how differently they touch me, their hands an extension of their personalities.