We all moan in unison as Cole pushes his cock inside my ass, slowly at first, until I relax and let him in all the way. I've never felt so fucking full in my life and the fact that they're not moving yet just makes the whole experience more intense.
"Fucking Christ, she's tight, man. Goddamn, I won't last long." Cole speaks through clenched teeth, and for some reason, that makes me feel incredibly powerful.
Suddenly, Travis wraps my hair around his fist and turns me to face him, his dick just inches from my lips. On instinct, I lick them as I stare up at his beautiful face.
"Tell me, Briar. How badly do you want my cock? Do you want me to come down your throat or all over your face?" I don't dare answer, it doesn't matter where he comes, as long as he does. Plus, I'm convinced that no matter the answer, he'll do exactly the opposite.
With Sawyer beneath me, Cole behind me, and Asher and Travis at my sides, I'm surrounded by the epitome of masculinity. Hard and soft, caring and reckless, but always, always, careful with me, even at their most degrading.
Asher walks away, turning off all the lights and leaving only burning candles to illuminate parts of our bodies. The Manhattan skyline is our backdrop as Sawyer finally starts moving me, fucking me slowly from under me. In tandem, Cole slides in and out of my ass so that I'm never empty, always full of cock.
As soon as Asher returns, Travis turns my head to him and instructs me to suck his best friend's dick. I don't hesitate, my mouth open and willing to be fucked again. Asher thrusts in and out, slowly, until Travis wraps his hand around the front of my neck and tightens his hold, no doubt feeling Asher's cock pump into my throat.
Every one of my holes is filled again, alternating between Travis and Asher in my mouth or in my hand.
Being with four men takes planning, choreography, that I didn't realize when I decided I wanted my life with them. But they—mostly Travis, I'm guessing—plan this out, making sure I'm comfortable and feeling special.
I am, and I do.
Slurping and sucking and slapping noises echo all around with the constant light of the City keeping us company. I'm panting, moaning with every thrust and every push inside me. I don't know if I can take it much more. It's like Sawyer knows it, gliding his hand from my hip to my clit and rubbing barely-there circles until my resolve completely dies.
"May I come?" I don't know why I ask permission, but as soon as I can pull my head back, I do. I think Travis is surprised by my submissive attitude, which is probably the only reason he's giving me what I want when I ask.
"Do it."
And holy fuck, do I ever.
I'm pretty sure my reaction triggers all the others. Sawyer comes deep inside my pussy, his face contorted with ecstasy, his gaze fixed only on me.
Behind me, Cole freezes, his cock buried deep in my ass as he jerks once, twice, then relaxes.
Both Travis and Asher come together, on my face, my chin, and my chest. Taking both of their cocks in my hand, I suck on them one, then the other, cleaning up their messes until I'm sated with their cum.
Travis rubs their orgasms across my tits, around my nipples, then brings their remnants to my mouth and pushes his fingers inside until I suck them dry too.
Boneless and sated, we fall into a heap of naked bodies over the makeshift campsite, and I'm pretty sure I'm the first to fall asleep.
CHAPTERTWENTY
BRIAR
After an intense trip, and one of the best of my life, I’m snuggled in the back of Travis’ car between the twins on the drive home.
"Don’t forget we have the fundraiser for my dad next weekend," Cole chimes in, eliciting a groan from me.
"Do we really have to go?" I whine, and the twins chuckle beside me.
"Unless you want to deal with my dad, then yes," Travis says, glancing at me in the rearview almost apologetically.
"Fine," I mutter, curling back into Sawyer, trying to cling to the joy from this weekend rather than let the dread for next week settle in.
The drive passes in a comfortable quiet until Cole’s phone starts to ring, breaking through the calm silence. He glances at Travis before answering and I tense up, already knowing something isn’t right.
"What happened?" is the first thing he says as he answers the call, but before he can speak again, all of our phones start pinging.
I grab mine from my pocket, eyes going wide when I read the news alert.
‘Another body found linked to ongoing serial in New York.’