So, I untie my dress from behind my neck, open the side zipper, and let the beautiful silk slither to the floor, where it pools around my bare feet. All I am left wearing is a skimpy G-string with barely enough fabric to cover my sex, the skinny straps reaching around my hips where they intersect with another that runs down my crack.
I kick the dress aside and slowly turn. First, to let the guys have a complete view of how I am offering myself to them, and second, to look at each as they circle me like a den of ravenous lions. I am in the middle, the spoke to their wheel, the center of their attention, the temptress of all their weaknesses.
It’s powerful, so powerful to be looked at like I am, with those hungry eyes. I am their lamb, voluntarily giving myself up to slaughter. I want them to devour me, leaving nothing about me unchanged.
I drop to my knees and beckon Greyson the way he just beckoned me up the stairs. He slowly approaches, and when he is right in front of me, he places his hands on my head. I grab for his belt buckle and fly and through his shirt tails pull out the cock I am getting to know so well but which I’ve never had in my mouth.
I might not be all that experienced, but that doesn’t mean I’m not learning how things work and what men like.
By the time I wrap my fingers completely around him, he is hard, so very hard. I point him toward my lips, and he gradually brings my head closer, his fingers tangled in what is left of my fancy hairstyle. I part my lips and rub them over the bulb of his cock, its rim, and as far down the shaft as I can.
I take a deep breath to accept more of him, sitting back so I can look directly up at him. I suck and slurp, spittle running out of the corner of my mouth, my eyes watering, leaving rivers of mascara running down my face like dripping paint.
“Beautiful, Lu. You know how fucking beautiful you are?” he says, rocking his hips into my face. “Grab my ass, baby. I want to feel you pull me deeper. I want you to go crazy for my dick.”
I sink my self-manicured nails into the hard cheeks of his behind and pull him down my throat so hard there is no way at all that I can breathe. I hold him there as long as I can, until I feel myself getting dizzy, and then push him back out, coughing and gasping for air. Not very sexy, if you ask me, acting like such an animal with my hair and makeup destroyed, and yet he gazes down on me like I am his savior.
“Fuck yeah, baby, you know how much that turns me on?” he asks, his smile wicked. “C’mon. Get up. Go bend over the bed.”
My legs are stiff from crouching for so long, so I hold his hand as I wobble. When I get there, he bends me forward until I am open for everyone to see.
“Fuck, look how wet you are,” he says, swiping his fingers up my slit and rubbing my fluid on my… my behind. Actually, on myasshole.
Oh my god. What is he doing? I’ve heard about anal sex, but do people really do that? Like, normal people?
For one, how will his cock ever fit inside me, if that’s what he has in mind?
But I try not to worry. These guys have never hurt me, and I know they won’t now.
Max is on my one side, Rowan the other, and I guess Greyson decided it was someone else’s turn. “Hey, Row, why don’t you dive in here? You’re the backdoor expert.”
Backdoor expert.
That’s what they call it?
“Fuck yeah, man, out of my way,” he says gruffly. “I’ve been wanting to taste that little rosebud since I first saw it.”
And when his tongue assails me, I almost fly through the roof. The sensation delivers a familiar yet different clench in my core, and I know I’ll never be the same. The dirtiest of the dirty deeds, and I want it.
“Widen your legs,” he growls, and when I do, he reaches around and begins to rub my little button, myclit.
If I am going to play their game, I am going to speak their language, no matter how strange it feels to use their naughty words.
With his tongue on my behind and fingers on my clit, I can’t help but wiggle my hips like a happy little puppy. And then I feel the pressure.
Something small but firm, no doubt a finger, presses against my ass, and with more pressure, pops just inside me. It’s a strange sensation, one I don’t love but don’t hate either, and if it makes Rowan happy, well, I can bear it for him.
The finger pulses, and in a moment, it’s joined by another, stretching me bigger than I’ve ever been stretched before. But when they pull out, I hear the snap of a condom. I chant to myselfit will be okay, it will be okay.
“What do you think, darlin’?” he asks. “Can I fuck you here in your pretty little ass?”
His terrible, dirty words make my nipples hard and flesh explode in goosebumps and when he moves his hand from my clit for a moment, I replace it with my own, so desperate I am for a little release.
I turn my head, resting on the bed, and see Max watching with Greyson just behind him, having opened his pants to stroke himself.
“Baby?” Rowan repeats.
I nod. “Yes, Rowan,” I murmur. “Yes, yes, yes.”