The man I used to think was impossibly bossy now shows me one of his many good qualities as he works to bring me pleasure. His tongue is tireless in pursuit of my orgasm, and it isn’t long before I’m crying out, my hips lifting and my toes curling as my body is overcome.
Devin and Khalil each suck on a nipple, and after I come down from my climax, Khalil smears frosting and chocolate sauce on my breast and proceeds to lick it all off, his tongue lapping at my sticky skin.
Devin does the same on his side, and then Marcos joins in, drawing a frosting-covered finger down the center of my belly, swirling pink circles on my skin. His mouth follows, making me squirm as he licks a ticklish spot just above my navel.
Then he’s taking Shane’s spot between my legs, and my laughter turns to moans as he nibbles on my clit. I go up on my elbows to get a better look at his gorgeous face buried between my legs, and Devin offers me a chocolate-covered strawberry, kissing me just after I have a taste, sharing the tangy sweetness that lingers on my lips.
It’s all impossibly decadent, playful, and so damn much fun.
“Truth or dare, Becca?” Khalil asks, looking up from where he’s teasing my nipple.
“Truth,” I say, because tonight is all about being honest and open.
He arches a brow and twists his lips into a sexy grin. “Which one of us do you want to fuck you first?”
I look around at them. Shane, caressing my leg as he spreads me wide for his friend; Marcos, his dark stubble brushing against my thigh as he pauses to look up at me from between my legs; Devin, his dark eyes seeming to cut through to my very soul, and Khalil, his expression merry with mischief.
“All of you,” I say, because I could never choose.
The four pairs of eyes that had been watching me go darker still.
“Do you want to try?” Marcos asks.
I swallow and take a deep breath. “I’m up for anything … and everything.”
It looks like my truth is about to become a dare.
59
Keeping us all connected
Marcos lifts me from the table and carries me into the living room as Shane disappears down the hall, only to return a few seconds later with a small bottle. Lube.
“Have you done this before?” Marcos asks, settling into the big armchair with me on his lap.
“Taken four men at once?” I say, the laughter in my tone helping to calm my nerves.
One corner of his mouth lifts and he gives a small shake of his head. “Had someone take you … here.” His finger slides between my ass cheeks and comes to rest on my puckered hole.
I shake my head. “I’ve never been with someone I trusted enough to do that.”
His eyes soften and he bends to kiss my forehead.
“I’d like her in my arms,” Devin says, coming forward. Marcos nods and helps me stand, and it’s a wild scene, all four men fully clothed and me standing between them completely naked.
“I dare you all to take your clothes off,” I say, receiving a bit of laughter from them. Khalil looks down at himself in surprise, as if he hadn’t realized he was still dressed.
I feast my eyes as shirts, pants, socks, and underwear are quickly discarded. How I’ve missed these men, and I long to touch their bodies, but I don’t know where to turn first.
Devin makes the decision for me by moving in and wrapping me in his embrace, my breasts pressing into his hard chest, his legs brushing mine. One of his hands tangles in my hair, drawing my head to his. He lays a line of kisses along the edge of my jaw to my ear before pulling back slightly. “Are you on any birth control, Becca?”
I nod. “Yeah.” Even though I’ve always insisted on condoms, I take the pill too, because I like the added security.
“I was tested recently,” he says. “Actually we all were, as part of our annual work physicals, and we’re all clean.”
I reach between us, finding his growing erection and feeling it swell in my hand. “Then I guess we don’t need condoms.” Fresh excitement dampens my pussy at the thought of taking these men without barriers between us.
He lifts me in his strong arms and sits us down in the chair where Marcos had been. My knees are on either side of his hips; his cock is jutting up proudly between us. I give it a few strokes, but that’s all I can manage before I completely run out of patience.
When I rise up, he lines the head up with my opening and I sink down onto him. “Oh, god, you feel so good.” I try to go slow, savoring every inch, but I’m too eager to bury him inside me.