Four Keeps

The men have taken care of most of the details for the ceremony. We all talked about what we wanted, and then the men made it happen, with some help from my mother, who has all the local connections. Although my parents were surprised by my choice to forge a relationship with all four men, they’ve been supportive. My brother took longer to come around, but his wife has been firmly in my corner from the beginning.

I think about family, and all the forms it can take, as we eat in the breakfast nook, with bay windows giving us another view of the beach. When we’re finished, I stand and stretch. “I’m going to grab a quick shower.”

“Time for our date,” James says with a grin.

“Making reservations is hard work,” Caleb says, deadpan. “I think I need to clean up.”

“I’ll head to the airport and pick up guests,” Xavier says. All the men have family arriving for the ceremony.

“I’ll come with you.” Samuel sends me a smile that says we’ll find time together later on.

I’m still wearing my robe, which barely covers my ass, so I saunter up the stairs as Caleb and James follow, letting them look their fill. Once we reach the bedroom, however, our clothing disappears rapidly, and soon we’re under the spray in our oversized shower.

I push Caleb up against the tiles and lick his chest, swiping my tongue over his nipple and then grazing it with my teeth. He hisses out a breath and picks me up by my ass, bringing our mouths together and kissing me hungrily.

James, behind me, slides his hands up my back, down my arms, and around to cup my breasts. He rolls my nipples in his fingers until I squirm. Kissing up my neck to my ear, he takes the earlobe between his teeth and tugs.

Breaking the kiss, I gasp out, “Enough foreplay. I’m so wet already.”

“Whatever you say.” James moves away for a moment, then returns, sliding his slick finger down the cleft of my ass and pressing lightly on my crinkled hole. I tighten with a moan, my pussy gushing even more at what lies in store.

We’d been together for a while before I had two of the men inside me at once, but once we tried it, it became a favorite for all of us. I love the physical sensations, but also the incredible intimacy of it.

Caleb keeps kissing me, his hands spreading my cheeks open, while James lubes his fingers and gets me prepared. When I’m impatiently moving back against him, he replaces his fingers with his cock, pressing slowly inside me.

I moan loudly as he takes possession of my smooth passage. My men love it when I’m noisy. “Fuck yes, baby. You feel so good inside me.”

James keeps going until I’m full to bursting of him, then hooks his hands under my thighs and spreads me wide for Caleb. My rancher holds my gaze as he aims his cock at my pussy and begins to enter me.

“Ohhhhh, fuck.” My head tips back against James’ chest, but I keep my eyes on Caleb. “Yes, fuck, fill me up.”

No matter how many times we do it this way, it never gets old. Feeling their cocks rubbing together inside me, separated only by a thin membrane, is heaven. I let my moans and ragged breathing echo off the walls as Caleb slides in an inch at a time.

He’s always my protector, focused on taking care of me and making sure I’m all right. He often initiates our sexual encounters, and even bosses the other men around sometimes, but they don’t mind, because it’s never about his own pleasure – only mine.

Now, for instance. Once he’s fully inside me, he takes over holding me up and says to James, “Get her clit.” I’d probably get plenty of stimulation from them fucking me, but Caleb’s not leaving it to chance. He’d rather I have a good strong orgasm – or better yet, several – before he and James take me for a ride.

James’ nimble fingers find my clit and tease it until I’m frantic, my inner walls clamping down repeatedly on the cocks impaling me. He circles my swollen nub, rubs, presses, then circles again, keeping me on the edge.

“James, please.” I don’t mind begging, because I know the games we play always have my ultimate pleasure in mind.

“You gonna come for us?” he says in a rumble, tapping his three middle fingers in a repeated pattern over my clit.

“Yes.”

“Gonna go off like a rocket?”

“Yes.” My body is straining toward completion, eager to explode.

“Good.” He rubs hard for a few seconds, then starts spanking my clit with just the right amount of pressure, and my screams bounce around the shower as I come so hard I see stars.

James keeps me coming until I grab his hand to let him know I’ve gotten too sensitive, then he nuzzles my neck. “Ready?”