Deep 6 (Multiple Love)

I close my eyes, moving to shallower thrusts as I seek out her little clit. It’s slick and swollen from my tongue, so I stroke around it gently, gauging her response. It must feel good because she wiggles her hips and gasps, so I carry on, beginning to tap just lightly at double time to my pumping hips.

I wish I could taste her again and fuck her at the same time. If that was anatomically possible, it would be awesome.

As though Arden has read my mind, he urges Sandy up, so her back is pressed against my front, both still kneeling. I cup her breast, supporting her against me with gentle squeezes as Arden drops to the floor and kneels in front of her.

I’ve never seen my brother get into this position when we’ve shared a girl. As he licks over her clit, in time to my thrusts, Sandy is gazing down at him in awe.

I know I’m not going to last much longer, and with Arden’s clever tongue working on Sandy’s clit, I doubt she is either. I go deep now, and Sandy’s legs begin to quiver. “That’s it,” I croon, “that’s it. Let go, baby.”

We’re slick between our bodies, a mixture of sweat and arousal, and I can smell the scent of her in the air that trips a switch in my brain. I wish I could mark this woman inside. I could fill her with my come and watch it drip from within her. That would be fucking amazing, but we’re not there yet. In time she’ll trust us, and it’ll be worth the wait.

I want to show her that we can be what she needs because she is everything that is good for us.

The moment she comes is like the sun’s rays bleeding through a cloud. She ripples inside like water disturbed by a falling stone, and my cock swells, balls pulling up so tight that my mouth drops open. I drag in deep fast breaths, pumping, pumping, pumping inside her, as pure white-hot pleasure surges through me.

She’s limp in my arms as Arden rises to kiss her mouth.

We stay that way for a few minutes, hands roaming Sandy’s warm body, mouths caressing her flesh.

Eventually, Arden finds a condom, sheathing himself and pulling Sandy into his lap. She’s limp and ruined, but he does all the work, pumping his hips against her from beneath.

There’s a laziness to everything now, as though we’re touching each other through a haze of sensation, a fog of lust. She shivers when I let my fingers roam between her ass cheeks, so I circle her taint, over and over, until her hips are bucking, and her back is arching, and she’s coming all over again.

When Arden comes, he throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, and peace seems to settle in the room with the knowledge that we could do this all night, passing our girl between us and rocking her world.

We could do it tomorrow and the next day and never want anything else because Sandy’s just what we need.

Tyler isn’t crazy.

He’s the one thinking the clearest in this house for a change.

26

SANDY

I wake up in a strange room, under a comforter that I don’t recognize. Through my sleep-sticky eyes, I make out Arden’s bearded face on my left and Able’s smooth one on my right. Arden’s arm is heavy on my stomach, and Able’s hand is cupping my pussy as though he’s possessive over me even in sleep. I blink a few times to shake away bleariness and stare up at the ceiling. My heart is full, the memories of the past few days settling inside me like a warm cup of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.

Could I have asked for more?

Six men want to make me the center of their harem.

This is how it must have been for Connie and Natalie.

Overwhelming.

Filled with uncertainty.

Wanting all the good intentions to manifest into something that will work.

But maybe they had it easier. Their men were all new. One of mine is someone I viewed as a mistake in my past. Tyler was a wound so open and raw that I couldn’t let another man near me for fear he’d rip me open.

I need to talk to him. There are so many things we need to say. There are things I need to tell him, but I don’t know how. Things big enough that they could splinter all these fragile feelings and intentions.

The truth of it is that I don’t know who he is anymore. He’s still my Tyler in some ways, but there’s a hollowness about him that wasn’t there when we were together.

There’s a brittleness to him that makes me scared.

My secrets could break him.

Everything that he thinks about me is a lie. I know this because if he knew what happened when he left, he wouldn’t bring me into his friendship group. He wouldn’t be exposing his friends to the kind of woman I am. He’d be pushing me out the door, disgusted.