Deep 6 (Multiple Love)

I shake my head again, a shiver running up my spine. Pleasure swells deep and low in my belly, spilling between my legs and into his palm. Warm liquid trickles down my thighs, and Greg smiles against my neck as I gasp, pussy clenching against his fingers in fast, tight ripples that I cannot control.

“You need us,” Greg says, easing his hand from inside me, kissing my jaw as I wince. “Your body needs us. Your mind needs us.” He draws back, his eyes lingering on mine, then dropping lower and lower over my peaked nipples and down to where my feet are wet from my orgasm. He made me squirt for the first time ever, and I’m so shocked at my body’s response to him that my hands are trembling. “You think you know what it will be like to be our woman, but you don’t. Not yet. We’ve gone easy on you, but we’re just starting out. You want to leave this behind…all this potential…all this pleasure, for what?”

I close my eyes, the flutter of a sensation rushing up my spine is almost painful, and the tingles across my scalp make me drop my head.

Greg’s seen me. He knows me. He’s worked out my intentions and he’s not going to let me leave without a fight. His possessiveness should piss me off. I’m a grown woman, and I can do what the hell I like. I don’t need his permission or Tyler’s or the approval of any of the other men in this house. But even though I shouldn’t want him pressing his cock against me, raging with the intention to bend me over and break me, I do.

I don’t need soft words and gentle intentions.

I need to feel exactly how much he wants me. I need to know he’s never going to let me go, no matter what happens in our lives. No matter how weak I am or what selfish decisions I make.

Greg pushes me to my knees, freeing his cock from his black jeans, lifting his black shirt, so I get an eyeful of the ladder of his abs, stretching upward to the heaven of his gorgeous face. When I take him in my mouth, I taste arousal and the bite of his control. His hand in my hair forces what I would give willingly. My eyes water, my throat spasming around Greg’s huge cock, and through it all, I can’t take my eyes from his.

There’s darkness there. So much darkness that I sense that he could swallow me so deep that I’d never find my way out. But there’s also fear. The slight tremble to his hand and the hitch of his chest tell me how much he needs this. How much he wants me to stay.

Sex isn’t just about two bodies moving against each other for pleasure. It’s about power and control. It’s about surrender and submission. Good sex is like opening your chest and letting another person root around inside you. At least, that’s how it is for me.

I might have Greg’s cock in my mouth, but he has his hand around my heart in a way that burns.

The tears leaking from my eyes aren’t just caused by the thrust of his cock. They come from a deep place, stuffed down years before, at a time when I was so close to breaking, I knew I couldn’t work through my grief.

When he shudders, coming deep in my throat, I swallow him down, relishing the deep groan that leaves his lungs. He’s strong, I tell myself. He’ll be okay. He’ll find another woman to get on her knees for him. They all will. Maybe, when I’m gone, they’ll come to their senses and realize that Tyler’s idea was ridiculous. They’ll each find their own woman to make it work.

They won’t think of me then at all.

Tyler was fine without me. He built a life with his friends. They were all better off without me.

Just like Sophie.

30

ANDREW

Greg asks me to go get Sandy’s car from the repair shop and bring it back to the house. I take it for a good run first, making sure that everything sounds right. When I’m certain that everything has been fixed, I head home, wondering what’s going to happen.

Is Sandy going home to collect her things? She can’t live out of a small suitcase and on a few gifts from the mall. She’s going to need to bring her possessions so that she can settle in. We’ll make her space in our closets and help her hang pictures if that’s what she needs to feel at home.

There is a lot that can be done to the house to make it feel less like a bachelor pad. We keep it clean and tidy, but none of us has any great interior design skills.