Deep 6 (Multiple Love)

“Andrew first,” she says softly, and my heart skips.

“Why Andrew?” Arden says petulantly. I swear he’s always been terrible at sharing, but he’s going to have to learn to get better.

“Because he’s the only one who hasn’t been inside me yet.”

It’s true. I am the only one that didn’t get to fuck Sandy in the fullest sense. In a way, I’m happy we had those moments of intimacy together. I never feel like there’s a rush to move things forward. Increasing the build-up only increases the intensity.

“Better get undressed then,” Greg grunts, nodding at my still-clothed body. It doesn’t take me long to strip, and by then, Tyler has stepped aside, and Sandy’s legs are splayed open, ready for me.

Oh God, I don’t think there is a sweeter sight than a woman waiting for my cock. Tearing the foil and sliding the condom over my length is like torture, but while I’m doing it, Sandy shimmies out of her panties and lets her legs fall wide, showing me her pretty pink pussy.

Damn.

I bend to lick her, coating my tongue in her arousal. She’s slick and warm, the perfect place for my cock.

When I climb over her, she smiles, and her eyes seem to dance with amusement. “Time to claim me as yours,” she says softly.

“Oh, you were mine from the moment I saw you.”

“From the moment I told you that you could have her,” Tyler corrects, and I guess he’s right. I would never have gotten myself into this position with Sandy without Tyler’s okay.

They might have a past, but we’re making a future here today.

I don’t hold my cock to find Sandy’s entrance. I let it slide between her slick sex until it notches where it needs to be. The first push is like heaven. She’s so tight that it takes effort to stretch her open. Her eyes flutter shut as she concentrates on the shallow cant of my hips. I make it in an inch and rest there, letting her body accommodate me. My body thrums for this woman. Between my legs, my balls tighten with the anticipation of the release.

Then I can’t wait anymore.

I need to be deep inside her. As deep as I can be, buried to the hilt, surrounded by this woman. The need to claim her is so primal. I feel out of control in a way that I’m not used to at all.

“That’s it,” Arden says. “Fuck her like you mean it.”

And I do. With every thrust, I tell her she’s mine. With every grind of my hips, I tell her she’ll always be my priority in life as well as in the bedroom. With every kiss, I show her just how much I need her. Even though there are five other men surrounding us, the sex is intimate.

But I want more. I want to see Sandy overwhelmed by the pleasure we can all give her. I want to see her drown in our bodies and scream from sensation. I want to blow her body and mind so intensely that she won’t be able to walk tomorrow and, most of all, so that she’ll never want to leave us again.

39

SANDY

Andrew is inside me, and it feels so good.

When he stares into my eyes with his crystal-clear baby blues, I feel like I’m sliding into the warm ocean as the sun sets. And when his brothers start to touch me too, I drift away into the stratosphere.

I know what it’s like to be with two men. Arden and Able rocked my world, showing me that pleasure is indefinable. But that was two. What will six men show me?

Arden’s mouth latches onto my breast, and he sucks my nipple hard before nipping it with his teeth. I jump and moan simultaneously, and he grins as though he enjoys having so much control over my body’s reactions.

Able’s fingers slide over my shoulder and down the soft skin of the inside of my arm, caressing until shivers pass up my neck and into my scalp. His fingers intertwine with mine, and I grasp onto him as Andrew’s thrusts become harder. Rocking my hips is hard in this position, but I try. I can chase my orgasm from beneath, and I do…

Greg tips my face gently, searching for my mouth to return to his cock and I let him slide it over my tongue and into my throat. Tyler takes my free hand, wrapping it tightly around his rock-hard length, slicking my palm with his arousal and working into my grip more fiercely than I would have thought was pleasurable. Damien is somewhere here behind me, and when fingers start to stroke my hair, I know it’s him. He’s found a way, amongst all of these men, to make me feel treasured.

When I was lost, they came to find me. When I needed support, they were my rocks, and now, they’re showing me what it takes for us to be together.