Damn, this is more fun than I thought.
It was Erik’s idea; that we christen the new house by the guys screwing me in every single room. Roman added the suggestion that we do it all in one night. The blindfold — and guessing game part — came from Zane.
I, of course, had zero objections.
We’d closed last week, on a big, beautiful property just outside of town. Earlier in the day, we’d finally moved in. It went exceptionally well, considering I had three professional college hunks to carry everything heavy. But it also went quickly because we brought very little in the way of our past lives with us.
Unanimously, we decided on the freshest of all possible starts.
And now here I was, lying on my back on our new kitchen table. Waiting for that first blissful push as a new mystery lover entered my eager body…
Only I felt the warmth of a wet mouth closing over my nipple instead.
“The rules didn’t say we couldn’t assist each other,” Erik murmured, tugging me gently between his lips.
I exhaled dreamily, sifting my fingers through his hair.
“No complaints here…” I breathed.
Down below, my next lover was preparing me with his own hot mouth. He licked and sucked for a while, teasing me with his fingertips, fluttering over my clit. The technique was a new one, and I realized he was trying to throw me off. I waited until he stood up, and began dragging the head of his cock through my channel. Then screwed my hips down and impaled myself on him.
“Roman.”
I heard Erik laugh around my nipple. It was all the confirmation I needed.
“Lucky guess,” Roman’s voice lamented. “Plus, you had a fifty-fifty shot.”
“Maybe…” I groaned, as he bottomed out inside me. “Maybe n—”
Words seemed abruptly unimportant, in the wake of being taken so deeply and beautifully. I was rocking back and forth on our kitchen table. Penetrated blindly, but one of the thickest and hardest cocks I’d ever imagined would be all mine…
And I had three of them.
“Next room man,” said Erik. “You know the rules.”
Erik flicked my nipple playfully as he disappeared. I could encounter him next, or it could be Zane. Again, fifty-fifty. It was up to me to decide.
“You feel fucking amazing,” Roman breathed. “You know that?”
I let out a whimper and nodded, savoring the depths of his thrusts. When he kissed me I jumped a little, not seeing or expecting the contact. But I kissed him back. As deeply and passionately as I’d ever kissed any of them before.
“You’re breaking the rules,” I chuckled into his mouth. “No kissing, remember? Too identifiable.”
“Yeah well my cover’s already been blown,” laughed Roman. “And your lips look fantastic painted red like that. Especially with the blindfold.”
He kissed me some more, and it was all I could do not to wrap my legs around him. I wanted to pull him back. Keep him inside me until he totally lost it, and have him fill me with his cream…
Someone cleared their throat a few rooms away, and Roman sighed. He lifted me to my feet, keeping himself inside me until the last possible moment before spinning me slowly in a circle.
“Blindfold good?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? I don’t want the others winning because you cheated.”
I frowned mid-spin. “Would I ever do that?” I asked innocently.
He slapped me on the ass — hard — and I jumped into the arms of someone else. I wasn’t allowed to feel those arms, though. Too much touching, on my part anyway, was strictly against the rules.