I opened my eyes, and Roman was kissing me. He kissed me over and over, our tongues dueling, until he replaced his hot mouth with the head of his smooth, beautiful cock.
And then he was sliding inside, well down my throat. Slowly fucking my face, just as the others were taking my pussy for their own pleasure.
This is unreal.
Unreal didn’t even begin to describe it. But it was happening. And it was during these times — when they were all inside me at once — where I felt the most connected to them. Shared in such an incredibly, ridiculously hot way, that only the four of us could ever know about.
“Ready?” asked Erik.
I was only half listening, and reluctant to answer. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted it to go on forever.
But I also wanted something else.
“Mmm-hmm..” I moaned around Roman’s cock. I nodded vaguely. Concentrated on the feel of the three men who were inside me, exploring the plunging depths of our raw intimacy.
“Go slow,” I said again.
“Yes ma’am,” Erik answered.
He withdrew slowly and shifted forward again, this time pushing his honey-coated cock right up against my nether-entrance. I relaxed by body. Took him inside me, inch by inch, as the others held perfectly stock still.
Ohhhhhhhh…
It was so tight. But oh so crazy fucking good, too.
“The eagle has landed,” Erik quipped, when he was all the way in. The joke was a new one. He’d made a few of them before, but this one really got Roman and Zane laughing.
“My God, I can feel you all laughing inside me,” I said, freezing my body for the moment.
“Is it a good feeling or a bad one?” asked Zane.
“Not sure yet,” I said, still suspended between them. “Try laughing again, and I’ll tell you if it makes me come.”
I was joking of course, but they took the challenge to make me come seriously enough. They always had. With the exception of the occasional grab-and-go quickie, my lovers were relentlessly unselfish. They generally put my needs first, and these days, my needs were many.
“Oohhh…”
I stroked Roman against my cheek as I rocked forward and back, sandwiched gently between them. They took their time. The rhythm we were looking for didn’t usually come right away, but when it did, things accelerated quickly.
“Welcome home,” Roman smiled down at me.
I grinned and kissed the head of his cock. “Don’t come early,” I said nodding over my shoulder. “You’re next.”
“Oh I’m not gonna let them have all the fun,” he said, hands on his hips.
“We got first shower though,” I winked. “You and me. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I licked him up and down, thinking about how much his life had changed as well. Roman had finished his business degree, as promised. Only now was enrolled in art school. Working on two different graphic novels of his own, while interning for an online comic outlet that catered to people exactly like him.
Living together, we were well off enough to allow him to pursue his dreams. Which was one of the more amazing parts about being a foursome: always being there to support one another.
“God this is always so ridiculously tight,” Zane growled from beneath me.
“You complaining?” I asked, amused.
“No fucking way.”