The Arrangement

I jumped as the cool night air stiffened one exposed nipple. Nathan’s mouth closed over it quickly, all warm and wet. It felt so good I squirmed backward, grinding into the already-significant bulge Burke had pressed tightly into my ass.

“I—I meant to say…”

Chase’s mouth reached his goal, and my words trailed off in a long, contented sigh. He was under my dress now. Tasting my wetness with his mouth, his tongue…

Oh fuck it.

“On second thought…”

I sighed and looked up a the moon. It was a tiny silver coin, high in the sky. I could hear the sounds of laughter, somewhere off at a distant marina. The rhythmic white noise of the waves, crashing into the shore.

“You sure you don’t want us to stop?” Nathan teased. I clutched him even harder against my breast to shut him up. “Because we could just as easily—”

“Oh shush.”

It was late, but not that late. The little stretch of beach was mostly private, but not entirely. Then again, I was four cocktails in. Buried in a gorgeous sea of muscle. And I was horny as all hell. So hot from finally being around them all again. So wet from not being properly taken care of…

“Do it,” I whispered. “Please.”

Chase practically tore my panties off and spun me around. There was the jangle of a belt buckle, the quick sound of a zipper, and then suddenly he was buried inside me from behind. Balls-deep in my pussy… while the others held me fast from the front and the side.

“Oh fuck…”

I bucked backward, nailing my ass against my first lover as he screwed me deep and hard. Chase’s hands were on my shoulders. He controlled the depth, the angle — every aspect of penetration as he rammed into me, again and again, beneath the rotted, broken-toothed supports of the salty old pier.

You’re absolutely nuts.

Nathan had my face in his hands. He was kissing me fiercely, while Burke was running his hands up and down the sides of my body. I could smell peanuts. Popcorn. The sound and scents of t

he new pier — and all its bright, spinning games and rides — just a few hundred yards away and above.

But not here. Not in our dark, private little world down at the shoreline. Tucked away from the cold, dim light of the faraway moon.

Chase’s hands gripped my hips hard, and I could tell he was going to come. I screwed all the way backward, rolling my ass in a circle while moaning into Nathan’s mouth.

He popped like a champagne cork, draining himself inside me.

“FUCK…” he breathed when it was finally over. I felt his hands relax. “Who’s going next?”

One by one they took me, holding my body steady between them while they ravaged me from behind. The whole act was raw and primal. Indescribably hot. There was something about being outdoors… about feeling the wind on my skin, breathing the salt air into my lungs. The incredible freedom that came with being outdoors, and still being taken like I was, in the most animalistic of all ways.

Nathan finished loudly inside me, driving himself deep at the penultimate moment. Crashing into me like one of the bigger waves, crashing into shore. And then finally Burke was there, taking his place. Gripping me hard by the ass. Pounding me against his body. Using me to fuck him, rather than the other way around.

I screamed in pleasure, and Chase’s hand slipped over my mouth. Maybe he was trying to quiet me, even though we were far enough away. More likely though, he was doing it to turn me on.

He knows what you like…

And that was the thing, really. When it came to my body, there were no secrets. They’d been screwing me alone as well as together. Sharing their knowledge, as easily as they were sharing me.

They all know.

Burke’s hands slipped to my arms, then down to my wrists. He was fucking me savagely now, with my hands pinned behind my back. Driving into me with ruthless efficiency, until I screamed again into Chase’s palm and came all over him like it was the end of the world.

In a way, it was. The end of our current world, anyway. The work we’d been putting in for weeks and months was now tied up in this one tremendous endeavor. All the guys’ countless hours. All the money I’d managed to save. Whether or not we’d have to move out — it was all riding on the success or failure of a single, four-hundred page novel. One that could possibly get read by thousands upon thousands of people… or might not even get picked up at all.

Does it matter though?

The thought was entirely out of left field. Totally alien. Of course it mattered!