Protecting Dallas

God, I could really live my life like this…

The thought floated in randomly, through my haze of euphoria. For the first time I actually considered it. It could be like this, if the guys wanted me the way I wanted them. The four of us could make it work… maybe. At least for a little while.

Could you, though?

I sighed, biting my lip, as all new levels of arousal surged up from within. Without warning I was writhing, grinding, coming all over my lover’s face. Showering his lips and tongue with a stream of hot juice, as I squirted for the first time since my failed attempts at going away to college.

“GODDDDDD!”

I went literally out of my mind. My head smashed backward into the pillow as my body twisted, my hands squeezing uncontrollably around thick fistfuls of Maddox’s beautiful blond hair. Still clutching him I screamed into an imaginary sky, still coming, still squirting. Only vaguely aware of the warmth and wetness, somewhere beyond the pure white elation of my earth-shattering climax.

When I came to, my chest heaved. My stomach fluttered in and out with every ragged breath. I looked down apprehensively, and everything was soaked. Maddox included.

“Sorry for the mess,” I smiled apologetically. “I—”

“Don’t be.”

My thighs swung wide for him as he slid between them. The erection Maddox held in his fist was massively hard, the head swollen and huge. It felt like a small apple as he guided it against my throbbing, glistening sex… while Austin cradled my head in his warm, naked lap.

“This doesn’t even begin to describe the mess we’re about to make of you…”

Forty-One

DALLAS

I was already delirious when he began fucking me. My whimpers of pleasure turned straight into gasps as Maddox drove his cock deep, the throbbing head dragging wonderfully against my inner walls.

I looked up at him and saw all new hunger in his eyes, an unstoppable need to have me. He was all business now. Totally devoted to the task at hand, which at the moment included pounding himself in and out of my tender body, fast and hard.

Mmmmm…

Absently I wondered if his expression looked like this on the battlefield. Fun-loving Maddox… suddenly intensely focused, devoid of humor. He was drilling me now with strong, powerful strokes, unaware that his fingers were turning into talons as he pinned my knees back to either side of my head. I was bouncing beautifully against his rock-hard body. Staring up at him in awe and wonder, in happiness and lust and yes… even love.

Love.

Damn, there was that word again.

A warm, tingly feeling stole over me, sending all new butterflies fluttering through my stomach. I decided to table those emotions for now. Put them to the side, and focus on the task at hand.

“Damn bro,” Austin chuckled. “You’re gonna break her.”

The pleasant ache deep inside me would’ve told me this was true, even if I wasn’t watching Maddox currently fuck the shit out of me. A finger — no, a thumb — entered my mouth, and I turned my head to suck it. Austin was holding either side of my face. He pinned my hair back over my ears as I sucked his thick digit into my hungry, eager mouth.

It went on and on, Maddox screwing me deeper and deeper until I could feel tears of joy gathering at the corners of my eyes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my legs ached. His fingers were no doubt leaving bruises on the undersides of my thighs, and my leg muscles would be sore tomorrow from being stretched past all normal limits.

Holy… holy shit…

Jesus Christ, I was going to come again. If he kept fucking me like this…

“You gonna give that up anytime soon?” Austin jeered, “Or am I gonna have to take it from you?”

Maddox pumped me a good two dozen more times before reacting to his friend’s statement. He actually looked frustrated as he withdrew.

“Turn her over,” said Austin. “I’ve got an idea.”

They flipped me together, as easily as they were tossing a pillow. Austin took me by the wrists, pulling my arms over my head. Then he dragged me downward, to one corner of the bed.

“Put your head down.”