“You wanna get out of here?” I asked, crossing my thighs. There was already a familiar tingle starting between my legs.
“Don’t you want dessert?”
Beneath the anonymity of the table, I slid a foot up his leg. “Wouldn’t you rather be dessert?”
Briggs’ mouth curled into a sexy smirk. “Point taken.”
I thought more about it on the way home, my hand in his lap, slowly manipulating the bulge between his legs. As guilty as it sometimes felt doing things without Kyle, or Dakota, or Ryan… I had to remember I was being shared. As a girlfriend I belonged to all of them.
And they belonged to me. Monogamy between our tight-knit little group was a requirement, which meant each of my boyfriends only got a single partner… me.
For that reason alone, I had to make it good for them.
On the other hand, I was lucky enough to have four. Four strong bodies, four thick cocks attached to amazing, incredible men. They weren’t always there at once of course, but when they were…
“You ever get a hummer in a Hummer?”
I undid my lover’s buckle. Pulled down his zipper.
“Can’t say that I have.”
I buried my face in his neck, still stroking him. Kissing my way upward, until my lips were against his ear.
“Well you’re about to,” I whispered.
I licked my lips and went down on him, feeling amazing and powerful as I took him deep into my throat. I could feel him growing hard in my mouth. And his hand — the one not on the steering wheel — finding its way into my hair.
“Holy fuck…”
I sucked harder as we rolled on, stroking him up from the base. Keeping my lips sealed tightly around his shaft as I continued blowing him. I wondered how many miles we had to go. Whether or not I could get him off before we reached the driveway.
“Sammara…”
He hissed my name loudly in the silence of the big cab. Up and down I went, rotating my head in slow, gentle circles. Who was it who liked that? Kyle? Ryan? Someone sure did. Damn, it was so hard to remember.
Having four boyfriends…
Four lovers…
“Either I’m gonna come, or I’m gonna crash.”
His voice was tight now. Choked with lust… and restraint. I pulled him from my mouth just long enough to speak.
“Let’s make sure it’s the former?”
He chuckled grimly, and a minute later he was shooting his hot load down my throat.
“UNGHHH! Oh…. Fuck!”
My lover thrust his hips upward, desperately screwing himself deeper into my face. I took him as far as I could go, using one hand to pump him dry while rolling his balls in the other.
He came for a long while, spasming over and over against my tongue. Dutifully I swallowed it all, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him for the first time.
The first of many, many times.
“My God,” he gasped. “You’re a demon, Sammara. You’re a fucking succubus, or—”
“Yeah yeah,” I said, wiping my lips. I looked up, and we were just about riding the shoulder. “Hey don’t crash now,” I said, grabbing the wheel. Jokingly I eased us back over. “That would be counterproductive.”