Quadruple Duty

The sounds of our bodies screwing together was absolutely obscene. By now I was a throbbing, dripping hot mess. Come ran down my ass, my thighs, even my legs. The entire room was permeated with the thick, cloying scent of my arousal… mixed in with their sex.

It should’ve been over when he came, but it wasn’t. Jason went on destroying me from behind, until I felt Kyle pushing back against my lips again. I opened my mouth eagerly for him. I looked up and saw his expression, all waxed over with his own desperation, while two sets of hands went to my breasts.

“Oh GOD, oh my fucking GOD…”

There were no words. Nothing could possibly equate what was happening to me. Jason erupted inside me, so hard I thought he might go blind, and before I could recover I was pulled onto Dakota again.

Ohhhhh fuck.

He pierced me to the core. It felt like being impaled. Like being punished.

It’s so DEEP!

The guys were kissing my chest, my neck, my mouth… they were everywhere, taking turns feeding me, taking turns holding me whenever things got too intense, even telling each other when to ease up on me when I needed that too. Somewhere along the line someone brought me a pillow. Someone else brought me a bottle of water…

So good. So fucking goooooood…

And yet they never stopped fucking me. Never stopped tag-teaming every orifice of my body until each of them had come at least twice, and for one or two of them, maybe more.

“If this is four boyfriends,” I breathed at one point, “this is insane.”

“You tapping out?” Dakota prodded me.

“Hell no,” I shot back quickly. All three of the others laughed.

“Good.”

One by one they dropped off in the end, filling me with the smug satisfaction that somehow I’d been victorious. After that we lazed around for hours, talking and joking into the wee hours of the morning. Catching up on everything that had happened on Kyle’s and Dakota’s assignment, while filling them in on Ryan, Jason and I.

Not one of us fell asleep. Not one of us was even tired. Physically we were spent, but emotionally we were supercharged with the need to keep communicating. There were bonds between us now. Bonds that ran much deeper than the five-way physical act we’d just consummated.

No, I was bonded with them in deep shared experience. From the car chase with Ryan, to the intruder Jason had saved me from. We were bonded in restoring and building our home, and through the midnight business with the old storage units.

Most of all we were tied together through the very fucked up yet necessary events of today. Which, for some reason, I was glad to have been a big part of.

“Sun’s coming up,” said Dakota, staring out the window. “You know what that means.”

“More sex?” I grinned, trying to be funny.

“Sure,” he yawned. It was the first sign of weakness I’d seen from him. “But first, you’ve got four hungry boyfriends taking you to breakfast.”

Sixty-Two

SAMMARA

The horizon swallowed the last of the sun, turning the sky a warm orange as I pushed on the gas pedal. I liked to stay late. It meant I was busy, I was getting things accomplished.

But now more than ever, I also liked to be home.

Home.

The word held little meaning a year ago. Home was nothing more than a tiny apartment, an empty bed. A living room where I sat restlessly, flipping channels, trying to entertain myself. A kitchen where I cooked meals for one, and sometimes not even that.

What a difference a year makes.

Kyle, Dakota, Ryan, Jason… all of them, still home. Still with me, their girlfriend, their one true love in life other than each other. I could accept that now, as readily as I accepted that I loved them. Loved them with all my heart, each of them, through their faults and misgivings, through their laughter and sarcasm and wise-ass joke-making.

Life was good. No… better than good. My business had taken off so quickly I’d been forced to hire again, and I was doing so much design work I was practically swamped with it. I worked the weekends often, usually from my office in the old sitting room. That conversion had been a surprise gift to me. But somehow they’d pulled it off without me knowing.