Trading with the Boys

The thought of it made me even hotter, if such a thing were possible. I’d gone from flirting with these three gorgeous guys to spreading my legs and screwing them senseless. From a life of loneliness and independence to one of love and teamwork.

Teamwork?

That part made me nervous. I hadn’t depended on anyone in years, and the last time I had I’d been let down. Eric had abandoned me so fast it left me no time to prepare, or even recover. And now…

Well maybe now I was growing dependent on these men too.

That part made me nervous, but it was a nervousness overridden by the intensity of my desire. I longed for these men, every day. Not just physically, but for the emotional bonds we were building as well. For the first time in ages my cold, empty house was filled with warmth and laughter. Every minute I spent at work, I looked forward to coming home. And yes, my sex life was supercharged — three times better than it ever was.

Everything was the exact opposite of a month ago.

I groaned as Cole’s hands slid to my hips, gripping them firmly as he increased the intensity of the pounding. The rush of pleasure broke me out of my daydream. The slap of his hard abdomen against my soft, rounded ass became more and more frequent, as he drilled me faster and faster.

“You’re gonna…”

I sighed loudly, flipping my hair back. Water splashed everywhere.

“You’re gonna make me coooo—”

The rest of my sentence was drawn into a long, beautiful orgasm. It spread outward from the mouth of my arousal, spreading like an inner fire as it enveloped my body and took over my brain.

This is heaven.

Convulsion after convulsion, I came all over Cole’s incredible cock. The curve brought the head straight up against my G-spot, where he held it pinned tightly throughout my entire glorious climax.

I dropped my hands at the end, hanging there limply in his arms. He was kissing my neck again. Nuzzling my ear.

“Come for me,” I told him, still out of breath. “Please.”

The shower abruptly stopped. My lover popped the door open, and pulled an oversized towel — one he’d already somehow placed there — from a nearby towel rack.

“I will,” he whispered, his lips tickling my ear. “But not here.”

Thirty-Six

JACOB

“YO!”

It was my third ‘yo’ so far, and I hadn’t gotten a single ‘yo’ in response. The door had been unlocked, and the house was well-lit. Cole’s truck was parked out front, too.

And yet every room in the house was empty.

“You guys get abducted or what?”

I’d checked the bedrooms, the bathrooms, everywhere except…

“Ah.”

Jogging down the steps into the basement, I saw lights on down there too. I could smell fresh paint. The air was warm and humid, with the hint of steam coming from the bathroom.

“Mmmm…”

The sound was faint but unmistakable. Even more so, because it came from the bedroom.

“Whoa…”

I walked in on a beautiful sight. Serena was on the bed, propped up on all fours, with her ass high in the air. Feverishly going down on my friend.