Quadruplets Make Six

I sucked him down one last time, hollowing out my cheeks and gripping his cock. His hips rose off the bed, sounds getting caught in his throat as I felt his cock pulse. Once. Twice. Three times. And that third time I felt my mouth being filled with something.

“Ava. Shit. Holy fuck.”

His hips were off the mattress and his body was shaking. His hand was tugging at my hair as my mouth was filled with his hot cum. I tried swallowing it down. As much of it as I could. But some of it leaked out onto my hand as I pulled it away.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You don’t… have to… shit,” Travis said.

I allowed the rest of it to leak onto his skin as his cock began to rest between my lips.

I released him with a pop as his hand fell from my hair. My jaw was throbbing and my lips were burning, but it hurt so wonderfully. I scooted away from his body and looked up at him, watching a small sheen of sweat glisten on his rippling chest. Travis looked beautiful, sprawled out for me like that.

I crawled up his body, leaving kisses just like he did me. I got to his lips and hovered over them, his eyes opening to catch mine. His hand grasped the back of my head and pulled me down, my body covering his.

Then he turned us off to the side as his arms blanketed me, our bodies ready for sleep.

Twelve

Travis

I woke up the next morning with a girl curled up next to me that I hardly knew. A beautiful, vibrant, ignorant virgin who came from one of the most powerful families in all of Washington State. After we had coffee a few days ago-- and after feeling as if we had been watched-- I dove into her background. I used all the avenues I had at my disposal to research the young woman known as Ava Lucas.

But I had to look no further than my father.

I guess I’d kept myself ignorant to the idea that she was related to the Lucas Family because of what they were trying to do. Her father was the man that owned Breathline Energies. He was the man that had tried to slaughter my father’s name to the public just to get their hands on our land. They were the ones wanting to build the gas pipeline through all these beautiful mountains.

Ava’s father was the one sending scouts into the mountains that my brothers and I were firing off warning shots towards.

Having here here was dangerous. Having her in my home was dangerous. But having her in my bed? That was treasonous. Ava’s family was powerful, and that was why we never talked about our wealth openly to people around here. Because we never knew who was going to be related to those people. Because we never knew who would just come stumbling up on our fucking doorsteps.

Having her here was a mistake, plain and simple. But as I rolled over and covered her soft, supple body with mine, it was hard to see it that way. The gravity of last night dawned on my as I kissed along her shoulder. I had brought pleasure to this beautiful stranger of a woman that she’d never felt before. Her lips, virginal in their touch and warm with her desire, had been tainted for the first time with my cum.

I felt my body sparking at the remembrance of it all.

She was immobile. Fast asleep next to me with her long, beautiful brown hair in her face. I kissed the nape of her neck before I slid from her body, resigning myself to breakfast. I pulled on a pair of flannel pants and pulled my hair back, then set off for the kitchen.

I stood at the stove, scrambling eggs and cooking bacon. I pulled everything off the stove and starting making a fresh pot of coffee. I heard small footsteps padding down the hallway and I turned, watching as Ava emerged.

In nothing but my shirt from last night.

“Morning,” she said sleepily. “What smells so good?”

Her eyes fluttered up to mine as my cock grew against my pants. I turned myself around, resigning myself to the reality I saw running behind her eyes. I was a new experience. A risky decision. I was a getaway from the life she lived. Possibly a stop on her way to something greater. And I was okay with that. That was enough for me, having her here for a night or two. Even if I could only help her getaway. Even if all I could do was spark the slightest bit of hope and give her the slightest bit of control, that was enough for me.

Because that was all I could handle after everything I had been through.

“Eggs, bacon, and coffee. Want some toast?” I asked.

“Oh, no. That’s fine. I was just wondering. It smells really good,” Ava said.

“Sleep well?” I asked.

“I can hear your grin,” she said.

“As long as you slept well, that’s all that matters.”

“I did, thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked.