Sin City Baby

“For everything that went down with all of us. And this situation you’re in. But why did you leave, Sam? Of all the places for you to fucking go, why the hell did you come back here?”

I watched tears well in her eyes, and it caught me off guard. I’d never known Sam to be this openly emotional, and worry pooled in my gut.

“I’m embarrassed,” she said.

“About what?” I asked.

“Seriously? You’re seriously wondering?”

“Yes. I am. Because what happened between all of us that night was great. And hot. And passionate.”

“And whorish!” she exclaimed.

“No, Sam. Never. Not with us. You could never be that with us.”

“Yes, I can. And I am. None of this should've ever taken place. I never should’ve drunk that much, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry about all of it.”

“Sam, look at me.”

“I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I can’t look at you Levi.”

“Please.”

Sam started trembling, and I couldn’t stand there any longer. I stepped closer to her, reaching my arms out for her. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward me, then gently lifted her face with my fingers. I caught her tears on the tips of my fingers as I gazed into her eyes, getting trapped in her beautiful blue stare. There were no other words. Nothing I could say that would make her feel any less shameful for what she did. And I got it. I understood it. One woman fucking four men wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence. But it was her, and it was us, and we loved her. She was not just a sex object to us. She was a treasure.

“Sam,” I said.

“What?” she asked whispering.

I was drawn to her. Magnetized by her breaths. I leaned my lips into hers, drawing her face closer to mine. My fingers crackled against her skin. Colors burst behind my eyes when our lips connected. I slid my tongue across her salty lips, and she parted them automatically, her head tilting off to the side. Fuck. I couldn't believe it. I felt her pressing into me. Her hands curled into my shirt, her arms drawing me closer.

My body lit up with the fire coursing through my blood.

I tore off her clothes as I backed her toward the bed. My mouth was everywhere. Her cheeks. Her eyes. Kissing away her tears and raking my teeth along her bare shoulder. We toppled to the bed, and I slid down her body, suckling her nipples and dancing my hands down her curves. I yanked her pants off, nuzzling my nose into that sweet little pussy.

Her panties were damp, and I groaned at the smell of her.

I pushed my pants down my ass and grabbed my cock. My tongue licked up her slit as her hands twisted into my hair. She tasted divine. Salty and sweet, like her beautiful personality. She rode my face, ground down onto my lips. I felt her clit swelling against my ministrations as her thighs clamped around my face. I gripped my cock, stroking it and lubing it up with drops of precum. I felt her trembling. Shaking.

She was so wet for me.

I couldn't wait to bury myself inside of her again.

I pulled her closer. I drew in a deep breath and held it, sliding my tongue deep inside her. Her back arched, and her tits jumped, and she writhed underneath me, letting out choked sounds and muffled moans as she came around my tongue.

“Levi. Fuck. Your tongue. It’s so—it’s perfect.”

She pulled me up from between her legs and rolled us over until she was on top. She pressed her lips against mine, our tongues colliding as I fisted her hair. I shivered as she kissed her way down my body until her face was only inches from my cock. She dipped her head and licked up the inside of my thigh, causing my dick to jump.

She giggled against my cock, and I groaned at the sensation.

I leaned up and watched her. I stroked her beautiful blonde hair as her blue eyes connected with mine. Her mouth took me in, sucked me all the way back to her throat. Holy shit. Those pillowy lips sliding up and down my veiny cock was almost more than I could handle. She was nothing short of perfect.

“Sam,” I said with a groan. “Fuck.”

I guided her lips up and down my shaft, her gaze never leaving mine. My balls grew heavy with want, ready to release down her throat. I snapped my hips against her lips, my grip on her hair tightening. Her nails curled into my thighs, and I felt myself teetering on the edge.

But I wasn’t ready to be done.