Broken Compass

Okay. It will be okay.

This is Kash. It’s not a stranger. It’s Kash, and he won’t hurt me. He said so.

He gazes into my eyes, and I’m drowning in silvery gray. Not breaking gaze, he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance, pushes into me slowly and steadily, a controlled shove that takes my breath away.

It’s just… big, too big, and I struggle with it. It kind of hurts, and kind of feels good, and my body isn’t sure which way it’ll go.

Kash sits up a little, pushing deeper, his expression caught between tension and pleasure, eyes half-closing, brows arching, mouth falling open. He pulls out an inch, pushes back inside me. “Holy shit. You feel good.”

With that movement, the balance tips toward pleasure, and I suck in a sharp breath. “Oh…” He’s inside me, buried deep, and looking down, seeing where we’re joined, where the dip of my pussy accommodates his engorged, big dick…

So hot. And then he moves again, and my eyes all but roll inside my head with pleasure. I wrap my legs around his lean hips and reach for him, but Nate crawls beside me, West on my other side, distracting me yet again.

They’ve both shed their briefs, and are rock hard, their cocks straining toward me. My pussy clenches frantically at the sight, tightening around Kash’s hard-on.

He groans, rocks his hips, fucking me. He’s fucking me, and it feels perfect, heat pooling in my belly, pressure rising, seeking an outlet, a release.

Then West bends over me and kisses me hard on the mouth, his tongue fucking my mouth the way Kash’s cock is fucking my pussy. He’s jerking himself off as he tastes my mouth, grunting into my mouth with every movement of his hand.

Until Nate leans in to share my mouth. I turn my head toward him, slinging an arm around his neck as he kisses the hell out of me, groaning as he comes all over my breasts, hot jets of cum, West’s joining his a second later.

God. The pressure inside me is too much. I’m going to come again, I realize.

Kash bends over me, bracing his hands on either side of me, reclaiming my mouth as his thrusts grow faster, harder, and it tips me over the edge. I moan like a porn star as I come around his cock, and it’s different, so much stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.

It goes on and on, and when he shakes and moans low, shooting his load, scalding hot through the thin latex of the condom, I arch up, consumed with pleasure.

This is like a dream. I hope dawn won’t shatter it to pieces.

Chapter Thirty-Four

West

Despite curling up on a double bed with three more bodies wedged around and partly on top of me, I sleep like a baby.

Well, until sometime around dawn, when someone curses and knees me in the back.

Groaning, I rub my face and roll my head to see. “What the fuck?”

Kash is sitting up, blond hair sticking up in all directions, cheeks flushed and gray eyes big in his face.

He looks… cute.

Fuck this. Guys aren’t supposed to look cute, especially guys older than you, right? Though I’ve had doubts about this guy’s age since I first met him. He looks incredibly young in the early morning light. Then again it could be that blond mop of hair and barely-there stubble, the smooth, flushed cheekbones and soft mouth.

“Hey, babyface.” I glance around and find Nate lying on his back, Sydney curled at his side, one hand pressed to his chest. “Sleep well?”

“Call me that again and I’ll kick you in the nuts,” he grumbles.

“What. Babyface?”

His brows draw together, but then he snorts. “Oh fuck you. Jeez, I’m not used to you teasing.”

“Yeah, that’s Nate’s role, but he’s asleep, so I thought to ste

p in.”

“Right,” he mutters, extricating himself from the sheets and Sydney’s legs that are resting on top of his. I follow her shapely calves up to her thighs and round ass. One of her nipples peeks from under her arm. “He hasn’t exactly been a bunch of laughs these past months.”