Broken Compass

That means we’re all staying put for the time being, locked indoors, until all the bad guys are caught and sentenced. Until the police are satisfied nobody is watching us. I doubt the police said we had to stay home, to be honest, but the guys took time off work anyway. I think… they want to be close to me. They’re worried.

And I can’t deny I want them around. I’ve been scared out of my goddamn mind, tortured and starved, and certain that in the end I’d die without seeing them again. So yeah, every time they leave the room, I panic and go after them.

Not funny. I just need some time, I guess, to fully believe it’s all over.

So… home. All of us. It could have been boring. And messy. Four people in a small apartment, stumbling over each other.

But it’s fine, it’s great, and… Syd and the guys have decided I’m well enough for sex. Like I said, I’m not one hundred percent yet, and we’re taking it easy, obviously, taking it slow.

Still.

Sex.

It rocks. Nate has worked through his panic bouts since I was taken, and West now likes to take control sometimes. Sydney moves between us, pleasuring us, pleasuring herself on us, confident and knowing what to do to get us all off.

It’s blowing my mind.

Like now.

Nate has dragged my T-shirt over my head, and I’m leaning back against his chest, his hands exploring my chest, smoothing over fading bruises and healing cuts. It feels good, and when he puts his mouth to my neck, I tilt my head to give him better access. His teeth graze my skin, sink into my flesh, these new bruises pleasurable, sending heat straight to my dick.

West is making out with Syd, and I force my eyes to stay open, so I can watch them kiss. He curls his hand around her neck, his thumb caressing the vein pulsing there, under her pale skin, and fuck, that’s sexy.

Nate’s hands slip down to my sweats, reaching inside, finding my hard dick. I hiss when he grips it and starts to stroke from root to tip, hand slippery with my precum.

Damn… Sparks light up behind my eyes, dance down my spine, make my balls lift and tighten. I could just let it happen, let it gather like a small storm and spill over Nate’s fingers as he bites my neck.

But Syd breaks away from West and turns to me. She crawls over my legs, her tits with those tight rosy nipples swaying a little, and my dick swells more.

Nate chuckles at my reaction against the wet skin of my neck and I grunt, everything, every sensation shooting straight to my dick. I hiss in protest when he releases my hard-on.

“Nate…” I want to tell him I like him touching me, jerking me off, biting me, kissing me, that it’s all new to me, but feels awesome, that I’m attracted to him goddammit, and to West, too, and they get me hard, but then Syd is straddling my lap, her slick bare pussy sliding over my dick, and claims my mouth.

Her lips are soft, her kiss gentle and deep. It makes me moan and shift, my cock throbbing and kicking underneath her. Slow and soft, she claims more than my mouth. Her hard nipples brush over my chest, her small hands hold my face as she breaks me apart, kiss by kiss, lick by lick, until I’m rocking up, unable to help myself, even though I’m not inside her.

With a smile she draws back. Reaching down, she curls her fingers around my cock and guides it inside her.

“Fuck…” I arch up as she lowers herself on me, warm pussy closing around my dick, Nate’s hands on my shoulders the only thing keeping me in place.

She places her hands on my chest so she can ride me, and the first glide up and down my cock is almost too much. I grab her hips to still her, give myself a second to regroup. It’s not the first time we’ve fucked since I came back, but every time feels better, more intense.

Before I manage to stave off the explosion, West gets behind her, working her ass, and her pussy clenches, milking my hard-on until I see stars.

“Whoa.” Pressure is gathering fast in my belly, behind my balls. “West…”

He pushes into her. I feel his dick slide in beside mine, separated almost by nothing. The pressure increases, and she falls forward, against my chest with a gasp. Her tits are mashed to my pecs, her nipples diamond points.

The pressure is just mind-blowing. I can’t breathe. My cock jerks when West starts thrusting. Sydney whines in the back of her throat, her pussy like a vise around me. If I move, I’ll come, I know that for a fact.

So I keep still as West fucks Syd’s ass, fucking my dick at the same time. Nate’s hand circles my neck, pressing against my throat, and I hiss, my cock swelling more.

“Nate…”

“I wanna see you come,” he whispers in my ear.

Then he grips my chin, turns my head toward him and kisses me, rough and sloppy, with teeth and tongue. It’s shocking and hot and I cry out in his mouth as I jerk and shoot my load.

Ow shit. I’m coming so hard my balls hurt. Fuck. Syd’s pussy pulses, West groans, she keens as she clamps around my still twitching dick. They’re coming, and I feel it all, my dick excited and oversensitive, the aftershocks almost too much.