We’ve all been hypnotized by the prospect of Luna’s pussy and I am in no way sorry for being led by what’s between my legs.
Seven of us crowd the bed, all of us still fully clothed in our suits. We all still have our communications equipment on too.
Seven men have been drawn like bees to nectar, and now comes the realization that there is only one pot of nectar to share between us all.
How will that even work?
I mean, I’m not ignorant of what it takes for multiple men to fuck one woman. I’ve seen enough porn on the subject to earn myself a doctorate in gangbanging. But that’s very different from this. Those men are fucking for their own satisfaction and the pleasure of the men watching. They don’t give a fuck about the woman they’re using. She’s just a vessel with orifices to slide their cocks into.
Luna isn’t like that.
That isn’t how I want this to be for her.
But we’ve never fucked together before. We haven’t worked out the rules, and so there is no finesse to this situation. And Luna deserves finesse. She deserves our absolute best. She needs all the skills we can bring to give her pleasure. It’s the only way I can guarantee that this won’t be a one-off.
We’re on the road for weeks, always together in whatever hotel we’re staying in. As bodyguards, we have unfettered access to more and more of this. A dull tour filled with duty could become something so much more interesting. It could give us the chance to show Luna that we’re men she wants to keep around. This is our moment.
So why do I feel so worried that we’re all going to fuck it up?
We can’t get to know Luna the way she deserves like this.
We won’t be the men she needs if we run in, all guns blazing. If our military experience has taught us anything, it’s that a meticulously planned operation will turn out better ninety-nine percent of the time. A rushed operation will nearly always fail or at least result in some casualties along the way.
Sex and casualties are not a good combination.
I need my crew to understand that simple fact. They’re all thinking with their dicks right now, not their heads. Touching Connor’s shoulder, I whisper, “There’s too many of us,” close to his ear. “You go first. Then, if she wants more, come get us one by one.” When his eyes meet mine, an understanding passes between us. He knows how much I want this, but I’m offering to give up my place at the table for the greater good.
I start to back off, clearing my throat so that the others can see that there’s been a change of approach. Connor nods his head at the door, and the rest of the crew gets the message quickly. Luna’s eyes follow us all as we leave, her mouth opens in protest, but when Connor begins to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, her gaze drifts to his muscular chest. Ben is the last to leave, but I hesitate with my hand on the door handle. Luna wasn’t looking for privacy, so maybe I don’t need to close it. Maybe we can watch, listen, and learn from a distance.
As Connor loosens his belt and unbuttons his black pants, I watch Luna push up on her elbows and spread her legs. There’s an almost palpable crackle of electricity buzzing between them as he climbs over her, dipping to kiss her lips, tentatively then deeper. He presses his knee against her barely covered pussy, eliciting a moan that forces me to take hold of my cock and squeeze. But when he kisses slowly downward, sucking her pretty nipples and nuzzling her navel, I have to rest against the wall to stop myself from falling.
It’s not normal to like a girl and get turned on by watching her fuck someone else. Or is it? Who knows what’s normal when it comes to sex? We all have our own kinks and fetishes, the little things that turn okay sex to amazing and mind-altering sex. Maybe I just found mine.
“I don’t know how you can watch,” Hudson says. “That shit would just about stop my heart. I don’t have the restraint. I’d be back in there, shoving Connor out of the way, the lucky fuck.”
“You should try watching,” I say. “Because today, we’re taking turns, but it might not always be that way. You know that in situations like this, taking turns isn’t the norm.”
“Luna can’t take us all at the same time. She’s too fucking tiny.” Hudson folds his arms and shakes his head. With biceps straining the sleeves of his jacket, his six-four frame is certainly intimidating. He might dismiss the idea now, but if he was watching Luna and Connor grasping at each other as though they want to rip each other’s skin off, maybe he’d have a different opinion.