Four Fun (Four)

“How’s it feel?” Devin asks, caressing one side of my bottom.

“So, so good.”

He takes my response as a green light to increase his pace. His cock pushes in and slides out, the delicious friction doing wonderful things to me. His hips press into me as he gives me his full length, and it’s everything I’ve been wanting.

I match his rhythm, pushing back to meet his thrusts, and he goes faster still, until he’s pounding into me, hitting my sweet spot, making me see stars as I hold tight to the base of the stool.

“Oh fuck,” I cry, as another orgasm approaches. Devin fucks me harder, gripping my hips, keeping our bodies joined. Just before my eyes squeeze shut, I glance up to see the others watching, Khalil with his cock out, stroking it, Marcos licking his lower lip. They’re all watching me get fucked by their friend, and the filthy thought is all I need to soar over the cliff into a sea of ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

Devin’s hand digs into my flesh as his cock continues to fill me, and I fly off into nothingness for a good, long, satisfying amount of time. I’ve had so much stress, and needed this release even more than I realized. It hollows me out in the very best way, and fills me up with nothing but joy, at least for now, and that’s all that matters.

Just as I’m starting to return to reality — a reality in which I’m surrounded by four incredibly hot men, one of them fucking me, the other three waiting their turn — Devin stiffens inside me and starts to come, his cock throbbing with its release.

I love that he’s coming right after me. I think he was as worked up as I was, barely able to hold back, waiting until just after I’d taken my pleasure before he let himself go. His generous nature comes through, along with a nice, hard edge that knew just how to satisfy me.

He groans as he comes, a deep guttural sound, his whole body tense before it relaxes, spent. When he pulls out, he bends over me, smoothing his hand over my skin, pulling my hair aside to lay a tender kiss on the ridge of my spine.

Fuck, that was good. So good.

I’d be happy and satisfied to stop now. That is, until I look up to see three sets of ravenous eyes still watching me. My desire sparks yet again, quickly firing up to match the heat in the men’s expressions.

37

Something to prove

Khalil settles onto the stool next to me. He’s fully naked now, his cock standing tall and proud. “Come sit on my lap,” he says, patting his thigh.

Fuck yes. Please and thank you.

When I step over to him, he turns me around so that my back is facing him, and easily lifts me. “You ready?” he asks, his rich, deep voice getting me hotter than I already am.

“Absolutely.”

I reach between my legs to line him up, and he brings me down onto his cock. We’re two parts of a puzzle that need to fit together, and once he’s notched inside me, everything is right with the world.

With his support, I find my footing on rungs of the bench, and lift up on my own, just so I can sink back down onto him once again. He’s thick and deep inside me, and the angle of this position does wonderful things for me.

I ride Khalil while all of them watch, and realize I’m done being self-conscious. It’s all about the pleasure, and there’s so much of it. Khalil wraps an arm around my waist, dips his fingers down to play with my clit, and I come again, shocked at how many orgasms my body is capable of in one night.

He lasts for quite a while, but when he finally comes, it’s long and seems intense — much more so than our first encounter. He holds me tightly to him as his cock pulses inside me, and afterward, he drops his head to my shoulder as he catches his breath.

Shane is already waiting when Khalil and I separate. “Are you still good to go?” he asks.

As soon as I nod, he pulls his shirt over his head and quickly undoes his jeans, releasing his exquisite cock, which I have to admit I’ve been missing ever since our night together. As soon as he unrolls a condom onto it, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to a clear space of wall.

With his hands under my bottom, he lines me up with his cock and smoothly slides into my heat, impaling me on his hard rod. My legs wrap around him as he pushes my back against the wall, and starts fucking me hard and fast.

It feels great, but he’s going at it like he has something to prove. He was angry about my one-time-only rule, though this moment seems like proof that rules are made to be broken. He was angrier still that I hooked up with his friend, but here he is sharing me with more of them.