Four Fun (Four)

“Fuck, same,” he moans. “You’re so tight and wet.” His eyes are squeezed shut, and I love seeing the way I feel reflected in his expression. “Fuck, Becca,” he says when I lift up and move down again.

His eyes are open now, and on mine, reminding me of my first encounter with Shane, when riding him in this position was too much for me, too intimate. But now it’s everything.

I wrap my hands around the back of Devin’s head and bring his forehead to mine, adding another point of connection between us, hoping he feels everything I’m feeling. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His hands strokes my cheeks, his thumbs pulling at the edges of my lips before he kisses me. “I’ve missed you too. Don’t leave us again.”

“I won’t,” I say, my voice a whisper.

His cock jerks, and I start to move again, pivoting my hips to grind against him, keeping him deep inside me.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

I’d been so caught up in the moment that I almost forgot. Almost. I’m always at least partially aware that there are other eyes on me. Other men — my men — waiting.

Devin coaxes me to lean forward, leaving my lower body open to Marcos, who’s behind me. A cool slickness slides over my opening. Marcos’s finger circles around the tight entrance, gradually slipping inside, slowly preparing me, testing my limits.

It feels strange at first, but I love the idea that Shane and Khalil are watching, and that I’m going to share something with them that I’ve never shared before. As Devin reminds me to relax, Marcos pushes his finger in further — or maybe it’s his thumb? — and then he retreats.

He works on me for a nice long while before asking, “Think you’re ready, Becca?”

I’ve been keeping a slow, steady rhythm on Devin’s cock that has me riding the edge of an orgasm; I’m more ready than I’ll ever be. “Yeah,” I say on a breathy exhale.

Devin bends and takes one of my nipples between his lips as something much larger than a finger starts to press at my back door.

“Breathe,” Marcos says, his hand on my hip, his fingers pressing into my flesh.

I do as I’m told and focus on the contact my clit is making with Devin’s hard body. I grind down and keep breathing as Marcos begins to push inside. He goes slow, so slow, but once I’ve stretched around the width of him, the rest of his slippery cock slides in fairly easily.

“How’re you doing? Okay?” he asks.

I breathe in and out, trying to process the intense sense of fullness. “I’m good.”

Khalil and Shane are at my sides now, each of them playing with my nipples. Devin watches me, though he seems inwardly focused too. “Am I even tighter now?” I ask, grinning.

He closes his eyes and nods; I think he’s trying to hang on.

“I’m gonna move now, okay?” Marcos asks.

“Go slow.”

“Of course.”

I keep still on Devin’s cock as Marcos draws partially out of my ass and gradually pushes back in. He does that two more times, and it starts to feel normal — and by normal, I mean kind of amazing.

“Now faster,” I say.

“Such a bossy thing,” Marcos says, chuckling, giving me an idea for our next encounter. Maybe we’ll play a little game called Becca, May I?

As Marcos moves in me, Devin cants his hips and pushes deeper when Marcos retreats, then pulls back as Marcos pushes in. They begin keeping that rhythm, and when Devin’s hand slips between us to find my clit, I go racing toward the edge like a runaway train.

His fingers circle the little nub, then press, and I go flying over the cliff, soaring up into the clouds. With their steady coordinated pace, the two men keep me going for a long, blissful time, until I’m just pure ecstasy forged into human form.

“That looked like a good one,” Khalil says when I come back into myself.

“So good.” I beam up at him, and then realize I’m missing an opportunity. His cock is right there, within reach, so I wrap my hand around it and begin to stroke him. On my other side, I do the same to Shane.

I wanted all of them at the same time, and this is pretty close. Maybe we’ll think up some other arrangements in the future.

Gently, I tug Khalil closer and bring my mouth to his cock, licking him, then sucking him in deep when I can reach him. After several strokes, I turn and do the same to Shane, pumping Khalil in my hand when my mouth is on Shane.

“You all make a pretty great team,” I say, as I’m switching sides again.

“You’re the one bringing us together,” Shane says.

Smiling, I move to suck on Khalil, and Devin stiffens. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t know how I lasted —”