Four Flames for Angela

“I like this little dress you are wearing,” River said, running his hands over her shoulders and pushing the dress down her arms and exposing the tops of her breasts. The dress was scoop-neck and stretchy, and when he pushed it down her nipples were barely covered.

The demi-bra she had chosen to wear didn’t cover much, but it was the only one she had that wasn’t exposed by the neckline of the dress. The dress and matching underwear were part of the items that she had gotten on her shopping trip with Heidi.

“Yes, it’s very pretty. I like these little buttons.” Rock started undoing the buttons that ran down the front of her dress beginning with the last one. “I’ve been wondering all night if they opened or were decorative. I’m glad they open.”

“Do they all come open?” Sawyer asked, watching intently as Rock undid the buttons one by one.

“We’ll just have to try each one and see. Won’t we, Angel?” Rock said, slipping one hand inside her dress that was now unbuttoned to her waistline.

“Her skin is warm and soft. Sawyer, feel.” Rock moved his hands back to her thighs. Sawyer slid one hand inside her dress, and Angie took a deep breath.

Each of the men had at least one hand on her now, and everything they were doing felt so good.

Angie reached one hand out to Sawyer. “Can I undo your shirt?” she asked, her fingers toying with one button.

“Anything you want, baby.” Sawyer turned so Angie could reach him easier, and she undid the first few buttons on his shirt. She slid her hand inside the gap she had created and twirled one finger in the soft hair there.

Hunter ran his hands up her legs to the junction of her thighs and stroked the skin there. “The skin here is so soft,” he said and leaned to place soft kisses along the insides of her thighs.

River started releasing the buttons at the top of her dress until he could slip it down her arms. He traced his fingers along the top of her bra, sliding them down inside the material as he moved.

Sawyer pulled his shirt off and leaned in, taking her lips in a kiss that started out soft but grew in urgency. He cupped the back of her head with one hand and threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to him. He parted her lips with the tip of his tongue and pushed it into her mouth. His tongue swept her mouth, exploring and tasting her.

“You taste so fucking good, Angel. Sweet and spicy. I could kiss you all day.” He pulled her even closer and slid one hand down inside her dress to cup one breast. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her nipple.

“Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like what Sawyer’s doing? Do you like us touching you?” Rock leaned forward and brushed her ear with his lips while Sawyer continued kissing her and stroking her breast.

Hunter laid one hand over her mound, his fingers resting on her panty-covered labia. “I can feel the dampness. You’re getting ready for us to love you. Do you want us all to take care of you, darling?”

“Will you let us kiss and lick and love you, honey? Let us take care of you.” River lifted her dress, and Rock lifted her. Together they worked until she was back on Rock’s lap wearing only the lacy bits of material she had underneath.

The men moved around until Angie was lying on the couch, her head in Rock’s lap. Sawyer moved to the floor, and River lifted one leg into his lap. He started slowly running his hand up the inside of her leg to her upper thigh, tracing a little circle on the skin that came closer and closer to her pussy.

Angie felt her skin start to tingle, and it reached down to her core. “Are you doing all right, honey? Do you like us all touching you?” Rock asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

“I do. Don’t stop,” Angie moaned, reaching to cup his face with one hand. His chest was bare, and she slid her hand down to trace his abs. When did he take his shirt off? She looked around, and all of the men had removed their shirts. They were all cut and fit. She wanted to taste and touch every one of them.

Rock leaned down and took her mouth, tracing her lips with his tongue until she opened for him. He thrust his tongue in and took a deep, hard kiss from her. “You taste so good, honey. I wonder if you taste like this all over.”

While Rock was kissing her, Sawyer started placing soft kisses against the skin above her bra, the soft whiskers of his five o’clock shadow tickling as he moved his mouth over her skin.

Hunter, where is Hunter? Angie thought. She’d been so consumed by what the others were doing that she hadn’t noticed Hunter was gone.

When Rock lifted his mouth Angie tightened the grip she had on his hair. “Stop. Where’s Hunter?” she asked, pushing herself up to a sitting position.

Rock pulled her back against him and cradled her in his arms. “He’s upstairs getting the bed ready. We can go up and join him if you’re ready, or we can stay down here if you want. It’s up to you.”

“Oh.” Angie knew they would be more comfortable in the bed, but wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

“Honey, we can go now or continue what we are doing down here. It’s up to you. If you’re not ready to go upstairs, we can stay here for a while,” River said, picking up one of her feet and running his tongue along her arch.

She looked over to Sawyer sitting on the floor. He’d unzipped his pants and had his dick in his hands, stroking it up and own.

Angie licked her lips as she watched him. “Oh, darling, you’re killing me,” he groaned.

She let go of River and reached one hand toward Sawyer and touched one finger to the drop of moisture clinging to the tip of his cock. She brought it slowly to her lips and touched it to the tip of her tongue.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said breathlessly.