Hot 4 (Multiple Love)

It's been so long, and I've begged so much that I'm not expecting them to give in, but they do. A slick finger presses down on my clit, and I come so hard, my pussy bears down in wave upon wave of delicious pleasure that has my face flopping into my bound wrists and my whole body shaking.

Hands stroke over my body as the thrusting continues more slowly, maybe to prolong my pleasure.

Fingers find the knots at my wrists and gradually loosen them. Whoever is inside me withdraws, and I'm turned until I'm lying on the soft comforter, eyes still in darkness.

In my chest, my heart thuds in huge clenching beats as my ribcage heaves to suck in enough breath. I feel spaced out behind the blindfold, wanting them to remove it but also enjoying these moments after climax where nothing else can interfere with my pleasure.

When the blindfold is slid up over my face, I blink into the brightness of the sun-filled room, finding Harris and Holden in front of me. The bed shifts as Kane and Karter kneel behind me.

"Are you okay?" Harris asks me, stroking a tendril of my hair away from my face. I nod, and his eyes soften with relief. "Did we do it right?" I nod again, and this time I smile.

"You did it perfectly."

"That's good."

Hooking my hand around his neck, I pull him closer, so I can kiss his full lips. My hand roams over his thick rounded shoulder, trailing down over his muscular arms. This is what I missed when I was bound in darkness, this contact, this connection. Harris draws back, glancing at his twin.

"By the way," I say softly. "You used your two questions already."

The look on his face is a picture, and all around us, his brothers laugh noisily.

Eventually, when they've quieted again, Harris cocks his head to one side, his blue eyes lighting with mischief. "I guess I need to earn a couple more then, don't I?"

Promises, promises.

11

Harris makes good on his promise, rolling me to my back, parting my legs, and sliding deep inside my slick pussy. When he fucks me, he does it with an intensity that sears me to my bones. His hand grips my jaw, holding me in place so my eyes can’t leave his. His hips roll, grazing my clit with every thrust, nudging inside me until I’m panting with pleasure. Around us, his brothers watch, coming closer so I can use my hands to tease their cocks, holding my knees up to make the penetration deeper.

He makes me come from low in my belly, the warmth spreading through me like warm syrup. Then he fills my pussy just the way he promised when we were at the beach.

He kisses me before he rolls away, but before he can ask me any questions, Holden takes his place. “I want to try something with you,” he says. “You ever had more than one dick inside you?”

I shake my head as a frisson of sensation runs through my body.

“Kane, lie on your back.”

Kane does as he’s instructed, putting his hand behind his head, his thick cock tapping his belly. Holden encourages me to straddle his brother’s lap, and as I move, Harris’s cum leaks down my thigh.

“Sit on his cock,” Holden instructs, so I do. There’s no ache when he penetrates me, just a perfect feeling of stretching. Holden takes his place behind me, forcing me forward until I’m lying against Kane’s chest.

“Relax,” Kane whispers, bringing a hand down to rest on my back. I inhale deeply, then slowly exhale as Holden begins to push his cock inside me, next to his brother’s.

Oh fuck. This shouldn’t feel good. It’s too naughty. Too filthy. Too forbidden.

But it does. As he gets deeper, he leans further over me, trapping me between him and his brother. Kane grits his teeth, the pressure of not moving building. Then Holden’s hips press against my ass, and he’s all the way in.

This is it. This is the reality of what it’s like to be with more than one man. My body is a vessel for their pleasure, a receptacle for them to fill. When Holden thrusts, I gasp because they’re big on their own, but with two, it’s obscene. What must it look like? My pussy spread wide by two men, labia flared open, clit straining for contact. My thighs ache around Kane’s hips.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Holden says. His hands grip my hair, twisting my face so he can kiss the side of my mouth. “You know what would look good?”

I shake my head, and he lets go of my hair. “Your mouth around Karter’s cock.”

Now there’s an idea. Another hot, filthy idea that makes my pussy clench with arousal. I have to struggle to push my weight up onto my hands, but Karter is there, his hand gripped at the base of his beautiful cock. His other palm cups my face with affection. “Is this okay?” he asks. I answer by licking the tip of his cock, and he needs no more reassurance. He pushes into my mouth, holding my chin, so my throat is angled right for him to go deep. I close my eyes, lost in the rhythm of three men who are using my body in the most overwhelming way. Harris, recovered from his orgasm, comes closer, using his nimble fingers to play with my nipples. My jaw aches, but Karter doesn’t take it too far. Every few thrusts, he withdraws to give me time to breathe, stroking his thumb over my bottom lip and using his hand to tease himself.