A FAMILIAR HAND TOUCHED MY ANKLE, TRAILED UP MY BARE LEG TO stop midway between the silk edge of my tap pants and the hollow at the back of my knee. David. I knew him without looking, but I lifted and turned my head to search out his gray eyes, half-afraid of what I’d find there. Stark lust? Disgust?
Neither. Just hunger and a close regard. “How do you feel?”
I shifted on the couch, rocking my hips and making the muscles in my butt tighten and release in the process. “Like you should move your hand a few inches higher.”
“Aside from that.” He continued the caress up until he just touched the crease where the tap pants ended, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and making me long to wiggle until I got them to brush my sex. Except that wouldn’t be enough, either.
My breath came a little faster and made my voice unsteady. “Nervous. Are you going to hate me for this?”
“Hate you?” He stared at me in unguarded surprise. “For what?”
“For getting naked in front of your closest friends. For being the center in a circle jerk. For playing hide the salami with eleven men.” I bit my lip, hating myself for loving the word picture I painted, seeing myself in the center of all that masculine attention, allowing hands and mouths and cocks to lavish pleasure on me any way I wanted it.
From the look of him, David liked it, too. His eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sky. His hand caressed me just under the edge of my tap pants, stroking, teasing. “Does that mean you want to play hide the salami with me?”
“Oh, yeah.” I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and arched my lower back, pushing my ass up in invitation. “I want that.” I half-sobbed when his palm followed the curve of my butt until fingertips brushed the curls between my legs. “And that’s not all I want.”
I rolled over, done with hiding from him, ready to face him. Because we needed to talk before action carried me away. “How will you really feel? Will you still want me after I’ve had sex with Zach? Or somebody else?”
David hitched a hip onto the couch beside mine and leaned over me to brush a kiss across my lips. “I’ll want you. Before. After. During. I’ll watch you and I’ll want you, and when it’s my turn, I’ll show you how much I still want you, no matter how many others there’ve been.”
My heart skipped and my sex clenched. “Sure?”
“Maybe you need convincing.” He put his hands to my waist, searched out my bare flesh under the shirt I wore, gathered the fabric of my shirt and slid it up, baring my belly, ribs, then breasts before he pulled it up and over my head. He took in the picture I made, a half-naked offering in a wanton sprawl, nipples forming tight buds that drew attention to my needy state.
“Beautiful.”
I warmed to the approval in his voice. As if I needed to be any warmer. He bent his head to draw one peak into his mouth and my eyes almost rolled back in my head.
Sensation washed over me. The moist heat of his mouth on my bare skin. Tongue flicking at my nipple, hard enough to make me squirm and gasp. Suction drawing on my breast, sending a wave of reaction to my womb. Just when I thought I might embarrass myself from my response, he released my nipple. Then he blew against the dampened skin and it hardened even more while I let out a shuddering breath.
He turned his attention to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, and I whimpered, hips bucking in reaction as he suckled my aureole and tongued the turgid bud that swelled even tighter from his ministrations. This time when he blew air across my heated flesh, moistened from his mouth, my breath sounded as labored as if I’d been running.
“Sweet.” His eyes met mine, all heated intent. He leaned over me, all dominant male. “You taste ripe and sweet and your nipples look like berries, all red from sucking.”
I didn’t answer. I just stared at him, wondering what he’d do next. And I didn’t care what it was or who was watching.
“I bet you taste sweet everywhere.”
Oh. I caught his meaning as he lowered his head and his wicked, wonderful mouth slid down as he scooted back, kissing my belly, licking at my navel, and then his hands were catching the sides of my tap pants and peeling them down to my thighs. He kissed my mound, moved lower, searched out the aching bud of my clit with his mouth, and drew on it the way he’d suckled my nipples. My hips came off the couch, and he made a dark sound of animal satisfaction at the response he drew from me.
He tugged my tap pants down farther, past my knees, until his hands could slide up the insides of my thighs and push them apart, and then he was kissing me between my legs, eating at my sex, while I gasped and groaned and spread wider for him.
His tongue explored my folds, thrust inside me, licked up to flick at my clit. He alternately suckled and licked and tongued deep into me, and all I could do was feel.
Tension curled in my belly and my body arched with the force of my reaction. I needed to move. I needed more. I needed him to stop. I needed him to never stop.
“David.” I shaped his name with my lips but lacked air to give it voice. My hands wove into his hair, cupping his head, urging him on. Pressure built in sharp spikes. My breath came faster and faster. Pleasure spiraled, fierce, wild, building to an inescapable conclusion.
His mouth closed hard over my sex as his tongue plunged deep inside, and I came with a harsh cry in a rush of release that wracked me with endless shudders as his tongue lapped and licked and wrested every last ounce of response from me.
Only then did I become aware of the male faces over me, of Zach standing to my side, all of them watching.
Scalding color washed over me and I tried vainly to cover myself with my hands. Ridiculous, with David’s face between my thighs, still drawing his tongue over my slick, swollen folds, what he was doing to me impossible to hide.
“Don’t chicken out now,” Zach chided. “You’re doing fine.” He knelt beside me and ran a possessive hand over one breast, rolling my nipple on his palm, then squeezing it lightly between thumb and forefinger. The pinching sensation sent a surge of lust straight to my womb, making me rock into David’s mouth.
“Fine? I’ve had sex once in my entire life,” I whispered. “Talk about zero to sixty-nine.”
Zach’s eyes turned to heated amber, almost glowing. “Only once?” He palmed my other breast, as if testing the weight. “You’re about to make up for it.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I drew a shaky breath and looked around, meeting the eyes that watched the erotic display I was making of myself.
Jack winked at me. Matt wiggled his eyebrows. Will blew me a kiss. Nathan just smiled.
“I am in so far over my head,” I sighed.
“We won’t let you drown,” Zach promised. He bent down to kiss me, and then it was exactly how I’d imagined it would be, Zach’s tongue filling my mouth while David’s filled my sheath, the twin oral ministrations making me mindless. Except I hadn’t taken into account the added dimension of an audience, making me overly aware of the sexual invitation I presented. I felt naked and exposed, and helpless to hide the effect they had on me. I had two male mouths on me, and heaven help me, I wanted more.
I caught Jack’s eye and arched my ribs, thrusting my breasts up. My eye slid to Matt and I waited, unable to breathe, as they moved closer and took positions on each side of me. Zach made a space and kept on kissing me, drawing me further into his sensual spell with every press of his lips, every thrust of his tongue as he claimed and conquered my mouth. And then two hot, male mouths closed over my breasts, licking, suckling, biting softly, the tandem stimulation sending me into a delirium of heated desire.
David licked his way to my clit and suctioned the nerve-rich nub of flesh while he brought his hand up to replace his mouth at my entrance. He pushed first one, then two, then a third finger into my sheath, stretching my sex, filling me, readying me. His fingers worked in and out, deep and slow, until I burned to be taken harder. Faster. Fully.
Matt and Jack drew on my nipples, hands joining in to caress the sensitive undersides of my breasts, to squeeze and knead and stroke.
Zach’s mouth grew gentle, kisses turning coaxing and seductive, his tongue twining with mine, tasting my parted lips, drawing me deeper into a world of feeling and need.
Then he raised his head and looked into my eyes, reading the wild depth of my arousal. “What now?”
I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I couldn’t bring myself to ask for it. So I closed my eyes and tried to hold on while David’s mouth and fingers drove me higher. But before I could tumble over the cliff of passion the four of them had raised me to, David ground his hand against me in a final caress and withdrew his hand. His mouth released my clit. And I fought to keep from screaming.
“What now?” Zach asked the question again. Patient. Relentless.
I avoided the question, looked for Will. “Kiss me,” I said through lips swollen from Zach’s mouth, my voice hoarse.
Will complied, coming to me and taking a place opposite Zach. I didn’t know what I expected. A butterfly kiss, lighting softly. A sober kiss, serious and earnest. What I got was a bruising kiss, a grinding of mouths and wild mating of tongues. It was hot and crazed and brutal, and it only made me wrenchingly aware of the aching emptiness I was desperate to have filled.
Will drew away and then kissed me again as if unable to resist the pull of my lips. I writhed as his mouth crushed down on mine, Matt and Jack still working my breasts and sending shock waves from the nerves in my aureoles to my sex.
And it wasn’t enough.
Will ended the kiss and moved away. Matt and Jack released my nipples, moving back in tandem. I shuddered at the cessation of stimulation and closed my eyes.
What now?
I could hear the echo in my mind. I knew it was inevitable, but I would postpone that step as long as I could bear. “I want all of you to touch me. One at a time.”
Since David already had, he came around to my head and let me taste myself on his lips while his hands played my breasts with sure expertise. I kissed him back as I sprawled with legs splayed. My tap pants were now completely gone, stripped away at some point unnoticed, my sex exposed and glistening from the attention lavished by David’s mouth and my own lubrication. The picture of abandon.
And one by one, all the men moved between my thighs and sank fingers into my hungry sheath, sent fingertips gliding over my swollen clit or pinched it lightly, bent to taste me. Not restricting themselves to genital contact, but caressing my hips and legs, my belly, my arms, leaving no part of me ignored. Arousing me by turns until I rushed toward the edge of orgasm, then stopping. The last one palmed my sex and massaged in a slow circle until I moaned into David’s mouth and tilted my pelvis up, offering myself. Then he gave me penetration, but only one finger, teasing, twisting inside me, withdrawing, returning, toying with me.
Zach. I knew without looking.
That finger slid out, stroked over the puckered opening of my anus, and I stopped breathing. The lubrication coating his fingertip made it glide across without resistance, surprising me as unexpected nerve endings clamored to life. The caress was unprecedented, taboo, but then, why leave any forbidden act unexplored?
I surrendered to the dark pleasure as Zach pressed the tip of his finger into that virginal opening, slowly pushing farther in, withdrawing, pushing back a little farther than before. And when another hand began to stroke and pet my sex while David caressed my breasts and Zach worked a second finger into my anal opening, stretching the delicate tissues and widening them with an erotic scissoring movement, I found myself teetering on the brink.
I raised heavy eyelids halfway to see whose hand was between my legs. Nathan. He smiled at me and teased the slick, ready folds of my sex with one fingertip, stroking and exploring my plumped labia while Zach thrust his fingers deeper into my ass. Nathan plunged one finger abruptly into my vaginal opening, hard and fast, then withdrew.
I made a low sound in my throat, and David raised his mouth from mine, looking first into my eyes, then down at what they were doing to me, penetrating me in tandem.
His eyes returned to mine, sure and steady. “Every man here has had a taste of you. Zach and Nathan are filling your soft pussy and your tight ass with their hands while I watch. And I still want you.”
I trembled with the need for release and a swell of some unnamed emotion.
“Fuck him.” David bent his head to mine again and whispered the words against my lips. “I know you want to fuck Zach. You’re ready. We’ve prepared you, and we’ll prepare you for more when he’s finished and the fire inside you burns all over again.”
My heart stumbled and my breathing staggered as he went on, “Fuck him, fuck them all, as many and as often as you have to. Give yourself what you need and give yourself to us until you’re sated and you’ve tried us all enough to be sure. You have to be sure.”
His lips moved on mine in a kiss so gentle it wrung my heart as he breathed a promise. “Through it all, no matter what, I’ll want you.”
I kissed him back, helpless to do anything else, while two other men drew a willing response from my fevered body.
David ended the kiss. He stroked my hair before he framed the sides of my face in his hands. His eyes burned into mine for a long moment. Then he touched his lips to my forehead and moved away.
What now?
Zach’s question repeated in my head, followed by David’s answer.
Fuck him
.
In front of an audience.
Fuck him
, while David watched another man guide his engorged cock between my legs and plunge it into my yearning flesh, knowing the act would lock us together until he was spent enough for the knot to release.
Fuck him
. Point of no return. No changing my mind, no crying out,
Stop, wait
, after that male organ penetrated my waiting sheath.