Unconventional

by Krista Wolf

  Noah took me next, rolling me onto my side. Sliding into my freshly-fucked cunt, and just plowing away. I hooked my ankles together and squeezed, causing him to groan. The pressure felt good for me as well, as I slid a hand down my belly and toward the swollen button between my tightly-clenched legs.

  Mmmmm…

  I was lying on my cheek, my hair sticking to my face. My stockings were torn, my garters dangling. My panties stretched to the point of uselessness.

  God, this is FILTHY.

  Holy shit, it really was. It was dirty and slutty and totally wild, and that was the best fucking part about it.

  I moaned into the sheets, as the heat rose up inside me again. Whatever Noah was doing, it was definitely working for me. He knew my angles, probably better than anyone. The way he worked his cock, it always seemed to hit the most magical places inside me.

  “Yes, baby. YES…”

  I was rubbing myself, and bouncing back to meet his thrusts. It was wanton. Totally shameless. And the others were watching…

  I didn’t care. No, that’s not even right. I loved that they were watching. I wanted them to watch…

  “Make me come,” I pleaded. “Noah, please…”

  He rode me faster and harder, pressing down on my hip. Screwing me downward, into the bed.

  “Oh God honey, make me coooommmmm…”

  My mouth opened as my eyes rolled back, and I think I lost the rest of it. The next thing I knew Noah was coming inside me. Triggering my own incredible orgasm, as I contracted around him, milking him straight into my womb.

  He withdrew after a while, and I felt my legs go up over someone’s shoulders. I was still groggy from climaxing. My mind swimming with sweet, sweet dopamine, as I looked up into Chase’s gorgeous green eyes.

  We shared a wordless smile, as he shifted me to the edge of the bed. Somehow my heels were still on. He unstrapped them one by one, nuzzling my tired feet against his sexy, dark stubble.

  “Better?”

  I nodded happily, reaching out for his cock. I wanted to pull him in, shove him inside me. Add him to what the others had already done, and make our night complete.

  Instead he took control, rubbing the head up and down through my hot, dripping channel. Holding my gaze he pushed it lower, then lower still… until the big silky head was pressed tightly up against my bottom entrance.

  Fifty-Nine

  MADISON

  “You want that?” I purred, stretching my arms overhead.

  Chase stood at the edge of the bed, guiding himself snugly between my cheeks. He looked down and simply nodded.

  “You can take it you know. It’s all yours if you want it.”

  I spread wider, adjusting for him. Chase leaned down and kissed me softly, increasing the delicious pressure against my entrance.

  “Julian was the first to have you,” he murmured hotly. “And Noah was the first to finish inside you…” His fiery emerald irises burned straight into mine. “It’s about time I had a first, too…”

  I reached out and caressed one side of his face, enjoying the rough prickle of stubble against the back of my hand.

  “Maybe it’ll be two firsts then,” I whispered back at him, my eyes flaring wickedly.

  Chase’s expression went utterly blank, like he couldn’t believe his luck. “Really?”

  “No, not really,” I giggled, sliding my arms over his shoulders to pull him in. “But I can pretend if you want me to…”

  He responded by guiding himself in, inch by glorious inch. Everything was already so wet, so relaxed. Even so, I stiffened as the head popped in, then finally exhaled as he leaned forward, bearing his weight slowly downward.

  “FUCK,” he swore, screwing his eyes shut. I could tell it was good for him. Snug and tight and wonderful.

  “That’s… that’s ridiculous,” Chase swore.

  “Go slow honey,” I whispered, my lips brushing his. “I might’ve tried this once or twice… but that’s about it.”

  He nodded and kissed me again, then pushed back on his two great arms. Slowly, carefully, he began sawing in and out of my ass. Fucking me with long, controlled strokes, while we both looked down and watched.

  Hol… Holy shit…

  Everything felt so good. So tight and full, bordering on the edge of a delicious pressure and skirting the verge of pain. I remembered to relax even further, and the threat of pain became more and more distant. It was replaced by a wonderful naughtiness. The sense of doing something that should be filthy and taboo and wrong, yet felt so totally fucking right.

  The others were with me now, lying alongside of me. Julian, stroking my hair. Noah, kissing me deeply, while softly tracing his fingertips along the lines of my face.

  I was bouncing gently, legs pinned high in the air. Taking one lover deep in my ass, while the others held me, caressing and kissing and caring for me. And they were all so incredible — such loving and gorgeous men. Men who’d given so much to me. Each one of them more beautiful than the last…

  God, it was all so fucking perfect.

  “I can’t possibly last,” Chase lamented, still bouncing slowly. His voice was shuddering and thick with lust. “It’s just too much. It’s too—”

  “Let it go,” I smiled demurely. Our eyes locked again. I could see the torment there.

  “Honey… come in me.”

  I hadn’t even gotten the words out, and he was already gone. Chase flooded me with jet after jet of his warm seed, filling my nether-channel. Pumping me full in the hottest, dirtiest way, while I stroked the back of Julian’s head and thrust my tongue into Noah’s mouth.

  You’ve got to be the luckiest girl in the whole fucking world.

  The voice of reason was suddenly gone, now replaced by the voice of jealousy. Inwardly, I laughed at it. The voice could fuck off as far, as I was concerned. I was kind of busy.

  “Ohhhhh…” Chase groaned, his rigid body going limp with pleasure. “Oh man. Oh fuck…”

  He strokes became shorter, then slower, and then he was done. He withdrew carefully, lowering my legs back to the bed. The purest look of sheer ecstasy on his face as he stepped back, almost in awe.

  I sat up in one fluid motion, then rose straight to my feet. For some reason I felt oddly rejuvenated. Totally satisfied, but also filled with a second wind.

  I blew them a kiss as I turned and walked away in my shredded fishnets. The abruptness of my exit left them spent, sated, and staring at each other.

  “Not bad for round one,” I teased, on my way to the shower.

  Sixty

  MADISON

  The following week and a half was a non-stop push for the end. A never-ending cycle of work and sleep, in an almost herculean effort to check off the entire inspector’s list.

  It was mentally easy at first, because it seemed so impossible. We were just going through the motions. Trying to get as close as possible, on the off chance we could squeak by with another extension.

  Toward the end though, I was scared half to death. And that’s because, incredibly enough, we could almost see a light at the end of the tunnel. As if maybe — just maybe — we could actually make it.

  We spent our evenings together, talking in exhausted but excited tones. Taking a little bit of time for ourselves, as we traded massages and unwound from the day.

  Somehow, Julian kept up his search of the Great Hall. For at least an hour a night he labored away in the gigantic chamber, taking apart the walls and putting them back together again. Eventually, Noah began helping him. Together the two of them got twice the amount of work done, although their search always came up with nothing.

  In the meantime, Chase and I focused our efforts on my uncle’s own library of books. Upstairs in his private chambers, we looked for anything we could find on the history of Westgate Castle, or the local surrounding area.

  Each night we crashed hard, usually in our own beds. We took our pleasures where and when we found them, but for the most part it was all work and little pla
y.

  But we were on borrowed time. At risk of losing it all. And now, all of a sudden, it felt like we were losing two things of importance. Because if the property itself went back to auction, we’d have to abandon our little treasure hunt… if that’s what it really was to begin with.

  I’d told the guys about ‘Jonathan’, the man who’d walked up to our front door and tried to buy the property. I admitted I was even tempted for a moment, if for no other reason just so I could cash out and pay everyone back.

  “You did the right thing,” Noah assured me, with a scowl on his face. “And if that guy ever comes back again…”

  “You let us take care of him,” Chase grunted.

  The days were long, the nights too short… but little by little, things got done. The deadline drew closer. Our supplies grew thin. Yet when we looked at what was left to do, the list seemed shorter and shorter each day.

  Finally we were a week away. Just seven short days until Midlothian county inspectors determined if the property actually belonged to me… or whether it would revert back to the Scottish government again, and prepped for a speedy auction.

  The stress was getting to me. So was the heat. We were coming up on fall, but the summer was still hot. Maybe even getting hotter, for some weird reason.

  As a result, my sleep suffered. I tossed and turned and woke up often, sometimes even alone. One particularly hot night I found myself sheetless, blanketless. Staring up at the midnight ceiling, while a thousand random thoughts raced through my sleep-deprived mind.

  Fuck this.

  I decided to get up and maybe walk it off. Get rid of whatever pent-up energy was still left in my body, and hopefully cool myself in the fresh night air.

  I went out into the hall, and climbed the narrow but crumbling staircase that led to the highest terrace. Pulling the thick bolt aside, I threw open the door and stepped into a blissfully cool breeze.

  Right away, I felt immeasurably better.

  Originally the roof of the castle had been pitched, with steep gables that were impossible to climb. But that was before Westgate had burned. In the sixteenth century, the place had been razed down to a blackened, skeletal structure. The roof had been gutted and entirely rebuilt, along with the flat terraced area I crossed now.

  I’d always found it beautiful up here. My uncle did too. Long ago, as a young girl, he helped get me over my aversion to heights. Now it allowed me to enjoy the spectacular view. Even at night, you could see for miles in almost every direction. Hills and forests, fields and trees, all blue and grey under the dim light of the slivered moon.

  I heard the door creak again. The sound of familiar footfalls, coming up behind me. I wasn’t the only night owl, I knew. When it came to being up in the middle of the night, I shared those restless hours with Noah.

  “Come to admire the view?” I called coyly, over my shoulder.

  I felt his hands settle on my hips. First smoothing my nightshirt, then lifting it upward, over the curve of my hips.

  “The best view’s right here,” he declared, running his hands over my ass.

  I chuckled softly and leaned forward, bending over one of the battlements. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. Hell, maybe it could help us both sleep.

  A pair of lips found their way to the nape of my neck. He planted kisses there, softly, slowly, while letting his hands roam. Eventually I felt his naked chest pressed up against my back. His body melding into mine, as I wriggled my ass back against the tight bulge in the front of his boxers.

  “Have at it,” I told him, with a gentle sigh.

  Sixty-One

  NOAH

  It was like sinking into a molten volcano. Sliding into something warm and wet and welcoming, like a hot tub after a long hard day.

  “Mmmmmm…”

  Madison moaned as she wriggled backward, against me. Her ass was so soft yet supple. Round and sensual, flawless and perfect.

  But her pussy felt even better.

  We fucked slowly, wordlessly… our bodies rocking gently beneath the moonlight. Up here we had an unspoken connection. A little oasis where we could be alone in the darkness, tucked away from the world.

  She turned her head over her shoulder to kiss me, and our tongues met in familiar fashion. I always loved this time with her. As hot as it was taking her with the others, there was something indescribably intimate about our one-on-one sessions. The little nighttime rendezvous we had down in the garden, or up here above the rest of the world.

  I screwed her the way she liked, my hands sliding over her shoulders, pulling back on her at the penultimate moment. Madison came with the usual cries and whimpers, grinding herself back against me. Reaching back to claw my ass, which was my cue to finally let loose inside her.

  We finished as we always did; with me eventually going soft inside her, as our bodies shared warmth in the cool night air. I withdrew reluctantly, realizing how much I’d fallen for her. How much I needed this woman in my life, and possibly always had.

  “I think I’m in love with you.”

  Madison smoothed her nightshirt down, but still hadn’t turned. She reached back for me. Pulled my chin to her shoulder, so she could kiss me again.

  “You think?” she giggled.

  “No, not think,” I admitted. “I am in love with you. I have been for a while.”

  She sighed softly, her beautiful chest still rising and falling from the climactic end of our lovemaking. But she was smiling. No, she was beaming brightly, her expression radiant, even in the shadows.

  “I love you too, Noah,” she breathed. “With all my heart.”

  My soul soared as she turned to face me. In that moment she was the most beautiful creature on earth. All pink skin and shimmering satin, her long blonde hair flowing gently in the midnight breeze.

  “But can you love three people?” she asked, lowering her gaze slightly. “With just one heart?”

  It was a fair question. One I’d never considered.

  “I think so,” I said. “I mean… we all love you. Chase talks about you all day, every day. How amazingly you’ve fit into our lives. How lucky we are to have you…”

  “And you do have me,” said Madison, glancing up at me again. Her expression was honest. Pure. Hopeful. “You, Chase, Julian… I…” She swallowed, searching for the right words. “Somehow I belong to you. I really do.”

  Her eyes went glassy. There were tears forming, but they weren’t bad ones. They were good tears.

  “Not just in the sense of the arrangement we made,” she said, blushing a little. “But in every way. You have my heart. You have my love, my soul… you have my…”

  I stepped into her, ending her struggle. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed the tears away from both her cheeks.

  “I know,” I said gently. “You don’t even have to say it. It’s wordless, really. It’s not something that can be explained.”

  We both turned, looking back over the darkened fields. I snuggled in. Wrapped one arm around her warm waist, and hugged her tight.

  “I should feel jealous,” I admitted with a laugh. “Every time I see you with the others. But somehow I’m not. Somehow I realize we all have you, and sharing you between us is part of the overall appeal.” I shrugged a little and smiled. “As long as it stays that way, there’s really nothing to be jealous of.”

  Madison hugged me against her, as we stared out into nothing. The night air had cooled us, but what we’d just done had warmed us from within.

  “I wish…” Madison began, her voice lost to the wind.

  “You wish what?”

  “I wish… well…”

  She was glancing out into the field when suddenly her eyes flew open. Her whole body tensed, and she bolted upright.

  “HOLY SHIT!”

  It scared me, the abruptness of her sudden realization. All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck as I turned my gaze outward. Trying to see whatever it was she—

  “IT WAS HIM!”

 
I still couldn’t see anything at all. The grassy field below seemed to sway gently with the summer wind. But other than that, nothing.

  “Madison. what are you talking abou—”

  “That thing in the field!” she exclaimed. “The way it moved. Those jerky, sweeping movements. Back and forth, back and forth…”

  I shook my head. I still wasn’t getting it.

  “I didn’t see the thing in the field,” I admitted. “You and Julian were the only ones who—”

  “It was him!” Madison cried, grabbing both my arms. “The guy with the metal detector!”

  I squinted back at her, still skeptical. “The guy you met with Chase?” I asked. “I wasn’t there for that either. I didn’t see—”

  “It was the exact same movement!” she cried again. “Sweeping back and forth. Over and over again.” She wrung her hands in frustration. “I can’t believe I didn’t put it together before now! That I didn’t see—”

  “But why would this guy even be out there,” I cut in. “Especially in the middle of the night?”

  Madison dug her fingers deeper into my arms. “Because he’s looking for it.”

  I opened my mouth, then closed it. Realization dawned over me.

  “Are you saying—”

  “It explains everything,” Madison jumped in. “Why he’s out there in the old field. Why he’s sneaking around at night. And the holes, Noah! The ones that were dug into the ground, at the edge of the clearing…”

  “Alright, those I saw,” I said. “Chase showed me. The ground was all dug up, freshly disturbed.” My eyes narrowed. “Holy shit, do you really think—”

  “YES!”

  Madison was standing there in her gossamer nightshirt, still leaning on the battlement, holding one hand over her heart. She looked flushed and gorgeous. And so very, very alive.