by Krista Wolf
“Good boy Sarge!” he smiled enthusiastically, scratching behind his triangular ears.
“Sarge?” Kyle laughed.
I giggled. “Yeah. No good?”
“No, it’s perfect!” he laughed. “And Briggs loves dogs!” His gaze shifted teasingly toward Jason. “Right buddy?”
Almost as if Sarge knew, he ran straight at Jason. He smirked down at him for a while, letting him scramble up one leg, before finally picking him up.
“Yeah, sure. He can stay for now.”
I’d been worried most about Ryan, but all that concern disappeared later on. I found the two of them passed out on the couch together, Sarge curled up happily on his big chest. The little puppy raised his head as I tiptoed past them, and I patted him gently until he lowered his chin.
Everything was right again, everything good. Almost, anyway.
It wasn’t until the end of the week that we all had some time together. I walked into the gallery to find the guys talking together, all four of them turning toward me at once.
“Friday night,” said Kyle, speaking for all of them. “Us.”
I nodded happily. It was the one missing piece. The only thing that would make it feel like we were truly home again: spending time as a group.
I honestly couldn’t wait.
Friday came, and the boys insisted on taking me out that night, despite me offering to cook up a big family dinner. They each swore off whatever they were doing long enough to make time for the five of us, and anyone not home by sundown would apparently have hell to pay.
But everyone was.
On their orders I came down the staircase dressed to kill, in an outfit with a plunging neckline and my least-uncomfortable spiked heels. My red dress was slit up the side, just elegantly enough to still be sexy. But the guys…
My breathing stopped for a second the moment I saw them.
All four of them were suited up and buttoned-down, looking both casual and cool. Their sports jackets and slacks were crisp and sharp. Jason even wore a tie!
I made the bottom step, somehow without falling, as one of them let out a low whistle. By the time I strutted over, hands and arms were already slipping around me. Someone’s lips brushed my neck, sniffing me as if I were delicious.
“This is appreciated…” I said, slowly removing Jason’s tie, “but it isn’t necessary.”
He smiled as I slid the satiny strip of fabric from around his neck and tossed it to the floor. With nimble fingers I unbuttoned his top button, smirked mischievously, then unbuttoned the next two as well.
“There. Much better.”
Kyle drove. He was still on a vigorous round of antibiotics for his leg, so he’d be drinking water all night anyway. The rest of us piled in and relaxed during the drive into town, laughing and talking and basically bullshitting about nothing. That part felt the best to me, not having an agenda. Not focusing on anything that happened, or was going to happen, but rather just — for this one night, at least — enjoying the present.
Dinner was amazing — Italian, as per Jason’s request. He was still eating like a horse, and had already begun putting some of the weight back on. He was also doing double-duty in the old Victorian mansion’s tea room, which Dakota had long ago turned into our home gym.
One by one the courses came. We downed them slowly, but not so much the wine and beer. The evening was filled with flirting and touching and kissing, so much that we drew the attention of patrons in every direction. Yet even with all the sexual tension, and knowing where the night would ultimately lead? Not one of us was in a hurry to get there.
“What you did was amazing, in case no one told you,” said Ryan. “Going all the way out to get Markus Ladrone… that was a longshot.”
“A dangerous longshot,” warned Jason, stuffing linguine into his mouth.
I felt myself flush red, even as I shook my head. “The whole thing was Dakota’s doing, not mine.”
“To heck with that,” Dakota said flatly. “It was all your idea. Your plan. And damn, you were the who walked up alone to those— Ow!”
I kicked him under the table. But the others were already giving me the side-eye.
“Oh don’t think we don’t already know,” said Ryan. I flashed Dakota a dirty look.
“And not just from him,” said Jason. “From Markus, too.”
Markus…
It worried me that we hadn’t seen him, hadn’t heard from him since the desert. Then again, I didn’t expect that to last. Especially after his last words to me.
“I just can’t believe that snake would agree to—”
“Say whatever you want about Markus,” I interrupted quickly. “But remember: if it weren’t for him, three of you wouldn’t even be here.”
The guys went silent, and with good reason. My words were inarguable.
“Here’s to Markus,” said Dakota, holding up his glass. I could barely believe he’d actually done it.
Kyle and Ryan raised their own glasses. Eventually, Jason did too.
“To Markus,” Jason echoed. He downed the rest of his beer, looking at me strangely the whole time. “For now,” he added.
Forty-Four
SAMMARA
The ride home was a lot different than the ride into the city. Shirts were loose, buttons were undone, jackets and sports coats were long since gone. Even my dress was riding high up on my thighs, hands and lips and fingertips exploring me eagerly as the miles sped by.
I enjoyed being sandwiched between Jason and Ryan in the spacious back seat. Already pleasantly buzzed, I was busy trading deep, soulful kisses to my left and right. Their hands explored every inch of my body, and my own were busy manipulating the significant bulges between their legs.
Honestly, it had been far too long. I’d missed them both terribly, but the sexual tension between all five of us had reached a fever pitch by the time we’d left the restaurant. As we pulled into our driveway, all bets were pretty much off.
“I want time with each of you,” I said dreamily. “I don’t care if you draw straws to see who goes first, as long as I get you all.”
I’d decided beforehand that I wanted them alone. I wanted them in their rooms, to feel grounded again. To feel like each and every one of them were home.
Kyle laughed. “Straws, huh? That would be a new one.”
“I’m serious,” I cooed. “I need you in your beds. In your own rooms. I… I need…”
“We know what you need,” breathed Jason, pulling me helplessly into his strong arms. “And trust us, you’ll get it….”
The door opened, and he carried me into the house, holding me snugly against his chest. He walked confidently past the others and straight up the stairs. “But first let me show what I need,” Jason went on. “What I’ve been waiting for, for way too long.”
He carried me down the hallway, nudging open the door to his bedroom. His shirt was open all the way down to his naval, and my cheek felt warm and wonderful against his skin.
“I need you to know something,” he murmured, standing me up beside the bed. And not just any bed. His bed.
The bed I sadly wondered if I’d ever see again.
“You were with me every moment I was gone,” he said, kissing me. “Every morning Sammara, the very second I woke up. Every night, before I went to sleep…”
Jason sank to his knees. He buried his face against my belly, his hands sliding my dress all the way up my thighs. Nimbly he reversed the motion, rolling my panties down. Then he pushed me back into the softness of the mattress…
… and utterly devoured me.
I went to heaven immediately, letting my whole body go. Losing myself in the feel of his strong hands, his delicate fingers, his hungry mouth. Jason worshiped me orally, tasting and teasing me first before going to town on me with his talented tongue. My head thrashed from side to side as I climaxed in minutes, reaching down to pull his beautiful face into me.
He ravaged me after that, fucking me senseless until the pil
low on either side of my head went wet with tears of joy. I tried screwing my body back against him but the man was starving, and no matter how hard I tried my fury and enthusiasm just couldn’t match his own.
He came like a thunderclap, exploding abruptly inside me. Holding my legs high in the air as he pumped me full of his warm, sticky seed. It seemed to go on forever, as if he were delivering months’ worth of pent up frustration and anger, lust and passion, directly from his balls into my womb.
Oh God, yes.
I held him tightly after that, pulling him against me, keeping him inside of me long after his throbbing erection had gone. We needed the connection, he and I. Jason because he was now really home. Me because having him between my legs, buried amongst the blankets of his bed, erased long weeks of torment and anguish during which I dared ask myself what I’d do if I were to never see him again.
We talked and lingered and kissed some more, but Jason was drifting fast. Partly because he’d just come so fully inside me, but also because he was wholly exhausted and still a bit tipsy.
I snuck out, without even bothering to dress. The heels he’d fucked me in still lay at the foot of the bed. My dress and panties were a crumpled heap I stepped over on the way out the door.
The hallway was dark and cool, but it was only a few steps to the door of Ryan’s room. I slipped inside to find him leaning against his headboard, arms crossed behind his head. His beautiful caramel skin was rippled with muscle, from the wide expanse of his amazing pecs down to my own personal playground: his chiseled, washboard abdominals.
A sheet covered his lower body, just below the perfect ‘V’ of his stomach. I could just barely see the darker edge, right where his mocha skin ended and his well-trimmed pubic region began.
“You’d better not have anything on right now,” I whispered, closing the door behind me. My eyes were still locked on what looked to be a bulge beneath the sheets.
“Come and see.”
I tiptoed naked over to his bed, for no reason other than it seemed the right thing to do. I felt like a teenager trying to be quiet at a friend’s house. About to do something naughty at a sleepover.
“You take good care of Briggs?” Ryan asked nonchalantly.
I slid up alongside him, molding my body to his. After kissing him hotly, I took the sheets down and threw one leg over his torso.
Ryan’s cock was a dusky-colored railroad spike, sticking proudly up from his body. I took him by the shaft, rubbing the head up and down through my gooey slit a few times before sinking the full weight of my body right onto him.
“Come and see.”
It was pure euphoria. Like scratching a long, bothersome itch with the perfect amount of pressure, in exactly the right spot.
“Welcome home…” I breathed.
Ryan smiled up at me through his sexy goatee, and I leaned down to kiss him. His kisses were always fire. No matter where we were, or what we were doing, they always turned me into a puddle of moisture.
I rolled my hips, savoring the exquisite feeling of sheathing him in my flesh. Of surrounding him with the warmth of my womanhood all the way to the root, as my lover lifted his hips and thrust up inside me.
Jesus, Sammara!
I felt the rumblings of another orgasm, and I couldn’t believe it was going to happen so quickly. Rather than fight it I just let it go, screwing down and clamping around him as I came again and again in powerful contractions. Ryan looked at me as it happened, watching my eyes flare open. Nodding in understanding as he smoothed his hands over my breasts, dragging his palms deliberately over my stiff nipples right at the penultimate moment of climax.
I rode him for what seemed like an eternity, my pussy so wet and frothy and full of come it made the whole room smell like sex. I went sometimes fast and other times slow, gyrating and grinding and bearing down on him. Raking my nails across his chest at Ryan’s own insistence, remembering exactly what he liked as he guided my hands over his rock-hard body.
When he was ready he rolled me onto my stomach and penetrated me from behind. From there he took over, literally pounding himself into me while I whimpered and moaned. I felt one strong hand clamp itself over the back of my head, shoving me face-first into his pillow as the thrusts grew harder and deeper, my whimpers turning to cries, and eventually, into screams of joy.
I was out of breath and almost delirious when he finally came, flooding me the way Jason had. I lost count of the number of throbs and pulses it took for him to empty himself inside me. But that was irrelevant. All that mattered was Ryan making me his again. In our bed. In our house.
This time it was me who nearly passed out after sex, while lounging lazily in his big strong arms. Very few words passed between us; with Ryan, much of our communication came in unspoken terms. That didn’t stop me though, from climbing over his chest until we were nose to nose, chin to chin. I kissed him tenderly, so happy and sated and incredibly full of his come.
“God I love you,” I breathed into his mouth.
Ryan responded by cupping my ass in one hand. He kissed me back, pulling me even tighter against him before grinning mischievously.
“What’s there not to love?”
I half-laughed, half-smacked him in the chest as I shook myself back awake. Suddenly I was regretting drinking so much wine. It was a special night, sure, but I had four special men. And I was only halfway through…
I stepped back into the hallway, only this time I passed the other bedrooms and slipped into the bathroom instead. The shower I ran was near-scalding hot, but the water still felt fantastic against my skin. I stood there for a good ten minutes, breathing the steam into my nostrils, letting the water turn my body lobster-red. I emerged clean and fresh and full of a strange, sleepy energy. As if my body was still tired, but my mind was awake and refreshed and spinning with a thousand different thoughts and emotions.
I had no idea what time it was as I entered Dakota’s room. He was lying naked on his stomach, his gargantuan back stretching from one side of the bed to the other. His supple, muscular ass pointed upward so beautifully I wanted to close my mouth over his skin and bite it.
I laid on top of him instead. Trying feebly to cover his body with mine.
“Holy shit you’re warm…”
I laughed and nodded my chin against his back. “I am.”
Dakota tried turning, but I rolled off him and dropped nimbly to the floor again. “Come…” I said, taking his hand.
He stirred slowly but silently, allowing me to lead him from the room. We crossed the hallway together and pushed our way into Kyle’s bedroom, where I motioned for my gentle giant to close the door behind us.
“Hey,” Kyle said, looking me over. His gaze jumped to Dakota, then back to me. “Oh.”
He gave me a knowing smile, even as I led Dakota in the direction of the bed.
“I thought you wanted the each of us alone tonight?”
I stopped at the edge of the bed. Reaching out I pulled Kyle’s head to my chest, sighing as his mouth closed over one warm nipple. At the same time, I felt Dakota’s strong arms slip themselves around my waist.
“A girl can change her mind you know…” I cooed softly.
Forty-Five
SAMMARA
“MMMMmmmm…” I cried, scratching at Dakota’s back. I held onto him for leverage, to claw him even deeper inside me. To keep myself anchored against his hard chest, as he drove his cock slowly in and out of my swollen, pink sheath…
But I also held him for another reason: to keep my body as steady as possible while Kyle surged upward… burying himself deep in my ass.
“Ohhhh… GOD!””
It wasn’t something I got on a regular basis, or asked for very often. But when I was in the mood for it? To feel totally owned and taken, sandwiched between two warm bodies to the point of sheer, joyful delirium?
No one did double-penetration better than Kyle and Dakota.
I had to remember to breathe, the whole thing was always so
intense. The feeling of fullness as I settled down on Kyle’s seemingly endless erection. The sensation of warmth as the lubricant soothed my tight little hole, giving me comfort, relaxing me so I could enjoy every last inch of him packed all the way inside me.
FUCK. ME.
It never got any better than this. Having one lover buried firmly in each of my holes. Being able to feel their arms around me, from in front and behind, all while experiencing me at the same time… and me them.
It was a mental effort just to keep myself straight. To keep myself sane. Each time it happened I remembered how good it felt to be so gloriously ensconced by sweat and skin and muscle. Pressed tightly from one side, and guided up and down by the other…
“Easy,” Kyle whispered, somewhere over my shoulder. “Just go easy.”
This certainly wasn’t the first time they’d DP’d me, but it was the first time trying it like this. Kyle had sat on the edge of the bed, holding himself firmly while I lowered myself onto him. I was facing away — facing Dakota — who supported my weight while it went in, ever-so gradually…
My God.
As the two globes of my ass settled onto my first lover’s thighs, Dakota helped lift my feet onto the bed. I was squatting on top of Kyle now, his cock buried achingly deep in my ass. Facing away from him, my legs spread, my pussy exposed...
“My turn.”
Dakota took his time entering me from the front, making sure I wouldn’t be hurt. He was so big. So tall and wide and broad the whole thing seemed virtually impossible…
And yet here I was. Bouncing gently on Kyle’s cock as he held me up, one hand beneath each cheek of my ass. And Dakota, gliding his way inside me. Keeping my legs spread with his strong hands. Leaning forward to plant kisses all along my neck and shoulder, while the two of them rocked in and out of me.
Holy fuck.
I’d been taken by Jason and Ryan, and I felt like I’d brought them both home. But right here, right now, with Kyle and Dakota bringing me to new heights of simultaneous fulfillment?’
