by K. M. Raya
After a quick dinner of pasta and breadsticks which I devoured like a starving hyena, I volunteer to clean up the dishes while the guys disperse to do whatever it is they do in their free time. Cap spends most of his time in the office doing paperwork, but I’ve never really asked him what it’s all about. He’s our finance guy—the one who makes sure we can afford a roof over our heads. Surprisingly, we’ve never struggled for money all these months. I was worried, after we fled the country, that we’d be stranded. Personally, I wouldn't have known what to do with myself. I’ve always had money and have never had to worry about where my next meal might come from. When I ask Cap about things like that, though, he just smiles and tells me he’s got it handled. Sounds sketchy, but as long as I don’t have to worry about it, I’m golden. Also, who am I to judge him for keeping secrets… I’ve got enough of my own to worry about.
I’m elbows deep in suds when arms wrap around my waist and hot breath washes over the skin of my neck. A chin lands on my shoulder. I catch a whiff of sandalwood and leather—telling me it’s Carter, making me smile as his tongue slips out to taste my shoulder followed by light kisses. “You up for a movie?” he asks against my skin softly.
“As long as it's not The Godfather for the hundredth time.” I roll my eyes. The guys seem to get a kick out of watching mafia movies and TV shows. “I swear, if I’m forced to watch another episode of the fucking Sopranos I’m gonna stab my eyeballs out with a spoon.”
He chuckles. I turn to the side and smile, placing a small kiss on his plump lips. His pale hair is a mess now that he’s removed from that man-bun, making me want to brush it out of his face, but I can’t without soaking him in bubbles.
“You just don’t appreciate irony enough, babe,” he teases.
I raise an eyebrow at his audacity. Not caring anymore about soapy hands since he’s picking fun at me, I twist around in his arms and smack his shoulder—soaking his shirt though with warm water. “Can’t we be normal teenagers for once and watch Harry Potter or something?” I sound like a teenager. Sometimes I forget that I still am one.
Rolling his bottom lip into a pitiful pout, he grumbles, “Normal is so overrated and boring.”
Stepping back, I fold my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes. “Maybe to you, but I never got the chance to do that shit. We didn’t even have a TV at boarding school. Maybe boring is what we need for once.”
“Tell you what,” he concedes, running his fingers up my bare arms. The sink is still on behind me and a mountain of dishes is still unfinished, but Carter’s managed to snag all my attention like he always does. “I’ll binge all eight movies with you if you’ll sleep in my bed for the rest of the week.” He smirks evilly.
I kiss his lips quickly before nudging him out of my way. “For someone who isn’t a fan of Harry Potter, you seem pretty sure about how many movies are out.” I smirk.
“Shut up—” he sighs before spinning me around again and capturing my lips with his. His hands travel from my arms to my back, up and under my shirt—his fingertips skimming over my spine. “C’mon, the dishes can wait a little longer.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” I say, pulling away. I shut the water off and follow him into the next room where the others are already waiting.
Ellis lounges on the longer couch reading one of my paperbacks. I squint my eyes, trying to read the title, but all I can make out is the picture of a tanned male chest, glistening in what looks like the light of a setting sun. I chuckle, causing El to snap his eyes to mine. A smile tugs at his lips when he sees what I’m looking at. “Enjoying that? I know I did.” I wink.
His eyebrow goes up, piercing and all. “You getting your kicks elsewhere, baby girl?” he asks. “Maybe we need to up our game, boys, if she’s more interested in…” he frowns. “What do you call them again—book daddies?”
A bark of laughter erupts from my lips before I manage to stifle a round of infectious guffaws. “You mean book boyfriends?”
He snaps his fingers. “Yeah, that’s it. You gonna replace me with Fabio, babe?”
I pretend to ponder it, but in seconds, a paperback book sails through the air straight at my face. I duck but manage to reach out and snag it before it can land in the fireplace. Frowning at Ellis, I stroke the spine of my precious smut novel. “How dare you—” I hiss.
Carter comes up behind me, scooping me into his arms as I yelp. His lips touch my forehead as he makes his way over to the other sofa and settles us both onto it. Captain fiddles with the remote and to my surprise, the Harry Potter logo fills the screen, along with that familiar opening chime that never fails to make my whole body relax. I smile to myself, utterly satisfied.
The lights are dim already and a fire blazes in the corner fireplace. Our apartment is actually pretty nice compared to some of the small ones we’d looked at on the other side of town. Before I found out we were still in good financial standing, I feared we’d end up in low income housing or something, but after three nights in a hotel, Cap found us this little townhome by the bay that fits us all nicely.
We’re halfway through the Sorcerer's Stone, when I feel Carter’s fingers creeping over my stomach beneath the woolen blanket that covers us. I’m only wearing a t-shirt, so it takes no effort at all for him to feel everything. My heart rate picks up when his palm cups my bare breast—kneading at my puckered flesh and pinching lightly on my nipple. I’m positioned in front of him on our massive couch, basically in his lap with his arms around me. His hand dips, leaving my breast aching and my core pulsing with need.
He brushes my center, teasing me with the lightness of his touch, but I’m already soaking wet. He slips a single digit inside me, and it takes everything I have to stifle a deep moan. Removing his finger, he uses my wetness to rub back and forth, slipping through my lips. The calluses on his fingertips feel like heaven when he starts making circles around my swollen clit. I feel the need to thrust into him, but I have to hold myself back. He presses on my clit, making me stifle another moan by pulling the blanket up to my face.
I feel his body rumble behind me. He’s amused by my predicament, but I know he doesn’t give any shits if the other guys see or hear us. Carter’s always been into that sort of thing. Sharing is caring in his opinion, and I’ve never seen any reason to argue. He slips three fingers inside me at once, his palm smacking my clit as he fucks me with his hand. Suddenly, I'm no longer trying to be quiet. I don’t give a shit anymore, the zings of pleasure rolling though my body are too much to contain. He slams his fingers in and out—so fast that it’s all I can do not to scream. Our wet slaps of skin fill the room. I crack my eyes open, only to find the rest of the guys watching us with rapt attention—the movie forgotten entirely.
Their hungry eyes on me only makes me moan louder. I remember the first time we did this. The first time they watched me fuck Ellis was like opening up a whole new world for me. I never knew I’d be the type of girl to enjoy an audience, but something about the way these men salivate over me and only me makes me feel fucking powerful. Carter and I let the blanket fall off the couch, exposing my body to the rest of the guys. My skin glows in the flickering firelight, and the room is filled with the sound of my moans accompanied by the crackling of the logs.
Closing my eyes, I let my head rest back on his shoulder and Carter works me harder with his fingers. My hips roll, riding them without a care in the world—feeling his heart race at my back. I hear movement from somewhere in the room, but I don’t bother to look. Carter adjusts us a little, scooting me up his body as I feel the couch dip to my right. A hand touches the bare skin of my stomach, and I know it’s one of the other guys because Carter still has one hand inside me and the other bracing me against his body. The fingers glide up my shirt, pinching my nipple and rolling it between his fingertips. I hear a quiet curse, recognizing Captain’s soft whisper.
I crack my eyes open, rolling me head to the side and meeting Cap’s golden gaze as he worships me with his eyes. He licks his lips,
as if savoring the meal to come, and it almost makes me lose it right here and now. I can feel myself coming closer to the edge. Any time now I’ll break apart and shatter right here on Carter’s lap. His nimble fingers never stop working me, knowing I won’t be able to take much more.
Captain lowers his head, not caring if he’s invading Carter’s space—but that’s just how my guys are. They work as a unit in all things. His warm lips clamp around my nipple and I moan as his tongue swirls around it, sucking in before releasing with a pop. I hear another moan from somewhere nearby. Looking over, I see Ellis on the couch across from us, dick in hand as he rubs himself up and down slowly. His grey eyes are dark as he focuses on Carter’s fingers moving in and out of me with soft, wet slaps. He sucks in his lips ring, pumping a little faster now that our eyes have met. I look to Holden next, who—much like Ellis, also has his cock out. He strokes himself leisurely with a small smirk on his face. His long hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, probably because he’s the closest one to the fireplace, but a sheen of perspiration covers his exposed torso, making him glow golden in the darkness.
The sight of my men at the height of pleasure is a gift for the eyes—something I wish could be captured by a world-famous painter. The way they look right now needs to be immortalized for all eternity in my opinion. I focus again on Cap as he kneels on the sofa next to Carter and me. His cock is out now too, and he strokes it softly. I wet my lips as I stare at his hard length—so thick and long that it makes my core pulse around Carter’s fingers. Carter must feel it because he thrusts his hips slightly and groans in my ear. Reaching out, I grasp Cap’s cock in my hand and start to tug. He lets his own hands fall, dropping his head back as I close my lips around the swollen head, sucking in and swirling my tongue around the soft skin. He moans at the ceiling and I hear Ellis mutter a curse from across the room.
Sucking in deeper, I let Cap hit the back of my throat before pulling back and pumping with my hand. His hips start to move, fucking my face softly while small, worshipful curses fall from his lips. Carter removes his fingers from my center, but before I have the chance to complain, I feel another presence coming closer. Turning my head, I continue to pump Cap with my right hand, but I watch in fascination and anticipation as Ellis settles himself between my legs. He’s tall enough that even on his knees, his dick lines up perfectly with my center. Carter adjusts me closer to the edge of the couch, and before I know it, Ellis is slipping inside me. He fills me up until I’m stretched wide. A pleasant shudder courses though my body. Carter’s hands now roam my torso, tracing my tattoo with his fingertips before reaching up and lifting my shirt over my head until I’m completely naked on his lap.
His palms move to cup my breasts, once again kneading my sensitive flesh. I’m writhing in pleasure now—unsure how my mind is supposed to wrap itself around this amount of agonizing ecstasy. Ellis slams into me faster, hooking his massive arms beneath my knees and lifting my legs into the air. His cock hits me in all the right places, making me cry out once again—probably pissing off the neighbors. Cap reaches out, turning my head back to him and I take his dick in my mouth, savoring the salty flavor of him as he fucks into my face. His hand grips my hair, forcing my head to stay in place as he gets closer and closer.
Ellis curses, and I suddenly feel warmth spurting into me and dripping down my thighs. He pulls himself free, and I lament the aching emptiness he leaves behind, but it’s short lived because soon, I feel another hard length sliding into that empty space. I know it’s Holden, just from the feel of him. He fits perfectly, angling slightly upwards and hitting that spot deep inside of me that has me seeing stars. He doesn’t hold back before fucking into me relentlessly. My hips lift from Carter's lap and I don’t fight it, knowing what’s about to happen next. His strong arms hold me aloft while Ellis comes around to free Carter from his pants. A hot blush spreads over my face at the thought of Ellis’ strong fingers wrapped around Carter’s cock.
It only lasts a second though, before I feel my pussy being stretched impossibly wide. Carter lines himself up and enters me alongside Holden until I now have two men inside of me at once. They both groan and curse as I settle around them, swiveling my hips and begging for more. You’d think it would hurt, to be filled so completely, but that’s just another myth men like to spread about women they think are ‘loose’. The truth is, if you get a woman wet and ready enough, our bodies are resilient and plenty able to accommodate a penis or two without doing damage. You’re not that special, guys.
My guys, however, feel amazing inside me, and I have to wonder how it feels on their end as well. I tremble, knowing they are rubbing against one another with every thrust. I never thought I’d be into something like that, but I feel myself climbing towards that edge faster and faster. Ellis has his hands on my hips, even after he’s spent. He guides my hips up and down on his friend’s dicks. I suck faster and harder on Cap until I can feel him lengthening in my mouth. He groans deep and long, before exploding down my throat. This is yet another thing I never thought I’d be alright with, but as I drink him down, I feel nothing but utter satisfaction at the fact that I was able to bring this beautiful angel of a man to ecstasy with only my mouth.
The other’s move erratically now and I can feel Carter’s body shuddering beneath me. With long, drawn out moans and groans and curses, both men come hard inside of me, filling me up with liquid heat until I’m shattering right alongside them. Pulses of white-hot pleasure lick over my skin and fill my veins with fire. I scream—a guttural sound that tapers off into small whimpers when my men begin to slow and soften.
When they pull out, Carter shifts under me, moving me off his body until I’m settled into the couch cushion. My body is lethargic and weightless as I wait for Ellis to bring me a warm washcloth. He emerges from the kitchen and cleans me up as I fight not to doze off. Strong arms sweep me up and off the couch, but my eyes are starting to fall shut. “Let’s get you ready for bed,” Carter whispers in my ear as he marches us down the hallway. We make a pit stop at the bathroom—because cleanliness, before Carter plops me down on my mattress. I don’t even fight him on it. I know I promised I’d sleep in his bed for a week, but before I can say a thing, he’s joining me—followed soon after by Captain, who crawls up the bed on my other side.
Contentment and rightness settle over me. For the first time in a while, I let myself close my eyes without my usual anxiety filling me up. I’m simply in the moment, wrapped in a perfect cocoon of warmth and strength as we all manage to fall asleep within seconds.
Angel
I feel a vibration, making my breath catch and my eyes pop open. Glancing to the side, I watch as Carter’s chest rises and falls steadily, telling me he’s still sound asleep. Cap’s face is buried in my pillow as he snores, his silvery white hair looks disheveled. I smile for a second as I watch them, but I know I need to deal with this before they wake up.
Guiltily, I lift the covers and slide out of bed without making a noise. I silently thank the gods for memory foam mattresses. Squatting down to the floor, I curse myself for being such a fucking rookie and forgetting to turn the damn thing off. My hand glides between the small space separating the mattress and the platform. Fumbling around, I find what I’m looking for. Pulling the small flip phone from its hiding place, I hurry my way through dressing in a pair of dark grey joggers and a loose black t-shirt. Forgoing my sweater and shoes, I head downstairs on my tip-toes, hoping I’m the only one still awake at this hour.
It’s three in the morning and freezing outside as I step out into the parking lot of the small apartment complex we’ve been living in for six months. It’s a nice place on the good part of town, but it doesn’t stop my eyes from automatically roaming over the area—looking for something amiss. As of right now, everything looks normal, so I pull the phone out and flip it open. Six missed calls from ‘Unknown.’ Heart thumping wildly, I take a few deep inhales of frosty air before dialing a number I know by heart. My throat is thick, and
my mind is spinning with wild ideas. The phone rings three times before it’s answered.
“Angel?” comes a small, whispered voice on the other end. Something in me settles. “Is it you, bella?” Mama asks softly. My heart squeezes at the nickname—her love and affection covering my chilled skin like the warmest blanket. Her accent is thick and familiar, making me long for her warm hugs and soft smiles. It’s been a year since I’ve seen Mama and six months since I thought I’d never speak to her again. Six months since she told me to run and never look back.
“It’s me, Mama,” I whisper, though there’s nobody around to hear me. “Is everything okay? Its late…” She normally calls me late at night, but it’s always scheduled. I told her in the beginning, when I first found a way to get ahold of her, that it needed to be kept only between us. The guys just couldn’t know without putting them in danger.
Mama sighs and there’s some rustling over the line before she answers. “There’s been talk…” she whispers hesitantly. “He’s looking harder, baby. He hasn’t forgotten, and I fear what he’ll do next. You know your Papa. He does not take kindly to looking like a fool.”
Chills race over my skin that has nothing to do with the near freezing temperature of the cold Canada air. I knew he’d never give up. His pride won’t allow it. “Mama, is he hurting you?” She’s quiet for too long and my heart drops to my stomach. “Answer me, is Papa hurting you because of what I did?” I feel sick. I don’t know what I’d do if I were the cause of Mama’s pain. “You have to tell me—”
“Don’t you worry about me; your old Mama is a lot stronger than you give me credit for…”
Hissing, I curse loudly enough for me to look around sharply, hoping I didn’t wake anyone. I turn towards the cement wall, cupping the speaker with a cold, shaking palm. “I’ll kill him—” I promise under my breath. And I mean it. I’ll kill him if he lays a single unkind finger on my Mama.
