“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Gina pipes up.
“Calm down over there, sweetheart, no need to get ruffled,” Earl drawls, smiling sweetly at Gina.
I can see Conor balling his fists out of the corner of my eye, and Neil’s grip on Flynn tightens as Flynn starts to step forward.
“This is private property, and we’re only going to ask you one more time to leave,” Neil spits out.
The jovial facade dissipates and Earl’s face twists into an ugly scowl.
“Look, you stupid foreign pricks, we tried to do this the easy way. Pack up your shit and move on, or we’re going to have a problem here.”
“Are you fucking threatening us?” Flynn asks, testing Neil’s grip as he takes another step toward the men.
Earl rolls his eyes and gets into Flynn’s face.
“You’re stupider than I thought if you have to ask,” he taunts. “So let me really spell it out for you: Give up, get out of town, or else.”
Neil grabs Flynn by the arms and tries to wrestle him to the ground. Barry and Cillian both tackle Conor, and the cacophony is deafening as they all shout at each other. For my part, I’m seething, but still under control. I’m about to yell over the sound and tell them to get out, when an ear-piercing whistle shatters the chaos.
Everyone stills and quiets, turning to look at the source of the sound.
Gina stands with her arms folded over her chest, eyes blazing.
“Gentlemen,” she says, addressing the Sanders brothers. “As someone who owns a shop with lots of expensive, commonly stolen items for sale, I’ve spent a lot of time becomin’ real friendly with the local police force. So I highly suggest y’all tuck your tails, and get out of here before I have to bring my friends here.”
She delivers the words with a heaping helping of Southern sweetness, but you’d have to be a fool not to sense the poison in all that sugar. And seeing her take charge like that further cements my newfound appreciation for her.
Virgil scoffs.
“You think we’re afraid of some mouthy little slut?”
This tips Neil over the breaking point and he releases Flynn, ready to bolt and swing himself. Keenan makes a grab for Flynn, who’s closest to the Sanders, while Cillian keeps Conor pinned. Barry catches Neil by the ankles and drags him down, and when he sees me sprinting his way, he swings a leg out to try and trip me.
The Sanders brothers scramble to their car, and I can hear them huffing and puffing all the way. They get into their car just as I get to them, and with a smug smirk, they peel off, spitting dirt and rocks in their wake. I pick up a larger rock and hurl it, knowing there’s not a chance in hell I’ll hit them, but needing to release a little frustration anyway.
The anticlimactic moment has us all still fizzling with anger for a long time afterwards. We throw ourselves back into work, silence smothering us all like wet wool. After a long time, Barry sighs.
“Guys, I think we should call it an early day,” he says.
Keenan and Cillian nod in agreement.
“We’re all pissed off and maybe we could all use a day to chill out.”
“Sure, you guys head on out,” I tell them. “We’ll take off in a few more minutes, I just want to finish this,” I gesture to the task in front of me.
The three of them take off, and Neil and Flynn start putting away their tools. Conor keeps working on his own task, and to my surprise, Gina does, too.
“Tying to get to a good stopping point?” I ask her conversationally.
She shrugs.
“With the shop closed so I can be here, I wouldn’t really know what to do with myself all day,” she admits.
The words tumble out of me before I can stop them.
“So you’d rather stay here and keep staring at us all day?”
Her cheeks turn bright red.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, too quickly.
“Oh, please. You’ve been eyeing us all like a starving animal all day,” Flynn pipes up behind her, his lips near her ear.
She turns and steps back, backing into me and falling into my chest. Her breath catches and she spins again.
“Just admit it,” I murmur, my arms keeping her tight against me. “You see something you like.”
She looks up at me with a mixture of defiance and desire in her face, but it melts away to submission and she sighs.
“And what if I do?” she asks, putting on a slightly sassy expression that makes me want to spank her.
She gives me a long, lingering up-and-down look, but then her gaze slips over each of my brothers, and I catch her drift. She wants us all. Or so she’s hinting.
I don’t think I believe her, though. After all of this back and forth, maybe she can tolerate us all now, but I can’t imagine Miss Priss really taking on four cocks at once.
But I don’t care. I’m the one holding her right now, so if anyone’s going to have her, I’m going to make fucking sure it’s me.
I take her chin in my hand and tip her face up towards mine before leaning in and pressing a kiss to those full, plush lips. I feel Gina stiffen for a moment before, to my utter shock, she melts into me, opening to me like a rose.
Now this feels like heaven.
Chapter Nine
Gina
What the fuck am I doing?
Noah’s lips on mine are smoldering, the kiss searing into me like a brand. The heat ripples through me, pooling between my legs and leaving me dripping wet. When he finally peels away from me, I’m breathless and shaking.
But my pride won’t let me show them the swooning damsel, so I force myself to take a deep breath and steady myself before turning to the others and raising an eyebrow.
“So,” I ask, more bravado in my tone than I actually feel, “Who’s next?”
I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly isn’t for Flynn to spin me around and press his lips to mine. He pulls me against him and I feel every hard inch of his body. And based on what I feel, every inch of him is definitely hard.
And I ache to feel him inside me. I can’t believe myself, but I can’t hold back anymore. The primal, carnal energy drawing me to them is too powerful for me to fight, and I don’t want to fight anymore. I want to give in to the screaming need of my body.
After what feels like an eternity of Flynn’s mouth on mine, I feel myself being tugged away. I look up into Conor’s face and barely have a moment to take a breath before he crashes his lips into mine.
The sensations washing over me are dizzying and overwhelming, and I clutch at him desperately, the fire in me rising.
I feel like every nerve in my body is alight with need. Conor’s hands slip down my waist and he cups my ass, making a little moan slip out of me. The thick ridge of his erection is pressed against my thigh and I timidly reach down to stroke it.
He groans and I feel the slight jerk of his hips, and it gives me a little rush of power. I start to unbutton his pants when suddenly I’m pulled away.
“What, I don’t get a turn?” Neil teases.
I smile sheepishly before standing on tiptoe and coiling my arms around his neck, kissing him and drawing his body close to mine. His kiss is the sweetest of the four, gentle, but with the same heat, keeping the fire inside me stoked and aching for them. His hands slip under the hem of my shirt, sliding in burning paths along my sides.
He pushes my shirt over my head before pressing his lips to my neck and I feel one of the others unhook my bra. A sudden pang of nervousness shoots through me as my clothes fall away, piece by piece.
I’m hyper-aware of every flaw and fear of rejection bubbles up in my throat. This is the first time in years anyone has seen me naked, and now suddenly I’m exposed four times over.
I open my eyes slowly, my heart pounding from a tumultuous mix of anxiety and desire, and my body is flooded with heat and relief when I see the ravenous lust on all four of their faces as they take in my curves.
Neil is the f
irst to break, though, leaning back in and trailing his mouth along my collarbone. My breath catches and cautiously, I reach out and start to unbutton his shirt.
Around me, I hear the sounds of belt buckles clinking to the ground and the whoosh of fabric being shed. While Noah, Flynn, and Conor strip, I peel off Neil’s clothes, the sculpted marble of his body under my hands making me tremble.
When I draw his massive cock out of his boxers, I suddenly wonder if I’m in over my head. A quick glance around reveals that his brothers are just as hung, and I’m more than a little intimidated.
But it’s hard to concentrate on my unease when Neil’s lips reach my breast and Conor’s hands cup my ass.
I reach down and grip as much of Neil’s prick in my hand as I can, but he’s definitely more than a handful. When Flynn passes me a condom, I wonder briefly if it’ll fit. I tear open the packet and roll the rubber down Neil’s shaft carefully. I can hear the tearing of packets around me and my excitement rises.
Conor slips his hand between my legs from behind me, his lips on the back of my neck, and his nimble fingers part my folds, exploring the damp and sensitive flesh.
A whimper escapes me and I reach out blindly to grip the wall, my legs beginning to tremble.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, his fingers still teasing me in slow, lazy circles. “You can’t wait to be packed full of our cocks, can you?”
I shake my head.
“No, I can’t wait, I can’t, I want it now,” I stammer breathlessly, gasping when his fingers brush over my clit.
He pulls his hand away slowly.
“Kneel down for me,” he demands.
I sink down to my knees, my legs shaking, and realize that I’m eye-level with Neil’s needy and waiting erection. I can’t help myself, I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head, giving him a hard suck and drawing a surprised groan from him.
“Fuck,” he runs his fingers through my hair and, emboldened, I slowly begin to take more of his dick into my mouth.
While I initially thought that I’d have to unhinge my jaw like a snake to accommodate his girth, I find I can take him deeper than I thought, sinking down nearly to the base of his cock before I have to let up.
I can feel the tension coiled in his body, the twitching of his hips, and I know he’s aching for more, but I can tell he’s forcing himself to be as still as possible. And that sweet little gesture, that patience, sets off this little twinge in my heart.
It spurs me on, and now that I’ve taken my moment to acclimate, I want to blow his mind. I bob my head along the length of his cock, my tongue swirling around the head in a way that makes him hiss in pleasure and dig his fingers lightly into my scalp, which sends prickles of delicious electricity down my spine.
I flick my gaze up at him, peering at him through my eyelashes, and the sight of his eyes blazing into mine while he’s awash in pleasure sends a thrill of power through me.
Flynn and Noah step forward, leaving me surrounded, and I feel Conor moving around behind me. Suddenly, an arm coils around my waist and tugs my hips up.
Conor slides beneath me, laying on the ground, and after a moment of adjustment, I’m straddling him while I continue to blow Neil. Conor teases my dripping slit with his cock and I grind my hips down against him, desperate for more.
He finally presses the head of his dick against my entrance and I’m trembling in anticipation as my head bobs along Neil’s length. He begins a long, slow slide into me and I cry out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans
Or you’re just fucking huge, I think.
But with Neil balls-deep in my throat, I’m forced to keep my thoughts to myself. I reach out and begin to stroke Flynn and Noah, not wanting them to feel neglected.
In some of my filthier fantasies, I’d imagined having all four of them inside me at once, in one way or another, filling up all of my holes, but I know in reality I’m not quite that ambitious yet.
I begin to alternate sucking the three of them off, while Conor sinks deep into my pussy, feeling amazing.
While I appreciate the condoms, and I’m again touched by the extra little gesture to make me feel secure, I’m a little disappointed that I don’t have the chance to fully taste and appreciate each one of them. I ride Conor’s dick and he grips my hips, thrusting up into me in rhythm with my gyrations.
Pleasure builds and it’s hard to concentrate on what I’m doing. I lose track of everything but the sensation, the rhythm of my hands and my mouth falling to pieces as my climax nears until finally I can’t hold back anymore and I have to let go and give into it. And when my orgasm hits, it hits with the force of a train.
My vision goes black and my ears ring, and I’m entirely awash in heat and ecstasy. It puts the last few years with my dinky little vibrator to shame. I don’t know how long I’m in that state of pure, swirling bliss.
It could be seconds, it could be hours, but when I finally come to, I’m surprised to find that I’m in no way sated.
Despite just experiencing the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, I need more.
Chapter Ten
Gina
Conor smirks up at me.
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” he laughs.
“I think it’s time for someone else to get a turn,” Flynn remarks, “Only fair that we each get a chance to make her scream.”
“True,” Conor admits reluctantly, clearly not wanting to relinquish the fun just yet as his gives a little twitch of his hips and makes me squeal.
I dismount off of him on legs that wobble like those of a newborn giraffe, and Flynn catches me and pulls me into his arms. He bends me over on hands and knees and I arch my back, giving him easy access to my eagerly waiting pussy.
He wastes no time in sliding into me, and I take in his huge cock easily now that I’m drenched in my own juices. Conor steps in front of me and I jump into the task of showing off my oral skills for him now, too, balancing on my hands while Flynn rails me.
I lose myself in pleasure and they all continue to trade places like this, fucking me until I’m screaming while I alternate which of the other three is fucking my mouth. I lose track of how many times they make me cum, tipping me over the cliff and sending me toppling into blinding pleasure over and over again.
And Noah is the first one who joins me in bliss. He’s taking a turn in my pussy and I’m deep-throating his twin when I feel his fingers dig hard into my hips as he surges forward. His groan of pleasure is loud enough to echo in the empty barn. I can feel the heat of his release, despite the condom, and the smug satisfaction of making him cum feels delicious and primal.
I want to make them all cum like this, I want to taste my name on their lips as I ride their cocks and make them see stars. When Noah pulls out and sits to the side to catch his breath, I grab Neil and drag him down to the floor with me.
Despite my shaking legs, I mount him easily and impale myself on his shaft, a low moan tumbling from me. They all feel so fucking good inside me, and I can’t seem to get enough. I’ve never felt like this before, free and wild and aching with this desperate need.
I bounce up and down on his cock, driving myself toward yet another climax while I work to get him off. He reaches up and cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let my head fall back, reeling in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my hips jerking and driving him deeper, “Touch me again,” I beg.
He obliges, rolling my nipples between his fingers in a way that sends heat flaring down my body. I feel the building pressure of another climax, and to my delight, Neil’s ragged bucking beneath me tells me that he’s as close as I am.
The two of us tip over the edge nearly in unison, my body careening down the roller coaster of bliss and my mind scattering to oblivion.
Two down, two to go, I think when I can collect a thought.
I roll off of Neil onto my back in the dirt, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
Flynn, to my surprise, kneels in front of me and parts my legs, wrapping them around his waist and gripping my hips. He buries his cock inside me to the hilt, setting off a sparkling shower of aftershocks. The pleasure makes me cry out and dig my nails into his flesh.
He bends down and kisses me, hard, and I coil my arms around him, keeping his body flush against mine and grinding my hips up into his, taking his cock deeper and deeper with every jerk of my hips.
The heat threatens to consume me, the pleasure so intense it edges on pain, and with his next thrust, I’m wracked by an orgasm that makes me shake.
My howls of release are muffled by the seal of his mouth on mine, but I know he feels me clamping around him like a vice. I can feel his cock stiffen and swell inside me as he blows his load and a smirk tugs at my lips.
Three for three. Just one left. I think to myself.
I’m nearly limp on the ground, my chest heaving as I try and catch my breath and recover. But the brothers are merciless, Flynn pulls out and Connor takes his place, hoisting my legs up around his waist and replacing his Flynn’s cock with his own.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?” Conor murmurs as he starts up a slow rhythm, his cock working in and out of me in a way that makes me ache.
I shake my head.
“I need more,” I whimper, “Faster, please.”
A wicked smirk crosses his face and he pulls his cock almost all the way out and stills. I wriggle in his grip, desperately seeking friction and trying to drive him deeper.
“I want to hear you beg again, baby,” Conor growls.
“Please,” I beg, breathless, desperate, “Please, fuck me, Conor, I need your cock, please!” My whimpering pleas crescendo to a high-pitched whimper I didn’t even know I was capable of, but his teasing is making my head spin and I need more.
His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep inside and making me scream.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry, “Yes, just like that, more, please, oh please, don’t stop,” my words turn into a stream of barely coherent gasps as he begins to oblige me, slamming into me over and over, faster and faster.
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