by Mina Thorne
I fumbled with theirs too, all three of them, loosening the drawstring on their leather pants and letting them fall to the ground.
Each one stepped out gracefully and I felt three throbbing dicks slap my stomach, hips and butt as they sprung out.
I reached down and grabbed Whitt’s and Rome’s, admiring how thick and long they were…not at all like Mason’s sad little knob.
Barrett broke our kiss and cupped my face in his hands again, I loved it when he did that…he made me feel so precious and loved. “Let me get the lights,” he said and kissed the tip of my nose. “You’re so perfect, Steph.”
“You’re not bad yourself,” I grinned. “Get those lights off and then get the rest of your clothes off, guys.”
They obeyed, that was the craziest part of the whole night, how they listened to and obeyed my every word.
Back in California I had been so timid and almost afraid to express any preference to guys like Josh or Tyrell, but here I was slowly becoming in charge. I was evolving into a bad bitch and it was fucking awesome.
I stripped the last of my Daenerys Targaryen costume off and stood naked in front of them. I began to unbraid my hair and they watched in the low light of my bedside lamps, in the mellow glow. I could see the light reflecting in their eyes, sparking with desire and hot with hunger.
“Come here,” I said and swayed slowly to the deep bass beat from the party below. “I want to feel you touching me, your bodies on me now that we’re naked.”
“God, babe, you’re so hot,” Whitt groaned and practically ran to my side. Rome and Barrett joined him.
“You are a beautiful girl, Steph,” Rome said in my ear. He nibbled the lobe and I sucked in a breath. “I want to taste you, I need to fucking taste you.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed my thighs. He looked up at me and his eyes were blazing as he kissed his way to my soaking, hot cleft.
He licked slowly, carefully, and pushed my thighs apart to expose my wetness.
“Good girl,” Barrett said and kissed my neck, brushing my loosened hair out of the way. “Let him lick your pussy, babe. Let him suck your clit and make you come.”
“Fuck,” Whitt said with a low growl. He lifted his hand and cupped the back of my neck, looked into my eyes as Rome’s tongue slid across my slit and he kissed me hard.
Rome pushed his tongue farther and opened me up, sliding across my swollen clit until I groaned on Whitt’s tongue.
Barrett moved behind me and kept kissing and licking the back of my neck, the sensations coming from everywhere was intense and insane. I felt like my head was too light for my body, like I wanted to faint from the bliss rolling over me.
Barrett made a motion and I heard him put on a condom. I didn’t even know where it came from, but he tossed the wrapper to the floor and pressed himself against my from behind again.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he rasped in my ear. “I’m going fill you up while Rome sucks your clit.”
“Oh god,” I groaned on Whitt’s tongue. His mouth was moving against mine and his body was tightly coiled, like he could come at any moment. He wanted to come, I could tell by his hard dick pressing into my hip.
Barrett bent his knees and lowered the head of his dick enough to press against my entrance from behind. I gasped as he stretched my tight pussy wide and slipped inside, all while Rome’s mouth sucked my clit and Whitt’s tongue swirled in a seemingly endless pattern around mine.
I tried to hang on and enjoy every second of every touch and sensation that was washing over me, but it was so much…it was too much. When Barrett started to thrust, my feet almost came off the floor as he slid into me over and over, Rome’s mouth was sucking me down below and Whitt was kissing me hard and hungry.
I didn’t hang on for long even though I tried, I thought I was going to lose my mind as a whirlwind of pleasure swirled around my body and exploded in my mind in a burst of light and color that made me gasp and moan.
I cried out at last, thankful that the music downstairs was still loud enough that it would cover the sound of my orgasm.
“That’s right, come for us, Steph,” Barrett said into my ear, his breath was hot and heavy in my ear. “Come for us, beautiful girl.”
Whitt kissed my other ear and nibbled the lobe as I let it all consume me, burn me up with sensual bliss, and pull me back together under their attentions.
I shuddered another knee trembling orgasm and finished by moaning and sighing until Barrett tensed up and had his own finale deep inside of me.
When we finished, Rome licked my inner thigh and stood up in front of me. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his tongue, and it all felt so surreal it was if my mind had become untethered from reality.
Was this really happening?
Was I spending the night with all three of my boys, right here in my bedroom?
“Let’s get you to bed, you seem weak,” Whitt said and hooked his hand in my arm to steady me.
“I can’t imagine why your legs would be jello,” Barrett chuckled and did the same.
They helped me to the bed and we spent a couple more hours wrapped in each other’s limbs, our sex and love joining together until I could barely tell where one boy’s body ended and the next one started.
Light forced itself through the cracks on the sides of my black out curtains by the time we finally fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied.
And I could say I was no longer sexually boring, I had caught up to Maddy and Brie and then some.
I couldn’t wait to wake up and tell them everything.
The way it had all gone down at the club and the way it had unfolded at our house.
But before I even thought about that, I needed sleep.
I didn’t know what time it was when the yelling started.
We were still on the bed, blankets and limbs tangled and splayed everywhere across my huge mattress, sleeping soundly when it began.
I heard it somewhere in the dream I was having but it got loud enough and persisted to the point that I couldn’t ignore it.
I woke up.
My boys were waking up too, stirring on the bed next to me and I thought maybe I had been imagining it because the noise had stopped.
“What’s going on?” Whitt asked in the darkness.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “It might have been a false alarm.”
And another shriek tore through the house and shattered my ear drums.
“Oh shit, are your parents going to kill us?” Rome asked and sat up. “We should go help clean up after the party.”
“The staff is probably already on it,” Barrett said. “I’ve had bangers before and it’s taken care of before I get up.”
“Then what’s going on?” I asked.
I tried to make out what was being yelled and who was doing the yelling, but the voices were just male and female and that’s all I got.
“What time is it?” Rome asked and sat up in bed.
Barrett fumbled for his phone and the light brightened the dark room. “It’s almost one in the afternoon. Shit, we should get up and find out what’s happening.”
“Is it Elaine and Dad?” I asked.
“Could be,” Barrett replied.
The four of us extricated ourselves from the blankets and stood awkwardly next to my bed. I didn’t know what post foursome etiquette was, nobody had ever covered that in any sex ed class I’d taken.
So I went to each one of my boys and kissed him while throwing my arms around their necks. I loved each one of them for being so different and yet so similar…and each one fulfilled some need that I had.
I had the perfect balance with three guys, and last night had been intensely fun, but I didn’t see it happening as a regular kind of thing.
I was enough just knowing I could have them all if I wanted.
They headed down the hall to Barrett’s room where they’d left their clothes, and I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie without showeri
ng so I could find out what the hell was going on and who was doing all the screaming downstairs.
Last night had been my fantasy come true, and now it was time to go face reality.
Chapter 57
“You look cute,” Rome said with a grin when he saw me. He did too, he was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, nothing special, but he was so fucking hot I could hardly believe I’d been riding him like a beast just a few hours previous.
“Thanks,” I said and stood on tippy toes to kiss him quickly. “Sorry about the noise, my family is a little fucked up. I think it’s my father and my stepmom.”
“The one from last night?” Rome asked.
“That’s the one,” Whitt said and joined us. He was also fucking hot in sweat pants and a tee shirt. I had the urge to strip both of them right then and there and drag them back into my room so we could hide out from reality for a while.
“Okay, let’s go see what the crazy bitch is up to,” Barrett said, strolling out wearing baggy pants and a Westview Academy hoodie. Fuck, what a lucky bitch I was…he was also gorgeous and he was also mine.
Barrett was my brooding moody asshole, Whitt was more laid back than him, and Rome was my happy boy with good humor and an easy personality.
It was funny that they all seemed to take direction from me, but Whitt and Rome also seemed to take direction from Barrett.
What a strange relationship I’d gotten myself into, how bizarrely perfect it was just for me.
Barrett knocked on Roland’s door before we went downstairs to the fighting, he appeared with messy hair and a grin on his face.
“Give us five,” he said and nodded back towards his bed. “We just woke up.”
“Catch us downstairs,” Barrett told him and we kept going.
The closer we got to the kitchen, the louder it got. I was pleased to note that Barrett had been right, the disaster caused by last night’s party was all cleared up. Everything looked great as we passed through.
And it was Elaine screaming up a storm at Dad.
“You fucking kissed her though, she’s fucking fired! You kissed her! That whore!” Elaine screamed.
“We were both drunk,” Dad said and I could hear the pleading in his voice. It angered me, knowing what Elaine had been up to and how she was manipulating my dad over something he’d done. “I know it’s no excuse, but it was just a kiss.”
I heard the sounds of smashing dishes and Dad trying desperately to calm her down.
We walked into the kitchen to find a disaster.
It looked like a hurricane had hit the place, there were dishes thrown on the floor, some smashed and broken. A jar of what looked like jam had been shattered against the far wall and was oozing slowly down, leaving red in its wake.
Elaine had tipped over a bowl of flour and the counter was white with it, powder was everywhere.
“What’s going on in here?” Barrett demanded and Elaine turned her head to look at him with blazing eyes.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my stupidest son and his loser friends,” Elaine snarled. “Are you even allowed to wear that hoodie now that you’ve been kicked out of the school?”
“He wasn’t kicked out, and with a tutor that’s working on his specific learning disabilities, Barrett is excelling on his own!” I blurted with rage fueling my words. “You’re the only reason he failed so many years in a row, you and your stupid pride.”
“Oh, the little slut speaks,” Elaine said, turning to me. Her eyes burned with a fury I felt. “Shouldn’t you be back in California earning your keep on your back like your mother?”
“Fuck you,” I spat. “You want to talk about slutty and on your back? How about on your knees, Elaine? Or did you already forget about last night?”
It was as if she had, and all at once remembered. Her face blanched white and she said, “Well, we don’t need to talk about that right now.”
“Talk about what?” Dad asked. “What happened last night?”
“Whitt, can you get the video?” I asked and maintained eye contact with Elaine as I took his phone. She seemed like she was going to run away, or pick up a knife and stab me with it or faint.
Or possibly all three.
I was about to hit play on the video when Elaine’s demeanor completely changed. She immediately softened and moved to my dad’s side, purring and rubbing against him like a cat.
“David, why don’t we go talk about this somewhere private?” she said in a sexy, low voice. I noticed she was letting her accent come through more than usual, making her seem sexier and attractive. It was strange watching the transformation.
“I’d like to see what Stephanie is talking about,” Dad said, looking at me, but I could see his resolve weaken as Elaine’s perfectly manicured hand ran up the front of his shirt and between the buttons to his chest.
“I think we’ve both done some things we regret, but if we can go talk about it I’ll forgive you for kissing Kit,” she said.
“You kissed Kit?” I asked and smirked. “I knew you were hot for her. I mean, it was gross, watching my own father lusting after our pretty personal assistant, but I totally saw it.”
I hadn’t ever seen a connection between them, but I wanted to get Elaine riled up.
Behind me I heard Roland snicker, so at least he wasn’t going to miss the good stuff.
Elaine’s eyes flashed in anger and she stiffened up.
“He did not, he never has,” she snarled. “Kit took advantage of him last night.”
“Why? Because Dad was drunk and alone while you were off taking advantage of a teenage boy?” I asked and held up the phone again.
“Don’t you dare,” Elaine hissed. “If you press play, you can get out of my house. You’re gone! Go back to California with your whore mother!”
And any sympathy I might have felt for Elaine disappeared again and I hit play.
Dad pulled himself out of Elaine’s arms and watched the video as he walked towards me slowly, as if in a trance.
On the video Whitt had caught the whole thing, Elaine on her knees in front of Mason, slurping away like a whore.
It wasn’t the dramatic gotcha moment I’d hoped for with Taylor, but it was a good one. Elaine was cheating on him with a teenager, that had to hurt his ego.
“What is this?” he asked and turned back to Elaine. “Can you explain yourself?”
“He forced me!” she cried out. “Oh god, David, I didn’t know what to do. He made me do it!”
“He made you get on your knees and happily suck his dick?” Dad asked and took the phone from my hands. “He made you? This looks pretty fucking willing to me, darling.”
“You can get out,” Elaine said suddenly, her blazing eyes locking on mine. “You can get the fuck out of my house.”
“Uh, I believe you mean my house,” Dad said and scowled as he looked down at the phone and watched the video again. “You can get out, Elaine.”
“David, no!” she wailed and slammed her hand on the countertop. “You can’t do this to me!”
“I can do anything I want,” he said in an even tone. Then he turned to Barrett and Roland and added, “You boys are welcome to stay, of course.”
“Thanks, that means a lot,” Roland said and turned to Elaine. “I think I will stay. I know you’re my mother and I love you, Elena, but you need to get your life together before I’ll let you back into mine.”
“Same here, mother,” Barrett told Elaine. “You’ve fucked up so much that I didn’t even realize you were hell bent on ruining my life until Steph came along.”
He gave me a smile at that point that warmed my heart and brought me closer to him. I’d done something for him as much as he’d done something for me.
And I didn’t mean just sex, as in introducing me to a world of hotness and…my god, he made me horny.
I was talking about my confidence. At first Barrett had chipped away at it, and leaving me after our first time had plummeted me into a depressed fugue state that had color
ed everything grey.
Until Whitt, but then Whitt’s actions had been another blow to my psyche and hurt me deep.
But through all that, the two of them coming back and begging for forgiveness, I’d found my own strength.
The strength to realize that I wanted the three of them. Maybe not all at once all the time like last night, but the way we’d been handling things. Where I would date them individually and sometimes hang out with them as a group.
I liked it, through my trials and tribulations with Barrett initially, I’d discovered that about myself.
And I appreciated him for it.
Barrett kept going though. “Steph showed me how I wasn’t stupid, I wasn’t a failure. Now that David helped me get a tutor, my grades are climbing and I don’t feel like trash. If you want to be my mother, then you need to get your life together like Roland said. I’ll always love you, but I don’t have to support you.”
Elaine looked human for once, almost the first time since I’d met her. Her face collapsed, her body sagged and sorrow practically rolled off her as she released her grip on the image she was desperate to portray.
“If you all feel like that,” she said quietly and I felt for her. My heart hurt for the pain she was obviously feeling. “I’ll pack my things and get a room at the Hilton while we figure this all out.”
I fought the urge to reach out and hug her when she passed by, but thought better of it.
Partly because I didn’t want her to think it meant that I wanted her stay.
And partly because of the dark and terrible look she gave me as she looked my way.
Chapter 58
“Are you okay?” I asked Barrett and Roland after Elaine left.
Dad had gone straight upstairs to his room once he’d helped pack Elaine’s Mercedes G Class SUV with assorted luggage, hat boxes, purse dust bags and jewelry.
I felt bad for him too, but suspected he needed this time alone to process his feelings. We weren’t exactly the touchy feely type of family, we hadn’t established that sort of relationship.
