“No, Krista, we don’t want you to do that. We want you to enjoy this,” Brax replied quietly. She glanced up at him in surprise and she saw the intensity of his look. His face was so different from the others, she believed him.
“Speak for yourself,” Max grumbled. Then remorse filled his expression. “It’s not that I don’t want you to enjoy it, but damn it, seeing you like this has my cock so hard it’s killing me.”
Krista swallowed around the lump in her throat. I just hope it doesn’t hurt. She tasted blood from where she’d worn the skin raw on her lower lip.
Jared was the first to move. He sat down on the couch next to her. “Can I touch you?” he asked.
She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just nodded. Jared’s hand slowly began to caress her back. Light strokes skimmed her body so gently that his soft touch caused her to relax a little. With the eyes of so many men on her, she couldn’t enjoy the tender caress as much as she might have in private.
“Your skin is really soft.” Jared’s voice sounded strained. He began brushing the hair off her forehead. “Can I unhook your bra?”
Krista jumped. The question took her by surprise, which was ridiculous, but still the query shocked her inexperienced sensibilities. She gave him a single, tense nod. She heard the subtle sound of the stays unhooking as he pushed the small hooks apart one-by-one. Jared was infinitely tender as he pushed the lace straps off her shoulders and arms. The insignificant bit of fabric fell to the floor unceremoniously. She heard a moan and a gasp from the group of men, but she wasn’t sure which ones had made the noises.
Krista managed to look at Jared. His reverent gaze made her flinch; no one had ever looked at her like that before. Prickles tingled inside her core. The first hint of excitement caused her heart to pound. Jared leaned close to her and placed a delicate kiss on her shoulder. He sat up and looked into her eyes. “You have beautiful breasts. May I touch them?”
Her heart was beating so ferociously it hurt. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t nod. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for such an intimate touch. Her back was one thing, but her breasts were entirely different. She cleared her throat. “Start slow,” she uttered quietly.
Another groan came from the voyeuristic group still huddled in the doorway. She heard the cracking sound of one of the men hitting the groaner. “Quiet,” Max commanded in a loud whisper.
Krista’s cheeks were burning again. She refused to let herself look at the other men and focused her attention on Jared.
“Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?” He tilted her chin so that she’d look into his eyes. “I want you to like what I’m doing. If you don’t, I will stop.”
Her lips pressed together tightly and she nodded, holding her breath. His fingers skimmed the flesh of her nipple so lightly she wondered if she’d imagined his touch. Then he pressed the pads of this thumbs against her skin with more pressure. She groaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jared asked quickly.
“No,” she croaked out the word with effort.
He gave her a small smile and knelt on the plush carpet in front of her. His precise movements and quiet voice reminded her of someone trying to tame an animal. Am I becoming a tamed creature, a wild thing that needs to be broken for them to ride? Before she could let her mind go to some place dark, Jared’s voice interrupted her introspection.
“Thank you for letting me touch your breasts. Can I kiss them?”
Once again, the escalation of his actions caused her a moment of panic. This time she glanced at the group standing in the doorway. They were still dressed, but she could see the evidence of their erections in the bulges of their pants and the hungry looks in their eyes. She turned her attention back to Jared, who was gazing at her anxiously. Reaching out, she touched his face softly. “Okay,” she whispered, then took a deep breath, which she held.
He took her small breasts into his hands, and this thumbs swirled around the areolas and nipples gently. The sensation built inside of her and she let go of the breath she was holding. When he leaned forward and placed his lips very softly against her left nipple, she gasped, and then he sucked it into his mouth. She felt the hot wetness against her skin, and as he suckled, he varied the pressure until she cried out again. She looked down, watching his face pressed to her chest. His eyes remained closed, and she reached out to trace his eyelids softly. She ran her fingers over his cheekbones and finally allowed her hands to come to rest on his shoulders. He began tweaking her other nipple with his fingers. Krista closed her eyes and a quiet, albeit slightly primitive, noise issued from her.
She felt heat and her body seemed to hum with need. She realized she wanted more and liked the sensation. “Jared, you’re wearing too much clothing,” Krista told him, and she could hear the huskiness in her own voice. He glanced up at her and she saw surprise in his eyes.
He pulled away. “Are you sure?”
Shyly, she looked at him through the veil of her eyelashes. “Yes,” Krista whispered.
He stood and took off his shirt without finesse. Then he paused and glanced at the group of waiting men. Damon gave him a nod of encouragement. The younger man flushed very red. “I’d feel better if I wasn’t the only naked man in the room.” His hands went to his fly.
The others shifted uncomfortable. They all looked at Krista.
“Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say. The sound and sight of the men disrobing made her breath catch and she stared at the group, transfixed by the image. DeAnthony’s body was lean and muscular. His dark skin was flawless, and he had the least amount of body hair. Jared was thin, lacking DeAnthony’s muscle tone, but she didn’t find him unappealing. His chest and arms, except for a sprinkle of freckles, were very pale. Her eyes scanned for Braxton, for some reason she wanted to see him naked most of all. She tucked the factoid away in the back of her brain for later examination, when she could think clearly again, but searched for him now.
Her eyes caught his and he paused. They just held the silent communication for a moment before he straightened and stepped around the others who were still shedding clothing. Brax’s penis stood erect; she liked how he looked without his clothes on. His body was hard and he had natural definition to his muscles. She noticed a dark birthmark on his abdomen. The splotch reminded her of the inkblot she’d seen at her final evaluation. She’d said it was a butterfly.
He raised an eyebrow at her, and she realized she’d been staring at him for far too long. She didn’t know why she wanted to see him so badly, or why looking at him naked gave her a jolt right through her core. She ignored the nibble of worry her need caused her to feel and just enjoyed Brax’s nudity. For someone with a sedentary occupation like writing, his body didn’t show any sign of a butt-in-chair lifestyle.
He looked away from her and she saw something she couldn’t name flicker across his face. For some completely irrational reason, the expression crushed her feelings; this experience had caused her to be far more delicate than she’d expected. His opinion, above them all, mattered. There was something about the quiet man—he stirred up complicated emotions inside of her.
Mal had something on his flat stomach. Krista craned her neck, frowning as she squinted to read red writing on his skin. Her head cocked slightly to the side. “Enjoy here?” she uttered. She burst out laughing. Hard. Mal had written the words and drawn an arrow pointing south. The others all turned to look at him, giving him varying looks of amusement, annoyance, and anger.
“It’s edible!” he announced, far too proudly. Krista couldn’t stop her bubble of chuckles from rising up and out. The massive emotional pressure had been crying out for an outlet, and Malcolm’s prank was delightfully ridiculous. She’d needed something other than cock and chest hair to focus on to chase away her terror.
“For Christ’s sake, go wash that shit off,” Max growled at the shorter man.
Mal shrugged and looked Krista in the eye, his expression still filled with playfulness. “Do you want a
taste first? It’s strawberry,” he said with a wink, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
She rolled her eyes, still chuckling. She pinched her lips together, trying to keep a straight face. “I’ll take your word for it, but strawberry is my favorite.”
His expression softened toward her very subtly. “I know. I heard you tell Steve.”
She couldn’t take the grin off her face. “Mmm, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, I think.”
This time it was Mal’s turn to chuckle. “I’d better go wash this off before Max decides to take a bite.”
What happened next came so completely out-of-the-blue, Krista scrambled back, almost falling off the back of the couch. Max swung, hard and fast, hitting Mal in the face. Blood spurted from Mal’s nose and he held his face, rambling off a string of profanity so profound it made Krista’s ears burn.
“Why did you do that? Jesus, it’s Mal, we know how his sense of humor is, and frankly I’m surprised he didn’t do something even more outrageous,” DeAnthony said. He looked as confused as Krista felt. She feared Max’s volatile temper and didn’t relish the idea of ever being alone with him. However, she knew it would be impossible to avoid that happening at some point in her near future.
“I… Fuck!” Max grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the room.
“I’ll talk to him,” Damon said, going after the angry man.
Krista jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, returning with a cool, damp towel, which she handed to Malcolm.
“Thanks,” he said, and his voice sounded funny. Jared was already looking at his face. She was worried that his nose was broken. She should hate him, all of them, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel that way.
“It’s not broken,” Jared said, alleviating her fears. “It’ll hurt like hell, and you’ll have a nice matching set of black eyes, but it’ll heal before your next tour.”
“Damn, I could’ve made some great ‘you should see the other guy’ jokes,” he teased, but held the towel to his face.
“Go put your head between your legs and keep pressure on it to stop the bleeding,” Jared prescribed.
“Yes, doctor,” Mal teased, but he followed Jared’s orders.
DeAnthony’s hand began rubbing her back. “Don’t worry about this, Krista. Max has always been a hot head. Mal should’ve known not to make a joke at his expense when he was already tense. Come over to the bed and relax.” His voice was pitched in a way that told her the fight hadn’t dampened his lust. He kept rubbing her back in slow sensual circles, and she allowed him to gently lead her to the bed.
“Shouldn’t we go check on Max?” she asked nervously. Her earlier sexual interest was gone.
“He’ll be fine. Let us make this up to you,” Jared quickly spoke, there was a desperate quality to his words. Krista realized just how desperate the men were for this and she forced herself to remain where she was. She tried to stop her body from trembling. It was slight, but she felt embarrassed by her weakness. She’d had years to prepare for tonight, but she didn’t feel ready.
Braxton came over and sat next to her on the bed. He took her hand in his and she couldn’t stop her eyes from glancing at his erection, only inches from her hand. “Are you sure you want all of us here tonight?”
“I don’t want anyone to hate me. I may have to live with you for a long time. I’m afraid. I won’t lie.”
“We talked about this earlier. We think having all of us inside of you might be too much for you, but there are things we can do to alleviate your discomfort, and ours. Would you like me to tell you how I see this working the best for everyone?”
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the words spoken. Doing it was one thing, but hearing it felt…strange. Curiosity won and she nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“There are more things that a man and a woman can do than just the act of him—penetrating her. A woman can use her mouth to release a man’s natural tension. She can also use her hand. I’d like you to lie back and just allow us to touch you, explore you, and when you feel ready, you can let us know what you need. Let us make tonight one that’ll show you just how good it can be. Afterward, you can decide if you are willing to allow more than one of us here, and we can make a rotation. I don’t want you to feel used, but there’s only one of you and six of us. I wish we had the luxury of time, but we don’t.”
She nodded. He was right, getting her pregnant right away was the only way to ensure she remained with them. Even Max’s anger didn’t make her want to leave these men. Realizing she wanted to remain here, for now, was a shock. If she had to be Given, she was glad it was to this group of men.
“Lay back and close your eyes,” Brax whispered.
She did as he’d asked. Then his hands were touching her hair, shoulders, and face. She shivered, feeling as if this was a dream. Thinking of it that way helped her to relax and gave her an analytical distance from what was actually happening. Someone pulled her panties off her hips and down her legs.
She knew which one of them was touching her, even if she couldn’t see. She could smell Jared’s over-saturation of body spray to her left; he was touching her hair and face tenderly. DeAnthony had the largest hands, and she sucked in a quick breath when he touched her thighs. His touch was gentle, but the location was most uncomfortable. Malcolm wasn’t touching her, and she knew he was sitting on the couch, bleeding in agony. She wanted to say something to him, but she was afraid to move or open her eyes. The experience was leaving her on the verge of panic, so she lay still and just did her best to relax by taking deep, calming breaths. Brax’s fingers traced her collarbone, and then his fingertips trailed over the curve of her shoulder. Slowly, she started to relax under the soft caresses of the men.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, woman,” DeAnthony uttered. “I’d love for you to part those legs. I want to see you, Krista. All of you.”
She was shaking, but decided to give him what he wanted. That feeling from earlier, the one that promised she might actually like this, returned. She knew she wasn’t beautiful, but a sweet lie was forgivable. She opened her legs, just a little.
“Oh baby, give us a little more,” DeAnthony requested huskily.
Heat warmed her cheeks. She only opened her legs a little wider. She doubted they could see much, but she was still nervous.
A gentle touch against her nipples made her hiss. She knew two different men were touching her breasts. One was a little rougher than the other was, but the sensation was wonderful and she parted her legs wider for the men. The slow growing flame of want began to burn hotter and she unclenched her fists. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it until she relaxed a little.
She heard a moan and knew it was DeAnthony getting a good look between her legs. “I want to touch your pussy, Krista,” DeAnthony whispered.
She nodded, her eyes still closed. The first touch made her jump. He ran his fingertip against the outside of her pussy, but then he flicked the little nub that hid there and she bucked her hips.
“Shh, baby, you’ll like this,” DeAnthony promised. He began rubbing there and at first, it was almost a violation, but then warmth began to fill her and arrows of excitement struck her core. Her stomach muscles became taut and tight. Brax and Jared were rolling her nipples with more pressure, and she realized she liked it, all of it.
Cautiously, she opened her eyes. Jared smiled down at her, but Brax wore his typically serious, contemplative expression. She smiled at both men.
DeAnthony dipped his finger into the slickness that was forming at her entrance and when he returned his fingers to her clit, she cried out softly. “Mmm, you like that, baby?”
“Y…yes, oh, yes,” she answered, finding her missing voice. “I want…”
“What do you want, Kristannie?” Brax asked, his focus so completely on her that she had to swallow around the lump in her throat. His eyes had the power to captivate her unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She just needed him to keep looking at her like that
to find the courage to voice her pleasure.
“I want to learn…how to make you feel good, all of you.” She never took her eyes from Braxton as she spoke.
“I don’t think you could do much to make us feel bad, baby,” DeAnthony answered.
“Jared’s dick is the smallest.” Brax paused to look at Jared. “Nothing personal, dude,” he said, and Jared just shrugged in response. “We thought you could learn to take a man in your mouth on him. Would you like to take Jared’s cock in your mouth?” Brax asked, and his voice had an instructional tone that made her feel strange. She realized hearing him ask such a sexual question in such a casual tone, he might as well be asking if she wanted the last cookie, but his question heightened her building sexual curiosity.
“Yes,” she replied, and she bit her lip, afraid of making a mistake.
Jared stopped playing with her nipple and knelt on the bed beside her. She glanced at his erection. He wasn’t that much smaller than the others were, but she thought she could do it. Rolling to her side, her lips were just an inch or so away from him. Krista licked her lips. She leaned in and took his cock gently into her mouth. He made a low sound and she gasped, pulling away.
“Did that hurt?” she asked shyly.
“Hell no. You’re doing fine,” he replied gruffly.
She leaned forward again and took more of him in her mouth.
“Put your lips over your teeth, Krista. That’s it. Now slide over him. Press the bottom of him with your tongue,” Brax instructed.
“Stop…ordering…her around. She’s doing just fine. Ahhh,” Jared ground out between his moans.
Krista gasped against his cock as a new sensation of warm heat settled on her pussy. She pulled away from Jared to look down and DeAnthony’s dark head was between her pale thighs. The sight was beautifully erotic and, for a moment, she watched him as he licked her. She turned and took Jared into her mouth again. She’d never have imagined it, but she didn’t want to stop. A peculiar power surged through her. What should have been degrading was instead uplifting. The realization struck her sharply as she glanced up at Jared’s face. She had the power to give or withhold pleasure from this man. He was lucky—she was in a giving mood.
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