by Demi Alex
Electricity from my pulsing clit shot to every part of my body, robbing my legs of their ability to hold my weight. West pressed against me, finger fucking me deep and hard enough to keep me upright.
Much bigger than me, West easily held me up while he plunged in and out of my channel. His palm continued rubbing my mound, and as my muscles stretched and constricted around his fingers, he smoothed my moisture between my folds and over my clit in persuasive sweeps towards my quickly approaching climax.
Miami stole my breath with a kiss before I shut my eyes and lost all self-control in the harmony they created. Warm hands found my breasts and Miami’s silky hair swept across my chest as he lowered his head and took my nipples into his mouth. My breasts were large enough for him to cup together so he could suckle both peaks simultaneously. His tongue swept from one beaded nipple to the next, and with a tiny nibble on the right one, I came undone. Sparks flying behind my eyelids, my orgasm hit like a train at high speed, and I was suspended in an electric storm of pleasure between two men.
West pumped in and out of me quicker.
Miami sucked me harder.
I remained upright, my hands bound above my head, quivering with the need for a second release, naked and exposed with three men around me.
Chapter Seven
Three men? I opened my eyes.
The captain strode through the erotic haze, free of his jeans, naked and glorious, with his hand encircling the base of his handsome shaft, but not nearly reaching his gleaming head. He stroked himself as he walked, grinning and biting his lower lip as I moaned in expectation.
West hooked his finger in my pussy, reaching a special spot inside and sending more sparks of excitement shooting from my abdomen while taking all my weight as Miami released my nipples and stood. He fondled my breasts before moving away to drop his pants.
“How are you doing so far?” Captain Sex asked, grasping my hips and nodding his head so that West could remove his hand.
“Nice,” I said, catching my breath.
“Just nice?” His smirk didn’t give me enough warning. His fingers dug into my hips, strong and fierce, but pain free. He lifted me off my feet. I looped my arms around his neck, attempting to steady myself, but he didn’t give me a chance to adjust. He lowered me onto his cock and filled me instantly, rapture spearing through me like a bolt.
I couldn’t help it. I arched my back and lowered my forehead to his shoulder, grinding my swollen clit against his hardness like a mad woman. The pressure built again and I moaned my appreciation as my second orgasm spiraled me into darkness. His arms held my trembling body, his breath feathered the crook of my neck, and he patiently nipped at my shoulder, waiting for me to come back to the light and for my body to settle.
“Still nice?” Captain Sex asked as the ringing in my ears abated.
Struggling with my sated and lazy body, I raised my head and looked into his caramel-colored eyes. “Yeah, very nice,” I whispered.
He laughed and pushed his unrelieved cock deeper. With one hand under my ass, supporting my weight, he slid the other between us and against my soaked pussy. His thumb against my burning center, he softly circled my clit till my breath grew ragged again.
“It’s about to get better,” he informed me, his cock moving in and out as he strolled across the cabin to the bed. The man had talent beyond belief—or maybe it was his size that allowed him to keep fucking me while he walked. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.
Standing beside the bed, West tugged off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Lowering his zipper, he slipped his hand inside the white cotton of his boxers and freed his cock. Pre-cum sparkled on the slit of his glorious head, and I licked my lips, imagining his salty taste shooting in my mouth.
The captain turned, still holding me and sat on the edge of the bed. My knees touched the mattress and gave me leverage to move up and down his shaft at will. His magical thumb continued its assault on my clit, and the wanton eagerness to taste West built to an uncontrollable need.
“Please,” I begged, offering him my hands. “Release me.”
“There will be consequences to pay,” he reminded.
“I’ll pay, I swear, I’ll pay.”
The captain chuckled and reclined back. West undid the knot and I instantly reached for his balls, gathering them in my palms. I squeezed his sack and bent to take him into my mouth. Closing my lips around his head, I ran my tongue over his slit and tasted his delicious pre-cum. I had to have more, had to have him shoot in my mouth.
Swirling my tongue around the ridge of his head, I worked my way down his shaft, then sucked on his tight balls. My fingers followed my tongue, coaxing groans of pleasure and encouraging his release.
The captain pulled out, and I protested his absence by grinding myself against his cock.
“Patience,” he grunted, thrusting between my folds, his cock hot and heavy.
“Lean forward and lift your ass,” Miami demanded, smacking the tender flesh damp with my own juices. “Now,” he said, repeating the blow then spreading my moisture over the sting. Miami inserted two fingers inside my channel, pumping me while the captain’s cock stroked my clit and West’s shaft pushed down my throat.
I was going to explode, but these men had stamina beyond my imagination. The smell of sex filled the room. The grunts, groans and moans overpowered the onboard stereo.
The captain suckled my bouncing breasts, pulling on my nipples and biting just hard enough for my pussy to cream on Miami’s fingers.
“Thank you, mate,” Miami said, moving out and back toward my ass. His finger smoothed my cream against my soft nether hole, massaging it and preparing it for invasion.
I sucked harder on West’s cock, taking him deeper, tasting each drop he released for the finale.
A sting of pleasure rippled through me as a mouth closed on my neck and sucked. I knew I’d have a hickey from hell, but the sensation was so freaking amazing, I didn’t want the sucking to stop. The lips moved a little further, and a new, familiar scent mingled with my men’s sex. I liked it. No, I loved it.
Miami slid his cock along my pussy, pushing his finger in my ass, telling me to relax. “Raise your ass high and push out against me. The captain will reach your pussy when I’m buried inside.”
The thought thrilled me. I raised my hips, lapped at West’s cock, and shivered from the stretch as Miami slowly pushed through the ring of tight muscle.
Breathing deeply through my nose, I sucked harder on West’s length, concentrating on his taste and Miami’s soothing encouragements rather than the growing discomfort of Miami inching his way in my tight ass. Then West’s hands cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples and giving them to the captain for alternating suckles.
The conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure nearly sent me over the edge. I moaned and whimpered and keened around the cock in my mouth as Miami seated himself to the hilt, then slowly lowered us onto the captain’s waiting erection.
I was so full, overflowing with cocks, that I wasn’t sure my body could handle it any longer. Then the men moved in unison, going slowly at first, then building a steady rhythm that became more erratic as the pleasure mounted. The sounds of smacking skin, moans and grunts filled the air as the captain pumped my pussy, Miami pummeled my ass, and West thrust deep in and out of my mouth.
Suddenly, phantom lips closed on my throat and sucked again, and I shivered with the impending climax. I barely held on, not wanting to come again until my men had, but the erotic sensation of sucking, licking and nibbling on my neck was going to be my undoing.
“Come for me. Now.”
Mark! It was my Prince Charming’s voice, and my body erupted on his command. Waves of ecstasy consumed me—never-ending. I nearly crumbled as multiple orgasms rolled over my body and molten pleasure consumed my very being. So caught up in the sheer rapture, I barely acknowledge West surging forth and shooting his warmth into the back of my throat, or the captain bellowing his release as he thrust h
I fell back into Mark’s arms, his palm over my pounding heart and his tongue soothing the burning on my neck.
What is he doing here?
* * * *
“That was good, Addison,” Mark said, running his hand down my moist chest and burying it against my pussy. “You did amazing.”
“She’s a fantastic fuck,” the captain said. “She milked me for every drop.”
“Her mouth is heaven,” West reported. “She sucked me in and held me down like no other.”
“Buddy, if I’d known she was a virgin, I would’ve have stolen that ass of hers from you a long time ago.” Miami came over and brushed his lips over my mouth. “You are so freaking adorable, babe.”
“You…you…know…” I tried pushing Mark’s hand away, but he sank his middle finger into my pussy and rubbed his thumb over my clit.
“Addison, meet Mateo, my best man.” A second finger joined the first as he spoke.
Once again, Miami kissed my mouth, dropping his hand to my breast and rolling my nipple. “Babe, next time, I’m going for that sweet pussy of yours. Your scent has me famished for a taste.”
“Addison, meet Philip, one of my best friends and groomsmen.”
West tilted his head and grinned. “All I can say is that I regret not finding you first and keeping you for myself, Addi. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“And last, but not least, our host for the evening and my freshman roommate and current groomsman, Jason.” Mark’s pinky entered my ass, rippling pleasure through my core as he moved his hand.
“A pleasure, milady.”
I leaned against Mark, unable to speak; not only from the revelations of the evening, but from the finger fuck he was determined to deliver.
Mark, the man I loved, the man I was too terrified to commit to because I was unwilling to confide in him, knew what I’d wanted. He’d arranged for my needs to be met, and he was happy for me.
“Now, honey, come for me so the boys can see your pleasure.”
Mark pumped harder, varying his fingers, and finding the familiar tempo I adored. His other hand splayed on my breast, pinching and pulling so that the excitement pulsed through me like his fingers did. His whole body moved, rocking me off my axis. Once again, the pressure built. I squeezed my legs and pushed against his hand.
“More,” I breathed.
Miami lowered his head and suckled one nipple. West the other. They each stroked their cocks, pulling and squeezing as moans escaped my lips.
Mark placed me on all fours, and like acrobats, they all shifted with me. Miami and West below me, still sucking and playing with my breasts. And Mark, on his knees behind me, slipping his cock against my wetness, paying homage to the hunger he’d ignited in my pussy.
The captain stood at the foot of the bed, his cock at attention. He motioned for me to take him in my mouth and taste the mixture of my cream and his seed.
“Those marks on your neck are mine,” Mark growled, covering my body with his, and moving the hair off my neck, he smoothed his tongue over the spots. “Nobody marks you but me.”
I exhaled long and sweet, loving the feel of Mark’s possessiveness of me.
Then in one swift thrust, Mark buried himself inside me, filling my channel and taking me like a man obsessed. He pumped his cock so hard and fast, his balls slamming my clit while his fingers worked my ass, and my orgasm hit seconds later. Stars exploded, heat burst, and another series of climaxes had me overwhelmed from the pleasure that was too much for my body to take. I lay helplessly as Mark continued to draw more orgasms from my body.
I collapsed on the mattress, unable to see to the men’s needs. However, it seemed the other guys didn’t miss my lack of attention. The men’s hands roamed over my sensitized skin while they stroked their erections, fueling the pleasure pain that had left me limp.
Amazed with the night’s events, I marveled at their handsome beauty and my good fortune to have them all. I floated in the erotic bliss and was about to fall into the darkness when Mark moved off of me and positioned his hands beneath me.
“Suck Jason, honey. He’s waiting so patiently for you.” Mark pulled me back to all fours and pushed my head down on the captain’s cock.
I was tired, exhausted, pleasure drunk, but the fact that the men still wanted me made my heart race. I wanted them, and I’d get as much of them as I could, while I could.
The captain’s pre-cum quickly reenergized me, and when Miami had me straddle him as I sucked the captain, I found the energy to lean forward and let West take me from behind as Mark jacked off, watching my breasts smack his best man in the face as I fucked my fiancés’ best friends.
Chapter Eight
I woke in the morning, aching in places I hadn’t known existed. Mark’s arm held me in still, his palm on my tummy, his fingers making tiny circles around my belly button.
“Morning, my love,” he said, looking at me with concern. “How are you feeling?”
“Good morning,” I replied, stretching my arms and kicking my feet from under the covers. Mark was the most handsome man to wake up to. Sleeping in his birthday suit, his taut body was always a treat to look at. Smiling bright, he started the day with pleasure. His dark eyes gleamed, and his hair was never an issue since he’d practically had it all cut off.
“Are you alright?” He touched the bruised skin on my neck and sighed. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“You did no such thing. I loved the way you made me feel, I loved the way you cared to do it.” I knew it was nuts, but I was proud to have been branded by my man. The rest was still a bit hazy, and I rubbed my forehead trying to piece it all together.
“You arranged the rendezvous with your friends?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“Why?” I turned into his embrace and placed my hand over his heart.
“Because I love you. Because you wanted to experience new and different things.” His fingers laced through my hair, and he gently played with the long strands.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he replied, tracing my face and lovingly cupping my chin as he brushed his mouth over mine. I refused to let him go and ran my tongue over his lips, urging him to allow me entrance. He obliged and deepened the kiss, hugging me close and making my heart flutter with the emotion in his actions.
Then he tucked me beside him, and a pensive silence filled the room. We lay on the bed, legs intertwined, and I waited for him to speak. It seemed like time stopped, because my heart hurt at the thought that he no longer wanted me, that he may be regretting the endless erotic night.
“There is one thing, though.” He tilted my face and looked into my eyes. “I cannot imagine sharing your heart with anyone else. I want all of your love only for me. That is something I cannot do without.”
A tear slid down my cheek and he wiped it with his thumb.
“Only you know if that is the case, my love. Only you know if you can give me your heart forever.”
My heart, he wanted my heart! He’d had that from the first time we’d kissed. With Mark, it was so much more than physical. It was a surreal compilation of everything physical, emotional, and spiritual that entailed my whole being.
“Mark, my heart is yours. I love you, and only you.”
It was his turn to exhale. Relief poured off his body and covered me.
“I love you, Addison London. I love you so fucking much.”
“So, will you marry me, Mark? Will you make me your wife?”
He kissed me, hard and long. It wasn’t soft, it didn’t linger. He kissed, possessed and claimed my heart.
“Do you want groomsmen?” Mark asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied, straddling his body and making love to the other half of my heart.
About the Author
Demi Alex is a hopeless romantic who sits at her neighborhood café and fabricates stories of magical interludes between her fellow java worshipers. Writing since elementary school, she’s been published since junior high, but her stories have taken on a much spicier and more mature tone in the past years.
Needing to taste the flavors life has to offer, Demi attended college in New York. Long before graduating, she developed a passion for ‘people watching’. Lunchtimes on St. Patrick’s steps and afternoons in the Village led to mornings and nights at the computer, typing away like mad to put on paper the stories that played in her head about the colorful people she’d seen and placed into hypothetical relationship in the depths of her mind.
Traveling as often as work would allow her, Demi has since added to the topographies in her writing and does personal research of all her settings in order to make her stories speak to her readers. Her characters can be found in any town or city, but their attitude is what sets them apart. They let loose and experience what is thrown at them!
“What would life be, if we didn’t take a few risks along the way and place our hearts on the line? Boring! So come on—let loose.”
Demi invites all readers to send her scenarios on a ‘what if’ they had made a different choice and decision at a certain time. “If you write to me about that specific choice, and I can give you an alternate ending, I’ll name the character in the story according to your wish.”
If you dare, take a chance and email her: [email protected]. You can also find her on Facebook and MySpace.
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