“Fuck!” Delvin groaned. He put a hand to the back of my head and pushed the head of his hard cock all the way down my throat until come was spilling down it. “Drink it all, baby.”
Maverick’s was giving me rapid, deep thrusts, and I couldn’t quite come down from the orgasm, it just pressed on. Maverick growled loudly, slapped my ass again, and then pushed all the way into me until it felt like his dick was going to come out my throat.
“Shit!” we screamed in unison.
“Aw, fuck,” Maverick said out of breath. “Holy shit, your pussy is a fucking trap.”
My body was sputtering out of control and I still had two more to take. I wasn’t unwilling, but I could have used five minutes and a bottle of water.
“Damn it, Maverick, this is why you need to always go last,” Quentin hissed.
Delvin finally pulled his dick from my mouth and kissed my nose. It was oddly sweet and intimate and I smiled in response. I craned my head up and kissed me before quietly whispering, “You’re too good for your own good, gorgeous.” He stood up. “Yeah, she’s going to need some support.”
Quentin walked up behind me, grabbed my bound arms, and used them to get me upright. “Do you want to wait?”
I shook my head. “No. I want you.” In spite of my exhaustion, I was more turned on than I had ever been. “What’s your kink?” I asked.
He eyed Keaton, and the surfer walked over and stood next to me, massaging my breasts over the fabric of my bra before finally just taking the article off. Quentin kissed my neck, my back, my shoulders, while slowly sliding a hand over my ass.
“In every sense of the word, I’m an ass man,” Quentin replied, poking a finger at my asshole. “Have you ever done it here?”
“No,” I replied.
Quentin smiled. “Can I be your first?”
Though the thought scared me, the curiosity was enough to make me feel like I was going to come again. My pussy was sending moisture down the insides of my legs at the thought of having Quentin’s cock up my ass. I trusted him and I wanted it.
“Yes,” I responded. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
Quentin let out a satisfied purr. “Then fuck it I shall.”
Keaton brandished a bottle of lube from the same drawer Delvin grabbed the condoms from and handed it over to Quentin. He kissed me, lacing his hands into my hair and pulling. “Can I fuck you while he gets you ready?”
I clawed at Keaton’s muscular, scratched up chest. “Yes, please.”
When Quentin wrapped an arm around my waist, I noticed he still had all of his clothes on. I twisted his face to mine to kiss him before saying, “I want to see your body.” Quentin looked back at me nervously, but I rubbed his face gently. “I know, it’s okay. I want to see it.”
All of the guys were looking at me with adoration as I coaxed Quentin on. Finally, he lifted his shirt over his head, trying to hide the shake he had as he did it, revealing his burn-scar covered torso. Patches of skin were discolored from his natural tan skin, and I could tell in the way he looked away from me that it was something that embarrassed him. I threw my arms over my head and linked them behind his neck.
“You are so sexy,” I murmured to him. “Please, fuck my ass.”
When he kissed me that time, it was deep and passionate. All of his emotions flew from him to me, and I could feel his trust towards me growing. Keaton repositioned himself between my bound legs and pushed up inside of me, but instead of going at a wild pace like he had earlier, he was slow and refined. He would pull out, almost to the point of dropping out, and then would offer a long, full stroke all the way in. I felt like I was in heaven.
“That feels so good,” I told him.
He grabbed both of my breasts in his hands. “I’m glad.” He kissed me sweetly, carefully. “Thank you.”
I knew the graciousness was directed at me for the way I’d treated Quentin. The bond between them as brothers was not to be taken lightly. The more time I spent with them, the more I realized that it wasn’t their company that was their top priority, or their father, or even me; it was each other. Quentin slicked his fingers fully with lube and then started to push them inside of my ass. The feeling was sharp and devoid of pleasure, at first. I tensed, but both Quentin and Keaton started to lay tender kisses all over my neck and shoulders.
“Just relax. It’ll feel good soon, I promise,” Quentin said, and I believed him.
He used a single digit to push in and out of the ring of muscles until the walls started to give way. With each poke, he got a little further inside, and while continuously applying lube, he eventually was moving his finger in and out with ease. He added another finger, bringing some of the pain back, but also pressing against the walls and sending jolts of pleasure across my body. While Keaton continued his lovemaking, Quentin continued to finger my ass until he was getting no resistance. I moaned out as the pain subsided and I was starting to become desperate for his dick.
“I’m ready,” I told Quentin, “please give it to me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded. “I want it.”
Quentin pulled his fingers out from my ass with a lewd squelch. He pushed his dick up to my asshole and Keaton stopped moving. “It may still hurt a little. If it gets too bad, just tell me, and I’ll stop.” His voice was low and caring.
“I’m okay,” I reassured him.
Immediately, he started to push his way in. A long, drawn out moan escaped my lips as he filled me up, and it did hurt, but it also felt marvelous. Having both my holes full with these amazing men felt like something I should have to pay for. I started to rock my hips forward and backward, stroking myself on the two dicks inside me and I felt like I was going to burst.
“It feels so good,” I whined.
“You’re so tight,” Quentin huffed. “Damn it. I’m not gonna make it long, this first time.”
“I’m close too,” Keaton said.
They took over, moving in and out of me in tandem. Whenever Keaton moved in, Quentin pulled out, and vice versa. I couldn’t tell if they were purposely trying to keep from both being all the way in at the same time, but I didn’t care for the pleasure I was in. The sawed in and out of me like practiced lumberjacks and all I could think about was the waves of orgasm that were dancing over me.
“I love it,” I whimpered out with what was left of my energy. “I love having both of my holes filled.”
“We love filling them,” Keaton said to me. “I’m gonna fucking come, baby.”
“I’m gonna come again,” I mumbled.
Keaton pushed as far up into me as he could go, with grunts and groans coming out in staccato bursts. He dropped out of me and I fell against him, leaving my ass hanging in the air alone with Quentin still pushing into it.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna come yet,” he complained, “but it’s so good, I can’t hold it in.”
Quentin pressed into me a few more times, my ass still getting used to the feeling of him being inside, and with one last, powerful thrust, he buried himself in me and came. “Ah!”
My eyes would barely stay open. Quentin was petting my asscheeks as he slowly pulled out and then he kissed me a few times on my back.
“Are you okay?” Keaton asked.
I shook my head. “No.” I looked up at him. “I still don’t know what Maverick’s kink is.”
All of the guys laughed as Keaton rubbed a thumb over my cheek. “We’ll save that for next time.”
I nodded an approval, mostly because I couldn’t handle anything else for the night. The last thing I remember was Quentin lifting me from my feet and carrying me bridal style before I set my head against his shoulder and fell asleep.
23
Harley
It was probably my own fault for assuming my brothers were charming or charismatic enough to get Alexa to go for them as well, but I was a little surprised to hear that she’d slept with all of them over the past couple of days. In any other situation, I’d be perfectl
y pleased; this was our goal all along, but the reality was, the more attached we got to her, the harder it was going to be to say goodbye to her to keep her out of Malia’s fangs. We didn’t even know what the future held for the eight of us now, that the last thing we needed to do was involve a woman in our bullshit, especially one like Alexa who I honestly think could be the one. I knocked the thought from my brain. I shouldn’t focus on that when it was nothing more than a dream I’d never realize. I’d probably be stuck with Malia until she got sick of me and just strangled me in our sleep.
I supposed there was a small part of me that wanted to try and take my upcoming nuptials seriously. Maybe if I opened my mind to being with Malia for real, I could get her to back off my brothers and Alexa and just run the company with me. I’d let her make some changes here and there and play the role of the loving husband. She was attractive, there was no denying that. I could probably find a way to enjoy being with her alone. I’d never been with any woman without Huxley there. I was well aware that there were people who would find our closeness abnormal, if not unnatural. Despite what people believed to be true about Huxley and I, me being the really mature, well put-together one, and him being more immature and chaotic, so I must have been the stronger of the two of us; nothing could be further from the truth.
I always struggled with confidence and making friends. If it was up to me, I would have spent all of my time with my brothers, and that would have been plenty for me. I was an introvert by every definition of the word. On the other hand, Huxley was popular, and despite his childish behavior, he could get people to follow him, even if he was marching straight into hell. He took me everywhere he went. Every sport he wanted to play, I had to play it with him. Every club he wanted to join, I had to join too. Even college, I was just planning to attend online classes, but he demanded that living on a college campus was a ‘rite of passage’ and that we had to do it together.
We used to have separate romantic lives, for a time. Throughout high school, we would date different women, but they’d all be turned off by how close we were before either of us would ever get to second base. One day, one of the women breaking up with Huxley told him that as long as he and I were as close as we were, neither of us would ever find a woman. That was when Huxley decided that the only way we were going to be able to date women was together. We had to find women who not only accepted our closeness, but were willing to be with us both. The first woman we’d ever found willing to try, was a freak, and thrilled about the thought of being with two men at once. We’d just been dating up to that point, but we finally lost our virginity together.
Ever since then, that’d been the arrangement. We do it together, or we don’t do it at all. As we got older and came across more adventurous women, we involved the rest of our brothers and it just sort of became something we did. Call it brotherly bonding, we found that we enjoyed a woman most when she was shared amongst us. Never did I think we’d actually find one who I could see being around for the long haul, and now that we had, we couldn’t even do it. It was terrible.
“Hey.” I looked up from the plate of eggs I didn’t realize I’d been staring at and Huxley was walking into the kitchen. “Did you get the text?”
I nodded. “Yeah. She’s been with all of us now.”
“Yeah. That’s supposed to be a good thing.” Huxley reached into the fridge, took out a bottle of orange juice and drank right from the carton.
“What do you want from me?” I asked. “I don’t want this anymore than any of you.”
“I still think we could find a way out.”
“Do you?” I asked. “The wedding is in two days and Dante’s men get here today. What’s your big plan?” Huxley looked at me and then just rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”
Both of our phones chimed at the same time. I didn’t even look at mine, there wasn’t much it could say that I was interested in, but Huxley checked his. “They want us to go to Quentin’s.”
“You go,” I said. “I’m gonna go to bed. I slept on the couch all night because Malia was in my bed.”
“You can sleep later. This could be important. Come on. I’ll drive.”
I dragged myself up from my barstool and trudged out to my golf cart parked outside. Huxley loaded into the driver’s seat and I spilled into the other side. He drove clear to the other side of the estate where I could see that all of the golf carts were parked outside, including Huxley’s that Alexa had been using to get around. Huxley filed mine in alongside them and we got out and went inside.
Quentin’s home, though laid out exactly like the rest of ours, was devoid of any of the fireplaces or fire features the rest of us had, and thus he had more space in his den. We walked in and all of the guys and Alexa were sitting amongst the massive, circular couch that was laid into the floor. Huxley and I stepped in and found spots to sit. I tried to avoid Alexa’s gaze, but eventually I couldn’t resist the urge to look at her anymore and my eyes locked into hers. I was like a kid all of a sudden. I held out my arms and Alexa didn’t hesitate. She stood up from where she was sitting next to Delvin and walked over to me, hugging her arms around my back and pulling my head to rest against her stomach. She fed her fingers into my hair and rubbed and I never wanted to let go. She was a mecca I didn’t know I needed; a place to feel safe and secure. Being there with her and all of my brothers; I wished I never had to leave.
“You can’t marry her, Harley,” Alexa said. She released me and crouched down in front of me to look up into my eyes. “I want to be with you.”
It was gut-wrenching. “I want that too, but… I can’t. I don’t know how to fix this.”
“Alexa, did you figure something out?” Huxley asked.
She looked over at him and I could see in her sullen expression that she hadn’t. It was a problem without a solution, or rather, not a good solution.
“I know what has to be done, and I’m going to do it,” I said. “I won’t risk you.” I rubbed her face. “You should be with them instead. All of you could run away somewhere and be safe.”
“Them?” Alexa asked. “Like all of them?”
Huxley looked over at the rest of our brothers. “Didn’t you tell her?”
Keaton rubbed the back of his head. “Uh, I guess it never came up for us.”
“Yeah, us either,” Jett said, looking at Rogan.
“What are you guys talking about?” Alexa asked.
I looked down at her. “Probably the only remaining thing you don’t know about the Foxx brothers. We don’t just share women sexually, we just share them. One woman with all of us. We want you. Since the beginning that’s what we wanted.”
“Don’t get us wrong,” Huxley cut in, “we hired you for your skill, not to date you. It was just a little bonus, if we could make it happen.”
“Just one of me, with all of you?” Alexa asked. “I don’t know.”
“You’ve already done the hard part,” Maverick said and then smiled suddenly. “Pun.” We all glared at him and his smile faded away. “Sorry.”
“He’s right though,” Delvin chimed in. “The scariest part, I imagine, would be sleeping with all of us and you’ve already done that.”
“You spend tons of time with each of us at work already,” Quentin said. “It would be that and this just together.”
“I haven’t been with all eight of you at the same time, that’s totally different,” Alexa said.
Something hit me in that moment and looking over at Huxley I could see it’d struck him too. “Be with all of us then,” I said. “Right now. All eight.”
Alexa’s face turned bright red. “L-like. S-sex? All eight of you?”
“That’s your biggest concern, right?” Huxley said. “If you can handle it then we’ll know for sure. If it’s too much, we’ll back off.”
Alexa looked up at me. “I-is that what you want?”
I smiled down at her. It wasn’t fair for her to be so solicitous of me when she was the one being asked
to work on eight dicks at once. “I want what you want.” I put my hands on either side of her face. “There is absolutely no pressure. How do you feel about me and my brothers?”
Alexa scanned the room and everyone sat stone still like the first person to move was going to be removed from the equation. When she got back to me, the already prevalent blush worsened. “I like you. All of you.”
“Do you want to try being with all of us this way first?” I asked.
Even the tips of her ears were red. “I want to try.”
I smiled, finally excited that she’d come to that conclusion. I would be able to be with Alexa and share her with my brothers, even if it was the last time.
Alexa stood up from where she was crouched and straddled me. I grabbed the edges of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head and tossed it to the side. She wasn’t wearing a bra, no doubt having decided that as much as my brothers were removing it, it didn’t make sense to put one on. Her breasts were so sexy, smooth, round, and her nipples were already hardening from excitement. I wanted to kiss her, but her nipples were screaming my name and I closed my mouth over one of them instead. She grabbed one of my hands and guided it to her other one and I smiled.
“I love a girl who knows what she wants,” I said.
She ducked her head to me and pressed her lips to mine as I kneaded her breast in my hands. For a while, none of my brothers moved, just allowed me to soak up time with her on my own. I used my free hand to thread between us and unbutton both of our pairs of jeans. I pulled my dick free and started to stroke it carefully while Alexa masterfully worked her jeans off of her body, all while staying locked to my lips. Our tongues wrestled one another for dominance and I flicked a finger over Alexa’s nipple, eliciting squeaks of pleasure. Eventually, without any sort of condom or lube to speak of, Alexa took hold of my dick and led it to her pussy. She lifted her hips and lowered down over me, forcing me to let out my own moan as the heat of her soaked, tight entrance took me in. It clamped around me as I moved, begging me to go deeper.
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