by Edith DuBois
Knowing she couldn’t force them, she leaned down to press her face against his face, her cheek against his cheek, letting her breasts roll up against his chin. Each slow-burning thrust of Franklin’s cock drove the pleasure deeper into her body, but they didn’t near an exploding point.
She heard something happening behind her but couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the feel of Franklin’s cock pushing in and pulling out of her. When he drove upward, her body shook and her legs squeezed, wanting to hold him inside forever. His pulling away was torture, but it was a necessary torture, one that she reveled in.
She slid up his shaft until she felt the ridges of his head at the edge of her inner lips. Her ass was curved high up into the air, and a hand caught one of her hips, halting her. “Elias, is that you?”
“Yes, my love. This might be cold.” He reached between her legs and smeared lube from the back of her cunt to the top of her ass. She shivered, automatically clenching around Franklin at the jarring sensation. No one had ever touched her there, and she felt a small bit of apprehension at the thought of one of them filling up that hole with his cock. She twisted around to look back at Elias. He smiled at her in reassurance. “Don’t worry. We’ll take this nice and slow. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
She nodded and then turned back to Franklin.
“But you want this, don’t you?” Franklin asked, his eyes knowing as he pushed up into her.
“Yes,” she said, and he thrust again. “Yes.”
Elias traced a finger around the edge of her back hole. Then he pushed his lubed up thumb through its tightness. Michelle’s mouth fell open, and her hands fell to the side of Franklin’s face.
“You want more?” Elias asked. Franklin pushed her a little harder. His thrusting became a little more urgent, and Elias matched his rhythm with his thumb.
“Yes, I want more,” she whispered, her eyes locked with Franklin’s.
Elias took his thumb out and replaced it with two of his fingers. Michelle’s eyes squeezed shut.
“No,” Franklin said. “Stay here with me.” She forced her eyes open.
“I want to come,” she whispered, but Franklin kept his pumping in and out steady. He kept her body lit, but he didn’t burn her up as Elias rolled his fingers inside her ass, exploring and stretching. His thrusting slowed, and Michelle whimpered.
“Elias is putting lube on his cock.” Franklin kissed her softly. “He’s going to put his cock in your ass.” Moving his hands to cup each cheek, he gave her a squeeze. Tiny sensations rippled across her skin and sent delicate tingles to her pussy.
As Franklin had promised, Michelle felt Elias nudge the tip of his cock between her cheeks. It pressed against her hole, making the muscles there clench and then unclench in anticipation.
“Oh,” she said, struggling to remain relaxed. The pressure from Elias’s cock grew, and she jerked.
“You’re okay.” Michelle looked up at Thomas’s deep voice, not realizing he was in front of her.
Franklin touched her clit, massaging and whispering reassurances in her ear. Elias kept pushing, and a moment or two later, his tip moved through the tight outer muscles. He held still for a moment, and Franklin shifted inside her. He pushed his cock up then pulled out.
When he moved out, Elias shoved himself in a little further and then stopped. Franklin pushed in and then pulled out, and Elias moved deeper.
They kept it up, and Michelle’s muscles trembled, straining to maintain control of her body. “I’m almost in,” Elias said quietly behind her. She could hear the tense struggle in his voice, and she wanted to answer him, to tell him that she was okay, but there were too many sensations flying through her body and her mind to form coherent words.
Instead, she shoved herself back against him and was rewarded with a surprised, desire-ridden grunt. Elias pushed himself in, causing Michelle to shudder.
“That felt good,” Franklin said, smiling up at her. “You all right?”
She nodded, and the three began moving, Franklin and Elias rocking back and forth all around her. The orgasm that had been hovering out of reach floated closer and closer, but she felt like something was missing. She wanted Thomas to be a part of this, too.
Looking up at him, she realized he had been waiting for her to come to this realization. He stood looking down at her with his cock so near her face it was almost on her forehead. She smiled and then opened her mouth for him.
Sliding into her with a deep sigh, he wrapped his fingers in her hair and matched his rhythm in her mouth to Franklin’s in her cunt and Elias’s in her ass. She held on to Thomas, wrapping her arms him, and she took in her three men. She couldn’t remember what the boundaries of her body felt like. Everything had dissolved into pleasure, which had no boundaries and knew nothing of restraint.
As one, their motions became more fervent. The cocks in her pussy and ass slammed deep into her body, making her jerk with each impact. Each slam had her humming around Thomas’s shaft. He pushed himself to the back of her throat, and she grabbed his balls, massaging and kneading, desperate for their tightening, desperate for his hot cum to spurt into her mouth.
She felt her own climax approaching and fought to keep it at bay until Thomas came in her mouth. She felt his fingers twist further in her hair. She felt his balls tighten up, and she moved faster. Franklin and Elias fed off her frenzy, each one pummeling deeper into her body.
Then Thomas roared his release, holding her tight against his dick as she swallowed his flowing seed.
His orgasm triggered the rest of them. First Michelle felt her own muscles clenching hard around Franklin’s dick. The electrifying tingles of her orgasm fired through her body like a thousand tiny bullets, moving like liquid silver through her blood and her skin and her organs. Everything was exploding.
And then Elias came, holding himself deep inside her as he gripped her hips and jetted his cum into her ass.
“Oh fuck,” Franklin said, arching up into her as well, his semen shooting deep into her welcoming channel.
Michelle drank it all in, greedy and wanton.
Everything was red and fire and gold. She was melting. She was disintegrating. She was falling to pieces.
She was infinite.
Chapter Fourteen
“I’m so fucking bored.”
Marina pushed the hair out of her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Saying it aloud didn’t help anything. She didn’t even have Roy to keep her company. Like an idiot, she’d left the dog at her aunt’s, thinking that she and Skyler were going to be too busy fucking for her to worry about a dog.
Yeah. Wishful fucking thinking.
She supposed she could mosey on to the store and get some toilet paper and then maybe pick up a burger from Savage Hunger, but she couldn’t muster up the energy for it.
Putting a pillow over her face, she screamed. Why did she feel so alone? Nothing made sense to her anymore.
She’d wanted to get away from Michelle, and she had, but her sister hadn’t even tried to call her or text her. It was like Michelle didn’t care about her at all.
What the hell was Michelle up to anyway? It wasn’t like she had a job or a husband or children or anything really to take up her time. Pretty much, the only thing Michelle had to do was take care of Marina while on tour, but since that wasn’t happening, Marina wondered how Michelle was handling herself. Probably sitting at home like Marina.
But what if she wasn’t? Marina remembered how those Ashley brothers trailed after her, tongues lolling and eyes following her like puppies.
With a small huff, Marina threw the pillow across the room. As if Michelle would even know what to do with the attention from three such gorgeous men.
Knowing she would never get some peace until she talked to Michelle, she nabbed her cell phone off the table next to the couch and hit her sister’s number on speed dial.
After a couple rings, she heard the line pick up. There was some shuffling noises and a co
uple of whispering voices, and then Michelle answered. “Marina?” Her voice sounded different, and Marina was immediately on her guard.
“Where are you?” she asked, letting the annoyance come through loud and clear.
There was a long pause. “Do you need something?”
“I was calling to check up on you. You haven’t called me in a week.”
“I’m fine, Marina. Thank you for asking.”
Marina waited for Michelle to ask how she was doing, but there was only silence from her sister’s end of the line. As the seconds ticked by, Marina felt her irritation growing stronger. Well, she’d be damned if she were the one to break the silence, so she stubbornly closed her lips and waited.
But Michelle didn’t speak. Instead, she heard her talking to a man. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll be a minute.” Then she giggled. Marina rolled her eyes. “No, I said a minute, not a second. Stop it,” her sister squealed. “Marina?”
“Yes,” she drawled out.
“I have to go. I promised Aunt Agnes—Thomas!” she squealed. “No!” There were some bumping noises as if the phone was dropped. Then there was some scuffling, some general grunting and giggling, and then Michelle came back, breathless. “Sorry. Umm…so, yeah, I have to make some cupcakes before tomorrow morning for this church thing for Aunt Agnes. I have to get to the store, and then we’re all going to be baking here, so I gotta go.”
Marina ground her teeth together.
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see ya around,” Michelle said.
Marina opened her mouth to give a biting remark, but the line was already dead.
“Fuck!” she screamed at the phone.
Then she sprang off the couch and shoved the phone into her pocket. She slammed the door on her way out of the house. Suddenly she really needed to go to the goddamn store.
* * * *
Skyler had been watching Savage Convenience for almost four hours, and Marina still hadn’t shown up. He cursed himself for not leaving her some Coke or juice so that she’d have to go to the bathroom sooner. There had only been a few moments throughout the day so far when enough people were in the store to send in the two men Ulysses had hired. However, he would wait for Marina to show up. One famous witness was better than three nobody witnesses.
Almost as if his thoughts had summoned her, Marina pulled up in the Prius he had left for her to use. When she got out of the car, she flicked her braid over her shoulder and strode up the steps and into the store.
Skyler pulled his phone out and dialed. “The singer has arrived. Make your move now.”
As soon as he hung up, another vehicle pulled up to the storefront, a black sedan. When it had parked, four people climbed out, and Skyler smiled to himself, not quite able to believe his luck. It was Marina’s sister and her three doctors.
What a greedy bitch, he thought to himself but then couldn’t help feeling a begrudging respect for any woman who could handle three men. She had to be fucking them. Skyler noticed that each of the men found a way to surreptitiously grab her ass as they made their way up the steps and into the store.
Now, all he could do was wait. It would be mere minutes before sirens blared and this town found itself in the midst of an identity crisis. And then he would call Ulysses and give him the good news. And Ulysses would be so grateful and…
Skyler crossed his legs and shifted uncomfortably and, as usual, forced those thoughts away.
* * * *
“Hey, Jim Bob,” Michelle called out, winking at her aunt’s paramour behind the counter. “Has my aunt been by this morning? We’re supposed to be making cupcakes.”
“Oh yes,” he answered, winking back at her. “I’ve seen her all right. You know how she likes her sweets. Seems like her niece can’t keep her fingers out of the sweeties, either.” He cut his eyes to the nearest Ashley brother, which happened to be Franklin. Franklin shot her a debonair smile, and then Jim Bob looked back at her, a knowing twinkle in his blue eyes.
Michelle blushed and quickly turned away, stifling a nervous giggle. “Umm…baking supplies are”—she scampered down the aisle—“this way?” She ducked around out of sight.
“Looking for this?”
Michelle stopped dead in her tracks. Marina held out a plastic canister of icing, an angry frown vibrantly displayed across her features.
“What are you doing here?”
“Am I not allowed to go to the store now?”
Michelle sighed, not wanting to get into it with Marina after such a glorious morning. “You can do whatever you want. You just surprised me, that’s all.” She took the icing from Michelle and put it in her plastic carrier. She took a step to her right to go around Marina, but her sister sidestepped, blocking her way. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting.”
Michelle sighed. “Waiting for what?”
Marina jutted a hip out and put her hand on it. “Don’t you think you owe me an apology?”
Casting a quick glance around the store to make sure none of her men were nearby or approaching, Michelle grabbed Marina’s elbow and yanked her down to a squatting position. “Listen, I know that you are going through crap and that I’m your sister and I should probably be there for you and all that, but you—”
“Oh my god, Michelle, shut up.”
“No,” she said, yanking Marina’s arm. She looked deep and hard into Marina’s eyes. “You listen to me. I’m saying this, and you need to hear it, so do not interrupt me.” She whispered, not wanting anyone to hear, but even so, she could feel power emanating from her voice. “A person can only take so much, Marina, and you have pushed me past my limit. This last week has been one of the happiest I’ve had in years.” She took a deep breath. “Listen…from now on, you are on your own. You’re old enough to take care of yourself, and I realize this is partly my fault, but I can’t help you anymore.” She watched Marina’s eyes widen and let go of her arm. “We are done, okay? There’s no more Marina and Michelle. It’s Marina, and it’s Michelle. I am going to be me. Just me. Without you.”
Marina stared at her, and Michelle couldn’t tell if she was angry, hurt, confused, or what. Her face was frozen. Damn, had she actually rendered her sister speechless?
The bell over the entrance sounded. Then a voice called out, harsh and deadly. “Everybody put your fucking hands in the air.”
Michelle froze, her eyes locking with her sisters’. Quickly considering their position and the direction of the voice, she made a decision and motioned for Marina to follow her.
“Everyone to the front of the store,” a second voice called out, calmer and more sedate than the first.
Silently they crawled to the far end of the aisle and then crawled along the back of the store, next to all the refrigerated beverages, until they made it to the farthest aisle and sat next to each other, trying their hardest not to make a noise.
“Don’t fucking move, old man. You three,” the first voice barked, “get down on the ground and put your hands behind your head.”
“Go search the rest of the store.”
Marina looked at her, desperation and fear in her eyes, the same desperation and fear that Michelle felt. She looked around quickly, hoping to find some sort of weapon. There was only motor oil and cleaning supplies. She looked at Marina. They were both scared, and there was nothing. She grasped Marina’s hand, holding it tight as the footsteps drew nearer.
Despite everything she’d said to Marina, she still loved her sister, and the hand she held in hers was an anchor. It kept her mind present, kept her strong and brave.
A moment later a masked man rounded the end of the aisle. His eyes peered at them through the holes in his black mask. “Ladies.” He drew the word out, and Michelle could hear the smile in his voice. “Follow me if you please.” He had a shotgun pointed at their faces.
Michelle’s heart beat so fast and hard it was painful. The sight of that barrel pointed not only at her but at her sister made it hard to breathe. Her muscles trembled
as she clutched Marina and walked past the masked robber and toward the front of the store. Franklin, Thomas, and Elias were on the ground with their hands behind their head. Elias met her eyes, and she could see the struggle there.
She knew it was his natural instinct to fight, to protect. This had to be killing him, and his brothers, too.
The other masked man had his gun pointed at Jim Bob as the older man emptied out the contents of his register into a black canvas bag.
The man behind her prodded the gun into Michelle’s back. “On your knees, bitch. And put your hands behind your head.”
Slowly she lowered herself, keeping her eyes on Elias. As she put her hands up, she blinked slowly once, trying to let him know that she was okay, that this was going to end up all right, that she had a cool head. She hoped he did, too.
Marina whimpered behind her, and Michelle turned to look around.
“Don’t fucking look at me.” Michelle quickly turned back around but not before seeing that the man had the barrel of his gun at the back of Marina’s head.
“Hurry up, old man,” the calmer one said, prodding Jim Bob with his gun.
“Don’t do that,” Michelle said fiercely but then realized what she had done and lowered her eyes.
The man at the register laughed. “What? This?” he said, shoving Jim Bob again. “You don’t like that?”
Michelle held her tongue but couldn’t stop from glaring at the man.
“What about this?” he asked, hitting Jim Bob on the back of the neck with his gun.
“Stop it!” she cried out, biting back angry tears. At the blow, Jim Bob crumpled to the floor.
“Well, damn. He wasn’t supposed to do that,” the man behind the counter said, looking down at his feet. Then he let out a weird little laugh.
