“With me at the gazebo,” he stated into his phone.
“No, I’m just teasing her with her panties I took off her a while ago,” he stated to whoever was on the other end, and she was shocked. He closed his phone and placed it back in the clip on his hip. With one hand, he held the panties, and with the other hand, he curled a finger, indicating that she come to him. Of course she refused. In fact, she gave him a bit of his own medicine.
“I don’t need those panties anyway. It’s not like anyone is going to stop me on my way home,” she stated then turned to leave. It took Eloi about a half a second to catch her by her arm and pull her to him. He held her hand and her panties behind her back as he faced her.
“That pussy is mine and my brothers’. You aren’t flaunting around the city with nothing under that dress,” he scolded, and she tried to hide her giggle. But then she felt him doing something to her hands.
“Are you up there?” Armand asked through the darkness, and Angelique jumped at the realization that she and Eloi were no longer alone. She might as well be naked now that her panties were off. Oh yikes, she felt her pussy leak. She was actually turned on by this. Eloi spoke over her shoulder, and she realized that he used her panties to tie her hands together. Oh crap.
* * * *
Armand took a deep breath as he walked up the steps to the gazebo. He didn’t know if Eloi was fucking with him or not about removing Angelique’s panties. All he knew was that he thought she left and then Margarite mentioned to her men that she felt maybe Angelique was scared of him and his brothers because of a bad experience with a man. He was jealous, and he was angry, but mostly overwhelmed with the need to find her and hold her. Marcel and Remy were saying good night to their parents then headed this way. Eloi had picked a great spot to make out with Angelique. His dick felt so damn hard that each step he took was torture.
“What seems to be happening here? You got some trouble, Sheriff?” Armand asked, and Angelique swayed.
“This woman of ours got no panties on. She thinks that she is actually going to go home like this,” Eloi stated then licked along Angelique’s neck, causing her to roll her head back. Armand took position behind her.
“Really?” he asked then slowly bent down a little, placing his hands on her knees before slowly sliding them up and under her dress. He could feel the soft, smooth skin on Angelique’s legs. They were shaking, and her body moved toward Eloi.
“Really. Have yourself a look,” Eloi said, and Armand continued to push upward until he covered her ass cheeks with the palms of his hands.
“Oh God!” Angelique whispered then jumped as Armand pressed his erection between her ass cheeks. Even with the dress pants on, she could feel his hard cock. He moved his hands to her hips and squeezed while he thrust slowly, causing her to spread her legs apart a few inches.
“You’re right, Eloi, she’s not wearing any panties,” Armand whispered against her bare shoulder.
“She’s naughty, that’s why,” Eloi said then reached up and pinched her nipples despite the material barrier.
Armand pulled her back against his chest then glided his hands to the front of her waist from behind. He nibbled on her neck, and she laid her head back against his left shoulder.
“You know what happens when a man finds a woman naked under her dress?” he asked, and she squirmed as her breathing grew rapid. He squeezed her hip bones, and she lightly pulled back toward Eloi. Armand wouldn’t have it. It was his turn with their woman. He wrapped his arm around her waist and used his other hand to cup her pussy. She moaned again, and he caressed the folds, amazed at how hot and wet she was.
“Fuck, baby, you hot, hot, hot down there,” Armand whispered as he used his fingers to spread her folds.
“She’s real hot, Armand, and wet and delicious,” Eloi responded as he helped to lift her left leg up and place it on the bench. Armand adjusted his stance and his hold of her.
“She looks so edible, Armand. Her breasts pushed out like so, her red plump lips parted, and her legs spread just right. You have to taste her.”
“So do we,” Remy chimed in as he and Marcel approached the gazebo from behind Eloi.
“What took you so long?” Armand asked while he pressed two fingers up into Angelique and made her moan. His brothers just stared in amazement as they took position in front of her and beside Eloi.
“We’re here now. That’s all that matters, and I want some dessert,” Marcel stated then fell to his knees in front of Angelique. He caressed her thighs as he raised her dress higher.
“Can I take me a taste, Angel?” Marcel asked.
Angelique tried to look at him, but instead she moaned and thrust her hips toward him and against Armand’s fingers.
“I think that’s a yes, bro,” Eloi said then chuckled.
Armand slowly removed his fingers to give Marcel some room. He cupped her right breast and pinched the nipple.
“Oh yeah, this here looks real good,” Marcel whispered as he spread her pussy lips and licked her folds. Angelique muffled her own scream as her body tightened then shook in Armand’s arms.
“She likes that a real lot, bro, keep it up,” Armand told him, and Marcel continued to get his taste of their woman.
It was Remy who began kissing Angelique’s shoulder on her left side then slowly pushed her dress down low enough to pull a breast from confinement. He poked out his tongue and licked her nipple, causing it to bead before their eyes.
“She’s real responsive,” Armand whispered while he tweaked the nipple and breast he held in his own hand. He could feel her body shaking and her moans grew louder.
“My hands. Oh, please untie me,” she begged as she tried to pull her hands forward.
“That’s your punishment for trying to leave here with no panties on,” Eloi reprimanded with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“But I can’t touch them and I can’t take it, I’m going to explode,” she told them.
Marcel increased his speed while he finger-fucked her and caressed her inner thighs.
They could hear Marcel slurping then Angelique moan again.
“Oh God, what are you doing down there?” she demanded to know. Her voice sounded deep and sexy to them. Whatever Marcel was up to, it was making their woman wild.
“My turn, bro,” Armand interrupted. Then Marcel kissed her pussy before he rose to his feet and took Armand’s position holding Angelique.
He stood in front of her and smiled.
“She looks so fucking hot, yeah?” Armand asked out loud. He absorbed her naked body from the waist down, her wet pussy and her long, toned legs. He could see the blush across her breasts which were now both out from behind the confines of the dress she wore. She looked like a goddess. Their goddess.
Armand bent down and kissed her leg from behind her knee to her inner thigh. She squirmed and wiggled as Marcel held her against his chest with his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand over her breast.
“Fucking beautiful,” Armand whispered then poked his tongue out to taste the glistening cream that continued to leak from her pussy.
“You hot for us, huh, chère?” he asked then plunged his tongue inside her folds. Her legs gave out, but Marcel caught her, and Remy placed a hand under her thigh to spread her wider for Armand’s ministrations as well as for support. She continued to moan as Armand sucked, nibbled, and licked her pussy in between pressing his finger in and out of her cunt. She was hot and wet for them, and he felt triumphant. She wanted them, and he was certain this would work out. He continued to finger-fuck her in between licks as she moaned and thrust her hips forward.
“I can’t take it,” she nearly growled as her body dipped, and she burst into flames beneath his wicked tongue. He licked and sucked until she was shaking for release, and then he felt the tap to his shoulder. Remy wanted in.
Armand kissed Angelique’s pussy then slowly rose, caressing her thighs on his way back up.
“Sit down with her there,”
Remy told Marcel, and Marcel pulled her to the bench.
Armand lifted her so she was sitting on Marcel with her back against him and her legs over his thighs spread wide before them.
She had to sit up because her hands remained tied behind her back, but the position caused her breasts to push forward as well as her pussy. It was such a sight.
“Fucking amazing, Remy. She looks like a feast,” Armand complimented as Remy knelt down between her legs.
“Don’t she, and she’s all mine, too,” he whispered as he blew warm air against her folds.
* * * *
Angelique felt the tears burn behind her eyes and her belly ache with such desire and need it was almost painful. She never felt even half as desirable as these four men made her feel. The lust in their eyes and the masculine physique were a fantasy come true, even if she never thought about being with more than one man before now. She wanted their mouths, their tongues, their cocks, and their bodies touching every inch of hers. They were unreal and must have some kind of powers, putting a cunja on her, a spell of some kind that made her lose all self-control. She was basically naked, spread wide for their viewing, and restrained. Apparently she didn’t know that bondage turned her on or being submissive like this. Her legs shook with anticipation. Remy was teasing her.
She felt the slight tip of his tongue tap against her folds, but not enough to really be considered anything more but a tease.
“Touch me, please, Remy,” she begged, not caring that she showed such weakness.
“Like this?” he asked then blew a warm breath against her needy pussy lips, causing them to tingle and throb with need. She wanted cock, that’s what she wanted, but she would never admit that and not now. They would think she was easy.
“Yes, please, Remy, I need,” she told him and thrust her hips forward, trying to make his tongue caress more of her folds.
“Are you going to try to leave us again without a word?”
“No,” she moaned.
“You’re going to work at the site this week with us?”
“Yes, anything.”
“You promise to stay the night tonight with us, sugar?” he asked, and she held her breath. They were all silent. She wasn’t ready for that. She needed time to adjust.
“Please, Remy, it’s too soon,” she told him, and he held her gaze.
“You want us all, right? You feel what we’re feeling, right, aimé?” he asked, and she nodded her head as he plunged his tongue between her folds and sucked. He was on a mission to make her come fast and hard. She knew it as he licked, sucked, then pressed two fingers deep within her. She moaned louder until Marcel tilted her head to the side and covered her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. Armand leaned down and took her right breast into his mouth, devouring her nipple and sucking her areola hard. Eloi took her left breast into his mouth to yank and tease her flesh. They were going to be the death of her. Remy shoved his fingers deeper and faster in and out of her pussy until his knuckles rubbed against the sensitive flesh and kept pressing her folds apart. The sensation tingled and caused goose bumps to erupt through her body. They each had a hold on her, and she lost it. She screamed deep against Marcel’s mouth and tongue as her men took her over the edge together.
Her chest heaved up and down as, slowly, Remy calmed his rhythm then licked her pussy, soothing any achiness and licking away the tiny eruptions that followed.
Marcel released her lips and caressed her hair. He undid the knot around her wrists and released them as Armand and Eloi slowly released her nipples, kissed her breasts, then pushed the material back up to cover her body. She was a puddle of noodles, unable to move as her men adjusted her to their liking. Her men? What was she thinking?
She couldn’t think as Marcel laid her over his lap and held her against his chest. He kissed her cheeks, her lips and held her tight. Armand bent down to kiss her. “Merci beaucoup,” Armand told her then kissed her lips.
“Thank you, sugar,” Remy stated, taking a seat next to Marcel and pulling her legs onto his lap. She was spread across Remy and Marcel.
She looked to Eloi with hooded eyes and noticed that same stern, unapproachable expression he had. Was it just him, or was there more to that look? Her head felt fuzzy, and she had absolutely no energy left at the moment, so she closed her eyes and rested against Marcel’s chest.
Chapter 6
They gathered around her, caressing her body, whispering in gentle voices about the community center, their parents, and their home on the bayou. Listening to them, absorbing their expressions and good looks, she knew each one of them was masculine and sexy in their own unique way. Her belly quivered, and her insides stirred to life at their touch and their voices. It was so soothing and relaxing she almost fell for it all. It was too much too soon, and she knew better than to let her emotions and needs get in the way of reality. Every relationship started off perfect. Every man had his way of manipulating and invading hearts. Women wanted the storybook fantasy and the hero that could whisk her away or eliminate the past mistakes. He would be different than her ex. They would be different. The anxiety started to overpower the spell they had woven over her. A woman of the bayou, the swamps, and a family less fortunate, she had fought hard to achieve success, if that’s where she was at. She had money saved, a booming business ready to explode or remain her secret pleasure. She wasn’t ready to take risks. She wasn’t ready with her business, and she wasn’t ready with her heart.
She sat up and began to get up off of Marcel. His thick, long thigh was between her legs as she stood, and he held her hips in place. Her hair began to fall forward out of the clip and nice hairstyle she had earlier. She probably looked a mess.
“Where are you going?” Marcel asked her, not releasing his hold.
“It’s getting late,” she whispered then tried to act nonchalant as she raised her arms and pulled the clip and pins from her hair. She shook her head and ran her fingers through the locks. When she looked up, the men stood staring at her, and Marcel remained holding her.
She felt Armand move in behind her and run his hands through her hair before gently pulling it all to one side and gripping it lightly. He kissed her neck and her shoulder. She could feel his erection press against her lower back. He towered over her. They all did, and here she was in a compromising position. This was a first test to their chivalry and to her ability to trust a man again.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, and Marcel scooted further to the edge of the bench so he could grip her better. He laid his cheek against her belly, and she wanted to give in to their demands. She wanted to stay and see where this led. His breath was warm against her belly. He was masculine and strong, just like a man ought to be. But it would kill her in the morning if she was just an easy lay and this was all a game. Placing her hands against his head, she gently rubbed his hair. The feel of his short whiskers tickled her palms. He squeezed her hips and ass toward him and whispered, “Stay.”
“I can’t. It has to be like this.”
“Why?” Armand asked over her shoulder, kissing along her shoulder bone while he gently glided his erection against her back. As aroused as she was, she couldn’t give in so easily. She felt the sexual pull along her hip bones and straight to her center. Damn, she wanted to stay. This was awfully hard.
“I have a life, a job, and responsibilities,” she replied as she gently pulled away from Marcel. He lifted his head but held a serious expression on his face.
“Where do you work?” he asked, and she felt as if her heart sank in her chest. She couldn’t tell them. She had to see where this led before she let them know who she was, where she came from, and the business she had.
“My panties please?” she asked as she put her hand out palm forward, ignoring Marcel’s question.
Armand released her abruptly, and she stepped out of Marcel’s grasp.
“I can follow you. I have ways of finding things out sugar,” Eloi stated, holding her panties by his long, thick index finger. The sa
me fingers that made her come undone a short time ago. She felt both aroused and wary of his statement. He could use his law enforcement position to find her home and to find out everything about her. Hadn’t her ex done the same things?
She turned away, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She felt the hand on her shoulder a second later.
“Angel? What is it?” Remy. She knew his voice, his touch, and his scent already. She was doomed. She had to do this her way. She needed to feel in control.
Abruptly she turned toward Eloi with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Is that how you play your game? Use your position as lawman and that badge, that gun to get women to do what you want?” As the last syllable left her lips she felt guilty about accusing him of being immoral and untrustworthy. He was a passionate and strong-willed man, but she had been burned once before, and that fear made her tongue lash out.
He looked her over then slowly walked closer. “I don’t need any badge, sugar, but I do have some wild ideas about you and my handcuffs.”
She wasn’t expecting that. “Harrumph,” she exhaled in annoyance. Eloi smiled, immediately making her insides burn with such a force of attraction and need that she wanted to stay. She wanted the storybook fantasy. But she couldn’t give in. Not yet anyway. She held his gaze as she took a deep and unsteady breath.
“I really need to get. Panties, please?” she asked, holding her hand out.
Eloi held her stare for a few seconds while the others waited and watched. He lowered the panties, signaling for her to step into them. She had to hold his shoulders while she did it one leg at a time or she would fall. She tried to cover his hands with her own and pull the thong up herself, but apparently the sheriff had plans of his own.
His hands pulled the panties up every inch of her skin, lifting her dress along with it. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her against his body. His cock was hard and thick against her ribs. He sure was a big man.
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