Calen’s fingers fisted in Van’s short dark waves and he pumped himself into his lover’s hungry mouth. Van groaned. “You like watching Van suck my cock, don’t you, baby?” Calen said in a sultry tone.
“Mmm-mmm, yeah,” she moaned, her hands continuing to stoke her need.
“Come closer,” Calen enticed and crooked his finger at her.
Melanie shook her head. “No.”
“Get that fucking shirt off, then,” he ordered. “I want to watch you play with your big tits.”
Mel gasped and did as he asked. After dropping her shirt at her feet, she swayed her hips reaching for the clasp of her bra. Unfastened and holding the cups in place, she slid the straps off her arms.
“Don’t tease me, woman,” Calen growled. “Get it off.”
Melanie tossed her bra at him and squeezed her breasts together.
Calen caught the flying lace in mid-air and brought it to his nose. The flaring of his nostrils as he inhaled her scent on the fabric made her nipples pucker tighter.
“Nice,” Calen praised. “Now your pants.”
Maintaining eye contact with her lover, Mel unbuttoned her pants and slid them over the flare of her hips and down to the floor. Stepping out, she kicked them aside, turning her attention to her drenched panties. Sliding her thumbs under the waistband she slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
Calen and Van had turned themselves so Van could enjoy her striptease as well.
“Christ, you are so fucking beautiful, baby,” Calen growled. “Isn’t our Mel beautiful, lover?” His hips thrust harder against Van’s mouth.
Van moaned around the cock between his full lips.
“Come join us, baby,” Calen said, his voice raspy, his breath harsh.
Again, Mel shook her head. “I wanna watch,” she whispered. Pulling the scrunchie holding her mass of dark curls, Mel sashayed across the bedroom to the chair in the corner. With a slow sensual turn, she lowered herself onto the edge of the seat and spread her knees wide. Leaning back, Mel’s right hand began massaging her heaving bosom, while her left ventured south.
“Turn around, lover,” Calen ordered Van and knelt behind him, helping to remove Van’s jeans. “I want you to watch our girl while I shove my cock up inside you.”
Van’s body trembled as Calen’s hands stroked over his body. Grabbing the bottle of lube off the bed, Calen popped the top and squeezed the clear gel into his hand.
Mel’s breath grew harsh when Van’s eyes closed, knowing Calen’s fingers were stretching him for his taking. The friction of her fingers pressing against her clit sent her need spiraling to a dangerous level. Desperate to hold on a little longer, she slowed her caress.
“Your pussy is so wet, baby, I can see you dripping from here.” The deep timbre of Calen’s voice coursed through her, making her shiver. “Push a finger inside, baby,” he told her.
Mel did, watching as Calen’s hips took position behind Van and she gasped a silent cry, matching Van’s as Calen’s cock slipped inside him.
“Finger fuck that hot pussy,” Calen directed her. “Faster, baby. Add another one.”
Losing her control, Mel wriggled on the edge of the chair, barely focusing on the movement of her hand and her hips, concentrating on her lovers before her.
Calen thrust harder and faster, the heat in their eyes as they watched her told her they were both close. Reaching under Van, Calen gripped his cock in his hand and pulled the thick flesh. His strokes matched the thrust of his hips and her fingers.
“Come down here and let me eat you, baby,” Van growled low.
For a third time, Mel shook her head.
“You’re a fucking tease, wench,” his husky reprimand near pushed her over the edge.
“Mel’s so close to coming, lover,” Calen announced. “I can smell her sweet pussy from here.”
Van began rocking, competing to dominate Calen’s claiming. “Fuck, Calen, she isn’t alone. Don’t stop.”
Across the room, Mel exploded with a hoarse sob and trembled before them as a violent climax ripped through her. Barely taking a moment to enjoy her release, Mel got up from the chair and knelt in front of Van. Cupping his face in her hands she pressed her lips to his, swallowing his cry as he met completion. His body shook as behind him Calen’s orgasm claimed him.
With her butt resting on her heels, Mel caught him as Van collapsed into her lap with Calen across his back. Several minutes passed as the trio continued to enjoy the aftermath of their lovemaking. Mel ran her fingers through their hair, reveling in being a part of their expression of their love.
Mel didn’t need to always be included when her lovers engaged with their respective male partners, nor did she want to. Respecting them and their unions, Mel had no problem allowing them time together. She derived as much pleasure watching, or participating as she just had, as when she did join them.
“Jesus,” Van groaned. “That was incredible.”
“Yes,” Calen agreed and placed a kiss to Van’s lower back. “Hot tub or pool?” he asked pulling himself from Van’s body.
“I want both,” Mel’s voice was husky. “I’m kind of selfish like that.”
Chapter Eight
Around eight-thirty the guys entered the house, cajoling one another about their football victory. Van wandered over to the refrigerator and grabbed four bottles of beer. Popping the tops he passed them around and the four raised their bottles in a toast.
Sniffling from the living room snagged their attention. Smirking amongst themselves, they moved into the room and spotted Melanie sitting in the middle of the floor with pillows stacked all around her, crying.
Although the crying jags had become rather sporadic, the four of them understood Mel’s hormones would continued to run amuck for some time to come and just took them as they came. It still broke their hearts when they found her in tears, but knew their Mel would eventually come back.
The four stood in the doorway watching her for several minutes before interrupting her. Each of them was enjoying every step of her pregnancy. Okay, they could have lived without the mood swings, sure, but as the countdown to her due date drew near, the four friends found themselves more in love with Melanie with each passing day.
In the beginning of their relationship, they’d found Mel’s full-figured curves appealing, sensual, and as her body began to change as their babies grew inside her, they rarely left her time to herself. They had eased up on the group sex unless Melanie initiated it, but at some point every day, at least one of them made love with her. The four of them just couldn’t get enough of her.
She was sexy.
Her skin glowed. The soft dark curls on her head felt like strands of fine silk between their fingers. The natural fragrance of her body had changed slightly, driving each of them out of their minds when they scented her.
She was radiant. The most beautiful woman they’d ever met. And she was all theirs.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Van asked.
“I can’t get up,” she cried.
“What are you doing on the floor?” Jake asked, and although his voice was sincere, his eyes betrayed hidden amusement.
“Practicing my breathing,” she panted out. “And doing some exercises.”
“How did you get down there?” Calen snickered.
“Getting down is easy, Calen. You can attest to that since you forced me down here this morning and had your way with me,” she snarled.
“That’s not quite how I remember it,” his tone teased.
Through her tears, Mel saw the shot to the ribs Philip gave Calen, before pushing off the door frame.
“All right, how long have you been down there like this?” Jake asked sympathetically.
“Twenty minutes,” she sniffed.
“How did you get to a sitting position, doll?”
“I can assure you it wasn’t pretty, Van.” She bit back a laugh as visions of her imitating a turtle stuck on its back flashed in her min
d. As the weeks progressed, Mel was finding it much more difficult to maneuver the big belly in front of her around.
There was no way in hell Mel would ever utter a complaint about her increasing figure; she was loving each and every moment of her pregnancy, the good right along with the bad. However, she was convinced the mood swings were going to be the death of her.
“All right, love of our lives,” Philip said, snuggling in behind her. “What has you in tears tonight?”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Jake dropped to his knees beside her. “Our babies are doing great, you feel good…” Mel swatted at his hand as his wandering fingers tweaked one of her very sensitive nipples.
He smirked as he brushed him thumb across the stiff tender peak.
Pulling the hem of her shirt up, Mel wiped the tears from her face. It was time to come clean. Ever since the evening she found out she was going to be a mother, the bad thoughts just wouldn’t go away. For months, she’d convinced her lovers it was just the hormones, but she knew they didn’t believe her entirely. There were nightmares tormenting her sleep once again, and on more than one occasion, they’d found her asleep on the sofa after leaving one couple’s bed or the other’s. They were a family, and her feelings and emotions were important to the men, and her bad dreams and insomnia were now disrupting their sleep.
It wasn’t fair that she continued to keep her fears to herself. Jake, Philip, Calen, and Van had worked so hard over the past two-and-a-half years, bringing her to a happy place in her life. Collectively, they’d help fight her demons and she owed them the courtesy of being open and honest with them.
“I’m afraid,” she mumbled.
“We know, honey,” Philip said. “Tell us why.”
“What if I hurt them?” she whispered. “What if I’m just like my parents?”
There, she’d said it. It was out there in the open and she couldn’t take it back. She’d now shared her biggest fear with them. Mel couldn’t fathom the desire, want, or urge to ever hurt her babies, but she had grown up being constantly tortured by her parents. What if it was in her genes and she wouldn’t be able to control it? What if…
“Aw, sweetheart, you will be nothing like your parents.” Van’s hands were rubbing her belly. She liked that, found it soothing, and the babies did as well.
“But how do you know? Maybe it’s buried inside me and I won’t be able to control it.”
“This coming from the woman who carries spiders and other creepy bugs outside to set them free instead of killing them,” Jake said softly.
“Babies are different, guys, they cry. They need to be fed, changed, bathed… What if I hurt them…what if I forget…what if I don’t hear them?”
“Baby, have you forgotten to feed the old tomcat that’s been hanging around for what, six months now?” Van asked.
“What cat?” she asked, knowing her attempt at the innocent act didn’t fool any of them.
“Well, none of us eat cat food -- okay, there was that one time in college on a dare -- but did you really think we wouldn’t notice the bag of kitty-crunchies in the cupboard?” Jake teased.
“And how about the cat carrier lined with our old T-shirts you’ve put behind the shed to give him shelter?” Philip joked.
“Oh, that cat.” She offered a weak grin. “But…what if the babies don’t like me?”
“Oh, honey, what’s not to like?” Calen asked.
“I cry…a lot.”
“Yes, you do,” Philip agreed with a soft kiss against her temple.
“And I’m really bitchy.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Jake chuckled, rubbing her feet. “No argument there.”
“What if I really fuck up badly -- there are two of them and only one of me?”
“You’re not alone in this, baby.” Philip’s words reassured her. “We’ll work together. Besides there are five of us to their two, and we’ll tag team them, if we have to, to get our own way.”
Philip’s words brought a snuffled snicker from Melanie.
“Okay, but what about…” She started and was silenced with a rough kiss from Van.
“Stop. We’ve been through this dozens of times. We will not permit you to ‘what if’ everything to death. Got it?” With a grin, his palm cupped her chin as he held her gaze.
They were right…as usual. What the hell what she worried about? She didn’t have to do it alone. This is what a family was supposed to do. Pull together and be there for one another. Their babies were lucky, they had five parents, four grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
It still astounded her that in the close to three years she’d been with Van, Calen, Jake, and Philip, her world had been filled with more love, more acceptance, and more laughter than she’d ever experienced in her young life. More than she ever thought she deserved.
Mel nodded and released a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, guys.” Mel sniffled.
“Apologies aren’t necessary, honey,” Calen said huskily beside her. “We’re aware of your apprehensions and your worries.”
“That’s right, baby,” Jake moved in closer and continued to rub her feet. “But you’ve got to stop holding things in. You know you can tell all of us anything and everything.”
“I know,” Mel whispered. “Thank you for being so understanding. I couldn’t do this without each one of you, you know.”
Philip’s lips nuzzled her neck from behind while his hands caressed her belly under her top. A meek protest escaped her.
“So…Calen took advantage of you this morning, huh, sweetheart?” Philip groaned as he pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside.
Melanie moaned as her body caught fire and her arousal took control. “Well…no…it was kind of…the other way around.”
“Mmm-hmm, we see,” Van’s fingers lightly pinched her hardened nipples through her bra while Philip’s fingers disappeared under the waistband of her pants.
Involuntarily, her legs parted allowing his fingers to slip between the dampening folds of her sex.
“Did Calen touch you here?” Philip asked pressing his fingers against her tingling clit.
“Yes,” she gasped as a thick finger slipped inside her.
“And did he do this?” Philip said, using slow strokes to finger fuck her.
“I sure did.” Calen’s voice was husky in her ear. “Didn’t I, baby?”
Mel could only nod.
The relief she felt as her breasts were freed from the restraint of her bra made her groan.
“Let’s get these pants off.” Jake’s hands were on her, tugging at her pants. “The rest of us can’t see what Philip’s doing to bring that sexy look to your beautiful face.”
Her capris and panties were removed and her lovers’ hands were everywhere, caressing her ultra-sensitive flesh. The need to touch her lovers was intense and she reached. With desperation, she tore at Van’s shirt while Calen’s fingers worked at pulling his sweatpants down his powerful legs and off.
Opening her eyes, a soft gasp escaped her lips. Before her, all four men were naked. The stealth they used to undress when they were anxious to fuck amused her. Filthy jerseys and sweats lay strewn all over the floor, and the living room reeked of testosterone and impending sex.
Jake knelt beside Van with a cushion off the couch. “Here, get your ass up on this,” he said to Van, setting the cushion on the floor beside them and covering it with the blanket that lay over the back of the sofa.
Van lifted his body and shifted the cushion beneath him, and reached for Melanie. “Climb on, beautiful,” he told her.
The others helped her into position and slowly she lowered herself onto Van’s cock. Taking his entire length inside her body, Mel leaned forward resting her hands flat on his firm pectorals.
Turning her head to the left where Jake knelt, his fingers plucking at her nipples, she whispered, “Kiss me.”
Jake leaned in, capturing her mouth with his.
Behind her, the prickly hair of Philip’s chest tickled her heat
ed flesh as he settled into position. “Lean over a little more, baby,” he growled. “Let me prep that tight ass of yours.” Without warning, a single finger entered her ass.
Her eyes popped open and she spied Calen coming from the hall leading from the bedrooms. “Here’s some lube.”
Unable to control the pace of her climb, Mel ground her sex against Van as Philip’s fingers stretched her backside. She was more than anxious to pull an all-nighter with her lovers and was prepared to take everything they offered.
“Easy, baby.” Van chuckled beneath her as another finger pushed into her body. “We’ve got all night.”
Pulling away from Jake’s mouth, Mel laughed out loud. “Have no fear, lovers,” she said riding Van harder. “I’m going to go all night.”
“Right on,” Jake growled and cupped a cheek of her butt. “Shove your cock into this beautiful ass, babe,” he told Philip.
“Oh, gladly,” Philip’s deep voice made her shiver. “Over just a little more, sweetheart,” he said with a gentle push between her shoulder blades.
“Hurry, Philip,” she pleaded as his cock breeched the tight hole. “I…I…”
“Sweet,” Calen’s voice whispered close to her right ear and his hand cupped her left breast. “Ride them, baby. Ride them hard.”
The sound of Jake and Philip kissing beside her left ear caused chills to course through her body. Jake’s hand caressed over the swell of her large belly, along her and Van’s skin, to torment the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs. With expertise, his fingers rubbed and pinched her clit with gentle yet demanding pressure.
Van’s hand gripped her hips, trying to control her desperate gyrating. “Easy, baby,” he whimpered. “Christ, I’m going to explode.”
Philip’s large hand reached around to grab her breasts as he rode her ass.
“Ahhhhhh,” Mel groaned as Van and Philip continued to stroke her. “Mmmm, I can’t stop…I can’t.”
“Then don’t, baby,” Calen encouraged her to find release, as his hand roamed the inside length of her thigh.
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