She slipped her panties off and Douglas held out his hand. Once she handed them over he raised them to his nose, closed his eyes and breathed in her musky scent.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He pocketed her panties and more moisture rushed out of her pussy as she tried to remember how to breathe.
“Turn around,” Patrick told her. He was so close the hair on the back of her head wafted when he spoke.
She turned, looking up into his eyes, which were locked on her.
“Go over to the edge of the desk, put your palms flat on the top edge and then take two big steps away from it.”
An image of what she would look like flashed through her mind.
The implications of the position gave her the courage to follow his instructions.
She didn’t wait until he had to ask her again, even though she liked the idea of him physically forcing her to do what he wanted. A flush spread up her chest as she imagined his hands on her.
Damn, but they turned her on.
She wanted their hands on her, their scent, their eyes just like they were as she put one foot in front of the other until she stood in front of the cluttered desk. Hector pushed a few papers farther back on the surface, knocking something off the far side that none of them seemed to care about. He moved aside a coffee cup holding pens and pencils and then pointed to the cleared spot on the desk.
“There. I want them right there.”
The way they thought, the way they commanded her, the way her body listened to them…it scared her because it all felt so real and so right.
Her fingertips slid across the smooth surface of the wooden desk until her palms connected with it.
She took two steps back and she had a flash of arousal and awareness of what would happen next.
The slap of one of the mens’ hands on her ass still caught her off guard, making her gasp. “What—”
Several more swats to the rounded globes of her rear stole her breath and her sanity.
“You just disappeared,” Hector growled in her ear. “After we took you, fucked you, owned every inch of you, you pushed all of us away and left. You were crashing off the adrenaline rush, lost, confused and you just. Left.”
Douglas or Patrick smacked her ass again and she moaned, unable to gag her reaction to them.
Her being utterly naked, vulnerable, while they stood next to her completely dressed was so sexy that something in her mind shifted. She’d do anything in her power to please them.
Hector cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her yip, squirming to get away.
“Not gonna happen.” Douglas caged her body in on the other side, blocking her retreat. The tension on her tit eased and she twitched as sexual desire flooded every inch of her body.
Fiery swats rained down on her ass, burning it with the heat and intensity of their worry. She lost count of how many licks she took.
She’d never thought of them thinking about her as much as she thought of them. “I’m sorry,” she panted out between smacks.
Then all of a sudden Patrick was at her side and Douglas moved behind her.
“We had no way to get in touch with you. The girls sure wouldn’t give us your number since it’s against club rules. We stewed for two weeks, waiting, hoping you’d come back to us.” Patrick captured her other nipple and she arched into all of the sensations racing up her spine.
Heat radiated off her ass as Douglas’ cool hand made her shake and shiver. He dragged it over the curve of her rear, down the crack of her ass, grazing her puckered hole and down to her pussy. “Someone likes her spankings, I do believe.”
He put some of his fingers inside her, fucking her until the knuckles on the balled-up portion of his hand jammed against the mound of her pussy. He twisted his wrist at the apex of every stroke, filling her to the point she moaned on each shove of his arm.
Patrick spoke again. “You will never run out on us again, baby. Never. I want to hear you say it.”
He pinched her nipple again until she gasped out, “Never, never again. I’m sorry. So sorry. I never meant to make you worry. When I left…before I even left the property I knew I’d made the wrong decision.”
His palm warmed the side of her biceps, up across her shoulder, down her spine and down more until one of his fingertips circled the entrance to her ass. Douglas retreated for a second while Patrick gathered some of her pussy juice and spread it over her asshole.
Hector tormented her nipples while the other two men filled her channels with their fingers. Patrick’s thick digits slid inside her ass and he curled his fingers inside her each time, matching Douglas’ intensity, thrust for thrust.
“I want you to come for us and I want everyone in the fucking club to know exactly what we’re doing to you back here. There should be no one in a two-block radius who doesn’t know our names by the time you get finished coming.”
Laila’s body moved every couple seconds, trying to contain the joy she felt for being back in their touch. Physical touch, a lover’s touch. Just the surface of what she wanted with the amazing men surrounding her.
Her orgasm barreled toward her as if it were a train off its tracks. There was no stopping it or even slowing it down. It just kept coming, closer and closer until the impact of it was simply inevitable.
“I’m so close…”
Douglas changed the angle he penetrated her pussy at and angled it more downward, toward the floor.
Laila’s eyes popped back open even though she didn’t have a clue she’d closed them at some point.
“There it is,” Douglas praised. “Your G-spot is so fucking sexy, filled with that sugary sweet liquid I want to see running all down your legs. I want it to coat my hand when you come.”
Patrick’s insidious fingers stretched and scissored her asshole just enough to make her feel the burn. Wanting to come so it would stop wouldn’t get her there. Wanting him to continue until he buried himself so deep she rode his dick to completion was what she wanted.
Douglas punched his fingers into her pussy, stimulating that spot he’d found until she could barely think.
It was too much.
She opened her mouth to tell them to stop, that she’d evaporate in the heat of the moment but Hector chose that very instant to reach with his other hand beneath her pussy and rub her clit roughly. No finesse, no sweet touch and retreat.
He attacked the special nerve-laden button peeking out from the protective little hood that shielded it from everyone, including her on a regular day.
His rough hands rubbing her sensitive flesh almost, almost pushed her over the edge. Patrick moved her one step closer, whispering in her ear about how beautiful she was. How special and perfect. Douglas’ flirty demeanor was gone. In its place? Dominance. Alpha male claiming what was his. She hovered above the threshold of ecstasy, needing him to throw her over into oblivion.
He slapped her ass. One. Last. Time.
She exploded.
Any other word just wouldn’t cut it. Liquid pulsed from between her thighs and she coated her legs, her feet. Sensation had never been more intense.
She yelled their names, twitching, bouncing on her tiptoes, arching her back and digging her fingernails into the desk. She wanted to leave her mark on something of theirs as surely as they were marking her.
The orgasm continued as they milked her holes for every ounce of pleasure they could get, until she begged them to stop.
They all pulled free at almost the same moment and her head fell between her outstretched hands. “How can you fucking make me feel so perfect?”
No one answered and she tried to straighten to look over her shoulder but Douglas grabbed her, whipping her around until she faced him.
The beast stared back at her.
The dominant force living inside him was out of its cage. Roaming free in front of her, pacing, stalking her and she knew she’d set him free.
Elation followed quickly by renewed need pulsing through he
r well-used sex.
He was naked, as were her other two men.
Her men.
Fuck.
He dragged her over to the couch where he collapsed, pulling her on top so that she straddled his body.
He had gotten a condom on at some point, probably when he’d shucked his clothes, and her slick and used pussy slid down on him. She wrapped around him with thanks and gratitude and a fair bit of love as she took him inside her body.
He nestled in good and deep, never taking his eyes from her face. He grabbed her by the throat, yanking her to him so he could pillage her mouth as he desired. He pumped his cock into her so fast she opened her mouth in shock. He jackhammered inside her and she gasped several times because she was sore and loving it.
The brush of hairy legs on the backs of her thighs startled and delighted her in equal measure.
Patrick moved in close, doing nothing short of growling at Douglas to get him to stop moving.
Laila looked over her shoulder, watching him guide his cock into her asshole. The look on his face as he thrust inside her ass. It was rapture and Thanksgiving and Christmas morning all rolled into one.
He grabbed her hips and fucked her ass as if she were going to disappear. She latched onto the cushions behind Douglas, digging into the fabric as he sucked on her nipples, biting her tits hard enough to leave marks.
Fucking hot as hell.
Hector…
She turned her head to the left and there he was, fisting his cock, coming toward her, ready to go.
His free hand latched onto a fistful of hair and he angled her head how he wanted it.
“Fucking hell. Shit.” Patrick shoved inside her ass, bucking his hips, grinding them against her sensitive rear as he came into the condom he wore.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as Hector fed his thick cock into her mouth. He moved in deep and stayed there for a little bit.
He didn’t ease out and slowly thrust back in. No, he fucked her face. It was his for the taking and he took her exactly how he wanted to.
His fist tightened in her hair and tears leaked from her closed eyelids. Douglas bit her neck.
An orgasm she didn’t even know existed flashed up from her toes, down from the top of her head and ignited when it reached her groin. She clamped down on Douglas as he continued to fuck her and he grunted against her neck.
Patrick pulled out of her and slapped her ass one more time.
Another wave of pure sensation raced beneath her flesh, joyfully bouncing from one cell to the next at the speed of bliss.
Her pelvis ripped the orgasm out of Douglas and he yanked her down on his cock, holding her hips so tight she’d wear his bruises for days, if not weeks.
Her eyes closed on exactly how delightful that was—
“Look at me,” Hector barked.
She scrambled to open her eyes just as he almost pulled his dick free from her mouth. “Stick out your tongue.” He pumped the thick shaft and shouted as the first stream of cum shot into her mouth.
“Every drop. I want to watch you lick up every fucking drop.”
He came in her mouth, the flavor of his essence dancing across her taste buds. She hummed as she swallowed him down. Taking a piece of him into her as she watched him.
She never took her eyes from him and he gave her exactly what she craved.
“Lick me clean,” he ordered and she did just that, smiling as he rubbed the head of his shaft up and down her tongue.
One more time she swallowed and then he was there, bending down, kissing her, tasting his cum in her mouth and she moaned again.
That’s when she heard it.
Applause.
She twisted her head away from Hector and he wiped her bottom lip. “Lick.” He held his thumb in front of her and she sucked it into her mouth, licking it inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
“They’re clapping,” she stated and then instead of freaking out, getting nervous or wanting to hide she did something she never thought she’d ever be able to do.
She hugged Douglas, pressing her tits to his chest, and laughed.
“Fuck I love that sound, baby.” He kissed her neck, her shoulder, then back up to her jaw and her mouth. Nothing else felt like being kissed by him.
By them.
When he released her mouth, she sighed, touching his smooth scalp, wanting to touch any part of him, every part of him.
Hector and Patrick collapsed on the couch next to him, watching her, smiling at her.
“I quit my job,” she blurted out. Wow. Totally not how she’d planned to tell them.
Several eyebrows raised.
“Why?” Hector asked with a fair amount of disbelief.
“I’d already been approached several times by other magazines about freelancing with them. Under my contract with Risqué I couldn’t work with them at all. No other magazines actually.” She shrugged, trying to downplay the changes she’d put in place until she knew if they would be well-received. “There’re other things I want to do.” She glanced at each of them and then focused on Douglas’ chest again, where she couldn’t keep herself from drawing a pattern on his tanned flesh.
“Other things? Care to be more specific?” It was Patrick who asked this time but she wasn’t ready to answer that question yet.
She needed to ask them something first.
She bit her bottom lip, feeling hidey and a bit scared. Hector reached over, tugging her lip free, running the pad of his thumb across her moist skin. Her pussy and ass clenched and she was a bit sore. The moan that slipped free made her twitch and the men stiffened right along with her.
“You have something to ask or say. We aren’t going to bite…unless you ask nicely.”
He expected her to smile if his grin was any indication but he sobered quickly when her lips didn’t move.
“What is it, baby? We’re all here. Just spit it out.”
“What if I’m not good enough? Or even just enough?”
They all remained silent, not understanding, and she mentally pulled on her big-girl panties.
“I’m not young—”
“You’re not old either, Laila. You’re gorgeous just being you.”
“But what if I’m not enough for you? Or you? Or you?” She nodded at each of them, staring them in the face as she continued. “I’m not getting any younger and I don’t think I can handle being with you. Love—” She swallowed, trying to get through without stumbling on that word again. “Loving you, for one of you or all of you to walk away for some twenty-something-year-old yoga teacher who you can fuck into a pretzel.”
“Is that your only concern? Because this one’s easy to answer.”
“What if you guys want to be with someone else? You’re all virile, potent, yummy and delicious men who have sexual appetites that I honestly don’t know if I can keep up with. What if I can’t satisfy you and you need…more?”
Douglas tucked her hair behind her ear and considered her question for a moment before answering. “I can’t speak for the other two, but for me? I don’t want some barely legal chick who doesn’t have a clue about who she is or what she wants. I’m not looking for a fuck buddy or a one-night stand. Been there, done that, burned the T-shirt.”
“Agreed,” Hector said while Patrick nodded.
“I want a woman who’s been through the growing-up phases of her life and I want someone who’s willing to accept a relationship with three fully grown men who want to push every boundary she has and find new ones and obliterate those as well.”
Douglas licked his bottom lip. “I want a woman who’s going to run to us with her problems instead of fleeing to someone else to work them out and shutting us out in the process. I want someone who can love us and be with us for who we are, not the novelty of having a foursome.”
“But why the foursome to begin with? Will we always have to be together or can I enjoy you separately too?”
Douglas hissed when she scraped his abdomen with he
r fingernails. “Separate, baby, and together. We like fucking you all together, seeing you try to stay coherent, trying to focus but then surrendering to what we do to you. Controlling every inch of your body.” He pinched her nipple and she gasped, trapping his hand to her tit.
His cock jumped against her swollen pussy and she sighed at the intimate contact since they were both still naked.
“What about if you find another woman you want to have sex with?”
“There’s only one rule.”
She looked over at Patrick, who grabbed the back of her neck, tugging her forward so he could nibble on her lips.
“We talk through everything and anything first before anyone else is brought into our relationship. And answer me honestly. Would you be completely opposed to the thought of being with a woman? Some pretty pussy, shaved bare so you could taste her, tug at her pussy lips with your teeth? Fill her wet snatch with your fingers and make her come as we walked you through it? Would that be so bad?”
Awareness skittered up her spine, making her girlie parts hum in appreciation at his suggestion.
“No, that wouldn’t be bad. Not when you put it like that.”
“We’ve played by the rules, Laila.” He kissed her again, then released her, sitting back so he could stare at her. His eyes flared as she licked his taste from her lips. “We only play by one set of rules now. Ours.”
Douglas brought her face back around to his. “Then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Fair enough?”
She nodded, unable to keep her smile off her face for even a second longer.
“I fucking love it when you smile.”
She smiled widener, unable to help herself. “I got an apartment in town too. Signed a six-month lease.”
“Damn. We thought we were going to have to kidnap you at your hotel and convince you to give us a chance. Things might have gotten rough and we know how you hate rough.”
The idea inflamed something inside her, some need she’d never acknowledged before.
“You are definitely our kind of twisted,” Hector conceded as he adjusted his cock behind his jeans.
“Damn straight,” Douglas agreed. “Do you still have your temporary card to The Library?”
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