by Zoey Marcel
“Shh, you want this, dolce,” he crooned in that hypnotic Spanish accent of his.
Melanie stifled an aroused whimper. Their hands and mouths on her were killing her slowly with pleasure. Diego’s entrancing voice and mesmerizing eyes held her captive. The combined assault of all four men on her body had her hotter than she could stand. She throbbed and ached, needing to come, craving penetration. Something —anything—to stop the sexual pain.
Her orgasm built up inside her, causing the pressure in her lower abdomen to increase. She was sure the slightest breeze would set her off.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Diego said in an addicting murmur. “Just look into my eyes.”
How could she possibly be expected to lose herself in the prowess of his leer and focus on coming at the same time?
Her body started to shake and she mewled in pleasured torment when the tingles grew and burned hotter inside of her.
“That’s it, dolce. Let it happen,” Diego cooed, tracing a line between her bottom lip and her chin. “Give yourself over to it.”
His words devoured her like a forest fire and set her body aflame. Mellie started to shake and her pussy quivered with electric pulses that were quickly escalating. She knew she was about to lose it and tried to look away.
Diego firmed his hold on her jaw, not letting her. The other three men weren’t doing anything so she supposed they wanted her to listen to him. The control the sexy Latino exerted over her shredded her willpower to pieces and she let go and quit fighting.
The powerful orgasm ripped through her, tearing a broken cry from her throat. Between Jake’s finger up her clenching vagina, Hunter’s fingers being clutched by her ass, Emmett’s touches on her clit and breasts, and Diego’s unwavering stare, she was on sensory overload.
Melanie’s breaths came out in shallow pants and rapid gasps as the sexual energy ransacked her body. She jolted at the end, legs shaking badly.
Fingers slipped out of both her holes, making her clench on emptiness and cry out softly. A blanket was spread and then Hunter lay down on his back on it, pulling her down with him in a slow, decadent motion. His firm, hairy legs against her soft ass felt delicious.
“You all right, sweetness?” he asked.
She nodded frantically, not quite remembering how to form words together into a coherent sentence just yet.
“Just spread your sweet cheeks and sink down on me whenever you’re ready,” Hunter instructed as he suited up his erection.
She nodded again, still struggling to breathe normally.
Emmett stopped her and moved her back into position when she started to face him. “You’ll want to go down on him reverse cowgirl style.”
“Okay,” she breathed, vaguely recalling that girl on top wasn’t a favorite position of hers. It was dark, though, and these men were great with making sure she came out satisfied in the end.
She straddled Hunter’s lap and spread her butt cheeks apart, slightly embarrassed by his close-up view of her ass. He didn’t seem to mind. His heady moan told her he was rather enjoying himself.
He guided his cock into her butt crack and propped it at her backdoor. He nudged and eventually squeezed into her tight circle of muscle, inching into her asshole increment by increment. The steady advancement was pure torture. His thick, engorged cock punished her sphincter for resisting him and in return the snug muscle responded, opening to his will.
It burned and pinched, but she muddled through, growing hot beneath the unapologetic ogling from the three other men.
Hunter let out a long, scintillating moan once he bottomed out inside of her. Her bowels quivered around him, her anus stretching and pleading against his liberal girth. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t escape. Not that she had any sort of desire to flee from this physical utopia they showered on her.
His hand snaked around her waist, stealing the breath from her lungs when she wasn’t expecting it. His warm hand rested on her quivering belly, pressing her gently there as he pulled her back to lie against his muscle-packed chest. Her back absorbed the heat from his torso. His hair served as a cushy whisper against her skin whenever she moved against him in the slightest.
She felt wild and perverted when Hunter used his strong thighs to spread her legs open for his brother. Jake moved in and smeared lube all over her pussy folds, making her writhe at her own sensitivity.
She felt defenseless lying nude and ensconced in one man’s arms while two men felt her naked body all over with their lecherous eyes and a fourth man sat between her legs and played with her sex. But the helplessness was an unexpected addiction she craved. She knew that two of these men at least would take care of her and never let anything bad happen to her.
The other two men would more than likely seek to protect her if danger were near, even if only out of compassion for a damsel in distress rather than affection for her. It didn’t matter, though. This was surreal, maddening ecstasy she never wanted to lose.
Jake pushed two fingers into her cunt, making her back arch. “I want to rub you down until you’re so hot and ready you can’t even stand it.”
She was already there. Any more heat and pressure and she would combust. Jake seemed to think she could withstand a little more. He rubbed and prodded her G-spot, pressing it in all the right places to make it heat and swell.
He grinned. “It’s already swollen. You’re gonna come so hard with us both inside you. I can’t wait to feel your pussy around my cock.”
“Then quit yapping and stick it in her already,” Emmett grumbled.
Jake smirked and sheathed his dick. “I think I’m going to go in nice and slow so it pisses Emmett off.”
Emmett glowered at him. “You wouldn’t like the results.”
Jake slid in slowly, though nowhere near enough to be a deliberate aim at irking his brother. He groaned deeply when he moved deeper into her cunt.
“Mellie, baby, you feel so damned good.”
“So do you,” she admitted in a shaky voice.
His final thrust took him to the hilt inside her. The noticeable fullness gliding inside her primed walls made her sob with pleasure. Her eyes glazed and watered. She had that sensation of an out-of-body experience floating over her. Feeling Hunter lodged up her ass and Jake buried balls-deep in her pussy while Emmett and Diego looked on in approval was all consuming.
“Geez, Emmett, get to it already,” Jake sassed.
Emmett rolled his eyes with a smile on his face as he drew near. He knelt so his perking dick was within nomming distance of Mellie’s mouth. “I want you to play with Diego’s cock while we fuck all your little holes.”
Mellie blushed and reached for Diego’s erection once he was close to her and kneeling. She’d done three men at once, but four?
She wasn’t particularly good at hand jobs according to Danny, although Jake had seemed pretty pleased with her when she manually stimulated him to orgasm in his truck recently. Come to think of it, Danny had been in a rather foul mood when he’d told her that. It was after an argument. He could have said it to be a jerk and hurt her, but he’d said it before when he wasn’t in a cantankerous frame of mind. She’d stopped getting him off that way after several times of annoyed sounds when she wasn’t doing it right. She’d felt bad for the poor guy and inadequate, but he hadn’t needed to be such a turd about it. She’d been willing to learn if he’d have taken the time and been patient enough with her.
What if she was out of practice and had somehow gotten worse?
Why had she done well using her hand on Jake? Had she known what to do all along, but her self-consciousness had held her back with Danny? Had his body just been accustomed to different strokes than Jake was?
Her first boyfriend when she was eighteen had been uncut, but later on with Danny she’d learned he was circumcised. She never quite got the knack for stroking a cut penis properly with her hand. She was used to male flesh in its most natural state and had heard and found that the uncut men seemed to experience gre
ater pleasure during groping than their circumcised friends.
Jake was natural and she’d nearly wept with relief when she saw it. She’d had hope that she just might be able to please him if he still had his foreskin.
None of the men here with her now were circumcised from what she could tell. It was harder to determine when their dicks were fat and bloated with eagerness. If Diego was natural, she just might be able to please him.
Mellie smoothed her fingertips over his shaft, making the organ bob with readiness. His grateful moan encouraged her, and she wrapped her hand around his thick cock.
Emmett’s crown tickled her lips until she opened willingly for him. His hard, hot flesh swelled in her mouth, drizzling warm, creamy pre-cum all over her tongue. His salty masculinity and primal heat excited her taste buds and stimulated her saliva.
“This is a romantic setting, isn’t it, Mellie?” Hunter whispered into her ear. “All of us making love to you in the tall grass beneath the stars and the full moon.”
She moaned her agreement, feeling a cool breeze whisper over her skin. The sound of it rustling through the tall, gold prairie grass was soothing. When Emmett pulled out of her mouth for a moment to adjust his foreskin she was able to look up and see the diamond-studded night sky of stars. The full moon bathed the breezy plains in its silvery blue light, casting an ethereal glow over the land.
She wondered if men and women before them had made love to one another in this same grass. Pioneers passing through, Native Americans stealing away from camp for an hour—the plains were likely filled with wanton history that none of them were even aware of.
But tonight the lovers beneath the dark blanket above that twinkled with fiery sparkles were Melanie and her cowboys. She loved the way the ghostly white light of the moon cast its magic on the men’s strong, naked bodies. The moonbeams even looked good on her.
“It is beautiful,” she breathed, wishing the moment would never end.
“Hunter, in what universe is a liaison with five people making love?” Emmett asked.
“In this one right here,” Hunter murmured against Mellie’s cheek before kissing it.
She sighed and nuzzled him. The lovemaking was really only between her and Hunter and her and Jake. Diego and Emmett were only along for the wild ride. They added to the lust to be sure, but it was Hunter and Jake who made it feel like lovemaking.
“It’s a good thing they didn’t hire you to write the dictionary. You’d confuse the hell out of everyone,” Emmett teased.
Hunter chuckled.
“Open up, gorgeous,” Emmett ordered calmly.
Melanie took him into her mouth again and started to suck. She tried her hardest to lick and slurp him to satisfaction while groping Diego’s cock with her hand.
Hunter and Jake plundered her slowly from below. Their rhythmic thrusts while cautious still demanded her attention. Every time Hunter’s erection ate its way deeper into her bowels she thought he would kill her with the burning fullness. Her comforting angel brought her pain while her prince dug deep into her cunt, bringing her pleasure that was equally attention-grabbing.
Hunter’s hands gripped her hips some of the time and then held and caressed her belly at other times.
Jake kept her thighs spread open while he battered her channel. He got frantic in his pace pretty quickly, but Hunter maintained a fairly cautious speed in her rectum for which she was grateful.
Emmett had been an animal toward the end of his thrusts when he’d been in her ass the one and only time. The fierce jabs that had triggered his climax had dictated her pain, condemned her to suffer while he took his pleasure. Something about taking pain for a man during sex to please him and oddly herself had turned her on like she’d never expected.
Emmett fucked her face with a startling voracity. Evidently he was just a beast in whichever hole he laid claim to.
Diego aided her hand in working him toward the finish line. His hot, thick flesh was jacked up with lust and felt hard yet silky in her hand.
Her swollen gland of nerves grew fatter and even more sensitive inside her with each stroke of Jake’s cock against it and the added pressure of Hunter’s penis from the other side. There was tremendous going urges, but thanks to Jake’s toying with her earlier and the multiple orgasms they’d given her, the sensation passed quickly.
Now her G-spot suffered from blistering heat and ultra-sensitivity. Jake’s massaging thrusts wouldn’t let her escape it.
Hunter’s timely movements warmed up her ass. Friction worked like a wildfire, scalding her from the inside out.
“God, Mellie, I can feel you shake,” Jake ground out.
Fingers she assumed were Diego’s judging by which direction they came from flitted over her nipple with rapid movements. It felt like when they tickled her clit. Her taut nipples seemed almost as sensitive as her clitoris right now, particularly when Emmett jumped on the bandwagon and teased her other nipple with touches akin to flapping hummingbird wings.
Mellie squealed in protest and euphoric acceptance, crying out on Emmett’s rigid cock when Hunter started to massage her pounding clit.
“Shh, it’s all right, angel. We’ve got you,” Hunter whispered into her ear.
She felt the heat waves roll in over her in slow, powerful ripples of unseen energy. She sobbed with pleasure at the achy spasms that took hold of her. What started as a G-spot orgasm eventually became a clitoral one, or possibly both. It was difficult to tell where one climax ended and another began. Everything felt so good, like the men had a taboo possession over her.
Jake and Hunter grunted and let out brazen warrior cries at the brutal suction on their dicks. Her orgasm was soft and enduring, like a gentle snowfall, but with the intensity of a blizzard.
She wasn’t sure which man came first. Hunter and Jake came within seconds of each other. Jake’s final hammering in her vagina only prolonged the electric ripples of agonizing pleasure.
Hunter’s last few thrusts felt like throttling and caused her pain, but he was delicate about causing her suffering rather than losing it completely in her ass the way Emmett had. Both methods were fine with her, though she much preferred caution when someone was having at her ass.
Emmett gave a few more thrusts before unloading his semen into her mouth and then down her throat when she swallowed. She sucked as much cum off his cockhead as she could collect on his retreat from her mouth.
The men lingered with her while she kept at pleasuring Diego. It aroused the hell out of her to watch him fuck her hand like that.
“Dolce, you’re so good at this,” he said through clenched teeth just before he erupted in her hand.
She felt his cock balloon up and throb as he ejaculated, still pounding with exertion even afterward. The erotic sight of semen spewing everywhere and the private feel of sweltering male flesh pulsating in her hand thrilled Mellie and made her see Diego in a different light. She’d already thought he was as hot as the sun, but now she was certain he was even hotter.
Fuck Greyson, no disrespect intended. She wasn’t giving this up or the two cowboys she loved. If he didn’t want her running around with them at the threat of being fired, then she would just have to sneak some loving in with Hunter and Jake in secret. She just hoped Greyson didn’t find out or her booty would be in a heap of trouble.
Diego and Emmett thanked her and petted her for a brief moment before dressing and then heading back toward the house to shower and sleep.
Hunter and Jake lingered with her for a few minutes, fondling her all over and gazing up at the stars with her—the stark difference between love and lust.
Lust deserted her, or at best said thank you, before walking away.
Love came and stayed with her.
Chapter Ten
Melanie smiled when her sister called her later that night. She was happy to hear from Kendall again, but when she saw the time she groaned. She’d been about to go to bed and was exhausted after all the sexing.
“Kendal
l, do you know what time it is?” she asked through a drawn out yawn.
“Oh yeah, you’re two hours ahead, huh? Oops. Oh well, since you’re up, we can talk.”
Mellie smiled. “Might as well. What’s up?”
Kendall sighed, sounding bothered. “I just keep thinking about Amelia. She was murdered, right?”
“Yes, Kendall, she was.”
“I keep telling myself that, but sometimes I think…I wonder…some people thought that maybe she killed herself.”
“Your girlfriend didn’t kill herself, Kendall. We’ve been over this. Please don’t blame yourself for what happened.”
“You blame yourself for what happened to Danny,” Kendall reminded her.
Mellie sighed. “I know, but that’s different. I had a part in what happened to him.”
“Well, Amelia’s death was ambiguous. What if she…”
“She didn’t.”
Kendall screamed on the other end—a bloodcurdling scream that chilled Melanie to the bone.
“Kendall, what’s wrong?”
“There’s man looking in my window! Oh my god!”
The shattering sound of glass breaking on the other end of the phone nearly made Mellie’s heart stop.
“Kendall, get out of there! Hang up and call the police! Kendall!”
Her sister’s screams got worse and Mellie heard the slicing sound of glass sliding across the floor like someone was walking on it, crunching the shards underfoot. Violent sounds of a struggle ensued followed by a loud thump like Kendall’s cell phone had been thrown.
“Kendall!” Mellie yelled into the phone, not sure if she should hang up and call the police or stay on the line to make sure her sister was okay.
“Help me! Let me go!” Kendall hollered in terror.
“Shut up, bitch! I’m not even here for you!” a man’s voice bellowed.
Mellie’s blood ran cold and she immediately hung up and called 911.
* * * *
Emmett joined his brothers and Diego in bursting the hell into Melanie’s room when she screamed bloody murder and kept yelling someone’s name. They waited until she got off the phone to ask her for an explanation.
