by Charlie Hart
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls in my ear as he pounds me. My pussy is so wet and he is incredibly big, so the friction of his fast, hard movements makes me lose all sense of reality.
I come hard, surprised by the intensity of the climax as it rolls over me. My cries reverberate off the barren walls and he clamps his hand against my mouth, shushing me. I bite down on his skin, wanting to taunt him. And he pulls out of my pussy, spinning me back around, lifting me to the table. He grabs my ankles, his hard cock so desperate to release.
He sinks himself into my pussy, the sudden movements causing my eyes to widen in delight. I grip the edge of the table, my back against the icy metal top, and he pounds into me until he comes harder than I’ve ever felt.
There is a knock on the door.
“Fuck,” he mutters, still coming inside of me.
Another knock, followed by Salinger’s voice, “Banks, could I have a word?”
“One second,” he says gruffly, as he finishes coming in my pussy. To me, he whispers. “Maybe I just knocked you up, wife.”
I’m catching my breath, shaky and spent. “If not, I guess we’ll have to try again.”
That gets a smile out of him and a rush of pleasure covers me. I don’t want this to end, but I know it must. Already my body knows that without him deep inside me, I won’t be complete.
He looks into my eyes, holding my ankles as if he owns them, looking down at me as if my body belongs only to him.
He was right. This is not making love.
This is fucking.
And I want more.
Chapter 5
Banks
Salinger frowns, looking between us when I open the door to my office. With Tia’s face flushed, and her tousled hair, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what we’d just done.
I finally fucked my wife. And it was incredible. There are still so many other things I want to do to her, but they’ll have to wait. My first order of business is making sure I impregnate her. I never thought breeding my wife would be so hot, but with Tia, it is.
“I’m heading home now,” Sal says, brows drawn when his gaze focuses on Tia. “I was just coming to see if you wanted to drive back with me.”
I can’t read his expression, but he looks slightly pissed. Not jealous, just bordering on angry and confused. And I remember Tia’s words last night that she wanted to take a break from sex until she made a decision about getting pregnant.
That we just fucked means she made her choice, and she made it with me.
Sure, he’s pissed. I get it. The whole thing is terrifying, even more for the men whose emotions are involved.
Tia glances over at me. “I, uh... are we...”
“We’ve accomplished enough today,” I say stoically, keeping my walls in place. Just because I fucked her doesn’t mean anything has changed between us. She’s my wife. In all ways now. But if I’m going to do what I set out to accomplish, my heart can’t get involved. “Go home with Sal.”
She sucks in a small breath, and I see a sliver of uncertainty in her gaze, maybe even hurt. If I was Giles or Emerson I might say some touching word to erase her insecurities, but I’m not.
I’m me.
Cold.
Calculating.
Controlled.
“What the hell is this?” Salinger says, picking up the half-empty vial and syringe that I left on the counter and reading the label.
“It’s a fertility drug,” I answer.
Salinger’s fingers clamp around the small bottle, and he says to Tia, “So you made the decision without us, again.”
“You know it’s the only way,” Tia says, moving towards him and placing a hand on his arm.
But Sal’s eyes lock on mine. “If something happens to her--”
“It won’t.” It’s a promise I can’t keep. But one that he and the others need to hear.
“I mean it, Banks. I’m not sure what game you’re playing here, but I swear to fucking god, I’ll hold you personally responsible if...” His jaw clenches and emotions burn in his eyes.
“Sal.” Tia rests her palm on his jaw and gives him a small smile. “This is my choice.”
His eyes close and he leans forward, placing his forehead against hers. “I hate this.”
“I know. But even if Lawson hadn’t given us an ultimatum, eventually I’ll get pregnant. And I trust Banks.” She gives me a sideways glance. “With my life.”
My chest constricts, and I push down the doubt that tries to worm its way up inside of me, reminding me of all the women in my care that I’ve lost. The babies I’d held in my arms that had never had a chance to take their first breath.
Fear settles somewhere deep in the core of my being, realizing that it could be my own child, my wife that I’ll have to place in a cold, metal box, besides the countless other patients that died in this building.
“The positive thing,” Tia says, with a teasing grin, looking up at Sal. “Is the no sex rule is forfeited.”
Even though I can tell he tries his damn hardest not to laugh, his lips twitch up, and he shakes his head. “You know I’d do anything, even have a case of blue balls for the rest of my life if it means keeping you safe.”
“Which is one of the reasons I love you.”
Feeling like an interloper on some lovers’ moment, I turn my back and start shutting down my computers.
“I’m going to go with Sal,” Tia says, coming up behind me.
When I turn around, Sal isn’t in the room anymore, but waiting in the hall outside the door.
“Okay.” There’s no emotion in my voice.
“I...” She fidgets. “Would you come to my room later?”
Hope brightens her face.
So fucking beautiful.
And the self-sacrificing part of her offers herself to me like a damn sacrificial lamb on an altar.
I could take it. Everything she’s willing to give. But she still has no idea how perverse my thoughts are. The things I really want to do to her.
“I have a lot of work to do.”
“Oh. Right.” She glances away. “I just thought...”
I take her chin between my fingers and turn her face to mine. “You’re my wife, Tia. My first responsibility is to protect you.” Even if it’s from myself. “I know what you want from me. But I told you, I’m not like the others.”
“I’m not asking you to be.”
“Good.” I nod at the door. “You should go.”
“But--”
“Be with your husbands. Make sure you’re with all of them. Don’t give any of them any doubt that the child you’ll carry could be theirs.”
She frowns up at me, more hurt in her eyes. “Is that why you slept with me?”
No.
Maybe.
Fuck.
“I didn’t sleep with you, Tia.”
“Right,” she says coldly. “You fucked me.”
I see Salinger shift by the door, and I have no doubt he’s heard most of what we’ve said.
“Fine.” Tia turns, but not before I see the tears she’s holding back. “I’ll see you at home.”
I let her walk away, and shake my head when Salinger raises his eyebrows at me, before placing a hand on our wife’s back and leading her away.
Chapter 6
Tia
At home, I go straight to my room and turn the shower on, needing privacy and time to think about everything that happened today. Undressing, I rub the spot where Banks injected me with the fertility treatments. I have no doubt that Salinger has already told Huxley, which means, all my husbands will know soon enough.
I wasn’t lying when I told Sal that I trusted Banks.
I do.
At least as a scientist.
He’s a brilliant doctor. And maybe that’s what scares me the most about him. His cold, aloof exterior reminds me in a way of my father. Married to his work. I wonder if he has any room in his heart for me.
He keeps saying he’s not l
ike the others, and I know what he really means. He’s not emotionally invested in our relationship. And I wonder if he ever will be.
Does it matter?
I have five other men who willingly give me affection and their love. And I love all of them in return. But I made a commitment to Banks as well. And I do care about him. At least the part of him that he lets me see.
And when he’d taken me. Possessed me. I’d felt completely consumed.
I step into the warm water and let the memories flood through me. He’d been holding back. But holding back what? I’ve read about men who like control, dominance in the bedroom. And the fact that he wanted me to call him Sir was a hint of his deeper desires.
But if it was just spankings and submission he required, I don’t know why he would hold back. I’m willing to give him everything. I’m starting to think he sees me as some delicate, breakable thing. But I’m not. I may have made some terrible choices, but I’m stronger than he gives me credit for.
And more stubborn.
I’m done letting him push me away. He told me to be with all of my husbands.
And I will be.
A smile tugs at my lips as I come up with a plan.
After I finish showering, I wrap myself in a black, silk robe and go downstairs. Emerson is obviously home because the house smells like garlic and roasted vegetables cooking in the oven. There’s also something sweet that makes me think he’s preparing one of his mom’s pies.
But I’m hungry for more than food.
Banks is just coming in the door when I walk into the living room and he pauses when he sees me, gaze trailing down my body, making my nipples harden and poke against the thin material of my robe.
I offer him a smile, but he gives me a brisk nod before turning his back to me and taking off his coat and boots.
“Hey,” I say to Giles, who’s resting on the couch. I lean over and kiss him softly.
Despite the wince he makes when he does it, Giles pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me.
He’s a lot thinner now than when we’d first married. But he’s gained some of his weight back since being home. I can feel the hard ridges of his abs as my hands skim up his t-shirt, and him growing hard on against my hip. I’ve been almost afraid to touch him since he’s been back. Afraid to cause him any more pain than he’s already been through.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“I’m always better when you’re here.” Green eyes smile at me.
I feather my hand through his dark red hair, then kiss him again, aware that Banks has sat down on the chair across from us, and pulled out his laptop.
Married to his work.
I sigh.
“Sal told me that you’re taking the fertility treatment.” Giles’ fingers dance across my shoulder, down my arm. “You’re sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes.” I hold his gaze, letting the heat mount between us, feeling him grow even harder as I slide my hand under his shirt. “I want your child inside me.”
A low moan vibrates from his throat.
Banks coughs, but I ignore him. If he doesn’t want to watch, he can leave, because I have no intention of stopping.
We’re married. All of us. And maybe it’s unwise to make my husbands jealous, but I offer myself to them equally. It’s his choice of whether or not he takes me.
I shift so that I’m straddling Giles’ waist. Beneath my robe, I’m completely naked, and he groans when it slides open revealing my bare breasts.
“You’re killing me, Tia,” he says, then glances at Banks quickly, before turning his attention back to me. “Maybe we should go upstairs.”
“Why?” I give a small shrug, fingers curling in the waist of his pants, and sliding them down over his hips so that his cock springs free. “He can join us if he wants.”
I stroke his cock a few times while staring at him, and without hesitation, Giles pulls one of my nipples into his mouth and gives a hard suck.
Wet and needy, I slide onto his engorged cock, taking every hard inch of him, knowing Banks is watching.
Giles’ fingers dig into my hips as I start to ride him.
“Shit,” Huxley says from the doorway of the study, eyes wide when he sees us.
The next thing I know another set of hands are on me, and my robe falls from my shoulders and is tossed to the floor.
“We just may be the luckiest fucking men on Earth,” Huxley whispers in my ear behind me, his hands massage my ass as I slide up and down on Giles cock.
Giles’ face is strained with lust and self-control, but I can feel how close he is to coming.
“Let go,” I say against his mouth. And he does.
I feel him come in hard, hot spurts, his orgasm ripping through him, and he cries out. “My God, Tia,” he mutters, hands on my breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs.
“My turn,” Huxley growls out, giving my ass a hard squeeze as he shifts my hips back, and I feel his cock nudge at my entrance.
I brace myself on Giles’ shoulders as Huxley thrusts into me.
Banks is still sitting in the chair, and when I glance over my shoulder, I hold his gaze as Huxley barrels into me with quick, hard strokes.
“Harder,” I cry out, one -- because I need the friction, and two -- wanting to show Banks I can take anything he can give me.
I’m no longer the innocent virgin he brought home.
And I want all of my husbands to understand that.
“You sure, baby?” Hux asks his hot breath in my ear.
“Yes,” I pant. “Give it to me nice and hard.”
He does as he’s told, barreling against my ass as his cock fills my warm, slick pussy. I feel Giles’ release sliding down my leg and it makes me feel so wanted being here like this, with both of them.
Giles’ mouth crashes against my own, and when Hux comes inside of me, I bite down on Giles’ lip, the hot fire in my belly growing to an inferno. I roll off of Giles, and Huxley moves aside, showing me that Emerson has entered the room.
I’m catching my breath, my knees parted. Hux hands me his t-shirt and I wipe myself, while Banks stares at my swollen pussy right across from him. I see his thick cock bulging in his slacks again, but he doesn’t make a move.
Emerson, though, doesn’t hesitate. “I came to tell you dinner was done, but that isn’t what I want to eat.”
A ripple of laughter rolls through the living room, and I grin, motioning with my finger for Em to come closer. On either side of me, my husbands watch as Emerson steps from his clothes, stroking his cock as he walks towards me.
Giles and Hux both hold one of my breasts in their hands. They massage them, planting kisses on my arms, on my neck. I feel another wave of desire wash over me as Emerson lowers himself to the floor, kneeling before me. His beard is so close to my pussy and I know what that means.
“Touch yourselves as you touch me,” I tell my husbands, and Giles and Hux listen to my erotic wish. “I love it when you get so hard.”
Below me, Emerson begins to lick my pussy, my slit so wet and ready for his tongue to devour me. I thread my fingers through his thick hair as he nuzzles against my entrance, sucking on my clit until my eyes roll back; until I’m moaning loudly.
I look across from me. Banks has lowered his slacks and is watching as I get off, his hand now under his waistband. I bite back a smile, not wanting to scare Banks away.
But it would be an outright lie to say I didn’t love the fact he is enjoying this.
“Jesus,” Fallon says as he walks in the house. “You guys, the blinds,” he shouts, rushing towards them. “The neighbors could see.”
But no one stops what they are doing.
Instead, I continue moaning loudly as Emerson moves his mouth against me, his tongue licking so slowly up my slit, teasing me into absolute agony.
“Ohhh, Em, make me come,” I cry. “Please. I want to come so hard.”
Banks grunts, his jaw tight, watching me get taken by all my husb
ands so willingly.
“Fallon,” Giles says, his mouth on my ear. “No one can see. The property is huge.”
Huxley has one of my nipples teased between his teeth and the pleasure courses over me. Emerson adds a finger to my pussy, flickering against my clit in such a practiced way that for a moment, I wonder where he learned such a thing. Then I remember he loves going down on me every chance he gets.
“Damn, Tia, you know how hot this is?” Fallon asks, his usual look of disapproval wiped away clean. Instead, the only thing I see when he looks at me is absolute love.
“How hot?” I ask, licking my lips. He growls and begins stripping. I guess I have my answer.
Emerson looks up at me. “Tia, you taste so fucking good.”
I run a finger over my pussy, then press it to my lips, before pulling him up to my mouth. I kiss him hard, and my hand runs over his thick cock. He’s been lost at sea and it’s about time I reminded him of home.
I guide him to the floor, straddling him and sinking my wanting pussy down on his throbbing cock.
“God,” he groans, gripping my hips as I swivel above him. Behind me, I feel Fallon kneeling, his strong hand on my back as he guides his cock toward my ass.
I lift myself off Em for a moment as Fal slides his hand between my legs, coating his fingers with my come. He slips a finger into my ass as I slide back down on Emerson. Running my hand through my still damp hair I ask Giles and Hux to come down here, too.
I don’t want anyone left out of the fun.
Fallon’s tip inches into my backside as I gently fuck Emerson. Having both of them inside of me at once makes my body scream with emotion. Every cell on my skin is awake, alive, and longing for release.
As they take me, I wrap my hands around Giles and Huxley’s cocks, pumping their shafts, knowing how close they are to coming. Their cocks are veiny and hard and oh, so ready.
My mouth itches to dip down and suck them off, for their milky come to slide down my throat, but they are too close. Just as I’m imagining wrapping my lips around their lengths, they are coming, both of them, ribbons of come spurting from their tips.
“Good God, woman,” Giles grunts, taking hold of my face and kissing me hard. “I love you so fucking much.”
