Fournicopia

by Delilah Devlin

  “Are you okay?” she asked, leaning back to look into his face.

  He gave her a crooked smile. “My ass and my dignity are feelin’ a little bruised, but yeah, I’m okay.” Then he straightened, letting his arm slip from Craig’s shoulder and reaching to the side to give him a brotherly shove. “Not a damn word.”

  Craig grinned. “Should I mention how awesomely good you are at blow jobs, bro?”

  Gus aimed a killing glare his way, but Craig laughed, looking down as he rolled up his sweatpants to conceal his limp cock. “Sucked the chrome right off.”

  Then, ignoring smiles and applause as he stepped off the stage, Gus grabbed for Aislinn’s hand. “You owe me.”

  Her smile was comically shy, given what she was and wasn’t wearing. “You earned it.”

  Gus squeezed her hand. “Get changed,” he said, done with submitting. She was on his time now. “We’re headin’ out.”

  She walked away, her pretty little ass swaying, her shoulders and back held straight and proud.

  “Have to say you surprised me.”

  Gus turned to find Mondo behind him, his always watchful gaze studying his face.

  “What did she promise you?”

  “That I could have her any way I wanted.”

  Mondo snorted. “Have you thought about what that is?”

  “Don’t go gettin’ in my head. I want straight-up sex. Boring vanilla. Me on her, in her, every way I’ve imagined.” Gus blew out a deep breath. “Am I wrong to think she wants that too?”

  Mondo shook his head, his mouth curving into a slow smile. “Don’t go easy on her. She feels guilty for pushing you. Punish her a little so she doesn’t feel like the giving is one-sided. Let her give back…to you.”

  Gus grimaced, realizing his cock was beginning to fill again. He cupped a hand over his burgeoning erection. “This has nothin’ to do with you.”

  Laughter rolled from Mondo. “Better get dressed or Craig will think you’re missing him.”

  “Helluva Friday night,” Gus muttered. He glanced toward the changing room door where she’d disappeared. Straight-up vanilla might be what he wanted, but he wondered whether something else might be what they both needed right about now.

  “Look, Mondo, I may need a little help.”

  When he’d surrendered everything to her, he’d felt that indefinable moment of what Mondo often referred to as the power exchange. He’d given control to her, but felt no less a man. He’d given her what she needed and wanted. Now it was his time to take a little back, to test her limits and see whether she trusted him as much.

  Smiling to himself, he thought that if part of what she returned was a little of her starchy pride, then that seemed more than fair.

  Chapter Seven

  Aislinn sat cuddled against Gus in the cab of his pickup, nearly dozing. She’d left her car at the club, eager to be alone with him, and although it seemed they’d driven aimlessly for a really long time, she didn’t mind. The quiet was restful, something she sorely needed.

  Streetlights interrupted the darkness as his big truck ate up the pavement. Country music played softly on the radio.

  She yawned and sank her cheek against the side of his upper arm. “I wouldn’t care if he did ‘lie like a Persian rug’, I still wouldn’t throw a diamond ring in a river.” His snort of laughter buffeted her cheek, and she grinned. “I’m a little more practical. Just sayin’.”

  Gus snorted. “Maybe she should have chained him up and fucked his ass instead.”

  She snickered softly. “Think he might have liked that a little too much?”

  His head shook, teeth gleaming in the darkness. “Sweetheart, she wasn’t you.”

  She liked that he wanted to reassure her, but she still wondered. “You okay with…everything?”

  He shot her a quick glance. “Are you happy?”

  “More than I can say.”

  “Well, hold that thought…”

  She hadn’t a clue where they were going until Gus pulled into a subdivision. She straightened in her seat, looking around at the small, neat yards and modest homes illuminated by streetlamps. “This where you live?”

  “Yes. Bought the house a year ago. It’s fixer-upper. Not much to look at just yet. I work on it when I get time.”

  The house was single-story bungalow, large windows on either side of the polished wood door, a dingy white stucco exterior with a dark metal roof. The yard was large, but other than trees in the front and back yard, bare. It looked in sore need of a woman’s touch. “I won’t be disappointed with anything you show me,” she assured him.

  He shot another glance her way and heat banked in his hazel gaze. She didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know that he was holding on to his control by a single, frayed thread.

  The moment the door closed behind them, he gripped her waist and hauled her up his body. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her, turning with her this way and that as though glancing around her to find his way. Moving to the center of the room, he stopped, kissing her silly.

  The lights went on. Her head jerked back, eyes widening. “Talent. I didn’t hear a clap.”

  “Not talent,” he murmured. “Friends. Take a look around.”

  Aislinn peered over his shoulder. Her heart grew still as she realized they were very far from alone. Mondo, Craig and one other guy she’d seen around the club were standing near the far wall.

  By their expressions, which were closed, she knew something was definitely up. She glanced back up at the man whose grip on her ass suddenly tightened.

  “Gus?”

  “You said any way I wanted,” he said, his voice lowering to a sexy rumble. “Trust me?”

  She eyed him, trying to read into his expression, but his face was closed. “What’s going on?”

  He shook his head. “They’re all here for you because I asked them to be.”

  The glint in his eyes was her only clue. “This because I made you suck a man’s cock?” At his raised brow, she added, “And fucked your ass?”

  “Give the girl a gold star,” he said, raising a single dark brow.

  “This a little payback?” She narrowed her eyes. “What if I like it a little too much?”

  “I’ll at least have the satisfaction of pushing you completely past your comfort zone, sweetheart.”

  “Like I did you… Uh huh.” She paused, realizing at last that he was completely serious. “Then I guess…I’ll trust you to see to my pleasure. And keep me safe.”

  His mouth formed a thin, cruel smile. If she hadn’t noted a hint of humor gleaming in his eyes, she’d have been a little frightened.

  “A little humiliation can go a long way,” he said, his tone flat. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  She jutted her chin, pretending she possessed more courage than she really felt right this moment. Unclasping her legs from around his waist, she let him slowly lower her to the floor. Once there, he turned her and snuggled her against his side.

  The three men in front of them began to strip.

  Now, she’d seen more than a normal woman’s share of buck-naked men, but watching his friends shed their clothes, baring bodies only a loving god could have molded, took her breath away. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest as they undressed, all the while noting the differences among them.

  Mondo’s body she knew all too well. He stood in all his caramel-colored glory, chest and groin completely shaved, his thick cock relaxed. Reaching back, he stripped a rubber band from his hair and shook his head. Long, black-as-sin hair fell to his shoulders. His mouth curved into a sly smile.

  Her mouth dried in an instant.

  Craig, with his pretty-boy blond good looks and shameless grin made her wet. He didn’t have nearly the control over the excitement raging through his body. His long, straight cock was reddened, swollen and completely erect. He clamped his fingers around himself and gave his shaft long, teasing strokes until she glanced up to find him smirking.

 
Her gaze swung to the third nude male.

  “Name’s Beau, ma’am.”

  “Hi, Beau,” she said, nervously licking her lips. His body was smooth and a dark creamy coffee. By the slant of his eyes, he was mix of Asian and African American. His body was cut, lean. He had large hands and feet—and a very impressive fat cock, thickly veined, the tip a deep purple.

  Her gaze snapped back up to find his lush mouth curving into a satisfied smile.

  The three stepped toward her, and it took everything inside her not to duck behind Gus. Not because she was afraid of them, but because she knew where this was going, and her whole body was quivering with so much excitement she felt ready to jump out of her skin.

  Instead, she held still as they all three surrounded her and Gus stepped away.

  She wasn’t sure where Gus was, but couldn’t be concerned, because his friends were opening her blouse, unzipping her jeans, lifting her feet one at a time to remove her shoes.

  Inside two minutes, she was every bit as naked as they were.

  Beau lifted her hand, closed his fingers around it and pulled her toward the sofa.

  “There’s things you should know about our friend, Gus,” Beau said as he took a seat then pulled her down, arranging her thighs to straddle his lap. His large hands cupped her breasts, thumbs and forefingers gently pinching the tips. “You willin’ to learn?”

  She nearly blurted a bratty “depends”, but held it back. Gus wanted this. She wasn’t sure why, but since he appeared to be okay with his buddies having a little fun with her, she wasn’t going to complain. In fact, she was curious about what Gus intended. Somehow, she’d missed reading any hints he was the kind of man who would willingly share his woman. And she had no doubts she was his woman—not after he’d allowed himself to be humiliated for her pleasure. “Is all this meant to be some kind of lesson?”

  “This is a little bit about payback, but it’s also about how far Gus’ll go to make you happy. Gus is a traditional kind of guy in his heart—even if he likes gettin’ his ass spanked by a pretty girl.”

  He flashed a quick smile. Where his expression had been inscrutable before, his dark eyes now gleamed with devilment.

  “And he thinks this will make me…happy?”

  “Not exactly. He’s showing you the sky’s the limit. He’ll do and be whatever it takes.”

  Before she had a chance to ask more, a condom hit the center of his dark chest.

  She looked back to find that Gus had stripped as well. His expression was neutral, but the heat banked in his eyes betrayed his jealousy…and his lust. Challenged by his hot glare, Aislinn picked up the wrapper, tore it open, then went to work rolling it down Beau’s thick cock.

  The sounds of latex snapping came from all around the living room, and she stifled a groan. He’d planned an orgy. What the hell?

  Not that she wasn’t game. If this was what he wanted, she’d make damn sure he was satisfied. Still, she needed him to be sure he could live with the outcome. “Seriously?” she said, aiming a glare his way.

  Gus shrugged. “Seems fair. I did things for you I never imagined I’d submit to. You broke me down. Now I want to watch you come apart, Aislinn. Also, I want my friends to love you every bit as much as I do.”

  “And them loving me is something you need?”

  “It’s something we’ve discovered binds us together. We’re as close as any brothers could ever be. Only one missing is Jackson. And he and his woman’ll be along too—as soon as he convinces her that watching us play will be fun.”

  “Holy shit,” she said softly.

  Gus’s chin jerked toward Beau. “Now slide on down his cock, sweetheart.”

  She blew out a harsh, jagged breath, cupped Beau’s broad shoulders and rose to let him fit the blunt, round head of his cock against her entrance.

  Then it was all up to her. She hovered on the tip. Her pussy contracted wetly, anointing it with her excitement.

  “Any second now,” Beau murmured, giving her nipples another sharp tweak.

  She sank, circling her hips and bouncing gently, sliding down and down until her groin met his. Filled, her pussy clenched around him.

  “Damn, Gus,” Beau said, hissing through his teeth. “Just dayum!”

  Hands braced her shoulders, and she turned to find Craig behind her. He nuzzled the corner of her neck, then smoothed his hands around her belly and up to palm her breasts. “Move, sweetheart. Take your pleasure on his dick. Beau has a nice dick, doesn’t he?”

  “Fucking hell,” she whispered. Then she leaned forward, ducking her head because Beau’s mouth was smiling and she was turning red, but she rose, pulling off him mid-way, and sank again.

  Craig moved her hair off the back of her neck and kissed her there then glided his hands downward, cupping her buttocks to lift her.

  She slid down again, the sounds her cunt made juicier now.

  Craig slid a finger between her cheeks and touched her sensitive asshole. “Gus’ll never fit here. He knows that. But guess who will?”

  Shock shivered through her. Her breaths came faster, so did her shallow up-and-down glides. Until cool gel touched her tiny back entrance and a finger snaked inside. She froze, snapping her head back.

  Beau leaned toward her and slid his mouth along her arched neck. His tongue stroked where her blood pulsed, heavier, faster. She rode the dick lodged deep inside her, the finger easing open her tiny rosette. When a second finger slid inside, she groaned.

  “It’s okay to talk. Or moan. We’ll even let you cry a bit,” Craig whispered against her ear. “Tell us all to go to hell. Whatever you need, baby-girl.”

  “Not your baby,” she blurted.

  Chuckles buffeted her front and back.

  Craig pushed her forward. Beau’s arms surrounded her, tucking her against his chest. He widened his thighs beneath her, opening her, and then she felt the tip of Craig’s cock jamming up against her hole.

  She shook her head, but Beau shushed her.

  “It’s gonna happen. Gus knows. He’s watchin’. Wanna disappoint him?”

  “Never,” she muttered. “But Jesus…”

  “Yeah, burns like fire, doesn’t it?”

  “How do you know?” she growled. “Ever have a dick up your ass?”

  He chuckled. “It’s gonna be okay. Relax.” His hand cupped her head, and he kissed her right as Craig pushed firmly against her.

  Her anus resisted, clenching tight.

  “Not cooperatin’…” Craig whispered.

  Beau’s tongue licked the seam of her lips, and she gasped, opening as he came inside. Her nipples beaded, rubbing on his smooth chest. His cock surged upward with a firm pulse of his hips.

  She sighed. Craig cursed. Her back entrance eased, letting him pop inside.

  Breath catching, Aislinn broke the kiss and rested her cheek on Beau’s shoulder. Her gaze fell on Mondo, who sat in an armchair, elbows on his knees as he watched. His firm mouth was turned up at the corners. She’d experienced anal play with him before. The smoke in his eyes said he remembered it all too well.

  “Not so bad now, is it, chica?”

  She wanted to close her eyes and shut him out. Shut them all out. She was stuffed full with generous-sized cocks. Her cunt and ass were convulsing, squeezing rhythmically around both men. If she moved, if they moved, she’d come apart in a second. “It’s too much,” she whispered.

  “We’ve only just started,” Mondo said raising a brow.

  Feminine laughter from somewhere behind Aislinn broke the stillness. “Looks like someone already started the party.”

  Craig laughed and leaned away from Aislinn’s back.

  Aislinn craned her neck to find a small woman with a single blue streak in her chin-length hair approaching. Her outfit was cute—thick black stripes of shiny PVC material covering her breasts and hips. She teetered on tall stilettos.

  The woman approached and bent to kiss Craig full on the mouth. She curled her fingers to flutter them at Ai
slinn. “Girl, do you have any clue how lucky you are?” She kissed Craig again, making a loud smacking sound.

  Craig’s laughter bubbled up to break them apart. “Jackson have you on a leash?”

  The woman looked back to a dark-haired man whose fierce, black scowl might have been frightening if it weren’t for the spark of interest gleaming in his eyes as he took in the threesome joined together on the sofa.

  “I’ll say,” the woman said. “He drove round and round while he gave me a list of Dos and Don’ts. I told him I’d never remember it all, so I asked him if we could boil it down to no fucking.”

  Craig waggled his eyebrows. “Leaves lots of fun still on the table.”

  “That it does.”

  Aislinn slid down Beau’s shaft to ease the ache that had built in her thighs as she’d hovered. “Introductions?” she gasped.

  The woman winked. “I’m Marti—and sourpuss over there is my fiancé, Jackson. If you don’t know already, these guys are all cops and all best friends. Some folks would say they take the friends part just a little too far. But who’s complaining?”

  “I’m Aislinn.”

  “I know. I saw you with Gus earlier. Amazing by the way. Never ever thought he’d blow another dude. Nice work.”

  “Thanks,” Aislinn said faintly. “Kinda busy right now.”

  “I can see that. I’ll just have a seat over there next to Gus. He looks a little lonely.”

  Aislinn might have been a little worried, but the humor in the other woman’s voice went a long way toward reassuring her that Marti was only here for support.

  Aislinn turned back to Beau. “Not bored are you?”

  His smile was strained. “I’m balls-deep inside a pretty girl. What do you think?”

  Craig nuzzled her ear then nipped it. “Gus thinks he’s the one runnin’ this show,” he whispered. “Thinks he’s in control. Why not give him more than he bargained for? Make him break?”

  The tantalizing suggestion sent fluid oozing down her channel.

  Beau’s dark eyes smoldered. “She likes that, Craig. Likes it a lot.”