by Amanda Rose
The apron falls to the floor and I feel suddenly … naked.
Naked in body andsoul.
These guys … they've known me for days and they're nailing me. Er, I mean, they're nailing all my issues, wants, needs, desires, and insecurities. Is it because they're musicians, artists? They just naturally have those … those empathetic souls that let them into the closed-off realm of my psyche?
I'm uncomfortable, but … intrigued.
What would it be like to have my own tribe of people? Four men dedicated to me, worshipping me, kissing me, fucking me … Ah. Wow. Why am I protesting again?! I must be stupid, a glutton for punishment.
“Can I fuck you?” Vale asks. Not one to mince words, is he? Guess he really does wait for something important before he speaks. His gold eyes look down into mine as I put my hands against the soft cashmere of his sweater. “I've wanted to since I saw you stumble out of that bathroom.”
“That was like, three days ago and I had blood all—” I don't get to finish my sentence because Vale captures my chin in ridiculously gentle hands. Firm though. Firm and gentle. Ahh. As soon as he does that, I feel myself start to go weak in the knees.
“Three days ago, blood … doesn't matter. I'm just telling you what I wanted. The moment I saw you, I wanted to fuck you.”
I lick my lips and Vale's gold eyes follow the motion.
“What about Crispin?” I start, and hear his sultry Southern laugh behind me.
“Oh, don't worry about me, Cherry Pie. Unless … you're curious to find out a few of the benefits of dating four men at once?” He comes around the island and pauses next to us, wiping his hands on his apron and grinning. “Ever had two at once? It's a hoot.”
“A hoot?” I ask as Vale turns my face back to him and kisses me.
Holy fucking Frosty the Snowman.
This man … his kiss is commanding but gentle, like a king who knows his orders will be obeyed. He has no need to be cruel, but he could, if he wanted to. Right now, though, he touches me like I'm the most precious treasure in the world, kisses me like I'm his queen.
My lips part and I let Vale in, his tongue sliding across my own with a sensual slowness that makes me groan and lean back against the counter. Keeping the heated contact between our mouths, he curls his hands under my thighs and lifts me up, setting me on the kitchen island and stepping between my thighs.
I'm truly not wearing panties, so … I can feel the hard bulge in his jeans against my bare cunt.
Vale slides his hands down the sides of my neck and holds them here, cupping me in his tattooed fingers as he works his tongue against mine, taking his time, his mouth tasting of butter and sugar. He's sweet and sinful all at once, and I feel myself surrendering to the pressure of his lips, his tongue, the slow cruel way he rolls his hips against mine.
Oh, shit, it's the most perfect form of torture—just enough to whet the appetite but never enough to feel full.
As Vale kisses me, Crispin steps behind him, putting his arms around the other man and pushing my dress up my thighs. I wiggle to help him with the movement, my bare ass rubbing around in the sugar that stains the countertop.
I don't even give two wild fucks that one of my brothers or sisters, my cousins, my parents could walk in here and see us. I'm practically a ghost to them anyway, so I doubt they'd even notice.
Crispin presses a kiss to Vale's neck and he shudders, opening his gold eyes to look at me and smirking.
“Is that a yes, Cyan Fallon?” he asks, raising a blonde brow, his colored hair draping over his forehead. I can't speak with his warm hands on the thundering beat of my pulse, my lips wet from his kisses, so I just nod. This isn't fucking like me at all.I destroyed Frost in that bathroom, kicked his bad attitude with my own. Well, okay, so it was a truce but … still. Right now, I feel … tender and vulnerable, exposed.
“It's a yes,” I say and Vale nods, dropping his left hand to fish a condom from his pocket. As he takes his other hand from my neck to undo his pants and push them down, Crispin scoots to his right and comes close to me.
Even with the strong scent of the baking cookies filling the kitchen, I can still smell Crispin's apple and mulled cider scent when he leans in, puts his fingers under my chin and lifts my face. His kiss is completely different than Vale's, eager and curious but not sloppy, oh no—there's nothing sloppy at all about Crispin Fox. When he kisses me, I groan and push into his mouth, sliding my tongue against his and curling my fingers in Vale's sweater.
I'm so wrapped up in Crispin's kiss that it takes me longer than it should to realize that Vale's gripped my hips and pulled me against him, using one of his tattooed hands to guide the head of his cock to my opening.
“Cyan,” he whispers, and I break away from Crispin for a moment, flicking my eyes to the drummer's gold ones. He smirks at me, the expression gentled only by the warmth in his gaze. With a powerful roll of his hips, he slips inside my warm folds with a rough groan. Oh. It's so much less practiced than everything else he does, that sound. It warms me up from the inside out, the heat spiraling up from the slip and slide of his cock in my heat.
Crispin moves behind Vale again and reaches out, grabbing my calves and lifting my legs, giving Vale better access as I instinctually wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of me.
“Yes, Cyan,” he murmurs against my mouth, kissing the corner of my lips and holding my ass in his tattooed hand. The other he lifts up, threading his fingers through my hair so he can control our next kiss.
As we fuck, our motions these slow, desperate rolls of hips and pelvis, Crispin reaches around Vale again, running his tongue up the other man's neck and pulling my gold dress down and over my breasts. I'm not very well-endowed, so I didn't bother to wear a bra.
I'm so fucking grateful for that now, as Crispin's big warm hands palm my tits, his thumbs teasing the tender pink peaks into a frenzy. My back arches of its own accord, pressing my breasts into his hands, moans tumbling from my lips and against Vale's hot, wet mouth.
The pleasure gets to be too much and I surrender completely to Vale Kesselring's mouth, letting him guide my tongue with his own. He tastes every part of me, like he can't get enough, running his tongue along my fucking teeth, licking my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. When Crispin adjusts himself slightly and reaches between us to find my clit, I buck my hips in a violent motion and Vale clamps a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream.
I can feel my pussy pulsing, fluttering, squeezing Vale tight between my thighs. He keeps moving, fighting the powerful clamp on his cock, making me whimper and moan and writhe. My body lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree, every single nerve ending alive and wanting.More, more, I want more.
If it's this good with two men, then what would it be like with four?
Vale works my body with these deep, powerful undulations, focusing his attention on my cunt and my mouth. Crispin picks up the slack, using my own natural lubricant to rub my clit in sensual, lazy circles. I thrash against their attentions, wondering where the hell the wild beast that rutted with Frost Manderach went. I feel as pliant as a fucking kitten right now … a slave to the overwhelming climax claiming my body.
When the bassist for Inked Pages puts his lips over my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, I lose it completely, coming with a violent scream that's just barely stifled by Vale's hand over my mouth. Wow. Second time in a week I've had to make sure my lips were covered during a naughty rendezvous. Might be a record.
My body takes Vale's along for the ride, locking down so tight on him that he has no choice but to succumb to the pleasure, his hot seed filling the condom as he shudders and thrusts, moving as long as he can before he collapses against me.
It's Crispin that holds us both up … just as the timer for the cookies goes off.
“I'll get those,” Vale says, sitting up slowly, eyes twinkling as he glances at Crispin and raises an eyebrow. He slides out of me, and I groan because shit, that felt good, and my body … she'
s not ready to be done. As I look over at Crispin, I find him with the full, thick curve of his cock in his hands. As he watches me, he strokes his palm—wet with my juices—down the velvety length with a ragged sounding groan.
“Do you want me to try this, Cherry Pie?” he asks, but how the hell is that even a question? He just called me Cherry Pie in a thick, sultry Southern accent. And his shaft is big and beautiful, girth-y and long. I want to feel it inside of me, wiggling my ass against the floury surface and licking my lips.
“Of course I do,” I say as Crispin comes over to me and slides his big hands under my ass. “There must be a reason nature designed women to go so much longer, right? Or be able to go again and again …”
“Yeah, so she could have four fucking boyfriends, Cherry Pie,” Crispin growls, putting his mouth against my ear and nuzzling the side of my throat. I throw my arms around his neck then slant my lips to his. We've just barely gotten started when I hear the sound of the kitchen doors swinging open.
Fuck.
“Well, hello, boys,” Crispin says, turning his head and then pulling me off the counter and into his arms, so he can carry me bride style. I'm so much shorter and smaller than him; I must feel like nothing in his strong arms. Holy crap. This day has certainly taken a turn for the … uh, interesting.“Would one of you boys mind fixing us up so we look decent? I'd like to take this little lady upstairs to her bedroom.”
The way Crispin says the word bedroom … god, it should be illegal.
“What the hell …” Frost says, licking his lips, his green eyes taking in the naked curve of my ass before Aspen moves over and tugs the gold fabric over my cheeks. His hands drop lower and I take a guess that he's putting Crispin's junk back in his pants.
“Cookies are on the counter and the oven's off,” Vale says, coming up to stand beside us, his mouth turning up in a smile. I just screwed the drummer for Inked Pages … and almost screwed the bassist. And the lead singer and guitarist? Well, Christmas fudge, they're looking at me like they wouldn't mind jumping in, too.
“Let's go upstairs,” I say, inviting them all, one special glance for each of the four men. “Now.”
The sound of Holly Cole's 'zat You Santa Claus follows us out of the room and up the stairs …
Luckily, we don't run into any of my family on the way up. If we had … I have no idea how I would've explained my ass and thighs covered in floor, the Southern hottie holding me up, or the three beautiful rock stars trailing along behind us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Crispin lays me on the mattress like I'm something precious, a rare gem he's beyond lucky to have uncovered. His eyes twinkle as he steps away from the bed and starts stripping, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Take your clothes off, sweet pea,” he whispers, and I rush to comply, eager to have him naked and on top of me, my nails clawing down his back, my cunt holding his shaft hostage. I wiggle out of the gold dress, tossing it aside and sitting there in nothing but my red heels with the little straps. I could take those off, too, but … “Leave the heels,” Crispin says, his voice raw and ragged.
As he finishes undressing, Vale makes a new fire in the fireplace and Aspen and Frost … they join me on the bed, taking their shirts off and moving toward me like I'm a ship and they're my anchors, tethering me to this world. It's a weird thought to have for men I hardly know, but I don't care. I'm a big girl; I know this isn't love at first sight. It's just … lust. That, and we all seem to get along pretty goddamn well …
Anyway, this definitely isn't their first time having group sex. It's obvious in the way they come together, surrounding me on the bed but not boxing me in. I still feel in charge here.
“You tell us what you're comfortable with,” Crispin whispers, his naked body one of the most glorious things I've ever seen in my life. He's tall and muscular, built like a working man, with tanned skin and warm brown eyes. His dick is long and curved just slightly, the size toeing that line between perfect and too big. I want to fuck him and find out.
Licking my lips, I scoot back and find myself pressed against Aspen's body. I groan as his arms encircle my waist and pull me against the nakedness of his chest. He's stripped his shirt and shoes, but his pants are still on.
That just won't work.
As the fire starts to crackle and pop, Vale makes his way back to the bed and watches as I turn, the glow of the Christmas lights highlighting the beautiful features of Aspen's face, the little red and green streak in his hair, his brilliant blue eyes.
Reaching my hands down, I undo his pants and free the thick hardness of his shaft.
“Shit,” he whispers, and even just hearing him curse reminds me of that beautiful song he sang me in the kitchen, his words caressing my ear as his fingers teased my pussy. I spit in my hand and then wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, working nice and slow and easy, drawing this deep, sensual groan from his throat.
Frost, on the other hand, doesn't need, want, or wait for an invitation, settling himself in the sea of Christmas pillows and taking his gloriously hard cock in his hand. As I watch, he narrows his eyes at me, lifts the edge of his lip in a growl and smoothes the beads of pre-cum from the head of his shaft down the length of it.
Fucking angel tree toppers, that son of a bitch is hot.
Aspen puts his hand on the back of my head and kisses me while I pump his cock, my eyes open and watching Frost's angry, wild movements. If I gave him the slightest indication, he'd be over here, flipping me onto my back and fucking me into a screaming orgasm.
“You're such a beautiful slice o' cherry pie,” Crispin whispers, licking a long line up my spine and making me shiver. He gets into position behind me, wrapping his arms around me and taking one of my breasts in either hand, kneading and caressing, nibbling my throat. I can feel the hard length of him bumping against my ass, eager for more.
Vale slides up on our other side, reclining, casual, like he's content to watch the show. When he catches me looking at him, he winks and then sits up to remove his shirt, his body dotted with beads of sweat from our kitchen encounter.
Pushing back into Crispin, I grind my crotch to his and he growls.
“Do it,” I whisper, just before I drop my mouth to Aspen's cock and put my lips over the head. Crispin Fox doesn't need a damn word more of encouragement than that, grabbing my hips with his huge hands and positioning himself to enter me. “Condom?” I gasp, coming up for air, just before his hands fist in my hair and pull my head back, his pelvis slamming into my ass, taking me completely.
“Of course, sugar plum,” he snarls, like he's having trouble holding back an orgasm already. “Shit, you're tight,” he adds, moving fast and hard, pounding my ass as I groan and try to focus on Aspen's dick, sucking and licking and kissing him. I pay extra special attention to the underside of his shaft, enjoying the way he thrashes underneath me, each movement of Crispin's hips making Aspen's dick move inside my mouth.
“I want to be inside you, too,” Aspen gasps after a few moments, and I lift my gaze to find his blue eyes watching me. “In your cunt,” he whispers, drawing me forward with a hand under my chin. Crispin moves along with us, using his hips to push me forward against Aspen. “Do you want to try this?” he asks, looking into my eyes, his fingers still on my chin. “It might hurt.”
I look up at him, the winds outside picking up speed and buffeting the side of the house. It's so cozy and warm in here, such a contrast to the weather. It makes it seem more special somehow, like this private little world made for just the five of us.
“That's what I thought about Crispin's cock,” I whisper, feeling this full, tight feeling between my thighs. Well, if I thought he was toeing the line of being too big, I was wrong. He fits just right. “I want to do this,” I say with force and Aspen glances over my shoulder to Crispin.
“Okay, babe,” Aspen whispers after a moment, adjusting himself in the pillows and putting a hand on my hip. Crispin withdraws his shaft with a groan of disappointment,
and I settle myself on Aspen's lap, using my tattooed hand to put his dick against my wet heat. Sliding down inch by inch, I take him fully into me with a groan of violent, wild need.
I've never fucked more than one guy in a night before … in a week, even. This is … exquisite, and it's fun, and why the hell have I never tried this before?!
Crispin let's me get settled on Aspen's lap before teasing my ass with his shaft.
“Have you ever done anal before?” Crispin asks me, but all I can do is nod. Aspen is long and as I rock my hips against him, I can feel him hitting the end of me. Warm thrills chase across my skin as I flick my eyes between Frost—still vigorously jacking himself off—and Vale, lying on his back with one arm behind his head, just watching us.
“A couple times,” I say, and I hear Crispin make a rough, wild sound from behind me.
“I better get the lube,” he whispers, but Vale sits up first.
“I'll get it,” he says, padding out of the room in bare feet, wearing nothing but his pants.
Crispin doesn't wait for him to get back, kissing my neck and back, teasing the opening of my cunt with his shaft, pushing against Aspen's dick like he can hardly stand not being inside of me. His frenzy and his want, they make me even hotter, and when Frost crawls over to us and leans down to start sucking on my breasts, I can't help it—I let the moans tear from my throat, violent sounds, almost screams.
Vale is back before I know it, squirting lube on his hands and climbing onto the bed. I can't see him, obviously, but I can tell by Crispin's groans how that lube is getting on his shaft. After a moment, I feel a small probe at my ass and flick a quick glance over my shoulder to meet Vale's golden eyes.
His mouth twitches into a smirk and he shoves first one finger, then two into my ass, fucking me nice and slow, teasing himself in all the way to the knuckles.
Aspen lets me watch for a few moments and then turns my face back to him for a long, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same moment Vale trades his fingers out for Crispin's thick cock.
