by Amanda Rose
"Smart." I nodded, and he threw me a sexy smirk.
"Not our first rodeo, Mila." Damn it … now I'm thinking about riding him.
"Seriously, Slade?" Ryder yelled, arriving back into the room panting and holding his hands over his junk. "You locked them all, didn't you?"
"Payback, bitch," Slade laughed, and threw himself down on the couch between me and Drex.
Ryder narrowed his eyes at us all trying and failing to contain laughter, then shrugged one sinfully toned shoulder.
"Suit yourselves. I'll just sit here naked for the rest of the night then." He sat down in the armchair facing the couch and, sadly, placed a pillow over his crotch. "My turn."
The evil glint in his eye told me payback was coming. Oh well, I'd just take a shot instead of whatever he had in mind. My tequila tolerance was way up there, so I had no concerns of getting plastered … yet …
"Drex," he said, instead of Mila—which was what I'd expected. "Truth or dare, bro?"
"Dare please, kind sir," Drex replied, giving me a grin that was equally as evil as Ryder's. Shit. Those two were like the dynamic duo, so this couldn't be good.
"I dare you … Drex Bailey … to kiss someone in this room for a minimum of thirty seconds. With tongue. Groping optional." Ryder nodded, like he'd just come up with a bloody Nobel Prize winning idea. The bastard. Actually, come to think of it … I was pretty okay with this dare …
"What is this, high school?" Blaze snorted but Drex threw a cushion at him to shut him up.
"Done!" he announced and I bit my lip nervously. Butterflies seemed to spawn and erupt all through my belly and my damn nipples hardened just thinking about this little game turning dirty.
"Don't fucking look at me," Blaze snickered. "My lips are all chapped from snowboarding today. Babe, you don't mind taking one for the team, do you?" His gaze burned into me while his teeth tugged and pulled at his lip piercing.
"You don't have to, Blitz," Drex said. "I suppose I can man up and take another shot. But can we switch to something other than tequila?"
"Oh my god, you're such a baby, Drex," I teased, then leaned over Slade to grab him by the chin. "Only because I don't want you getting too drunk too quickly, yeah?"
He nodded eagerly then closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine in a sort of tentative kiss. With a frustrated noise, I slid my hand around to the back of his head and used it to pull him closer, demanding more. Drex clearly took direction well as he came back at me with the forceful domination that I'd been craving. A small whimper of encouragement slipped past my lips as I let him take the lead and a warm hand slid under my shirt at the small of my back.
"Ahem, that's time," Ryder coughed, and I deliberately continued the kiss a few moments more before releasing Drex. When we separated, each moving back to our seats, Ryder was looking decidedly flushed and clutching the pillow in his lap just a fraction tighter. Slade left his hand under my shirt where he had slid it during my kiss with Drex, and made no attempt to hide the hardness in his pants.
"Um, so … my turn?" Drex chuckled a bit awkwardly, sitting back into the corner of the couch and tucking a knee up.
"Sure is!" I answered him brightly, seeing as the other boys all seemed a bit speechless. Something told me they really hadn't expected me to go through with that dare. I could really have fun with this …
"Perfect …" Drex gave me a long, heated look then turned to stare at the guys as if selecting his target. "Blaze … truth or dare, dude?"
"Dare." Blaze hadn't hesitated for even a second on that answer, and my stomach flipped with excitement. Who knew this game could be so fun?
"I dare you to do a tequila body shot." Drex hopped up and cleared off the coffee table, just leaving the bottle of tequila, a wedge of lime, and the salt shaker.
"Off of whose body?" Blaze asked suspiciously … and rightly so. If it'd been me, I probably would've made him do it off one of the guys, just for fun.
"Your choice, bro." Drex shrugged, but when his gaze turned back to me it was pretty damn obvious who he was hoping Blaze would choose.
"You'd better do it off me, Blaze," I sighed dramatically. "Ryder is still naked so that might be a bit weird for you guys."
"Oh, and she's a team player!" Ryder gasped, just as dramatically, and I smothered a grin.
"You have no idea what a team player I can be," I replied with a sassy sort of brow raise, then stood up and pulled my borrowed T-shirt over my head, leaving me in just my lace bra and loose sweatpants.
"Body shots are a messy business," I informed the guys, who all seemed to be sharing the same stunned looks on their faces. Slade and Blaze recovered the fastest though, having already been exposed to my unique brand of brazenness in the gondola.
"Let's do this then." Blaze nodded, holding my hand to help me lie on the coffee table. Carefully, he handed me the full shot glass to hold at waist level, then dusted salt down the length of my stomach and placed a wedge of lime between my teeth.
"Bottoms up," Blaze winked, then dipped his head low and licked a long, hot line down the salt on my belly. Reaching the waistband of my pants where I held the shot glass, he took it in his lips and tossed his head back to drink the tequila. Tossing it aside, he bent back over to take the lime from my mouth.
As he took the little wedge from between my teeth, he deliberately allowed his lips to brush mine. Blaze pulled back and I ran my tongue over my lower lip, pretending to be licking off the lime juice. I held his gaze as I did it though and his eyes widened.
"Fuck it," he muttered, spitting the lime aside and bending back down to capture my mouth with his own.
Shit, yes. My teeth grabbed his lip piercing and I teased at it while my hands slid up to circle his neck. With a frustrated growl, Blaze ramped up the intensity, tangling his tongue with mine like we'd been kissing for years. His hand slid down my throat, brushing the top of my breast before teasing at my hard nipple through the sheer lace of my bra. Ripples of pleasure radiated from his teasing fingers and I groaned, arching my back to encourage him, but instead he released my lips and pulled back an inch.
"Truth or dare, Mila?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Something about the way he said it, though …
"Truth," I whispered back, curious to see what it was that he wanted to ask.
"How drunk are you right now?" he asked, all traces of joking gone from his face and I frowned.
"What?" I sat up on the coffee table and brushed the excess salt off my belly. "That's not exactly where I thought you were going …"
"But it's an important question right now," Slade answered instead, and I turned to look at him. All four guys were watching me with serious expressions as I tilted my head and frowned again.
"We know you don't really have the highest opinion of our moral compass and that's deserved, given the image we portray. But we don't ever take advantage of women who are too inebriated to consent." Slade wasn't fucking around. Neither were the others …
"You've had quite a few shots," Drex pondered, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair.
A slow grin spread over my face when I realized they were actually serious.
"Wow, I really did misjudge you all, huh? Don't worry though, I have an insanely high tolerance for tequila. I'm not even halfway to drunk, I promise."
Slade continued to watch me through narrowed eyes and I raised my brows at him indignantly.
"But I mean, if you're all not into this … I know it's not your usual thing …" I stood up and picked up my T-shirt to put it back on, but Slade growled a warning noise and grabbed it out of my hands.
"To be clear, what is this that we're doing, Mila?" He clearly spoke for all of them here, and I grinned on the inside. This was shaping up to be a very interesting night, after all.
"I believe the technical term here would be an orgy, as dictated by five or more participants. A fivesome, if you will. Group sex." I said it casually, glancing at each of them from under my lashes. Oh, y
eah. They were intrigued as fuck.
"And ah," Ryder cleared his throat, shifting his lap pillow a bit, "is this something you've done before?"
"A fivesome?" I repeated, buying myself time to think of how to best answer, "No. Not five … but I was previously in a committed ménage relationship with two guys."
"So how does this all work then?" Ryder asked cautiously, and I knew without a doubt that I had them.
"Just … go with whatever feels natural, I guess." I shrugged. "Before, with my exes … we never really stopped to discuss the logistics of it all. Just do what you'd normally do if it were just you and a girl alone. Or you and several girls …"
"Works for me!" Drex said, grabbing my hand and pulling me a step closer to him where he sat on the couch still. "But for one thing, you're wearing far too much clothes, Blitzen …"
"Blaze, get the lights would you?" I heard Slade murmur in his quiet voice, and Blaze hopped up to do as he was told. He left just a few table lamps on around the room which cast a sexy sort of light to see by.
Drex, meanwhile, had hooked his fingers under the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and was dragging them ever so slowly down my legs to pool at my ankles. I stepped out and kicked them aside, leaving me in just my underwear.
Thank fuck I'd managed to find a sexy matching set of lingerie this morning instead of saggy granny panties.
"Damn, Blitz," Drex whispered, his warm breath feathering across the skin of my inner thighs and making me shiver.
Planting a hand on his shoulder, I pushed him back into the couch and straddled his lap. My hands slipped beneath his shirt and quickly stripped it from him before I dipped down to kiss his mouth.
Behind me, the distinctive rustle of fabric suggested the other guys were making quick work of their own clothes, and I could barely wait to turn around and see them for myself. Yes, I was familiar with having two guys at once. Hell, we'd even invited another to join us every now and then, so three was no great shock to me. But four was all new territory and my pussy clenched with excitement.
Warm hands slid up my back while I kissed Drex, deftly flicking the clasp of my bra open and sliding it down my arms to be discarded with all the other clothing in the room. Another set of hands palmed my newly liberated breasts, tweaking and teasing at my nipples with a familiarity that I already identified as Blaze.
A moaning gasp escaped my mouth and I broke contact with Drex's lips, dropping my head back to rest on Blaze's shoulder while he massaged my perky tits with his inked up fingers. Drex's mouth found the column of my neck and began kissing and sucking his way down it until he too reached my chest.
Blaze, I swear, was a total natural. As soon as Drex reached my breasts, Blaze released them and ventured further south, sliding inside my panties in a direct echo of our tryst in the gondola.
"Blaze," I gasped as his index finger tortured me, running circles around my hardened clit. Thankfully, he needed no further encouragement, sinking two fingers deep inside me while Drex's lips closed over my nipple.
Fuck me. I missed this.
"Should we move this into a bedroom?" Slade suggested from somewhere beside us. My eyelids cracked open and I peered at him through a haze of desire.
"Sounds good," I tried to reply, but Blaze chose that exact moment to tap my clit with his thumb and good became more of a gasp than a word.
"Blaze, let the woman up." He playfully cuffed the tattooed snowboarder's head and Blaze chuckled against my neck.
"Sure thing, boss," he replied, withdrawing his fingers from my aching cunt and making me whimper in frustration. "Don't worry, babe; I won't leave you hanging." He stood from his position kneeing behind me, then picked me up off Drex's lap and carried me bridal style over to one of the bedrooms.
"Uh, S?" Blaze prompted, tapping the door with his foot. "Keys?"
"Sorry," Slade muttered, quickly unlocking the door and holding it open for us. He and Blaze had both stripped down to their boxers which weren't doing much to disguise their enthusiasm for the current situation. Drex followed us, still in his jeans, and as Blaze gently placed me down on the bed, I spotted Ryder lean himself against the doorframe, gloriously naked with his impressive cock standing straight at attention.
"Come here, Ryder." I beckoned, totally unable to prevent my tongue from running across my lower lip as I imagined my mouth wrapped around his hard-ass dick. My fixation did not go unnoticed either as he followed my request and approached the bed. I patted the space beside me, and he took the hint, stretching out alongside me and propping himself up on one elbow.
"Hey there, Mila-elf." He smiled and I laughed. Between him and Drex, it would've been impossible to maintain my grudge against them, even if it had been warranted and there was no sex to sway me. They were just too damn playful.
"Having fun, yet?" I murmured, pushing him back into the pillows and straddling him.
"That's one way to put it," he replied, watching me with hungry eyes as I slid down his body and grasped his cock in my hand. Giving him a few firm strokes, I dipped low and took him in my mouth.
Normally, I would've taken my time with the foreplay, but I'd been getting more and more worked up all night while playing that game, and I was beyond the need for foreplay. Ryder was responding enthusiastically, bucking his hips to match my pace as I sucked up and down his dick, also seemingly past the point of foreplay.
Hands settled on my ass, smoothing down my cheeks and hooking under the lace of my panties, pulling them to the side. Someone's finger caressed the length of my pussy from ass to clit, then dipped inside my throbbing core. Not knowing who it was that was fingering me made it even hotter, and I moaned around Ryder’s cock.
Drex stretched out on the bed beside Ryder, having divested himself of this remaining clothing and propped himself up on an elbow, watching me suck off his buddy while he stroked his own rigid shaft.
I held his eyes the entire time.
From behind me, either Slade or Blaze removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. I gasped, pulling back from Ryder for a moment to pant and catch my breath while one of the Winter Wankers licked and tugged at my swollen, throbbing clit, threatening to send me crashing into an orgasm already.
"Jesus, fuck," I exclaimed, my breath catching in my throat, "you sure you've never done this before?"
"Mila, love," Slade purred, sitting on Ryder's other side which meant it was Blaze who'd just slid his fingers back into my pussy while his teeth teased my clit. "Just because we've never shared a woman doesn't mean we don't know what we're doing in theory."
"Oh good," I teased, "then you're good if we speed things up? We can always do a repeat later …"
Slade cocked an eyebrow at me, and I winked back, running my tongue up the length of Ryder who was still conveniently in front of my face. Blaze was still working me into a frenzy with his fingers and mouth, and it was all I could do not to totally shatter right then and there.
"I think we can manage that," Slade agreed with a sexy fucking grin on his face as he reached into the bedside table and tossed little foil packets at his teammates.
"Perfect," I panted, getting a short reprieve as Blaze took care of the condom situation. I also had an IUD, but it didn't hurt to stay cautious—especially with men as promiscuous as these four.
"Blaze?" I said, turning my head to look at him. Okay … also to catch a glimpse of him in all his inked up naked glory. Hot fucking damn. The jeans commercial he'd done recently didn't even scratch the surface of how sexy that man was.
"Yeah, babe?" he replied, rolling the thin latex down his seriously impressive length.
"I'm going to need you to fuck me now." My voice was low and needy, and Blaze looked at me with a cocky grin.
"That, I can do." He nodded his head to Drex, who grabbed something from the other bedside table and tossed it to him. Faster than I could even process, Blaze had flipped out a switchblade and sliced through the lace of my panties, leaving me bare and a little in shock.
"So impatient, babe," he laughed, but gave me what I wanted when he positioned himself behind me and slowly pushed his hard length inside. Taking a few shallow strokes, he lubed himself with my juices before pushing all the way in to the hilt, tearing a satisfied cry from my throat. The instant feeling of fullness as he stretched my walls sent me hurtling right up to the edge of an orgasm, and I found myself biting my lip to hold it back.
"Need a distraction, Mila-elf?" Ryder teased, and I took his suggestion. Wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft, I brought him back to my lips, circling his tip with my tongue then taking him deep into my throat.
Having dated two men in my late teenage years—both with a voracious appetite for sex, almost as bad as my own—I’d long since taught myself to circumvent my gag reflex. Meaning it was a piece of cake to take almost the full length of Ryder’s cock, causing him to groan and hiss as his fingers tangled in my dark cloud of hair.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Blitzen," Drex whispered, and I pulled back from Ryder’s dick a little to look up at him with a smug smile. My snappy retort was obliterated from my mind, though, as Blaze upped his pace and slipped a hand around to tease at my clit.
"Babe, I’m gonna come already," he groaned, while his tattooed fingers flicked at my clit and my mouth sucked off his friend. "I swear, I’m not usually this quick …"
"Fuck that, hurry up and come already," Slade ordered. "This is driving me insane just watching."
My mouth full, I clenched my pelvic floor in encouragement, mentally high-fiving myself for remembering my Kegel exercises when Blaze lost it. Grabbing onto my hips, he thrust hard and deep a few more times, moaning his release before reluctantly withdrawing from my soaked core.
"How do you want us now, love?" Slade asked me with heavy-lidded eyes, his hard cock gripped in his fist as he watched me lick a long line up Ryder's length.
"Toss me one of those," I said, holding out my hand for a condom, and Drex obliged. Using my teeth, I tore the packet open then paused, reading what it said.
