by Amanda Rose
"Are...are you sure?" Forrest asks sweetly.
"I've never been more sure of anything." I reply. He gently kisses my cheek, then turns to Will. "Let me fuck her first." Will nods then scoots over to the nightstand. He opens the drawer and pulls out two condoms. I expect him to toss one to Forrest, but instead, he climbs back over to him. Forrest is now on his knees as well. Will comes up to him, opening the foil packet in his hand. He kisses Forrest as he slides the condom onto Forrest's cock. Just as I think they've forgotten about me, Will let's go, and scoots back to watch. I look toward Forrest and he smiles. God he's so beautiful. He crawls over me, and I open my legs for him, sliding my hand down my stomach and right to my sweet spot. Then he does something unexpected, and lies down next to me, pulling me on top of him.
"I want to see your tits bounce as you fuck me." He says. The filthy words coming out of his sweet mouth set me on fire! I sit up and position myself above his cock, sliding my hand slowly up and down his shaft; his eyes devouring me. I slowly slide him inside of me, relishing the fullness of each inch as he goes in. I start to ride him with an extra rhythm to my hips. Faster and faster, he reaches out and starts to rub my clit as I ride him. Then I gasp, as Will slides behind me, pressing himself to my back, and rubbing my breasts. He starts kissing my neck, sucking, and biting. I'm going to come so fucking hard. I can feel it building deep within me. Forrest's cock inside me, and Will pressing his firmly into my back. Then Forrest explodes, causing me to come around his cock. He quickly slides out, just as Will slides into me from behind! I cry out again, and fall forward onto Forrest's hard body. Will thrust harder and faster. I cry out again as I cum for the second time in a matter of minutes. He cums hard, falling forward, squishing me into Forrest. The three of us lay there for a moment, panting, and trying to catch our breath. I don't remember much more after that. Eventually, both of them get up, moving around the room. The last thing I remember is being sandwiched between the two of them.
CHAPTER SIX
Blissfully warm and cozy, I snuggle into the comfort of the body…er...bodies? I’m tangled in limbs…so many limbs… Was I apart of some kind of orgy last night? It takes me a moment to wake up enough to remember the passionate encounter I had with two strangers. I suppose an orgy isn't too far from the truth. I move slightly trying to disentangle myself from the two warm bodies, only to get pulled by my waist into whichever man is behind me. He feels so good; I don’t fight him, instead I wiggle my butt further into him, trying to get as close as possible.
"Careful, sunshine, or you'll awaken the beast." Will whispers into my ear and kisses my neck, sending a delicious chill throughout my body, waking me up even more. I could definitely get used to waking up like this every morning! Slowly, I open my eyes and see Forrest in front of me, still peacefully asleep, with one of his strong arms draped over me. Damn, it feels so good to be so warm and comfortable. Unfortunately, the urgent need to pee is keeping me from falling back to blissful sleep.
“I have to pee.” I whine, and Will lets go. Even Forrest stirs and lets me up. Apparently, those are the magic words! I expect one of them to show me where to go, but Forrest just climbs back in bed and both men fall asleep.
I find my dress on the floor and throw it on, then head out the door. The rest of the doors down the hallway are all shut, and I don't want to barge in on anyone.
Once I get to the end of the hallway, it branches to the left and right. There is a door on each end, both closed. One of these has got to be the bathroom, but which one? I decide to try the one on the right.
I knock softly, and nobody answers. Only one way to find out. I try the handle and it's unlocked, so I push the door open slowly, cautiously peeking my head in. It opens into a huge master bedroom with a California king size bed. Everything is so crisp, white, clean. There isn't a lot in the room. Nobody seems to be in here. Everything is so precise. I'm in the room of a complete control freak. I should really head back down the hallway to the bathroom, but I'm drawn in by pleasing aesthetics of the room. Just exactly how big is a closet in a room this size? I see it on the other side of the room past the bed and decide to take a look...you know, just for curiosity's sake. I flip on the light switch and peak in. It's massive! This has got to be roughly the size of the room I share with Lyric!
Oddly, only a small portion of it contains clothes and shoes. They are very high-quality suits, ties, shoes, and a few pairs of jeans are folded on a shelf, but that’s it. The rest is full of...sex stuff. I live in Las-fucking-Vegas, I've seen just about everything, I've visited the sex shops and fetish stores for shits and giggles. This man must visit them a lot. The shelves and cubbies where most people would put watches, or jewelry, or fancy socks, are full of...dildoes, and butt plugs, nipple clamps...cock rings? Rows and rows of them. Hanging up where most people would hang clothing, are whips, restraints, floggers...what the fuck have I walked into? Most of it I've never even seen before, and I have a relatively healthy porn habit. This must be from the dark parts of the web I don't visit. I reach out and touch one of the floggers. I think that's what it's called anyway. It has a long handle and several long strips of leather at the end. It's all black with red stitching. I crack it once and it makes loud snapping noise, eliciting a thrill of excitement through me, while I imagine what it would be like to play with this in the bedroom. I'm tempted to test it on my arm, but the urge to pee is now overtaking my curiosity, and I start do the potty dance. How dignified of me, doing the potty dance while holding someone's flogger. I put it down on a shelf, and run back out to the main bedroom.
I decide, I might as well use the master bathroom. There is a closed door on the left. Shit, hopefully nobody is in there. I probably should have checked that first. I tiptoe over the door, and notice it’s slightly ajar and the light is off. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open and flip on the light. Jackpot! It leads to the biggest bathroom I have ever seen inside a house. It's almost the same size as Will's room. There is a huge walk-in shower with benches, and shower heads on the ceiling and the sides. The toilet has its own little room off to the side of the shower. The other side of the bathroom has a huge spa tub, almost the size of a small Jacuzzi. I think three or four of us could easily fit in there. Wait, three or four of us? The thought is definitely arousing, and I can definitely think of who'd I'd want to be in there with. Okay, enough of that. I dash to the toilet room before I pee myself. I'm still not wearing any panties, and I really don't want to have to clean up that mess.
Once I'm done, I wash up in the sink, and catch an unfortunate glance at my reflection in the mirror and cringe. Eye makeup is smeared everywhere, I look like a goddamn raccoon! Don't even get me started on my poor hair! I try to flatten it a bit, but my curls are too wild. At least I can wash my face. I manage to find a washcloth and some soap, and use them to wash my makeup off the best I can. By the time I’m done, my face is red and raw, but at least my makeup is off. I toss the wash cloth in the hamper and go to open the bathroom door, but I freeze. The faint sound of low jazz music is playing coming through the door. Shit, someone is out there. I have a feeling I'm not lucky enough to have stumbled into Magnus’ or Warren's room. There is no way this is Forrest's room. That leaves Killian, the man they call Kill; the man I'm just a bit terrified of. Though after seeing his closet, a smidge of intrigue has mixed in with that fear.
Well, he has to know I'm in here, maybe if I startle him, I'll gain the upper hand. Doesn’t hurt to try, right? As quietly as possible, I unlock the door, throw it open with as much strength as I can! It flies open and crashes so hard into the wall, the decorative pictures shake. I march proudly out, only to see a very naked Killian standing at the foot of the bed, gun drawn in one hand, pointed straight at my chest. Oh, Shit. Good thing I just peed, or I would have made a huge mess. I slowly raise my hands up. My heart is beating so fast, I'm afraid it's going to jump right out and splatter all over the floor. Instead of lowering the gun when he sees it's me, he clicks the safety off and raises
it to my head, so now I'm staring right down the barrel. I'm glad he's not closer, or I would probably have fainted by now.
"Wrong fucking room, Sweetheart." The word sweetheart is dripping with venom. It's then that I notice what's in his other hand...he's holding a mother fucking FLESHLIGHT! Holding a gun trained on my head in one hand and a fucking pocket pussy in his other. Cadence, you are a fucking moron! I open my mouth to try and say something, but no words form. I want to cry with fright, but I can't get over the fact that he's got a gun in one hand and a sex toy in the other.
Apparently, I'm delirious and have a fucking death wish, because instead of begging for my life, I start laughing. The sound bubbles from deep within me and bursts free. I’ve finally broken. Snapped. The stress of my mom’s illness, the events of last night, and ending up in a house with five too hot for their own good men, and now standing here with the scariest one of those men aiming a gun to my head in one hand, and holding a fucking pussy pocket in the other. It’s too much.
"What the fuck are you laughing at? Are you fucking crazy? I've got a goddamn gun to your head, and you are fucking laughing at me? You are one crazy fucking whore!" He shouts. Oh, he did NOT just call me a whore! My laughter immediately stops. I stand up straight and stare past his gun, which is off to the side now. Still a threat, but no longer a death sentence. I stare right into his eyes.
"I am not a whore, you overbearing, obnoxious, gun-toting, over-compensating," I make a point to stare at his impressive cock, and hope that I manage to look unimpressed, "shit for brains, pig-headed, cunt-faced, twat-monger! Even if I was a whore, fuck you and your judgmental attitude. I came in here because I couldn't find a bathroom. Now you're holding a defenseless woman at gunpoint because she startled you, and interrupted your…your… fleshlight adventure! Oh wait, is that why you're so mad? Two of your men fucked my brains out last night, and big bad Killian didn't get any? What are you going to shoot me with, anyway, your big gun or your big cock?" I take a deep breath. Fuck, I didn't mean to say big cock.
Killian’s face is bright red; I can imagine steam coming out of his ears. He’s not saying anything, and it’s making me nervous. He just stands there glaring at me, mouth slightly agape. Finally, he recovers and clicks the safety back on the gun, lowering it, and tossing it on the bed behind him. I look at the fleshlight still in his hand, and he follows my gaze and cringes, tossing it on the bed next to the gun. Seeing the large, dangerous man standing there, completely naked and staring at me so intensely sends chills down my spine. I glance toward his closet, quickly looking away. Please tell me he didn't see that. Of course, he saw that.
"Is that what you want? You lost, pathetic, little lamb? You want me to tie you up, torture you into cuming for me? I don't think you could handle it, Sweetheart." Sweetheart sounds like an insult when he says it. Son of a bitch, this man is dangerous. Sexy, but dangerous. I start to back away toward the door, but he charges after me and pushes me against the wall. Roughly, but in complete control. He’s trying to scare me, but I'm so turned on. He takes both of my hands and pins them above my head with his skilled left hand, placing his right hand next to my head, leaning in closely. With his face merely centimeters from mine, he stares into my eyes with his dark brown ones, so dark with lust, they look nearly black. "Listen to me, little girl, you couldn't handle what I need, what I crave. So, run away, before I decide to eat you up." When he says, 'eat you up' I can't help but feel my arousal increase, a deep ache manifesting in my core. I should be terrified, but instead, I'm craving his touch, and his control. I subconsciously widen my stance and push my hips forward. He notices. I have a feeling he notices everything, which makes me think he knew I was in the bathroom the whole time. The fucking bastard is trying to scare me away. He doesn’t know exactly who he’s dealing with here. Instead of cowering away, I raise an eyebrow and smirk.
"You don’t know what I can and can't handle. Do you want to know what I think? I think you're afraid I could please you more than that pussy pocket." I challenge. He growls, and kicks my legs a little farther apart, sliding his knee between me, so my now soaking wet core is resting on his bare thigh; my leg just brushes up against his now very hard snake. Then he takes his right hand and slides my dress up, giving him access to my pussy. He starts circling my clit, rubbing the moisture around, and inciting a whimper from me. I'm not going to fucking last long. I want more though. I try to free my hands, but he holds tight. He's yet to break eye contact with me. I desperately want to look away, but I'm afraid if I do, he'll win, and he'll stop.
"Please." I whimper.
"Please, what?"
"PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" I shout. He just smirks, and picks up the fervor in which he rubs me. He moves his thumb over my clit, then roughly slides his fingers inside my cunt, rubbing and thrusting simultaneously. I desperately need to cum.
"Are you ready?" He asks in his husky voice.
"I'm ready." I whisper.
"Then cum!" He demands, flicking my clit with his thumb, releasing just a little bit of pain, causing me to instantly tighten around his fingers, covering him in my wetness. My pussy spasms around them, as I ride out my orgasm. It's only then that I break his intense eye contact and close my eyes. Then he lets go and backs away, leaving me cold and quivering against his wall. What the fuck?
"GET OUT!" He shouts at me, without even turning to look at me. He grabs his gun and fleshlight off his bed, storms into the bathroom slamming the door behind him and locking it. I just stand there, completely lost and confused. Finally, some semblance of sanity returns to me, and I run out of his room, back down the hallway, and into Will's room. Thankfully, it's empty. I see my bra and panties on the floor and run over and put them on, smoothing my dress back down. Urgently, I run downstairs to find my purse. I've got to get out of here. I had such an amazing night and amazing morning, that just got ruined in the two seconds it took for Killian to discard me. I go barreling into the living room and find my purse, still sitting on the table. I grab my purse and run to the front door.
"STOP!" Someone shouts. I turn around and see Magnus standing there with Forrest next to him, holding a tablet. I just shake my head and turn back, trying to open the door.
"What the fuck did that son of a bitch do?" Magnus demands, and runs to me. He pulls me into his large frame, hugging me so tight I can barely breathe. His all-encompassing protectiveness is comforting after Killian so casually tossed me aside.
"I just want to go home." I whisper into his chest.
"I'll take you home; I'll always take you anywhere you want to go." He whispers into my hair.
"Thank you." He lets go of me, and takes my hand.
"Forrest, tell the others I'll be back. Then we need to have a meeting with everyone." He says. Forrest just nods, all business. Not a hint of anything that went on from last night. I’m curious about the hierarchy among the men. They’re friends, but seem to have some kind of position authority. I’m not curious enough to stick around, though. Magnus opens the door, and ushers me outside and around the pathway that leads to a garage on the side of the house. Parked in front of the garage is his giant black truck.
"Let me help you in." He says. I just nod, and let him lift me up through the driver's side door, just as he did a few days ago. I go to slide over to the passenger side, but he stops me, keeping me in the center and buckling the seat belt for me. After he buckles his own, he backs, out of the driveway, and we start our awkward ride back to my apartment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We pull up to my apartment and Magnus helps me down from his truck. Once I'm down, I push past him and take off the apartment building. I've fought my tears the whole ride here; now, all I want are my fuzzy, Santa pajamas, hot chocolate, and my classic Christmas CD's. If we had rum, I'd throw a splash of that in there. I don't care if it's morning.
"Cadence, wait up!" Magnus shouts. This one is always chasing after me. Right before I reach the door, I turn around to face him.
"What?" I shout.<
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"Please, can we talk about this? You don't even have to tell me what happened, just talk to me. I don't like seeing you so upset."
"Don't like seeing me so upset? You don't even know me, Magnus! You've known me less than two days! I just fucked two of your friends, and got pretty hot and heavy with a third friend before being brutally rejected. At first, I was just some stupid whore who thought she'd get a quick payday, but now, I'm just a stupid whore, because it was just a dumb misunderstanding!" I'm yelling now, and if I'm not careful, a few heads will start peeking out windows. I take a deep breath and cross my arms to try and keep my hands from shaking. I'm boiling with anger, embarrassment, and stress right now. One small push and I’ll explode. Magnus must sense this. I look into his eyes and only sympathy. I hate sympathy almost as much as I hate being called a whore. He takes a couple deep breaths as if he's going to say something, but closes his mouth each time. Instead, he takes his hunter green flannel off and wraps it around my shoulders. I didn't even realize I was cold until now. When I fled his house, I left my coat behind.
"I need to get inside." I say, and turn away from him.
"I'm coming up with you." He says, and walks in front of me, pushing the door open. I guess I don't have much of a choice. Which is probably a good thing, since I would have told him hell no. I sigh and walk past him toward the elevator, hoping it's fixed. Fortunately for my exhausted body, it is. I'm not in the mood for eight flights of stairs. Once we're in and the door shuts, Magnus surprises me by engulfing my hand in his. Didn't he just hear what I said about being with his other friends? Then I remember what Will said last night, about them sharing girls before. I thought he just meant sex though. Sex I can handle, but is it really possible to be in a relationship with four guys? HA! I seriously doubt it.
