by Nicole Casey
I looked across the field of well-manicured grass and noticed that a whopping four golf carts were parked at one of the houses a few down from Jett’s. I thought about my growing penchant for getting mixed up sexually with the Foxxes when I was around multiple of them at once and my nether regions immediately started to tingle. A four on one? My mind started to wander to an expressly naughty place. How I could still even be thinking about sex after the way Jett and Rogan satisfied me was beyond me.
I looked at my reflection in the windshield to Huxley’s golf cart. “Nympho.”
I giggled as I climbed into the Huxley’s golf cart even though I was concerned it might be accurate. I drove the golf cart towards the collection of carts, noticing as I got closer that they belonged to Quentin, Keaton, Maverick, and Delvin. I parked the cart and climbed out just in time to hear a litany of screams coming from inside.
“NO! SHIT! OH MY GOD! NO! HELP ME!”
My heart started to pound. I rushed over to the front door and was relieved that it wasn’t locked. I pushed the glass door aside and ran into the house, and another cry bellowed out.
“DUDE! NO! DON’T KILL HIM!” The house had a spiral staircase to the left of the front door, and the noise was coming from the bottom.
I thought about everything that Harley and Huxley had told me about Dante and Malia and the level of danger they were capable of. The twins were legitimately afraid that if Harley didn’t go through with the marriage to Malia that they would kill his dad. Maybe something had happened and Dante had lost patience and decided to take matters into his own hands. I whipped my head around in all directions, looking for anything I could use as a weapon. I ran around the house until I finally found the kitchen. The counter was covered in half full drinks and unfinished plates of food. It was even more evidence that something had happened suddenly. I opened all of the drawers until I finally found a butcher knife. Taking it in my hands I started to tiptoe back towards the staircase.
“HELP ME!!” I started down the stairs with the knife gripped tightly in my hand. “FUCK NO! MAVERICK! NO!”
Maverick? His arrogant smile shot to my mind. He was always making snide comments about me or trying a little too hard to convince me that his stature was no indicator of his manliness. Little did he know, I was already well aware; everyone was. When Maverick was just being his typical, energetic self, there was no second guessing him. My cheeks started to warm thinking about what kind of lover he would be compared to his brothers, but my thoughts were pierced by another yell.
“SHIT! NO! Q!”
Not Quentin too! I started to move a little faster down the stairs, my hands shaking with the knife gripped inside. If there really was a bloodthirsty mobster, was I actually going to be able to do anything worthwhile? I reached the bottom of the stairs, which had an open set of double doors to the left, and two, closed doors to the right. No other screams for help found my ears, so I simply had to make my best guess. I held the knife above my head and ran full speed through the double doors.
“DROP IT!” I screamed.
Quentin, Keaton, Maverick, and Delvin all turned around and looked at me with wild looks of confusion on their faces and video game controllers in their hands. After staring at one another in silence for about thirty seconds, Keaton slowly crouched down and set his controller on the ground, and then stood back up with his hands in the air.
“It’s okay, Alexa, just put down the knife,” he said.
I let out a sigh of relief and dropped my hands. “What the fuck! I thought you guys were in danger!”
“Um,” Devlin said, “why?”
“Because you were screaming ‘Help me!’”
Delvin nodded. “You know, that’s fair.”
Quentin set his controller down and walked over to where I was standing. He pulled the knife out of my hand and set it off to the side, and pulled me into a side hug and held me in place. “We’re okay.”
Keaton smiled. “Were you really gonna try and take on Dante with a knife because of us?”
I looked at all of them and smelled Quentin’s cologne coiling around me. “I mean… Yeah.” My eyes landed on Maverick. “I heard him call out your name and I thought something had happened to you.”
Maverick tilted his head. “Aw, were you worried about me?” He put his hands on his hips. “I’m okay, baby!”
Delvin swatted his hand across the back of his head. “Knock it off.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I thought you were dead ten seconds ago, so feel free to be as ‘Maverick’ as you want.”
Keaton looked at Maverick and then back at me. “I mean, does it work for all of us, because I can…” He put his hands on his hips and crouched way down until he was comically short. “I’m okay, baby.” His voice was high pitched and mocking.
Maverick looked over at him. “I will fuck you up.”
“Why all the screaming?” I asked. Keaton, Maverick, and Delvin stood aside, revealing the television they were all looking at. The screen was split four ways, each with a World War II setting on it, and three of the screens were grayed out with the words ‘You Died’ on them. “Oh. Call of War.”
Maverick’s jaw dropped. “You know it?”
“Yeah. I play it with my brother all the time.”
“God, you are so cool,” Maverick muttered, his eyes shimmering like he was looking at a superhero.
I realized I was still clung to Quentin and pulled myself free. I walked over to the two armless sofas that were in the center of the room and sat down. “I thought maybe Malia was threatening you guys or something.” All four men went silent and started to exchange nervous looks. “What? What happened?”
“Malia actually did threaten us,” Quentin said, walking over and sitting on the opposite sofa, facing me. “She’s working on a plan to split us up, all of us. One of us to California, one of us to Florida, she even wants to send Jett and Rogan overseas.”
“What?” I yelped. “She can’t do that. Your dad would never go for it.”
“He likes the idea of expanding the business, besides, once she has control of the company she’ll be able to do whatever she wants,” Delvin said. “I could talk my dad out of separating us, but it won’t be up to him anymore.”
“Yeah, and a devil won’t be able to convince a devil not to be a devil,” Maverick said, referring to his brother’s nickname and Malia’s pure villainy.
“She won’t have control of the company as long as Harley doesn’t marry her. He’s working on a way to get out of it, right?” I asked and all the guys’ heads dropped. “What now?”
“He’s going through with it. The wedding,” Keaton said. “He’s gonna marry her.”
It was like a bullet straight through the gut. I imagined Harley hovering over me, taking my virginity, passionately kissing my leg, and smiling at me. I didn’t understand the thoughts that were running through my brain like, How could he marry her? and What about me? What had happened to convince him to go through with it? “Why? Why would he do that?”
“He’s worried about everyone’s safety,” Maverick explained. “Especially yours.”
“Me? I’m fine!”
“You’re not,” Delvin said. “She knows about you and the twins. She said her first order of business was to get rid of you, and then Huxley.”
My back tingled as though Huxley’s arm was wrapped around it once again. I thought of him walking me down the row of his family pictures, telling me about his family, and cheaply trying to convince me that he was the only damaged one, complete with an immature smile. I wasn’t sure when it happened, but the twins had become important to me. In truth, when I thought something had happened to Quentin and Maverick, that killed me too. The Foxx brothers had become an important part of my life, and I didn’t want them to be split up. I didn’t want them to leave each other, and more importantly, I didn’t want them to leave me.
“I’ll figure it out,” I said and all their eyes shot to me. “I’ll fix this.�
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“How?” Quentin asked.
“Yeah. I know you had a butcher knife plan when you came in here, but Dante is coming full heat to this wedding,” Maverick said. “If something happened to you…”
All of the Foxx siblings made an array of pained expressions that sunk into me and spread through me like a poison. They cared about me too.
“I don’t know,” I murmured, reaching forward to grab Quentin’s face and tip it up to me. “But I will, I promise.” The guys’ wind had been knocked from their sails. I looked over at the game, awaiting its players’ return, and smiled. We all needed a distraction for a little bit until I could figure out what to do. “Come on. Let’s have a tournament.”
“You’re gonna play too?” Maverick asked, his face brightening a little.
“Yeah. I may not look it, but I slay at this game. All four of you can be on a team if you want, I don’t care.” I looked directly at Maverick who seemed to be the most into the game. “F for respects. In advance.” I winked at him and I saw a shudder run down his spine.
“Maybe we need to make it a little more interesting, since you’re so confident,” Maverick responded.
I tilted my head. “Do tell.”
“If you win, we’ll double your salary at our companies for one month,” Maverick said and Delvin’s eyes widened.
“Hey, are you crazy?” he asked.
“Yeah, don’t offer up our money,” Quentin hissed.
“BUT!” Maverick yelled. “If we win.” A playful grin curled from cheek to cheek. “We get to fuck you. All four of us. Right here, right now.”
Keaton raised his hand. “Please continue to offer up our money.”
“All four of you?” I asked. “At once?” The thought made me nervous, but also excited. I envisioned all of their hands on me, all of their lips, all of their tongues, all of their dicks, and my pussy already started to get wet. Maybe I really was becoming a nymphomaniac. “Deal.”
22
Alexa
I sent my character on a hunt through the steel jungle that was the course Maverick had picked for our tournament. It was four on one, only in the game for now. The deal was that I was allowed to take speed and unlimited bullet buffs and all of the guys were on one team without any enhancements. If any of them killed me, they were going to get to fuck me, all four of them, all at once. I was torn between being incredibly competitive and secretly wanting to let the final four Foxx brothers fuck me senseless. I was curious about what all of their individual kinks were, thinking back to Rogan and Jett telling me that they all had them. I was getting to know them all personally, I was also interested in getting to know them more sexually.
My character slunk along a row of upturned tanks until an explosion detonated near me. I managed to get out of the way before it killed me, and I turned just in time to see Quentin’s character attempting to crawl away. I placed the scope on my rifle, aimed it right for him, fired, and took him out in a single, sniped shot.
“Shit!” Quentin barked.
“You thought a flash bomb was going to get me?” I asked with a laugh. “Give me a little more credit.”
“Come on, you guys. Don’t shit the bed like I did.” Quentin set down his controller and started paying active attention to the TV.
I led my character into the woods, following some clue markers I had that I might find the guys there. My minimap was reading that something was closing in on me, and it wasn’t another player. Just before it hit me and killed me, a heat-seeking missile slammed into the earth. I did a dodge roll to get out of the way, and aimed my camera towards a building, where a tiny head was peeking out over the top, looking down at me. I did a quick shot before it could duck away and got it straight in the head. The body fell from the building, and when it hit the ground it did the rest of the damage needed to kill it.
“Damn it,” Delvin hissed. “I hate this game.”
“Don’t be a poor sport,” Maverick replied.
“Alright Mav, let’s run the T,” Keaton said.
Maverick laughed. “Perfect.”
I had no idea what that meant. I knew some of the code names for typical player maneuvers, but if it was one they’d planned amongst themselves, I had no way of knowing what it meant. Just in front of my character, a body bolted across the screen.
“Shit!” Keaton screeched.
“Run it and don’t be seen!” Maverick yelled. “God you three are useless.”
I took off running after the player I’d seen, bolting into an abandoned building. Off to one side, I saw a player making weak attempts to hop over a wall that was clearly too high. I pulled out my automatic pistol and fired at the player, hitting him once in the back. He dropped to his knees, so I closed in and fired a head shot, taking him out.
“Ha!” I cheered. “I got you.”
“Did you?” Maverick asked.
I turned my character around and Maverick’s character was behind me with a gun pointed straight at me. I’d never get a gun out quickly enough to get him before he got me.
Keaton looked over at me. “‘T’ is for ‘Trick.’” He smiled and I felt dumb. It was obviously a bait, I couldn’t believe I fell for it.
“I’ll fuck you here first,” Maverick said, finally firing his gun and killing my character, before turning and looking at me “then I’ll fuck you here.”
I held up my hands. “A deal’s a deal, I just have one request.”
“What’s that?” Maverick asked.
“Rogan told me that you all have your own kinks. I wanna know what they are.”
Keaton jumped up from the couch next to me. “For real?” He rushed over to a cabinet and opened it, causing a flurry of ropes, whips, and handcuffs to fall out. “Are you sure?”
I could already feel my pussy dripping at the sight of the toys. I held my wrists out in front of me. “I said what I said.”
Keaton pulled out a handful of ropes and then walked over to me and lifted me up from the couch. He kissed me and then bent me over the back of the couch. He unbuttoned my pants and rolled them down my legs, kissing along my ass, thighs, and shins as he went. He stood up and slapped my ass and I jumped. It scared me, but the pain was nice. I learned with Jett’s ‘vampire bite’ that pain mixed with pleasure was a good combo. He used a couple of the lengths of rope to secure my angles to the feet of the couch, and then walked around to the other side. He pulled my t-shirt off the same way he had my pants, kissing my arms as he pulled it off, and then he pulled my wrists together and tied them with the final length of rope.
He slammed his lips against mine again, shoving his tongue inside with excited force. It didn’t surprise me that Keaton was the ‘wild’ one, but I was struggling to keep up.
“Slow down, shit,” Maverick said. “Besides, I won. I should get first dibs.”
Maverick walked behind me and crouched. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but a few moments later, I felt his tongue touch my pussy.
“Ah!” I yelped.
His tongue was longer than I’d remember seeing. It was like a small snake sliding all around my pussy lips, the edges of my pelvis, my inner thighs, and finally my clit and hole. His movements were methodical, slow, enticing. They were increasing the sensitivity in my pussy bit by bit until I felt like I was going to come. He poked his tongue against hole, shoving it just barely inside before pulling it out again. In and out, in and out, never going so far as to enter, but just enough to make me grind my hips down searching for more. It whispered along my pussy and back up to my clit to flip it over and under his tongue. It started to tingle and my eyes started to water as I came unexpectedly, causing my legs to shake.
Maverick stood up behind me, tapping my ass a couple of times. “That’s not even my kink.”
I couldn’t think straight. For a guy to give such wonderful head and not even have a kink for it, that was unreal.
“Del, hand me a condom,” Maverick said, as he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans.
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Delvin reached into a different drawer from the one Keaton had gone into, and pulled out several condoms. He handed them out like movie tickets, giving me a signature, devilish smile as he did so. He didn’t slide one on himself, however, as he walked around and stood in front of me. He grabbed my face and tipped it up to him and I could barely keep myself up with my hands bound.
“You want to know what my kink is, beautiful?” He stroked his dick as he brought it near to my face. “I love to spit roast.”
I’d never heard the term in a sexual contest before, but as Delvin guided his cock into my mouth, I could feel Maverick poking at my pussy behind me, and it clicked. I was the roast. I flattened my tongue, having learned a few techniques from Rogan the night before, so I could take in as much of Delvin as possible. He ran his hands through his hair as he slowly started to thrust in and out of my mouth. Maverick teased my clit with his head a little bit before finally pushing his way inside. I hated that I would have to admit someday that Maverick had told no lies about the size of his cock. I felt stretched to max as he worked his massive girth down my hole, and when he was fully blanketed by me, I let out a moan. He was huge and each movement felt like it was pressing along some sensitive spot inside. Before I knew it, I was throwing my ass back to meet him, screaming around Delvin’s dick every single time he went all the way in. He was hitting the deepest parts of me and I was in bliss.
“Fuck,” Maverick said, laying a loud, lewd slap on my ass. “You like that big dick baby.”
Delvin whistled. It feels like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my body, so I think so,” Delvin responded. “Fuck, you keep on like that, I’m gonna come.”
Maverick picked up the pace, alternating between long, forceful thrusts, and short ones that targeted a spot inside that felt like I was getting poked by a cattle prod. It didn’t hurt, but it was on the verge of being overwhelming. My legs were getting weaker by the second, and by the time I realized I was coming, I was already halfway into the orgasm, crying out as Delvin pushed even further into my mouth. My ankles restricted my ability to shift around as I wanted to take matters into my own hands and start grinding Maverick’s dick with everything in me. I held myself up by my hands and circled my hips around trying to replicate the orgasm I’d just had. Loud slaps filled the air as I pushed back against Maverick with everything in me, and suddenly, I was coming again with a scream.
