by L. A. Boruff
Jack finished the idea. “We give it to her.”
“All of us.” Cody pointed out the obvious.
“That’s how we manage.” Eli nodded and skimmed the last page.
Austin stomped over to the couch, yanked the book from Eli’s hands, and tossed it across the room. “Forget the fiction and focus on the real woman we’ve got right in front of us—naked, no less.”
INDIE
“Whatever I want?” Can I be that selfish? Attempting to ponder the question while sandwiched between two sure-handed, naked men presented challenges Indie had never imagined. Together, they pushed and pulled Austin’s jacket off her shoulders, stripping the rank she’d stolen and leaving her subordinate to them.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jack cupped her breast and lazily circled his thumb over her nipple, rubbing out her resistance to the argument that she could demand too much from them. He gave without being asked, threading his fingers in her hair and exposing her throat to his heated love bites.
Cody proved to be equally generous, sliding his hand around the front of her thigh and dragging his fingertip up her wet seam to tease her clit. “Anything, darlin’.” His wicked tongue darted out to touch her ear, further obliterating any rational protests. “Seeing you happy makes us happy.”
“I want to give you boys something in return.” She reached down with her right hand and took hold of Jack’s hard cock, then gripped Cody’s stiff erection in her left.
“Giving is good, Doc.” Cody moaned the words on her shoulder.
Jack groaned as well, nodding on her breast with her nipple trapped between his lips.
They’d had so little time for happy, so little time to indulge in the pleasures their unique relationship offered. This entire afternoon turned evening had been a dream, one she could easily lose herself in. She had everything she’d ever wanted right here—books, chocolate, and four men with large cocks hard and eager for her. Wow! She’d never entertained thoughts like that before. Two guys, at most. Many women enjoyed that fantasy, but she’d been living it—squared. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Luck has nothing to do with it.” Cody’s fingers played her delicate flesh like a piano maestro. “This is all skill.”
Jack’s low laugh rumbled on her breast. “He has some excellent skills.” He reached behind Indie’s butt to take a long, twisting pull on Cody’s cock.
“I learned from the best.” Cody returned the favor with a twist of his own. He leaned over Indie’s shoulder, and Jack slid forward, crushing Indie between their masculine nakedness while they kissed.
Indie moaned, melting from the inside out while their mutual fondling kept her wrapped in their embrace. Jack tore his mouth from Cody’s to kiss Indie, then he resumed his kiss with Cody while Indie nipped his cheek. They took turns exchanging kisses, trading touches, and at one point, all three of them connected lips and tongues.
Jack released Cody’s cock to cup Indie’s face in his hands, kissing her with sweet affection while Cody slipped his abandoned erection between Indie’s thighs. They’d need a condom—or two—eventually, but for now Cody seemed content to slide along the outside of her wet folds, teasing her with lingering strokes.
He ran his hand down her arm to caress the nipple trapped against Jack’s chest. “Do you want him, Doc?” Cody’s words burned hot on her ear.
She nodded into Jack’s kiss.
“I do, too.” His breathing turned ragged, and he grabbed Jack’s cock, pulling it between Indie’s thighs to stroke along with his.
“Oh God!” Indie gasped into Jack’s mouth while he groaned and pushed his hips forward. She staggered a bit, struggling to contain both men, but Cody clamped his hands on her hips and forced her to close around them. Neither man entered her, teasing her instead.
“Holy shit, that feels good.” Cody mashed his face against the back of Indie’s shoulder. “Both of you—her soft and him hard. All hot and wet.”
Jack pulled back from their kiss, meeting Indie’s gaze while he fell into a steady thrusting rhythm. He flicked a glance at Cody, who’d rolled his eyes back in his head and moaned with his mouth open, paying no attention to them. Jack smiled at Indie. “I always suspected a woman might come between us someday.” He groaned, and his pace faltered. “But I never imagined it would feel so fucking good.”
“Oh, she’ll come between us.” Cody reached around her and slid his hand down her stomach to press his thumb on her swollen clit, then touched his lips to the space between her neck and shoulder that turned her brain to mush. “Right about now.”
“God, yes!” Indie burst into a million fiery pieces, showering sparks and flame on the men struggling to hold her up.
“I got her.” Jack grunted while Cody planted his feet.
A heady thrill slid down Indie’s spine, chased by a hearty side of guilt. Not over the sexual deviance she so clearly enjoyed. Did she have a right to indulge in this decadent pleasure while the rest of the world burned?
Their teasing intensified, knocking their coordinated strokes off-kilter. A smooth head breached her, pushing in just enough to feed her need for more.
Cody immediately backed up. “Oops, slipped her the tip.” He covered his wayward cock with both hands as if shielding her from its wanderings.
“Grab some condoms before we get in too deep.” Jack kissed her quickly then stepped back to retrieve a couple of the packets from the duffel bag. He tore one open with his teeth then beckoned Cody to step forward.
“Now I’m gonna fuck you, Doc.” Cody grabbed a handful of Indie’s hair and moaned in her ear while Jack rolled the condom on him. “Is that what you want?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer, sinking into her clinging flesh.
She wouldn’t have argued, though. Cody always gave her what she wanted, especially when she didn’t know she needed it. And knowing Cody, he’d do dirty things she never imagined. “Do your worst.”
“Count on it, darlin’.” He shoved her forward, mashing her face into Jack’s lap while he pounded her from behind.
Indie pushed herself up on Jack’s thighs then caught his cock in her mouth while Cody banged against her butt. She’d never liked that position, but hot damn! Having one cock between her thighs and another between her lips obliterated all her inhibitions.
Jack gripped the back of Cody’s neck and jerked him close, grinding their mouths together while Cody pounded and Indie sucked. All three of them moaned on each other, lost in a blissful fog that consumed them, obscuring their worries and secluding them from harsh reality.
Voices echoed through the erotic haze, and Indie managed to focus on the conversation between Austin and Eli.
“This is really hot, watching the woman you love get loved by other men, and them loving each other.” Eli had sunk into the couch, one arm stretched across the back while he stroked his erection with his other hand. “I’ve seen it before, but the connections between us all take it to another level.”
Austin sat on the couch too, brushing his cock with lazy strokes while keeping a respectable distance from Eli. “Porn?”
“No, real life.” A rare grin twisted Eli’s face.
Indie made a mental note to get the rest of that story. Jack slid his free hand down to pluck her nipple while Cody circled his thumb over her pulsing clit. The dual stimulation pushed her toward the edge, riding along the precipice between them.
“You’ve seen group sex before?” Austin’s low rumble caught her attention.
Eli nodded. “And guy sex.”
Austin snarled. “So what was all that scientific curiosity about?”
“I’ve never participated.” Eli pulled his outstretched arm in and wrapped it around his chest, closing off from the group. “I was always on the outside looking in.”
How often had Indie experienced the same thing? Invited then ignored. Present but invisible. She hadn’t felt that way since she met these men, and she refused to let Eli flounder in obscurity. She patted Jack’s hip and he stepped ba
ck, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Not anymore.” Indie stood upright and crooked her finger at Eli. “Come over here.” She glanced at Cody, still grinding against her butt. “Are you okay with this?”
“Hell, yeah, invite Mr. Experimental to the party.” Cody patted Eli’s ass as he walked by.
Eli shook his head and stepped away from Cody’s reach. “Onion.”
“Yes, sir.” Cody respectfully withdrew. “Can I ask why?”
“You’re not my type, cowboy.”
“But Thor over there is?” Cody faked a pout. “I gotta admit that smarts, Lieutenant.”
“You’ll get over it.”
“Already have.” He stepped back and swatted Indie’s butt. “Want a piece of this?”
“Hey!” She sputtered and glared at Cody, reeling from the slap and the abrupt substitution. “Manners.” Seriously? She was disputing his choice of words when offering her ass to another man?
“Sorry.” Cody stiffened and made a bow in Eli’s direction. “Lieutenant Cobb, would you care to partake of this sumptuous chocolate cake?” But he couldn’t maintain his inauthentic composure, and a goofy grin cracked his mask.
Good lord. She play-slapped his stupid face. “Good boy.”
“Aw, fuck, that stings worse than his onion.”
“Don’t worry.” She shot a glance at Jack, who’d apparently read her mind and picked up the belt. “Later this piece of chocolate cake is going to whip your ass for that comment.”
“Yeehaw!” Cody practically bounced.
Indie took the belt Jack handed to her. “But first…”
“First nothing.” Eli yanked the belt from her grip and flung it over the couch as Austin barely ducked out of the way in time. “It’s my turn.”
“You already had a turn.” Austin, who hadn’t yet gotten inside her, stalked over to stake his claim, planting himself beside Eli as the two men faced Indie with equally impressive offerings.
“True. All right.” Eli yielded to Indie with a nod. “Whatever—or whoever—she wants.”
Oh my. As much as she loved them bickering over her, she really hated choosing between them, but she’d abandoned the Jack and Cody sandwich to indulge Eli, so she followed that impulse. “You.” She reached for Eli, and Austin stepped back.
“That’s what I thought.” A smug smile twisted Eli’s lips. “On your hands and knees, woman.”
Indie slow blinked at him. “What, now?” She’d let Cody get away with the doggy pose because Jack supported her from the other end, but no way in hell would she expose her backside—on the floor no less—to any man. “I think not.”
“You will.” Eli braced his hands on his hips, displaying the heavy cock hanging between his muscled thighs. “Especially if you want this.”
Snickers and low chuckles echoed behind them. “Hot damn, this is gonna be a showdown.” Cody pulled up a chair and spun it backward, planting his butt on the seat and folding his arms across the back.
“Shut up!” Jack shushed him. “I want to watch the fireworks.”
Austin snorted. “Good luck winning an argument with her.”
Jack flipped a condom packet in Eli’s direction, and he made a neat left-handed catch without looking. “If you get on your knees, I will too.” A promising smile warmed his deep brown eyes, melting her resistance.
“Keep talking.”
“No. You need to trust me to get what you want.” He shifted, drawing her gaze to the swelling temptation between his legs.
Damn it. She’d always relied on her brains to achieve her goals, and now she had to offer her body? Might not be a bad trade. “Don’t let me down.”
“I won’t.” He dipped his chin toward the center of the rug. “On the floor, woman.”
“Fine.” Indie grumbled and lowered her body to the position he’d required, cursing herself because she failed to protest his degrading command vehemently enough.
Eli flicked his wrist, sending the condom sailing across the room. “I’ve got other ideas for her.” As promised, he knelt behind her, pushing his hand between her clamped thighs and parting them slightly. He quickly followed the move with his tongue, licking from top to bottom and every needy place in between.
“Oh!” Not a bad trade at all.
He pressed both hands to her butt cheeks, spreading them apart to give his mouth better access. She glanced over her shoulder and caught Austin, Cody, and Jack gathering to get a closer look. Heat swamped her face at having her ass displayed so openly for them. That same heat trickled down between her breasts and flared low in her belly. Eli bent down and sucked her plump folds into his mouth, leaving her struggling to maintain her balance.
The guys had agreed to play with her backside only upon request, and she hadn’t yet asked them to. What’s my safeword again? She searched her memory and recalled the word that would put everything to an end. Oh. That. She wouldn’t use it unless something hurt, and Eli’s magical tongue tricks definitely did not hurt.
He added his hand to the performance, his fingers spreading wide across her aching flesh. He drove two inside her, twisting deep while his thumb pressed her swollen clit. Eli’s tongue flirted with the tight pucker, and a not entirely involuntary flinch drove her back against his wayward kiss. “Do that again.”
His soft laugh tickled the neglected spot. Mmm…why had she told them to avoid it? Teasing licks matched the strokes of his thumb and fingers, consuming her fully.
Tremors rattled Indie’s body, and she dropped to her elbows. “Don’t stop!” Her knees gave out, and she melted into a rippling puddle on the floor.
“Nice job, professor.” Cody clapped him on the back. “You turned our Doc into a ragdoll.”
Eli leaned down, dragging his sweaty chest along her damp back. “Now you need to get fucked.”
“Yes, please,” Indie sighed. He rarely asked her what she wanted. He told her. She kind of liked having the choice taken away from her. Hell, she’d let him fuck her right there on the floor if he wanted to. All of them—one after the other.
Eli lightly bit her butt then rose to his knees. “Where’s the condom?”
“You chucked it over there.” Cody sprung off the chair and leap-frogged over the couch. He dropped and searched the floor behind it. “Shit. Where is the motherfucking thing?”
“Please!” Indie moaned and mashed her face against the rug, raising her ass and practically begging for the press of Eli’s cock.
“Got it!” Cody popped up and flung the packet at Eli.
Eli rolled the latex on and surged forward, filling Indie to the hilt. He twisted his hand in her hair and pulled. “Up on your knees, woman.”
“I can’t.” Her body sagged, her limbs useless. “My legs are like jelly.”
“I got you.” Eli’s grip in her hair tightened, jerking her taut against him while he reached around to capture a breast.
“We got you.” Cody moved to kneel beside her, cupping her free breast in his palm and brushing his lips on hers.
Austin settled on his knees in front of her. “I can help. Lean on me.” He took her hand and placed it on his shoulder then dipped his head to lick her clit.
“Gonna help us?” Cody pulled his mouth off Indie’s neck long enough to shoot a glare at Jack.
“Nope.” Jack moved to the backward chair Cody had abandoned and straddled it, folding his arms across the back. “I’m going to watch.”
“Perv.” Cody snickered then resumed kissing Indie from neck to nipples.
Indie cast a glance at Jack and spotted movement between his legs. He’d reached down to stroke his cock, the head peeking between the chair’s slats while he stared at them. She smiled, and he puckered a kiss at her.
Eli’s grinding thrusts knocked her off balance, but she stopped her forward tumble with a hand on Austin’s head, sinking her fingers into his hair. He grunted, but his tongue kept flicking, toying with her swollen clit while Cody and Eli tugged her nipples.
Thank God for their hands and
mouths or she’d be a useless heap on the floor again. Melting heat seeped through her limp limbs, languishing between her thighs, pooling between her breasts. Her hand dropped to her side, brushing Cody’s cock as her fingers curled around his curved shaft, stroking and gently twisting.
He gasped and groaned. “Mmm, Doc. I love your touch.”
Eli pulled her head back, raising her lips to Cody’s mouth while he sank his teeth into the hot tingly spot between her neck and shoulder.
“Ooh, fuck.” Indie squirmed in their grasp, her hands clenching in Austin’s thick hair and around Cody’s swelling cock. Eli. She needed to dig her fingers into Eli’s ass, but she’d have to let go of someone. Damn it, she needed more hands. Instead, she drove down on his thrusting cock, drawing a hearty moan from him. But he suddenly stiffened, and his perfect rhythm skipped.
“Oh God!” Indie collapsed in Eli’s grasp, nearly trapping Austin’s head between her thighs.
Eli groaned and shuddered, somehow maintaining his hold on her with an arm around her waist and a fist in her hair. He mashed his face into the curve of her neck, his harsh, ragged breath heating her skin.
Austin rose to his knees in front of her, fully erect cock in hand. “Now that I’ve made you come, I’m going to give your greedy cunt the pounding it deserves.”
“Major Tucker!” Should she let him get away with that? That word had always made her cringe, but damn if hearing it from him in this context hadn’t made her drip. “Where’s my belt?” She groped around.
He grabbed her wrist and mashed her searching fingers against his rigid erection.
Eli lowered Indie to lie back on the the floor while Cody found an unopened condom packet somewhere and slapped it into Austin’s waiting palm.
Austin knelt between her legs, Eli rested her head in his lap, and Cody knelt on her right, leaving the left side of her body unattended.
Cody swung his arm, beckoning Jack closer. “Get your lazy ass over here and help us love our woman.”
