“You just want to be friends?” Tess asked, surprised.
Keir laughed. “Oh, Kitten, I think you misunderstood my brother. Didn’t we make things clear last night?”
“Well, I figured out that you both are good team players,” Tess said, a little teasing in her voice.
It was a relief after all the heavy talk.
“Just good?” Kade asked, taking what she was saying out of context and focusing on one word.
“Touché,” Tess said.
“Kade, how about you show us some of that good teamwork right now?” Bastion suggested, retaking a seat on the couch beside War. “We were done talking anyway. The rest of the planning will have to wait until after War gets the chance to discuss things over with his father. Securing financing and real back-up is going to be important with Tess and her family to consider.”
“You want to give them a little show?” Kade asked Tess, already bending down so his lips could brush against hers.
“What do you think about Bastion watching you from a foot away? No more phones we can turn off, nothing to stop him from sharing you with us,” Keir said along one of her ears, nipping the edge.
Tess glanced at Bastion to see his response.
He loosened his collar, unbuttoning the top and giving her a look that said he was more than happy to watch.
But he was also ready to participate. Eager, in fact, as he leaned forward. War matched his pose from the other couch.
Her boyfriends wanted a proper reunion with all of them.
8
Tess
Miles Above your Worries
“I want all of you,” Tess said.
“Kiss her first, Kade. Show us why she agreed to go home with you,” Bastion said. “I want to see that twin sandwich by the vending machines that got cut off from the phone video last night.”
She got instantly wet remembering it. Her worries—and theirs—flew straight out the window. Lust took priority. Kade stuck his tongue in her mouth at the same time Keir traced his tongue along her ear. Their hands were all over her body.
“I don’t care about Bastion, but I’m not sharing this sight with Ms. Gladstone,” War commented, sounding uncomfortable. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. There’s enough time in the flight for a quick entry into the mile-high club.”
Kade wrapped his hands around her hips and hauled her up his body. Keir gave her ass a slap. She clung to his brother, giving a little surprised shout.
“Trouble, can’t keep your hands off my ass?” Tess teased.
“Keir says he spanked it last night,” Bastion revealed as Kade carried her towards the back of the plane.
“Is that a question?” Tess asked. “Did you order a spanking, Bossy?”
“Kitten, I told them to keep their dicks out of your pussy. Nothing else was specified. I thought the twins were going to give your sassy mouth an up-front and personal greeting instead. Tell us, pierced or not? The twins keep that to themselves.”
“Won’t you see eventually? Or are we only doing this one-on-one?” Tess asked.
Keir gave her jeans-clad bottom an appreciative pat. “Twin sandwiches require more than one and neither of us are opposed to sharing with War or Bastion, even if we have to show our dicks first.”
“Not shy?” Tess asked.
Kade rumbled a laugh that shook his chest against her cheek. “Don’t get him started, Pumpkin.”
“Bastion’s jealous,” Keir dismissed. “Now you heard War, bro. Get Tess undressed for a quickie.”
They all entered through the doorway separating the back bedroom from the rest of the plane.
War slid the door shut softly. “No lock,” he announced. “Ms. Gladstone will knock.”
Bastion went ahead and unfolded the already made-up bed from the fold-out couch.
“There’s not enough time for all of us,” Keir noted.
“Are we really going to—?”
Tess had her question cut off by Kade’s lips. He had dropped with her in his arms onto the bed. Rolling to kneel over her, he tugged her chin up and kissed her even deeper, smothering any further queries about the logistics of being fucked on a jet.
They were doing this. Tess just had to lay back and let the guys show her a good time.
“I’m never going to be able to sleep on the jet bed without remembering this,” War rumbled out, accent as thick as when he swore.
Bastion sat down on the bed beside Tess, dipping the mattress towards him before he spoke.
“Why don’t you be the one to take our girl to the mile high club? She’s in your jet, on your bed. I say that means you get dibs. Besides, you’re dressed the most expediently for fucking. Kilts definitely have advantages I’ve not considered previously.”
Keir groaned.
“Can’t they just circle the island a few times so that we all get a turn?”
“No, I’m not going to ask for the pilots to circle. You will get your turn again tonight. The rest of us didn’t have our mouths all over her sweet pussy, getting the first taste.”
Kade broke off the kiss. “Bastion has also licked her pussy. Sweet as those strawberry tits,” he said.
Tess blushed. The guys were all being raunchy, but their dirty talk made her wet. She squeezed her thighs together, catching Bastion’s blues fixed on her face as she shifted her gaze over to him.
“She was wearing panties when I had my turn licking her, or don’t you remember clocking me when I tried to remove them?” Bastion asked. “Means the first time doesn’t count nearly enough. I’m taking you alone our real first time, Kitten. Nobody to stop me from the perverted fantasies I’ve been thinking about since I fingered you in the front entrance on that cute table.”
“I heard you broke that table,” Tess said, meeting his gaze unwaveringly.
“Fuck yeah, I broke the table over Kade’s stubborn hide,” Bastion admitted. “He wanted to follow you, but at a distance. Thought it would keep you safer.”
Kade moved to her other side.
Keir slipped between her legs to start undoing her jeans.
Bastion gave her a wicked twist of his lips, unrepentant.
While Keir took care of undressing her bottom half, catching hold of her panties with her jeans to tug them down, Kade slipped one hand under her shirt and teased her breasts free of the cups. Kade pulled the lacy material down on one cup, and then the other bra cup, to prop her bared breasts up.
“I liked that table,” Tess said, with a soft gasp added on.
The twins moved fast, Kade already playing with her body and Keir was nearly ready to start on her lower half.
“Bastion convinced me to change my mind about coming after you, obviously, but he’s still the most responsible one for your broken table,” Kade said, drawing her attention back over to him as she rolled her head the other direction.
Honestly, she was caring much less about the table right this moment.
Kade pinched one of her nipples as soon as she met his eyes. “The table was broken before Keir started reading your messages to us out loud from your phone. Bastion had a snit when we returned to your house and you were gone.”
Temper tantrum, he meant.
“What changed your mind about coming after me?” Tess asked.
Kade pinched her other nipple. Keir had her jeans off, his hands sliding up to her knees and pushing them wide.
“You wanted to be chased but were too shy to ask. I can read between the lines, Pumpkin. Didn’t you already tell me to smarten up in Chemistry?” Kade teased.
Keir dove between her legs and licked a stripe over her pussy before latching on and sucking up her juices.
Tess twisted, hips lifting. “Ah, Keir. Oh, God,” she said with a hiss.
Kade shoved her shirt higher, exposing her breasts to the cooler air. Bastion shifted up the bed, snagging the end of his tie around her throat in his hand as he moved.
“You kiss me, Kitten,” Bastion told her, using his grip on the tie to tug her
head until she was looking up at him behind her. “Keep your legs spread, so Keir can lick that sweet pussy. Give one of your hands to Kade to hold and the other will go under War’s kilt to make sure he’s hard and ready for you.”
War was going to fuck her. Timely reminder. She felt War’s weight dip the bed on her other side as he joined them.
“Yes, Bossy,” Tess mumbled, then closed her eyes and moaned.
Keir was going to make her climax before she even got her hands on War’s dick again.
Bastion chuckled, brushing her lips with a soft kiss and pulling back. His hand tightened its grip on the tie, coming right under her chin. She couldn’t look down at what the others were doing, her gaze fully on Bastion.
“Four guys are playing with your body at once. Somebody has to direct, or you’re going to get all of your sweet holes filled and this jet will run out of fuel before we finish and it can land.”
Keir chose that moment to tickle her tight rear entrance, making Bastion’s point for him.
Tess gasped, and tried to close her legs, Keir’s big shoulders all that was holding her open. She instinctively reached down with her hands to push Keir and get some space for a moment.
War and Kade both had gotten a hold of her arms and they stopped her from getting her hands on Keir.
“Keir, wait a few seconds,” Bastion barked.
“Now, Kitten,” Bastion said, nicer tone for her. “You have a safe word. Use it if you need to, but we’re going to keep on seducing your body unless we hear that word. That’s the only rule between all of us.”
“Please let me feel your orgasm on my tongue. Kade got that last night and now it’s my turn,” Keir whispered, his voice muffled by being so close to her pussy.
War drew her hand he had captured up his thick, hard thighs. As she felt the material of his kilt, and then their hands went under, she knew this was her last chance to tell them if she needed more time.
The guys were pushing her hard, testing her. Or maybe they were as impatient as her, wanting to know what it would feel like to take things further. Who cared if they were moving fast? The guys didn’t seem to be judging her.
“Do you all want this?” she whispered, fingers wrapping around War’s unmistakably swollen length.
He hadn’t gone down from earlier. It was like he had a constant hard-on around her.
“Tess-girl, I’m going to make this good enough for all of us because time is short,” War promised. “Let Keir make you nice and wet. You’re getting it hard and fast from me.”
“Keir, please,” Tess begged, feeling her face heat further as Bastion stared at her.
Bastion’s fist on the tie wouldn’t allow her to look down, see the guy between her legs that was eager to suck her pussy until she smothered an orgasm over his face.
“Kiss me,” Bastion demanded, his lips over hers as Keir found her clit with his tongue.
She jerked the hard cock in her hand with short, fast strokes, figuring War was about to fuck her pussy with the same method, except he would get his thick cock fully wrapped in her heat. Her fingers couldn’t manage all of his width. It was going to be a stretch even with her so wet that it was going to leave a big spot on the bed covers.
Kade’s piercings tickled her nipples as he laved wet kisses over both of her breasts, sloppy about it. He would lick from one side to the other, scratching his chin over her soft mounds of flesh pushed up by the bra cups he’d shoved down.
He hadn’t shaved this morning. That smooth face she had ridden last night was rougher. Would Keir’s chin also be rough if she ground down on him?
She was about to find out.
Bastion sucked down her scream. Kade held down one of her arms. She jerked War’s cock a couple times in rapid succession and then froze, her body tightening all over.
Keir latched onto her clit with his mouth. He used the finger lubed with her juices to play with her bottom hole and penetrate the opening.
She climaxed, no escape from the demanding hands and mouths.
Her bottom clamped embarrassingly on Keir’s penetrating finger, but she was beyond caring. She jerked against the hold all of them had on her body, letting the delicious spasms of her orgasm tighten and release and tighten again.
War tugged her hand off his dick when she finally unclenched her hand enough to permit removal. She wanted to possessively grab his dick back, but Bastion nipped her bottom lip and told her to give both of her hands to him.
The tie was quickly loosened and whipped over her head, then fastened over her wrists in a figure eight.
Keir gave her oversensitive clit his rough, unshaven chin, enjoying her tremble and her squeezing her thighs around him.
“I came,” she told them.
Kade chuckled from beside her on the bed. “Yeah, unmistakable, Pumpkin.”
“We’re not done with you yet,” Bastion said from above. “I want you to ride War from on top. Don’t want him to pound your pussy too tender for the rest of us to enjoy tonight.”
“You can take me, can’t you, Tess-Girl?” War asked, on her other side, leaning back on one arm on the bed.
The other hand War used to shove under his kilt and pull his cock out from underneath the cover. It wasn't as if he could hide the tent he was sporting that well. May as well get it out in the open.
She nodded. All the guys were surrounding her, still touching her. It would be overwhelming if they didn’t check in with her. As fast as things were proceeding, she still felt in control.
“She’s so wet that pussy’s going to slide down on you like it’s been buttered,” Keir promised.
War opened a condom packet he had beside himself on the bed. The crinkle was the only response to Keir’s raunchy comment for a moment.
“Up we go,” Bastion said, still behind her.
He pulled her up by the tie wrapped around her wrists and started knee walking towards the edge of the bed by Keir.
Everyone else moved as well to get situated. The twins helped grab Tess’s hips and legs to turn and straddle her overtop of War, facing him. They stayed on either side of War, seated on the bed edge.
Bastion was the only one that had gotten completely off of the bed. He came up behind her. With her tie-cuffed wrists in his grip, he cupped her chin to pull her head back.
“You ready, Kitten?” Bastion whispered into one ear.
War’s big cock was wrapped in protection, standing up in front of her, waiting for her to mount. She awkwardly wished her hands were free, hoping she wasn’t about to knee or elbow anyone in trying to find her stride.
The guys really had no idea of how little experience she had with sex. Mostly vanilla and only a couple partners total, definitely not together.
“I might need a hand,” she finally admitted.
“Oh, I think all of us need to have a hand in this,” Bastion said, surprising her.
“Twins, legs, please. War, hips and get her lined up. I’m going to stay behind her for balance. War did say fast and hard, Kitten.”
The guys moved quickly once Bastion laid out their plan.
“Lift her legs up higher. Tess is the one getting fucked, just at an angle,” Bastion said.
The twins immediately complied as if it was an order. Her ankles were almost resting on their shoulders.
War had his cock nestled against her pussy lips. He thumbed her clit.
“Keep your eyes open, Tess-girl,” War demanded. “I want to see your pleasure. If you need it slower, I want to read it first. I need to be in your head, that beautiful fucking mind, while I give you my body.”
He kept his thumb doing circles on her clit, rubbing her arousal to the edge of another climax. No way she could come again that soon. She tried to wiggle against him, sink that big cock in further.
Bastion nibbled her neck on the right side. “Anticipation is a game all of its own, Kitten.”
“I thought we were on a time limit,” she complained.
War firmed his hand on her
hip and slammed himself up inside her.
She squeezed her eyes shut despite War’s request. Her whole pussy seemed to clamp around the cock stretching her walls, orgasm threatening with one stroke.
Fuck!
Bastion hadn’t been kidding about anticipation. She would have come on the spot if they had drawn it out much longer.
Good thing War hadn’t paid Bastion’s advice any attention.
“So tight and wet,” War ground out, pulling out and slamming back in again.
He rolled his hips as he did it. Went fast. Managed to keep a thumb on her clit the whole time and those lazy circles that were out of sync with his hard fucking.
“So big,” Tess admitted, loving it. She let her head fall back and moaned.
“Look at me, Tess-girl, when I’m loving you,” War rumbled out, thrusting hard into her.
The noises of their coupling were evidence of how wet and prepared she had been. She opened her eyes to War’s demand, met his intent gaze. He wanted her to get as much pleasure out of the first time as he was getting.
It was in how he watched everything she did, from panting between thrusts and biting her own lips.
“He’s shaking your breasts, your whole body,” Bastion noted. “You feel him claiming your pussy for us first? Makes me want to yank you back to slide into that virgin ass after wetting my dick in your slick arousal. Give you no choice but to ride both our hard cocks until you come between us, screaming.”
“Told you a sandwich was hot,” Keir bragged.
“Do you talk the whole time you fuck, Bossy?” Tess bit out, feeling herself get close to orgasm. “And I told you, I tried and failed anal once before.”
War was giving her pussy a hard pounding despite the position. He was so damn strong that he didn’t even need the other guys to hold her up, managing her just fine. Her hips went up and down to meet his thrusts with one big hand wrapped around her ass and his other hand on her thigh, thumb still circling her clit.
He knew it, too. War looked her right in the eyes, keeping contact while he played her body to a quick encore. That second climax was close.
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