Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 10
Luca starts stroking my glossed cock with the tight sleeve, and, “Oh fuck!” the pleasure is there. It triggers an intense sensation, making me shout.
This feels so fucking good.
“Feed on him,” he commands the others.
Mouths and lips take my flesh, biting, kissing, and sucking.
After Redix and Zar and now the others, I’ll be marked. When I return to set next week, I’ll have to be covered in body make-up and…
I don’t give a fuck.
Let them devour me. Let them mar my flesh. Let them deliver exquisite pleasure. I close my eyes to it. And there it is. The pressure. The stress. It finds me, too. It never fucking ends.
Luca must read the tension across my quads, my abs flexing.
I can’t let go.
“Taste him,” Luca commands. “Lick him until he feeds us. Until he drips for us.”
He keeps pumping my shaft at the base, freeing my length and bulging crown.
My wife goes first, sucking my tip, flicking her tongue over my sensitive seam. She’s perfection. She’s the best at this.
“Oh fuck, yes, babe,” I groan. “Don’t stop.” I want to sink my hands in her silky hair, but my wrists are bound.
Charlie signals for Redix, and he goes next. He devotes his warm mouth to my cock, making me pant, all while Luca won’t stop his tight, pumping control.
“Lift his head,” Luca commands. “Let him watch us take care of him.”
Nick appears by my shoulder. Carefully, he wedges a small pillow under my neck so I don’t strain. I can relax. I can watch this.
The sight is beyond kinky. The ambiance makes this erotic game look like a pagan ritual, all devoted to my pleasure, to my release.
Mouth after mouth, women and men, suck my cock, different tongues laving over my sensitive crown. All while Luca pumps my base. It’s like he’s driving all the pressure into my opening slit, tongue after tongue trying to make it drip.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” It tremors my thighs. It sheens sweat across my naked flesh. It races my heart, my biceps straining against my wrist restraints.
But still.
No release.
This is where I’m stuck, trapped in this hell.
“Do you want more?” Luca sees it. He knows my secret.
This frustration is all in my head. I’ve let it become too powerful, too much.
But sometimes, we get so focused on caring for others that we lose ourselves. Finding our joy feels selfish, if not futile. We want to give up on our pleasure when it’s what we really need.
Maybe I’ll never stop being the most powerful man on set, the one studios and crews depend on.
But not here. Not now. Not with the ones I love.
“Yes, Master,” I beg. “I want more. I need to be fucked.”
The request escapes. Fucked by whom or how I’m not sure.
But Luca shakes his head, denying me. Or helping me? It’s like he knows better. He won’t give up on me. He’s committed to my pleasure, to finishing me like this.
Gesturing to Charlie and Redix, Luca commands, “Stroke him, and don’t stop.”
Then Luca turns to Mateo and Ford. “Untie Beau,” he demands, “and bring him here.”
While they obey, Luca returns to his side table. With a snap, he secures a black latex glove over his right hand, dousing his digits in lube. Then Scarlett helps him tug on a left-handed glove, a leather one with silver claws.
Claws?
Latex?
And lube?
I start writhing. Ehhh, yes. I want it.
The others gather around. Partners touching partners. Hands pleasing themselves and others.
“Free his ankles,” Luca commands Zar, who obeys.
It makes Zar hard, serving his owner, yanking my body to the edge of the table, exposing my arse for Luca’s claim.
Beau appears unbound and on my right. He admires my body, his dick surging hard again. It’s like my naked need; my torture excites him.
“Daniel wants you to watch.” Again, Luca reads my mind. He tells Beau, “Watch his cock while we make him come. And come on him if you want to.”
The rush is immediate. A new white heat flames through my flesh, burning away barriers and turning my stress to ash.
Fuck, Luca won’t stop with his kink.
He will make me come.
Even if it takes all night, I have no control.
This is true submission. Pure trust. Raging lust.
With his thick fingers covered in latex and lube, Luca teases into my ass while my wife and partner stroke my cock.
Instantly, I writhe, tugging against my wrist restraints and groaning for more.
“Hold his ankles,” he commands. “Hold him still. He’s too strong.”
Ford and Mateo appear, each man grabbing my leg. I am strong, so I let them. I let them hold my thighs open for Luca’s expert probe, his fingers seeking, searching inside.
“Milk him. Milk him hard,” he commands Charlie. “Take turns,” he directs Redix.
“God,” Charlie marvels, watching Luca’s claim. So is Redix. They’re watching Luca finger my ass, with three, maybe four digits, I can’t be sure.
It’s just burning perfection.
I turn, and Beau pumps his dripping cock to it, his lips parted, his eyes enraptured by this carnal and caring act.
Then Luca finds the spot, his fingers curling and pressing up. With brutal pressure, he massages my prostate, that maddening place that sends stars shooting across my vision, my nerves igniting with new desire.
“Oh fuck!” I roar. “Don’t stop!”
“Yessss,” Luca coaxes, his accent thick, his tone heavy. “Yes, we have him now.”
With his left hand, his clawed glove, Luca scrapes his sharp, chrome nails down my side, over my tender flesh, raking my ribs, scratching my obliques, making me try to twist away, which only increases the pressure, the intense pleasure in my arse.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I groan. “Fuck, punish me and take my ass harder.”
“Shit, this is hot.”
I hear his deep praise. Focusing my gaze, I turn again to Beau by my side. He’s stroking faster to this, to me. I search for Blair, his fiancée, and notice she’s sought my wife.
She’s returning the favor.
Blair stands behind Charlie, fingering her while Charlie arches her back for it, letting Blair get her off while Redix takes control of pumping my cock for Charlie’s gaze.
It makes me crack. The sight. The sensation. The exposure. The taboo. “Yeesss.”
Finally, I start to drip.
“Lick him.” Luca sees it. He commands Charlie, “Suck your husband’s cock.”
Charlie leans over, moaning, full of desire to please and be pleased. Blair doesn’t stop fingering her while Charlie obeys Luca’s command, taking my need into her wet, sucking mouth.
“Aww, yes, babe,” I sigh.
Redix, with his choking grip, strokes my base. He’s tugging my balls, too. “Fuck yeah,” he coaxes. “Suck his cock. Finger his ass. Let’s help him come so fucking hard.”
Does Redix know? Can he tell? How I’ve been so stressed, so frustrated?
“Yeah, do it,” Beau grunts. “Aw, fuck, do it. Make Daniel come.” Because Beau is about to, he’s straining for it.
So, I tell him, “Do it for me. Do it on me. I want you to.”
With no shame, Beau lets go. He shoots across my chest, warm, creamy splatters of his arousal painting my flesh. He surrenders to his desire, and it frees me.
Finally, I let go.
Watched by the ones I care about. Touched by the ones I love. I let it take me. “I’m coming,” I grunt.
“Yes,” Redix urges, tightly squeezing my base.
“Now,” Luca demands, brutally pounding his fingers into my ass.
“Ummm.” Charlie’s sucking mouth tenderly moans, tasting my relief, of me about to come. I think she’s coming, too.
“Oh fuck, babe. Oh fuck.” It starts in my legs, shaking in the controlling grasp of other men, my breath ragged and thin. The white heat, coiled tight at the base of my spine for an eternity, it seems, snaps. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I’m coming.”
I can’t stop it. Plopping her lips, webbed with spit, off my tip, Charlie marvels. All do.
This explosion has been waiting for so long; it’s powerful. I can’t breathe through it. I don’t need to. The pressure releases, and I’m powerless. It happens to me. Ropes of my cum spurt so hard from my tip, the salty drops reach my chin, splattering my lips.
“Fuck,” I huff, spurting more. My toes curl. My thighs shake. My cock pulses as Redix squeezes and Luca curls his fingers inside me even harder.
They’re truly milking me. I groan, spasming again. And again. It coats my abs, mixing with Beau’s cum on my chest, pearly streams of all I’ve been holding back. I’m covered in it. And they won’t stop, the sudden convulsions that release more.
In a relieved haze, letting it happen, I turn my head to find breath. To find focus. Gazing into the dark shadows, into the black velvet folds of the tent, I see…
The devil.
Lurking there in his mask.
He’s smiling, and I spurt again.
I must be hallucinating.
It’s a dick delusion, as Eily said, and I’m too bloody happy to care, to move.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” Charlie sighs. She brings my focus back to her.
Breath finds my lungs again. Finally, my voice returns. Finally, my muscles relax. I feel whole.
“Bloody, fucking hell,” I rumble. “Fuck me, I needed that.”
Redix frees my cock as Luca retreats from my body. With my dazed stare, I thank them.
All around me, love seeks love. Spouses and partners join. I can’t focus. I just want my own.
“Babe,” I call for Charlie.
While Redix frees my wrists, she kisses me. Tenderly. Deeply. “I love you,” I sigh.
“I love you, too.” She whispers, “Now, tell him.”
Then it’s Redix. It’s his lips on mine. It’s like he knows. We’re all too close to hide our hearts.
“I need to tell you something,” I confess into our kiss.
Pulling back, Redix brushes the sweaty tendril off my forehead. “Tell me anything,” he promises, “and I’ll still love you.”
CHAPTER NINE
EILY
“I’m so sorry I’m a happy slut.”
“So, tell me the craziest thing you’ve seen working in a sex shop.”
I should have better manners. I’m talking with a mouth full of candy. But Redix and Cade got me hooked on Lemonheads, and now I’m obsessed with their sweet, tart crunch.
I also read that citrus fruits help with fertility, which means citrus candy, too.
One can hope.
And it is Halloween week.
“The craziest thing?” Blair tugs at her Atlanta baseball cap. “From working at Delta’s? That’s tough to say.”
Beau calls over his shoulder, “Tell her about the guy and the vibrator.”
“A guy?” Silas casts his fishing line, standing next to Beau, who’s doing the same.
It’s a gorgeous, sunny, cool day on the water. We’re moored at the marina, patiently waiting for Colton.
So, Silas whipped out his long rod–no, the fishing one–and gave one to Beau, too.
And all I know is … they better NOT catch our dinner.
Do you want to see a grown woman look like a complete dumbass?
That’ll be me, losing my shit, squirming and squealing whenever one of those slimy creatures flops around.
Silas has tried to cure me of my fear of live fish, but not today, Satan. I swear, their unblinking eyes are the gateway to hell.
But at least, while we wait for Colton, I have more time to score the tea on Delta’s.
Do I want to know crazy stories about that fancy sex store?
Ehhh, is water wet?
Do I want to know about my villain, too?
Ehhh—confession time.
I sorta, kinda don’t know the villain’s name. His contact on my phone is SEXY SATAN.
All I know is he’s filthy gorgeous, stinking rich, and maybe a criminal.
Just a smidge.
That intel? I got it from his chiseled face, his ruby and platinum signet ring, his Patek Philippe watch, and the cross tattoo … or was it a dagger … on his ring finger? I clocked a lot of ominous ink he’s hiding under his starched white shirt.
But if I met him at Delta’s. If the criminal has a key to the place. If he’s really hot with good taste in expensive clothes … he can’t be that bad. Right?
Again, one can hope.
And, yeah, again, it’s Halloween. If you’re gonna play with devilish dudes, it’s the holiday to do it.
Just in case, maybe Blair knows him. Maybe she’ll let something slip.
“Yeah,” Blair answers Silas, “a guy. He came into the store, all preppy, like he left a golf course, and said he wanted to buy the best vibrator in the store.”
I scoot closer to her. She has my full, short attention span.
“Which is?”
I’m the consumer reports on sex toys. I’m taking mental notes, always on the search for the best pussy products.
“Depends on the clit.” Blair chuckles. “Some like a hummingbird, some like a woodpecker.”
Passionately, I nod.
“I like a lap dog.”
Silas snorts, winding his reel. “Eily Van de May, you’re my water bowl for life.”
“Thank you, baby,” I call out to my husband before nudging Blair’s flip-flop. “Now, back to the guy and the best vibrator.”
Blair continues her story.
“So, I showed him the popular models. Clitoral massagers. Little bullets. The ol’ reliable wands.”
I pine, “I love wands.”
“And I told him when it comes to sex toys, orgasms are priceless. And he agreed. He said cost wasn’t the issue.”
“Smart man.”
“Wait for it…” Beau warns with laughter edging his voice.
“What?” I shove my sunglasses up my nose. “He wanted the vibrator for himself, didn’t he? Like for his ass, but he was too shy. Aww, poor guy. There should be no taint on teasing taints.”
“No,” Blair hums, “that wasn’t it. He said he’d pay any price, up to ten K, for a one-of-a-kind vibrator, and I was like, ‘Uh, I can order one in gold for you.’ And he was like, ‘No.’”
Blair touches my knee. We’re side by side on the padded bench over the stern. Wearing sweatshirts, we’re in shorts and flip-flops, too. What can I say? It’s Southern autumn attire.
“Get this.” She pauses for effect. “He said, ‘I’ll pay any price for a used vibrator.’”
“Used!” I start rolling. “By you?”
“Yep.” She pops her lips. “I got all kinds of propositions working in that store. Lots of couples in particular. I was their unicorn.”
“A unicorn?” I lean in. “No judgment. But so … horse and horn kink is a thing, too?”
KABOOM!
Did you hear that?
That’s my mind getting blown once again by new sex intel.
I can’t keep up. I can barely remember a password.
Blair laughs. “Yeah, for a few. But a unicorn is a bisexual woman that casually joins another couple.”
“What’s a bisexual man who seriously joins a couple? Like Silas first did with Redix and Cade?”
“A stallion,” Silas boasts.
Blair shrugs. “I’ve never heard that term, but sure, why not? It’s not like there are rules for people like us.”
I lower my voice, my eyes darting to Beau’s broad back before I side mutter, not wanting to get Blair in trouble, but I’m dying to know.
“Did you ever … you know … sprinkle your unicorn glitter with a couple?”
“Uh, yeah, she did,” Beau proudly answers for Blair. He doesn’t even turn around. “She’s a pro. She’s still teaching me and Colt things.”
“I’m not a pro.” Blair shakes her head. “I’m a romance author. It’s called research.”
Beau glances our way. The man has a pussy-licking smirk.
“Well, then, lucky me and Colt,” he says. “We’ll be your Wikipedia of Whoopee for life.”
Blair bats her lashes at him. “Promise?”
“We gave you two rings to prove it, kitten.”
I glance down, temporarily blinded by the ice stacked on Blair’s ring finger. A clear, twelve-carat diamond. A band of emeralds, rubies, and sapphires in rare colors. Like a million-dollar rainbow band.
Her rings are stunning. They’re sentimental, I can tell. Just like the indigo sapphire and diamond ring Silas had made for me.
“I did research,” I share. “Well, using romance novels and porn. And I’m glad I did. I was literally gonna blow giving a blow job.”
Blair laughs. “I sure did, giving my first one! I didn’t know better.”
“See? So, I wanted to learn because I knew Silas was a pro. Not like paid to fuck. He’s just an expert at it, and I didn’t want to blow my chance. Pun intended. But he was so patient with me. He taught me everything I know. I was a virgin before him.”
Silas sets his rod in a holder, chuckling, “My beautiful virgin? Yes. A gifted prodigy, horny to learn and quickly surpassing her master in sex skills? That’s my hot wife.”
His lips lean down for mine.
I blush at his kiss and praise.
Lately, Silas has been the poster brute for cavemen. He’s all grunty and fucky and possessive with me, and … okay … I kinda love it.
I know he’ll mellow. I know once—if—we have a baby, his possessive streak will become protective. Silas will be the perfect father.
Besides, he fucks me like an animal lately, and I’m not submitting a one-star review on that.
No, those are five-star fucks.
And sorry, Starbucks, for ripping down your paper towel holder. I just really like your pumpkin spice lattes and fucking my husband in your bathroom.
Grabbing a beer from the icy cooler, Silas acts like he’s serving me first, but … he presses the cold can against my neck.
I crook it, squealing, “You’re getting me wet!”
