Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 17
Until now.
I think the island is talking to him, too.
He’s acting even more alpha than usual.
Luca reaches, lifting Zar’s chin. “Does my stud want this? Do you want to earn his wife?”
Like Luca, Zar licks his lips. “Yes, my owner.”
Luca looks at Nick. He’ll never disrespect him as Zar’s future husband. “Can your man serve us?”
“Please,” Nick smirks, his cock rock hard. Lazily, his hand strokes it. “I’ve always wanted Redix Dean, too.”
Yep. That’s the cost of fame, and I don’t mind. Who doesn’t want my husband? He earned his reputation as Hollywood’s bad boy. But now?
He’s my bad boy.
I love him offering me like this.
“Take him,” Luca offers Zar to Redix. “Let him earn your beautiful wife while I fuck mine.”
A soft gasp escapes Scarlett’s lips.
She’s into this, too.
By the foot of their massive bed, over the plush rugs so wisely placed in each tent, I stand nude. Not moving. Only watching as Redix tosses his robe aside. His shredded body, impressive. His curving cock, mouthwatering.
Luca steps aside, commanding the space in front of Scarlett. He lets Redix take his place beside him, standing before Zar.
“Whatever my stud does for you,” Luca gazes at Redix’s erection, his eyes burning with lust, “my dirty wife will do for me.”
Scarlett licks her lips. Luca’s degradation is her drug.
Redix stares at Zar, kneeling before him. Hooking his finger under Zar’s bearded chin, even with Luca’s permission, even with Zar’s consent, Redix will never take. He fists his shaft, teasing it across Zar’s parting lips. “Do you want me? Do you want to earn my wife?”
“Yes, sir,” Zar answers. “Make me serve you. Make me earn her.”
His words are compliant, his eyes willful and aroused. So is his cock. It surges hard.
“Do you think she’s beautiful?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I agree.” Redix fists Zar’s waves. “Do you want to fuck her?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If I let you have her sweet pussy, how will you earn her?”
“However you desire, sir.”
Redix flares his nostrils, pausing, relishing this. “Then suck my cock if you want to fuck my wife.”
Eagerly, Zar does. With no hesitation, he grabs Redix’s base, his whiskered lips plunging down his curving length. The sight makes me so wet, my sex starts pulsing. It’s obvious Zar’s good at this, and Redix throws his chin up, groaning in appreciation.
Luca admires their display before fisting Scarlett’s auburn strands. “My beautiful whore,” he taunts her. Her eyelids drop; she loves it. She fingers herself while Luca tugs his pants down, his shaft heavy and hard. “Do you want his wife, too?”
“Yes, sir.” She flicks her clit for him.
“Then show them. Show them what a sweet whore you are for me.”
Scarlett moans. She matches Zar. Fisting Luca’s shaft, her tongue shamelessly swirls over his swollen crown.
Standing side by side, Redix’s biceps brush Luca’s. Their thighs touch, too. It’s erotic. Their towering dual display. Their cocks surging hard together. Zar serving Redix. Scarlett serving Luca. Me, standing here. Waiting to be used. To be shared.
And Nick’s entranced. His eyes are glued to Redix’s curving shaft. To his man taking what he can of Redix in his mouth, in his gagging throat.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Redix gazes down at Zar, then over at Luca’s cock, at Scarlett, taking what she can of it, tears leaking from her eyes, spit drooling from her lips.
“Give it to him hard,” Luca growls, telling Redix. “He’s a skull pussy. He likes gagging on cock. Give it to him.”
Zar groans. Drips leak from his swollen tip, his cock rigid and ready. My thighs get weak watching it.
With Luca’s permission, Redix smirks. Cupping Zar’s head, he thrusts into his mouth, unrelenting, unleashing.
“Oh, fuck yes, he loves it,” Redix growls. “Show me. Suck me. Swallow every fucking drop of my cum if you want to fuck my hot wife.”
Nick grunts, pumping faster as moans escape my lips. And Zar’s. And Scarlett’s.
Luca commands Scarlett, taunting her, too, “You’re going to suck her clit like a good little whore while my stud fucks her pussy, aren’t you? Aren’t you my sweet whore, wanting my cock in your ass while you do it?”
Holy fuck, they’re so dirty, they’re hot.
Scarlett rolls her eyes, moaning.
Damn, she’s the perfect match for Luca. With her titles and training, she could inflict damage if she wanted to. She wouldn’t hesitate with any other man. But not with Luca. She loves him. She belongs with him. She craves serving him.
And Luca worships her. He’ll destroy for her. He’ll torture, maim, and relish pain for Scarlett.
“Cade,” Redix growls for me.
In two steps, I’m by his side. I’m kissing him, his tongue lashing mine while he caresses my breast, pinching my nipple and moaning into our mouths. Another man greedily sucks his cock, and Redix grunts, his teeth gently biting my lip as he comes in Zar’s throat. I know my husband’s sound; his desire is woven into mine.
He finishes over Zar’s tongue, then tugs his hair, staring down at him.
“Show me,” he demands. “Show me how you loved earning my wife.”
Zar smirks before parting his lips. He swallowed. He’s hard. He loved it.
Gently, Redix guides me down on the rug. “Get on all fours for him. The man’s earned it. He’s earned that sweet pussy to fuck.”
Luca tugs Scarlett’s hair. “Serve her, too.”
It’s a dance of bodies. Of Scarlett lying on the rug, facing up before I straddle her face. I stare at Luca while he kneels between Scarlett’s legs, and I feel Zar kneeling behind me while Luca calls, “Nick.”
Rising from the bed, Nick joins us. Carrying a bottle of lube—it’s so sexy—Nick’s done this before. You can tell. He hands the lube to Luca like it’s their ritual.
But I’m already soaked. I don’t need lube.
Not when I feel Zar nudging his fat tip into my entrance, teasing it there, rubbing that tingling, tender opening spot. Not when I relish Scarlett’s tongue hungrily circling my swollen clit.
She’s licking, panting into my sex while Luca preps her ass, rubbing her clit with his thumb.
I’m about to get lusciously fucked, watching Luca hug Scarlett’s legs to his chest. His slow plunge into her ass makes her moan ravenously into my pussy, taking Zar.
Zar’s relishing it, making me groan at his first long, slow plunge inside my aching walls. His rhythm is perfect, matching Scarlett’s tempo, her tongue slowly laving over my excited clit, then down to where we’re joined, teasing Zar’s shaft before she’s back, worshiping my screaming nub.
It’s care. It’s carnal. It’s crude and cosmic, as if our bodies were divined to do this.
It’s like once you’re brave enough to break earthly rules, you’ll find the heaven you’ve been searching for.
I moan. I rise on my knees, straddling Scarlett, taking Zar, and palming my breasts for Luca to relish while he fucks his wife’s ass.
I can hear Luca’s stud, Zar, sucking Nick off, and I can watch my husband, my beautiful husband, kneel beside us.
Redix grabs my neck, gently squeezing, gazing down at my body being lavished.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “Cade, you’re so beautiful. So beautiful when you’re a slut like this. Take it, baby. Take what you deserve.”
Our tangle of bodies is beautiful. Our sex is loud and primal. The tent is open, and I glance at others watching. Admiring. And when I feel my husband lower his mouth, latching his lips around my nipple, his suck so brutal and breathtaking…
I cry out.
I close my eyes.
I let it claim me.
This carnal urge. This wanton desire. This wild island. This vision of nude, moaning, intertwined bodies doing the same as us. This man in a black and gold mask, sitting on a chair, watching, lording over our sex.
He lures us even deeper, seducing us to fuck for him, possessing us to come for him. For his pleasure. For his ritual. For his island.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DANIEL
“Get your weenus off me.”
An elbow nudges mine, jolting me awake.
“Get your weenus off me.”
“My what?” My eyes snap open. Dusk takes the afternoon light outside as I turn my head on the pillow.
“Your weenus.” Redix lies beside me. He’s on his back, grinning, his knee nudging mine, too, but the cheeky fucker won’t open his eyes.
The six of us reunited for an afternoon nap before the big night. We’ve had five minutes of silence, of attempted sleep, and now this.
“What in the bloody hell is my weenus?”
He doesn’t answer.
Now I’m intrigued.
“Do you mean penis?”
“No. You can rub that on me all day. But not your weenus.”
I glance down.
I’m naked. So is he. We all are. And yes, I’m half-hard, but he’s guilty, too. That’s the constant state of our cocks when we’re in bed together and when my nude wife is by my side, the white bed sheet twisting over our feet. It’s the perfect temperature with the cool air and our warm bodies. No covers needed.
It’s quite a sensual sight, actually—our six nude bodies in a cozy, tangled row.
“My weenus?” So, I’m confused. “Is that some Yank slang for my cock since I’m not circumcised?”
Redix chuckles. “Hell, no. It’s hot, you’re uncut. It’s natural. And it makes your tip so damn sensitive.”
“I’m jealous,” Silas mumbles from his edge of the bed. “I wish my dick was that sensitive.”
“Your dick is perfect,” Eily, wrapped in Silas’s arms, assures him. “So is yours, Daniel. All dicks are perfect. Whether they look like resting weiners wearing flesh helmets or tube socks hiding a big snake.”
“Well, then…” I stare down at it. Under my scrutiny, it salutes like a good soldier. “What’s wrong with my weenus?”
“Oh my god.” Cade, on the other side of Redix, sighs, “Nothing is wrong with your penis, Daniel. It’s natural and super thick, and thank god, you know how to use it. We all love it. He’s just giving you shit. A weenus is the skin over your elbow. You know, that saggy, loose part when you stiffen your arm.”
“Ah, then.” I elbow Redix, who lazily laughs. “Take my stiff weenus in your ribs again, you bloody bastard.”
Silas mutters, “Speaking of cheeks and stiff arms.”
“You had your chance.” Redix yawns. “You should’ve played with us in Luca’s tent.”
“By the sound and sight of it,” I say, “no one was playing. That was serious fucking.”
Cade chuckles. “Seriously.”
Eily giggles, whispering to Cade, “How was Zar?”
“Oh my god,” Cade starts to answer her. “It was so good; I felt possessed. He does this thing with his tip and—”
“Y’all, hush.” Redix sounds cheesed off. “Come on. We need a nap before tonight.”
We agree. We fall silent. Charlie twitches, falling asleep next to my chest. I wrap my arm tighter around her and close my eyes, but Silas mumbles, “I got a boner.”
I chuckle. I can’t help it.
Redix mumbles, “You’ll have to wait till tonight.”
“Yeah, save your love liquor for me.”
“Climb on, baby girl,” Silas answers Eily, “and I’ll give you a big shot right now.”
“No fucking, y’all.” Redix barks, “Sleep.”
He can be the kindest man. He’ll give his life for anyone. But not his sleep. I get it. He has two little ones at home. Lots of sleep or sex? Either feels like a vacation to a new parent. And if you get both?
Well, that’s fucking nirvana.
With a sigh, I close my eyes again.
Sleep is about to claim me, then…
“Speaking of love liquor.” Redix elbows me. “Did you give Beau a shot of yours today?”
“I thought you needed a kip.”
“A what?”
“A nap.”
“I’m trying,” he says. “But Cyclops over there with his love butter has me thinking about yours and wondering if you finally gave Beau a taste.”
Eily sighs, “God, y’all. Could you imagine if cum tasted like butter? I’d be toast every day.”
Silas laughs. Cade and Charlie do, too, but I’m curious.
No … I’m worried.
Something in his tone.
I turn to Redix, giving him my weenus in the ribs again. “Mate, are you jealous?”
Redix opens his eyes, turning to me.
I know him. I love him. I’d never hurt him. Charlie’s my world. My partners are my priority.
I search his ocean eyes for the truth like I’ve learned to do so well, in character or real life.
I never knew I could love this many, this much. But when you do. When you choose to devote yourself to your wife and kids. To dedicate your life to your partners, too. To do everything in your power for your shared happiness. You fight for it. You sacrifice for it.
Softly, he answers, “Nah, I’m not jealous.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “We haven’t done anything yet. And if you’re not okay with me being with Beau and Colton tonight, then—”
“Oh, he’s more than okay with it,” Silas chimes in. “We both are. But he’s lying. He is jealous—jealous that Beau and Colton want you and not us, too.”
“Is that it?” I ask Redix. “Are you sure? I mean … I want them, but I don’t need them. Not like I need you.”
“I’m fine.”
I stare at Redix. At his dark hair, licked by sunshine, spilling over his pillow. At his granite, scruffy jaw. Every angle on his perfect face is chiseled; it’s hard, but not his tender eyes.
“I mean it. Cyclops is right. I’m not jealous of you being with them. I’m jealous we’re not joining you.”
“Then I won’t do it.”
“Do it,” he says. “I want you to. I mean, I was with Zar today, and so was Cade. It’s only fair.”
“That’s not how we work.” I search for his hand, resting on the bed beside mine. “Love isn’t about what’s fair. It’s about what we feel. Some partners make us jealous, and some don’t. We have to honour that and be honest about it.”
“I’d be jealous of Charlie with Scarlett.” Cade pops her head up, resting it on Redix’s chest so she can tell me, “Don’t ask me why. It’s not rational. I just know I would be. I think it’s hot when she’s with Blair or Stacey. But not Scarlett.”
“I don’t want Scarlett,” Charlie mutters beside me. “No offense. She’s fucking gorgeous, but we’re not attracted to each other like that. I love her like a friend, not a partner.”
“But what if you change? What if you want her one day?” Cade asks.
Charlie shifts to mirror Cade. She rests her head on my chest, answering her, “I’d never hurt you. I’d never make you jealous. I love us. No orgasm is worth messing us up.”
“I’d get jealous of Luca fucking any of us.” Eily sits up, adding to our chat, her hand lingering over Silas’s abs. “So please, don’t.”
Redix answers, “Fun size, you don’t have to worry. Luca only fucks his wife and Zar. Everyone else, he dominates with pleasure, not his prick.”
“Yeah,” she moves, rising to straddle Silas so she can cast her stare over the five of us. “But that’s what I mean. We all have our primaries, then our partners. But sometimes we open up. Like what Stacey and her husbands did with Charlie, and that was so hot. Or like what y’all did with Zar today.
“But can’t you just sense which lines we shouldn’t cross? Like Luca?” She tells Redix, “You guys are so close. You have this sensual bond, but it’s not sexual. It would mess things up if you cross it.”
“I agree.” Redix gets serious. “I can’t lose Luca as a friend. I know he has complicated feelings about who he’s with, and I know why. And I love him. I’d never risk regrets between us.”
“So,” I ask him, “would you regret me being with Beau and Colton? Be honest. I’ll never risk us either. Remember, we’re raising our families together. We’re going to live here together.”
“What?” Eily blurts. She looks at Silas. Then back at us. Then back at him. “Is this a trick or treat?”
“Y’all,” Silas drawls, flopping his arm over his eyes. “That was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Bloody hell,” I wince, “tell a mate then. Sorry.”
“Wait.” Charlie perks up like Eily.
Matching her on Silas, she crawls on top of me, her palms grabbing my pecs, her stare not believing me, either.
“You want to move here with the kids?” she asks. “You’re finally willing to do it? For the whole world to find out about us? Because they will. You and Redix have millions of obsessed fans. They’ll find out.”
“Y’all, it’s kinda perfect,” Cade adds, climbing on top of Redix.
It’s like we’re stallions, and our women are ready to ride us, Paul Revere style, telling the world the news about our polycule.
“The six are coming! The six are coming!”
“The timing is smart.” Cade tells Redix, “You and Daniel can wrap your show this season. Then, you won’t have to worry about pissing off the studio or risking the press hounding the cast and crew about us. Production will wrap, then we’ll release a statement and weather the storm. Before that, we can secure the island. We can be ready for them.”
Charlie nods. She’s already imagining how she’d lock down Indigo Island like a fort.
Our children, our families would be safe here.
“Please don’t be teasing me.” Eily reaches for Cade’s hand, her other resting on Silas’s heart. “I know I joke around, but not about this. Not about us. Are we serious? Will we really do this? All six of us and your kids on this island? Like we’ll grow old together? Because I’m already buying more rocking chairs in my mind.”
