Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 26
Redix restrains my booted ankles, my legs wide open, and then, like infrared, he spots my drenched heat.
“Damn.” He leans down, burying his face in my lace and making me gasp. With a deep inhale, he moans. “Y’all, she’s hurting for it. She’s so sexed up after watching the others; her panties are a sponge of lady cum.”
“Oh yeah?” Daniel spots my pearled nipples. “Let’s see if we can make her cream the bed, too.”
Shocking me, he rips my slip, not a lot. Just enough to reveal my breasts, my lungs heaving.
“Okay,” Cade rasps, sounding aroused. “Let’s get her ready for him.”
“Ready?” I beg. “I left READY miles ago. I took a cruise across a creepy ocean, then a caravan on humping camels through the land of live porn, to a sprint across a barren field of terror, and now I’ve crossed the border into This-Bitch-Better-Get-Her-Cuntry-Fucked-By-Her-Husband, or this is war.”
Cade chuckles, but Daniel leans down. “Shhh.” He licks my nipple. “We have to fuck you first.”
“What?” I start tugging at my restraints. “No. I don’t want your cocks. I mean … I want your cocks … but I love Silas, and right now, he’s all—”
“Trust us,” Charlie soothes. “We know who you belong to.”
Reaching under the bed, she searches for something. When she lifts the basket from our sex room, it dawns on me.
It’s like the heavens open, clouds part, and the dildo gods sing…
Wait?
Or are they dildo goddesses?
Nope, in my world, it’s both. We all praise sex toys.
“You know, in ancient times,” Charlie picks up my gold inlay quartz favorite, “they used these in rituals to please women, preparing them for sex.”
She licks it while Daniel says, “They used them on men, too.”
“You know Silas wanted each of us to use one on you,” Charlie says. “All fifteen of us.”
“Please,” I peep. “He knows me so well.”
“But we told him it may be too much,” Cade warns.
“No, it’s not.”
“I told you she’s hurting for it,” Redix says. “She feels possessed by the devil to fuck like we have all week.”
Cade doubts, “Possessed? Or horny?”
He laughs. “Exactly. Is there a difference?”
“Here, here,” Daniel says. “When I’m randy, I feel possessed. So, if not fifteen, let’s give her a few at least.”
I’m about to debate the definition of “a few” because tonight … sorry … it equals fifteen.
But when Daniel pulls aside my drenched lace, and Charlie slides the cool, smooth quartz inside me as Daniel leans down, flicking his warm, talented tongue over my lonely clit…
“Oh god!” I scream to the night. “I’m gonna come.”
“But you can’t.” Charlie pulls it out, and Daniel stops.
“That’s why we said … Fifteen. Was. Too. Much,” Cade lectures in tempo, tapping her cheek with my treasured, flopping, red tentacle dildo.
You know, if she weren’t a hot, nude bunny, looking like a fetish fantasy, she’d be a know-it-all school marm. Lucky for her, I love playing a naughty schoolgirl. And I love her.
But tonight?
“Wait. This is my ritual, right?”
They nod.
“And you’ve made all the rules so far. Even that, I can’t be fucked by fifteen people with fifteen dildos.”
Okay, that is sounding excessive.
“We’d thought you’d like the ritual,” Charlie worries.
“I do like it. I love it. It’s just that if this is my ritual, can I have something my way?”
They exchange glances before Redix gently rubs my thigh. “You’re right.” Of course, he’d understand. “What’s your wish, fun size?”
“Other than I wish you’d stop calling me ‘fun size’?”
He grins, guilty. “Our dirty little princess?”
“Better.” I grin back. “And on that note, your dirty little princess wants to watch her partners together.” Eyes dart. “I know Silas is somewhere waiting for me. He’s probably watching, but it doesn’t feel right. I’ve watched everyone else while waiting for him and I want to watch you, too. It makes me feel loved.” I pause. “And very horny.”
“Mates,” Daniel rubs his palms together, “it is her night. Let’s not keep a lass waiting.”
“Okay, eager beaver,” Cade asks. “What do you want?”
“Untie me first.”
“But he wants you tied.”
“You can tie me back,” I assure Charlie. “But since I’m not getting fifteen of my phallic friends from my favorite friends, I’ll play with one while y’all play as I tell you to.”
“Damn,” Redix mutters. “It twitches my cock when you act like Luca.”
They untie my ankles and wrists while I consider my options.
More … I’m considering them.
I’m taking in the sight of the ones who show me love.
Redix always texts me articles and posts about art shows. We try to go to as many as we can.
Daniel shares my love of cereal. On his global travels, he finds new ones for us to try.
Charlie loves dying indigo fabrics with me. She’s making more throw pillows to piss off Daniel.
Cade and I have been working on sketches for a tattoo all six of us would be willing to get. That’s not been an easy task.
And somewhere tonight, Silas is waiting on me. But I know tomorrow night, once everyone leaves, we’ll spend the night on our shore, helping any new baby sea turtles that hatch.
I could call it a night and just demand Silas join us now.
But I’ve come this far…
“Hey.” Redix cups my cheek. “Where’d you go there for a second?”
I smile. “My memories with y’all. It’s a happy place.”
His other hand lingers up my thigh. “How else can we make you happy?” His fingers brush my panties. “And horny?”
It comes to me in a flash, something I’ve never seen between us. Yeah, it’s possible, and I wonder why it hasn’t happened yet.
“Is there a reason I’ve never seen Daniel top you?” I ask Redix, and all four fall quiet.
Daniel searches Redix’s eyes, asking the same question. Charlie and Cade do, too.
“I guess because Daniel’s always wanted to be our bottom,” Redix answers thoughtfully. “Honestly, the top does all the work, and I like taking care of him. So does Silas.”
“But you bottom for Silas sometimes.”
“Yeah.” Redix isn’t mad. He’s sitting beside me, pondering the issue when maybe there isn’t one. “Silas was my true first, and he’s been the only one.”
“So, is that it? You’ll only bottom for Silas?”
“No. He’s asked me the same thing. He said he’d like it. He wants to watch Daniel top me, too.”
I lower my voice. “Is he watching us right now?”
Redix smirks.
Yes, Silas is watching us.
So is an elusive mafia lawyer. And a haunting, horny haint.
We should’ve popped popcorn.
“Is it what you want?” I reach for Redix’s hand. We share a similar past. “I mean, I’d understand if—”
“Maybe I should have the balls to ask him myself,” Daniel’s voice lulls, hesitant and husky. “I’ve always wanted to.”
Redix turns to him, softly shocked. “So, why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to pressure you. I mean, with your scars, I’d never—”
“You wouldn’t be pressuring me. I love you.”
“Then you want me to fu—”
“Yeah, I want you to. I just didn’t know you wanted to.”
“Of course I do.”
“Can I just point out,” Charlie eases, “that this is why we tell you guys to talk more?”
Redix shrugs. “We talk all the time.”
“You talk about scripts,” Cade says. “You talk about football. Soccer. Whatever. You talk about calf raises and leg day when you clearly need to talk about feelings and other body parts, too.”
“If we’re all gonna live together,” I add, “we need to be always talking.”
Daniel cuts a look at Redix, both flaring their nostrils, trying not to laugh.
“What?” I ask. “What did I say?”
Daniel snorts. He can’t hold it back, but he sure tries.
“What? What’s so funny?”
Cade rolls her eyes. “I think they’d rather get root canals than be surrounded by us three, always talking.”
Redix bursts, laughing. “Hell, a root canal would be the only thing keeping y’all from yapping all damn day.”
“Shut up.” I slap his leg. “You love it, and you know it. And besides, by me making you two talk, Daniel finally gets to fuck your ass.”
“Why, yes, our dirty little princess. Thanks to you, he does.”
Redix looks at Daniel.
Silence fills the air as their stares get heavy … and hungry.
“Fuck me,” Daniel mutters, clenching his jaw. “Goddamn, I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.” He slowly strokes his cock, telling Redix, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His cock juts, needing Redix, needing someone, so Charlie reaches, making him moan as she strokes it for him.
“How do you like it?” I ask Redix. His length surges hard for it, too.
“I want to ride him.” Redix stares at Daniel but answers me, “I want him to watch how much I love it, how much I love him.”
“What do you want us to do?” Cade asks.
“We have to complete the ritual,” Charlie reminds us, pumping Daniel’s shaft. “The men have to plant their seed inside us.”
I giggle, “We’re not aliens tonight.”
“No,” she answers, “but it’s good luck. It’s what we want to do for you, like the others did. It’s like a blessing.”
“Do we have condoms?” Daniel gruffs, watching Charlie’s handiwork. “And wipes?”
“Yeah.” Cade rummages through the basket, plucking a condom from the bottom. “It looks like the Van de Mays have been going from butt to beaver.”
I raise my hand. “Nothing says Happy Friday like a double hole punch.”
Charlie stops stroking Daniel. “But can you last long enough?”
He scoffs, “Bloody right, I can last. I’ve had a lot of practice of late. I can last all night.”
“Not all night,” I warn. “I’ve been waiting forever for Silas, so no dick-dallying. Let’s do this.”
Redix grins as he stands, waiting for Daniel’s next move.
Daniel proudly rises beside him, grabbing his neck, fully taking Redix in a kiss that makes their cocks swell, rubbing together.
But it’s how they moan over their tongues. It’s passionate. It’s loving. It’s complete. It conjures the deep connection that binds us.
And … it makes Charlie hand me the gold quartz dildo while she takes a realistic one for herself, and Cade plays with the tentacle in her hand because this is so hot, too.
My women lie beside me, propped on pillows against the headboard. Somewhere, I can sense Silas watching us, loving us. Loving it as we play with our pussies, watching Daniel prep Redix.
He bends him over the bed, his hands braced on the mattress, as Daniel kneels behind him. Caressing his buttocks, Daniel gently kisses Redix’s scars. It makes Cade gasp back tender tears at the sounds of trust and desire graveling through Redix’s moans.
But when Daniel starts tonguing him and moaning into his cheeks, his fingers teasing him, too, Redix groans even louder, the swollen tip of his cock dripping on the bed.
Their arousal makes us moan, enraptured by the sight. There’s so much pent-up desire between them. It looks like Daniel’s tongue and fingers are driving Redix insane.
“Goddamn, Daniel.” Redix groans. “Damn, I want you. God, fuck me now.”
With his hand still on Redix, gliding over his flesh, Daniel lies across the foot of the bed. It’s like he doesn’t want to break their connection. It’s like the one I’ve seen for years between Redix and Silas. Their bond is beautiful. But now, I don’t know whether to come or cry at these men sharing it, too.
Daniel grabs the condom on the fur blanket, then Redix helps him roll it on before taking the lube and glossing his shaft.
Greedily, Redix straddles Daniel, reaching behind to guide him in, but, “Come here,” Daniel pulls him down. He fists his long hair and kisses Redix, huffing over their lips, “Go slow. Take your time. I want it to feel so good for you.”
“If it’s you or Silas,” Redix nips his lip, “it’ll always feel so damn good.”
Then, he rises, reaching behind him, his eyes locked on Daniel’s as Redix slowly wedges him inside.
The strain across his shredded, shaking quads reveals the stretch Redix takes from Daniel. The penetration. The pressure. The burn before the pleasure. We’ve all felt it as Redix hungrily sinks down on him, making Daniel bow his back with a sudden groan, “Oh fuck yes, take my cock.”
He starts riding Daniel. It makes his dick screaming hard for him. “Yeah,” Redix mirrors Daniel’s lust. “Fuck yeah, I’m taking your cock.”
Daniel won’t stop groaning and grabbing Redix’s flexing pecs. So Redix grabs his, too, hanging on to Daniel’s trapped stare, his lips parted in awe. It beckons Redix. He leans forward, taking Daniel’s kiss, riding him as their groans of lust echo through the woods, rousing any creature with a heartbeat because mine is pounding.
I’ve always wanted this. I’ve always wanted every union between the six of us, and now we have it.
I know Silas is watching. This is the night he divined, and he’s loving this.
Months ago, Silas told me this was his wish. He wanted Redix to trust Daniel fully. He needed Daniel to love Redix as much as he does.
For all of us to love each other—it’s all Silas has ever wanted.
And now it’s like he’s the Marquis, the new ruler of this island. This is Silas’s love ritual, whether watching like a spirit or here with us.
You can feel his spell in the air as Daniel starts stroking Redix, making him shake.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” Daniel marvels, his thumb smearing beads of cum over Redix’s tip. “Damn, your cock is so fucking hard, loving mine fucking your arse.”
“Harder,” Redix orders him. “Do it harder.” So Daniel lets go and hammers his hips, pounding inside him, making Redix’s length bounce. He howls, his cock leaking, “Oh, fuck. Cade! Cade!”
She crawls across the bed, straddling Daniel, too. Bracing herself against Daniel’s chest, she opens for Redix, sliding back on his curving length as he guides it inside her.
“Oh fuck!” Redix roars, grabbing her hips. “Oh fuck, he’s gonna make me come so fucking hard inside you.”
Daniel groans. He’s fighting it. It’s not easy with Cade’s luscious breasts tempting above him, so he reaches for one, pinching her nipple. It makes Charlie, beside me, moan, but Cade moans louder.
Ruthlessly, she grinds back on Redix, circling her hips. She’s seeking her end and his. He reaches around for her clit, rattling it, and she gasps, shuddering with an orgasm.
“Do it, too,” Daniel growls, thrusting inside Redix. “Come inside her. Come with my cock fucking your tight arse.”
With proud grunts, Redix obeys. He comes hard, with every muscle tensed, his stare trapped on the forest. It’s like he’s staring at Silas while Daniel makes him come inside Cade.
Redix grabs her neck, pulling her lips to his, kissing her as every muscle on his frame quivers, softening with release.
“Fuck, babe,” Daniel begs. “Fuck, I need Charlie.”
Cade and Redix roll off him while Charlie responds.
Daniel snaps off the condom, taking the wipe Charlie hands him. Quickly, he preps for her while Redix moves to lie beside me, pulling Cade into his arms and keeping me warm.
I assumed Charlie would ride Daniel and finish him off, but she gets on all fours, facing us, and it rouses him.
Daniel climbs to stand at the edge of the bed. Grabbing her shoulders, he sinks inside her while she moans with her eyes on us, watching her get fucked. Brutally and ruthlessly, Daniel does it.
He does it how Charlie loves it because she’s strong … but he’s stronger. He makes her cry out with each smacking thrust of his powerful hips.
“So. Fucking. Wet,” he growls. Leaning over, he grabs her throat, taunting her ear, “Such a naughty girl. You got wet watching your husband fuck another man’s arse, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Do you love it when I fuck your naughty arse, too?”
“Yes, sir,” she huffs, her breasts jolting at his force. “Yes, please. Fuck me.”
Like a devilish rabbit, Daniel sneers, pushing his fingers over Charlie’s lips. She obeys, sucking them before he plunges them in her ass, making her moan while his other hand squeezes her throat tighter, her eyes framed by a gold bunny mask, rolling back in lust.
“That’s it, naughty girl,” he taunts. “Fucking take it in the arse and pussy. Fucking squirt on me. Squirt this sweet, wet cunt all over my cock. Come on. Do it. Do it, Charlie.” He hammers harder, flesh slapping against flesh. “Show them who this pussy belongs to. Say it!”
“Daniel,” she cries before a scream grabs her throat. Violently, she shakes, her watery cum streaming down her thighs and wetting his.
“Aaaa, fuck, babe.” He bites her back, just enough to make her gasp while he grunts, spilling inside her, his breath labored and loving her.
“Fuck,” Redix sighs. “Fuck, Eily, if you aren’t ready for your man by now, I don’t know what will do it.”
“Yes,” I sigh. “Yes, I’m ready for him.”
I’m almost in tears, and I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s because I can’t take anymore. I’m brimming, my edges overflowing from their love, but I feel so empty, needing mine, too.
I need Silas.
“Please,” I beg. “Please get him here. Now.”
Quietly, almost reverently, they prepare me.
Daniel and Redix bind me again.
Gently, Daniel kisses my cheek. “You look so beautiful for him,” he praises. Redix does the same. Then, he thoughtfully stacks the bracelets on my wrist as he whispers, “Eily Van de May, we love you, our princess.”
