Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 6
“Good! Good!” Beau’s such an athlete. He coaches Daniel, too. “Way to execute! Now, with your mouth, almost kiss him while you shove that purple cock into Luke’s mouth. Then, with his cock, he’ll shove that fat pink one or that long, lime green cock in yours, but you gotta open big for it. Don’t like drown, but keep open for it so he can shove a cock in.”
Do you hear this?
I’m gonna piss my chaps, I’m laughing so hard.
“Then together,” Beau’s too focused on winning, “your cocks can shove that blue swirly one in my mouth.” And we’re too busy laughing. “That’s it, Luke. Take the purple cock. You got it. Good! Now, Daniel, take it. Open your mouth. Take the pink cock. Good! Luke, shove it! Shove it in his mouth! Harder. He’s almost got it.” He tells them, “Good! Good! Now, shove a cock in my mouth while you bite your cocks hard so you don’t drop ‘em.”
“Again,” Redix is rolling, “that’s not what he said.”
Ford adds with his deep gruff, “Actually, I like a little teeth.”
“Duly noted,” Luca teases, and I almost can’t keep track of everyone.
Of who lusts for who. Of who loves who. Of who belongs to who. Of who’s allowed to play with who and how much.
I’m sure, over the week, I will.
It already feels like there was never any ice to break, only donuts and dildos to eat.
Finally, all three men lift their heads, hair dripping, faces streaming wet with dildos proudly clenched in their grinning teeth.
“Say ‘dildos’!” Eily snaps the pic.
While the laughter won’t stop, we refresh again. Some go to the honeywagon; some go for drinks. Charlie helps me clear the basin away. Then, Silas helps me cover the floor with dry fuck sheets.
“What’s next?” he wonders.
But all I share is, “Everyone, grab a drink and relax. All play this round.”
Once settled in the pentagon again, I randomly pass out black envelopes, each embossed with a gold number, one through seventeen.
“Colton,” I wave an envelope at the phone Beau’s holding again, “I’m saving this one for you.”
“Deal,” he says. “I’ll be there in forty-eight hours.”
I sit beside Redix and explain, “This is a game of Intimate Treats. You’ve each been given one and a person, a number, to share it with.
“But,” I pause for clarity, “this is optional, and that’s our rule all week. We always talk. We always ask for consent, and we can always change our minds. So no obligation. Only fun. Okay?”
All nod.
“I’m number one.” Mateo waves his envelope. “I guess I’ll go first.” He rips it open, reading aloud, “Moon number fifteen.”
“That’s me,” I answer. “And please do.”
Mateo smirks, approaching, eyeing me beside Redix, and no one can miss how hot Mateo is.
Black hair to his shoulders. Deep brown eyes. Light brown skin smeared in silver paint over his sculpted pecs and arms covered in striking black ink.
“Dayum,” Redix, with his arm draped over my shoulder, admires Mateo as he turns around.
Aiming his impressive backside our way, with a zip and a tug, Mateo pulls his silver shorts down, arching a bit, letting us appreciate the sight.
“Damn,” I mutter, lusting as Redix does for him.
Then Mateo thrills us.
Dropping his shorts to his ankles, he kicks them away. Covered in silver, his ass is nude, and when he turns around, oh, my towering Tin Man.
The Tin Man wanted a heart in the story, but ours needs a defibrillator. They’re pounding because Mateo’s got the longest cock I’ve ever seen. And if you saw Redix’s, you’d be like, damn, too.
Redix licks his lips at it. “Goddamn.” It’s the word of the night. He won’t stop praising Mateo, who’s half-hard as he returns, sitting with Stacey, Ford, and Luke.
That’s the perfect start to our game.
“I’m next.” Nick announces before reading his card, “Take off three pieces of clothing for number seven.”
Hell, three pieces are all Nick is wearing.
“That’s me,” Ford rumbles. “Ready to receive packages.”
But Nick looks at Zar first, and Zar nods, smiling like he’s fine with them being a little open tonight.
So, Nick stands before Ford, stripping for him, unveiling his trained physique before snapping off his jockstrap. Then proudly, Nick strokes himself for a minute. “Special delivery,” he taunts Ford, Ford’s husbands, and his wife.
All enjoy Nick’s delivery, and I chew my lip.
That’s two men nude so far.
Then Eily draws Luca.
“Mimic your favorite sex position for three minutes,” she shares her treat, and Luca nods, consenting.
“Get ready for the ride of your life,” Silas chuckles, admiring how his tiny wife, Eily, fearlessly hikes up her wench’s skirt.
Eagerly, she climbs on Luca, confidently straddling him on the sofa.
With Luca’s toga so short, he’s got to feel Eily’s slick enthusiasm grinding over him. I know she’s not wearing panties. She thinks they should be banned, but Luca doesn’t touch her.
It’s like he’s holding back, so Scarlett climbs behind Eily.
Together, they mimic riding Luca. They give him a dual lap dance as Scarlett tugs Eily’s top down, exposing her pert breasts, and teasing Eily’s nipples for Luca’s smoldering gaze.
“She’s a dirty little girl.” Scarlett taunts her husband. “She’s so aroused for you, isn’t she?” She tugs Eily’s nipples. “Maybe we should share her?”
“Yes, share me,” Eily begs, making Luca lick his lips.
It’s hot watching Luca, the powerful Dom, submit to two women. When they climb off, giggling, Luca’s toga is lifted, his meaty cock exposed, soaring hard, his eyes aflame with lust.
The sight of Luca’s arousal makes Daniel clear his throat.
Then Charlie takes her turn. “Let number eleven play with your nipples.”
“Who’s number eleven?” Luke asks, exchanging a hungry look with Charlie.
Oh, Luke is interested in her. I guess it’s a military thing.
But is Luke free to play?
I glance at Stacey, Luke’s wife. She grins like she wants him to enjoy his time with us.
“Me,” Blair answers. “I’m eleven.”
“Hell, yes.” We hear Colton on the phone.
But Blair turns, asking Beau, “Are you okay with it, too?”
This is new for them, you can tell. Beau’s smile is thrilled, but the way he narrows his gaze is unsure.
“Dude, let her,” Colton urges from their video call. “We’re all bi, and you and I have each other, so our woman should have this, too.”
They negotiate like we do. They talk it out. That’s real love. You can tell they share it.
Slowly, Beau pushes his thumb over Blair’s plump lips, demanding her suck while he asks, “Is that what our dirty girl wants? You want us to watch you with women this week?”
Eagerly, Blair nods, sucking his thumb before she lifts away, suggesting, “I think you and Colt should play a little, too. Not all the way. I know you don’t want that. But these are our people. Finally, we’re safe here. We belong here. We can explore with them.”
“I agree,” Colton says. “We know the lines we won’t cross, so have fun tonight. I certainly will when I get there.”
For sure, every heart in the room, like mine, understands the feeling of finding kindred spirits. Of finding people you’re more than safe with; you’re free.
And the beauty is … that’s when your life really begins.
“Okay,” Beau agrees, holding the phone and letting Colton watch. “Show us, kitten,” he tells Blair. “Show us how you love playing with pussies, too.”
Charlie rises in her sexy cop dress, dragging her zipper down to her belly button while she stalks Blair’s way. Tugging her dress aside, she exposes herself, so Blair stands, greeting her, tugging her Wonder Woman bustier down, too.
“Dear god,” Zar drags his hand down his face, sighing, praying, “I know it ain’t Thanksgiving yet, but thank you for this breast fest.”
I chuckle, letting my gaze admire Zar a little longer than the others. I like him. He refuses to be imprisoned by expectations, and it’s attractive. Intriguing.
Blair and Charlie stand in front of Beau with Colton on the phone, letting all watch as Blair teases Charlie’s nipples, slowly circling them before palming their lush weight, making Charlie moan.
“My sexy wife is very naughty,” Daniel taunts them. “Charlie likes her nipples sucked hard. And bite them, too. It gets her wet.”
“So fucking wet,” Eily sighs. “Charlie’s the goddess of the gush.”
Licking her lips, Blair goes for it. She heeds Daniel’s tease, craning her neck, lowering her mouth to suck, then bite Charlie’s nipple.
Charlie gasps, cupping her there, hard and fisting Blair’s raven strands. Both women moan, writhing together, before Blair lavishes Charlie’s other breast with the same attention.
“Fuck,” Beau growls. “Fuck this is hot.”
“Told you,” Colton says. “Am I the only one jerking off to this?”
“No,” Daniel answers, and I glance right.
Daniel’s unzipped his cop pants. He’s stroking his thick shaft, and when I glance back, I catch how Beau is more than a fan of Daniel’s.
He’s aroused by him, too.
Under his costume, Beau surges hard. He’s sharing his hero’s arousal for how his fiancée, Blair, and Daniel’s wife, Charlie, clearly want each other.
“Who’s turn is it?” Impatiently, Eily sighs, “Or can we all just start fucking now?”
Silas laughs. “Time. That was three minutes.”
“Bullshit,” Redix replies. “That was a good five minutes. But yeah, it’s my turn now.”
Gently, Charlie kisses Blair before returning, tits out, to her seat beside Daniel.
I grin.
My game is working.
Charlie’s flushed and smiling like Blair while Redix reads aloud, “Time for Penis Play. Act like pirates swinging big swords with number ten.”
Silas whips his sexy grin at me. “Cade! You set this up! I’m number ten.”
“No, I didn’t,” I scoff. “How could I? It was random. I didn’t know you’d be a pirate tonight.”
“Really?” Eily’s skeptical and right.
“Okay, fine,” I admit. “Of course, Silas is the ultimate pirate. But I didn’t know Redix would draw his card.”
“Well, then,” Redix stands, “prepare for plundering.”
Silas rises with him.
And when they do…
They’re almost too beautiful together.
Tall, tan, shredded with muscles, and long, tawny hair, some mistake them for brothers, but clearly, they’re not.
Silas saved Redix in ways I couldn’t. He gave him back his innocence. And Redix taught Silas how to love, how to sacrifice everything like Redix did for me.
That’s how Silas found Eily, too.
That’s the past and love we share. The happiness, too.
“I’ll swing my big sword,” Redix unsnaps his leather jockstrap, coaxing Silas, “if you swing yours.”
Silas, in his pirate pants, tugs them down his thighs, his incredible cock, indeed, stabbing like a steely sword, wanting a public duel with Redix.
“Ahoy, my matey,” Silas taunts Redix back, but then it’s passionate, how they reach for each other, how their breath changes.
Fisting their hard cocks, they rub them together, tip against tip, then shaft to shaft. It makes Redix grab Silas’s hair, kissing him like he’ll never stop.
I glance around.
It’s like Game of Horny Thrones.
Swords rise everywhere. Unsheathed in fists.
Zar and Nick wield theirs. Beau, Daniel, Luca, and Stacey’s husbands are stabbing, too.
Everyone’s aroused. It fogs the room like the sandalwood-scented mist, music coaxingly pumping in the background.
If I give them more time, Redix and Silas will come. It’s obvious by their hungry thrusts and grunts.
“Can we please fuck now?” Eily begs me.
“No,” gently, I chide. “All get to play, but no one fucks.”
“What?” Stacey’s on Eily’s side. “We’re at an erotic Halloween week hosted by The Six, and no one’s fucking?”
That makes Redix and Silas stop, lips to lips, tip to tip.
They turn to me, surprised, too. But I give them a look, a tender one they can read, and they sit down, cocks hard, but understanding.
“Not tonight,” I clarify. I feel responsible. I care for these people. “Let’s keep getting comfortable together and make sure we know our limits, too. Just tonight. No fucking. Not even spouses or partners. It’ll be hotter that way.”
“Cade’s right,” Luca declares. “Waiting makes it better.”
“Says our Pleasure Dom,” Scarlett adds, rubbing Luca’s thigh. “You get off on it, but some of us have waited a year for this party.”
I blow a kiss at Scarlett. “I’ve waited a year, too, so one more night won’t hurt. I promise.”
“Speak for yourself.” Ford fists his hefty cock. His hooded stare lingers from me to Daniel, who’s still fisting his cock, too.
Damn, Daniel has stamina. He’s been hard forever.
“Some of us need relief,” Ford demands.
“Okay,” I reply. “We’ll finish our game, then get off solo.”
“Like a circle jerk?” Luke reveals, “I’ve done a few in the Army. It’s fucking hot. All of us getting off and coming together and—”
“No,” but Charlie interrupts. Nervously, she glances at Daniel, then at me. “Not all of us,” she insists. “Some are still new. Some may have boundaries. Just one of us comes for all.”
“Just Cade!” Eily jumps on Charlie’s bandwagon. “Just Cade, our horny hostess. She’s earned it tonight. Right, y’all?”
Eily gets all to agree, especially me.
So Scarlett goes next. She takes her turn for three minutes, massaging the ass of number thirteen, Stacey. It’s obvious when Scarlett plays under Stacey’s gingham dress that she massages her clit, too. She almost makes Stacey come, but they don’t break the rule.
But then Beau takes his turn. And though it seems like it, I didn’t set this up.
“For three minutes,” Beau reads his card aloud, “massage the crotch, over the clothes, of number nine.”
“That’s me,” Daniel practically groans, still stroking and hard. He consents.
But Beau turns his phone, asking Colton, “Is this what you mean by us playing?”
“Yeah.” Colton sounds gruff. He sounds aroused. “Do it if you want, and let me watch you.”
Charlie moves over on their sofa, letting Beau recline beside Daniel.
But Daniel’s cock is already exposed. It’s not under his clothes. And though Daniel looks like he’s burning with lust, his muscles glistening with sweat and tense with need, he won’t force a situation.
He’ll honor Beau and Colton’s boundary.
Daniel huffs, asking Beau, “Should I zip up?”
“No,” but Colton answers. He must feel so aroused, yet needing control, watching us from his phone. “Can you massage Beau instead?” Colton asks Daniel. “Over his Superman costume? Fuck, it’s kinda funny, yet kinky.”
All smile, agreeing, but it’s up to Beau.
There’s something about Colton, Beau’s obvious and only male love, watching him, permitting him. So, Beau nods.
He’s already hard, his cock swollen under his blue costume.
But once Daniel reaches over, cupping Beau’s girth, slowly massaging his rigid shaft, covered by blue spandex, Beau groans. His back bows, thrusting his hard cock into Daniel’s grasp while he stares at Colton on the phone, then at Blair, across from him on a sofa.
Blair’s aroused.
She’s breaking the rules, covertly fingering herself under her blue skirt, but it’s obvious Colton’s getting off to this. For those who can’t see him on Beau’s phone screen, we can hear him.
“Fuck yes,” Colton growls. “Stroke him off,” he tells Daniel. “Feel how hard he is. He’s always been hot for you. We both have.”
Daniel’s hard, too. Not at the praise of fans, but for Beau.
Who wouldn’t be?
We all know what Beau did. He’s an incredible man. He’s beyond hot, with his thighs shaking. He’s going to come in Daniel’s grasp if Silas, the timer, doesn’t stop them, and Silas won’t.
We want this for Beau.
We want this for Colton, too.
They’re the newest men, with their woman, in our group, and it’s what they want. Just a bit of kink and play without breaking any promises.
They need it like we do—the safety, the freedom we rarely get off this island.
“Fuck yes,” Beau groans at Daniel’s efforts. At Daniel’s mammoth hand, his palm, expertly pressing, rubbing down, and lavishing Beau’s tip, too.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Beau grunts.
“Come, baby,” Colton urges Beau. “Come in Daniel’s hand. Look at how hard he is, how fucking big he is stroking your thick cock.”
It’s true.
Daniel is swollen.
You can see his veins pulsing to come like his cock is aching to do it, but he won’t. He’s focused on Beau. He’s watching his hand give Beau the release he needs.
“Come on,” Daniel urges Beau. “You know you love this. You love a man fisting your thick cock.” His accent alone does it. “Come on. Cream in my hand. Show us how you love it.”
Beau can’t speak.
Instead, a growl crawls up his straining throat, his chin tossing up, his lips parting. He grunts, his body jolting while Daniel squeezes his shaft, making Beau’s milky cum spill inside his suit.
Daniel’s an actor. He knows the power of his glare. He keeps milking Beau’s cock, “Give me more,” he demands while staring at Colton on the phone screen.
When Daniel makes Beau grunt, spurting again in his fist, it ends Colton.
“Oh fuck, babe,” Colt huffs. “Oh fuck, yes, babe, I’m coming, too.”
We all want to. We all need to.
