The Arrangement - A Reverse Harem Romance, page 8
All of them…
Burke was still kissing my neck, chewing my shoulder. He had one arm wrapped firmly around my waist, two fingers slipping downward and into my wetness as he guided me forward, walking me to the edge of the roof.
Then he bent me over… and I felt the warmth and heat of his sex against mine.
It felt amazing as he entered me, all thick and full and hard. My skirt was hiked up around my waist now. His palms were warm on my ass, contrasting wonderfully with the cool rush of nighttime air on my exposed legs and thighs.
“Jesus, Kayleen…”
His moan trailed off somewhere behind me as he began pumping away. Right away I could tell he was experienced. He had excitement and rhythm. Speed and depth, as well as total control. My pussy was screaming with relief. Thankful for every second he was still inside me, for every stroke he delivered into me from behind.
Fuckkkkk…
Our whole union was beautiful, in every aspect of the word. The midnight silence. The desert air. The moonlit mountains way off in the distance, bouncing gently in my vision as I was drilled from behind.
God damn, this is—
It was amazing. Wholly and completely amazing. I stared dreamily outward over the landscape, dropping my face against my arms. The cold cement banister didn’t even register. All I could feel was warmth, strength, pleasure…
It’s like a dream.
Burke’s hands slid forward, finding their way beneath my shirt. They traveled upward now, cupping my breasts in his hands. Handling them just roughly enough to pull my body back against his. Crushing his hard abdomen over and over against my soft, rounded ass.
The best fucking dream ever.
He was so deep! So achingly, tortuously deep in my pussy. Every stroke clapped our bodies feverishly together, merging us as one. He was pounding me faster now. Thrusting all the way into me, as I began using the railing to shove back against him.
Ohhhh…
Burke’s fingers began to play, rolling my nipples until I wanted to scream. He was impaling my pussy frantically now. Jackhammering into me with this crazy, wanton need that I could tell came with not having done this in way too fucking long.
“I… I…”
I was talking without thinking. Trying to speak, yet I didn’t even know what to say. I only knew I wanted to say something. Maybe even tell him I was getting close to the edge.
“Oh my God…”
The rush of my original arousal was a tidal wave now, threatening to sweep over me. Anything he did would cause it to break. He could fill me right now, and it would trigger my orgasm. The very first twitch or throb would send me right into orbit…
“God, baby… I…”
His hands moved even higher, and now they they were buried in my hair. Burke rolled his knuckles, his grip going tight. My back arched. My chin tilted upward, toward the sky…
“FUUUUCK!”
In the end he exploded like a bomb, erupting inside me. Finishing. Completing. Shattering the silence with a grunt and a cry.
SO. FUCKING. GOOD!
Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was coming all over him. Squeezing his cock with my pussy, which spasmed wildly as I screwing down around it. In the meantime he kept pulling my hair. It hurt and felt wonderful, all at the same time.
“Don’t stop!”
The words could’ve come from either of us, but they happened to come from me. I practically begged him to keep going. Needed him to know he could split me in two if he had to, just as long as he kept giving me his come.
He rode me like a mare, using my hair as the reins. Even as we slowed down, he didn’t let go. He held me through every last pulse, every throb. Every roll of his hips or thrust of my ass, or wet, dripping, post-orgasmic grind.
“Now you’re my girlfriend,” he growled finally, pulling his cheek against mine. His voice sounded wholly different. Cold and commanding, but in the hottest possible way.
Finally he released my hair and I was able to glance downward.
I was still up on the balls of my feet. My whole body was shaking, but my legs were trembling violently.
And now my lover’s warm come was seeping down the insides of my thighs.
H—Holy shit.
My pussy thrummed with both numbness and pleasure. The intensity of the moment was shocking.
“Sorry,” he stammered, backing away like he’d committed a crime. “I… kinda got lost there for a—”
“Don’t be.”
I turned swiftly and kissed him, cradling his face in my hands. The moment was sweet. For a few shining seconds, all that existed was the connection between us.
“It’s totally okay.”
Burke’s eyes softened. They were full of understanding now. He stared back into mine, and I let both sides of my mouth curl into a grin.
“Actually,” I said, letting out a long sigh of gratification. “That was more than okay.”
Twenty
KAYLEEN
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Marcy sat across from me, pushing a pair of french fries through a whole sea of ketchup. She was looking down into my phone. Scrolling through my photos with the causal, no-nonsense informality only reserved for the best of friends.
“And these are your roommates.”
“Yes.”
“All three of them.”
“Yes.”
I felt a little ashamed at our disconnect; we usually met once or twice a week for lunch or coffee. In this case I hadn’t seen her for about a month, maybe even a little more.
And she knew nothing about my new life… only that I’d moved.
“Kayleen, they’re gorgeous!”
I sipped nervously at my chocolate malt, while the rest of the diner swirled around us. It was a greasy little place, but they made great shakes and ice cream floats. Their onion rings weren’t bad either.
“Look at this guy,” she said, holding up a photo of Chase. “He’s perfect!”
“I know.”
“And this one here… the tall one. Oh my God, Kayleen.”
“Nathan.”
“He’s got no shirt on in any of these pics.”
I laughed. “He hardly wears one, actually. He surfs. Drives pretty far to reach his favorite beach, just about every morning.”
“And you live with them,” she said, scrolling some more. “All three. These guys, right here. In this fucking house…”
She was flipping through pics of the house now; of the kitchen, the gallery, the sunroom. Even some artsy-looking photos of the atrium, which I’d taken at cool upward angles to include the flawless blue sky.
“And you’re cooking for them?”
“I’ve been prepping for them for months now,” I explained. “But yes, now I’m in their live-in cook.”
“So they have money and muscles.”
I stirred at my malt, slowly nodding. “Sort of, yeah.”
The last few weeks had been nothing short of crazy. A whirlwind of adjustment, of settling in, and of getting into a good, solid routine.
And of course, jumping from bed to bed.
It had taken me this long to balance my outside work with my in-house duties, all while maintaining a day-by-day calendar of the guys’ writing schedules. I was a part-time cook and a full-time girlfriend. A small business owner, driving all over the valley, trying to make ends meet.
And of course, on top of all that I was a very happy girl.
Monday through Wednesday I hung out with Chase, Nathan, and Burke respectively. Saturday we all had off together, and usually did something fun. Sunday they all worked… which was sort of my day ‘off’ from everything. I got a lot of my own stuff done then, including odd jobs and errands.
Thursdays and Fridays though, were a little different. Burke kept himself glued to his keyboard, but Chase and Nathan had started taking half-days off. It was during those times they double-dated me… which was every bit as fun as it sounds.
“We’re good with switching dates by the way,” Chase had once told me.
“Or sharing dates,” Nathan had added with a wink.
The three of us were in the kitchen, where I was making them sandwiches at the time. The idea had sent my stomach on an instant roller-coaster ride.
“W—What about Burke?”
They two of them had looked at each other and shrugged. “He’ll come around,” they assured me. “He’s just a bit of a workaholic.”
I’d learned a lot about my three new boyfriends over the past month, the least of which were their working schedules. For one, I found out they’d each published stories before. Chase had won some sort of Young Writers of America award, and Nathan had put out a small series of mystery novellas that had gathered a cult following. Burke’s biggest achievement was a first prize in a ‘World-Building’ contest — creating some sort of dystopian future that had readers chomping at the bit for more. He was apparently in the middle of fleshing out his award-winning creation, when the three of them had decided to throw in together on a new trilogy.
“Why walk when you can run?” Nathan had grinned, as if it really were that simple.
Still, in his case it might actually be that simple. I found out it was Nathan’s father who was funding their little venture. He’d rented the villa out for them, and one of his closest friends was one of the chief editors of a high-level publishing house. They had a guaranteed in. A fully-approved book deal, all ready for editing, print, and distribution. Not to mention a killer marketing team as well.
“So you’re telling me you have three gorgeous new roommates…” Marcy was still shaking her head. I winced as she dumped even more ketchup on her mountain of fries. “And none of them have girlfriends.”
She slid the phone back to my side of the table almost reluctantly. I tried not to stare at it.
“Nope.”
My friend let out a dreamy sigh. “So which one do I get?”
My mouth opened. The straw dropped from my lips. “Pardon?”
“I mean, which one are you going to set me up with?”
None of them! My mind screamed.
“You can’t have them all, Kayleen,” she giggled. “That’s greedy.”
“I… I don’t. I’m not. I mean—”
“Well I assuming you’re screwing one of them, right?”
“I am not screwing one of them,” I said truthfully.
My friend glared back at me from across the table. I saw her eyes narrow. She was too smart for this.
“Say that again,” Marcy demanded. “More slowly this time.”
I opened my mouth again and then closed it. Hell, I just told her I’d moved in with three gorgeous single guys, then showed her a bunch of photos. What the hell did I expect her to do?
“Fine then, I’ll pick.” She tapped my phone with a fingernail. “Give me the tall one. I’m a sucker for a nice blond, anyway.”
“You can’t have Nathan.”
I was shocked at how quickly the words came out of my mouth. It was like someone else had said them.
Marcy shrugged. “Okay, set me up with the one with the goatee.”
“He works almost twenty-four seven,” I blurted, “and you need constant attention. It wouldn’t be a good fit.”
“The third one then,” my friend sighed. “He’s cute as fuck, Kayleen. And he reminds me of…”
Her words trailed off. She was looking at me intently now. Studying me. All of her sudden her entire face went wide with shock.
“HOLY SHIT!”
It seemed like everyone in the diner whirled around at once. I tried shushing her, tapping a finger repeatedly against my own lips.
“You’re with ALL of them!”
There was no shushing Marcy. Not now, not ever.
My hand shot out and grabbed her arm. I squeezed it until it hurt.
“OW!”
She pulled it back, rubbing the skin while wearing a wounded expression. The look on my face was pleading.
My friend took mercy on me. She lowered her voice as she leaned forward.
“You’re fucking all three of them?” she hissed.
I couldn’t bring myself to answer. It was all the answer she needed.
“Oh my God!” Her face was as much shock as it was admiration. “Kayleen!”
“I know, I know…” I said quickly. God, how do you even explain something like this?
“It’s… it’s just that it’s…”
“Don’t even tell me it’s complicated.”
“Well… yeah.” I swallowed hard. “It is.”
My friend fell backward into her seat, totally stunned. Her jaw hung open for a good, solid minute.
“Coffees,” she said, calling for the waitress. “Two, please.”
The waitress hadn’t finished nodding when Marcy was already nudging me. The look in her eyes was deadly serious.
“Alright,” she demanded firmly. “Neither one goes anywhere until you’ve told me everything…”
Twenty-One
KAYLEEN
“Do you want it?”
Nathan’s fingers combed gently through my hair, pinning it back over my ear as I went down on him. I did it slowly. Leisurely. Dragging my wet lips up and down the sides of his shaft before taking him all the way down my throat again.
“You’re gonna have to tell me if you want it.”
His beautiful surfer’s frame lay stretched out across his bed. I was on my belly, nestled between his legs. My view upward was all muscles and abs… and those steel blue eyes, gazing down at me longingly.
I still hadn’t answered him. I was too focused on giving him pleasure, the way he’d just done to me. I wanted to bring him off in my mouth. To feel his cock throbbing powerfully, shooting off somewhere deep in my throat.
But he was right. I also wanted it.
“I want it,” I murmured, licking upward. My gaze locked on his. My tongue swirled in the sensitive spot, beneath his glans.
“You sure?”
I nodded dutifully. Just the thought of what I was asking for sent an all new flood between my legs.
“Okay then,” he said, reaching onto his nighttable. Nathan grabbed his phone and handed it down to me. “Do it.”
I reached out and ran the fingers of both hands down his hard, rippled stomach. My nails scratched tiny white lines temporarily across the surface of his deeply tanned skin.
Then I took the phone, punched up a one-word message, and hit the SEND button:
Come.
Nathan groaned as I dropped the phone on the bed and went back to sucking his cock. My stomach was doing flip-flops. There was a knot of anticipation there now, just as there had been the last few times we’d done this.
The door to the bedroom opened behind me, less than a minute later. I didn’t have to look back to know Chase was there, closing it silently behind him.
You’re getting spoiled, Kayleen.
Shit yeah I was. But as far as I was concerned, this was one of the fringe benefits of having a four-way relationship. That if I was going to be responsible for pleasing three boyfriends… they were also responsible for pleasing me.
Sometimes simultaneously.
“God that looks good,” I heard Chase say, as he approached the bed.
Two new hands smoothed over my ass now, gliding up to my hips and then back again. My whole body shivered as they slid up the insides of my thighs, testing my wetness. Three fingers cupped me, feeling the heat that was already there.
“Damn, bro. She’s sopping wet.”
Nathan nodded vaguely from where I was still deepthroating his cock. His only response was to pin my hair back again, and push deeper into my mouth. In the meantime, Chase already had two fingers deep in my pussy. He dragged them slowly in and out, following my inner curve. Curling them into the one spot that drove me absolutely wild, until I was moaning and panting around his friend’s warm, throbbing shaft.
“Whatever you’re doing to her,” Nathan moaned from the pillow, “keep doing it.”
I arched my back as Chase continued finger-fucking me, sawing those amazingly thick fingers back and forth while thumbing my clit. I gasped out loud when I felt his lips on my bottom, where he began planting slow, wet kisses all over both sides of my ass.
Then he dove deeper, and my breath caught in my throat.
Oh God…
Chase’s mouth dropped lower as he grew more daring. Soon he was kissing his way through my wetness… using his fingers to spread me open so he could dive deeper inside me with his lips and tongue. He was eating me ravenously from behind. Using his hands to spread my asscheeks open, to get his tongue as far inside me as he possibly could.
With Nathan still in my mouth, all I could do was whimper and moan.
Then, before I knew what was happening…
… he dragged his tongue upward, straight past my pussy and all the way up the crack of my ass.
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
A shockwave of total, undiluted pleasure rocketed upward, into my brain. Chase was spreading me even further open. Licking and poking my tight little asshole with the tip of his hot, wet tongue.
“Oh my GOD…”
I’d stopped sucking Nathan entirely. I gripped his long cock with both hands, holding it against my face as I screwed my eyes shut and concentrated on this all-new, totally exquisite pleasure… unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“Oh fuck, oh… oh… fuck….”
I didn’t know what to say. There just weren’t words. Chase was rimming my asshole, sliding his warm tongue all over the surface while still sawing three thick fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.
HOLY FUCK.
It was so, so dirty. Filthy yet warm and wonderful, all at the same time.
He’s eating your ass, Kayleen…
I gasped sharply as he probed me deeper. I could feel my legs trembling. My whole body quivering with want and need and lust and desire.
He’s putting his tongue against your—
My sudden orgasm all but crushed me, erupting straight from my core. It came from out of nowhere, crashing over me in wave after wave of pleasure so pure, so intense, it struck me temporarily blind.
Burke was still kissing my neck, chewing my shoulder. He had one arm wrapped firmly around my waist, two fingers slipping downward and into my wetness as he guided me forward, walking me to the edge of the roof.
Then he bent me over… and I felt the warmth and heat of his sex against mine.
It felt amazing as he entered me, all thick and full and hard. My skirt was hiked up around my waist now. His palms were warm on my ass, contrasting wonderfully with the cool rush of nighttime air on my exposed legs and thighs.
“Jesus, Kayleen…”
His moan trailed off somewhere behind me as he began pumping away. Right away I could tell he was experienced. He had excitement and rhythm. Speed and depth, as well as total control. My pussy was screaming with relief. Thankful for every second he was still inside me, for every stroke he delivered into me from behind.
Fuckkkkk…
Our whole union was beautiful, in every aspect of the word. The midnight silence. The desert air. The moonlit mountains way off in the distance, bouncing gently in my vision as I was drilled from behind.
God damn, this is—
It was amazing. Wholly and completely amazing. I stared dreamily outward over the landscape, dropping my face against my arms. The cold cement banister didn’t even register. All I could feel was warmth, strength, pleasure…
It’s like a dream.
Burke’s hands slid forward, finding their way beneath my shirt. They traveled upward now, cupping my breasts in his hands. Handling them just roughly enough to pull my body back against his. Crushing his hard abdomen over and over against my soft, rounded ass.
The best fucking dream ever.
He was so deep! So achingly, tortuously deep in my pussy. Every stroke clapped our bodies feverishly together, merging us as one. He was pounding me faster now. Thrusting all the way into me, as I began using the railing to shove back against him.
Ohhhh…
Burke’s fingers began to play, rolling my nipples until I wanted to scream. He was impaling my pussy frantically now. Jackhammering into me with this crazy, wanton need that I could tell came with not having done this in way too fucking long.
“I… I…”
I was talking without thinking. Trying to speak, yet I didn’t even know what to say. I only knew I wanted to say something. Maybe even tell him I was getting close to the edge.
“Oh my God…”
The rush of my original arousal was a tidal wave now, threatening to sweep over me. Anything he did would cause it to break. He could fill me right now, and it would trigger my orgasm. The very first twitch or throb would send me right into orbit…
“God, baby… I…”
His hands moved even higher, and now they they were buried in my hair. Burke rolled his knuckles, his grip going tight. My back arched. My chin tilted upward, toward the sky…
“FUUUUCK!”
In the end he exploded like a bomb, erupting inside me. Finishing. Completing. Shattering the silence with a grunt and a cry.
SO. FUCKING. GOOD!
Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was coming all over him. Squeezing his cock with my pussy, which spasmed wildly as I screwing down around it. In the meantime he kept pulling my hair. It hurt and felt wonderful, all at the same time.
“Don’t stop!”
The words could’ve come from either of us, but they happened to come from me. I practically begged him to keep going. Needed him to know he could split me in two if he had to, just as long as he kept giving me his come.
He rode me like a mare, using my hair as the reins. Even as we slowed down, he didn’t let go. He held me through every last pulse, every throb. Every roll of his hips or thrust of my ass, or wet, dripping, post-orgasmic grind.
“Now you’re my girlfriend,” he growled finally, pulling his cheek against mine. His voice sounded wholly different. Cold and commanding, but in the hottest possible way.
Finally he released my hair and I was able to glance downward.
I was still up on the balls of my feet. My whole body was shaking, but my legs were trembling violently.
And now my lover’s warm come was seeping down the insides of my thighs.
H—Holy shit.
My pussy thrummed with both numbness and pleasure. The intensity of the moment was shocking.
“Sorry,” he stammered, backing away like he’d committed a crime. “I… kinda got lost there for a—”
“Don’t be.”
I turned swiftly and kissed him, cradling his face in my hands. The moment was sweet. For a few shining seconds, all that existed was the connection between us.
“It’s totally okay.”
Burke’s eyes softened. They were full of understanding now. He stared back into mine, and I let both sides of my mouth curl into a grin.
“Actually,” I said, letting out a long sigh of gratification. “That was more than okay.”
Twenty
KAYLEEN
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Marcy sat across from me, pushing a pair of french fries through a whole sea of ketchup. She was looking down into my phone. Scrolling through my photos with the causal, no-nonsense informality only reserved for the best of friends.
“And these are your roommates.”
“Yes.”
“All three of them.”
“Yes.”
I felt a little ashamed at our disconnect; we usually met once or twice a week for lunch or coffee. In this case I hadn’t seen her for about a month, maybe even a little more.
And she knew nothing about my new life… only that I’d moved.
“Kayleen, they’re gorgeous!”
I sipped nervously at my chocolate malt, while the rest of the diner swirled around us. It was a greasy little place, but they made great shakes and ice cream floats. Their onion rings weren’t bad either.
“Look at this guy,” she said, holding up a photo of Chase. “He’s perfect!”
“I know.”
“And this one here… the tall one. Oh my God, Kayleen.”
“Nathan.”
“He’s got no shirt on in any of these pics.”
I laughed. “He hardly wears one, actually. He surfs. Drives pretty far to reach his favorite beach, just about every morning.”
“And you live with them,” she said, scrolling some more. “All three. These guys, right here. In this fucking house…”
She was flipping through pics of the house now; of the kitchen, the gallery, the sunroom. Even some artsy-looking photos of the atrium, which I’d taken at cool upward angles to include the flawless blue sky.
“And you’re cooking for them?”
“I’ve been prepping for them for months now,” I explained. “But yes, now I’m in their live-in cook.”
“So they have money and muscles.”
I stirred at my malt, slowly nodding. “Sort of, yeah.”
The last few weeks had been nothing short of crazy. A whirlwind of adjustment, of settling in, and of getting into a good, solid routine.
And of course, jumping from bed to bed.
It had taken me this long to balance my outside work with my in-house duties, all while maintaining a day-by-day calendar of the guys’ writing schedules. I was a part-time cook and a full-time girlfriend. A small business owner, driving all over the valley, trying to make ends meet.
And of course, on top of all that I was a very happy girl.
Monday through Wednesday I hung out with Chase, Nathan, and Burke respectively. Saturday we all had off together, and usually did something fun. Sunday they all worked… which was sort of my day ‘off’ from everything. I got a lot of my own stuff done then, including odd jobs and errands.
Thursdays and Fridays though, were a little different. Burke kept himself glued to his keyboard, but Chase and Nathan had started taking half-days off. It was during those times they double-dated me… which was every bit as fun as it sounds.
“We’re good with switching dates by the way,” Chase had once told me.
“Or sharing dates,” Nathan had added with a wink.
The three of us were in the kitchen, where I was making them sandwiches at the time. The idea had sent my stomach on an instant roller-coaster ride.
“W—What about Burke?”
They two of them had looked at each other and shrugged. “He’ll come around,” they assured me. “He’s just a bit of a workaholic.”
I’d learned a lot about my three new boyfriends over the past month, the least of which were their working schedules. For one, I found out they’d each published stories before. Chase had won some sort of Young Writers of America award, and Nathan had put out a small series of mystery novellas that had gathered a cult following. Burke’s biggest achievement was a first prize in a ‘World-Building’ contest — creating some sort of dystopian future that had readers chomping at the bit for more. He was apparently in the middle of fleshing out his award-winning creation, when the three of them had decided to throw in together on a new trilogy.
“Why walk when you can run?” Nathan had grinned, as if it really were that simple.
Still, in his case it might actually be that simple. I found out it was Nathan’s father who was funding their little venture. He’d rented the villa out for them, and one of his closest friends was one of the chief editors of a high-level publishing house. They had a guaranteed in. A fully-approved book deal, all ready for editing, print, and distribution. Not to mention a killer marketing team as well.
“So you’re telling me you have three gorgeous new roommates…” Marcy was still shaking her head. I winced as she dumped even more ketchup on her mountain of fries. “And none of them have girlfriends.”
She slid the phone back to my side of the table almost reluctantly. I tried not to stare at it.
“Nope.”
My friend let out a dreamy sigh. “So which one do I get?”
My mouth opened. The straw dropped from my lips. “Pardon?”
“I mean, which one are you going to set me up with?”
None of them! My mind screamed.
“You can’t have them all, Kayleen,” she giggled. “That’s greedy.”
“I… I don’t. I’m not. I mean—”
“Well I assuming you’re screwing one of them, right?”
“I am not screwing one of them,” I said truthfully.
My friend glared back at me from across the table. I saw her eyes narrow. She was too smart for this.
“Say that again,” Marcy demanded. “More slowly this time.”
I opened my mouth again and then closed it. Hell, I just told her I’d moved in with three gorgeous single guys, then showed her a bunch of photos. What the hell did I expect her to do?
“Fine then, I’ll pick.” She tapped my phone with a fingernail. “Give me the tall one. I’m a sucker for a nice blond, anyway.”
“You can’t have Nathan.”
I was shocked at how quickly the words came out of my mouth. It was like someone else had said them.
Marcy shrugged. “Okay, set me up with the one with the goatee.”
“He works almost twenty-four seven,” I blurted, “and you need constant attention. It wouldn’t be a good fit.”
“The third one then,” my friend sighed. “He’s cute as fuck, Kayleen. And he reminds me of…”
Her words trailed off. She was looking at me intently now. Studying me. All of her sudden her entire face went wide with shock.
“HOLY SHIT!”
It seemed like everyone in the diner whirled around at once. I tried shushing her, tapping a finger repeatedly against my own lips.
“You’re with ALL of them!”
There was no shushing Marcy. Not now, not ever.
My hand shot out and grabbed her arm. I squeezed it until it hurt.
“OW!”
She pulled it back, rubbing the skin while wearing a wounded expression. The look on my face was pleading.
My friend took mercy on me. She lowered her voice as she leaned forward.
“You’re fucking all three of them?” she hissed.
I couldn’t bring myself to answer. It was all the answer she needed.
“Oh my God!” Her face was as much shock as it was admiration. “Kayleen!”
“I know, I know…” I said quickly. God, how do you even explain something like this?
“It’s… it’s just that it’s…”
“Don’t even tell me it’s complicated.”
“Well… yeah.” I swallowed hard. “It is.”
My friend fell backward into her seat, totally stunned. Her jaw hung open for a good, solid minute.
“Coffees,” she said, calling for the waitress. “Two, please.”
The waitress hadn’t finished nodding when Marcy was already nudging me. The look in her eyes was deadly serious.
“Alright,” she demanded firmly. “Neither one goes anywhere until you’ve told me everything…”
Twenty-One
KAYLEEN
“Do you want it?”
Nathan’s fingers combed gently through my hair, pinning it back over my ear as I went down on him. I did it slowly. Leisurely. Dragging my wet lips up and down the sides of his shaft before taking him all the way down my throat again.
“You’re gonna have to tell me if you want it.”
His beautiful surfer’s frame lay stretched out across his bed. I was on my belly, nestled between his legs. My view upward was all muscles and abs… and those steel blue eyes, gazing down at me longingly.
I still hadn’t answered him. I was too focused on giving him pleasure, the way he’d just done to me. I wanted to bring him off in my mouth. To feel his cock throbbing powerfully, shooting off somewhere deep in my throat.
But he was right. I also wanted it.
“I want it,” I murmured, licking upward. My gaze locked on his. My tongue swirled in the sensitive spot, beneath his glans.
“You sure?”
I nodded dutifully. Just the thought of what I was asking for sent an all new flood between my legs.
“Okay then,” he said, reaching onto his nighttable. Nathan grabbed his phone and handed it down to me. “Do it.”
I reached out and ran the fingers of both hands down his hard, rippled stomach. My nails scratched tiny white lines temporarily across the surface of his deeply tanned skin.
Then I took the phone, punched up a one-word message, and hit the SEND button:
Come.
Nathan groaned as I dropped the phone on the bed and went back to sucking his cock. My stomach was doing flip-flops. There was a knot of anticipation there now, just as there had been the last few times we’d done this.
The door to the bedroom opened behind me, less than a minute later. I didn’t have to look back to know Chase was there, closing it silently behind him.
You’re getting spoiled, Kayleen.
Shit yeah I was. But as far as I was concerned, this was one of the fringe benefits of having a four-way relationship. That if I was going to be responsible for pleasing three boyfriends… they were also responsible for pleasing me.
Sometimes simultaneously.
“God that looks good,” I heard Chase say, as he approached the bed.
Two new hands smoothed over my ass now, gliding up to my hips and then back again. My whole body shivered as they slid up the insides of my thighs, testing my wetness. Three fingers cupped me, feeling the heat that was already there.
“Damn, bro. She’s sopping wet.”
Nathan nodded vaguely from where I was still deepthroating his cock. His only response was to pin my hair back again, and push deeper into my mouth. In the meantime, Chase already had two fingers deep in my pussy. He dragged them slowly in and out, following my inner curve. Curling them into the one spot that drove me absolutely wild, until I was moaning and panting around his friend’s warm, throbbing shaft.
“Whatever you’re doing to her,” Nathan moaned from the pillow, “keep doing it.”
I arched my back as Chase continued finger-fucking me, sawing those amazingly thick fingers back and forth while thumbing my clit. I gasped out loud when I felt his lips on my bottom, where he began planting slow, wet kisses all over both sides of my ass.
Then he dove deeper, and my breath caught in my throat.
Oh God…
Chase’s mouth dropped lower as he grew more daring. Soon he was kissing his way through my wetness… using his fingers to spread me open so he could dive deeper inside me with his lips and tongue. He was eating me ravenously from behind. Using his hands to spread my asscheeks open, to get his tongue as far inside me as he possibly could.
With Nathan still in my mouth, all I could do was whimper and moan.
Then, before I knew what was happening…
… he dragged his tongue upward, straight past my pussy and all the way up the crack of my ass.
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
A shockwave of total, undiluted pleasure rocketed upward, into my brain. Chase was spreading me even further open. Licking and poking my tight little asshole with the tip of his hot, wet tongue.
“Oh my GOD…”
I’d stopped sucking Nathan entirely. I gripped his long cock with both hands, holding it against my face as I screwed my eyes shut and concentrated on this all-new, totally exquisite pleasure… unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“Oh fuck, oh… oh… fuck….”
I didn’t know what to say. There just weren’t words. Chase was rimming my asshole, sliding his warm tongue all over the surface while still sawing three thick fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.
HOLY FUCK.
It was so, so dirty. Filthy yet warm and wonderful, all at the same time.
He’s eating your ass, Kayleen…
I gasped sharply as he probed me deeper. I could feel my legs trembling. My whole body quivering with want and need and lust and desire.
He’s putting his tongue against your—
My sudden orgasm all but crushed me, erupting straight from my core. It came from out of nowhere, crashing over me in wave after wave of pleasure so pure, so intense, it struck me temporarily blind.
