CHAPTER 20
I wake up, and check the time. It’s 2 am. I try to get comfortable, but I always found it difficult to sleep in a new bed. I slowly get up, hoping that Dominick has no such troubles. I pass by the little room which he’s sleeping in, and I hear steady breathing through the door which is slightly ajar. Happy that at least he’s able to get a good night’s rest, I tip toe out of the little shack.
When I open the door, I almost jump in fright, at seeing the shadow of a man, standing right before me.
“Hey, hey…”
My first instinct is to rush back inside, but hearing his voice calms me down. It’s only Mason.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks me.
“Mhm,” I nod, feeling the chill of the night air blow right through me. “I’m not sure if it’s only the new bed or there’s something more.”
“It’s OK,” he tells me. “ Fear is good. It’s what keeps you on your toes. And, it’s good to be on your toes.”
“I guess,” I sigh. “I’m just tired of constantly being on my toes, you know?”
“I know what can cure that,” he smiles at me a little too mischievously, and at first, I’m not sure what exactly he means. “It’s not the girliest drink, but I’ve got some Johnnie Walker Black Label over at the big kitchen. I could get some and we can go back inside.”
I chuckle at the idea, feeling like a teenager who’s snuck out of her bedroom, without her parents knowing, so she can drink and make out with her boyfriend. Or, maybe boyfriends? I like that option better.
“I don’t remember the last time I had some hard liquor in me,” I sigh.
“Then, it’s time you got some,” he winks. “I’ll go get it.”
And, before I can say another word, he disappears in one of the nearby shacks. A few moments later, I hear footsteps. I turn to the side, quickly, ready to react, my heart pounding like crazy. But, it takes me only a moment to recognize two familiar faces.
“Is this the night of the full Moon or something, so no one’s getting any sleep?” I wonder, as Adrian and Wagner walk over to me.
“Adrian sleeps maybe 3 hours every night,” Wagner explains. “Then, he takes walks. I guess after years of bunking with him in the same shack, I’ve overtaken his routines.”
“That’s not so bad,” I smile. “Is 3 hours enough?”
“You can train your body to function with even less. As long as you make up for the lost energy in some other way, like good nutrients.”
“I see,” I nod.
At that moment, Mason returns with the bottle, and two glasses.
“I didn’t know we had more guests,” he sneered at the guys.
After about 10 minutes, all of us found ourselves in the shack I was staying at with Dominick. The guys promised they would behave and be quiet. Although, I’m not sure I trusted them. Still, I went along with it. As I get comfortable, I jump to make sure that Dominick’s door is closed. He’s sleeping. My little angel.
I return to the kitchen, where Mason has already served our drinks, and they are waiting on the kitchen table. I sit down, and despite all logic, I look at these three men around me, and I feel safe. I feel invincible. I don’t even care about that letter any longer. Maybe it would be best to finally end this chapter. I can’t constantly keep running away. The path would eventually end. Better make it end under my own terms, than under his.
“You OK?” I hear Mason ask, after a while. “You look lost in your own thoughts.”
“It’s a little bit of that, and a little bit of this,” I raise my empty glass. “It really hits the spot.”
We all chuckle, trying to be as silent as we can, but it’s hard when we’re having fun.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I know that I never want this night to end. I listen to the guys’ banter, and I enjoy the looks they give me. Everything about tonight has a dreamy quality. I feel like I conjured up this whole scene, like they are just a figment of my poor, stressed out imagination. Occasionally, my hand reaches out to touch them, just to make sure they are here, they are real. A brush of the hand here. A pat on the shoulder there.
When I glance at the bottle a bit later, I realize it’s half empty. How much have I had to drink? I stopped counting ages ago. But, only because it feels so good. Luckily, I called Old Bill and asked for a day off. He was nice enough to agree. Susie mentioned that he’s hired another girl, so hopefully, it’ll be easier to arrange shifts now. That also means we’ll work longer hours, as Old Bill wants to keep it open an hour or two later than usual. That’s fine. I don’t mind. I like working there. I like him, and I like Susie. I like Adrian, despite his social awkwardness. I like Wagner, despite his overly manly ways. And, I like Mason, despite his need to turn everything into a joke. Or, maybe I like them all exactly because of those things, and not despite them.
I’m babbling now. I feel like there is a balmy veil covering my eyes, and I see colors stronger, more vibrant. Wagner’s laughter is boisterous. Adrian’s face is like a sculpture, perfectly preserved in time. Mason is… well, Mason. There is so much to say about him, and yet, I could probably spill millions of epithets that wouldn’t even come close to describing him exactly the way he is.
I take another glance at my empty glass. My lips are dry. Itching to be kissed. That alcohol only awoke the sleeping monster with the libido of 3 men. That familiar warmth washes over me. I know I’m blushing. I don’t care. My body always finds a way to betray myinnermost thoughts and desire. I should probably be used to it by now.
I’m not even sure what the guys are talking about. It’s something funny. Must be. They’re all laughing. I want to glide my fingers along their skin. I want to feel the touch of their lips on my burning flesh. But, I can’t make the first move. I’m frozen in the same spot where I’m sitting. I dare not move. I can just watch these beautiful, gorgeous men before me, and dream of the moment they might touch me.
“Danica, you look tired,” Adrian is the first to say something.
“Oh, maybe just a little,” I giggle, pressing my index finger against my lips. “But, shhhh.”
“I think you’re tired and a little bit drunk,” Wagner chuckles.
He gets up and offers me his hand.
“I can walk by myself, you know,” I pretend to be offended. “Despite what I may look like, I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not drunk.”
I get up, and try to lean against the chair in front of me, but instead of leaning against it, I push it forward and almost lose my balance. An action that sends all of us into a bout of suppressed laughter.
“Yeah, totally not drunk,” Mason shakes his head incredulously, pressing his hand against his lips, but it’s hard for all of us to remain quiet.
Mason takes me by the hand, and leads me to the bedroom. I can’t hear any footsteps behind me. But, I’m hoping Wagner and Adrian are following. My room is pleasantly dark. Only thin strips of moonlight are oozing through the window, spilling all over the room like tiny little crystals. It takes my eyes just a second to adjust to the darkness.
It’s a small room, with only one bed, and a single closet in the corner. A small nightstand rests by the bed. The lamp is off. I don’t need it. I’m standing by the bed. Mason is next to me. My blood is hot to the point of boiling. My lips are dry. And yet, I’m sure I didn’t drink that much. Damn liquor.
I glance over at the door. Wagner and Adrian are here, too. I smile when I notice that they closed the door shut.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I hear Mason whisper.
I sit down on the bed. My heart is thumping in my chest. I’m not prepared for the sensation their presence awakens in me. Not this close. This intimate. I want them to dominate me. I want to be a plaything in their hands. I want to feel the heat of Mason’s palms against my skin. I want to take Wagner’s hand between my legs. I want to ride Adrian’s fingers until none of us can stand it any longer, and we need more. Is it the alcohol talking or is it me? Does it really matter?
I know they feel the same. I can see it in their eyes. My desire has given me night vision, and I know their skin itches to be touched, to be caressed, like mine does.
Wagner and Adrian walk up to us. Adrian’s hand brushes against my shoulder. Wagner reaches out to me, but he is still in the air around me.
Slowly, I lift my arms over my head, and take off the oversized t-shirt I’ve been sleeping in. Now, I’m left only in a small, barely there pair of panties. A few crickets are heard from outside. Apart from that, we are all silent, hoping that Dominick is a heavy sleeper.
“You should be sleeping,” I hear Mason whisper right into my ear.
It sends a million little goosebumps on a never ending quest up and down my body.
“We could play the pillow biting game,” I whisper back, and I hear Wagner suppress a chuckle.
He approaches me from behind, nibbling on my earlobe gently. I feel a heavy heat rushing down my spine, exploding somewhere between my legs. Excitement burns inside of me.
“Are you sure you want this?” Adrian takes my hand. His voice is so sweet, like dripping honey. He’s got me so hot for him.
“I’m not drunk, if that’s what you guys mean,” I whisper a little louder, having no idea that wanting to raise your voice while still whispering would be so strenuous to your throat. “I want this. I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you. On all of you.”
I have no idea where all this courage comes from, but I welcome it.
“We need to be very quiet,” Mason instructs.
He takes me over to the bed, and lays me down on it. The thunder in my heart is relentless. I know what will happen. I want it to happen. I can’t remember the last time I wanted something this bad.
I bite my lower lip, as I hear the sound of clothes being taken off. The room is still dark. I see only outlines, silhouettes of the men I’ve desired for so long. I don’t need to see them to know I want them.
I feel two strong hands spread my legs. The heat of Adrian’s breath hits my pussy. I stifle a moan. And, we haven’t even started. I press my hands to my lips, not to make the same mistake. His tongue takes its first swipe, and pleasure erupts deep within me, spreading from head to toe. He parts my wet folds. I surrender immediately. My legs are hooked over his shoulders. He can do whatever he wants with me. He licks and sucks with perfect skill, pulling my clit into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure. The buildup is slow, fiery.
Mason stands over me, looming with his size. I open my mouth to wrap my lips around his cock. I cup his balls, as I slowly slide my hand up his length. Then, down. I lick the tip, following Adrian’s moves between my legs. It’s hard to focus on something when I’m about to explode. To come completely undone. I fight the urge, the sheer necessity to let go and be consumed with this orgasm immediately.
I try to focus on Mason’s cock. I search for Wagner in the darkness. I find his throbbing dick to my right. I start jerking him off, my lips switching hungrily between their two cocks. But, whatever I do it’s not even close to what Adrian’s devil tongue is doing to me. Licking, sucking, biting gently, he’s using his fingers now, sliding into me, pumping, leading me closer and closer to that point.
Wagner’s cock in my mouth takes us to the peak. I’m still walking that fine line, but I can’t breathe any longer. I can’t keep away the inevitable. A few moments later, Wagner grabs a handful of my hair, and shoves himself into my mouth, his dick throbbing and spraying right into my mouth. I keep sucking at it, my hand still playing with his balls, gently, trying to accentuate the sensation.
He wheezes heavily, pulling out. I wipe the corner of my mouth just a split second before ecstasy washes over me, and my mind goes blank. The pressure inside of me unfolds, explodes, splitting me into a million little pieces. I turn to the side, grabbing the pillow and pressing it against my lips. My body convulses, still from the remnants of that powerful orgasm.
Still shaking, I get up, my mouth agape, burning with desire. I pull myself down on the bed, on all fours. Adrian grabs me from behind, and slides in effortlessly. I’ve never had a double orgasm. Never.
Mason comes over to the front, dispersing all my doubts, my fears with his kiss. I know now that I could never be satisfied with just one of them. It’s all or nothing. Always has been.
I’m kissing him back hungrily, in dire need of his tongue. He pulls himself up in full. The fresh sight of his cock revives me. Adrenaline surges through me again, assuring me that we’re not done. I take him into my mouth again, full on. Absolute perfection. Wagner is relaxing, stroking my tits, as Adrian’s cock edges my pussy. None of us lets go. These men fill me completely, and I feel I’m shining, I’m sparkling from the inside, where this fire burns. It destroys me and restores me again, all in one go.
Adrian quickens his thrusts, crashing into my ass hard. Strong. Harder every subsequent time. I want to scream, but my mouth is filled with Mason’s cock. My screams are muffled, as we all just keep fucking to infinity.
The momentum grows, overtaking us all, threatening to devour and destroy everything in its path. But for us, nothing else exists. Only this moment. Only our bodies and how we weave the tapestry of desire. Higher and higher, for now, there is nowhere else to go. We will come down crashing, if we must.
At the same time, our bodies stiffen, rock hard, every muscle inside of us tight, purposeful, desperate. My pussy grips, as I mold my lips around Mason’s enormous, palpitating cock. One more thrust, and we’re all done. Finished. Hotter, brighter, more desperate than ever before.
We all need to scream our release to the world, but none of us does it. Adrian’s cock pulsates inside of me, spilling his seed. I can feel his balls heaving. Mason’s aftermath is the same. His release is quick, salty, succulent.
Still breathing heavily, lightning suddenly rips the sky apart somewhere in the distance. I jump, my muscles still tense, like an animal.
“See, we got an applause,” Mason chuckles, and I punch him playfully on the shoulder.
He suffocates his laughter, and we all wait a moment or two, just to make sure Dominick is still asleep. The silence calms us down.
Without another word, I watch them as they get dressed. One by one, they walk over to me, and give me a kiss. I smile after each one. I mean, there’s nothing to say, is there?
Sleep takes over me easily. I watch them leave my room, and I’m still awake when I hear the front door close, with a lock I know can be opened only from the inside. I close my eyes. I expect my thoughts to awaken with a mad need to rationalize what just happened, but none of that happens. It was magic. And, no one tries to rationalize magic, do they?
I shuffle a little under the covers, and find the right position. The alcohol has evaporated from my system. I’m just left with the courage and knowledge that what happened just now was exactly what I wanted to happen. Nothing more. Nothing less.
My mind a blank, I’m lulled to sleep mere moments after the guys left.