28. Kylie
28
KYLIE
My heart skipped several important beats as Jude’s words echoed in my brain. I’d never played like that before, but suddenly, I really wanted to. Except… It was hard, too. Could I really just lay across him, knowing that at any moment, all three of them would see my ass?
Jude shook his head. “Where’s the brave woman who told three men she didn’t know she was moving in with them?”
“That woman wouldn’t be afraid to lay across my lap,” Mason added.
I bit my lip, debating with myself. Then I placed one knee on the couch next to Mason and then the other. Crawling over his lap, I lowered myself down.
Hands descended on me instantly, and I flinched, but none of them did anything alarming. Parker knelt down by my face and ran his fingers through my hair. Mason rested his heavy, broad palm on the small of my back. And Jude trailed his fingers down the back of my thighs.
I worked hard to slow my breathing and relax, but it wasn’t easy. Not only was I turned on, but I was also incredibly jumpy, trying to anticipate what might happen next.
Even though Mason was the one who’d soon spank me, his touch calmed me the most. He didn’t even move his fingers, he just pressed lightly on my back and it felt like warmth from his fingers seeped through the shirt and into my skin.
Then he leaned down toward my head. “Ready for me to bare those sweet cheeks, sweet cheeks?”
His whispered words caused me to squirm on his lap. But then I took a deep breath and nodded.
His large hand left my back and he flipped the shirt upward, baring my bottom to the three of them.
Oh God. They all saw me now. There wasn’t a ton of light from the fire or the light from the kitchen, but still, I knew they could see.
Parker leaned in and kissed me. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed back. “But could you turn off the light in the kitchenette? Oh, and close the door to the balcony.”
“Of course.” Before he got up, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Kylie.”
As Parker got up, Jude whispered something to him, but I couldn’t tell what.
“How many spankings do you think you deserve?” Mason asked in a voice heavy with arousal.
“Five?”
“Five,” he scoffed. “That’s barely even a number. “Let’s start with ten.”
Parker returned, taking his position by my head.
“Hold her hands,” Mason told him. Parker tugged my hands up until they were above my head, pinning them against the cushion of the sofa. For a moment, I was confused. Did Mason think I’d bolt? I’d laid down here willingly. But wow, it was hot having my hands held above my head.
And then I realized that was why Mason had told him to do it.
“Ready?” the big man asked.
“Yes.”
Shivers of anticipation filled me as I waited. And then his hand came down. I jumped, but as I gathered my thoughts, I realized it’d been more about surprise than pain. Mason slapped my ass again, and I managed to stay still that time.
Then his finger touched my bare cheek, tracing over something I couldn’t see… maybe redness from his spanks?
His light touch felt good, making me squirm on his lap. Parker clasped my wrists tighter, making me squirm more.
Mason chuckled, and then his hand descended three more times. “Halfway there,” he said.
He rubbed the backs of my thighs lightly, teasing me. His finger dipped into the valley between my legs, but he didn’t push it any further than that—unfortunately.
Then his hand disappeared and he spanked me five more times.
I yelped for the last two, which were harder, but they also made me squirm more, grinding myself against Mason’s muscular thighs.
I felt a hand on my ass cheek, and I knew it wasn’t Mason’s. Jude sat on the edge of the coffee table, his eyes on my backside.
“Let’s see how she does with a paddle,” Jude said, and I tensed up. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, but it was too late. By the way his torso twisted in the corner of my eye, I suspected he’d raised his hand.
I braced myself for a big smack, but what I got was actually a small sting. If it was a paddle, had he used the narrow edge of it? Then there was another little sting, and then they rained down on my ass in a rapid succession.
Suddenly, I understood and almost laughed out loud. He didn’t have a paddle, he had drumsticks —and my ass as his drum.
“Never seen that before,” Parker remarked. “How does it feel?” He ran a finger of his free hand along my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Weird,” I said. “And sort of… sexy.”
“Drummers are sexy,” Jude said. “Why do you think I play drums in the band?”
He moved the drumsticks up and down so fast, it felt like there were at least a dozen of them rapping against my skin. Maybe he was playing some kind of drum solo? It didn’t hurt, not exactly. More like small little snaps against my skin. It turned me on big time—at least until something smacked my head. “Ouch!”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Jude said hastily, stilling the drumsticks at once.
“What happened?” I asked while Parker rubbed the spot where I’d just been hit.
“I got a little carried away,” Jude admitted, sounding chastened. “You see, on a drum set, the cymbal is where your head is.”
Silence filled the room, then we all laughed. It felt weird to shake with laughter while balanced on Mason’s lap with my ass in the air, but I couldn’t help it. I felt Mason shift his weight, leaning forward. He must’ve plucked the drumsticks out of Jude’s grasp because suddenly, they landed near my head. “My turn again,” Mason growled.
Parker spoke up. “Actually, it’s mine.” There was a beat or two of silence, then Jude got up so Parker could sit on the coffee table next to me. I got the sense that Mason and Jude were a little surprised, further confirming my theory that they’d shared a woman before but not with Parker.
Parker reached out and squeezed my cheek once before giving it a pat and removing his hand. “Get on all fours, Kylie.”
I gulped but did as he said. Mason helped steady me as I pushed myself up. It wasn’t all that easy to position myself on the couch with his legs under me. Finally, I got in the correct position with my arms on one side of Mason’s thighs and my knees on the other.
“You’re getting ten from me, too,” Parker said. His hand struck my ass, making me jump. Somehow, it felt harder in this position. I managed to keep quiet for the next two. Then things changed. “Play with her nipples,” Parker said.
It was a little strange to hear him give orders to Mason, especially considering when I’d first met them, Parker had barely spoken, but I forgot all about that when Mason’s hand snaked inside my shirt. He grasped one nipple and rolled it between his fingers. I moaned, gasping when Parker smacked me again. Mason switched to my other nipple and it felt amazing.
Parker sped up the spankings, and Mason tweaked my nipples harder. Parker said that that was ten.
“Good job,” Jude said. “Didn’t she do well?” he said to the others. It was embarrassing the way he talked about me to them, but it was also part of the game, and it was a game that’d gotten me really hot and bothered. “Do you think she deserves an orgasm for surviving spankings from three men?”
“Yes,” I gasped before anyone else answered.
Mason pinched my nipple. “You don’t get a vote, sweet cheeks.”
“But I’m the one who got spanked,” I protested. “And hit on the head.”
Jude chuckled. “She’s got a point. Is she wet?”
Parker slid his fingers between my legs. His finger circled my entrance twice and then pushed into me. “Soaking.”
“All right, she gets one orgasm,” Mason said. “It’s going to be quick and dirty.”
A moment later, I found out what he meant. He slid his other hand up under my shirt and squeezed both breasts at once. At almost the same time, Parker slid two fingers in me and my entire body jolted.
“She likes that,” Mason observed, which both embarrassed me and turned me on. I’d become used to those twin sensations—and craved more of them.
Parker pumped his fingers in and out of me, and I actually heard how wet I was. Then he spread that moisture down to my clit and flicked his fingertip across it. I moaned louder, especially with the wicked way Mason was treating my nipples.
I felt the couch shift. A hand touched my sore ass and I realized Jude was leaning over the back of the couch.
I heard a sound I hadn’t expected to hear this soon—and maybe not at all tonight. It was the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.
What? “Wait, are you?—”
“Trust us, princess,” Jude said, so I forced myself to relax. Parker’s finger worked my clit and my breathing sped up, coming out in little gasps. I felt something at my entrance.
Not a finger. Not a cock. But it was something hard that kicked my arousal level into high gear. It glided in smoothly, circled my inner walls, and then pulled back. When it slipped into me again, I suddenly knew what it was.
Holy crap. Jude had rolled a condom over the end of a drumstick and pushed it inside me.
My heart took off like a racehorse as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. Mason’s not-so-gentle tugging on my nipples. Parker rubbing my clit. And Jude sliding his drumstick in and out of me.
“Oh—” I gasped, unable to form words. My entire body shook.
“That’s right,” Mason said roughly. “You’d better fucking make some noise when you come.”
That’d definitely happen. My breath came out in ragged gasps and the pressure inside me built and built and?—
The orgasm that ripped through my body nearly broke me into pieces. I cried out and would have collapsed if Mason hadn’t supported me. Jude stilled the drumstick as I clamped down around it, but Parker was relentless as he worked my clit.
I gasped and flailed around as if electrocuted. And when the first powerful wave was over, the aftershocks hit.
Finally, they withdrew and let me curl up in a ball on Mason’s lap. He wrapped his arms around me, his head bent to rest against mine. “That’s my good girl.”
Jude and Parker settled down on either side of us, lightly stroking every part of me they could reach. “Are you okay, princess?” Jude asked.
“Yes,” I breathed back. I took a deep breath, trying to regain control of my voice. “Your drumsticks are forgiven for hitting me on the head.”
He chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”
We were quiet for a while. I felt a little sore but good. I was exactly where I wanted to be—with these three amazing men.
“Do you want me to carry you to bed, sweetheart?” Mason asked. It was only the second time he’d called me that.
“No,” I said softly. “I want to be with you guys.”
“Sure,” Parker said, stroking my back. “We’ll stay here with you as long as you’d like.”
That was nice… but it wasn’t with what I’d meant. “No, I want to be with you. All three of you. I want more.” My voice was soft, but I was as certain of what I’d said as I’d ever been in my entire life.
“Are you sure, princess?” Jude’s lyrical voice held a note of surprise.
“Very.”
Mason tilted my chin up and kissed me—hard. “You’re an amazing woman, Kylie.” He kissed me again. “Where do you want to start?”
I lowered my hand to the hard bulge pressing against me while he spanked me. “Here.”
He groaned deep in his throat. “No arguments from me.”
Jude and Parker moved back to the armchairs, giving me some space. I climbed off of Mason’s lap and settled on the floor between his knees. I rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it twitch and grow under my touch. I undid the button on his dress pants. I teased his cock out of his fly, and when it tumbled out and pointed upward, I gasped. “Holy shit,” I said. It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen.
Mason smirked. “I’ll never get tired of that reaction.” The other guys chuckled.
Fascinated, I stroked it, watching it grow even harder. Then I leaned forward, resting my breasts on his thighs as I grasped it, pointing it toward me. I kissed the head, and Mason groaned. His legs spread and I scooted closer. His thick cock was rock hard as I licked my way around the head. I pressed it up against his flat abs and licked the underside.
Mason moaned and shifted lower on the seat, giving me more access. I winked at him before encircling the large, mushroom-shaped head of his cock with my lips.
“Shit,” Mason hissed as I sucked it into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around with what little room I had because it filled my mouth almost completely.
While I sucked on him, my hips ground against nothing, just cool air. I was filled with arousal again, and I felt empty after having both Parker’s finger and Jude’s drumsticks in me.
I grasped Mason’s cock firmly and rubbed my thumb over the slit at the top, looking at Jude over my shoulder. His pants were unzipped and he was stroking himself. “Can you put a condom on anything other than a percussion instrument?”
It took him a moment to catch my drift. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes.”
He sat up quickly, reaching for a condom. Movement on the other side caught my eye, and I looked over to see Parker moving the coffee table out of the way. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.”
I returned my focus to Mason, leaning forward to take him into my mouth again—but then he fisted his own cock, blocking me. When I looked up, his blue eyes were steady on mine. “Are you sure this is what you want, Kylie?”
His concern touched me—and also helped me know that this was right. “We… maybe it sounds stupid, but I kind of feel like we belong together,” I said, trying hard to explain how I felt. “We live together. Study side by side. Sleep in the same room. We’re a unit, a team. At least, I want us to be.”
“We want that, too,” Jude said. “But we could go slower.”
“Or one at a time,” Parker added.
I shook my head. “I don’t want that. This is our weekend. This is our moment. I don’t want to take turns or go slow. I want all of you.”
Mason fisted his cock again, but his words were gentle. “You can change your mind at any time, you know.”
“I know.” I leaned forward, encircling his cock with my lips again. Behind me, I felt someone lift the edge of the dress shirt over my back. I felt Jude’s warm body at my back. I spread my knees wider apart. Jude said something to Parker, but I couldn’t hear what it was. A moment later, Jude lifted my knee and slid a cushion under it. Then he did the same on the other side. That felt better.
Then his finger entered me, swirling around. “You’re so tight,” he said.
I couldn’t answer with Mason’s cock in my mouth, but I moaned at the way Jude pumped first one finger, then two inside me. I felt his cock poised behind me. I moaned again, the vibrations making Mason groan. I lifted my head, anticipating how amazing it’d feel when Jude pushed inside me. I stroked Mason’s cock with my hand as I waited and waited—and then Jude surged forward, making me cry out.
I stifled my cry by taking Mason’s cock back into my mouth. I’d never felt anything like it before. To have two men inside me. Two men filling me. Two men so connected to me.
The sensation was too much and not enough. Blindly, I reached out toward Parker. He immediately grasped my hand and squeezed. I held onto him tight as I rocked back and forth between Mason and Jude. From what I could tell, Jude’s cock wasn’t as thick as Mason’s, but it had been a long time for me, and the stretch as he pushed inside was tantalizing, and there was no doubt it was long.
“You feel so fucking good, Kylie,” Jude hissed. Mason nodded but he seemed beyond words, either from the way I bobbed up and down on his thick cock or from the fact I’d taken two men at once.
I squeezed Parker’s hand again and he scooted closer to me, perched on the edge of the couch. Then he slid his free hand under my stomach and between my legs.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
I bucked wildly when he touched my clit, and Jude took that as his cue to thrust into me faster while still making me feel every single inch. I gasped for air and then slid my lips down Mason’s cock, taking him deeper. He put one large hand in my hair to guide me. I swallowed around the head of his cock and he fisted my hair, pulling it, getting me even closer to the edge.
“Are you going to come for us?” Jude growled, his voice hoarse as he drove into me. “Are you going to come with three men touching you? And two men fucking you?” It wasn’t the kind of language he usually used, but it was perfect for this situation. I gasped, trying to keep my mouth around Mason’s cock as the sensations overtook me.
“Come for us,” Jude demanded, and Parker repeated it as his finger flew across my clit. Then Jude grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside me, pushing me over the edge. I cried out as my hips bucked all over the place. My inner walls clenched around Jude’s cock and I felt it pulse inside me as he cried out. Mason clutched my hair harder as his hips shot forward and then froze. I swallowed rapidly when he came, trying to make it good for him before the incredible sensations knocked all my systems offline.
It felt like every single part of me was being touched. It felt like my orgasm would never end.
And the most bizarre thing was that it felt completely right.
Mason’s hips dropped back on the couch as he gasped for air. His long fingers stroked my hair as I turned my head to the side, trying to catch my breath. Jude leaned against me for a long moment and then pulled back.
Parker tried to retreat, too, but I kept an iron grip on his hand. He sank back onto the couch, and I crawled over to him, climbing onto his lap. He held me tight, rocking me as I collapsed against his chest. His cock was rock hard in his pants and I touched it lightly, feeling it twitch.
“It’ll be our turn some other time,” he whispered in my ear, quiet enough that I wasn’t sure the others heard.
“Okay,” I breathed, nuzzling my nose against his throat. “We’ll do it another time. But also now.” I squeezed his cock between my fingers and he groaned.
“Kylie, you’re exhausted,” he protested.
“Yes, I am,” I said. “But I’m also not finished. We’re a team—all four of us. That’s what I wanted tonight, and that’s what I’ve gotten—bar one.” His cock grew harder inside his pants.
“She sounds pretty determined, man,” Jude said.
I gave him a smile. “Do you have any more condoms?”
He grinned and tossed me one. I caught it, holding it up to Parker. “Here or in the bedroom?”
“Kylie—”
“Here or in the bedroom?” I repeated as I swung my leg around to straddle him.
“Let’s just wait until?—”
I stopped his protest with a kiss. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close and I ground my hips against his erection as the kiss deepened. I kissed my way along his jawline until my lips were next to his ear. “I want you, Parker. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Then… here or in the bedroom?”
He held me tight as he stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him as he carried me back toward the beds.
“Good answer,” I whispered in his ear.