Roommates Box Set #4-6

27. Alyssa

27

ALYSSA

Despite the fact that I could barely move, Flynn pulled me up into a sitting position. “Take off your robe,” he ordered. “That goes for all of you. The time for clothing is over.”

He was a man who led by example. He got to his feet at the side of the bed and without breaking eye contact, pushed his jeans down.

I moaned as his cock sprang free. It was thick and long, and without conscious thought, I reached my hand out toward it. Flynn chuckled and fisted it roughly. He treated his body with the same powerful strength that he treated mine, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

But he’d told us to take off the rest of our clothes, and I was more than willing. I tugged the edge of the teddy out from under me, bunching it at my waist. But when I was about to pull it over my head, Flynn climbed back on the bed. “I’ll do that,” he said.

I laid my head back on the pillows as he placed his hand on my stomach. His touch sent tingles of anticipation through me. Then I was completely distracted by the sight of Spencer and Raphael. Their bare, muscular bodies took my breath away as they climbed back onto the bed.

Oh, god. Three men. Three naked men.

And three cocks.

I was immensely grateful that Spencer had left the bathroom light on as I examined them. His cock was long and thick, too. It looked like their eyes weren’t the only physical similarity between the two brothers. I’d never thought about it before, but I supposed it made sense they’d have a similar girth and length.

Raphael’s cock bobbed under him as he crawled over to me. His wasn’t as thick as the others’, but it looked to be even longer. I squirmed at the thought of the spot it could reach inside me.

There was a light touch on my side, and I looked down to see Spencer grasping the string on one side of my panties. Raphael settled on my other side and took hold of the other. God, once they pulled those, I’d be almost completely bare to them. I wanted that—I wanted that and so much more—but it felt like a big step.

But these guys knew me, and they made it easy for me. Spencer winked at me and then looked at his brother-in-law. “On three?”

Raphael grinned. “Should we make a wish first?”

I giggled. “I’m not a wishbone.”

Flynn snorted. “Too bad, because I wish to bo?—”

“Three,” Spencer said, cutting off his brother. He and Raphael both gave a light tug and cool air flowed over my bare skin. I could feel their eyes on me, and I knew that there were no more secrets. We were all vulnerable with each other with nothing left to hide.

It was scary. It was risky, even. But it was also hot as hell.

Then Flynn’s large hand landed on my stomach, and I realized that I wasn’t completely naked, at least not yet. He peeled the teddy upward. I lifted my head so he could slip it over me, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He stopped when the soft fabric was sliding across my face. My mouth and nose were uncovered, but all I could see was the peach-colored fabric.

I felt Flynn’s warm breath on my neck. “Did you know I like to blindfold women in bed?”

A delicious shiver tore through me. “No, I didn’t.” But it didn’t surprise me all that much.

“I like controlling their senses, and especially, taking one away. It makes them shiver in anticipation, wondering what I’m going to do next.” His callused hand cupped my breast, squeezing it. A moment later, someone echoed his touch on the other side. It was exciting that I couldn’t be sure who it was.

“I could leave this here.” Flynn’s voice was a seductive and dangerous whisper as he ran a finger lightly over the lingerie covering my eyes. “But I’ll tell you a secret.”

My body quivered as I hung on his every word.

“I don’t have to blindfold you.” He yanked the teddy up over my head, and suddenly I could see again. “I can rob you of one of your senses in a different way.”

My breath caught in my throat as I wondered what he meant.

Flynn stared me down, making me wait. When he was sure he had my complete attention—and boy, did he—he let go of my breast and lifted his hands.

Then he looked up at Spencer and Raphael and very deliberately signed something to them.

My breath hitched as I realized what was happening. Flynn was right; he did have a way to take away one of my senses. He wasn’t making a sound, yet he was communicating with the other two—and I didn’t have a single clue what he was saying.

Spencer grinned and signed something back. And Raphael got an evil look on his face. Raphael! He literally had the name of an angel, and I hadn’t even guessed he could look evil.

At least one part of what Flynn had signed became clear when Spencer went to his dresser. He returned with a box of condoms. It was clearly new, and he had to break the seal to open it and place a few on the nightstand.

“Spencer gets to go first, because it’s been the longest for him,” Flynn growled.

“If that’s what you want, Lyss,” Spencer interjected.

“God, yes,” I moaned.

“I’ll make it good for you,” Spencer promised. His sincere tone convinced me—but not his brother.

“He thinks he will. He wants to. But you know what? It’s been so damn long, I think he’s going to fuck the hell out of you.” My hips ground in response to Flynn’s hot words. He looked me straight in the eye as he continued. “I’m going to love hearing you scream.”

Flynn signed to the other two again, and I grew wetter. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to emerge from this encounter with a newly formed sign language kink—if I survived at all.

Evidently following orders, Spencer lay down on the bed next to me, his side touching mine.

“Fist yourself,” Flynn ordered. “Show her exactly how much meat you’ll be pushing inside her.”

I groaned, my eyes glued to Spencer’s large hand as it engulfed his cock. Even his hand looked dwarfed by its length. How the hell was it going to fit inside me? I didn’t know for sure, but I wanted to find out more than anything.

“Shields up.” Flynn tossed Spencer a condom and he rolled it on. Then Flynn signed to Raphael, and they switched places. Flynn knelt next to me on the bed and Rafe stood on the other side of Spencer. Then he reached across and took hold of my upper arm and my thigh.

“Watch her leg,” Spencer said.

“I know,” Flynn snapped. Together, he and Raphael lifted me up, placing me on top of Spencer’s large body. My back pressed against his broad chest and my ass settled on his abdomen. His hard cock popped up between my legs and I could feel it touch my inner thigh above the cast. My neck was at the level of Spencer’s shoulder, and my head dangled back, my cheek almost right next to his. I’d never considered this position for sex, but I was so eager to feel Spencer enter me this way.

“Just go slow, okay?” Raphael said. I got the feeling he wished he were the one on my bad side protecting my leg instead of Flynn, but I trusted all three of these men.

Spencer took hold of my upper arms and adjusted my position. “Can you reach my cock?”

I thought he’d never ask. I slid my hand between my legs and encountered the bulbous head of his rock-hard cock. I teased it through the thin layer of the condom, stroking him. Then, without waiting to be told, I repositioned his hard length so that it was poised to enter me.

Please, please, please, let it enter me soon.

And then it did. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as his hot shaft pushed inside me. My inner walls stretched and felt deliciously full as he drove into me.

I moaned. It was like his dick went on and on and on. It felt like it should’ve popped out of the top of my head by now, but god, it felt amazing.

For a long moment, Spencer held himself deep inside me. Then he started to move under me. Our position didn’t allow him for much movement—not if he didn’t want to jostle my leg—but I felt even the tiniest twitch of his cock. I ground my hips against his and was rewarded with his moan in my ear instead of the other way around.

“Don’t be gentle,” Flynn said. “That’s not what she wants or what she needs.” Then he signed something else, and I would’ve given a fortune to know what it was.

Despite his brother’s words, Spencer kept his strokes slow, only rocking a few inches back and forth. It was like he and Raphael wanted to play up the romantic side of this, and I understood the impulse. But Flynn kept making it hot and filthy, and after nearly two weeks of dirty dreams and near constant arousal, I was more than on board with his plan.

Gentle and sweet could come later. Maybe even later tonight, or in the morning before the twins came home. But for now, Flynn's wicked words were working me into a frenzy, and I loved every second of it.

Spencer settled into a slow, steady rhythm underneath me and my moans filled the room. Flynn tweaked my stiff nipples, making them even harder, and then addressed his brother. “If you’d ever bothered to watch porn, you’d know that there’s a perfect way for you to hold onto her in this position.”

He pinched one nipple, and I yelped. Spencer got the idea and cupped my breasts with his hands. His long fingers splayed out and he covered me up almost as much as a bra would. It felt a million times better, though.

Flynn got up and strode around the bed until he was at the foot. My legs were slightly spread, and I wondered if he could see Spencer’s hard cock driving into me. Then Flynn climbed onto the bed, pushing my left leg roughly out to the side to bare me further. Even in my turned-on state, I noticed that he was careful with my bad leg.

Flynn’s eyes glinted with arousal as he surveyed the situation. “Do you know that I’m the only one here who hasn’t tasted you?”

Clearly, he’d been brought up to speed on my encounter with Spencer.

“It’s about time that changed, don’t you think?”

I nodded frantically, and Spencer shifted underneath me as my hair spilled onto his face. “Be still.” He reprimanded me with twin pinches on my nipples. Then he addressed his brother. “You’re going to do that while I’m inside her?”

“Yes,” Flynn said without any hesitation. “Remember what we said. This is about her , and her pleasure only.”

God, I liked the sound of that. If that made me selfish, I was okay with that. This time, at least.

Flynn was still staring me down. “Unlike them, I’m not going to take polite little laps at you. I’m going to ravish that pretty little pussy. I’m going to bring you to the edge and keep you there as long as I fucking want.”

Raphael grabbed my thigh, spreading me wider, giving Flynn room. Flynn placed his hands on my upper thighs above the cast and then leaned in, his stubble scratching my heated slit. I moaned, and my inner walls clamped around Spencer’s cock, which made him moan too.

It was so fucking hot, having one man inside me, another holding me open, and a third about to go down on me. I had a feeling that Flynn wasn’t going to take it easy with me for much longer—not with the filthy things he’d promised me.

I was right. His mouth clamped down on one side of my pussy, biting as he sucked me into his mouth. Then he did the other side. My entire slit was tingly with sensation when he flicked his tongue against my clit. It felt incredible, and the sight of Flynn between my legs, his eyes on mine as he flicked me with his tongue, was such a turn-on.

Flynn sat up, and I moaned at the loss of contact. He ignored me and signed something to Raphael, who was standing on the side of the bed.

I had no idea what he signed, but Raphael apparently didn’t agree. “What? No, that’s too much. I can wait.”

Wait, what? I didn’t want him to wait. I wanted all three of them touching me. Filling me. Tasting me.

“Do it,” Flynn said. “Feed her your cock. She wants it.”

I gasped but nodded my head at the man standing above me. My eyes focused on his long cock as I licked my lips.

Raphael still looked worried, but I looked into his eyes. “Please?”

His expression filled with lust, and finally, he nodded. He took hold of his hard length and brought the tip to my mouth. I switched my position a little, moving my head to the other side of Spencer’s so that I had better access to Raphael.

I planted a quick kiss on the tip, and then made my lips into a circle so that he could slide into my waiting mouth.

God, he tasted good. And Flynn had apparently decided to reward my compliance, with his tongue flicking more directly across my clit.

It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Spencer filled and stretched me as he rocked back and forth. Flynn was driving me wild with his tongue. And I loved the way the skin of Raphael’s cock was soft and silky with steel underneath.

This wasn’t a position I’d ever considered before. Hell, it probably wasn’t even one they’d considered before. I had a feeling that Flynn had thought it up on the spot as the best way to keep my cast still. Who knew, maybe we’d never do it this particular way again, but I loved it. It made me feel so damn close to them. One was under me. Another was over me. The third was between my legs. There was no escaping them and I didn’t want to.

Flynn’s tongue stilled as he came up for air. “Go harder, bro. She can take it.” I didn’t know which “bro” he was talking to, but I hoped they both listened.

They did.

Spencer thrusted harder inside me, and Raphael fed me more of his tasty cock. I loved feeling filled by them, but it was Flynn’s merciless tongue that was doing the most damage.

His fingers dug into my upper thighs, holding me open as he tongued the hell out of my clit. My chest heaved as my pulse sped up. And the way Spencer was kneading my breasts drove me crazy.

Raphael’s ripped abs trembled, and I knew he was close. I swirled my tongue around, trying to match the movements of Flynn’s tongue around my clit. Spencer’s breathing was harsh in my ear.

“I’m getting close,” Raphael said. “Do you want?—”

“Fill me,” I gasped, momentarily easing up on his cock. “Both of you.”

Spencer groaned, and I could feel his abs tighten underneath me. Flynn had a death grip on my thighs, and he held me in place as his tongue went into overdrive.

I gasped, barely able to keep my lips wrapped around Raphael’s cock. God, it was amazing.

It was too much.

It was perfect.

My entire body shuddered as I braced myself as best I could. Spencer thrust as deep as he could and then held himself there. Raphael fisted my hair as he came in my mouth. And Flynn—he worked my clit so hard I thought I was going to combust.

I screamed around Raphael’s cock as I came. My back arched and I froze as wave upon wave of pleasure hit me. Spencer’s huge cock pulsed inside me, and I knew that he was coming, too. The intensity of the pleasure was so much that I could barely function, but there was something I needed to do.

Something I wanted to do.

I caught Flynn’s eye as he finally eased off my sensitive clit. He sat up between my legs and fisted his rock-hard cock. Still struggling to catch my breath, I peeled Spencer’s fingers off my breasts and cupped them myself, holding them up—and offering them to Flynn.

He nodded, his hand flying up and down his cock. Then he raised himself up to his knees and aimed his thick rod, coming on my breasts.

My eyes closed as I tried to regain my breath. Then hands clutched at me, I couldn’t even tell how many hands, as I was lifted off Spencer. I ended up on my back in the middle of the bed, but I didn’t hate being in that position anymore. Not with Spencer on one side of me, a tired but pleased expression on his face. Flynn crawled up until he was on my other side. Both brothers were pressed against me, and I loved being sandwiched between them.

Raphael collapsed on the big bed on the other side of Flynn. He looked winded, too, but he angled his arm above Flynn’s head and ran his fingers through my hair.

I’d never imagined this part of it before. The part where we all collapsed into an exhausted heap. They were all touching me, and I no longer cared which arm, leg, or cock belonged to which man. All that mattered was that I was as close to them as possible, and that we were together. After all the time I’d complained about being stuck in that bed downstairs, it was ironic that I was pretty sure I didn’t ever want to leave this one.