Roommates Box Set #4-6

25. Sierra

25

SIERRA

The next afternoon, I surveyed the wreckage of my snow fort. If ever there was a day when I needed my own place to get away and think, it was today. But as silly as it had been to sit out here in the snow before, it seemed ever more so now that the wall had crumbled.

“Going to rebuild?”

Tristan’s voice came out of nowhere and made me jump. He walked toward me with confident strides, but his expression was cautious, as if he wasn’t sure I’d want to talk to him.

Which made me sad.

“No,” I finally said. “It was too small for me anyway. I thought about calling a realtor and seeing if we can find an upgrade.”

“Like maybe a treehouse?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

He reached me and examined the broken wall, kicking a clump of snow that had fallen off. “It was an epic snowball fight.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking me in the eyes.

I knew he wasn’t talking about the snowball fight.

“I handled everything badly.”

I looked down, not disagreeing with him, but knowing things hadn’t worked out the way any of us wanted to last night. But he was still my friend, and up until the last twenty-four hours, the person I could talk to about anything. “What happened?”

He rubbed a hand over the stubble lining his jaw. “I’ve spent the whole morning trying to figure that out.”

We’d all been rather quiet and stiff with each other so far today. And I was pretty certain I wasn’t the only one who’d been unable to focus well on work.

Tristan took a deep breath and let it out, forming a little cloud in the air. “I guess… I guess it started with your dress.”

It did? “I like that dress.”

“Me, too. But… you looked so damn amazing that all of a sudden, I didn’t see you as the young woman with the ponytail that I could bounce ideas off of and brainstorm with.” He paused, and then gave a little grin. “Carter called you my work wife.”

That made me smile. It kind of felt like we were colleagues. “So what changed?”

“Just seeing you like that. My brain shut off, and you stopped being my friend, Sierra, and you became this… well, sort of like a treasure that I admired, but also needed to hoard and protect.” He paced in front of the fort. “I’m not really describing it right, but I just—I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Honestly, I didn’t do my best thinking last night, either.”

“It’s not the same, though. Drew and Carter were right. I tried to take away your autonomy, your right to make a decision for yourself. In that regard, I’m no better than the people in your past who’ve mistreated you and tried to take away your power.”

However mad I’d been last night, it was hard to feel that way today. Especially with Tristan sounding so upset with himself. “There’s a difference,” I said.

“How’s that?”

“Those people… my overbearing stage mom, and various demanding directors… they kept me down for years. You screwed up last night, and you’ve apologized for it today. That’s a big difference.”

“I just wish I’d never hurt you in the first place.”

He was still pacing, so I reached out and touched his arm, stopping him. Then I moved into him, pulling his arm over my shoulder. He tilted his head and rested his cold cheek on my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said again.

I squeezed his hand and for a while, we stood there in silence. The woods were stark, but the snow was pristine and beautiful.

“I heard you slept with Drew. I mean real sleep, not, you know…” He trailed off.

“That’s right. It was nice. I’m still tired, though. That happens to me after things get emotional.”

“I’m tired, too. Didn’t sleep well last night.” He sighed, squeezing my shoulders. “Sierra?”

“Yes?”

“Will you take a little nap with me?”

“I’d like that.”

He kept his arm around me the whole way back to the cabin.

“Oh shit,” Carter muttered. “That’s not good.”

It was after dinner—which was the first meal we’d eaten together today—and now we were in our usual spots in the living room watching videos on the screen above the fireplace.

There were a couple new clips on Lila James’ Battery Operated channel. One was her review of a high-tech air fryer. But the one we watched right now was completely different than anything I’d seen her do.

“They’re complete Luddites,” she claimed. On the screen behind her was what appeared to be a publicity photo of three handsome men.

“What does that mean?” Drew whispered.

“They’re anti-tech,” Carter answered quickly.

“Shh,” Tristan scolded. He was still a big fan of Lila’s videos.

“Down to Earth,” Lila said. “That’s the name of their show. And what do they do? Give tips on grilling a good steak. Show you how to change your oil. Yet, stats show they’re gaining popularity among women eighteen to twenty-five. Why do you think that is? I’m twenty-four, and I’ve never once had a burning desire to change my own oil.”

Carter chuckled.

“Newsflash,” she continued. “Women watch them because they’re hot.” She put up another photo of the three men, this time with the name Down to Earth underneath them. I had to admit, they were three very good-looking guys. Then Lila snapped her fingers, and the word Earth was crossed out with something else written on top of it so that it now read: Down to F*ck.

“There,” she said. “That’s why women watch them.”

Tristan whistled. “That girl wants to start a war.”

“She might just get one,” Carter agreed.

“Have any of you ever watched their show?” Drew asked.

I hadn’t, but I was kind of curious to see what it was about—and what their response might be.

The television went dark when her video was over. “Want to watch a movie?” Carter asked.

“I kind of feel like we’ve watched them all,” Drew said. “Or at least the good ones.”

“Well, we’re not playing a card game, that’s for damn sure,” Tristan said, and I nodded.

“Too bad we don’t have a jigsaw puzzle,” Drew said, and we all stared at him as if he was four. He shrugged. “It just seems like a cabin-in-the-woods kind of thing to do.”

Maybe he had a point.

“What would you like to do, Sierra?” Carter asked.

I thought about it, just as I’d been thinking about it for hours, ever since waking up from a nice nap with Tristan. “I’d like to see the upstairs bedrooms.”

Silence greeted that.

“I hoped all of you could give me a tour.”

“Are you sure?” Carter asked quietly.

“Yes.”

Tristan didn’t say anything, but when I met his eyes, something passed between us. Drew reached out and squeezed my fingers.

“All right. Why don’t you come on up in fifteen minutes?” Carter suggested.

That sounded good to me.

It was a little longer than a quarter of an hour later when I climbed the steps for the first time. I’d taken the world’s quickest shower and fixed my hair, but I kept my makeup light, now that I finally had some. I wore the dark balconette bra and panties I’d unearthed in my suitcase, along with Carter’s shimmery gray shirt on top of it.

It would’ve been sexier to wear heels or go barefoot, but I’d opted for wool socks instead. Last night was about impressing them. Tonight would be about something different.

When I got to the landing, only one door was open. To my surprise, soft light and alluring music came from it. I took a cautious step inside. Drew and Tristan sat on opposite sides of a queen-sized bed. Carter leaned against the dresser, smiling. “Welcome.”

“Thanks.” My voice was quiet, but sincere.

“I’m glad you’re finally here,” Carter continued.

“Me, too.”

He cocked his head, looking sexy as hell in his black jeans and a tight black t-shirt. “Can I have my shirt back?”

I smiled. “Not quite yet.” I’d done up the lower buttons but left the top third open. “I like the candles.” Someone had brought up the emergency candles that Tristan had set out last night. I wasn’t eager to replicate too many things from yesterday, but I appreciated the fact that we could see each other without having to use harsh electric lights.

“Is this music okay for you?” Drew asked. Since he was the IT guy, he’d probably been in charge of the sound system—which appeared to be his phone.

“It’s perfect,” I said. It was smooth and instrumental.

A little self-consciously, I sat down at the end of the bed with Drew and Tristan behind me on either side.

Carter closed the door. He didn’t need to—obviously, we were the only ones in the cabin—but it made it feel more intimate. Like we were the only people left on Earth.

He stood in front of me, and I was eye-level with the belt of his jeans. I couldn’t help thinking about yesterday when I’d seen all of him. Somehow, this felt sexier. He wasn’t showing off—he waited for me to be ready.

And I was.

Carter smiled down at me. “I heard a rumor that you’ve recently changed your opinion on kissing.” His voice was low and husky and seemed to travel straight to my core.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“How can you be sure, though, with a sample size of one?” Carter’s voice was seductive. “Maybe you should try again.”

“I’d like that,” I breathed.

He leaned down and put his index finger under my chin, tilting my head up. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine.

Oh my.

My head swam, but my body reacted. My pulse sped up and my nipples hardened as I melted under him. I had to lean my arms back to support myself. Otherwise, I would’ve fallen back onto the bed. But I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

I wondered what the other two thought, watching Carter kiss me. But then conscious thought faded as he deepened the kiss. It felt so damn good. Like a secret connection between us, even though we weren’t alone.

My only regret was that Carter and I had wasted a week tiptoeing around each other when things could’ve been this good.

At last, he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth and then pulled away. He smiled when he straightened up. “How was that?”

“Good.” I licked my swollen lips and revised my answer. “Really good.”

“I’m glad. How about one more try, for posterity?” He jerked his chin in Drew’s direction, and I nodded. He was the only one I hadn’t kissed. I cringed when I remembered how I’d stopped him from kissing me that night we came together. I’d thought I wouldn’t like it.

I was wrong.

I walked over to the side of the bed where Drew sat, and his eyes lit up. He had on a brown sweater that had always looked so soft to me. I sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and gave into the urge to stroke my fingers down his arm.

Drew cupped my face in his hands, and I wasn’t sure I deserved the way he looked at me—but it made my heart sing anyway. His kiss was soft and less insistent than Carter’s, but it felt just as good. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close as he took his time exploring my mouth. His hand slid down my body and stroked my bare thigh, sending shivers through me.

When he finally pulled away, I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds more, savoring the magic.

Carter chuckled. “Yep, I think she likes it.”

I smiled as I opened my eyes and found Tristan. “I had a good teacher.”

He reached one hand across the bed, and I had to lean all the way forward to touch my fingers to his.

“Would you like to lie back on the pillows?” he asked.

I nodded, feeling shy again. But maybe I wouldn’t if I wasn’t the only one. “Will you, too?”

“Of course,” Tristan said. “Tonight’s all about you.”

I scooted my way to the middle of the bed, well aware that the movements made the large dress shirt I was wearing bunch up. But then Drew was there, adjusting the pillows behind me. He stretched out beside me and stroked my hair away from my face. Tristan settled in on my other side, reaching a long finger out to trace my lips.

Carter seemed to know that I felt a little self-conscious, because he blew out a few of the candles. The darkness felt more intimate, but I could still see a little.

The bed shifted as Carter crawled onto it, his long limbs straddling mine. “Do you think you’d like being kissed all over?”

Oh god. My gulp was audible across the room. I’d thought about it. Wondered how it might feel, but I’d never experienced it. I’d never pretended to onscreen. It certainly wasn’t part of the sex scene I’d filmed last year. Action stars like Aiden Hunt didn’t go down on women.

But apparently, these guys did.

“We can take it as slow as you’d like,” Tristan whispered in my ear. His hand settled on my stomach, pressing the silky shirt against my heated skin. My muscles tensed up until I filled my lungs with a deep breath.

Drew slid a finger along my collarbone, tracing along the top of my breasts. I moaned as he slid his finger along my cleavage. When he got to the first button that was fastened, he gave it a little tug. “May I?” he whispered.

Not quite trusting my voice, I nodded as my body trembled in anticipation.

Drew undid one button, spreading the two halves of the shirt wider, kissing my breast just above the bra cup. Then he undid another button, and Tristan kissed me on the other side.

My hips ground in little circles as anticipation filled me. Drew and Tristan took turns kissing and nibbling on my breasts until all the buttons were undone and the shirt fell open.

Carter gave a low whistle as he gazed at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The intensity of his voice made my face flush with pleasure.

Tristan cupped my breast, squeezing it through the fabric of the cup. It felt so good that I instinctively turned toward him, and he nuzzled my neck. Drew caressed my other breast and I didn’t know which way to turn.

Large hands rubbed up and down my thighs. Carter straddled my knees, not putting his weight on me. His gaze was on my breasts as he rubbed my legs.

He’d taken off his shirt, but he still had his jeans on.

“So many sensations,” I moaned. Carter’s large hands covered so much territory.

“Is it too much?” Tristan asked.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know—not yet.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure I knew which way was up anymore.

“Let us know if it gets to be too much,” Drew said, and I nodded.

Carter leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of my hips. He buried his face in my cleavage, nuzzling me with his nose. He actually bit down on the lacy edge of one of the cups and gave a little tug. Then he released it, and said, “Can we take this off?”

Shyly, I nodded.

Almost as if they’d choreographed it, Carter slipped his arm under me and pulled me to a sitting position. He claimed my mouth again as the sleeves of Carter’s shirt were pulled off my arms. A warm hand undid the clasp behind me. The kiss was so intense I didn’t even realize I was topless until a large hand cupped my breast and a thumb rolled my nipple.

It was Carter, I realized, because the hand moved when he gently laid me back on the bed. Then he put his head back between my breasts, this time making a long lick up my cleavage. His warm breath spread over my skin, and my nipples hardened into little points.

“Have a taste,” Carter said to the other two, turning me on because he had offered me to them. I never would’ve thought he was a man who knew how to share.

Drew moved in first, taking a tentative lick at my nipple, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. “Can you take off your shirt?” I whispered. I was nearly naked, wearing only my panties, and the men were mostly still dressed.

He obliged, and Tristan did, too. Now all of us were shirtless.

Carter planted a kiss on my ribcage, then another on my abdomen. I held my breath, wondering where the next one would be, but then I got distracted by Tristan’s lips closing around my nipple.

God, it felt good when he sucked it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. I didn’t even have time to contemplate how good it felt when the intensity doubled. Drew had his mouth on my other side, and the two men’s techniques were just different enough to send my senses into overload.

I groaned, lifting my hips slightly off the bed. Carter moved his hands to my hips, stroking above and below my panties. Then he slid a finger under each side, stretching the fabric. “May I?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I moaned, but it was as much in response to the wonderful sensation on my breasts as Carter’s question. He waited, his eyes on mine. I looked over Drew and Tristan’s hair and nodded to Carter.

To my surprise, his fingers slid away from my panties. His weight shifted on the bed, and I felt a warm breath on my hip. Carter took a long lick across my heated skin, tugging on the side of my panties. It took me a moment to register that he’d slid them down with his mouth. I had to fight to keep my hips from grinding against him once I realized that.

He moved to the other side, and that’s what he did for several minutes. He tugged one side of the panties down, then the other. It was only when they were down around the tops of my thighs that he used his hands to pull them the rest off.

My breath came out in shuddery gasps as Tristan and Drew worked my nipples with their talented mouths. And then there was another mouth on me, or near me. I felt warm air on my mound and Carter’s large hands on my thighs again.

This time, I parted them slightly.

It was all the invitation Carter needed. His strong hands eased my legs apart, and I gasped as a long finger stroked my heated slit.

His lips barely nuzzled my folds, and I moaned.

As if answering a request, Tristan reached down and hooked his arm under my thigh. He pulled my leg toward him, my knee bending as he spread me further open.

For the first time in my life, I felt a tongue touch my seam, and I shuddered at the sensation. At all the sensations. Tristan and Drew’s amazing touch had tension building up inside me, and I was pretty sure Carter would be the one to push me over the edge.

Drew copied Tristan, rubbing my leg before grasping it and bending it up toward my chest, giving Carter all the room he needed. His large hands slid under my ass, kneading and squeezing as he tilted my pelvis up, as if raising a glass to his mouth to drink from.

Except he didn’t drink, he tasted. And nibbled. And stroked.

It felt amazing. I would’ve squirmed all over the bed if there weren’t so many hands and mouths on me at the moment.

“Just relax and let it happen,” Carter whispered. Then his long fingers spread my folds, giving his tongue more access. He alternated between long, slow strokes and quick flicks across my clit.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

Drew plunged his free hand into my hair, stroking and fisting it. The sensations grew. It was like every part of my body was being caressed at once. How did anyone survive this onslaught of pleasure?

My hips bounced off the bed as Carter made his tongue into a point and attacked my clit. Tristan sucked my nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to tease the sensitive skin around it. Drew captured my other nipple in his teeth, tugging lightly.

The sounds of my ragged breathing filled the room, and then it happened.

Carter slid his finger up my slit, circling my clit before moving back down again and pressing at my entrance. He sucked my clit into his mouth as his finger circled… and circled… and circled… until my whole world exploded.

I screamed, my back arching. The pleasure exploded through me in the most powerful waves I’d ever felt. My limbs trembled, but these men had me. They held me down. They nursed my orgasm until I thought it would never stop. And when it finally did, they eased off gently. Letting me enjoy the trembling aftershocks. Letting me try to catch my breath even though my chest heaved.

When I could finally breathe again, Tristan leaned over and kissed me long and hard while one of the other men lightly stroked my stomach. Then it was Drew’s turn to kiss me again.

Carter sat back on his knees, and I eased my legs down, trapping him between them. I vowed right then and there to never think of him as Otto again.

When I trusted myself to speak, I looked up at him. “Please,” I whispered. “I want it to be tonight.”

He knew exactly what I meant. I wanted to lose my virginity right now with three amazing men.

He nodded. “I know just the man for the job.” He paused, and my heart rate quickened as I waited for his verdict. Then he nodded at Drew.

Shock flickered across Drew’s face, but then he turned to me. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I said, meaning it.

He tilted his head down and kissed the corner of my mouth. He peppered little kisses along my jawline until he reached my ear. “I’m so glad,” he whispered.

“Me, too,” I whispered back.

Drew got off the bed and unfastened his jeans while Carter crawled to my side. My eyes widened as Drew slid his pants and underwear off together. I’d seen his large cock before, but it was different, knowing it was going inside me.

Drew climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs.

Carter looked at my face, no doubt seeing the longing there. “Fist yourself,” he told Drew. “Let her see what she’s going to get.”

His words made me even wetter as I stared at the way Drew handled his hard dick. I couldn’t wait to feel it push inside me, but there was something else I wanted, too.

I reached out to the side, my index finger snagging the waistband of Tristan’s pants. “I want to see you guys fist yourselves, too. I want us to come together.”

Triston’s cock twitched under his pants, but he looked torn. “Tonight is all about you, sweetheart.”

“And that’s what I want,” I told him. The way my hips were undulating again should’ve been proof of that.

I turned my gaze onto Carter, who also looked uncharacteristically uncertain. I stroked the huge bulge in his jeans with my index finger. “Come on, take it out,” I said to him. Then I grinned. “If I have to beat your ass in strip poker again, I’ll do it.”

That made him grin. “We’re not talking about last night,” he said, his reprimand accompanied by a sharp pinch to my nipple—which only served to turn me on more.

Drew slid his finger along my slit. When he caught my eye, he put his finger to his lips and sucked it. Then he patted his stomach, as if signaling he’d just tasted something delicious.

I grinned, gasping as he slid his finger back to my folds and pushed against my clit. It was still sensitive from my orgasm, which I figured he knew. These men seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of when to give pleasure and when to push the envelope a bit.

The sound of louder breathing came from my right, and my eyes widened as Carter fisted his hard cock, treating it rougher than Drew had his own. Tristan’s cock was out, too. He thumbed my nipple with one hand while he stroked himself with the other.

And now it was Drew’s turn. I stared at him, his powerful chest. His rock-hard cock. His kind eyes gleaming with excitement at the moment. I looked him over and said one word. “Please.”

He nodded and lined his cock up with my entrance. I braced myself for his thrust, but he used his hand to guide the thick head up and down my slit. My body tensed as I waited, but the others seemed to realize that. Tristan stroked his hand all over my torso, as if he were calming a skittish horse. And Carter leaned down and gave me a far gentler kiss than I would’ve imagined he was capable of.

When his lips left mine, I took a deep breath. Then I looked Drew in the eyes.

I was ready.

The head of his thick cock pushed against my opening, as if testing it. I took deep breaths, forcing myself to relax my muscles. It wasn’t an easy thing to do because every cell of my body anticipated Drew’s first thrust.

And then it happened. He pushed into me with a firm stroke, and my back arched off the bed. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he stretched my inner walls. The sensation of being filled was foreign to me—but it also made me want more.

My back crashed back down on the bed, and I gulped in air. I bit my lip as I looked up at Drew, nodding my head. I was ready for more.

He pulled back in a long, smooth stroke and pushed in again. I gasped at how good it felt. The friction, the way I could feel every inch push into me—it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

Carter smoothed my hair away from my brow, where beads of sweat had formed. He watched my face, no doubt seeing my eyes widening with each thrust.

Blindly, I reached out toward him as Drew continued to drive himself inside me. My fingers only touched the rough denim of his jeans, but then he chuckled and guided my hand to the tip of his cock. I closed my fingers around the head, feeling it vibrated as he stroked himself. I rubbed my thumb along the slit at the top, and he moaned.

Drew pushed into me again, his deepest stroke yet, and I gasped. My limbs trembled as the intensity built, but there was something I had to do before I’d succumb to the pleasure.

Reaching my other hand out, I somehow managed to touch Tristan’s face. He gave a low chuckle as he captured my wrist and kissed my fingertips. Then, like Carter had, he guided my hand to the tip of his cock.

I didn’t know how best to touch them, but that was something I wanted to learn. There were many things they could teach me, and I wanted to learn them all. But for right now, I did my best to massage the heads of their hard dicks while they stroked themselves… and Drew pumped his cock into me.

I bent my knees, placing my feet flat on the mattress so that he had more access. He went even deeper and I groaned, vibrations rippling through my body.

“Oh god,” I moaned as Drew leaned forward, treating me to a series of short, quick thrusts. Then he sat back, taking longer, slower strokes again.

Carter placed his free hand over my abdomen, pressing down in a way that almost made me come. He slid his hand down, and the tip of his finger unerringly found my clit.

My cries went up an octave, and my breath came out in huge, shuddery gasps. “Please,” I chanted in time with my breathing rapidly increasing.

The orgasm approaching was going to kill me—I could already sense its power, and I was okay with that. I wanted it to overwhelm me. I wanted Drew to make me scream. I wanted them to come with me.

I wanted this for myself and all of us.

Carter worked my clit as hard as he worked his cock. I could barely keep my fingers on his tip, but we were all approaching the point of no return.

Drew drove into me hard, and my whole body trembled.

“She’s close,” Tristan grunted, sounding pretty damn close himself. Drew was, too. There was an intense, almost pained expression on his face as he drove into me again and again and again.

He grabbed onto my hips as he cried out, pushing his cock as deep inside me as it’d go, holding it there as he groaned.

My hips lifted off the bed as every muscle in my body froze for one long, endless moment. But Carter expertly worked my clit, and I exploded into a million pieces as the orgasm tore through me. My cries were so loud that it barely registered that Carter and Tristan were coming, too.

My back arched and I fought for breath as the sensations coursed through me. The waves of pleasure made me tremble even after Carter eased off my clit. It was pleasure almost to the point of pain, but there was nothing I could do except let the feeling rule me.

With a final cry, Drew collapsed on me, his spent cock sliding out. He hugged me around the waist as his head rose and fell from my harsh breathing.

The four of us remained that way, panting, exhausted, but satiated for quite some time. Then Tristan smoothed back my hair. “Are you all right?”

My mouth was too dry from all the shouting to answer, so I just nodded. Finally, after several tries, I managed to whisper, “Never better.”

“I’m so glad,” he said, and the smile he gave me filled my heart.

Drew was still recovering, but Carter had already tucked himself away, staring at my face. The expression on his face wasn’t knowing or arrogant or cocky.

If I had to guess, I’d say it was happy.

I crooked my finger at him, wanting him to lean down so I wouldn’t have to speak too loudly.

“I slept with Drew the other night,” I began. “And I took a nap with Tristan earlier today. Tonight, I want to sleep with all three of you.”

Carter planted a kiss on my forehead. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”