Chapter Twenty-Three
W hen we were ready to go back home, my father said his teary goodbyes and even spared a nod for my boyfriends. My brother, on the other hand…
“I’m not one for violence,” Seth said with terrifying calmness. “But if you break my sister’s heart I will find your most embarrassing photos or social media blunders and I will make them trending . Do we understand each other?”
Elijah was mildly amused, Rowan accepted the threat as a promise, but poor Chester… the redhead was clutching his own shirt and nodding rapidly.
“Understood! Yes, sir! Please don’t do that!” he said to the younger man in a shaky voice, then muttered so low I barely caught the words. “…there are so many stupid photos of me on the internet. So many. I don’t want to become a meme.”
Using all my willpower to keep a straight face, I herded my lovers to the car. Once we were comfortably sitting inside, the driver took us away. I watched my old home disappear from the view and thought about all the new good memories I had made there. Maybe I would find it in myself to visit this place more often and not only on Thanksgiving.
The journey passed uneventfully, and we were escorted to a small airport that specialized in catering to the wealthy elite. Thanks to that, we didn’t have to spend a long time in queues, waiting to be checked in and scanned. The process was smooth and quick and soon we boarded the small jet belonging to my father.
After the crew welcomed us aboard, went through all the procedures, and then served us drinks and snacks after the liftoff, we were finally left alone.
“I can’t believe we are on a private jet!” Chester exclaimed, his face practically glued to the window.
“Broken record.” Rowan rolled his eyes. Understandable, as the redhead has spent all the way here gushing about the flight.
“I had the pleasure to fly a few times before, but, wow, this is on another level,” Elijah ran a reverent hand over the comfy and stylish leather seats, then reached to take a sip of his champagne.
“No screaming children is the biggest advantage for me,” I said. I was about to make myself comfortable in my own seat but… “Another thing I like is the privacy.”
Elijah yelped when I plonked myself right onto his lap and kissed him.
After the initial surprise, the writer groaned and kissed me back, his hands hovering over my sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them. I reached down and pressed them against my back.
“I know we aren’t quite home yet… but if you wanted a bit of fun… both of you.” I looked over at Chester, remembering my taunting promise of more pleasure to follow. Then my eyes slid to Rowan. I found his eyes already darkening with lust. “All of you.”
Elijah gulped, his cheeks growing redder by the minute.
“What about the crew? Won’t they hear us?” he asked, casting a furtive glance at the closed door.
“Nope! It’s a jet designed for billionaires. It’s made so that business deals and other sensitive information can be discussed here.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s all they need the soundproofing for,” Chester snorted.
“Lucky for us, isn’t it?” I said and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt so that I could kiss him while still sitting on Elijah like a queen on a throne.
“Fuck yeah, let’s join the mile-high club!” Chester panted out between the kisses we traded.
Rowan’s hand settled on my back, waiting for me to lead this. I took it for his approval of Chester’s plan, but I needed to make sure everyone was on board with this.
“All of us or no one,” I said firmly, then cupped Elijah’s face. “If you don’t want this, just say so, sunshine.”
He ducked his head, the embarrassment getting the best out of him.
“I can… I can at least watch. We will see about more?” he still stammered out.
I kissed him on the nose.
“How about you hold me while Chester and Rowan do wicked things to me?” I whispered, my breath sliding over the shell of his sensitive ear.
“Yeah. I would like that,” Elijah said, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow.
“Lovely! But first I need to get rid of those clothes.” I stood up, took a step back and splayed my arms wide. “Gentlemen, do your worst.”
Chester fell upon me like the chaotic beast he was, pulling at this and that without a rhyme and reason, while Rowan took a more methodical approach. He knew perfectly well what he was doing and how much strength he was applying, so when my pantyhose ripped I was certain it was on purpose.
“Ups, it broke,” Chester giggled. “I guess there’s no saving it. We may as well…”
I swore as two sets of hands grabbed at the poor fabric, literally tearing the pantyhose off me. A moan slipped from my lips as I felt the force, the wildness of it against my skin.
Soon after, I was pushed into Elijah’s arms completely naked. I clung to him with my arms and buried my face in his neck as my legs were kicked apart by Rowan. I thought he would take advantage of the position, but I felt him step back as Chester took his place.
“I guess I will get there before you, after all,” he grinned at Elijah, who sank a bit into his seat as if he wanted to hide. Chester stared. “No way. No fucking way! Lisa?!”
“Visiting a garden often means plucking flowers…” I couldn’t help but deliver the answer through, heh, a flowery metaphor for taking Elijah’s virginity.
“I can’t believe I’m the last Pokemon to be collected,” Chester groaned.
“It doesn’t matter how you start. It matters how you finish.” I batted my eyelashes at him and he puffed up. “Besides, don’t worry, I know you are a shiny.”
Chester laughed at the reference to being the rarest of Pokemon. I could nerd out with the best of them and he loved it.
“It seems I am the one who had caught you now,” Chester said and ran appreciative hands along my back.
“I let myself be caught. And now I’m getting impatient. Come on, fuck me,” I wriggled my ass. “For someone who spent so much time whining that he had to wait so long—ah!”
My words turned into a breathy gasp as Chester pushed into me.
Elijah’s arms held me securely, supporting me with loving care as Chester’s cock sank deep into me. He wasn’t as long as Rowan or as thick as Elijah, but he definitely made up for it with enthusiasm. Ever seen bunnies fucking? He was like one of those, but on speed.
“Fuck!” I gasped out as he pistoned into me. “Are you a vibrator? How do I turn you to a lower setting?”
“Sorry,” Chester gasped out, forcing himself to slow down. “It’s just… so good. It’s like you were made for me. Did it… did it not feel good for you?”
What was with this scolded dog act? I hid my blushing face in Elijah’s hair.
“It felt good. Too good,” I mumbled.
I could feel Chester perk up. Including his cock.
“Oh?” he asked, and I knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are you so thirsty for it you were about to come, Lisa?”
I glared over my shoulder.
“Do you want to bet who is going to come first? Because I will put my money down it will be you,” I sneered.
“You’re on.” Chester gave me a manic grin in response.
His strategy was to fuck me slowly instead of the frenzied pace from before. That was not fair! My body was getting hotter and hotter, but I wasn’t about to lose the bet without some dirty tricks of my own.
I let my eyes water a little, then looked pitifully at Elijah.
“I can’t stand it… make him fuck me properly,” I pleaded.
Elijah’s eyes flared golden.
“Chester!” He barked out. “Fuck her harder. Faster. Fuck her better .”
For a moment I thought I would come there on the spot from just hearing the shy, proper Elijah using such crass language and being so authoritative, but I bit my lip and managed to change the urge to come into a shiver through my body. When Chester indeed started to fuck me hard and fast again I hung just by a thread.
When he spilled into me with a stuttering moan I followed almost immediately, my legs shaking as I let myself go and the waves of pleasure slammed into me. I collapsed into Elijah’s arms, a puddle of goo capable only of whimpering.
“That was cheating!” Chester panted out as he pulled out of me. I could feel his cum drip down my legs. “Elijah, how could you? Using your powers as our leader for evil?!”
“It was in service of our mate, so it couldn’t be evil,” Elijah sniffed. I could see he was pleased with the stunt he pulled. He apparently, what, whammied Chester with his cat-shifter powers?
A quick glance at the grin on the redhead’s face as he collapsed on the seat next to Elijah told me the protests were only banter and there were no hard feelings.
“I feel empty,” I purred. “If only there was someone who could help me…”
My taunting summons worked and Rowan stepped forward. He did stuff my hole, but not the one that I expected. I moaned protests around the callused fingers invading my mouth, but Rowan made nothing of it and only played with my tongue as he addressed Elijah.
“Do you want her mouth?”
My heart stuttered as my eyes met Elijah’s burning gaze. The man licked his lips, warring with himself, then admitted, “Yes.”
“Good,” was all Rowan said, as he pulled me away from the softness of Elijah’s chest and pushed me down on my knees between his legs.
I can work with this. I can very much work with this , I thought.
My mouth-watering, I reached to unbuckle Elijah’s pants. Rowan used my preoccupation with the other man to surprise me by sliding his hand under my body. Those clever digits found my clit and rubbed, not making the work of pulling Elijah’s cock out any easier.
Fortunately, I thrived on this kind of challenge. When I finally mastered the damn zipper, I hungrily reached inside Elijah’s underwear to pull out his fat cock. It throbbed in my hand as I took my first taste, my tongue leaping out to scoop a drop of precum gathering at the top. I moaned as it spread over my tongue, conditioned to associate the saltiness and the musky scent with the heat pulsing between my legs.
“Stop playing,” Rowan’s rough voice said as if he wasn’t the one who had previously teased me for hours during our TV marathon. When I opened my mouth to seal my lips around the crown of Elijah’s cock, Rowan’s rough hand tangled in my hair.
And then pushed me down.
If my mouth wasn’t suddenly full I would moan but I could only make a muffled gurgle as my lips stretched wider, and wider, and wider, until I stuffed my mouth full of Elijah’s cock. It was truly a treat, the girth of his dick a challenge that strained the corners of my lips, but I wanted to take it all. To swallow him down until he entered my throat.
Tiny groans escaped Elijah’s mouth as I sucked on his cock. He was trying to look at me, to take in the vision I had to be, to etch how I looked on my knees into his brain, but his eyes kept shutting as the sensations overwhelmed him. This was his first blowjob, and I was going to make it the best one.
When I sank lower and stubbornly pushed the flared crown of his cock into my throat, he threw his head back with a shout. He looked like he was having a religious experience. His expression was awed, mouth open and panting, his body shuddering under my hands.
I could tell he was already on the edge and I didn’t want this to end so soon, so I pulled off his cock with a wet pop.
My lungs barely took in the first proper shuddering breaths before all the air was knocked out of me when Rowan took this moment to slide into me. In one powerful thrust he was buried in me and I sent thanks to all the gods I could remember that his cock was so long even in this position it filled me completely, leaving no space for anything else.
“Wow, just look at you,” Chester said with awe from where he was lounging next to us. He bounced back from his orgasm much too quickly for my liking. Next time, I would have to wreck him even more. “You are a mess, Lisa. I wish I could draw you like this…”
“You can… ah… you can draw her…” Rowan said, and I was gratified by how breathy his voice sounded. He wasn’t as vocal as Elijah or Chester, so wringing any sound out of him, both outside and inside the bedroom, was a feat I was proud of.
I squeezed around Rowan just to hear him groan.
“Wait, you are right!” Chester said. He was stunned by the suggestion only for a second, then he lunged for his bag and quickly returned with a sketching pad in hand. “Smile for me, precious,” the dumbass said.
My cursing at him was intelligible, as I tried to swear at him with a cock in my mouth.
“Ladies shouldn’t speak with their mouth full,” the redhead taunted and I may have lunged at him if only I wasn’t speared by two cocks, suspended between my two lovers, and if at that moment Rowan didn’t snap his hips forward so hard stars danced in front of my eyes.
“Nngh,” the indescribable sound of bliss was the only thing that escaped my mouth in answer. The sound of a pencil scribbling on paper faded in the background as my attention narrowed to the way Rowan and Elijah had established a rhythm together. Now, when their cocks pushed in they did so at the same time.
I have never been so stuffed, so full in my life.
Control of the situation slipped from between my fingers as I let myself be carried away on the wave of sensation. Between four hands… no wait, five — Chester had to be the one petting my hair — I drowned in bliss, my body shaking as it was taken to new heights.
I came before even Elijah did, hands scrambling to anchor myself against the floor, against the seat, against my lovers. My body seized, then relaxed almost too much; Rowan had to take a firm grip on my hips for me not to slide to the floor.
Elijah noticed how languid I was even when he was seconds from coming himself and tried to pull out of my mouth. Such a gentleman. I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward until he was fucking in my mouth, lost in his pleasure. I didn’t want to be a lady now.
I wanted to be their slut.
Draw me like one of your French girls, I thought feverishly, knowing Chester was striving to capture the moment of my debasement.
Elijah exploded in my mouth with a cry. The salty taste of cum spread over my tongue, my tastebuds tingling with the potent flavor. I swallowed the milky fluid down, letting the warmth slide down my throat and settle in my stomach like a prize.
One more to go.
Elijah’s softening cock slipped from my lips and I said goodbye to it with a butterfly kiss. Then I braced myself against my lover and twisted as much as I could to look at Rowan over my shoulder.
“Please, please, make me fly .”
As Rowan answered my cries by pounding into me with furious abandon, I let my gaze drift to the skies outside the plane’s window. The fluffy clouds really made it look as if I was already in seventh heaven but I truly reached the promised land when Rowan spilled inside of me with a curse, his panted breaths pressed to my back as his hips rolled, chasing after the last sparks of fire burning his body.
The warm feeling of being so needed, wanted, craved by three men spread through my mind as now I had the proof of those feelings inside of me. With a shudder and a gasp, I orgasmed once more, allowing myself the freefall of completion.
I give the Mile High Club five stars out of five . Would recommend to friends , I thought as Chester insisted I stay naked until the very last possible minute so that he could draw me all languid and fucked out.