4. Chapter Four #3
“No,” Nico said from my left.
The sting of the slap had my mouth dropping open in shock. “No?” I questioned.
Nico grinned wickedly and shook his head. “No, Maya. You aren’t in charge here. You will wait patiently while Marcos preps your ass before they both will fuck you.”
Still in shock, my mind not comprehending what I was hearing. “But—”
“No,” Nico said again. He leveled me with stern expression that made me close my mouth and listen. “Good girl.” He gave me a nod when he realized that I wasn’t going to speak further.
Butterflies fluttered in my belly from his praise, something I’d never understood before—why praise made me feel so good.
Nico moved closer to me, taking a seat on the couch next to Jason—now low to the floor without the cushions on it—and spread his thighs. His impressive cock jutted out from the patch of blond hair and stood waiting for attention. “Come ’ere.” He motioned for me to lean forward.
I licked my lips, my mouth watering, already knowing what he expected from me. His hand caressed the side of my face before he slid his fingers into my hair and guided me toward his cock, all while Marcos continue to scissor and twist his fingers in my ass.
“Good girl,” Nico murmured.
Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I licked his tip, wetting it and tasting the salty precum already leaking from him. I moaned deeply when Marcos pulled his fingers out of my ass and squeezed more lube into and around my hole. A moment later the blunt head of his cock slipped inside me.
I gasped around Nico’s dick, as Marcos thrusted, propelling me forward, causing me to swallow several more inches of Nico. “Fuuuuck,” the three men groaned together.
I shivered as I thought about how I might look, pinned amongst them, in the middle of the living room where Lita or Kara could walk out and see us at any moment.
It made me feel dirty, like a whore, and that made me come alive.
I moaned low and deep around Nico’s cock, hoping to spur the men into moving.
I desperately needed them to fuck me, and fuck me now . They took the hint, Jason and Marcos began to move. And it was heaven, utter fucking heaven. They moved slowly at first, figuring out a rhythm, before they picked up speed.
“Fuck, I can feel each fucking barbell,” Marcos grunted.
Jason chuckled darkly. “You’re welcome.”
I was a moaning mess, barely able to contribute to Nico’s blow job as he wrapped his fist around my hair and thrusted his hips up, and fucked into my mouth with little assistance from me.
I only gagged once before I took a deep breath and opened my jaw wider, letting him slip into the back of my throat.
When my face was nestled in the patch of hair at his base, he groaned before he began to fuck me fully. I had one hand on his thigh and one hand on Jason’s shoulder for support, but I was quickly losing my strength.
My orgasm ripped out of my body before I even felt the tingling in my spine. My entire body jerked and shuddered as the intense waves of pleasure rolled over me.
“Fucking hell.” Jason grunted as I clamped down on both him and Marcos.
“Oh fuck.” Marcos swore, his fingers on my hips clamping down.
“So fucking good. Don’t stop.” Nico panted, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I was lost to my pleasure, barely realizing when his dick twitched in my mouth. He pulled back far enough for me to breathe before he came with a groan, flooding my mouth with his cum. Moaning, I swallowed him down, lapping at his slit for more.
I swiveled my hips and smirked as both Jason and Marcos swore again, before they sped up their pace. It wasn’t long before the both of them were tensing and jerking with their orgasm. Nico finally let go of my hair and I slowly pulled off his cock, licking my lips.
I swayed, unsteady, as I tried to sit upright.
Jason’s and Marcos’s hands were there to steady me, as I swayed. “Easy,” Marcos muttered.
I leaned back against his chest and sighed.
“You were fucking amazing,” Jason murmured.
I smiled lazily and closed my eyes. I could easily fall asleep between them. Groaning as Marcos slowly pulled out of me and pushed me forward against Jason. I snuggled into him, resting my face in the crook of neck, while he wrapped his arms around me and held me gently.
“So fucking good for us,” Jason whispered into my ear. He pressed a kiss to my temple and ran his hand down my spine.
A moment later, Marcos returned to the living room with a warm washcloth in his hand. The guys helped me slide off Jason’s cock and sprawl out on the cushions. Marcos cleaned my folds before he tossed the rag at Jason, to clean himself with.
Exhausted and feeling good, I rolled to my side, facing Jason and promptly passed out.
The next morning, I woke feeling beautifully sore and rested. It was still dark in the living room, and I was nestled between a still sleeping Jason and Nico. I glanced around, finding Marcos asleep on the other side of Nico. My bladder forced me out of the cocoon of warmth I was surrounded in.
I moved carefully, as to not wake the sleeping men, and found my clothes folded on the arm of the couch.
I scooped them up and walked quickly into the bathroom.
I used the facilities before I eyed the shower.
Looking around, I found extra towels in a linen closet and decided a shower was in my best interest.
Sweaty, sticky, and sore from the night before, I reveled in the hot water cascading over my body. Using the products in the shower, I washed quickly with a clean washcloth I had grabbed when finding a towel. I was just rinsing off, when the door opened and Marcos walked in.
His dark eyes were hooded as he closed the door behind him. Only wearing boxers, he quickly shed them before he slid open the glass door and stepped into the shower with me. I kept quiet, not moving from under the stream of water as he stepped toward me—only to hiss in pain and jump back.
I smirked .
“Jesus fucking Christ !” he whisper-yelled. Thankfully he kept his voice down and didn’t wake up Lita or Kara.
“It’s barely even warm, you big baby,” I shot at him.
“Fucking spawn of Satan.”
I laughed quietly and tilted my head back in the warm water, enjoying the feel of it loosening my stiff muscles.
Marcos stepped into me, using my body to shield himself from the scalding water, he reached around me to turn the temperature down. I didn’t move as he pressed against me, wrapping his arms around my back. Leaning over me, he bent his head down and pressed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss.
I sighed and leaned into him, sliding my hands up his now wet chest and around his neck.
Moaning softly as he opened his mouth and our kiss turned more passionate, I reminded myself to keep quiet.
I did not want to wake Lita. How embarrassing would that be?
It was bad enough that I fucked three guys on the living room floor, where anyone could have walked in on.
But waking up Marco’s mom while I was in the shower, naked with her son…
not on my list of things to do for the day.
Marcos on the other hand, had his own agenda.
He picked me up and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. I had to stifle a gasp when my back hit the cold wall of the shower.
Marcos snuck a hand between our bodies to slide a finger through my folds, checking my wetness, before he grabbed his cock and slowly slid inside me .
I moaned softly, digging my nails into his shoulders as I clung to him. I was still swollen and sore from the night before, but his cock was caressing all my most intimate places, and drove me wild. “Fuck,” I gasped, breaking our kiss.
He kissed his way down my jaw to my neck, sucking wet kisses into my skin. He fucked me slowly, sensually, setting a lazy pace that was quickly pushing me toward the edge. My breathing picked up, as the tell-tale tingle gathered in my spine.
Marcos captured my lips again, just as my walls clamped down on him and I came with a low groan into his mouth.
He swallowed down my cries as his hips thrusted faster, chasing his own orgasm.
It wasn’t long after he was following me over the edge, his knees almost buckling, as his release reared out of him.
We broke our kiss, panting for air. I leaned my head back against the shower wall and watched him. He slowly opened his dark eyes and rubbed a hand over his dark buzzed hair. “Maya, you’re amazing,” he murmured in awe.
I blushed slightly and had to look away when the reverence in his stare was too much. “Do the three of you do that often?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Do what?”
“Fuck women at the same time?”
His fingers wrapped around my chin, guiding my face up to look at him. “Yes, there’s been others,” he admitted, his eyes serious. “But never like that. ”
I wondered what he meant by that, but someone was knocking on the door. “You about done in there?” Kara asked softly from the other side of the door.
“Yeah,” I replied. I pulled away from Marcos, ignoring his probing stare. I grabbed my towel and quickly wrapped it around myself.
Marcos shut off the water while I dressed quickly into my pjs. I tossed Marcos a clean towel from the linen closet and used mine to wrap my hair up. Once I was sure the two of us were covered, I snuck out of the warm bathroom and across the hall to Kara’s bedroom.
Kara gave me a sleepy grin when I walked in. “Have fun?”
I sighed and leaned back against the door, feeling star-struck. “You have no idea.”
Kara just laughed. “My mom will be up soon. I just wanted to make sure you guys were decent and covered before she got up. Nothing like walking out to a pile of naked bodies in the living room.”
I giggled and moved away from the door.
“Come to bed.” Kara patted the mattress next to her. “It’s too early to be awake.”
I grinned and took a seat next to her. Grabbing my backpack off the floor, I pulled out my hair brush and quickly brushed out my long locks. From the hallway I could hear Marcos leaving the bathroom and heading back out to the hall. “We weren’t loud last night, were we?”
“Girl, I put in headphones and have no idea.”
I yawned and put my brush away. With my hair brushed out, I wrapped it up like I was going to put it in a clip, then laid down next to Kara, using a spare pillow.
I’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep, I could use some more, and maybe avoid an awkward morning after with Marcos, Jason, and Nico.
I didn’t know where I stood with them, and wasn’t about to get my heart broken over a one-night stand.
Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, because when me and Kara woke up several hours later and headed out to the living room, we found it empty and cleaned up, the cushions put back to rights and the blankets put away.
On the coffee table in the middle of the room, there was a folded piece of paper with my name on it.
Opening it, I found a short note saying, “Had a great time.” Next to the scrawled chicken scratch was their names and numbers, all three of them.
I tucked the note in my pocket, deciding I’d figured out what to do with them later.