Chapter Sixteen
Rosie
I don’t remember falling asleep in the truck or being carried into the house, but I must have been because it’s nearly dark and I’m back in my bed again, though this time, I haven’t awoken to any terrible dreams. In fact, I’m really well rested, and there’s some kind of tranquility in my chest that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it’s the talk I had with April, or the peace I found on Owen’s chest as he drove me home. Who knows? Either way, I’m feeling more like myself.
Rolling toward my phone, I check the clock. It’s almost six. Ugh, I can’t believe I slept that long. Clearly, my body is recovering from all the stress.
“You’re up.” Owen crawls into bed beside me, nuzzling the back of my neck. “I was starting to worry. You sleep any better?”
I nod and snuggle back into his touch. “Yeah, don’t remember a single dream. What have you guys been up to?”
He breathes hot air against the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. “We hung around, played cards, listened for you. I think you’re gonna have trouble sleeping tonight unless we get up and do something active for a while.”
A wide grin lifts onto my face. “ Active? Hmm… I could think of some active things we could all do.”
“I heard that, and I’m down.” Hawk crawls in on the opposite side of me, peppering kisses against my shoulder as Moose leans against the frame of the door with a half-smile.
I’ve thought about this a lot over the last few days. Hell, I’ve been imagining Barbie’s Dreamhouse since I was a little girl, but I never got this far in any of the fantasies.
“So, how does this work?”
“Which part?” Owen rubs my back as he talks.
“The virginity thing. How do we figure out who deflowers me?” A smile widens my face. “Don’t make me decide.”
Owen kisses my neck gently as Hawk leans me back onto the bed. “I want you to feel good. I like… watching. It turns me on. I want to study the look on your face when you get fucked for the first time.”
I swallow hard and sigh as I let an image of Owen watching one of the guys fuck me permeate. For some reason, it feels so wrong to let one of the other guys take me first. I’ve spent so many years with Owen. He’s my best friend. “Owen, you begged me to save my virginity for you.”
“I begged you not to give yourself to a stranger.” He kisses the lobe of my ear. “We’re all taking you tonight. It doesn’t matter who goes first.”
“We done discussing everything,” Moose groans harshly, “because I need you guys up here and this little girl on her knees.” His big hand brushes across his beard and his tone strains deep as his cock drives hard against the zipper of his jeans. I love this about him. The way he demands. The way he orders.
I stand from the bed and stare toward three gorgeous men who all seem to have the same idea.
“Take off your clothes for us, sweetheart. Go slow.” Hawk’s tone is so much sweeter than Moose’s, yet they’re both equally hot. I love knowing I can run into Hawk’s arms with any problem, and he’ll make everything right emotionally, I love knowing that Owen will solve every issue with rationality, and I love the way I feel against Moose’s chest. Safe and warm.
Together, they’re everything. Together, I want to give them everything.
Standing before them, I pull the strap of my sundress down off my shoulder, letting it fall to the ground in one simple push.
“Fuck,” Moose growls. “Keep going.”
I unclasp my bra and tug my panties down, staring at the men with more confidence than I’ve ever had in my life. I’m not sure where it’s coming from. I didn’t change my body, and I’m still wishing I looked a lot different, but somehow, when I’m standing in front of these men, I feel gorgeous.
Maybe it’s the way they look at me, or the subtle moans that settle in their throat when they see me. Maybe it’s the passion, the way they need me, the way their bodies visibly ache to touch me.
They unbuckle their jeans and let the heavy fabric fall to the floor, displaying their jumping cocks for the taking. Most women would feel thankful to have one of these men at her beckoning call. I have three. How do I have three?
With ragged breaths of desperation, Hawk and Owen help me down to the ground, careful of my knee as an ache grows inside of me.
“Good girl,” Moose says, as the men line up. Three giants, stroking enormous cocks at my lips. Moose leans down and kisses me, his hand on my throat, a growl in his.
“Show us what a good girl you are, sweetheart,” Hawk moans, fondling my tit. “Suck our cocks. Get us close.”
I nod and they position themselves inches from my face.
Suddenly, three men seems like a lot to please. I start in the middle with Owen, gliding his massive cock into my throat as I stroke Moose and Hawk.
“Damn, Birdie. You’ve got me so deep.”
I want to take him deeper, but my mouth feels like it’s splitting, and I have to pull up some to catch my breath. I’m still so inexperienced with all of this.
Hawk reaches over to feel Owen’s cock in the side of my cheek. “Good girl. You like these cocks in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Fuck.” Moose feeds his hand through my hair and pulls me off Owen’s cock with a pop, pushing my head onto his. “I need it, little girl. Suck me hard.” There’s so much desperation in his tone that I fear I’ve made a puddle of excitement on the ground beneath me.
I suck his tip, then go deep, but it’s a strain to get all of him into my mouth. I hadn’t realized how big he was until now. Hell, I can’t even imagine what I’d compare it to other than a Pringles can. How am I ever going to get him inside of me?
My eyes tear, and I gag as he thrusts deeper and deeper into my throat.
“Good little girl,” he groans. “I need you to beg for it. Beg for our cocks. Tell us how bad you want it.” His fingers push through my hair as he moves my head back and forth before pulling me off with a deep sigh and pushing me onto Hawk’s waiting cock.
I love that they want to please each other with me as well. That Moose wants Hawk to get his, that Owen wants to watch Moose fill me up.
I stare up at the men with intensifying desperation. “I need it. I need you all. Right now. Please!” My pussy aches and throbs, desperate for penetration, desperate for touch, desperate to be taken.
Moose growls, “Get up on the bed and spread your pretty thighs for me.”
I have no idea who’s decided that Moose is going first, but I’m not hating it—except for the part where he’s so thick I have no idea how he’s ever going to fit. Biting back a grin, I do as he’s asked, and I feel a flurry of kisses everywhere. Owen, Hawk, Moose. Their lips land on me one at a time as they paw over me like wild animals hungry for a meal.
Owen rounds to my side, situating his bulky frame near my breast before leaning into suckle. Hawk takes the same position on the opposite side, their hands pinning my own as Moose situates himself between my legs. He’s massive, even bigger in this position as I stare up at him. The man that’s about to take my virginity.
He strokes his cock at my entrance then leans in and bites the inside of my thighs, leaving behind a sting that sends shivers through me. “You, pretty little girl. Are you ready for my cock?”
I squirm against the guys holding me down, a little afraid of the pain I’m sure is coming.
Owen leans into my ear, and in a low husky voice he says, “I’m desperate to see the look on your face when he sinks into you. Can you handle that cock?”
Hawk nibbles my nipple, and I jump as Moose runs his teeth up and over my legs, landing at my ankle. I hadn’t expected that to be so sensitive. His gaze never leaves mine, as though he too is desperate to watch the way I move as pleasure rolls over me.
My stomach tightens and my body yearns to be filled. I’m desperate to know how it’ll feel to be spread wide, to be taken and worshipped.
“You’re soaking wet for me.” He swipes his thick fingers against my slit as though he’s taking a sample, then slides them into his mouth. “Delicious.” He pulls my legs to the top of his shoulders and tugs me to the edge of the bed hard and rough before scrubbing his thick tip at my entrance. “Tell me to stop if you need to.”
I nod as I lose myself in the moment. Hawk and Owen at my side, stroking their cocks, watching. Moose at my entrance, inching in as he watches my face. I’m not sure what to expect other than pain. I’ve heard over and over how badly this hurts, and I can imagine it’s worse when there’s a man the size of Moose at the helm.
“Here I come, little girl.” He presses in further with a groan, spreading me wider and wider as he slips in deeper and deeper.
My mouth drops open, and my mind goes blank. I might be making noises, I’m not sure. I’m too focused on every sensation, every stretch, every scream of pain, every moment of pleasure, every slap of his balls, every stroke of his massive body as he thrusts up against me, every scrape of Owen and Hawk’s teeth against my nipples.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, thumping faster. “Don’t look away. Open those pretty eyes. I need to see you.”
It’s a struggle to open them. I’m not sure why. I want to see everything. I want to watch his face contort as he takes me deeper and deeper. I want to watch Owen and Hawk study me. I want to see the moment when he comes inside of me, but my eyes keep closing.
There’s pain, but it’s not the kind I was expecting. It’s a short-lived stinging sensation followed by an uncomfortable stretch, then… euphoria.
“Damn, Birdie,” Owen groans. “You like it? Does he feel good?”
I nod slowly, my mouth hanging open, my eyes now wide as Moose continues to slap his balls against me.
Hawk kneels at my side, stroking his cock near my mouth as though he wants me to suck.
I grip his thickness, stretch my lips around his girth, and take him into my hot mouth as I moan. This is a position I’ve never thought about before, but I like where it’s going. I’m not controlling any of the movements of this blowjob, Moose is. The way he thrusts is the way Hawk is touched.
Moose thrusts faster and faster as I suck Hawk off.
Fuck. I’m gonna explode.
“Come for me, Birdie,” Owen groans, squeezing my tits. “Come on his cock.”
Moose growls and squeezes my thighs. “What a good girl, taking care of all these dicks.”
I whimper against Hawk’s cock as I try to stay focused on a rhythm but I’m losing it, and so is Moose. His thrusts get faster and harder, then slow and steady, until he squeezes his eyes closed, growls out, and thrusts one final time.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. A big, giant, moose of a man coming unraveled before me.
Whimpering, shuddering, aching, and heated, I turn my head and let the contractions take me over as Moose pumps out the last of his pleasure.
Oh my God, I’m dead. I’m literally dead. Deceased. Nothing left.
“Come down here and suck the tip,” Moose demands, running his hand up my frame. “Taste what you did, little girl. Come on.”
Oh God.
Sitting up, I lean forward and lick the tip of his cock, tasting the love we’ve made before taking him into my mouth to clean him off.
A growl leaves his lips as he leans forward and kisses my head. “You’re so tight, honey. That had to hurt.”
“You felt good,” I pant, still in shock.
Before I’ve settled, Owen takes over, sinking into me with an excited groan. “Fuck, he’s right. You’re so tight, Birdie.”
I’m already losing my mind, but knowing Owen is splashing around in Moose’s come drives me to straight-up insanity.
Why? Why does that turn me on so much?
Moose strokes my hair and leans into my ear, rumbling low warm air against the lobe. “Tell him how bad you need it.”
I swallow hard and stare toward my best friend, the man I’ve fantasized about for years. “I need you so bad, Owen. I need your come.”
Hawk strokes himself at my side as Owen turns me just slightly and drives in deeper. It’s a completely different experience at this angle. He’s hitting something new, or maybe the same thing but in a different way.
Oh, dear God. “I love you all so damn much,” I cry out as another orgasm attempts to break me.
“We love you more, sweetheart,” Hawk groans, kissing my neck and the lobe of my ear.
The softest, warmest touch of his breath tickles my body as Moose nibbles my nipples and Owen thrusts.
“Right there,” I moan. He’s hitting a spot that hasn’t been touched yet. A soft, deliriously perfect spot that’s about to send me into madness.
His fingertips dig into my hips as he thrusts faster and harder.
Oh God.
“Good girl, Birdie. Take my cock, just like that.” His face is red, and his jaw is tight. “Oh fuck, here it is…” He thrusts harder and harder, erratically thumping against my hips before his shoulders relax and he pulls out of me with a sigh. “Fuck… you’re covered in come now.” He positions himself between my legs, watching as come drips from within me and soaks the sheets. “I love seeing us all mixed together like this. Filling you up, covering you.”
“Come here, little girl. Climb up on me.” Moose’s hands guide me up onto his hips and over his waiting cock as though he’s going to slide inside me again. “Hawk is gonna slide into your ass while I fuck your little pussy again. Can you handle all that?”
No. I’m one hundred and ten percent sure I cannot handle all that. They’re both so big and strong. How could I ever take two inside of me at once? And in my ass? I’ve only ever seen that in porn, and from what I hear, it hurts. Like really hurts. That said, I’m having an experience tonight. I’m opening myself up to anything and everything these men want to do to me.
“I’ll try.” I climb up onto Moose’s lap and sink onto his thick cock, again feeling a completely different kind of stretch. This one is more direct and at a different angle than either of the guys had gone in at before. I like the control I have here.
Owen trails wet hot kisses down my back and onto my neck as I rock against Moose’s cock and Hawk slides between my ass cheeks.
Fuck! How did I get here? How did I manage to get myself in a place where every inch of my body is adored? Where three huge, rough men take me over and make me their own? The place where two massive dicks are penetrating me?
Hawk kisses my shoulder as he slides into me deeper.
“Ah… okay… go slow,” I pant as both men fill me up.
Moose kisses me over and over, sliding his tongue against mine as I moan into his mouth. I can smell myself on his beard as my tits scrape against his hairy chest. Where I’d normally be in control in this position, having Hawk behind me changes that. Right now, he’s in control, rocking me back and forth on Moose’s cock as Owen watches and cheers me on.
“You look so good between them,” Owen groans as Hawk digs his cock deeper into my ass.
“Faster,” Moose calls out. I think he’s talking to Hawk. “Fuck her harder. I’m gonna come.”
Oh my God, what the hell is happening?
Hawk picks up speed, thrusting harder and harder, pressing me onto Moose’s cock faster.
“Right here. Keep going,” Moose groans. “Keep her right there.” His face turns red, his shoulders tighten, and he comes again before I hear the same growl and methodical thrusting from Hawk.
My body clenches down on their cocks and a rush of warmth tickles its way up my spine as pressure builds in my hips and finally explodes.
“Good, fuckin’ girl,” Moose growls, holding me tight as Hawk rubs my back and thrusts the last bit of pleasure he has inside of me.
I whimper as I’m pushed back and forth between the men, my orgasm sending my body into uncontrollable convulsions. Owen runs his fingers back and forth up my spine, my nerves pulsating signals to places I didn’t know existed. As I climb off, hot come drips from my ass and onto my ankle before I collapse against Moose’s chest.
I’m falling apart. No, I’ve fallen apart . What just happened?
I’m not sure I’ve ever been this relaxed in my life. This is some kind of paradise. A place in time where bodies communicate without words and nerves react and release without notice. A place where my body is a temple for three big, strong men. A place where I’m safe, loved, and cared for. The best part is, I know this is forever, and nothing can change that.