Chapter 18
HARLOW
For the second time in a handful of hours, I found myself naked, this time stretched out on the couch, not on the kitchen floor, and surrounded by four men, not one. In spite of having fucked Cass earlier, I was ready for another round, almost as though I hadn't had an orgasm at all.
Cass said something to Boner, who nodded and knelt down beside him, in front of me.
Together they eased my legs apart and inched forward between them, the sides of their faces pressed against the insides of my thighs.
Boner's tongue flicked out, teasing my pussy, making me quiver.
Then it was Cass' tongue, as he did the same thing.
Without any particular rhythm, they took turns, tasting me and teasing me, lapping at my clit. Every so often they'd break away from me and kiss each other in a mashing of lips and tongues and arousal.
They broke away from each other and exchanged a glance and a nod.
Boner eased a finger inside me, his hand palm up. Cass did the same but palm down, below Boner's, so their knuckles were rubbing against each other, fingers stroking my insides.
My eyes widened.
"Oh my god," I whispered. One of them fucking me with their hand was amazing. Two of them was out of this world. Could this get any better?
As if he read my mind, Archer inched over and knelt beside me, stroking his engorged cock with his hand.
One hand on the couch for balance, I wrapped the other around his length, stroking him right in front of my face. So close I could smell the pre-cum on his tip.
I turned my face and licked, wanting, needing, to taste him.
He groaned. "You have the best tongue," he whispered.
"You taste delicious," I told him.
The couch moved as Jules knelt on the other side.
"How do I taste?"
I turned my face and almost bumped my nose into his cock. At the last moment, I lifted my chin so my mouth found him instead. I ran my tongue over his slit and tasted him.
"You taste different from Archer, but just as delicious," I told him.
If I closed my eyes and tasted one and then the other, I could tell them apart, even after that small sample. Jules' arousal tasted saltier, and Archer had a hint of sweetness that was unexpected.
Together, they were a complex dish with layered flavors that left a whole new experience in the back of your mouth after you swallowed.
I drew Jules' cock into my mouth and sucked until my cheeks hollowed out. Then popped off him and turned back to Archer, giving him the same lavish treatment.
Boner and Cass were taking turns stroking my G-spot while the other toyed with my rear hole. Pressing their finger inside lightly and rubbing it around.
I had to keep switching between Archer and Jules to keep myself from coming too soon.
It was difficult with two very different fingers inside me, not to mention the sight of both men with their eyes on my pussy and then on each other, exchanging kisses here and there and groaning into each other's mouths.
Eventually, Jules had enough of sharing. He tangled my hair around his fist and frantically fucked my mouth, making me gag, but never stopping.
If anything, every time I gagged, he drove in faster, harder and deeper.
"Look at you, you fucking whore," he whispered. "You have four men here, touching you and fucking you, and you love every minute of it."
I groaned my agreement and gripped his balls in my hand, holding them hard, massaging them, working him until he exploded in the back of my throat so hard I thought I'd choke.
He barely caught his breath before he was yanking himself out of me and shoving my face onto Archer's cock. Hand still in my hair he worked me hard and fast, while Archer hung on, trying to keep up with him.
"Don't hold back," Jules told him. "She needs this. She wants us to use her body. She loves it because we own her. Don't we?"
He tightened his grip on my hair until I thought he might tear out a clump.
I made no attempt to pull away. Jules was right, I was enjoying this, giving and receiving pleasure, even as rough as this. I wanted more.
Archer thrust a little faster, a little harder. More tentative than Jules had been, but still vigorous.
Right before Archer came, I did. Screaming out around his cock and gasping for air. Almost choking again when he shattered, spilling himself into my mouth.
He barely had time to pull out of me before Cass was picking me up off the couch.
"Lie back." He waited for Boner to do what he said before he pressed me into a straddle over Boner's hips.
"Lean forward," Cass snapped.
Still trying to catch my breath, I did as he said, resting my head on Boner's chest and listening to his heart thump.
Hands on my stomach, Cass lifted me up. He positioned my pussy over Boner's cock and lowered me down onto it.
I heard the click of a tube and cool fingers smeared lube on my rear hole. Then Cass knelt behind me and eased a finger inside my ass, smearing the lube around, stretching me out with one finger, then a second.
"Please," I whispered. He added a third finger, filling me up until I was almost ready to scream.
I needed more. I almost cried when he pulled his fingers out, but then he was replacing them with his cock, easing inside inch by inch, stopping to give me time to get used to him before pushing on.
"Holy shit," Boner whispered when Cass was fully seated inside me. "Hello there, Cass’ cock."
Cass snorted softly. "Hello yourself."
"Hello both of you," I said with a laugh. I'd never felt so full in my life, with a man in each of those holes. So deep and thick.
Carefully, slowly, they started to move. Sliding in and out of me in unison, almost like they'd done this a hundred times before.
Boner held me gently, his hands on my hips, helping me to rise and fall, to create friction with him without dislodging Cass.
It took a few moments to get it right but soon we were all moving in unison. Breathing in unison too, I noticed. Ragged breaths. Slick with sweat.
I closed my eyes and focused on rolling my hips the right way.
Enjoying the sensations, the smells, the sounds.
Both of them were grunting and groaning as they thrust. Those were not in unison, so I could enjoy them both.
The whole thing together was like a beautiful symphony.
All the right ingredients placed together just so, for the perfect balance.
If I could make this into a meal, I'd make a fortune. Not that I'd share it with the world. No, this was just for us. For me and my men.
For once, no one was barking orders. I don't think Cass could have managed coherent words if he wanted to. I certainly couldn't.
Archer and Jules sat in separate armchairs, both watching us avidly. Jules' expression suggesting I was the dirty whore he called me, but not in a bad way. He was appreciating that I enjoyed sex, loving the show we were putting on for him, committing it to memory for later.
"I’ve died," Boner said. Apparently he was the only one here capable of putting thought into words. "I've died and gone to heaven. This is why you call your restaurants 'Angels'? Right, love? Because you are one."
I managed to smile. I was no angel. Right now I only wanted to be me. Right here in this moment.
Whatever happened after this, we'd have tonight.
I chastised myself for thinking that. We'd have more than that.
We had to. I needed to do this a lot more.
I liked to practice something until I got it right.
This would definitely take approximately…
oh, fifty years of practice, maybe more.
It was a study I could devote myself to without any qualms.
I might even sell my restaurants and spend the rest of my life being double stuffed. I read about it in books, but the reality was almost indescribable. Full, hot, sticky perfection. Like pizza, but better.
Without warning, another orgasm washed over me. Even stickier and more perfect. More intense than the ones which came before. No pun intended.
This one was trying to swallow me whole while shattering me at the same time. Breaking me like I'd never been broken before, only to put me back together.
I cried out. Rolled my hips harder, chasing the bliss. Wanting to make it last for longer. Forever, if possible. That didn't seem like too much to ask.
Boner was a moment behind me, thrusting up into me. Muttering a string of words that I couldn't make out. Something along the lines of, "Oh fucking good gravy fucking yeah fuck amazing yes."
Approximately.
I could have the order of that wrong.
A moment after him was Cass' turn. His fingers dug into my hips as his body stilled. I felt the rush of heat into my ass as he flooded me with his cum.
Hands trembling, Cass slowly slid out of me and flopped down on the edge of the couch. So close, he almost fell off.
Boner chuckled.
"So graceful, little bro," Jules called out.
Cass' face was buried in the side of the couch beside my bicep. He said something muffled that sounded like, "I'd flip you off but I can't be bothered."
Jules barked a laugh. "Don't act like you didn't like it."
None of us was going to do that. We'd all had a thoroughly good time with each other. Not one regret from any of us.
Except…this had to end for now. That was inevitable, I supposed. We all had to sleep at some point. The curse of being mere humans.
"Hey Cass," Boner said, "I don't care what other ideas you've had in your entire life. That was the best one. Ever."
Cass lifted his face and looked over at us, his eyes all but obscured by his hair.
"Yeah it was." He flopped his face back down.
I smiled. "I agree with Boner. That was a very good idea," I said.
"I have another slightly less good idea," Boner said. "Let's get you into the bath and clean you up." He eased me off his cock, letting his cum trickle back out of me and mingle with Cass’.
"Also a good idea." I let them help me off the couch before Boner swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. I kicked my legs in some kind of protest, but he held me tighter, pulling me against his firm body.
"I’ll get the water." Archer trotted past us, his cock slapping against his thighs as he went.
"I’ll make some coffee or some shit," Jules said.
"I’ll help you," Cass said, following me and Boner into the bathroom.
He opened the cabinet and started to pull out bath salts and shampoo, along with a clean, fluffy towel.
"I'm going to be spoiled, aren't I?" I asked, lying in Boner's arms while Archer filled the bath.
"If we have anything to say about it, yes you are," Boner agreed. "Very, very spoiled."
I had a feeling even if I tried to argue, they wouldn't listen. They were going to pamper me if it was the last thing they did.
I hoped like hell it wasn't.