39. Mila
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Turns out, my boys are just as good at putting up walls as they are at breaking them down. I never expected my new apartment to be where my old apartment was, but the building's repaired, the Eagles' Roost downstairs is getting ready to reopen soon, and we're already furnishing the new place. Heck, we're sleeping here for the first time tonight, as long as the smell of fresh paint doesn't get too overwhelming.
I can't wait to try the new bed.
The guys knocked out enough walls that the new apartment's going to be more than twice as big, which is good if all four of us are going to live here. Taking tips from some of the other groups in the club, we've made one master bedroom with a bed big enough for the four of us to enjoy ourselves and sleep in there, but also some separate bedrooms for the nights where we might want a little time on our own, or if someone isn't feeling good or whatever. The living room's big, with huge windows—and those blinds you can pull up from both top and bottom so we can limit visibility into the apartment, if necessary. The coffee table is also built sturdy enough to hold the weight of multiple people. Scrapper made sure of that.
The kitchen has enough seating for all of us to eat, and top of the line appliances. The bathroom has both a hot tub and a shower with multiple heads and room for four. I'm not sure what I did to deserve all this luxury, but apparently it involves getting taken in by some sexy bikers.
Seriously, though. The real fantasy I'm living here is a fancy apartment in the city with affordable rent.
I've taken over filming duties for the FixerUppers account, and while I think a lot of viewers are hoping for more sledgehammers and less painting and hammering, as long as the guys do it shirtless, we're not exactly getting complaints. As soon as we're done with this apartment, they’ll start working on the one upstairs, and be back to knocking out walls in no time.
Now that the boys and me definitely have become a thing, something a lot more permanent than just fooling around, I was worried that I'd be jealous about their screen time, but no. Because I know that they're mine, and no one's going to get between us. All the ladies out there can drool over them all they want, but I'm the one they dick down in every possible position at every possible occasion.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world, so this account is really just my chance to brag a little.
“Come on, Mack, let's see you work the flex, huh? Give the ladies a show.” The look I get in return is skeptical, but it's Reaper who steps up to take the phone away from me.
“Hey, give that back. It's still recording!”
He turns the phone on me. “It's a little unfair that only the girls get a show. The videographer is a real cutie too.” He pauses, thinks about it for a sec, then turns the phone on himself. “That said, we will straight up murder anyone who fucks with her, just so that's clear. Look, but no touch, no contact, no stalking, no fucking anything.” With his free hand, he makes a V with his index and long finger, then points the V at his eyes and at the screen a couple times, a classic, “I've got my eyes on you,” gesture.
“Reaper! You can't threaten to kill our audience!”
“Just setting expectations.” He holds out his hand, indicating for me to come over to him. I do and he pulls me into his arms so we're looking at the phone together. “And maybe making a few fans a little jealous, know what I mean?”
“I'm actually not sure what you mean.” Or at least I wasn't, until his hand slides up my side to cup my breast through my tank top. I've got a sports bra underneath, so it's not like I'm showing anything, but still. “Reaper!”
“Look at me.” The order is clear, and I do, just in time for him to plant his lips on mine and start kissing me senseless. And I can't help it. I kiss him back. How could I not? Like every time, his demanding kiss sends tingles racing through me.
“This a private party?” Scrapper presses himself into the picture, and the moment I come up for air, he cups my chin so he can guide my mouth to his. And then my brain overflows with endorphins for a second time in like thirty seconds, because it's the kind of kiss you start and by the time you finish you're somehow naked and putty in his hands.
Reaper takes a step aside, keeping the phone on us, despite my glare, making room for Mack to take his turn. I get on my tippy toes while he hooks his big hands at the small of my back and presses me against him. As I crane my neck for the kiss, it's impossible not to notice a prominent part of him pressing against my stomach. He's hard as steel. I rub against him while we kiss and I'm rewarded by a throaty moan right into my mouth.
When we pull apart, my thundering heart is having me breathe heavy. I glance at the camera, and we don't exactly have the numbers we did during the siege of Channel 7, but definitely a lot more than usual. “Um… I'm pretty sure we're starting to stretch the limits of the terms and conditions for the service. I don't want to get us banned just because you guys… um…” I know what I want to say, but not sure I want to say it on camera.
“You're gonna disappoint so many viewers if we turn it off right now,” says Scrapper with a little laugh. He's pressing against my back, at least as hard as Mack, and his hand trailing slowly up my side, taking my tank top with it. “Come on, reach behind and open my fly. I dare you.”
Reaper comes closer with the phone. “I'd fucking love to have you on video. Sometimes you're not home, and having you to jerk myself off to would be almost as good as the real thing. You could be my fucking porn star.”
“What? I'm not?—”
“Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence,” breathes Mack into my ear, just loud enough that the phone's probably picking it up. “I can't think of anyone more beautiful than you, and I can think of a lot of fucking people.”
“But—”
“Baby, if we haven't convinced you by now that you're the only damn woman for us, scars and all, we're just gonna have to try even harder,” Scrapper says, then flicks my earlobe with his tongue. “You know where I'd rather have this buried right now?”
Our account is so going to get banned. Thousands of people are watching the boys convincing me to do some really naughty things, and there's no way we're not going to get reported.
“It's our first day in the new place, with a new bed,” muses Reaper as he hooks his curled index finger under my chin and forces me to look up at him. His gold-flecked ambers draw me in like a predator freezing his prey. “I think it's time we start christening the rooms.”
“I…”
They maneuver me where they want me, like puppet masters making their doll walk where they want her. The bedroom was finished a couple days ago—they insisted on it being the first room, “just in case.” It's furnished, the bed is made, with nightstands and a big mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. While I appreciate it, I'm pretty sure the guys had very clear ideas about its placement.
And to be honest, it's not like I'm unaffected by watching the guys do physical work all day either, even if it's through the phone camera for the enjoyment of our viewers. I'd been hoping for a break. Just maybe not live streamed.
But then Mack sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me against his broad chest, making me straddle his powerful hips. He cups my jaw and pulls me in for the kind of kiss that whole novels are written about. His thick beard tickles my face, soft and smooth. I slide my fingers into it, letting it run between my fingers as I kiss him back as hard as I can. I'm barely caring about the camera anymore.
Bracing my knees against the bed, I rise up and grab both sides of Mack's head while I keep kissing. It gives him room to lift my tank top all the way up to under my arms. He nudges, and I let him lift it over my head. Scrapper leans into me from behind, placing kisses on my shoulder and neck. Then he starts pulling my bra up.
“Wait!” I pull away from Mack so I can speak. “We seriously can't?—”
Reaper shows me the phone screen. No FixerUppers, just the camera app. He laughs. “If you think we're gonna share you with the whole goddamn internet, you're fucking crazy, girl. But film it? You bet your sexy ass I'm gonna. And then we'll put it up on the big screen and watch it together while we fuck again.”
That's out in the living room, but he did mention christening all of the rooms. There's a reason we got a big couch.
I eye the camera with a bit of skepticism. “If that ever gets out somewhere…”
“It's not gonna. Not that you got anything to be ashamed of, but Snark's set me up with an encrypted storage thing. I don't know how it works, but I know how to use it and he promised on his goddamn life that not even he would be able to get into it. If I lose the phone or forget the password, the footage is lost forever. This'll just be between the four of us.
“You put a lot of thought into this.” I don't think my look is accusing exactly, but I can tell when he really wants something. Before I met the boys, it would've been out of the question. Even before my burn scars, I wasn't any more confident about being seen naked than most women, but it's amazing what the total acceptance of your men can do for your self-confidence. When you've got three of them who keep telling you that they want nothing more than to get you naked and look at you, touch you, drive you crazy and then bury their big, fat cocks inside you… well, you start to let down your guard. Maybe even believe them a little. And then it suddenly gets to be kind of hot.
“Listen, I'll put it away if you?—”
“How do you want me?” I lean back into Scrapper so he gets easier access to get my bra off. “What's your video fantasy?”
“Jesus fuck,” Reaper groans, just as Mack and Scrapper chuckle together.
My bra is gone in a moment, and while my first instinct is to cover my breasts up with my hands when there's a camera on them, I change my mind last moment and cup them instead, twisting myself towards Reaper and holding them up like I'm offering them to him. “This what you wanted to see?”
He unbuttons himself with one hand as he approaches, keeping the phone on me the whole time. He pops out, hard and dripping, his jeans still clinging to his narrow hips. “Look at me while you suck me,” he orders, then puts himself right in front of me.
Right out into the deep end. I lock eyes with him and lick my lips, slowly, while massaging my breasts and flicking my own nipples with my thumbs. He holds the camera so that I have to look into that too, but it's his beautiful, sexy eyes I keep my gaze on.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His cock throbs before I even touch it, pumping out a little clear drop right at the tip. “You look so damn sexy.”
Mack's big hands slide to my ass, making sure I'm still secure in his lap, and when I reach up to capture Reaper's thrumming length in my fist, Scrapper takes over breast duty. When he flicks my nipples, it's like there's electric shocks racing from them to my core. When I do it, it's like trying to tickle myself, but when he does it, it makes me wonder if I've soaked Mack's jeans through my own yet.
I stick out my tongue and slide it slowly, gently underneath Reaper's crown. Tracing the thick crown with the tip, I make him gasp. The scent of him is heady, intoxicating, but I never break eye contact as I taste him. That little drop is still at the tip, but when I draw him into my mouth and envelop him with my lips, I take it off him with a flick of my tongue. And then I start bobbing, slowly, shallowly at first and then deeper and deeper.
“That's the sexiest fucking thing I've watched in my life,” Reaper says, his voice rough with lust, but he pulls back so the tip's just out of reach. “Come on, baby, follow me.”
He eases back so I have to crawl after him, until he's seated on the bed with his back to the headboard and me on all fours, tonguing the tip of his cock. My breasts hang so I know he can see them past his own thickness. If I didn’t know he loved that… “Like this?”
“Fucking perfect.”
Mack takes the opportunity to undo my jeans and tug them down, along with my underwear. A moment later, all our clothes are scattered across the floor, and all four of us are naked as the day we were born.
“Gimme the phone,” Scrapper says as he kneels behind me. He’s as demanding as Reaper today.
Reaper hands it over, then threads his coarse fingers into my hair so he can control my speed and depth. I never take my eyes off him though, and he never looks away. It adds a whole other level of intensity, a connection.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” says Scrapper. His thick fingers have the texture of a hard worker’s, and it just adds to the hot vibrations his touch sends racing through me. He finds my clit and with a quick flick has me gasping around Reaper.
I can only imagine he's filming every detail. Do guys really like it so much? Then again, as I pull off Reaper long enough to give him a couple of appreciative strokes with my hand and lick another excited drop off his tip, I suppose I get it. I love seeing their dicks when they're all hard and excited for me. Like right now.
Something much thicker than a finger is pressed against me, making me moan deep in my chest. Scrapper pushes himself into me with agonizing slowness, and I bet that looks hot on camera. When he's all the way in, his hard hips pressing into my ass, he withdraws just as slowly. I can feel myself cling to his thickness, coating him with my slick. Between the two of them, I'm losing myself in a haze of lust.
Mack lies down across the bed on his back so he can slide his head underneath my chest and take my breasts in his mouth. As Scrapper grips my hip with his free hand and speeds up, I'm rocked back and forth between them, and the movement intensifies the little tugs Mack is putting on my nipples with his teeth, adding to the meltdown that's building up between my legs. What is it about their cocks that make all three of them seem like a perfect fit?
They pass the phone around, capturing Scrapper sliding in and out of me, and then down to my swinging breasts, and then up to my glassy expression as I start to lose myself in all the sensations. Scrapper slips out, even though he hasn't finished. They roll me sideways until I'm straddling Mack and I sink down on him. I hope Reaper captures my expression when Mack fills me completely, and the sound captures my pleased moans as we start to rock together.
Scrapper presents himself to my mouth, and I take him in, sucking him like he's my favorite lollipop. “Fuck, that's nice. So fucking nice,” he moans. And then he pulls back and is replaced by Reaper. I've barely swirled my tongue around his tip a few times before they switch again. It’s fun for me, but it's got to be frustrating for them. Then again, the idea of them teased right up to the edge of coming, but never getting their release, at least until I'm good and ready, is hot in itself.
Reaper lies down next to Mack and points himself straight up. Scrapper and Mack lift me up and over to lower me right onto his cock, like I don't weigh a thing. I'm not even touching the bed when his length is sliding into me. And when they drop me the last inch or so, I brace my hands against the planes of his broad chest as he fills me completely. I roll my hips to feel every little bit of him inside me, and it’s so, so good.
Mack has the phone now, capturing me riding Reaper like a cowgirl. “Fuck, that's amazing,” he breathes as he moves around me, capturing us from every angle. I make sure to pop my ass out a little—for the camera.
The nightstand drawer rattles open, then shuts, before Scrapper comes up behind me. He draws a finger from the back of my neck, all the way down my spine to the top of my ass. It makes me shiver and clench around Reaper's hard cock. “Baby, do you want to try something new?”
“Maybe?” I grind my hips, unable to stop moving.
Something cool and slick lands right where his finger is touching me, before he chases it down as it slides thickly in between my cheeks. His fingertip stops right at my back hole and starts massaging around it, gently, but making it clear what he's thinking about. “Ever try it?”
I shake my head as I trap my lower lip with my teeth, squinting as I rotate my hips and explore the sensation. He's not inside, but his slick touch still fires off nerves that I didn't realize could feel so erotic. My mind flashes back to when Mack nudged at me last time. It’s not that I've never heard of it, or that I’ve never watched a scene or two with it on a lonely night, but it's never come up as an option. Not with anyone I'd trust, anyway. At least until now.
“Tell me to stop if you hate it, okay?”
I nod, then draw a sharp breath as he pushes his fingertip just inside me. With Reaper still fully seated in my front, it feels like it's tight, but it's not… unpleasant. Interesting. Naughty. When I let out a little moan, I surprise myself.
He squirts on more lube before it occurs to me. “Why was the bottle in the nightstand? Did you plan this?”
“Maybe?” he says in the same tone I used when he asked if I wanted to try something new.
“Uh huh.” I'd be more annoyed if his fingers weren't starting to feel good. Different, but good. And the more lube he gets on there, and the more I relax, the nicer it feels.
“I was just thinking, if we could all take you at once…” He trails off, leaving that idea in my head. It's a sexy thought. Three men, three options, and all of them for me. It's just…
“That sounds like a lot.” I'm not turning it down, it's just a little imposing.
“Baby, you're with three Screaming fucking Eagles. That's always gonna be a lot.”
“Just… go careful, okay?”
He leans down to smack a kiss on my ass cheek. “Of course. We wanna make you scream with pleasure, not because we fucked up. We're gonna get you all good and used to it.”
More lube, and then… I think it's a second finger. Thicker, for sure, but so slippery. I close my eyes and go with it, doing my best to relax, to just let it happen.
“Good girl,” he says as he moves his fingers faster. “You look so fucking sexy like this. We didn't get your other virginities, but this one's ours, babe.”
I nod, a little nervous, but the sensations are really turning into something deeper now. Something more primal. Something that I want to feel harder, better. And when his fingers slip out, I feel weirdly empty, like now there's something missing, even with Reaper in me.
That is, right up until something thick and hard nudges up against me. It's already slick, but he squirts more lube on anyway. “Ready?”
Maybe? Yes. I nod. I trust my guys.
He's thick. I mean, I knew that, but this way, he feels even thicker. But he's gentle, taking his time, just a little, then wait, then a little more. Wait again. Reaper caresses my sides and thighs, petting me, encouraging me, while Scrapper eases himself in so slowly, so carefully. He lets out a soft moan. I have to admire his willpower. “Fuck, baby. You're fucking amazing.”
Mack is here too. He slides his fingers into my hair and strokes it, soothing me while I take on the challenge of two men at once.
I drop my head and put all my weight on my palms on Reaper's chest as I moan deeply. “It's… it feels good.” And it does. Sexy, forbidden, dirty, all those things, but also this warmth that spreads through me that I usually only feel from the front. I'm being enveloped by it, filled, both literally and figuratively.
I can hardly believe it when Scrapper's hips push against my ass. I've never felt so full, so completely connected, but with Reaper in front and Scrapper in back, it's like nothing else I've ever imagined.
“You did it,” Scrapper says as he caresses my shoulders. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“Uh huh,” is all I get out, while I breathe heavily. I'm so incredibly turned on right now.
Scrapper moves a little. “This okay?”
I nod.
A little, and then more, and more, and then he's sliding in and out of me in a way I never would've imagined I'd be able to handle, and it feels so good. So right. And when Reaper starts to move too, thrusting up into me from below, it's almost too much. So intense.
All those feelings and heat and tingles and all those things that had been building, suddenly flare up together in an intense release of pleasure, like a wave washing over me. My fingers dig into Reaper's chest as I scream between them. But I'm pushing back too, rocking my hips against them as they find a rhythm to keep those waves hitting me.
Oh God, it's so good.
My hair hangs like a drape around me as my head hangs, but Mack brushes it aside. He leans in for a kiss on my forehead. I look up at him, and realize he's still filming. They've got all of it on video. “You're a fucking star,” he says. “Can you handle one more?” As he straightens, it puts his leaking cock right at face level. “Can you take all three of us at once?”
I don't know yet, but I know for sure that I'm going to try.
Opening my mouth, I let him put himself in. I close my lips against his hot flesh and slide my tongue under the head. With everything going on, it's hard to concentrate, but I do my best, and when I lose focus, he guides my head with his big hand and just fucks my mouth anyway.
I've never felt so complete.
“Fuck, I'm not gonna last long,” growls Scrapper. His breath is coming in gasps and his thrusts are getting erratic.
But I'm close too, my whole body quivering with pent up need that's just waiting to be unleashed. Mack falls out of my mouth long enough for me to whisper, “Not yet,” and then I taste him again.
Reaper cups my breasts and tugs my nipples. “Come for us, baby. Let us see you explode between us. Our fucking sex goddess.”
And it's like I get permission to completely let go. The orgasm that's been welling up deep in my core suddenly engulfs me. I roar around Mack's thickness as I shake and tense, as I lose myself in overwhelming pleasure. My whole body tingles like it's being electrified and my toes curl. The guys hold me to keep me from collapsing while I come and come between them. I clench around them, and suddenly Scrapper groans, “fuck!”
He pulses, and it sets off Reaper who hisses between his teeth as his hips flex. They're emptying themselves inside me, both at once and it only makes me come harder. I taste Mack more than I hear his drawn-out moan, and I swallow reflexively, taking all three big men in me at once, even as I explode between them.
Time stops, maybe a moment, maybe forever, and then we all collapse together, me on Reaper, Scrapper against my back and Mack sliding from my mouth and sitting back on the bed. I squeak in surprise when Scrapper slips out. Finally, I roll over, letting Reaper fall from me, and flop onto the sheets on my back, concentrating on nothing but breathing while my heart slows back down.
“I fucking love you,” Reaper breathes.
Suddenly my heart's racing again. “What?”
He looks a little surprised too, but then he smiles. “I fucking love you.”
“No wait, it's just after sex. That doesn't count.” I'm not sure why I'm fighting it. I'm not really. I mean, I think I've known it for a while now. Heck, we've got a place together now, but… I don't know, we just kept moving forwards because it made sense and we're all into it, but… why do the actual words sound like they make it different? “I mean, not that I?—”
“We all love you, Mila. I thought it was obvious.” Scrapper runs a lazy finger up my side, just touching, not being sexual for a change. “And you love us, right? I guess I just assumed from the way you were acting, and the way we're acting and…”
“Action speaks louder than words,” adds Mack. “Anyone can say the words, but yeah, fuck, I love you. Scrapper loves you. Reaper loves you.” Suddenly he looks doubtful. “Do you mean?—”
“What? No! I mean yes! I mean—we've just never said it. But—” I'm so flustered all of a sudden. Because I do. Of course I love them, but this is out loud.
Reaper yanks me right into his arms, and places at panty-melting kiss on me—if I'd been wearing panties, that is. “Mila, I fucking love you. That's true whether I just fucked you or not. Always will be, if you let me.”
I don't even get a chance to answer before Mack hauls me right off Reaper and into his lap. He's obviously decided that he's not gonna let Reaper's kiss stand as the best kiss I've had all day, because that one has my knees go weak and everything from my toes to my hair tingling. “I also fucking love you. Never fucking doubt that. From now until we're nothing but dirt in the ground.”
I should've expected what happens next, but I still squeak in surprise as Scrapper yanks me close, rolls me under him, and then kisses me until I'm pretty sure I'm just going to float right out the window as soon as he lets go. Maybe he'll never let go. “I love you, Mila. Nothing you can do is gonna change that. Got it?”
When he lets me up, I do in fact not float away, but I'm looking at all three of my still very naked, sweaty and ridiculously sexy men with big eyes. “Of course I love you. All three of you. I never expected any of this, but…” I nod, like I'm confirming it to myself, to everyone here. “Yeah.”
There's a moment of silence, like we've all run out of words that matter. Then Scrapper rolls off the bed. “Now that that's fucking settled, wanna try out the shower? Never had one big enough for four.”
“God, yes.”
I didn't think that anyone would be ready again after an intense session like the one we had, but it's amazing what kind of an effect pressing together naked under water while washing each other has on both the hardness of cocks and the slickness of where they want to stick them.