Chapter 31
Talking Body
GREER
My knees are spread, and Aiden fucks me slowly with his thick cock. Roarke’s cock is hard in my mouth, but he holds my head to keep me from bobbing on it, from taking him deep and choking on him. I suck and lick what’s in my mouth, liking taking his cock and Aiden’s at the same time.
Aiden increases the speed of his thrusts. Both his hands hold my hips as he slides in and out of me. For a second, I get a burst of fangirl. I’ve got Aiden Clyborne’s cock in my pussy and Roarke Flynn’s cock in my mouth. I’m literally between two superstars. But that thought quickly fades to the slide of them inside me, keying me up.
I moan as the pressure is building inside, ready to explode. I’ve never come so much in my life, but I’m not complaining.
Wyatt and Mason sit on either side of me. When their hands explore my body, I’m pushed to the edge, so close to coming as Aiden fucks me.
“Do you like sucking on his cock, kitten?” Wyatt asks as his hand explores my pussy.
I moan as he finds my clit. Everything in me tightens.
“Let go, mouse. Come on Aiden’s cock so he knows he has to have you.” Mason pinches my nipple.
My release swallows me whole. Their hands support me as I rock back against Aiden. His thrusts grow harder, more desperate. He groans as his cock jerks and sprays my insides with his cum. An aftershock ripples through me, milking his cock.
I draw in a deep breath around Roarke’s dick. Aiden bends over me and kisses me between my shoulder blades. Little ripples of pleasure chase through me.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers before drawing out of me.
Before I can even think about breathing and coming down, Mason’s cock presses against my entrance. He slides in as my pussy convulses around him, still coming down.
“Fuck, mouse.” His fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me roughly for a few minutes. Wyatt’s hand is up on my breasts while Roarke pushes my head down a little on his cock.
Mason slows down and then stops fucking me. I whimper.
“Do you remember when you disobeyed me, mouse?”
It’s not like I can answer him with Roarke’s cock in my mouth.
“I’m going to smack this ass twice, and I want you to remember how it feels. You’ll tell me when I ask, otherwise I’ll punish you if you can’t answer.” He thrusts deep inside my pussy and then smacks my ass cheek with his hand.
I try to back away from sucking on Roarke’s cock, but he holds my head still.
“If you need to tap out, kitten, tap Roarke’s thigh three times.” Wyatt cups my breast before I feel his hair brush my arm. He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on me. I moan.
Mason smacks my other cheek, and I startle again but suck through the pain. When Mason rubs my smarting ass cheek, waves of pleasure rush in.
“I know Roarke has dibs on your ass, but fuck, mouse.” His hands part my ass cheeks as he stares at my puckered hole. “I want to smack this ass until you’re so sore, it hurts for me to grab your ass cheeks. Then I’ll fuck this ass until you scream my name.”
I whimper around Roarke’s cock, and Mason fucks me hard. Wyatt continues to suck on my nipple. When fingers pinch my clit, I roll into an orgasm that keeps going as Mason fucks me.
Screaming, I shatter into a million pieces, gushing around Mason’s cock and sucking hard on Roarke’s. They both push in deep and come at the same time, making me climax again. Harder, longer, as they fill me full of their cum.
After I swallow his cum, I expect Roarke to be done as his cock softens a little, but Roarke just lifts me so I can breathe. His cock remains in my mouth.
“Keep sucking on me, poppet.” Roarke wipes the corner of my mouth.
Mason pulls out, and I feel Wyatt behind me. His tip teases my entrance.
“You ready, kitten? Or do you need a break?”
Roarke lifts me off his hardening cock. I draw in a deep breath, taking inventory. I’m so wet from coming and from the guys’ cum. I’m already stretched more than I’ve ever been. It probably won’t be easy, but I want him inside me.
“I’m ready.”
He presses in like he did before, only the tip.
I gasp at the stretch. Earlier, this was enough to make me shatter. Now I want it all.
“Don’t worry, little warrior. We’ll help distract you.”
Aiden sits beside me on the bed, and Mason is on the other side. Both watch Wyatt’s cock in my pussy, but Aiden’s fingers stroke my clit gently. Mason palms my breast in his hand while his thumb circles my nipple.
Wyatt’s thumbs rub my hips.
“Do you want to keep sucking me, poppet?”
Roarke’s deep blue eyes hold mine. Everything is building up again. Sucking on his cock is comforting and pleasurable and probably the distraction I need right now to keep from tensing at each push of Wyatt’s hips.
Logically, I know he’ll fit, but that doesn’t mean it’s not freaking me out a little.
“Yes, please.”
Roarke smiles and holds his cock while he lowers my head to take him into my mouth. Just the head, which I suck on like a lollipop.
Wyatt draws almost all the way out before pushing in a little deeper. I widen my stance and tip my ass up a little more.
“You’re doing so good, mouse. Taking all that huge cock into your tiny, tight cunt.” Mason’s words are punctuated by his fingers tugging at my nipples.
“So slick and warm.” Aiden’s voice makes me whimper. His fingers keep winding me tighter and tighter.
Wyatt slides in a little more, and I moan around Roarke’s cock.
“Good girl, poppet. Next time, I’m going to watch Wyatt split you open on his huge cock.”
Fuck, next time. This isn’t a one-time thing. I’m not just dreaming of fucking four men but am actually in the middle of it. Wyatt’s stretching me so much that I’m not sure I can take much more. Aiden circles my clit and my pussy pulses, clutching at Wyatt’s cock.
He draws back slowly, and I feel every inch of him sliding against my walls. I suck around Roarke’s cock.
“You want to take all this thick, long cock, kitten?” Wyatt’s words make me tremble, already on the edge.
He slides back inside, going even deeper and deeper until he presses against my cervix. I gasp as he holds there, letting me get accustomed to the length and girth stretching me open.
“Such a good girl, kitten. I can feel your cunt trembling all around me, squeezing me so fucking tight. Fuck, I want to come straight into your womb, kitten. Fill you up so much that my cum drips down your legs for days.”
His dirty words, his cock, their hands tip me over the edge, and I free-fall into my release, squeezing his huge cock almost painfully, soaking both of us in my cum.
“That’s it, kitten. Come all over my cock so I can fuck you.”
I moan around Roarke’s hard cock. Fuck, Wyatt isn’t even fucking me yet.
“Someone take a picture. I want to see.” Roarke rubs the back of my head.
“You can watch next time.” Wyatt’s hands grip my hips as he slowly withdraws his cock.
My pussy clutches at him in aftershocks. When just the tip of him is inside me, he thrusts in deep, touching my womb and making me moan again. Aiden kisses my breast as he works my clit gently like he knows I’m too sensitive right now.
“Good, kitten?”
“Mm-hmm,” I get out around Roarke’s cock. So fucking good.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Remember to tap on Roarke’s thigh if you need me to stop, otherwise, I’m not stopping until you come on my cock and milk my cum from me.”
I whimper as he draws out slowly. The anticipation thrills me. When he’s almost out, he thrusts in and doesn’t stop, just keeps thrusting in and out while the others play with my body.
It doesn’t take long for me to be right on the edge again as he brushes my cervix with every thrust. Roarke uses his hand on the back of my head to fuck my mouth in time with Wyatt’s thrusts until I can’t think anymore.
Roarke comes in my mouth, and I swallow on instinct. Then he lifts me off his cock. I draw in a ragged breath as my body tightens, ready to explode.
Aiden pinches my clit, and I explode on a scream. Fireworks light behind my eyelids as I just keep coming around Wyatt’s cock. My head hangs.
“That’s it, kitten. Milk my cock.” He thrusts in deep, and his cock jerks against my walls. I feel everything. The cum working its way through his cock to spray my insides with warmth. I cry out as it pushes me higher. I rest my head on Roarke’s thigh as he strokes my hair.
Wyatt rocks a few more times as he groans. Then he settles deep inside me, holding my hips as my pussy contracts around him. I release a breath against Roarke’s thigh.
Every inch of me is so sleepy. I just want to drift off while my body trembles around Wyatt’s cock. Wyatt’s hands lift me against him, drawing my back against his hard chest. He’s still so hard and deep inside me. I sigh as his hands drift over my breasts, down my stomach. He glides his finger over my clit.
“One more, kitten,” he whispers against my head.
I whimper. “I can’t.”
He chuckles. “Yes, you can.”
His still-hard cock rubs something inside that lights me up. His fingers work my clit like he’s typing a masterpiece.
“Wyatt.” I squirm against him even though it just makes me need more. I’m so worn out, but everything he does pushes me closer.
“You can, kitten.” He thrusts deep again. I release a moan.
Roarke sits up, and his heated gaze falls to where Wyatt is still buried deep inside me.
Aiden leans in and takes my breast into his hot mouth. I moan as the feeling cascades down to my pussy. Mason takes my other nipple into his mouth. Roarke strokes his cock as he watches them.
It’s nothing like I imagined, and my body falls over the edge. Wetness drenches my thighs as I cry out, “Wyatt!”
“Shh, kitten, it’s okay.” He thrusts in deep again, rubbing that spot, and my orgasm keeps going. I arch into the others’ mouths, crying out. Groaning, he comes again, holding me still against him as he pumps me full of his cum.
I can barely breathe as I come down. Mason and Aiden sit back on the bed. I meet all three of their eyes. Roarke comes toward me and cups my face.
“You’re so beautiful, Greer.” He kisses me softly as Wyatt pulls out of me. I whimper. The fullness is gone.
Roarke slides his fingers inside my pussy, and I gasp into his mouth. He chuckles against my lips. “Our cum belongs inside you, poppet.”
The shades of blue in his eyes hold me captive while everyone moves around us.
The shower turns on, and Wyatt draws me back against him.
“Time to clean up, kitten.”
Roarke draws his fingers out of me and holds them up to my lips. “Want a taste?”
Without dropping my eyes from his, I take his fingers into my mouth, tasting their salty cum and myself, trying to memorize this taste and the feel of them for later when I’m alone. Roarke groans as his eyes flare with heat.
“I think I’m going to like keeping you, poppet.”
My heart skips. No one has ever kept me. He draws his fingers out of my mouth and takes my lips with his, kissing me breathless again.
Wyatt lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He sets me down in the shower and gently works on undoing the braids in my hair while I lean against him, needing him to hold me up because my legs tremble.
“You okay, kitten?”
“Yes. Better than okay.” I’m going to like this too much. I’m afraid when it’s time for me to leave, I won’t want to.
By the time Wyatt washes me gently and dries me, I’m almost asleep on my feet. I brush my teeth while Wyatt French braids my hair. When I finish with my teeth, I just watch him.
He’s a giant behind me in the mirror. Him running his hands through my hair comforts me. When he finishes, he wraps his arms around my shoulders and draws me back against his warmth.
“You’re amazing, kitten.”
Mason comes in with silky panties, shorts, and a camisole. Wyatt kisses my head and walks out of the bathroom. Mason dresses me and then leads me out of my bedroom and down the hall to his.
I glance over my shoulder at Aiden’s door. Will he be okay without me? Will he sleep? Will he wander and get in his head over seeing Siobhan tonight? Will crossing the line with me make him cross the line with his addiction?
Mason’s door is open, and low voices reach me. Mason pushes the door the rest of the way open, and I see Aiden, Roarke, and Wyatt on the bed with their boxers on.
“We figured tonight everyone would want to sleep with you.” Mason draws me back against his warm chest. “My bed is big enough.”
Warmth fills my chest. They all want to sleep with me? I shouldn’t let myself get too comfortable, but I’m already all in on this thing. Mason brushes a kiss over my hair and leads me over to the guys.
Aiden offers me his hand and I take it, crawling on the bed to be next to him.
“How are you?” we both say at the same time.
I blush, and he pulls me into his arms where he rests against the pillows.
“Let’s start with you,” Aiden says.
“I’m good.” I breathe in his citrus scent, and with everything that happened at the party tonight followed by us all fucking, I’m barely keeping my eyes open. “You?”
“Better now that you’re in my arms.” His hand rubs my bare arm, and tingles work their way through me.
My heart feels like it’s going to explode. Roarke snuggles up behind me.
“I love having my cock inside you, poppet.” His lips caress the back of my neck, stirring the embers a little, but I’m too tired.
“No fucking in my bed.” Mason’s voice is stern. “At least not tonight. Let’s let the poor woman rest so we can fuck her again tomorrow.”
Heat pours through me at his words, and then he turns off the lights. Darkness surrounds me, but so does the warmth of these guys. I take a deep breath. I can handle this.
Someone moves on the bed, and then there are footsteps on the wood floor. A light turns on in the bathroom and Wyatt closes the door so there’s a little glow around it and the room isn’t as dark.
“Better, kitten?”
My pulse quickens. They really need to stop treating me this good. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave them. “Thank you.”
I rest my head on Aiden’s chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. Roarke curls up behind me. Even though Wyatt and Mason aren’t touching me, I can still feel their presence. I’m safe and warm and protected.
I want to hold onto this feeling. I don’t want to sleep, but I’m exhausted.
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ROARKE
My hand curves over Greer’s hip, cradled against mine. My cock is hard, which isn’t surprising with the soft flesh of her ass pressing against it. It’s still dark in the room, but it’s probably sunrise. The party went late last night.
And the after-party was the best I’ve ever been to. Fuck, who knew fucking a woman with my friends would be so hot. I’ve been involved in a couple of threesomes, both with two women and with a woman and a man. But being with Greer was next level.
I slide my hand between her warm thighs. She’s got her leg wrapped around Aiden as they both sleep. When I cup her pussy, she whimpers slightly like a wounded animal.
Fuck.
Will she ever talk about what happened to her? She’s only twenty-one. I wish I couldn’t imagine what happened to a kid in the foster system. The terror on her face yesterday morning told me everything.
My poor poppet.
I move my hand back to her hip and kiss her bare shoulder, tracing the delicate bone with my tongue. She sighs and relaxes again between me and Aiden. Hmm. Maybe a more tactile approach.
Wyatt sits up and looks over at us. He raises an eyebrow as I kiss her shoulder again.
“Limits,” he says softly.
I rub her hip, but I’m not about to wake her up. She was exhausted when she came to bed last night. Wyatt’s right. I need to respect her limits, and this one isn’t one I can blow past. Not without freaking her out and maybe even driving her away.
Wyatt chuckles as he moves out of the bed. He slides his hand over her bare leg. His eyes soften when he looks at her sleeping face. She’s not like other women.
I’ve fucked twenty-one-year-olds before. It’s definitely not an age thing, because my poppet definitely isn’t a normal twenty-one-year-old. Yes, she doesn’t have a plan for her life, but how could she?
Her apartment was shit. Her boyfriend was shit. And I’m guessing her job was shit.
Whoever her friend is that gave her our number deserves a fucking finder’s fee. Greer needs us as much as we need her. I want to show her all the things she hasn’t experienced. Take her to premieres and parties. Show her off when she’s looking as gorgeous as she did last night.
Fuck, show her off when she’s barefaced and in baggy clothes.
Play with her in the ocean and the pool. Take her to a deserted island and play natives for a while. Fuck her everywhere and anywhere.
As passionate as she is, I can’t help but wonder why she hadn’t orgasmed with anyone else before. She’s responsive to our touch. So what held her back?
I’m not a fucking therapist, but I want to dig in her brain and find out how she ticks. I want to know everything about her. I want to make her smile and sigh and come so fucking hard she passes out.
She was close last night. Pretty sure we can get her there.
Fuck. Would it be a dick move to wake her up just so I can fuck her again?
“Roarke,” Mason says from behind me. “Stop grinding on the poor girl’s ass. Go take care of yourself if you’re so fucking horny.”
“I’m not grinding on her ass,” I murmur, stopping the rocking of my hips. Well, not intentionally, anyway. I roll onto my back and readjust my cock in my boxers.
“What happened when you went down on her yesterday morning?” Mason lies on his back with his arm tucked under his head, staring at the ceiling like it did him wrong.
“She seemed into it, but then she said ‘no’ and ‘don’t.’ I backed away and she cowered against the headboard like I was the monster under her bed come to get her.” That helps my raging hard-on go down some. “She was shaking, and her eyes were glazed like she wasn’t here.”
I glance over at her and Aiden sleeping. They wrap around each other like they’re each other’s lifeline in sleep. I lift her braid and let it slide out of my hand.
Mason grunts in acknowledgment and then sighs. “She’s glued together, but she’s fragile. We need to respect the limits she puts on us but also figure out what her real limits are. She wants to please us, and that can be dangerous. She’ll let us push her too far.”
He’s right. She hesitated before answering and would look to us for confirmation before saying no to anything. I want to know who broke her. I’m sure they didn’t pay for what they did, or Mason would know about it.
I’ll make sure they pay for what they did to her.
“I’m going for a run.” I lean over Greer and press a kiss to her temple. She releases a soft breath. What I want from her will have to wait until she’s more comfortable. I like exhibition, but I also like just having her on my cock any way I can get it.
I might hold off on her ass, though, make her really want it.
Fuck, my cock is rock hard again. I get off Mason’s bed and leave the dark room, stepping out into the bright, sunlit hallway. I squint at the light before entering my bedroom.
Stripping off my boxers, I leave them on the floor before going into my bathroom and turning on the shower. I stop at the mirror and check my jaw. My stubble is getting a little thick. It’s time to shave, but I’ll wait until tomorrow.
I want to see Greer’s creamy thighs marked from beard burn.
Grinning, I step into the shower and let the water pour over me. Her response is so fucking innocent, but not shy innocent. No, my girl wants it. She’s not shy about taking what she wants. I stroke my hand over my cock.
Nothing is artificial about Greer. Yes, she can fake a smile like the rest of us. But every inch of her is sincere. She doesn’t like lying or cheating. She hides that fantastic little body under baggy clothes like she doesn’t want anyone to notice her.
Fuck, but I notice her. I glide my hand up and down my cock, rubbing my thumb over my slit, feeling it pulse with need. Her voice husky and low. My other hand slides up the tile, and I rest my head against the coolness. Closing my eyes, I play back last night.
Watching her on video, sliding into her wet heat and just feeling her twitch and convulse around me. I’ve always used condoms because I don’t trust most women, but with Greer, I want to feel every inch of her.
Fuck, it’s worth it. Even if she ends up pregnant, my cock twitches in my hand. I can picture her swollen with my child, bent over the couch while I fuck her. I stroke faster, getting close.
Watching her come in the shower, fuck, I could do that over and over again. She always has this little look of shock and surprise before she topples over the edge. I can’t wait to spend the day inside her, tasting her, teasing her, fucking her.
Groaning, I come all over my hand. I don’t know how much fucking it will take to get Greer Morrow out of my system or if I ever will, but I’m definitely up to trying.