Chapter Six #2
“No,” he laughs. “We’ll order room service.”
“I also have nothing else to wear.”
“I brought extra clothes for you,” Stacy says. “I had a feeling y’all would stay, so I planned ahead. I can bring you something in the morning if you need more than just leggings and a T-shirt.”
“Kay,” I say quietly. Anxiety is swirling inside of me, and with every passing moment, I am closer to panicking.
“We’re gonna go before she runs away,” Lance says as he waves everyone off.
They lead me toward the elevators, and I am just blindly following them at this point.
I trust them, and that’s all that matters.
When the elevator doors shut, I back myself into a corner and slide down the wall to a squatted position.
I rest my elbows on my knees and press my palms to my forehead.
My breathing is coming in short bursts suddenly, and I can’t slow it down.
I feel like an idiot for freaking out like this.
I am twenty-eight, and I’ve known them my entire life.
I’m alone with them daily. I have been in just a towel around them more times than I can count.
The difference is… I’ve never had sex, and they have.
I have this nagging feeling in the back of my head that I won’t be good enough or I won’t measure up to what they want in a partner, and there I’ll be.
What if I fuck everything up with my anxiety?
They know I have anxiety, though. This isn’t new. They’ve calmed me down numerous times.
“Hey. You’re okay. Come here,” Mason says as he pulls me up to stand. He wraps me in a hug, and no one says a word while I try to calm down. I’m not crying, but I am damn near hyperventilating.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m being ridiculous. I have no reason to be panicking. None of this is new.”
“Not so far, no,” Mason says.
“So I have no reason, but I can’t make it stop.”
“Right now, this isn’t new to you, but we all know what the new part will be.
That is what’s freaking you out. Not only were you raised in a home to hate yourself and anything that could possibly bring you joy, but you’ve never had sex.
I promise you, everyone is this nervous at some point, even if it is internalized,” Mason explains.
“I just have no idea what I’m getting myself into,” I sigh.
“Technically… We are the ones getting into something,” Lance says with a smirk.
“Shut up,” I laugh.
“Do you want a blunt answer?” Dean asks as the door opens on the top floor.
“Yes.”
“A lot,” he says. “It’s going to be a lot to process, and although we won’t hurt you, it’s still going to require us to move slowly.”
“I need you to be a bit more blunt than that,” I say as we stop in front of the door to the suite. He opens the door before stepping aside to let me walk in first. “Oh, my God…”
The suite is massive. Right away, we walk into the living room where there is a large black faux leather sectional couch and a wall-mounted television above the gas fireplace.
There is a full kitchen off to one side with a fully stocked bar.
There is one bedroom with one huge bed. Ignoring that for a moment, I see there is a balcony with a thick banister surrounding it.
It’s large enough to comfortably seat the four of us.
Having looked at the rest of the suite, I look at the room in more detail. There is a bag on the bed that I recognize. I realize that this was planned in far more detail than I thought. Even the guys look shocked to see it.
“How did they know we’d get a room instead of going home?” Mason asks.
“Because Todd is a smart little shit,” Lance laughs.
“Why didn’t we go home?” I ask. They all smile at me, but Dean is the one who answers.
“Because we want your first time to be special,” he says. “You, dear, deserve to be treated like a queen. All of that starts here.”
“I don’t know how queens are supposed to… act,” I say timidly.
“Well, I don’t know about them, but I’d like to think I’m a pretty great teacher,” Dean says with a smile.
“I’m… I’m afraid that my inexperience will fuck it all up,” I admit.
“No, baby. It won’t. Also, I think you know plenty. You’ve done things with guys before, yes?” Dean asks.
“Yeah. I’ve done most things but just not actual sex.”
“So, you masturbate?” Mason asks, and Lance chuckles.
“Ah. I only just made the connection that if I can hear you, then you can hear me,” I say, and he smiles.
“Yeah, and I don’t know if you know how hard it is to not go in there and take over for you,” he says.
“First, you need to change and eat something,” Lance says.
“If Todd and Stacy packed, I’m afraid to know what’s in here,” I say as I go to the bed.
I open the bag and laugh out loud when all I find for me is lace and silk nightgowns.
They’re thin, short, and hardly cover anything.
I have a few different pairs of underwear and thongs.
The guys have simple boxers, t-shirts, jeans, and pajama pants.
“Why do I get dressed like a slut but you all get normal clothes?”
“I’m not going to complain, but you can take one of the T-shirts if you want,” Dean laughs.
“Are you trying to avoid seeing too much of me?” I joke.
“Watch it, Sadie,” he says with a low warning.
“Watch what?” I smile at him innocently, and he growls as he steps closer and grabs me. Dean pulls me against his chest and grabs the back of my neck to keep me from pulling away from him.
“That bratty little attitude of yours is about to backfire,” he warns.
“Oh, is that right?” I ask. “How many times have you said that to me, Dean?”
“Enough that I should have put you over my knee a long time ago,” Dean says as he leans down and brushes his lips against my ear. “You’re in the lion’s den now, Little Demon. I suggest you learn to watch your mouth.”
Dean steps back, and I look at him for a moment, contemplating what I want to say next. I could be a brat, or I could just shut up. He narrows his eyes at me, knowing exactly what I’ll choose.
“Make me,” I say simply. This isn’t the first time that I have challenged them, and it certainly won’t be the last. Generally, whenever I make a comment like this, they just kind of grunt their disapproval and move on.
This time, he takes me by surprise when he wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me closer.
He’s not squeezing, but he sure does have my attention.
“Say it again, Sadie,” he says.
“Say it again, Sadie,” I mock with a grin. Dean drops his hands before grabbing my shoulders and turning me away from him. He grabs the zipper on my dress and pulls it down so he can pull the straps off and let the dress drop to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a black lace thong and no bra.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Mason says as he steps in front of me.
His hands immediately come to my breasts.
He runs his thumb across my nipples, making them harden at his touch, before letting his hands run down my sides to settle on my hips.
My eyes are focused on him, but I notice that Lance is watching closely from the side.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I admit with a sheepish whisper.
“We lead, and you follow,” Dean says as he moves my feet apart. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
“Yes, Dean. I’m a virgin. Not an idiot,” I say. He smacks my ass, and I yelp, making Mason chuckle.
“Then what is it?”
“Banana,” I laugh.
“Okay,” he chuckles and kisses my shoulder. “One word and we stop, but understand that’s the only word we will stop for. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
“This includes no. You understand that, yes?” Mason asks.
“I do. I don’t know why, but I understand,” I say.
“It’s because you are going to have a snap reaction and tell us to stop when you likely don’t mean it. This safe word will make you truly think about it. If you say no or ask us to stop, we will check in with you,” Mason says.
“I understand,” I say with a sigh.
“Impatient, are we?” Mason asks with a smirk.
“Slightly,” I admit.
“Take off that cute little thong and lie down for us,” Mason says, stepping to the side.
“Ah fuck,” I say in a hushed tone as I close my eyes. What little self-confidence I had just flew out the window, and suddenly I’m shaky again.
This is real. I am mostly naked and about to lie down for my best friends to do as they wish with my body. Who the fuck do I think I am, thinking I can handle them? Maybe Angela was right. This thought sends me into a spiral, and I am back to nearly hyperventilating again.
“I can’t,” I whisper. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
“What are you thinking?” Mason asks as he cups my face with his warm hands.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m one person.
One. I don’t know what to do, or… or how to act.
I don’t know, Mason. I don’t know what to…
” When I start repeating myself, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me.
It’s soft and gentle at first, but when he bites at my lip, something flips in my head and I groan as I loop my arms around his neck.
Dean squeezes my ass before slowly pulling my thong off. Once down, he has me step out of it and my dress so he can lay them elsewhere. Mason presses his thumbs into my hips as Dean reaches between my legs and pushes two fingers inside of me.
I gasp and break our kiss as Dean starts to slowly fuck me with his hand. “Oh, God,” I sigh and grip onto Mason’s biceps.
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Dean says as he pushes deeper. “And tight. God, she’s tight.”
Mason starts to rub my clit, and I moan.
He steps back and sits on the bed as Dean bends me over so that my hands are on the bed to the sides of Mason.
“Not so bratty when you want to come. Isn’t that right, baby?
” Mason murmurs in my ear as he continues to tease me.
Dean adds a third finger, and my legs start to shake.
“That’s it, Demon. Come for us,” Dean encourages.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I whimper. “God, please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”