Chapter Seventeen #3
“So, are you panicking on the inside because you are afraid that’s where it will lead with Jake, or because you are afraid that won’t be where it leads with Jake?”
“First of all, I’m not panicked. Second, Jake would not do the same things that Lance, Dean, and Mason do.”
“You must not know Jake very well,” he says as he stands and pulls me up with him.
“If by well you mean how he fucks, no. I don’t know Jake very well,” I laugh and grab my water.
“Keep being a brat to him, and you might find out,” he says before turning to walk upstairs.
“Hell no. Don’t you walk away from me,” I say as I grab his hand and pull him back. He turns on me so fast that I nearly trip over myself to back up.
“Or what?” Billy asks with a smile as he walks closer. “Are you going to panic? Oh wait. Are you going to be dominant, Sadie? Is that it? Tell me, Sadie… Are you acting out because you need something more intense but don’t know how to ask for it, or are you actually angry with us?”
“Billy,” I whisper as he backs me against a wall. “Please don’t fuck with my head like this.”
“Am I in your head already, Sadie?” he asks as he puts his hands on the wall to either side of me and leans in. “I haven’t even put my hands on you.”
“Billy,” I say, nearly panting.
“Say it. Tell me to back up,” he says. “Tell me you don’t want me close to you, and I’ll back off.”
“This feels like a trap,” I whisper.
“Hey, guys,” Mason says as he walks down to the basement. Billy turns to greet Mason, and I run. As I go to slip past Mason, he pulls me in front of him. “What’s going on?”
“N-Nothing,” I stammer. He narrows his eyes, and guilt stabs through me when I realize what Billy had done to me. I abruptly pull away and run upstairs. I go to the master bathroom and lock myself in so I can take a shower without anyone turning me on more.
I turn the shower on and step in while it’s still ice cold. The icy water shocks my body, and I gasp as I let it try to wash away the feelings Jake and Billy created. As the water warms, it feels amazing. My mind easily wanders as my body relaxes.
Before I know it, I’m daydreaming. Not just daydreaming, but I’m thinking about them. All of them. What the fuck is wrong with me? I feel like I am possessed as I lean against the shower wall and slowly rub my clit.
Vivid manifestations of my daydreams flash in my mind, and it’s so easy for me to picture a reality where they all have their hands on me. In this reality, I wouldn’t know who is who. Would I keep my eyes closed? No. They would blindfold me. I would hand over complete control.
Yes!
No need for a safe word, because I trust them.
They’ll protect me. They’ll pleasure me.
Have I always wanted this? I don’t know.
I know I never saw Leo as anything but a friend.
But Jake? God, Jake. And Del? Of course.
All of them touch me in my mind. All of them demand more from my body.
They take what they want and work together to send me to the moon.
Of course, I have Stacy wrapped up in this fantasy as well.
She would be just as used as me. Just as pleased.
Would I be okay with Lance, Dean, and Mason touching her?
I don’t see why not. Stacy is not a threat.
Would she be just as excited about my daydream?
Has she thought about what it would be like to have the others fuck her like I am thinking about?
I cover my mouth as I tip my head back and moan.
Lord, have mercy on my soul, but I want this so badly.
I’ll deal with the feelings after I come, but for now, I imagine eight men cycling through two women.
Two helpless yet willing women. As my climax peaks and my thighs shake, I pinch my nose closed with my hand firmly over my mouth.
I keep all of my pleasures silent as I come.
Reality crashes down on me and drags in feelings of guilt and shame. Guilty for cheating in my dreams. Shame for wanting more. Shame for wanting it at all.
I quickly take a shower, trying to wash away my sinful thoughts. When I’m done, I get dressed and finish drying my hair. I’m hoping that everyone is gone when I go to the living room, but I freeze in the doorway when everyone looks up at me.
“Nope,” I say.
I turn around and go to the kitchen instead. I make myself busy by washing the dishes in the sink and wiping the counters down. When I start sweeping, Dean comes in.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hey,” I say flatly, glancing up at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Just cleaning,” I say.
“Sadie,” he says.
“Will you get out of my way?” I snap. Dean takes the broom out of my hand and finishes what I was doing before putting it away.
“There. Now, will you pay attention to me?” he asks.
“What, Dean?” I ask with a sigh.
“We are going to grab lunch and go to the park to play some ball,” he says.
“Have fun,” I say. I walk past him and go through the living room to sit on the front porch. As I open the front door, Dean pushes the door shut and turns me to face him.
“I’m not going,” I say.
“Aw. Why not?” Stacy asks. She pushes Dean out of the way to stand in front of me, and I relax. “Don’t make me be the only girl.”
“I really don’t want to,” I say.
“Oh, come on. Who doesn’t want to get tackled by one of them?” she asks, and Todd laughs. I sigh and look around at my living room full of men. Stacy has joined us in playing since… since we had an odd number.
“Alright,” I sigh.
“Yay,” she says, clapping happily. “Let’s go.”
I have evaded every attempt of the guys tackling me. I am on a team with Todd, Lance, Dean, and Mason. Stacy, Jake, Del, Billy, and Ben are on the other team.
I have only managed not to get tackled because I just won’t take the ball. I know they’re getting annoyed with me.
“Sadie,” Mason says. “I’m throwing to you. Better catch it.”
“I don’t want to run,” I frown.
“Or get hit by the ball. That’s fine, too,” he shrugs.