20 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
The BLT’s were of course delicious, as BLT’s always tended to be. I served them with grilled corn, a serious side of bending over, and generous amounts of cleavage. One by one I tucked their napkins in, giving each of the men a slow, sensuous kiss while the others looked on. Only then, with my blood pumping hotly, did I finally settle down to enjoy the fruits of my hard labor.
We ate and drank in relative silence, enjoying the softness of the music and the stillness of the night. Looking around, I still couldn’t believe I was here. Even now, after all these days, the entire mansion and everything in it seemed wholly surreal to me. Like some incredibly-detailed lucid dream I refused to wake up from.
But like all good dreams, it was unfortunately coming to an end.
The boys praised my meager cooking skills as I knew they would, and insisted upon clearing the table. I sat back and let them do it, watching happily as they washed the dishes and put the kitchen back to the way it was. I sighed contentedly, but in the back of my mind, the dread of inevitable detachment was creeping ever closer. Going home after this was going to be brutal, I knew. Not only did I still have to pick up the pieces of my shattered life, I had to do it while leaving this incredible, hedonistic paradise behind.
In every way I could think of, it just wasn’t fair.
At the same time though, it had to be this way. Whatever we had here on this remote, magical place needed to remain here; for the sake of everyone’s sanity. We couldn’t bring it back with us. As much as I wanted to believe it, perhaps even indulge in it, the veil of secrecy required would always be gossamer thin.
No, it was far too dangerous. We had the rest of tonight to make the best of it. Tomorrow morning, perhaps. But beyond that—
“Hey…”
I looked up, right into the smoldering green eyes of Andre. The hulking giant towered over me, his muscled arms dangling like two lethal weapons. One of them, I noticed, was wrapped with a ribbon of scar tissue. From this angle, he made me feel very small, and very insignificant. And also, very, very wet.
“I noticed there’s only one thing on the dessert menu,” he said, tapping it.
“Umm-hmm.”
“Well, I want it.”
I smiled, coyly. “Now?”
“Right now.”
Shifting my hips, I let my legs fall open. All the way open.
“Then come get it.”
That’s how the night started, with the boys carrying me upstairs to devour me whole. Serving me for dessert was my own little selfish fantasy, and they fulfilled it by laying me down, spreading me open, and taking turns ravishing me with their hot mouths. There wasn’t a moment I wasn’t gasping, or moaning, or screaming someone’s name. My fingers hurt from clutching the sheets or squeezing the backs of their heads, in hopes of driving their plunging tongues deeper and more fully inside me. I came multiple times, gushing against acres of handsome, beautiful stubble. In the end I was left dizzy and delirious, my chest heaving. Someone handed me a bottle of water. I sat up on my elbows and drank it down, letting my eyes readjust to the dim light of the bedroom, which happened to be mine.
And then they were on me again, taking me. Sharing me. Spitroasting me hotly from both ends, while twisting and turning my body to meet their every whim and need. There was muscle everywhere. Strong arms and thick thighs, and taut, yummy-looking buttocks, pumping away. The boys bent me over each other’s laps without hesitation, kissing and holding me while I was fucked roughly from behind. I thrashed my head around, totally in heat, and when I whipped one of them in the face with my hair, someone found a hair tie and put it back in a ponytail. And from that point on, to my joy and happiness, they took turns pulling that ponytail while dogging me from behind.
Kayden came first, kissing me throughout our mutual orgasm, holding my face in his calloused hands until I was whisked cruelly away. I was picked up as if I was weightless and set carefully down on Bishop’s enormous erection, which felt more like an impaling than anything else. I spread my hands over his chest and rode him until I was sweaty and breathless and on the verge of another monster climax, at which point the stars of my universe exploded with the fury of a thousand suns.
And that was only the beginning.
The wind picked up as the night progressed, mirroring the events in the bedroom. The beautiful night that had started so calm and tranquil had grown into a swirling, churning storm. Rain pattered against the windows, rattling the glass as my lovers buffeted my body. My ruined stockings hung in tatters against my quivering thighs, torn eagerly apart by three men desperate to prove themselves between my legs, this one final time.
Over and over they used me, handing me off to each other as the storm increased in intensity and lightning streaked the sky. The best part was that I let them. It was thrilling just to be theirs , so fully and completely, my writhing, naked body ready and eager to fulfill their every whim. For the rest of the night, I became their toy. Their plaything. My swollen, dripping body belonged entirely to them, and I desperately wanted them to use it as their own personal playground.
In the end it was Andre, pumping me deep, my legs spread, crushing me beneath his weight. The kissing was frenzied, our hot breath intermingled. Our bodies were a tangle of heat and skin as he surged forward one last time, crying out through a series of sexy grunts and growls as he buried his seed inside me.
Ohhhhhhh…
I hooked my ankles to draw him even deeper, enjoying the fullness of our connection. In that moment the whole thing felt so primal, so animalistic. Like he’d mated me instead of fucked me. Bred me like a stallion breeds a mare; for the purpose of procreation, and in the heat of it all I imagined getting pregnant by him, or by one of the others. The very idea of carrying a baby sewn by the seed of three hot men sent shockwaves of excitement rippling through me, and those shockwaves heightened my orgasm. When I came down I was left spent and breathless, legs quivering, in a warm puddle of sex.