Chapter 14 #3
The men exchange glances. There’s a silent challenge in the air. Lucien is the first one to drop his shorts, and oh my fucking God, his cock is as nice as I remember it. I stare, open mouthed, but snap my mouth shut when I see him looking at me, a big grin on his face.
Sevrin gets naked next, and, yes ma’am, he’s a fine thing to look at. There’s not a look of cockiness on his face, but it’s like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. As he dances, his dick bobbing to the unheard music, I’m overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. He’s certainly been blessed.
Gareth is next, and the big guy does not disappoint.
I didn’t get to spend nearly as much time doing dirty things to his cock as I did to the other two, but the sight of him is permanently etched in my mind.
As he dances, his cock seems to jerk, and I realize it’s because I’m staring at him.
And it’s nice to see that I affect him like that.
Alaric is last and seems to debate with himself for a long time before finally letting the material drop to his ankles.
He tugs at it, moving it slowly lower, putting his whole rock hard belly on display, pulling it until I can’t believe his cock hasn’t just jumped out, and then it does, and the material hits his ankles, and my heart stops.
Holy fuck. That’s a monster cock. That’s… four men’s dicks put together.
I have to clench my teeth together to keep the words “Holy shit” from exploding from my lips.
It’s obvious he’s bigger than the other men, but they don’t need to know that I’ve noticed that.
Besides, these boys have erections big enough to fly a sail off of.
They have nothing to be embarrassed about.
But then, they notice. Of course, they notice.
“Alaric!” Lucien exclaims.
“What the hell?” Gareth mutters.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sevrin says, shaking his head.
Alaric looks embarrassed. “I wasn’t sure how I’d… compare. I haven’t seen a lot of… I didn’t know…”
“All of you should be proud,” I tell them, and mean it. “You’re all a fine group of men.”
“But who knew Mr. Quiet had Jumbo in his pants,” Lucien grumbles.
Alaric looks mortified and reaches for his shorts.
“No, don’t!” I say. “Come here!”
Alaric looks uncertain, but he comes to sit next to me on the bed, naked and shy.
I turn to him and kiss him softly. I’d meant for it to be reassurance.
A reward for being brave enough to get naked in front of all of us.
But between the drinks and the dance, it quickly gets out of control.
I’m kissing him like a woman starved, and he’s excited and eager, pulling me closer, adjusting me to deepen our kiss.
Unexpectedly, he pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him, and the sensation of him all around me does crazy things to me. He sucks on my neck while I cling to his bare shoulders, feeling wet, horny, and out-of-control.
His massive cock stands right between us, and I inch higher and higher on him, until I get him under me. Then I grind along his length, just my panties between the two of us.
Alaric curses and jerks back. “Harper, this is going to end badly–”
“Badly? Maybe I want it to end badly,” I tell him innocently.
Alaric glances at the other men, and I follow his gaze. Lucien has his hand slowly gliding up and down his cock, openly staring, and Gareth and Sevrin are just staring. The funny thing is that no one looks jealous. They just look horny.
I bite my lip, picturing again what it’s going to be like to be with them. “I mean, we’re all going to sleep together tomorrow night, and from now on, anyway, right?”
Alaric is breathing hard. “Yeah, but I thought we’d ease into this. That there would be a plan. Maybe a schedule of who had you on what night. Not… not all of this.”
I can’t help myself—I kiss him lightly. “This can be whatever you want. If you’re not ready for this, you’re not ready for this.”
He smiles and kisses me again, touching my cheek. “Sorry, I just needed a second. Yeah, I’m definitely ready for this.”
“You sure?” I ask, surprised.
He nods. “I mean, you are sort of straddling my cock. That’s making it hard to think straight.”
I shift on him, sliding away to free him. “If I’m making it hard to think…”
He grabs my hips. “Seriously. No. Stay right there. Don’t move.”
“Alaric?”
He pulls me back against him, and a groan slips from his lips. “Stay.”
We’re both breathing hard.
“How is this supposed to go?” I ask the room in general. “Has anyone done something like this before?”
Lucien raises his hand. “Although there was less cock, only one cock, and several women.”
“That’s not very helpful,” I say.
Gareth clears his throat. “My thought? Alaric is the only one who hasn’t been with you. Why don’t we give him a shot first to… warm things up?”
“So, we’re just supposed to watch him fuck her?” Sevrin asks, reaching for a bottle of liquor, and drinking straight from it, while actively staring at us.
“We might enjoy it,” Lucien says lightly.
“But we can’t join in?” Sevrin asks, clarifying, his dick still hard.
“No one said that,” Lucien responds, continuing to stroke his erection.
I don’t know what to do. I turn back to Alaric, feeling some of my bravado fading. “I’m not sure…”
“I’m here,” he says. “I’ve got you, okay?” And all his fear is gone. He’s just staring at me, radiating certainty.
“Okay.”
He kisses me again, and it takes me a minute to get back into it. To stop focusing on my racing heart. To stop thinking about the three naked men with giant dicks behind me, just staring. Just watching. But Alaric is unbelievably skilled at kissing, and before too long I’m melting on his lap.
Our kisses become more and more heated. I adjust again, so I’m resting on top of his cock.
I slip and slide back and forth on top of him, feeling my underwear get more and more wet between my desire and his.
Then he reaches between us and into my underwear.
I tense, and he begins to slowly stroke the line of my opening.
I’m breathing hard, my heart racing. He’s kissing me like a man starved.
I sense movement behind me and break our kiss, staring back at the three men. Sevrin pulls off my robe, and his big hands brush my thighs and the sides of my body as he pulls my nightgown off of me. I’m left in nothing but my underwear, but I don’t feel vulnerable. I just feel excited.
Sevrin sits down on the bed next to us and steers my head over to him. Suddenly, he’s kissing me. His mouth is rougher and more possessive.
Alaric continues to stroke my slit, without entering me, and the sensation makes every hair on my body stand on end.
He leans down and begins to suck one of my breasts, and I gasp and press myself down on him harder.
His finger enters my folds, and his touch is gentle. Feather-light. Teasing me. Touching me.
His cock is still under me, hard and erect. I could be grinding against him, if his fingers weren’t in the way. I almost want to ask him to stop, but I don’t. His touch is… electrifying. Sensual.
Gareth comes and sits at my other side, latching onto my other breast and sending sparks of desire radiating from all over my body. I start to make little sounds, some mix of pleasure and pain, although it’s not really pain, it’s frustration.
Alaric slips a finger inside me, and I start to grind desperately on top of it.
“Fuck, Harper,” Alaric groans.
It’s a warning, but I don’t stop. He touches me. He plays with me. He builds my desire until I feel like I’m losing my mind. My hands curl into Gareth and Alaric’s hair, keeping them close to my chest, keeping them eagerly sucking.
Lucien is suddenly at my back. He pulls me away, pulls the men from my breast. I almost feel like I’m going to fall but rough, calloused hands come from all over, holding me up. He tilts me until my head falls back, and then, hands on my shoulders, he rubs the tip of his cock against my mouth.
I know what he wants without him saying a word.
I part my lips, and he slides his cock, slick with precum, into my mouth. I wrap my lips around him. He groans, rocking in and out of me. At my sides, Gareth and Sevrin take my hands and place them on their long erections. I start to stroke without them saying a word.
It’s overwhelming. It feels like too much. But I don’t stop.
Suddenly, Alaric pulls his fingers out of my pussy.
I’m about to protest, feeling open and empty, before he rips my underwear off, and a second later I feel him easing his tip into me.
I squeeze the men’s dicks harder, sucking so sharply on Lucien that he curses.
Then I hold myself really still as Alaric eases into me from on the bed.
I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for this.
He’s so damn big. So filling. I don’t even know how I’m going to take him. The other men were already big. This guy? He’s got the width of a glass. It takes everything in me to not start struggling, but I remain calm, taking him inch by inch.
It feels like a lifetime has passed by the time he’s balls deep inside of me and can’t push in any further.
We’re all breathing hard, but I slowly get back to sucking and stroking, delighting in the tangy taste in my mouth and wetness on my hands.
I’m feeling like a serious badass… until Alaric starts fucking me, then everything goes out the window.
He’s long and thick. Impossibly so. Every time he pushes inside me, it feels like my insides are rearranging to accommodate him. I choke on the cock in my mouth, and Lucien pushes in deeper, no doubt liking the sound of me struggling to take him.
Alaric’s pace increases. Faster and faster. My toes curl. I suck Lucien harder and pump Gareth and Sevrin’s cocks to keep Alaric’s rhythm. My heartbeat begins to fill my ears and pleasure roars through me with all the force of an angry dragon.
“Oh gods,” I mouth around the cock between my lips. But no one hears. “Oh gods,” I repeat again, as we move faster.
I thought Alaric was taking me as hard as he could, but something snaps inside of him, and he goes crazy.
Tension sings through every muscle in my body, and then my orgasm hits, and I’m afraid I might pass out.
It’s too much. Too many feelings. Too much pleasure.
I start screaming around the cock in my mouth as the men work me harder and faster.
I’m choking on the big cock in my mouth, losing my mind.
I’m thrashing between them like a wild animal.
Alaric comes inside of me, shouting my name, and I swear I feel his hot cum sliding around inside of me.
Lucien is next, filling my mouth with his seed, gripping my hair with a fierce hold as he pumps his cum inside of me like I’m something he owns, rather than the woman he’s going to marry.
Gareth and Sevrin explode into my hands, drenching me with their seed. They’re pumping so frantically that they seem to have lost all control. But I can’t do anything. I can’t say anything. I simply collapse between them. Tingles move through my body. Every nerve is alive with pleasure.
After a long minute, Lucien pops his cock free from my mouth, and Gareth and Sevrin let my hands drop. They sit me up, so I’m straddling Alaric, his cock still inside of me, and they bring wet cloths to clean me up.
Alaric holds me close as he scoots back onto the pillows and lets me lay on top of him, and Gareth and Lucien fall onto the bed beside me.
Suddenly, Sevrin climbs behind where I’m straddling Alaric, and I look back at him to see him hard and ready again.
My brain stops working, and I don’t realize what he’s doing until he’s pushing the tip of his cock into my asshole.
“What are you doing?” Gareth asks, sounding utterly pleased.
“Our lady’s not satisfied just yet,” Sevrin says.
I almost argue, but he pushes slowly inside of me, and I feel my body turning on again. Waking up. Ready and aware of his every move. Alaric hardens inside my pussy, and the sensation of the two of them inside of me is out of this world.
Sevrin takes his time entering my ass. His cock is still slick with his cum. He stops when there’s resistance. Never pushes. Never hurts me. And before long, he’s inside of me.
When they start working together, I feel like I’ve lost my mind. Having two men inside of me is like nothing I’ve felt before, and weird sensations roll through me. It’s like they’re awakening nerves I never knew existed.
Gareth and Lucien kneel on the bed beside us, and without a word, I grab both their cocks, then begin between them, sucking on one cock and then the other. I feel powerful. Free. Like I’m alive for the first time in my life. It just… feels right, being with them. Being with all of them.
The men inside of me pick up their pace.
I begin to moan, whimper, beg. I don’t know what.
They go faster and faster until my orgasm hits, and this one is even more powerful than the last. It’s the kind of feeling that should knock out every candle in the castle.
The kind of orgasm that changes a person forever.
It’s like I can’t stop. Even when they explode inside of me, shouting my name, filling me with cum, I don’t stop. Even when Gareth explodes in my mouth and Lucien explodes in my hand, I don’t stop. The orgasm just keeps going and going, stretching out like it has no end.
Finally, I collapse onto Alaric, sandwiched between two men. I’m surrounded by the four of them. I’m exhausted, sated, and… happy. Definitely happy.
“Wow,” I manage.
“So, how does your farmer compare to that?” Lucien asks smugly.
I smile sleepily. “Hate to break it to you, but there was never any dancing naked farmer.”
There’s a minute of silence. Then some laughter.
Then Gareth says, “Good. I thought we were going to have to go kill him.”
I try to keep my voice steady. “There was this one guy who was really good at oral…”
“I can beat him,” Sevrin says quickly.
Pressing my face into Alaric’s chest, I laugh. This is going to be fun.