EPILOGUE 2
“You alright there, princess?”
Haze’s voice replays in my mind as I hesitate to reply, gathering all my thoughts. It’s a result of the trauma I suffered from getting shot and suffering a cardiac arrest. Sometimes, I know what I want to say, but I hesitate to make sure the correct words leave my mouth. Most people wouldn’t even notice it, but these four men do, and they have the patience of several saints.
It also doesn’t help that I’ve had several orgasms in the last two hours, and my mind has naturally turned to slush.
“I need someone’s dick to fuck my mouth,” I finally say after Asher climbs off the bed. I know he’s going to sit on the armchair here and watch me as he plays with his now placid cock. Sometimes he’ll even get it hard again, and I’ll suggest he fuck my pussy with it.
I love fucking these men. We don’t fuck every day. If I push my pussy to that extent, it might just get up and go on a long nomadic hike in the desert in protest. The men respect that I need a rest after a multiple group session, and I pride myself on my stamina.
Most people think you shouldn’t have sex after a cardiac arrest. That’s just bullshit, and only someone who doesn’t enjoy sex would make such a comment.
Sure, for months, I simply couldn’t. It wasn’t physically possible because I was sick, but one day, I felt better and asked my doctor. She said if I could climb two flights of stairs without pain or shortness of breath, then I should be fine. The guys made me climb five and even checked my heart rate before they were convinced I could have an orgasm without having a heart attack.
I feel completely good. Let”s not forget I’m still young, relatively fit, and eat healthy. My mind sometimes does funny stuff, but it’s nothing serious.
I can still write music, belt out a pretty good tune, walk my dogs, drive my truck, and fuck my four boyfriends. What more could a girl freakin’ want?
“Siren, if you let go of Jagger or me, we can fulfill your wish, darling.”
See what I mean?
Sometimes, I want to do stuff, but not everything coordinates that well.
But fuck that. I’ve just been servicing four men at the same time.
That’s a fucking achievement.
I feel Callum grip my wrist hard, and I free his cock from my hand. It’s nothing to worry about; it happened before, and he’s just reminding my brain what I need to do.
As soon as he hovers his cock over my mouth, I swipe my tongue over it and hear him groan.
I let go of Jagger.
“I want you both sitting side by side facing each other,” I command.
“Babe—”
“Close your eyes and feel what I’m doing,” I say, cutting Jagger’s protests.
I know my men are as sexually straight as a heterosexual man can possibly be. They’re super comfortable in their own skin, but as much as I’d love to have both their dicks in my mouth— and cunt if we’re being honest, I know this isn’t something they’ll agree to, and I have to accept it.
“I promise I won’t do anything suuuussss!” I groan out the last word as Haze behind me makes a move that almost sends me flying over the edge.
I hear them chuckle, and both men reluctantly do as I ask because they know I won’t disappoint. With our kind of group relationship, trust and faith are an integral part of our success and happiness.
My hand replaces my lips on Callum’s dick, and I go to town on Jagger’s. Feeling bold, I slide my hand under him and cup his balls.
The deep groan he makes resonates through his entire body, and I swear it makes me even hornier, if that’s even mentally possible, considering the position I’m currently in. I feel his dick pulsate between my lips.
“Oh fuck. This is so…so…” he groans into a whisper.
I remove my mouth from him and replace it with my hand as I go back to servicing my moody base player.
Behind me, I feel Haze driving his cock up into me and groaning like a beast. I know all four men are voyeurs and get their kicks watching me fuck the other. Heck, they’re so horny all the fucking time. Going panty-less in just one of their t-shirts is a major trigger for them.
I giggle into Callum’s cock, and he chuckles.
“What’s so funny, siren?”
I remove my mouth from him and slide my tongue from the base of his cock all the way up his shaft.
“You men are what’s funny. Competing with how many orgasms you can give me, and here I am getting all four of you off, and I’m counting Ash’s current handjob as number five. Five male orgasms within the hour. Rock, paper, scissors. I win.”
“Little minx,” Callum quips and lines up his cock with my lips once more and thrusts into my mouth. Pulling out, he slams straight in hard and fast. I swallow him instead of gagging. My eyes tear up, but I can handle him. I could have dealt with both of them.
“Ahhhh! Fuck, siren!” One hard thrust, and he spills down my throat.
“That was bloody amazing,” Callum says, sitting upright on the bed and catching his breath.
Behind me, his brother rides me harder, powering into me. He grips my hair, pulling so my head tilts up, and I feel him slide his hand to my front, and I come as soon as his finger finds my clit.
My entire body convulses, and almost with that, Haze rolls his hips and takes himself deeper as he continues to grip my hair. I feel his pelvis quiver against my ass as he comes.
“God, I fucking love you, Eden.”
“Right back at you, lover boy,” I say as I feel him pull out, and I collapse on the bed and drag Jagger’s hand over to my breast.
“You’ve been very patient,” I whisper. “Care to fuck me?”
He follows me on the bed and brings his body to hover over mine.
“You are fucking perfect, darling.”
I smile up at him, exhausted but ready for one more man, and then I’m done.
“You really want me to fuck you, Eden?”
“Yes,” I breathe, lost in those mesmerizing blue eyes of his. Damn, he’s so gorgeous like this. “Kiss me first, Jagger.”
He lifts my leg over his shoulder, opening me wide, and leans forward to claim my lips in the most lethal way. He thrusts both his tongue and cock inside me, and I don’t know how the hell he does it, but fuck, he’s grinding his hips and tongue simultaneously like he’s choreographed them to move.
The man is taking me apart, and just when I thought there was no way I had any energy left, I scream my orgasm out into his mouth, and it’s earth-shattering, mind-blowing, insane.
He only needs a few more pumps until he grunts out his climax and stays inside me a little longer to savor the moment.
“I love us connected like this,” I say, and he smiles at me, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.
“Forever,” he says, and I know he means it.
I lost them as boys, but as men, they’re mine.
I turn to look out my large bedroom window with a view of the vast landscape. The sun is beginning to set. A stunning yellow and orange seep through the glass.
This isn’t any ordinary love I have with these men.
Our love, immense and powerful, mirrors the vastness of this desert. Like the endless horizon that stretches before us, our bond knows no bounds. The strength of our connection is similar to the resilient dunes, standing steadfast against the shifting winds of time.
In the heart of this emotional landscape, our love is a force of nature, expansive and enduring.
I turn my focus to the man above me as he shifts his body off me and slumps to my side. He rests with his arm draped over my stomach as we both catch our breath.
I’ve been fucked over and over again for hours. These men are machines, and I’m not sure my body can take any more of them. But Asher gets up, naked and hung so beautiful, his muscles carved in ways that make my mouth water. He slides on the bed to my other side and kisses my lips as he lays on the pillow beside me.
Haze taps his brother on the shoulder, “Fancy a bit of a run before the sun sets?”
Callum looks up, a grin spreading across his face.
“Absolutely. How about we hit a new trail this time?”
Sounds perfect,” Haze replies, putting on his shorts. ”Maybe we can break our own record today.”
Callum”s grin turns mischievous. ”Oh, you mean my record? You”re always a few steps behind, bruv.”
Haze chuckles, playfully rolling his eyes. ”What? I leave you eating my dust every single time! I’ll do it again if it’s a race you want.”
Callum raises a brow, but his mouth soon turns upward into a slow smirk.
”You”re on. But just a heads up, I”ve been practicing my sprinting in secret.”
Haze feigns surprise, smirking right back at him. ”Secret sprinting, huh? We”ll see about that. Prepare to be amazed, little bruv.”
I hear them sharing a laugh as their voices trail off down the hallway, the solidarity between them evident. After all the battles these two have had with each other, the satisfaction that they have finally put down their swords and found their equilibrium is like a quiet sigh of relief.
Everything has fallen into place.
I turn my body to face Jagger. Asher, behind me, draws closer as my body molds to fit his. Over Jagger”s shoulder, I gaze out the windows once more.
Us.
This.
It’s forever.
And even when we’re long gone, our love will endure like the boundless desert, stretching infinitely through generations, our eternal tale etched in the sands. Like the wind carrying whispers, the unending connection between five hearts echoing through the dunes. This love defies time”s limits. In the simplicity of the landscape, where life can seem fleeting, the tale of eternal passion remains, floating in the soft whispers of the sandy winds.
I wrap my arm around Jagger, nestled between both men, capturing this precious moment to hold onto forever.