Chapter 57
Lily
" H ey, I'm kind of feeling like a third wheel here," Matt said from behind me.
Ryan hadn't stopped kissing me since we had sex on the balcony. I didn't want him to.
"Is this happening for real, or am I fantasizing about you for the thousandth time since we've been apart?" He pulled back to look into my eyes before allowing his gaze to follow his hand down the length of my arm.
"What would you prefer it to be?" I smiled at him.
Listen, when you're in love, in bliss and floating on a dream cloud, you're entitled to ask stupid, cheesy questions.
"Real." He scooped his hands beneath my arms and wrapped them around his neck so he could hold me tighter.
"Me too," I confessed.
Yes, I knew this was stupid. It went against everything I had told myself that I wouldn't repeat. But, damn it, this was so right. The safety of his arms wrapped around me, our legs intertwined, our breathing matching each other's paces, couldn't be an illusion. I didn't want to do the right thing right now. My only hope was that it wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass. Speaking of biting me in the ass — Matt, greedy for our attention, scooted into my back and surprised me with his already sturdy manhood. His hand slipped between us to grip my breast, and Ryan groaned. I grinned.
"Oh, don't mind me," Matt murmured against my neck. "I just can't resist you lying there like this. It's been two days without you and I have a lot to make up for."
"Ha!" Ryan scoffed. "Two days? Nice try. Try going weeks without Lily."
"Mmm. There's enough of me to go around, guys. No need to fight. Especially when you neglected me for two days to BE WITH Ryan." I shoved my backside against Matt and tugged Ryan closer, grinning.
Ryan didn't grin. His eyes grew stormy and he took my chin.
"I don't want to ever have to do that again. I promise, I'll never fuck up again. I'll do my best to be the best man I can be for you. And I know that if I don't, these guys will fuck me up."
"That's right," Matt growled, his hand pulling me tighter against him.
"And I know worst of all, I'll have to live without you. Fuck..." Ryan paused and scooted in closer. "That's the worst fate." He dropped his head to mine, brushing our noses together. "Man, I missed you."
There was a crack in his voice that made me pull back to search his face. The storm in his eyes produced precipitation, but he blinked them shut before I could catch the rainfall. Instead, he showered me with salty kisses that had me wrapping my arms around his back, re-familiarizing myself with the shape of his body, the softness of his skin, the smell of him.
"Hmm. Ryan," I moaned as Matt's hand crept down my belly and toward my clit. "Umm. Matt." I turned to give him a kiss. Ryan's mouth came down on my nipple and he swung my leg over his hips. I was twisted up like a pretzel and being savored like one too.
"So, those videos," Matt murmured in my ear, stroking me silly as Ryan lapped at my skin. "What were you going to do with them?"
"Fuck," I panted, writhing against them both.
"Were you going to touch yourself to them, pretty?" he asked as Ryan's lips traveled lower.
"Mmm." I bit my lip and nodded. Ryan threw Matt's hand aside and Matt swore.
The bed jerked and Matt left us. I didn't have time to miss him when Ryan's mouth found my center.
"Oh, my fuck. Your tongue is so soft," I moaned, as his licks found their way deep inside me and up my spine, teasing me with a pleasure that played evasive games. Slow and powerful.
My hips couldn't help themselves, chasing my building pleasure against his face. There wasn't much of his hair to grab onto, but I stroked it with the sort of gentle fire stoking through me.
"Fuck, Ryan." My voice got stuck. "I love you," I whispered against the burn in my throat, throwing my head back, and letting him consume me.
"That's right, sexy. Ride that wave," Matt's voice jolted me and I threw my hips harder against Ryan's tongue.
Sounds of hard pounding sex filled the room.
"Mm, fuck. Ryan, you feel so good! Shit! Ohh, fuck." Matt's whining melted the speakers and washed over my body. When I opened my eyes, I found him standing over me.
"Oh shit!" I cried, spasming and dissolving against Ryan.
Matt leaned down to give me a kiss, his slow hands competing with the rush pummeling through my veins.
"He's good at what he does, isn't he?" Matt pulled his lips away to smile and cup my breast.
My mouth fell open on a sob, and as Ryan pulled away, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders. He chuckled against my pussy, vibrating through me.
Matt's thumb stroked my bottom lip. "What do you say, pretty? Wanna suck my cock?"
Ryan peeled my legs off from around his neck, and I let him, taking Matt's cock into my mouth and letting myself grow dizzy from his drug. I thought I was ready for whatever happened next, but at the moment Matt's cock touched the back of my throat, Ryan's thick cock worked its way into my swollen, tender pussy, and I buckled. For a moment, I thought I had died an amazing death. But I was brought back to life by the electric waves shocking me from scalp to toe tip.
I was trapped inside a hellish kind of heaven, so good and so wickedly delicious. A finger found my clit, and I assumed it was Ryan's. This was the fucking best day of my life. Masculine grunts stroked me, colliding with the pleasure leaking out of the speakers. Nothing in this world would make me happier. Okay, I was lying, because a mouth found my nipple and Ethan's voice tickled one ear.
"Happy we didn't miss out on all the fun." Eric's voice preceded his body weight sinking into the mattress. "There's a good fiancée." He groaned.
"Fuck!" Matt whimpered and pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Not yet. I want that sexy ass of yours," he breathed.
I was boneless. Well, not exactly. Ryan's bone was filling in extraordinarily well. I looked over to find Eric stroking his cock, and I tightened around Ryan, just as Ethan's mouth came down on mine.
"Lily." Ryan groaned. "Fuck. Lily. I love you."
"Uhh!" I broke the kiss and clutched onto Ethan's shoulders, holding him against me as Ryan and I came together.
I loved that Ethan and Eric didn't care about the video of Matt and Ryan fucking in the background because it was making me so wet, I slipped off Ethan's cock as he pulled me on top of him and tried to slip it in.
"Come here." Swearing, he grabbed my ass and slammed me down on his fucking rod, filling me so fucking good, tears came to my eyes. He threw his head back, his lashes fluttering as he was possessed by me. Matt wrapped one arm around my breasts, grabbing me against him, the other hand applying lube to my ass as he sucked on my ear.
"Oh, shit!" I cried.
"Shhh." He kissed my neck before pushing forward onto Ethan, who happily wrapped me up in his arms and begrudgingly held still as Matt entered me.
"Ah, yes!" I wept, orgasming on the spot.
"Fuck, I love how much you love cock." Matt gripped my hips and Ethan started thrusting from underneath me.
I nodded against Ethan's shoulders. "I love cock."
Ryan chuckled next to me. "What do you say, Lily? Can I film you for my own private collection?"
I couldn't breathe.
"Careful, Ryan. You're going to make her come again," Eric teased.
He was right. I fucking blacked out.
"That's it, pretty. You're alright." Matt's mouth was hot on my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Want us to stop?"
I was loving my new nickname. All I could manage to do was shake my head, 'no'.
Ethan praised me before his thrusting picked up again. Matt joined him until they both burst inside me.
As soon as they were off me, Eric's lips tickled the bottom of my foot. I moaned, stroking his neck with my other foot. I licked my lip as he continued his slow kisses up the inside of my leg.
Ryan's milky caramel chest rose and fell. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"Turn that off," he said, cocking his head at the TV.
Getting comfortable, he groaned and pointed the camera at us. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, whether or not I was supposed to start performing. Eric took the decision away from me. His thumbs pressed into my upper thighs, and I threw my head back. My throat went dry when he started rubbing the pelvic bones surrounding my pussy area.
"You've been a good fiancée, haven't you? That pussy is so red." Eric rumbled, and my walls tightened. "Clit too," he continued, his breath catching as his thumbs tried to land me in a psychiatric ward. "It's throbbing. Do you need some relief?" he asked.
My heart seized up on me, and I vibrated a little. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded.
"You need a good massage, don't you?" he asked, spitting on his fingers.
I was parched. My nipples hurt so bad. I nodded again.
One hand flattened onto my pussy lips, and his other wet fingers slid onto my oh, so tender and hard clit.
"Uh!" I gasped, my eyes hot with tears. He started rubbing my pussy lips, up and down, so close and so far away from my sopping wet hole. And he stroked my clit until my body caught fire. I was thrashing about, growing delirious when his hot mouth came down on mine, his wet tongue marrying my own. I stopped falling off the edge of madness, the cure in his solid body against mine, and I clutched onto his face, weeping.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he managed, his lips red and full after kissing me silly.
"Please," I murmured.
He settled in between my legs and took me to fucking utopia, where all the stars were shades of blue and soft purple, millions of them gathered together boasting their beauty.
"Eric," I held him tight.
If I didn't, I might break apart, just like those stars, and join them in that galaxy. He was keeping me whole.
"My love," he groaned.
My wetness slapped against him. I tightened with the intention to suck him deeper inside me, keep him there, never set him free again.
"Fuck, Lily," he groaned my name, long and slow before locking his lips to mine again.
We rode together and died together in that bed.
I forgot Ryan was even filming still, until his voice rasped next to us. "That was fucking hot. Ready for another round?" he asked, putting the phone away when Eric pulled out.
I laughed, full and free. "Give me a couple hours."
He looked down at himself. "I think this will hold for a couple hours."
I gasped. He amazed me every time he did that.
Eric flopped onto his back and pulled me into a hug next to him. And like it was meant to be, Matt, Ethan...and Ryan, moved closer to wrap their bodies around some part of me. Matt's face was pressed up against my ass. Ethan was at the foot of the bed, taking possession of one of my legs. Ryan placed gentle kisses against my spine before nestling in behind Matt's head. Something told me he had a reason for that.
Smiling to myself, I sighed. "This is perfect."
Eric kissed the top of my head.
"I'm so happy I can share your bed again," Ryan reached over to stroke my waist.
"Yeah, don't fuck it up," Ethan grumbled.
"Welcome back, bro," Eric yawned.
"You know what else would be perfect?" I kissed Eric's chest. "Getting married in Paris."
Before anyone else could say anything, Matt jumped up with a smile stretched across his face. "Let's do it! We'll have to call your mom, get Eric's parents here, but let's not wait."
My mom. My stomach cramped. Uh, hm. Did I want her there? An urge to run to the bathroom overcame me at the mention of her, and I hurried out of the bed.
"You okay?" Matt asked. The guys got up after me.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay," I released a breath to steady myself. "It's just my mom. I didn't think..."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you'd..." Matt began.
"No, it's okay. I should probably be the one to call her, huh?" I said.
My mind was everywhere as I headed for my phone. When I picked it up, I wondered if she had taken on another identity to stress me out as a notification chimed in at that moment. Another comment on the video I had posted, same user.
'I'm telling you, Lily. Run away from those men as fast as you can. They're dangerous.'
I gripped the phone and hit delete before tossing it on the floor and locking myself in the bathroom to calm down. Closing my eyes, I repeated the mantra, 'I won't let her get into my head. She will not ruin this for me.'