Epilogue
Lily
Some years later...
I hadn't missed a single visit since they'd been locked up. Today, they were getting out early on account of good behavior, and I still couldn't believe it was happening. I'd pinched myself several times as I put on my slinky deep red mini dress, low cut in the front with matching strappy heels, and styled my grown dark brown hair. I was embracing its natural color in soft romantic curls down my back. I rarely let it out nowadays since it was usually pinned away while I was painting.
My men's bravery in taking accountability for their actions and their willingness to serve their time and get their shit together had inspired my own bravery. I'd opened up my own gallery where I showcased my paintings along with other up-and-coming artists. I've gotta say, the muscular torsos sell out like crazy. Naked, muscular torsos of my men. Yes, they'd bulked up in prison. All four of them. Matt was still on the leaner side with lickable abs and solid arms. His jawline was smooth and covered with a little more than a dusting of a dark brown beard. He still kept his hair short. Eric's long hair was a lot shorter now. It was surprising when I saw it within the second week he was in prison. His hair was too pretty for the other residents there, let's just put it that way. Ha. I mean, he's beautiful already. With that hair, my man's a catch.
It was a good thing he had an ability to charm people and encourage them to do shit. He had them playing sports and games, and doing anything to let off steam that didn't involve them bending him over or forcing him into more crime just to stay alive. Matt and Ethan's money helped all of them out a lot. No one knew they were loaded, but they could supply some legal shit here and there to keep their cellmates happy.
And Ethan was already the bulkiest when he went in. His six-foot-five frame now? Fuck, I couldn't wait to climb it. And —umph! I bit my lip— Ryan's caramel sauce brown skin stretched over hard biceps and broad shoulders. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'd watched all their firm asses as they walked away, ready to fight anyone who touched them.
For such a long time, I'd only had my imagination to fill me up. No wonder so much of my art was of what I imagined their bodies must look like. My pussy throbbed on my way to pick them up so I could see for myself once and for all. I'd only been fucked by my dildo, pinched my own nipples, got my clit stroked by my own fingers and stimulated by my vibrator in their absence. Because my heart beat for them alone. My body responded only to them. I hadn't even glanced in another man's direction. I'd had all the time in the world to find out who I was and claim my identity, now my body was yearning to claim them again.
I was dripping onto my thong by the time I stepped out of the car. I had to stop to catch my breath as the fabric rubbed up against my aroused spot, pebbling my nipples.
"Where's that sexy woman of ours?" I heard Eric's voice first as soon as the doors releasing them from the prison closed.
"Man, I can't wait to see her. Wrap her in my arms. Kiss her." Ryan breathed.
Shit, my legs wobbled.
"Yeah, that's all you can't wait to do?" Ethan asked. "She won't be able to peel me off her."
"Not if I get to her first." Matt challenged.
They grinned and my heart pounded with such force, I couldn't stay away any longer.
"Damn, it's good to be out!" Eric shouted and I laughed to myself, my heels pounding the concrete faster.
Heaven, help me as I turned the corner. The sun was burning hotter today, because I was flushed.
A long, slow whistle escaped Matt, making me flush hotter. They rushed toward me, I rushed toward them, unsure which one to hug first, wanting to attach my body to them all at once.
Eric slapped Ethan on the ass, causing him to spin around and look behind him. Laughing, Eric ducked past Matt and Ryan and got to me first, picking me up and spinning me around.
"Careful! My tits are gonna fall out and my ass is definitely out!" I grinned.
"Hmmm." Eric growled and crashed his lips to mine.
"Don't worry. I got you." Matt came behind me, shielding my thonged ass from the world and slipping his warm hands across the strings of my underwear.
"We should get back to the car before we get arrested for public indecency." I panted.
Looking back at the prison behind them, Eric begrudgingly put me down. "Lead the way." He stood back.
"You all just want to watch my ass as I walk away," I said when I turned around to see them lagging behind me.
"Your ass, your legs, all of it." Ethan groaned, rubbing his chest.
"And walk away? My love, you're not going anywhere," Ryan warned, dropping his brows in a lazy tease.
Well, enough messing around. My feet quickened toward the Land Rover. I got the big car out because I was a woman who knew what I wanted.
I climbed into the back, because I wouldn't be able to walk, much less drive when they were done with me, I hoped. Ethan climbed in right behind me and shut the door. I was on my knees, ass facing him, my breath labored in anticipation. Ethan's buckle was being undone when the door opened in front of me and Ryan was there. His lips were on mine before I could think, and Ethan's fingers were inside me.
"Fuck, Lily. You're dripping. Did you miss us?" he remarked, sweeping my hair aside and moaning when his lips tasted my skin.
Ryan's kisses were hungry and bruising, yet they went on forever, melting me. All I was were moans. My pussy was tightening around Ethan's fingers in seconds, and it was nowhere near enough as a growl came from Matt sliding the front seat forward and getting underneath me to suck on my nipples.
They were all groaning as if they'd been starved and were being fed with the meal they never thought they'd taste again. And fuck, taste Matt did. My neck, my breasts, stomach and clit even as Ethan slammed into me.
I cried out against a dazed Ryan's lips. He pulled away, brushing my hair with his hand and stroking my swollen lips with his fingers. "I've dreamed about these lips every fucking night and day, against mine. Wrapped around me."
"Uhhh!" I tightened around Ethan again, jerking against Matt's mouth.
Ryan's beautiful cock was staring me in the face, and all I wanted was for it to hit the back of my throat, so I wrapped my lips around him and the man shook like he was going through an inner electrocution.
"Fuck, ba-..." He couldn't speak.
Ethan's muscular torso covered my back and fucked me out of control, hard and desperate. I was stretched out of this world as he pushed all of that thick length inside me, pulled it out and slammed it back in again, until I could barely hold myself up. Helpfully, of course, Ryan fisted his hand through my hair, holding me still as he hammered my mouth. Matt's slow hands over my body...his mouth, I started crying. Now this much pleasure should be fucking illegal and it was just getting started.
Nothing compared to a man's mouth on your body, his fingers digging into your skin, the velvet of his cock against your tongue, the scent of him, the flavor, his chiseled body pressed up against yours. Multiply that by three, I was about to shatter. There was no recreating that with my dildo and vibrator.
No amount of locking my eyes, nipple clamps, replaying videos of their voices and their bodies could ever measure up to having them there in person, and the warmth of their breaths misting my skin, awakening my senses. I'd waited years for this. It was too much and not enough all at once. I was suspended above my body, but there was no escape from the pressure pounding through me. I couldn't breathe and I hadn't even seen them naked yet. I hadn't had Eric yet.
The vehicle started up, but I was too lost in what was happening to give a fuck where it was taking me. This was all I had the capacity to consume at the moment.
"Let me in," Matt groaned against my neck as Ryan's cum slid down my throat and he popped my mouth off his cock to kiss me.
Ethan's cock was already stretching me so tight and Matt was pressing up against my pussy. Again, it had been years and with my new art gallery, I hadn't had time to buss it wide open on several sizes of dildos. I'd become complacent with a single one that hit the spot and got the job done so that I could get back to running my business and creating my art. It had been forever since I'd been stretched as far as Ethan's cock alone, much less, having two cocks inside me at once. And Ethan was beating this pussy so fucking good.
"I promise I'll make love to you after, but I've been dreaming about this moment far too long," Ethan grunted, covering my back with his body, gripping my hips tighter and ramming himself deeper.
Oh, shit. Matt groaned against my neck, fingering my slick clit and brought his kisses down to my breasts.
"Fuck, Lily. Please," Matt begged and I tightened around Ethan's cock, spasming from Matt and Ethan's combined desperation for my body. They were fucking me like they hadn't fucked anyone else in years, confirming that mine was the only body they wanted and needed.
"Yes," I nodded. "Fuck me." My fingers dug into Matt's shoulders as he swore and wasted no time accepting my consent. As soon as his cock started stretching me further, stinging that sweet sting and entering me into euphoria, Ethan burst inside me.
"Shit, Lily." He shivered and groaned in sweet agony as Matt's cock slipped inside me, too needy to wait until he'd pulled out.
Ethan shuddered, slowly removing himself, but there was nothing slow about Matt's fucking.
"Oh, shit. This is embarrassing. I'm about to cum." Matt sobbed seconds after he entered me.
"Your pussy is so fucking warm. So soft. Tight. Shit." His groans became guttural moans, triggering my own release. Together we panted, mouths open wide, riding the waves washing over us both. He held my hips against him, eyes shut in ecstasy, murmuring my name.
I dipped to kiss him and remind him I was here in the flesh, as he was inside my flesh. His hot cum shot off inside me as I cried out, tight around him, trembling like a leaf.
"Oh, fuck, Lils. I missed you so much." He pulled me against him and wrapped his arms tight around me. Neither of us could stop shaking, our bodies sensitive to touch, yet we still couldn't get enough.
When the sweat stopped making my vision unclear, I looked up to find Eric's eyes in the rearview mirror watching me with hunger, summoning me over to him.
"Where are we?" I asked, climbing into the front.
"I wanted to take us to a hotel so I could make love to you like I've been wanting to forever, but I realized I don't know anywhere around here." He chuckled deep in his throat.
His cock was out, I noticed, and I wanted it in my mouth, but the seats were already pulled up so close in the front.
"Still got enough energy left over for me?" He smiled, following my eyes to his throbbing blood-filled dick.
"Is that a trick question?" I asked, throwing my leg over his hips and straddling him. Right away, he was inside me and we both sighed.
"Mm." He bit his lip, savoring me as I savored him, rotating my hips against his length.
"You still give me butterflies like the first day we met, you know that?" He breathed, cupping the back of my neck and resting his forehead against mine.
He was as red as an apple, exercising all his fucking control not to fuck me with abandon, which was still hot when Ethan, Matt, and Ryan did it, but fuck, this was sexy as well. My body cried for him to move inside me. My hips worked against him, the sound of my pussy slurping that dick down.
"I gave you butterflies?" I panted.
He answered me with a deep, slow kiss. His hands moved to cup my naked breasts, out over my dress. His kisses grew hungrier. He lost control of his restraint and when our lips separated, he pushed my back into the dashboard. I didn't have time to mourn the loss of his sweet lips because his even sweeter dick soared within me, making me cry out, my own butterflies fluttering throughout every nerve.
"Eric..." I panted his name.
"I've loved you from the day we met. I can't believe you gave me a chance." He confirmed, eyes welling up, face tensing, gaze narrowing and sex eyes penetrating me as deeply as his cock.
"Fuck, Eric. I love you." I responded as he squeezed my breasts and brought us both over the edge.
We were laughing with each other in our mutual exhaustion when Ethan popped his head between the two seats.
"Now, let's go meet my jet. Because I'm not done with you yet." His brown eyes darkened as his telling smirk melted my insides.
I couldn't wait. But...
"Surprise!" I yelled, when we stepped inside the jet and there were tuxedos waiting for them.
They looked at each other and back at me, grinning.
"What's going on?" Ryan asked.
"We're getting...married?" I said, wondering whether or not I'd jumped the gun. "If you'll still have me?"
Ethan laughed out loud.
"Of course we'll still have you." He started moving toward me with those eyes that told me he was about to dick me down again.
"Great!" I dodged him. "Because there's a wedding waiting for us back at home. Surprise," I said again, a little weaker.
My cheeks were on fire and my stomach cramped as I crossed my fingers, hoping that they were in the mood for a big old party after being locked away for close to a decade. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I began to sweat.
"Well, fuck. Our woman knows what she wants, how can we say no?" Matt's admiring gaze moved over me along with his sexy ass smile.
"Yeah, but we all have to shower and get ready. The guests have been waiting for quite a while." I scrunched up my face, guilty, because—well, I wanted time with my men before I had to share them with anyone else.
We stopped off at a nearby hotel, fighting the urge to get it on yet again, while tempting fate by showering together, to 'save time'. What a crock of shit. My pussy was still soaking wet after my bath, every brush of the fabric of my bra against my nipples had me close to orgasm, my lace panties stroking my clit.
"Girl, where are you?!" Ann-Marie came bursting through the hotel doors.
I had called her over from the mansion where everything was set up, because I needed help here.
"Where are the guys?" I asked, not wanting them to see me in my wedding dress before the wedding. Heaven knows we didn't need any more bad luck.
"They're with Tyler." She waved me in front of the mirror so she could redo my beautiful curls that were an absolute mess at the moment.
I grimaced. I'd been trying to convince her to break up with him, but she was too in love with that fool to see sense. Plus, they had a kid together. It was for the sake of my godson why I even attempted civility with that man. She claimed I was a hypocrite. As I'd told her many times, she was living in a delulu wonderland. My men had committed one crime and it was something I knew they regretted and wouldn't do again. Her husband was a fucking crime boss. That was a hell of a difference. But it was the life she'd chosen and I loved her, so someone had to be there to watch her back while she was married to that madman. I wasn't going to walk away from her.
After the truth came out, we had to figure out how to trust each other again. And we'd been there for each other with talks when we needed it, her helping me out with ideas for my gallery, and me being a nanny to my godson.
Whew! Okay, I didn't look half bad by the time I got to the mansion. My knees almost gave out when I laid eyes on all my men dressed to the nines waiting for me. At Matt and Eric's request, there were last-minute cameras added to livestream our wedding on their vlog channels, so they could 'show off.'
When our eyes met, something told me I was looking a little better than half good...was that how you said it? I didn't see anyone else as I walked down the aisle, not my mother sobbing alongside her new man. A much better man than my father, that was for damn sure. Not Eric's parents, though I loved them as much as I loved their son, in a whole different way of course. Or Ethan's mother and her husband with whom I'd connected over the years. And definitely not Matt's parents who didn't care for me much and weren't exactly thrilled to come, except to make sure that he didn't bring any more shame to the family name.
Although, by the time the reception came around, I couldn't believe my eyes, but they were having fun. It must have been the liquor, but they even pulled him away to have a heart-to-heart.
Then, it was a week later and we were husband...husband, husband—um, husband, and wife. And we were standing in my art gallery.
"These ones sell the most." I directed them toward the faceless, body portraits.
Matt grinned.
"Someone spent a lot of time thinking about our bodies." Ryan teased, moving up behind me and wrapping me up in his arms.
"I hope the real thing measured up." Matt started unbuttoning his shirt as Ryan's hard chest pressed into my back. He started kissing my neck and I was grateful I hadn't brought them here during opening hours.
"I think I might need to create new paintings. These old ones don't do your bodies justice." I licked my lips. "Are you guys going to let me paint you?"
"Anytime, babe." Eric started undoing his pants.
Ryan released me and got his camera. "I think it's only fair I get a few photos of you myself." He smiled.
I smiled at him until I understood him. Stripping before him, he groaned. Eric lowered me onto his lap, my ass against his hips, my breasts and pussy facing forward. Fingers on my clit, he stroked inside me. The flash of the camera captured every stroke and moan as they each took their turn with me, fucking me like I deserved to be fucked, every day for the rest of my life.