32. Kallis
Kallis
Igasp as Artie presses himself against my ass. He’s swept my skirt up over my back, completely exposing me.
With Mathan gripping me and Orso moving closer, there’s nowhere I can go.
But it’s not just Artie’s hips that grind into my ass. In the space between him licking my pussy and standing, he’s unbuttoned his pants, slid them down, and has enough room to rest his bare cock between my cheeks.
I light up as soon as his hot skin meets mine. Need shudders through me so deep that I push back against him without thinking. My eyes squeeze shut, failing to swallow my whimpers so they don’t see that I’m losing myself just from that touch.
“You definitely like that, don’t you, Bee? I can taste it in the air. You can’t hide how good my cock makes you feel, and I’m not even doing anything.” Artie chuckles, and my heart catches.
“Hey, Bee, if you feel like this now, how’s it going to be when I fuck you?”
I suck in a breath because I don’t know if I’m ready yet.
Mathan watches me with the same serious expression as Orso. Even though I’m the one who hit on them, I didn’t think it would go this far.
The alphas I’ve been with in the past hadn’t engaged in foreplay, so I don’t know if barrelloads of questions like this are normal. He seems to ask an awful lot compared to Mathan, but am I expected to answer every single one? How am I supposed to know how it feels if he hasn’t fucked me yet?
“Don’t take it too far, baby. There’s four of us here, remember,” Mathan says.
“Just kidding!” Artie laughs. “There’s no way the first time you have sex with any of us is gonna be at the rink, I promise you that. We’re going to do it really romantically, with all the oat bars in the world. We’ll make you a whole bed of oat bars if you want!”
I shake my head at the idea, and he distracts me enough to slip his cock downward.
“I just gotta ask, though: where do you want my cock? Because your asscheeks are amazing, though kind of chilly. But don’t you think it would be good to feel my shaft running along your pussy?” he asks.
His hardness presses against my sensitive flesh and I go to protest, but it feels so good that I end up bursting out with another cry before descending into more moans. I’m already so needy that more slick gathers as he pushes farther, rubbing his cock along my entrance.
He’s moving so achingly slowly that I jolt my hips back just to feel more. A cry echoes from me as my ass bumps his crotch and his cockhead nudges me in just the right place.
“Oh? Did I get your clit? Is that where you like it, then? Okay, let’s do it like that.”
Mathan’s kisses still whisper over my neck and chest, but my attention is dominated by Artie.
His fingers dig into my waist, holding me still as he draws back, his cock stirring up my pussy, the head at my entrance. He said he won’t fuck me, but it would be so easy for him to push inside me.
He thrusts forward, his cock parting my lips to knock against my clit. This time, when his crotch thuds against my ass, the impact vibrates, and pleasure soars through me.
“What are you doing!?” I gasp, but Artie is silent for once as he pulls back, thrusting again and again, until my moans are so loud that I can’t hear the bench creaking under us.
It’s like we’re fucking, but his shaft glides over my entrance and draws up more longing from within me.
It’s not just the force of him; it’s the hot rush of his cock as he surges fast enough to bump against my clit every time. My mind spirals as he overwhelms me, pleasure burning through me with every move.
Artie’s hand shifts from my hip to my chest, casually cupping my breast.
I groan as I arch my back, wanting him deeper, wanting more.
“Just lean back against me like that, Bee. Yeah, that’s cool. All you need to do is relax, and I’ll hold you.”
I don’t know if it’s safe to let Artie carry my weight when we’re on a set of stairs, albeit the first step.
“What about your leg? There’s still a danger of your stitches breaking if you use so much force,” I say.
“Mathan got hurt, but you still let him use his arm. It’s basically the same thing.”
“We can also take things step-by-step,” Mathan says, and the warning in his voice as he looks directly over my shoulder turns me on more than anything else.
“Well, you can always take a trip down there and examine me after I’ve made you come. I’d like to see your reaction to my slick-covered cock.”
I shudder as my perfume curls up from me; we’re coated in it now. I want to see Artie spread out on a chair again, with his cock hard and his expression eager.
“I totally thought that I’d never get to do you like this because of our height difference, you know?
Though it’s not been a problem with Orso and Mathan when I’m behind,” he groans.
“But I want to kiss you when we fuck, as well.” I have no time to breathe as he grinds his cock along my pussy again.
“Next time we do this, I’m going to love you up, and then I’ll fuck you.”
Another whine falls from me as he stirs me again.
Artie saves me from falling by gripping my hip, thrusting so hard that, when his cock bumps my clit, I yell out.
“Do you like it when I move like this? It’s like we’re having sex, isn’t it?” he moans.
I gasp as he increases the pressure even further at that angle. I don’t know how to hold myself, what to do with my hands, or even where to focus. There’s just Artie, Mathan, and the alpha on my left whose absence is a painful undertone to my pleasure.
“Let me try something else,” Artie says as he pulls his cock away. “I want to see you with your hair down, can I?”
“It will get in the way,” I reply. I kept it long as a mix of being presentable at my parents’ various functions that I was obligated to attend, and because Aspen and her daughter like to play with it whenever I visit them.
“I don’t care,” Artie says. “I just want to run my fingers through it. Just once, okay? I’ll never ask again if that’s what you want.”
Except his hand is already on my neck, his thumb nudging one of the pins I used to keep it secure. From everything he’s shown so far, he’ll keep asking questions, pushing it until he gets what he wants.
“I’ll do it,” I say. Because they don’t know how many pins I have to use to keep it all tucked away so it doesn’t interfere with my work.
The main reason I have a ponytail is because there is too much hair to tuck away without it looking awkward.
I could style it with plaits or curl it into a chignon, but I prefer to put more effort into making my hair look plain.
The hair that usually sweeps my shoulders are the strands that are too long to tuck away.
Artie remains still, making the process even more torturous as his cock stays pressed against my ass, like he’s only using it to hold my skirt up.
I point to the pins he and Mathan can slide out as I tackle my own, and more and more golden strands fall around my shoulders, sweeping down to my elbows.
It was silly, really. I insist I’m not interested in my own body, but my hair is the main piece of femininity I’ve retained throughout my life.
I made excuses for why I’ve kept it down to my waist, but there has been no reason I couldn’t simply say I like it, despite it being impractical.
All three of them are suddenly quiet, just staring at me as the last pin slips free. In this position, my hair shrouds my breasts and hides half of my face.
“Kallis…” Mathan rumbles from below me, his gaze wide as he lifts a hand to stroke my cheek and tuck my hair behind my ear. I can’t tell what he is thinking, but my heart tremors at his intensity. “You’re—”
“Oh my God, Bee, you look so pretty like this. You’re like a mermaid!” Artie gasps. “It makes me want to spread you out on your back so I can see how much you feel it. Or maybe you could ride Orso so Mathan and I can watch like he’s doing now.”
A growl tears from Orso, and Mathan smirks at his mate.
“Mathan,” I groan, tugging at his hand, removing it from my cheek. “My breasts. Come back to me.”
His smile is so pure and beautiful. It’s as if he’s been waiting patiently for my word.
Thanks to Artie’s thrusts, the moment Mathan’s tongue flicks my left breast, another pulse beats deep from within my core.
I can’t start my heat; it’s not the right time. It has to be a response to something else. And going into heat at the rink would be disastrous. I need another orgasm to stave it off, and it has to happen fast.
But Artie’s movements grow languid. I’m about to ask him what’s wrong, but he answers for me.
“Oh man, my cock is all over the place. I think we need to do something different. Can you guys both move?”
I’m so malleable that I need them to help me climb over Mathan so that my knees rest between his thighs, my legs clamped together. Hovering above Mathan with my breasts in line with his face, it’s an even better height for Artie to push between my legs.
With my thighs touching, it’s more of a squeeze for Artie to sink through them, and it means he presses even more firmly against my pussy.
And then he thrusts.
The cry that falls from me is so loud that it echoes around us. Because, the way he hits my ass, how quickly his cock slides over my pussy, how roughly he knocks against my clit… it’s more explosive than any sex I’ve had before.
Artie groans with another thrust. “Are you already sensitive from when I ate you out? Because I want to make sure you come really hard. Like, really hard. I love the way your voice sounded just now. Can you cry out like that again if I go even harder?”
“No, I…” I trail off as he surges against me, the vibration shuddering through my body. Mathan lightly bites my nipple as he teases the other with his fingers, and I am sure I’m going to drown. I can’t breathe when it all feels so good.
“What’s that?” Artie hums, his lips against my ear. “You’re trembling. Is that good? Do you want more?”
“Artie,” I groan as he thrusts again. I don’t know how he can keep his head on straight when every moment I’m pushed closer to another orgasm.