Chapter 5 Carmen #4
He closes his mouth around one, and that’s when Vex finally decides to join, his mouth sucking on the other.
I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and feel like I’m watching the start of a dirty porno. But it also confirms something else—this is real. I’m not just imagining things.
In the mirror are two ridiculously good-looking men worshiping my naked body. Even though I’m bucking my hips, urging them to speed up, they’re taking their time. They move with precision, hands gliding over my naked body like I’m fragile.
If they knew a thing or two about my past, they’d know I’m anything but.
“I thought you guys knew how to be rough?”
Skipper grins against my breast. “We do, but we also know how to take our time and pleasure a woman.”
I let out an exasperated sigh.
“Are you not enjoying yourself, darling?” Vex asks.
It’s not that. They’re being too slow, running their hands over every inch of my body. It’s too much. It’s like they’re Midas—everything they touch turns to gold. Every fingertip. Every little caress. All of it has my skin breaking out in little fireworks.
It’s sweet.
Way too sweet.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
Unable to resist, I slide a hand between my thighs and locate my bundle of nerves, rubbing. But as soon as they notice, they rip my hand away.
That’s when I feel something enter me.
A finger.
A heads-up would’ve been nice.
I scream loud. Way too fucking loud.
Loud enough for Skipper’s family to hear me all the way in Australia.
Loud enough for the door to burst open.
A large, blurred figure rushes in. My vision is hazy, so it takes a few seconds for me to focus.
When I see Carter standing in the doorway, I realize that the party’s just getting started. His gaze is focused between my legs, watching as his friend pleasures me with one very practiced finger.
“What are you doing?” he demands.
“When you snooze, you lose,” Vex says.
Carter needs me. He can deny it all he wants. The giant bulge in his pants has spoken for him.
I grin at him. “Take off your pants and join us.”
Carter grinds his jaw and forces his eyes up. He looks like he’s about to finish in his pants, which would be a shame.
I widen my legs and invite him to look between them. Skipper takes this opportunity to plunge another finger inside of me. Making intense eye contact with Carter, I bite my lip and moan. Loud.
Sure, he’s an asshole. But you don’t have to be on good terms with someone to have sex with them.
“Don’t you want to join?” I tease a finger through my folds. “Or are you more of a watcher these days?”
“For now, he’ll have to watch.” Skipper takes his fingers out of me and replaces them with something else.
Something that fills me up in an instant.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as he slips it in, my body instantly joining with his. I bring my legs up high and lie back so he can take me.
I’m not one to surrender, but for an orgasm I’ll do whatever it takes.
I lock eyes again with Carter from the pillow, parting my lips to release another moan. He tenses in response.
He probably thinks I can’t see him touching himself from this position. But he’s wrong. I see every stroke. Hear every grunt.
“Fuck,” Skipper says. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“You don’t need to.” I spread my legs even more to accommodate his length. “I want to feel you let go inside of me.”
I try to get my vision straight so I can watch Skipper as he comes. He grits his teeth and drives into me as the other two watch, releasing with a groan.
Vex takes the stage once Skipper is done, flipping me over onto my stomach and thrusting into me from behind.
It’s the perfect opportunity to watch Carter. His hand disappears into his pants again, stroking something long and hard.
Our night together probably meant different things to each of us. Yes, I’m no stranger to one-night stands, but that night with Carter has always stood out to me, and not just because he gave me my son.
He knew how to move.
To him, I was probably just a number.
That’s never bothered me before until now, as I watch him stroke his dick in front of me. If I wasn’t on the verge of unconsciousness, I’d probably feel a pang of jealousy. How dare he fuck other girls after me?
I’m the only one who’s supposed to experience him.
Vex drives into me with force, spanking me hard. It should hurt, but it’s the kind of pain that transitions into pleasure.
After being in control for three years, it feels good to take a step back and let somebody else take over. I’ve been in charge of my own libido for far too long. Now, I’m getting sent to cloud nine and getting paid.
Vex’s length reaches areas inside of me that haven’t been touched since Carter. Struggling for air, I tilt my head upward and gasp to get some oxygen in.
My pleasure is reaching its peak again. I clutch the bedsheets and hold on for dear life as Vex thrusts inside.
Talk about a good time.
I don’t think it can get any better than this.
Especially when Skipper returns to run his hands all over my body again. “Flip her over,” he demands. “I want her on her back.”
Do I weigh nothing to these men? They handle me with ease, turning me onto my back.
Skipper twists my nipples.
And that’s when I scream.
I lose my vision but also paradoxically gain it at the same time. I see stars, each one a different color. The pleasure moves through me in one long wave. I ride it out, my legs spread wide to allow Vex to come deep inside.
Skipper’s cock is hard again. He brings it between my legs and starts tapping it against my clit.
“Fuck me,” Carter groans from across the room.
I find his eyes. They’re black now. His face says it all, every fine line strained, deeper than normal. Turns out I’m not the only one holding on for dear life.
“I know you want to,” I tell him. “Come on. What’s the big deal? It’s not like you’re gonna see me again.”
He swoops over and takes possession of my mouth to shut me up.
He kisses better than I remember.
But that’s maybe because he looks better than I remember. The motorcyclist makeover was a good decision.
Suits look good on him, but they do on most men. They’re tidy. Reformed.
The suede jacket and leather pants, on the other hand, are messy.
Rough.
Much like his tongue when it brushes against mine.
“Open your legs.”
He didn’t need to say that. His hand is already down there widening my thighs. He sticks a giant finger inside, my walls even more sensitive than before.
Vex and Skipper position themselves either side of me, both focused on my breasts again, squishing and contorting the two mounds between their fingers.
I moan.
Then I scream.
I wasn’t ready for Carter to enter me so fast.
I let him tilt my hips and bend me however he likes. In the bedroom, I’m his. The man can have me however he wants.
Out of the bedroom, things are different. He becomes an asshole again.
In fact, they all do. If they weren’t so talented in bed, I’d be reporting them to the police for attending something so inhumane.
Carter plunges into me fast. If he wasn’t pinning me down, my body would be in outer space. His thrusts have the power to send me that far.
My soul is already there, orbiting around the planet of Venus. It feels like an out-of-body experience. If I didn’t have Otis, I’d want to float in this vacuum of bliss forever.
But I do have Otis, all thanks to Carter. I have a duty, and I need to get back to my role as a mother as soon as this is over.
Even though I’m in no major rush for this to be wrapped up.
I open my eyes and look up at Carter Trescott. His bare shoulders tense every time he thrusts into me, chest contracting, biceps and triceps rippling with muscle he never used to have.
What happened to him?
The thought disintegrates as he continues to slam into me.
Multiple moans fill the room from each man. Vex and Skipper keep playing with my nipples, but their attention is now somewhere else.
Between my legs.
“You’re taking him so well, baby.” Skipper scoots up toward my head and shifts the hair away from my face. “Look down at yourself. See how wet you are.”
He doesn’t have to tell me. I know.
It’d be embarrassing if I wasn’t so fucking turned on.
Vex slides his finger down to where Carter and I are joined, locating my bundle of nerves. One stroke brings me to the brink again.
It looks like Carter isn’t far away either. His blue eyes are focused on only one thing. Climax.
But it doesn’t seem to be his own.
“How would you like us, darling?” he grunts, breathless.
“Keep doing what you’re doing.”
There has to be a catch here. No human male can do what these three have done to me tonight.
Carter slams into me once more, and this time I lose it. The wave of pleasure is back, and this time it’s even greater than before. More of a tsunami, actually.
I let the screams erupt. The noises are probably even more indescribable than the ones I made on stage a hazy few hours ago.
But I don’t care. Carter has sent me higher than outer space, to a place where the concept of time and place ceases to exist.
I don’t want the pleasure to end, but I have enough life experience now to know that good things never last forever.
My soul and body return to planet earth hard, but it doesn’t hurt.
I’m still promised millions of dollars. With that kind of money, I could go to outer space again if I really wanted to.
My vision returns. When it does, I see the men redressing their bottom halves.
Karma is a bitch. I could run out of here and make a point of not saying goodbye.
But I need to get my money first.
“That was…”
“A one-time thing,” I say, finishing Carter’s sentence.
Even though I could quite happily repeat what we just did for the rest of my life.