3. Chelsea
CHELSEA
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure how I got myself in this position, but it might be the smartest thing I've ever done.
And it happened with very little thought involved. Seriously, the only thing I told myself at that time was, 'Just go with it.' I only had half a clue what I was saying and doing, even as the dark-haired man came closer to me, asking me if I knew exactly what I was asking for.
I said yes, then proceeded to ask him to kiss me.
Boy, did he kiss me, and he scrambled my mind while he was at it.
I've never had a kiss do that to me, even though I've had some very nice kisses in my lifetime.
Mostly because he didn't just stick his tongue down my throat or suck at my lips and make them sore. Neither was the kiss sloppy or tepid.
It was somehow intense and slow at the same time, his lips touching mine, sampling it, before coaxing my mouth open so that he could get a deeper taste. And he was moaning while he did it, too, telling me how good I taste.
Fuck.
I lost my mind over it, and even as we snuck out, I was replaying the kiss over and over in my head until my clit throbbed and all I could think of was I want more.
It's on hold since the handsome dark-haired one is still driving, but the blonde Adonis' kiss more than makes up for it, too.
It shatters me in a different way than Adam's. Adam? Was that his name? It’s absolutely ridiculous that I made out with a man whose name I’m not sure of.
And I'm here kissing another man whose name I also don't know, while a third man, whom I haven't even spoken to, is behind me, caressing me.
And I'm about to do a lot more than make out with them. Even in my foggy mind, I know what's happening here. I figured it out upstairs when he invited his third friend up there, and he looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
He's the tallest of them and built like a brick-house, but there was a tenderness oozing from his eyes, even behind the scorching desire.
It calmed me.
It also shows in the way his broad hand spreads over my abdomen, his thumb running circles that make my pores expand, and goosebumps break out.
He moves my cover-up to the side, so that he can touch skin, and his calluses trace over my skin, making me shiver in pleasure as his soft lips on my neck drive me wild with lust.
“Oh, you fuckers,” I can hear Adam's voice in the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t sound mad. If anything, he sounds turned on beyond belief, the same way I am.
In moments of awareness, I sense the car going faster than it should be, and this might be the point when I snap out of my lust-filled haze to tell him to slow down.
That's what boring Chelsea would do.
She would put a stop to this, too.
I should probably be putting a stop to this.
It’s bizarre, almost like a joke gone too far.
I’m not sure what I was thinking, letting it get this far.
Oh, right, I wasn’t thinking. All I saw was three of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my entire life, telling me, no, showing me that they wanted me. Drab, boring me.
All I recalled was that it had been weeks since I’d had sex, and even longer than that since I’d had satisfying sex. When Adam kissed me, it was the first time my body had awoken like that in...maybe ever.
And the patience, the gentleness of his touch nearly made me weep.
The guy behind me moves, his hand drifting up my side and gently cupping my breasts.
“Is that okay, baby?” he asks, and I moan into Adonis' mouth, as his taste spreads across my tongue, his unique flavor that I probably will always associate with heat and lust for the rest of my life.
"God, you feel good," the Gentle Giant behind murmurs, pressing a kiss on my earlobes before sucking them into his mouth. My pussy leaks as he runs his thumbs in soothing circles over my nipple, and I feel it through my bathing suit, feel my nubs perking up for him, trembling, aching for more.
“Oh, God.” I tear my mouth away from Adonis. I have to breathe because I feel like I’m on the verge of an explosion already as Giant plucks my nipples through the fabric of the swimsuit. And when he pushes his hands underneath, when the bare touch of his finger on my nub, I jerk.
“Easy,” he whispers at the same time as Adonis tugs down the cup of my swimsuit, and just when I manage to draw a breath in, his lips are wrapping around my nipples, swallowing them.
“Oh, God." I grip his shoulders, squeezing my legs tighter. My eyes screw shut because I feel myself reaching a peak quickly, ascending, rushing past the limit of what I can control.
The combined sensations are turning my insides to mush. My heart is pounding in my ears, my clit throbbing, warning me that something is incoming.
My eyes fly open, and I catch Adam's gaze in the rearview mirror, dark and stormy. His mouth forms the words, “Come for me.”
I can’t help it. I explode right there, in the back of his car, biting my lip to keep from announcing it, while I shudder down from the peak.
I’m hoping that I managed to get away with it, that I came so quietly that no one noticed.
But it's only a delusion, because Adonis immediately says, "Did you just come, darling?"
Oh, how humiliating.
I orgasmed from a kiss and nipple play. That probably shatters the illusion that I’ve been keeping up this whole time, of the cool seductive party girl who does this sort of thing all the time. The cool, seductive party girl probably wouldn’t come at the drop of a hat.
Although they don’t seem to mind.
“Fuck." Adam's voice sounds like it's been dragged over gravel. "That just might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s about to get hotter," Adonis gives me a wicked grin as he sits back, spreading my legs on both sides of him, my heart accelerating when I realize what he wants to do. “Keep your eyes on the road, Adam, before we crash.”
The other man swears again. "I swear to God I’m going to get you back for this."
He chuckles darkly. "I have no doubt you will."
I wonder what he means by that. Perhaps that the next time they do this, share a woman between them, that he’s going to be the driver? I wonder how often they do it, just pick up a woman at a party and take her home?
Thinking about it gives me a knot in my stomach, but I push the thought off.
So what if I’m just a notch on their belt?
They’re one on my belt, too. I don't think I’ll ever see them again, and once this is over, it will just be a fond memory that I tell my grandkids some days, in place of dirty teenage stories.
I may not really have any wild tales from college, but I can tell them of the time Grandma had car sex with three men and one of them ate her out while the other two watched.
The breath wooshes out of my chest as the first lick of his tongue. It slides up many thighs, lapping up the remnants of my release drawn on my skin.
“Delicious," he says as he keeps going while Gentle Giant softly licks my nipple.
It’s already too much. I try to close my legs but he doesn’t let me. I tremble in anticipation, waiting for it, my core muscles squeezing and releasing in expectation for what is coming.
But he doesn’t do it directly. First, his tongue skims my seam. Even that is enough to have me bucking, which makes them chuckle and put a hand on my stomach.
Then he slides it up to my clit, which feels swollen to three times its size, but he doesn’t lick it or suck it. Instead, he circles it slowly until my hands snap out to grasp his hair. I want to thrust against his mouth, fighting against the hand holding me down. Until I want to beg, and I do beg.
“Please,” I rasp. “Please just let me come.”
“All in due time, " he says, and his voice is dark and needy, but he still maintains a slow pace.
When he finally slides deeper, all the way up, his tongue circling my clit in the process. Then he starts to flick it, faster, then slower, drawing shapes and making me buck and sing and gasp.
In the meantime, he's crooning against my skin, telling me how gorgeous I am.
I rush to the peak again, on the verge of an orgasm so powerful that it's blinding.
The car jerks to a stop right as I scream my release, and before I know what's happening, the world is spinning, and someone is yanking me out of the seat.
Adam.
He devours my mouth again and sweeps me into his arms, carrying me inside the house.
I can't describe the night we have.
It’s one orgasm after the other, tongues, fingers, cocks.
Oh, and they're all well-endowed, with thick, veiny cocks, one of which I have in my mouth at some point.
I don't know how long it goes on for, or when we finally pass out from exhaustion.
It must have been sometime around seven, but when I wake up, it's pitch black outside.
It takes a second for my foggy brain to recall where I am and how I got here.
Then I realize that I left the party without telling James, and he might be freaking out right now.
Or he will be when he's sober.
Shit. I have to get out of here.
Easier said than done. I'm lying between two large bodies, with one pulling me back against his chest.
I slowly shift the arm off my waist, praying that he doesn't wake up in the process.
Now that the initial lust has faded, I really don't think I have the bravery to face any of them right now. Hell, I don't even know what I was thinking doing this.
Thankfully, he doesn't stir when I remove his hand, and I manage to extricate myself from the bed without waking anyone.
Now, the next challenge. To find my bathing suit and cover-up.
I pad silently to the living room following the trail of clothes. God, we made a mess of this place. The cushions are on the floor, and wine spilled on the table. I didn't drink any of the wine, though. One of the men drank it off my body.
I smile vaguely before quickly wiping it off my face. Now's not the time to be smiling.
I quickly get dressed, noting that one of the strings on my bikini bottoms has snapped in their haste to take it off me. I adjust the cover-up as well as I can, then search for my phone. It was in the pocket of the cover-up, but it might have fallen out in the car.
Can I get the car open without setting off the alarm?
Luckily, I don't have to try. The phone made it into the house, and I find it resting next to the couch.
Good.
I step out of the home and onto the street as I scan through the missed calls. Yup, even drunk, my brother noted that I was missing.
I call an Uber first, which is hard to do at this time, and then I call him back.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Where are you?" My brother's words are slurred, so thankfully, he's still drunk. "I've been looking for you all over for the past hour."
"Sorry. I went home."
"I was just at your place, and you weren't there."
"You didn't drive there, did you?"
"No. Keegan drove me."
"Okay, good. Well, I left for a while to get some food from the deli around the corner. That might be why you missed me."
I pause, waiting to see if he'll buy it. Sober James definitely wouldn't. He would have instantly noticed that something was wrong with my tone.
But drunk James...
"Next time, tell me before you leave," he says, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I will."