27. Discretionary Trust
Discretionary Trust
Wyatt
I don’t think this game will ever get old. Stubborn little troublemaker. She’d cut off her nose to spite her face.
When I loosen my hold in her hair, she opens her mouth and takes me deep, choking slightly to take all of me. Fuck, I love that feeling of her gagging on my cock. I tighten my hand in her hair and keep her there.
She tries to lift off, but I don’t release her.
“Are you ever going to learn, trouble?” I nod to Drew, who leans in to suck on her clit. Finn and Dante stroke their hands over her body and her low moan vibrates around my cock.
I’m not going to take it slow. When I lift her mouth, she gasps around my cock. I bury my cock deep inside her throat again, then I fuck her mouth as her fingers tighten on my thighs. She braces herself and tries to push up more.
“You need me to stop, trouble, you need to tap three times. Feel free to resist, but we all know you’re going to come first.” Though with the way she sucks on my cock and her tongue works over me as I fuck her mouth, I don’t know how long I can last.
Sara moans again as Drew works her pussy. Finn plucks at her nipple while Dante circles her other one. Her body trembles but she doesn’t tap out or come. I lift her head off my cock and stare into her defiant green eyes.
I’ve held myself back from this woman for years under the assumption she would never accept me for who I am and what I did.
For my foolishness and my unwillingness to betray my friend.
Maybe if Tom had just been an asshole, I wouldn’t have held out, but how many tricky situations did I get out of because of his help?
Sara’s easy acceptance broke something in me though. It broke that tenuous bond between me and Tom. And the secrets we kept for each other. I don’t know if there’s a way to rebuild it. I let his hold on me settle in a dark corner and loom over me, but I also accepted it as a fact.
Something softens in Sara’s eyes. “Wyatt.”
Her quiet voice pulls me back to the present. To her and this game we’re playing. One I want to play for the rest of our lives.
Her eyes squeeze shut for a moment, like she’s trying to hold back the orgasm barreling down on her.
“Let go, Sara,” I command, because that’s what I need to do. I need to let all that go. And worry about the rest later.
She keens as her body arches and releases all that beautiful pent-up tension.
“That’s it, trouble.”
Her eyes open and meet mine. Her body shakes as they keep up their torment of her.
“Be a good girl and finish me.”
She wets her lips and I lower her over my cock. Making her choke a little with every thrust into her throat. She moans again as we all push her over the edge. My cock thickens before I explode.
Her throat works to take all of me down and she licks her spit from my cock when I lift her off. Tears stain her cheeks and her lips are puffy.
“Such a beautiful mess.”
She shivers as the others take their hands away and Drew straightens. He thrusts his fingers into her pussy and she gasps.
“How many times have you come today, trouble?” I wipe my thumb against the corners of her lips before pressing it inside. She sucks on it as she tips over the edge again.
Her eyes hold mine, as she loses herself to the pleasure. Drew pulls his fingers from her pussy and takes them into his mouth.
When he removes them, he grins. “I doubt the little slut can remember. She loves having four men to make her come.”
She pants and shivers against me. Her knees buckle and she lowers them back to the ground.
“I’ll punish you later, trouble. But for now, finish your job.” I release her hair.
“Come on, flower.” Finn holds his hand out to her and she crawls over to him next to me and takes his hand. “I’ll go easy on you.”
Her gaze flicks to mine and I nod. There’s something satisfying about seeing her take the others. I thought it would tear me up inside to watch her with another man. But her pleasure is epic to watch.
She draws Finn’s cock out of his pants and lowers her mouth to take him. He lets her control her pace and depth. His fingers trail down her neck and over her shoulder with a tenderness I’ve rarely seen Finn use.
“Are you thinking about what happens next, flower?”
She whimpers around his cock.
He smirks. “About us all taking your ass. One after the other. It won’t be like the first time when we just fucked you a couple times.”
Little needy noises fill the room.
“No, flower. We’re going to fill that ass with our hot cum.” He hisses as she swallows around him. “We’re going to sink in and open up your asshole to take all of us. Even Dante’s thick cock.”
She moans and her body arches as she comes. She’s like a live wire, so easy to make spark. So fucking beautiful.
“Then we’re going to fill that pussy back up and make you sleep with a cock plugging that cunt full. And in the morning we’ll start all over, filling you so fucking full.” Finn groans as he bucks a little deeper into her throat and roars his release.
When her next release trembles through her, he lifts her head off his cock and takes her lips with his. He glides his fingers between her legs, working her pussy. She whimpers like she can’t take anymore, but desperately wants to. Suddenly, she cries out into his mouth.
“Maybe we’ll all eat you out before filling this perfect cunt.” Finn’s green eyes hold hers captive as she falls over the edge again.
Her gaze meets mine and I see the desire and longing in them. My cock is already hard for her. It’s always hard for her.
“Go take care of Drew, so we can take care of you, trouble.”
* * *
Sara
I wake from a dream where I was almost ready to come, to coming around Wyatt’s cock thrusting in my pussy. I arch into him and moan.
His forehead touches mine and our eyes lock.
“I love you, Sara.”
As I cup his jaw, my heart swells. I don’t think I’ll ever stop needing to hear those words from him. “I love you, Wyatt.”
Kissing me, he fucks into me. One last deep thrust before he fills me with his warm cum.
He lifts his head but stays deep inside me. His cock throbs against my walls. He brushes my hair out of my face as he searches my eyes.
“You sore?” he asks.
I take a quick mental evaluation of my body. Sticky and sore. The bed is a little damp beneath my ass.
Last night, they fulfilled their promises. I lost track of how often I came. Pretty sure I passed out a few times from the intensity of my pleasure. But it never ended until we all collapsed.
As promised, a cock held everything inside me while I slept across Wyatt’s chest. He must have rolled me under him to fuck me.
Frowning, I nod and stretch. “Sticky. Sore. We’ll need to find something else to do today besides me.”
I arch my eyebrow and he kisses me before pulling out. I hiss at the soreness that didn’t really feel bad until he left.
He kisses my forehead and backs off the bed. “I’ll draw you a bath, trouble.”
I turn to watch his toned ass as he walks into the bathroom. A pulse of longing goes through me. Fuck, I’m addicted and I’m pretty sure if there’s a cure I don’t want it.
Dante’s arm wraps around my middle and pulls my side against his front. He nuzzles my neck. “Morning, pip.”
I curl into his hard body, content to just lie here in his arms for the rest of the day. Warm and protected. No one will ever be able to take me away from Dante.
“You doing okay?” His hand sweeps down my back and little sparks light even though I’m in no shape to do anything about them.
“I’m good, boss.” I press my forehead against his solid chest, dragging in the heady scent of all of us and sex. “Just need a day off.”
“We have work to do today.” Dante shakes his head. “Someone remembered to grab our work laptops.”
“You’re welcome.” Drew touches my back. “While I think Sara could handle another day like yesterday, she might disagree. A quiet day is definitely needed.”
“Speak for yourself.” Finn chuckles. “I’m game for her to sit on my cock while we work, or if her pussy is too sore, she can suck my cock. Would definitely make the day better.”
I blow out a breath and Dante draws me in closer. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind, but I think even my jaw is a bit sore this morning.
“She needs a break.” His hands stroke down my bare back. His cock is hard for me and my pussy pulses, empty.
I still at the flash of pain. That hurts.
“Maybe a day of pampering instead of fucking.” Wyatt walks back into the bedroom and holds his hands out to me.
I tip my chin up and kiss Dante’s scruff-covered jaw. When he releases me, I scoot to the end of the bed, take Wyatt’s hands, and let him lead me into the bathroom.
The scent is heavenly and the air is thick with steam from the shower running and rising from the bubble bath. Dante follows behind us and draws me into the shower. When Wyatt joins us, they work methodically to clean every inch of my body.
Even though I know it isn’t going anywhere, I’m on fire for them. I can’t seem to help myself when they’re near.
When I’m clean, Wyatt brings me out and we walk over to the bathtub. He gets in and I climb in after him, relaxing back against his chest as the heat and sweet scent of the tub fill my senses.
Dante steps out of the shower and Finn walks in. He bends to kiss my head before stepping into the shower. Dante wraps a towel around his waist and uses the sink to get ready for the day.
My breathing evens out as I watch them. This feels so fucking domestic, like this is what we could have if we’re just brave enough to take it. And I want it. I want it all.
Drew leans in the doorway and runs his hand through his hair. “Are we staying in the same apartment or looking for somewhere bigger?” he asks.
“We have a few more months on our lease.” Wyatt swirls the water next to my breast.
Everything he does is comforting right now. My body has some ideas, but the guys are right. I’m sore all the way to my jaw.
“What were you thinking?” Wyatt asks
Drew’s gaze flows over the bubbles covering my breasts. “We need a space for all my toys.”
I clench my thighs together at the thought of his play room. We haven’t spent that much time in there yet.
“Can you keep them at your club?” Dante asks as he shaves.
Wyatt wraps a possessive hand over my middle under the bubbles where no one can see it, and I snuggle deeper into him.
“We can move into a larger place,” Wyatt says. “It’s probably time. Maybe a house.”
“Might be hard to find a house in the city.” Finn steps out of the shower and grabs a towel. He winks at me. “We should start looking right away. Especially if we want to alter it to suit our needs.”
Heat rises in me, thinking of all the things we could do with space.
Finn moves to the other sink while Drew steps into the shower.
“What do we need in a house?” Wyatt asks almost conversationally like this is already a done deal.
“I haven’t even decided if I’m moving out of the townhouse yet,” I murmur.
Three sets of eyes turn to me and I’m sure Wyatt is looking too, but I can’t see his face.
“Obviously we fucked a screw loose.” Finn laughs. “What makes you think we’d let you out of our sight, flower?”
My mouth opens and closes as he narrows his green eyes on me.
There’s a possessiveness in his expression that burns me right to my core.
Finn’s always been hot, but when he looks at me that way, my ovaries get ideas.
Fuck, down, girl. Graduate, job, then possibly marriage, and then maybe little Finns, Drews, Dantes, and Wyatts.
“I’ve never lived on my own before.” I shrug. “I’ve always lived with my parents instead of having a place. Maybe I just want a space to call mine before moving in with my four… Do I call you boyfriends?”
Wyatt gently guides me to straddle him so we’re eye to eye. “Trouble.”
“Wyatt.” I mean, what else am I going to say? That wasn’t a question or an answer or anything more than his weird term of endearment for me.
He sighs and his eyes roll slightly in that way that says I’m being difficult. He nudges my chin up a little and searches my eyes.
“If we’re doing this, you’d be sleeping with us anyway. You want to keep your things at your mom’s for a while longer, that’s fine.” He trails his finger along my jaw. “But you will help us find a house that will work for all of us. Meaning you’ll have your space, but you’re going to be ours.”
“This is moving fast.” I almost say too fast, but stop myself.
Wyatt glances at the others, and when his gaze returns to mine, he laughs softly. “Sara, you’ve been ours forever. Yes, Drew is new, but fuck, we went through hell to get you back. You can’t think for one minute that we’d let you go now that we have you.”
The sincerity and love in his eyes is almost too much. I glance up at Dante who is rinsing his razor while waiting for my answer. Finn is brushing his teeth. Drew steps out of the shower. This could be my life from now on.
I could have these men every minute of every day. Something inside me bursts with my love for them, but there’s still this small, scared part that worries this will all fall apart.
I meet Wyatt’s eyes again. “I need some time.”
Drew touches the back of my head and I meet his warm brown eyes. “You’ll have all the time you need, princess.”