“He’s right,” another voice chimes in beside me, and I feel a hand cup my chin, guiding me up toward him. Carlisle stands next to the chair, gazing down at me with something passionate in his gaze that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before. My heart flutters at the sight of it, some part of me responding before my mind can, and he leans down to plant a soft, almost chaste kiss on my lips.
Or at least, it would be chaste, if it wasn’t for what Dylan’s hands are doing below my waist as he slips his fingers beneath my shorts and into my panties. “Fuck,” he groans, the sound vibrating up through my chest as he draws me in close to him.
All of them seem determined to have me for themselves, and the dizzying feel of being desired by this many men at once is a reminder of that night. A reminder of why I gave them my first time, and why nobody has come close to granting me the pleasure that they give me.
Joe’s hands move to the hips of my shorts, easing them down as he guides my legs toward him. My body feels so small and delicate in their grip, but they handle me with the utmost care, like I’m all too breakable and they don’t want to risk causing me anything close to harm.
Carlisle and Callum have moved to either side of the chair, and Dylan kisses me greedily again as Joe guides my hips up so I’m in a kneeling position straddling Dylan’s lap. I’m already naked by now, and I know I should likely feel utterly exposed like this, the four of them still dressed, but it doesn’t even cross my mind. The large windows that look out into the forest mean that anyone could look in and see us, but given that the first time we did this was in the middle of an open field, it’s not like I give much of a damn.
“Jesus,” Joe mutters, as he slides his fingers along the outside of my pussy, my wetness smearing along the inside of my thigh.
I reach out on either side of me, feeling for Carlisle and Callum, rubbing my hands along the outside of their pants where I can feel that they’re already hard for me. I’m not the girl I was the first time we did this, the one with no experience to her name who could only trust that they knew exactly what they were doing. No, this version of me, she knows what she wants, and she’s going to do everything she can to make sure she gets it.
I hear the zip of Joe’s pants as Dylan draws me back in to kiss him again, making out with me like we’re teenagers stealing time before curfew. Next to me, Carlisle closes his hand over mine, grinding his erection into my grip like he wants to show me just how hard he is for me. I whimper into Dylan’s mouth, back arching almost without thought, and Joe takes the invitation to plant himself at my entrance and push himself inside of me in one long motion.
I pull back from Dylan, gasping as I catch my breath—and find that Callum has already taken his cock into his hand, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the head as he stands there beside me. He’s stroking himself, the sight of me like this already enough to get him going, but I need to show him a little attention. Reaching for his cock, I brush his hand away and guide it toward my mouth, locking eyes with him for a moment and watching with delight as his face creases when he feels my tongue swirling around his tip.
Dylan’s hands are on my hips, pushing me back against Joe, who’s thrusting deep inside of me from behind. The angle he has me at allows him to push up and into me, our hips flush together as he brings himself to me over and over again. I close my eyes, sealing my lips around the head of Callum’s cock,groping outward to try and take hold of Carlisle’s too, as I listen to Dylan’s appreciative groans of arousal.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Dylan murmurs to me, skimming his lips along my jaw as I break away from Callum’s erection to turn to Carlisle’s instead. Dylan’s hot breath on my skin matches the heat that’s beginning to pulse between my thighs as Joe thrusts into me, squatting behind me, his powerful muscles flexing as he moves into me again and again.
Dylan slips his hand between my legs, his fingers circling my clit as Carlisle guides himself between my lips. My mouth parts to accept him, tongue lavishing him with attention, and he reaches for my head, muttering a curse under his breath as he feels my mouth bathe him. I can taste the musk of his pre-cum on my lips, and something about it draws a wild, animalistic feeling to the surface of my body, each and every nerve ending sparking with energy like I’ve been set on fire.
Joe grabs my hips, one hand overlapping with Dylan’s as he moves harder and faster. I draw Carlisle’s cock from my mouth with a demonstrative pop, and he keeps his hand in my hair as he guides me back to Callum, lodging his friend’s erection a few inches deep into my mouth as if he’s intent on sharing the sensation with him too.
The pleasure spirals and spirals around my center, building as Dylan lightly pinches my clit between his fingers to coax me closer to the edge. All of a sudden, I have to draw back from Callum for a moment to draw in a deep, shuddering breath, my belly flexing as I reach my release. The orgasm makes me clench around Joe’s length, and he continues to piston inside of me, his body tensing as he draws closer to his own release, and then…
I feel him flood me with his seed, the recklessness of it lost on me as I lean back against him, a cry of pleasure filling the cabin around us. My body tingles, wetness flooding down the inside of my thighs, and I hardly have time to make sense of what’s happening before Dylan has pulled me forward and into his lap, pressing his erection against me through his pants as though checking to see if I’m ready to take more.
“I need to see your mouth on my cock again,” Carlisle reminds me from above, and I turn my head at the sound of his command, enveloping him in my mouth once more. This time, I’m able to take a few more inches than before, my muscles relaxing as the orgasm washes through me.
Dylan has unzipped his pants, bringing his cock to my pussy. He rubs himself along the outside of my folds a few times, just like he did when we fucked in the kitchen, and I moan around Carlisle’s cock, pleading with him in any way I can to just give me what I need so badly. It’s crazy to me, the way my body craves these men when I’m with them, the way everything seems to just fall away to make space for the pure, endless need to have them closer, as close as I can get them.
Dylan takes my cue, pushing himself up and inside of me as Joe stumbles to a chair that I can just about make out from the corner of my eye. He’s still watching us, drinking in the sight of me like this, and I wonder if it will serve as spank bank fodder sometime down the line. The thought of him getting off to the sight of me with his friends like this sends another surge of passion through my body, and I grip a little tighter to Callum’s cock, stroking it as Dylan begins to stir his hips inside of me.
“Damn, Joe, you must have done a good job,” Dylan remarks, and I can hear the grin in his voice even before I pull back to pay attention to Callum once more. “She’s soaked…”
I trail my tongue against Callum’s tip for a moment, and he covers his hand with mine as he eases himself into my mouth, his jaw set tight. I can feel the throb of his erection between my lips, and I’m sure it’s not going to be long till he goes over the edge. I want to taste it—I want to gorge every one of my senses on their taste, smell, sound, touch, everything I can have…
As Dylan stirs his cock inside of me, massaging every inch of me as he watches me, I feel his mouth on my neck, and the next orgasm begins to take shape inside of me. My lashes flutter half-shut, my gaze lost to anything that isn’t them. It’s as though the entire world has dimmed around us, and the only people left are those that exist in this cabin. It won’t last forever, nor do I want it to, but right now, I could convince myself that we’re the only people in this entire county.
I draw back from Callum just as I hear his breathing start to crest, not wanting to take him over the edge quite yet. He lets out a playful groan, eyes sweeping down my body, and reaches out to run his hand over my breast, just like he did when he was between my thighs outside a few days ago.
I turn to Carlisle, who wastes no time in letting me taste him once more, slipping himself into my mouth as I circle my tongue around his head. He, too, is getting close, and judging by the sound of Dylan’s breathing as he kisses my neck, it’s not going to be long for him either. I feel a dizzying rush of power, knowing that I have all of these men completely in my control, completely at my command. There’s nothing I couldn’t ask for from them right now, nothing that they wouldn’t try to give me if they knew I wanted it, and that thought is enough to have my own orgasm teetering at the very brink of release.
My hips are moving of their own accord now, and I draw back to kiss Dylan once more, my tongue hungry in his mouth as mythighs begin to tense on either side of him. He lets out a deep, throaty groan into my mouth, and then drives himself into me one last time—and that seems to take him over the edge, his body stiffening as he pulls my hips down onto him roughly. His warmth fills me, our tongues still connected, and I draw back for a moment to look into his eyes, almost drunk on the intoxication of how much he wants me. His eyes are dark, his jaw tight, his lips slightly parted, as though he wants nothing more than to kiss me again—but before he can, I pull Callum toward me, taking control as I bring him to my mouth once more.
And it seems like the moment he touches my lips, he goes over the edge and into his release, his body shuddering as he comes in my mouth. The feel of his cock twitching on my tongue while Dylan’s throbs inside of me…fuck, it’s like nothing I have ever experienced before. I have been with all the guys in one encounter, of course, but having them at the same time like this is something that I can already tell I’m going to be addicted to. I gather the last few drops of Callum’s seed with my tongue, and I barely have time to reach Carlisle before he finishes in just the same way.
And it’s that sensation which sends me sinking down into another pool of pleasure, a deep, low throb beginning in my belly and spreading out between my thighs. I can feel it in every inch of me this time, filling my mind as well as my body. A soothing, calming rush that brings me down from the emotive edge I was teetering on when all of this started. I move my hips a couple more times against Dylan, and then, a little reluctantly, slip off of him and into his lap as Carlisle and Callum stagger back toward their seats.
Dylan loops his arms around me, cradling me there to make sure I don’t tip out of his grip and onto the floor. “Holy fucking shit,Angelie,” he murmurs, his voice raspy and his eyes distant from the intensity of what we just shared.
And as I look around the room at them, I start to believe, for the first time, what they said about not wanting to leave. Because no matter what might have led us to this moment, the looks on their faces tell me that they haven’t come close to feeling anything like this since the night we were all together last.
Years might have elapsed between our first encounter and this one. But when it’s right—it’s right.
And what we have here, as strange as it might look to any outsiders, isundeniablyright.
