Dylan lets out a groan of amused frustration, kneeling beside me as Carlisle pulls me into his lap. His cock strains against my slit, and he unzips himself, taking me by the hips to guide me on top of him and letting my full weight sink down into his lap as he pushes himself deep.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
Dylan kneels beside me, stroking his cock and watching like we’re his own personal porno. That thought sends another shock of pleasure through my body, my pussy clenching around Carlisle’s cock—it’s thicker than Dylan’s, my lips parted a littlewider to take all of him, and the angle allows him to hit an entirely different spot inside of me, a spot that soon has my head spinning.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” Joe’s voice is suddenly in my ear, his hands on my hips as he guides me down on top of Carlisle again and again, clearly enjoying how lost I am to the pleasure.
The noise I make in return isn’t one that I’ve ever heard from myself before, but then, all of this is so new to me, how could I possibly recognize any part of it? Joe stirs my hips this way and that, strong hands taking control for me, and Carlisle’s mouth finds mine as he drives himself up to meet me over and over again…
And I come for the second time, body clenching against him, thighs squeezing around his lap as my pussy clings to his cock. All at once, I feel the shockingly new sensation of Carlisle reaching his release inside of me, the warmth of his seed filling me as he grinds himself into me, like he’s making sure he’s buried himself deep within me before he’s done. He lets out a long, low groan into my mouth, and I hardly have time to catch my breath before Joe has pulled me into his lap.
“You think I got you that wetnotto fuck you myself?” he murmurs in my ear, hand on my belly as he pulls my back to his chest. The other three are watching now, cocks in hand, stroking themselves to the sight of me, but my gaze is so blurry from the back-to-back orgasms that I can barely take it in. I feel the pressure of Joe’s thick tip against my entrance, and just like that, he slips himself inside of me, pulling me roughly on top of him as he flexes his hips up to meet mine.
“Fuck, you really are soaked,” he groans as he moves deep inside of me, fucking me hard enough that I can feel the spasms of my pussy pulsing around his cock.
Dylan inches closer, dipping his head down to suck on my nipple, letting his tongue trace circles around it like he can’t think of anything more important in the world. I let out a whine of pleasure, and Joe slips an arm around my belly, pulling me even closer. I squirm in his lap, feeling him at every angle within me, and the sound of appreciation he makes in response tells me that he’s enjoying every moment of this.
I sink back into him, watching as his cock pistons in and out of my pussy, driving deep into me again and again. Seeing my own wetness mixed with Carlilse’s seed smeared along Joe’s shaft is impossibly hot to me, a sign of how willing he is to take me in any way he can have me.
I can feel the smoldering heat from the fire, Joe’s hands on my body, Dylan’s mouth on my breasts. The others are panting, ragged breath tearing from their lungs as they watch me get taken like this for the first time. All of it blurs together, creating a memory I know I’ll never forget, not as long as I live. My heart thuds in time with every one of Joe’s thrusts, and after a few more moments, he drives himself deep inside of me once last time, and I feel the throb of his cock as he releases his seed within me.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls in my ear. I turn my head so my mouth can find his, our tongues meeting as he stills himself within me. Before I know what’s happening, I feel hands on me again, pulling me forward—and Callum kisses me hard, his teeth catching my bottom lip for a moment as he grins into my embrace.
“Best till last, huh?” he teases playfully. He sinks me down onto the grass, pinning my wrists above me with one hand as he parts my legs with his knee.
Around me, the other guys close in, Dylan’s hands on my thighs to open them, Joe’s mouth against my neck, Carlilse murmuring encouragement into my ear on the other side. I can hardly make out the specifics of his words as Callum thrusts into my pussy, and I gasp against his mouth as he fills me.
Four men in one night—you’d think I would have grown used to the feeling by now, but it’s even more thrilling the longer it goes on. My body is worked up into a frenzy of pure, unstoppable need that seems to pulse to every nerve ending in my body at once.
I hook a leg around Callum’s back, drawing him in deeper. His cock is long, and the fullness of him inside of me is nearly overwhelming in exactly the way I want it to be. I can feel a third orgasm building fast within me, so quickly that it almost feels dangerous, but with all their attention focused on me, it’s impossible to do anything but give myself over to it…
So as Callum fucks me against the soft earth there in the forest outside Devin’s Ridge, I come again, a sound tearing out of me that belongs to a wild animal more than anything else. Callum doesn’t stop moving for an instant, pushing himself deep into me as the muscles of my pussy throb helplessly around him. He lets my orgasm massage him into his own release as he finally stills, driving himself to the hilt and letting himself finish. I feel his warmth mingling with the others within me, and beside me, I’m distantly aware of Dylan cursing to himself. Looking over, I see that he’s reached his own release, his seed spattered on the ground beside me.
As Callum lazily grinds his hips into mine, I know this is a night I will never forget. Not just because I lost my virginity, but that I did it in such style, with four of the hottest guys this town has ever produced.
I don’t know what the next few months have in store for me. But whatever happens next, I know that I’ll always be able to look back on this evening as proof of the fact that I am desirable, and that I have a naughty streak that might come bursting out again at any moment.
And that, whatever happens, this town will always have a piece of my heart.
1
ANGELIE
FOUR YEARS LATER
Humming to myself,I pick up a few crayons that are scattered on the floor next to the play area, dumping them back into the large arts-and-crafts bin attached to the door that leads into my classroom. It’s amazing how quiet this place can seem when the little ones are gone, and I savor this half hour or so between the end of class and my trip back home to take care of my own unruly gaggle of toddlers.
A little smile perks up the corners of my mouth as I picture them. The looks I get when I tell people I have quadruplets, you’d think that I gave birth to every natural disaster known to man, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, the pregnancy wasn’t exactly easy, and the birth is something I would rather forget, but now that I have them, I can’t imagine having just a single child. In fact, when I meet people who don’t even have multiples, I find myself a little taken aback.What do you mean, you only have one? What do you do with all of that free time?
Of course, doing the whole quadruplets thing as a single mother adds an extra wrinkle of difficulty that I otherwise might not have had to deal with—but then, with four men as their potentialpaternal donors, it makes sense that I would have four kids as a result. Chrissie, Stephanie, Chuck, and Jake—two girls, two boys, the best of both worlds. If a little excessive at times.
At least I have a better grasp on raising toddlers than most people. When I found out I was pregnant, I was bang in the middle of my teacher training. I only had a little more to complete due to the credits I earned in high school, and I debated between dropping out entirely or continuing at double speed to make sure I got my accreditation by the time the kids came along. Eventually, I settled on the latter, and threw myself into my studies as I balanced my ever-growing belly with the career I had dreamed of all my life.
I had just made it back to Devin Ridge to move into a place of my own by the time they decided to make their arrival into the world. I can still remember bringing them home for the first time, my sister Nathalie helping me carry them into the not-yet-decorated nursery. I remember that feeling, all at once, of living in a real family home, one that was filled with life and energy and warmth. It might have been overwhelming, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Within a year, I managed to land a job at Devin Ridge Elementary, where I teach the tiny kindergarten class three days a week. It’s not always easy, balancing my home life and my work life, but Nathalie has made it her full-time job to look out for me in any way that she can, and I am beyond grateful for the efforts she has poured in to making sure I have everything I could possibly need.
In fact, she’s waiting for me outside the school gates as I emerge from the building. The toddlers are at home with my parents, who try to squeeze in as much time with them as humanly possible. Doesn’t seem to matter how many times I remind themthat they are well into their fifties now and should be focusing on what they’re going to do in their retirement; they have practically taken on a whole part-time job in helping out with their grandchildren.
