by Dizzy Hooper
Satisfied, I relax back into the mattress. Walker returns to the space he's made for himself between my open thighs, his fingers coated in slickness.
He gets right back to it, too.
I groan as he works my clit with his thumb and begins to stretch me with a second finger. It's tougher, taking that girth, but my body adjusts faster than I ever would have expected. Soon enough, he works in three, and my blood sings. Sensitive, untapped nerve endings flare to life, and I'm not going to make it. I'm going to die right here, desperate and aching and begging to get fucked in my ass—
I whine, high-pitched and animalistic.
"Shh," Walker soothes, kissing the inside of my thigh. "Tell us what you want."
"You." I grab onto Street, where he's attached his mouth to my nipple. "Both of you." But it's more than that, isn't it? "All of you."
"Fuck yeah," Jaquan says.
Corey groans. "Jesus."
My head spins. I can't believe this is happening.
"Be more specific," Walker insists.
How does he expect me to still be making words? "Seems like you had a plan in mind."
"Damn right I did." Walker pulls his fingers free from my ass, and I repress a sob at the sudden emptiness.
"Do it, then. God, Jesus, just—"
He grips my hips. "You sure you're ready for that? Ready for Street to fuck that tight little ass?"
"Fuck." My eyes roll back in my head a little.
And not just because of the thrill of finding out Walker has a bit of a mouth on him.
Street is huge. I mean, I haven't even seen his cock yet, but if it's remotely proportional, it's going to tear me to pieces.
Walker prepped me carefully, though. Yeah, I can take it. I want it.
"Yeah, yeah, come on—"
Walker's hands go to iron on my body. "You gonna take it from him at the same time I put my cock in that pretty little pussy?"
Okay, cool, I was right. I'm going to die right here—but not from being unfulfilled. They are literally going to kill me with their dicks.
And yet the instant his challenge is out on the air, I'm all in.
Pushing Street aside, I sit up. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I lift it up and pull both it and my bra away, leaving me utterly bare. My pulse hammers in my chest, and my breathing is too fast. My juices drip all down my thighs, while the empty place Walker created in my ass flutters, aching to be filled.
"You're damn right I am."
35
Walker can clearly talk some serious game when it comes to sex, but he still seems taken aback when I respond to his challenge to let him and Street double-team me by basically attacking him. I fling myself at him bodily, wrestling him to the mattress and straddling his hips.
He gets with the program fast, though, pulling me in as I crush my mouth to his. No more deep, careful kisses. I go at him with my teeth.
The friction of his clothed body against my naked one ignites another filthy spark inside me. Without breaking the kiss, I glance around. All the guys are still pretty much dressed, while I'm the one with my entire body on display.
Well, not for long.
"Clothes," I growl, tearing at Walker's shirt.
He laughs, lifting from his chiseled abs to help me pull the fabric off and over his head.
I gaze past him to Street. "You, too."
The guy is contrary as hell, but that's one instruction he seems all too happy to obey. As I tug at Walker's belt and wrench his jeans and boxers down, Street reaches behind his head to grab the collar of his shirt.
And shit. The scars and ink I spotted on Street's body that first day I met him go all the way up. His shoulder is a riot of gnarled tissue and swirling designs. It looks like pain, like precisely the kind of damage he's confessed to me in the heat of his anger.
It's beautiful, and I can't wait to get my hands on it. My mouth.
I would, too, except that at just that moment, Walker's cock springs into view.
For a second, I'm blinded to everything else in the world.
Goddamn. I knew he'd be huge. When we were grinding against each other earlier, I could feel that thick girth. But seeing it is another thing entirely.
He's big all around, nice and long and wide. The head glistens with fluid, and veins ridge the underside, and it's all I can do not to sit myself right down on it.
My pussy throbbing at the promise of that perfect cock, I finish the job, though. I drag Walker's pants the rest of the way off. He toes off his socks, and I have exactly one second to revel in finally having both of us together, naked and ready, before it all gets even better.
As I straddle Walker's hips again, Street slots himself in against my spine. He's made quick work of his clothes. I groan at the heat of his bare chest, the tickle of his chest hair.
The huge, insane width of his hard cock.
It presses into the cheek of my ass, and I nearly swallow my tongue. Fuck, he feels even bigger than I imagined. I have no idea how he's going to fit inside me, no matter how well Walker stretched me—much less how I'm going to take him and Walker at the same time.
I'll be damned if I'm not going to try, though.
Corey clears his throat, still over on the side of the room. Our gazes meet, and my cunt clenches down even more desperately.
Because the kid—his eyes are glazed with lust, his cheeks flushed a brilliant pink. The outline of his erection tents his pants obscenely. He's sitting on his hands as if it's all he can do not to whip himself out and jerk off on the spot.
But he still manages to muster some thought and care. "You sure about this, Heidi?"
There's no judgement to his tone, thank God.
I nod jerkily. "Yeah, yeah."
Corey's throat bobs, and then I'm not looking at him anymore. Street grabs me by my hair, twisting me back and claiming my mouth. As I let him kiss me hard and deep, I dart my gaze around. Jaquan and Sal are observing with as much interest as Corey, and the dirty thrill of that has me pussy burning with need.
Yeah—I'm not just about to let my lieutenant and his buddy DP me. I'm going to do it right in front of the rest of the crew. They're going to watch me get fucked.
And then you bet your ass I'm going to fuck them, too.
"Shit," I groan against Street's tongue. I drop my hips, dragging my wet cunt over Walker's bare length, coating him in my slickness. The emptiness inside me yawns, and I need him--I need this.
I need the release. I need to get taken out of my head. I need to submit to these five men, to be used and fucked and filled to the brim with their come.
I need them to need me.
A high whine escapes my lips, and I tear myself away from Street's kiss. Planting my hands on the mattress to either side of Walker's head, I look him straight in his gorgeous blue eyes.
And I remember that first night, when he pulled me aside after a big job. He told me then that I was a part of this crew now, and that they would take care of me. They would earn my trust.
And he was right. God, he was so, so right.
Dropping down, I let my aching nipples scrape against his hot chest. Our mouths connect, and I drink in his taste. He grasps my hips, moving me over him. Lightning sparks all along my spine as my clit rubs down his entire length and then back up. I shift forward that one last inch…
And then he's there. His thick head fits itself to my slick entrance, and he squeezes my hips in a punishing grip. I part from his lips just enough to meet his brilliant gaze.
Panting, he stares right back up at me, leaving it to me to take the final step.
So I do.
Angling my body, I slide my wetness all over him, pushing and pushing. He's big enough that there's real resistance, but I work through it. His fat head glides in at last, and we both moan as one. I keep driving back, taking him in. The stretch is intense, but so worth it. His cock fills me up to the brim, leaving me reeling, my pussy throbbing. When he finally bottoms out, I grind against him, and hot pleasur
e blooms all up and down my spine.
Holding him fully inside, I brush my lips over his again. We breathe into each other's mouths, adjusting to connecting so completely after weeks of dancing around each other, and fuck me, but it feels like coming home.
This man saw into the depths of me the very first day we met, and he's never failed to challenge me since. Even now, with his thick cock buried inside me, I feel like his equal, like he knows it. Like both of us prefer it that way, and it's incredible.
Then Street presses his lips to the back of my neck, letting me feel his hot cock against the small of my back again, and I remember that we've only just begun.
Closing my eyes, I kiss Walker full and deep for another moment.
Then I draw away, looking over my shoulder at the one man I still haven't had a piece of yet.
Street's dark eyes gleam. He rubs his cock against my skin, leaving streaks of wetness there, and a dirty shiver racks my frame. With broad fingertips on my chin, he pulls me further around and scrapes his teeth over my lip.
He drags his other hand to the aching place between my legs.
I jump at the pressure of his thumb at the rim of my ass. He tests me there, popping the tip of his thumb inside, and the stretch has me whining into his mouth. Walker's prepped me thoroughly, but it's something else entirely now that I'm being penetrated in both my pussy and my ass. I breathe hard, pressing into the promise of fullness, the edge of a threat, but my body yields.
Street draws back, only to return with two slick fingers. I take that, too, bright points of light beginning to dot my vision. Three fingers is almost too much, but I can do this, I can, I will.
Street moves his mouth to my cheek, his nose brushing my temple, his stubble rough and delicious. "You ready for this, princess?"
I twist around, grabbing him by his hair. "Call me princess again, and I'll bite off your dick."
Jaquan laughs out loud, and even Walker chuckles, making his body do interesting things inside of mine, and I can't suppress my groan.
"Now if we're clear on that"—I tug harder on his hair—"get your cock in my ass already."
Street smiles, sharp and shark-like. He kisses me once more. "Yes, ma'am."
There's not an ounce of submission to him, though, as he releases my mouth only to bite the back of my shoulder, hard. Taking himself in hand, he traces the line of my crack, up and down, letting his thick crown catch on my rim. For a second, he slides lower, almost to the point where Walker is crammed into my cunt, and my breath stops. Walker's does, too, but before things can cross any lines, Street is gliding back up.
He grasps me with one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder. I suck in a burning breath.
Then he starts to push in.
And Jesus fucking Christ—he's even bigger than I imagined. It really has been a long time since I've had a guy fuck my ass, and I've never had it in both my ass and my cunt at the same time before. The closest I've come was Sal playing with my back door while Jaquan was in my pussy that once, and nothing—not even that—began to prepare me for the stretch.
My mouth hanging open, I bear down, and it feels like I can't open any wider—I can't possibly make enough space inside my body for the both of them, and it hurts, and then—oh God—
He pushes in harder, and all at once he's there, inside.
I scream, tasting blood in my mouth. Walker cups the side of my neck and drags me down to him, kissing the shock of pain away, brushing tears from my cheeks, and Street just keep thrusting in and in and in.
And somehow, somewhere in the exquisite agony of it, a switch flips inside my brain. His hips meet my backside, his huge cock buried inside me right alongside Walker's, and I'm liquid, I'm light—I'm so fucking full I can't seem to stop crying.
"Shh, we got you," Walker croons against my lips. "We got you, you're amazing, you're taking us so well. You were made for it, baby—made for us."
God, yeah, I was, wasn't I? My entire life I've been one shade of angry or betrayed or hurt or another, and it was because of this.
Because I was only made to fit here, with these men.
Opening my eyes, I rear back. I swing my gaze wildly from Jaquan and Sal to Corey, who looks like he's about to come in his fucking pants. They're watching me get wrecked by these two enormous dicks, waiting their turns, and I feel like a slut, like a set of holes—like a goddess.
"Fucking incredible," Street says against my ear, and he actually manages to sound as overwhelmed as I feel.
All the pressure and pain turn to pure pleasure as he and Walker finally begin to move. They set up a rhythm, Walker surging forward as Street draws back. As one fills me, the other retreats, and all I can do is keep my legs locked and my arms braced, holding myself up against their onslaught, trying not to be swept out to sea.
In the end, I hold out for all of two minutes.
Every glide of their twin cocks into my pussy and my ass has fire licking at my belly, impossible pleasure cresting in the aching place between my legs. It's too much to contain, too much for one body to feel, and before I know it, I'm lost.
Orgasm hits me like a sledge hammer through a window, like a saw through the roof a building that's aflame. I explode from my hungry cunt to my ass and back, my throat shredding as I scream my triumph. As my entire body spasms around these two men.
"Fuck," Walker groans, "fuck, Heidi—"
"The way she's squeezing me—"
"I know, God, it's the same, it's just the same for me. Isaac…"
I come to to the two of them continuing to drill my body, taking their pleasure, and I'm delirious with it.
Because I feel my connection to each of these men so keenly. There's no room for doubt at all, and yet that's not even the entire story.
I glance back at Street. He meets my gaze, licks his lips, then looks to Walker.
"Go on," I groan.
Apparently, that's all the permission they needed.
Street lunges past me. His lips meet Walker's, and the groan Walker lets out is unreal.
And I'm not going to say I've never thought about the idea of two hot guys kissing before. I've gotten off to gay porn, but that's not what this is.
Walker grasps Street's neck and keeps him close, kissing him again. When Street pulls away, Walker's eyes are wild.
But they go unerringly, immediately to me.
"Heidi—"
"I know." I know he's here with me, present in the moment.
As if he had to prove it to me anyway, he hauls me down with all the passion he just put into licking Street's tonsils, and he kisses me with exactly that same intensity.
And maybe that's what kicks this whole thing over the edge.
These two have years, decades of history.
But it took me to get them past the pain, past the hurt. It took me to bring them together, and I'm not going anywhere. Right in the middle of them is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
For as long as they'll have me.
My stomach dips, but I refuse to let my own habitual negative thinking interfere with the moment. This can't last, but I won't think about that now. What we're building between us is bigger than one night of thank-God-you-didn't-die sex. Even I can see that. But one woman and her five sexy firefighters isn't a happily ever after kind of story.
Damn if I won't take it, though. And I'll ride it wherever it decides to take me.
Which right now seems to be "careening headlong into another earth-shattering orgasm".
Street drags me around to kiss me again the instant Walker lets go. He redoubles his pace, and Walker meets him stroke for stroke until they're both pounding into me, turning me inside out.
Pleasure builds deep inside me, and I chase it this time. I tense my muscles, grinding my clit into Walker's body every time I slam down onto him. The wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, growing frantic.
In the end, it's Street who breaks first.
"Heidi—"
; His strokes go ragged. He grips my waist and slams in deep.
I groan at the kick of his cock throbbing inside me. Hot come floods my ass, and just like that, I'm done for.
I come screaming both their names, my body turning inside out with the intensity of the pleasure. Walker holds me still and thrusts up into me a half dozen more times, and then he's as lost as the rest of us, spilling deep inside my body. The circuit feels complete, my connection to these two men sealed, and I collapse over him, breathless, fulfilled.
But not done.
Oh, no. Nowhere close.
Before I've even recovered, I drag my head back up. I lean back into Street, melting my spine into his chest. My breasts heave, tingling and ready for more.
I look up at Corey and Jaquan and Sal in turn.
Panting, still spasming around the two cocks buried in my cunt and my ass, I breathe, "Who's next?"
36
"Jesus Christ," Street swears from behind me. He wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts idly and nipping at the column of my throat. "Let a guy enjoy the moment, will you?"
Jaquan rises to his knees, reaching for his shirt and peeling it off, revealing miles of gorgeous brown flesh. "I don't know. The rest of us guys have been pretty patient."
"Not that we didn't enjoy the show," Sal says. He follows Jaquan's lead, stripping without hesitation or shame.
Corey chuckles, voice tight, like this whole thing really is blowing his mind exactly as completely as I imagined it wold. "Understatement of the century."
"Fine." Street gives one last tweak to my nipples, making me shudder with a harsh aftershock, then lets me go. He pulls out with a grunt, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight at the raw feeling in my ass, the sudden emptiness that has me spasming.
It gets even worse as a trail of warm come slips out of me.
Right. I've never let anybody do me raw back there before, and I didn't exactly think about the consequences. It's filthy, nasty, and somehow it makes me even hotter, feeling how thoroughly my ass has been used.
I clench down, trying to hold Street's load inside me. Walker groans, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. I start to lift off of him, too, but he pulls me down for another lingering kiss. Our lips part, and he fixes me with one of those stares that sees clear into the heart of me.