by Dizzy Hooper
I shudder, pleasure rippling through me as Walker bottoms out. I'm stuffed full of him, clenching down around him. Groaning, he kisses me deeper, grinding against my clit, and my whole body is kindling beneath his flame.
It doesn't take me long to ignite.
I'm just so primed, so in love. Jaquan's mouth and now Walker's cock. The gazes of all of my men.
Scraping my nails along Walker's back, I tip my head back and rock my hips up.
Walker follows my cue, thrusting faster into my aching pussy. He shoves a hand between us, giving me some pressure on my clit, and that's it.
I come, shouting Walker's name, squeezing down around him. He moans and kisses me harder, fucking me through a soaring orgasm. Faster and faster.
He doesn't stop, either.
Overstimulation threatens to turn bright pleasure into pain, but somehow he keeps his pace just the right side of too much. Before I know it, my first orgasm is over, my next one rising up right alongside it. He pulls his hand away from my clit and grabs me by my shoulders, hauling me up as he sits back on his haunches.
I gasp at the new pressure as I sit astride him, his cock still buried deep. I open my eyes, and God. I can see all the guys around us so much better like this.
And I love it. I love having them all here, watching me fuck myself on our commanding officer's enormous dick.
It takes a second, but I manage to get my knees under me. Walker holds me by my hips, guiding me to ride him fast and hard. My tits bounce, and his cock is an unrelenting pressure deep inside. Every downstroke has me slamming my clit into him, and yes—yes—
My second orgasm crashes over me. Walker takes control, moving my pulsating body over his cock until he groans and bites down on my throat. His cock jerks inside me, and hot liquid jets into me. I revel in the feeling of his come filling me up, dripping down his cock and along my thighs.
Gasping, I slump over him. His hands go soft on my hips, and he holds me tight. His cock kicks inside me, and in any other relationship, that final aftershock would be my signal that we're done.
But not this one.
Feeling the end of his pleasure just renews mine. I rise, kissing his mouth, hungry and wet. Then I rear back, looking around the room.
The first pair of eyes to meet mine are Sal's, so I beckon to him. "Come on."
He doesn't waste any time reaching for me. Walker releases me, and Sal pulls me bodily out of his lap. Walker's cock slipping free from my body makes my cunt spasm, more of his come dripping out of me, but I know I'm not going to be empty for long.
Sal flips me over, putting me on my hands and knees, and yeah, yes, perfect. He slides his hands down my sides, and I look back at him over my shoulder. His gaze is piercing, his dark eyes almost black with need as he lets me feel the hot line of his cock against my ass.
I tilt my hips up and bite my lip.
He groans out loud. "You know I don't love you any less for wanting to fuck you doggy, right?"
"You know I don't, either, for wanting it just as bad?"
"Jesus." He leans forward to capture my mouth. "So fucking perfect for me."
As he kisses me deep, he reaches between us and lines himself up. He sinks into me without any resistance or delay. I don't need any stretching or gentle care this time. Walker was so good to me, and he left me so wet and ready.
Walker's come squelches out of me as Sal slams home, and fuck, that probably shouldn't be so hot, but it is.
I love being traded back and forth among these men. I love being passed around, I love feeling used.
I love feeling so incredibly cherished. So loved.
Even as Sal's making me see stars.
He pounds into me rough and raw. My body lights up with the harsh fucking. The wet, slapping sounds of filthy sex fill the room, along with Sal's and my panting breaths. The appreciative noises being let out by the men watching us fuck.
Sal bites my lip and quickens his pace. "Come on, gorgeous. Let me feel you come on my cock, too."
And I never imagined I'd be the kind of girl who could climax on command, but he's got me so worked up. His thick cock head hammers my G-spot. I suck in a breath and close my eyes.
I tip over into my third orgasm of the night impaled on Sal's huge cock.
Clamping one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip, he drives in deep, rhythm going sloppy, and then he's jerking inside me. I'm halfway to coming again from the wet heat of his come flooding my cunt. I squeeze down around him, milking him for all he's worth.
He stills, leaning over me, panting.
The kiss he presses to my cheek is almost too much of a contrast, soft and sweet.
Then he's pulling out, leaving me gaping, a gush of wetness dripping down my legs.
My limbs tremble, weak from taking two men in a row, but I'm nowhere close to done.
I scan the three men still waiting their turns. Corey looks drunk on lust, eager and ready. Beside him, Jaquan's eyes grow hooded. He strokes his cock nice and slow, and I lick my lips.
But before I choose between them, I glance around until I find Street. He's sitting next to Walker. Their feet are touching. Street's expression is a little more guarded than I might prefer, but I'm too overwhelmed to read much into that right now.
I'll get to him soon.
I swing my gaze back around. Jaquan's biceps and pecs flex, and yeah, that's appealing, but I'm raw from Sal.
Maybe I need to cool down a bit first.
Turning to Corey, I raise my brows.
He rises, his long cock bobbing, his sinewy muscles taut.
My definition of 'cooling down' has clearly changed a lot in the past year, because the way Corey's looking at me is red hot.
He moves to stand before me, and I shift onto my knees, straightening until I'm eye-level with his hips. I lean in and kiss beside his navel. His cock throbs, the masculine scent of him going right to my sore cunt, making the need within me flare all over again.
Closing my eyes, I twist my head to the side and run my nose along the length of him. His tip leaks clear fluid, and I lick it up.
"Damn," he pants.
With his hands cupping the back of my head, he guides me to run my tongue all along the length of him. I take his bulging head inside, pursing my lips just beneath the crown. He groans and thrusts shallowly a couple of times, then tugs me away.
He shakes his head. "That's not what you wanted."
"What about what you want?"
"Believe me." His chest heaves with the force of his breath. "Getting inside you isn't any kind of hardship at all." Urging me up, he runs a fingertip across my bottom lip. "Not that I don't love your mouth…"
I smile. "I get it."
Face to face with him, I rise onto my tiptoes and kiss him. What starts out sweet goes hot and heavy fast, though, and before I know it, he's walking me backward.
I almost stumble as he guides me off the mattress and to the wall.
Except no—not the wall. The window sill.
"What is it about you guys and the neighbors?" I breathe against his lips.
"Frosted glass. They won't see a thing."
Nothing but the outline of my back, maybe the shape of my ass.
The motion of my body as I get fucked up against it.
Perfect.
I intertwine my hands behind my neck and hold on as he lifts me onto the sill. I perch there, my ass barely held up, but it's enough. I spread my legs, and he fits his palms to the insides of my thighs, holding me open for him. He runs the hot head of his cock over my clit, and it's a delicious contrast to the cold glass against my spine.
It's even more of one as he slides right in.
My eyes rolling back in my head, I arch forward, pressing my breasts into his chest. He holds onto my legs as he starts a sinuous rhythm with his hips, sliding in deep only to draw back.
"Gorgeous." His mouth brushes mine with every breath. "Wish everyone could see you like this."
My heart leaps as he ke
eps thrusting, hitting the deepest parts of me. "Don't want to keep me to yourself?"
He laughs. "Me and the four other guys in this room." He rears back, fucking me faster, grinding his pelvis against my clit. "But you're a vision." In the space between our bodies, he runs his hand along my side. Cups my breast, my throat, my hip. "A work of art."
God, but I feel like one.
Corey's always made me feel special, unique, but he's taking it to a new level tonight. Tears threaten my eyes, the intensity of the connection between us consuming me.
And yeah, he shares me with the rest of the squad—happily.
But there's something here that's only for the two of us.
Something so big it fills the empty places in my heart.
Not to mention my sloppy cunt.
Grunting, I push back into his thrusts. His cock glides in and out of me so smoothly that the peak of pleasure sneaks up on me, taking me utterly by surprise. One second I'm swimming in it, and the next it's crashing over my head.
My neck snaps back, my vision flooding to white as orgasm carries me away. He keeps it going, prolonging it, getting a thumb on my clit.
He waits until I'm past my peak before he lets his rhythm falter. His mouth drops wide open as he tips over the edge, and God. He's so fucking beautiful when he comes.
For a minute, I'm so blissed out, all I can do is stare.
How did I get this lucky?
How is there still more?
And by more, I mean Jaquan, whose patience has apparently run out.
He comes up beside Corey to run his hand along my leg. I twitch, pussy still rocking with aftershocks. Lazily, blissed out to the point where I can barely move, I loll my head in his direction.
Jaquan isn't feeling anything like as lazy, though. He taps Corey on the shoulder. "You done, man?"
"Give a guy a second." Corey shudders, cock kicking once more, weakly, inside me. Ignoring Jaquan, he presses another, lingering kiss to my mouth, and I fall into it, smiling, full of a love that could make my heart burst.
Wetly, Corey pulls away. His cock slips free, and I clench down, trying to keep the mess of three men's come inside me, but it's no use.
And it's not like they care anyway.
"Go on," Corey says, waving at the space between my body and Jaquan's.
"Finally." Jaquan grabs me and hauls me into his arms.
Two seconds ago, I was so tired and fucked-out I could barely move. I'm still tired. But the way Jaquan slams me into the wall beside the window sure wakes me up. He holds me with two hands under my ass. My feet can't touch the ground, so I hook my ankles behind his rear and hold on, and yeah.
I come back to life from the wet heat of his mouth. I love Corey soft and slow, but I love Jaquan like fire. I love the way he makes me laugh, the easy flirtiness that first drew me to him.
I love the red hot fire of passion that burns inside him.
Scraping his teeth over my lip, he gazes deep into my eyes. "Don't know if I can wait. I want you so bad."
I gesture helplessly at my wide-open cunt. "Then have me."
Groaning, he captures my lips again, licking in deep past my teeth. He hitches me higher against the wall. The cool plaster feels almost hot after the ice of the glass window, the surface rough on my overstimulated skin.
And then I can't think about the wall anymore, because Christ, he wasn't kidding about not being able to wait.
He drops me down onto his massive cock in one long stroke. I let out a guttural sound that scrapes my throat at the sudden fullness, the stabbing pressure of him shoving in deep.
Pinning me to the wall, he pulls back with his hips almost immediately. I'm boneless, clinging to him with arms that can barely hold me up, but it's okay. I can rest on him, I can let him take me, use me, fuck me, love me.
And he's got me. He always does.
Just like I've got him.
Acting like I weigh nothing at all, he starts up a sinuous rhythm, fucking me nice and deep. The wet sounds of his body drilling into mine echo in the space between us. He keeps my legs spread, my body open wide for him.
His dark gaze fixed on mine.
And it's too much. I'm overwhelmed and sore, oversensitive to the extreme. Every time he drives home, he grinds against my clit, and I'm so close to coming again, only I can't, I can't, I—
"Baby," he groans.
He's perfectly smooth, his strength never faltering, but I can see the fissures beneath the surface. He's shaking apart at the seams.
Speeding the deep thrusts of his cock into my slick pussy, he tightens his grip on my thighs. Something imploring shines in his eyes.
On an inhalation, he begs, "Please…"
Another crack in his calm appears, and it's seeing him unfold that pushes me finally, shatteringly over the edge.
I come screaming, skewered on him, too used up to so much as flex my muscles in pursuit of my pleasure, but I don't have to. He renews his possessive claiming of my body, going faster and harder until he falls apart.
Together, we descend into ecstasy. I'm vaguely aware of the scrape of plaster against my spine as I slide down the wall, but even as he's lost in orgasm, he protects me. He cradles me against his hot body, holding me close as he drops to his knees. I land astride his hips, and come again from the rough landing, the intense pressure on my clit. I squeeze down around him, and his thick seed pours into me.
We stay there like that, frozen, for a long moment. His muscles are tight with effort, locked down, shaking.
Finally, when the aftershocks have passed, he finds my mouth with his and kisses me, wet and sloppy. He lets go, lowering me to the floor. I gasp as he slips out. I can't even stop the mess of semen dripping out of me, I've been crammed so full with four men's release.
And you bet your life I'm making it five.
Holding onto each other, Jaquan and I stumble over toward the mattresses. He collapses to lie on his back in a heap, and I hover on my knees beside him, kissing him one more time before I lift my head and look around.
I scan the faces of sated, gorgeous, naked men around me, but there's really only one face I'm looking for.
I find Street exactly where I left him two cocks ago, sitting on the other side of the room next to Walker, who seems to have more or less come to his senses. As I zero in on the last of my five men, Walker pats Street on the shoulder, then edges away. Street's Adam's apple jumps.
His cock does, too.
It's impossible that I could still be hungry for more, but one look at Street, and the incompleteness deep within me growls. New heat gathers low in my abdomen. My used pussy throbs. My breasts hang from my chest, heavy and aching.
Slinking forward, I crawl in a straight line toward my final target. The last thick cock I want to feel inside me.
The last piece of my soul I still need to connect with.
And it's my soul that tugs at me as I draw closer. There's a tension to Street's body that I couldn't see when I was on the other side of the room, either getting fucked or getting ready to be. The nearer I draw, the more that tension dissipates, though. I put one hand on his knee, and the naked relief in his gaze sears me to my bones.
Suddenly anxious to get into full body contact with him, I climb right up into his lap. I comb my fingers through his hair and work to make my voice light. "Feeling lonely over here?"
Street shivers. "Never," he says, gruff, but I know him better than that.
I run my hands along his scars. He's been wounded in his life, inside and out. He's healed so much in the past year, remaining his own person while also allowing himself to be drawn into our fold. He's let go of so much heartache and pain and come through it stronger.
What can I say? We have a lot in common, okay?
"Right." I lean in and press my lips to his.
After taking four guys in a row, I'm ready for something a little slower, softer, and somehow, I feel like Street could use that, too. He matches my pace and tone perfectly, curling his a
rms around me and holding me against his chest, kissing me deep.
After a long moment of being close like that, he pulls away. "One year."
I smile. "Yeah."
But a darkness hangs around his eyes. "Not just that."
Frowning, I push his hair back from his face, letting my fingertips drift over his neck. "Hmm?"
Something in his expression cracks. "One year since we almost lost you."
Oh.
Oh, God. Right. Of course.
A muttered curse from the other side of the room tells me I'm not alone in having sort of forgotten the near-death experience that brought us all together, and I'm also not alone in remembering it now.
I stare into Street's eyes, but what words are there for that?
I take his hand and press it over my heart. I make him feel its steady beat.
Then I kiss him. Hard. Deep. Slow.
"I'm here," I promise. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here."
"You better stay that way."
God, my heart hurts. The raw scrape in his throat makes mine want to bleed, but the fact is that there are no promises in this line of work. We try to be safe. We watch each other's backs. But terrible things happen.
All I know is… "I have so much to stay alive for." The truth of it echoes in my chest. "More than I ever have in my life."
"Me, too," he admits, and fuck.
I kiss him again, until we're both breathless.
Neither of us really likes these emotional outbursts, and neither of us loves showing vulnerability, but we do it for each other.
Slowly, the kiss eclipses everything else, driving away that moment of darkness. But the admission of what we are to each other lingers, binding us together.
As our bodies start to melt, one into the other, I push Street backward until I'm lying on top of him. It's nothing at all to spread my legs over his hips. We moan as one as my wet flesh slides along his massive cock. His hands move over my body endlessly, like he's still reassuring himself that I'm here and whole, and I am.
In a way I never have been before, I am.
Between one kiss and another, I tilt my hips forward. The crown of his cock rubs over my clit, then catches at my opening.
I open my eyes to look down at him. His throat bobs. Then he nods.