by Krista Wolf
“I’m sold.”
The voice behind me belonged to Roderick, as did the hands settling over my hips. I gasped as I felt two palms, spreading my ass wide. A moment later his mouth was against my sex, and my eyes were nearly rolling out my head as I felt his tongue dive deep inside me.
HOLY SHIT!
Roderick was eating me from behind, slathering me up and down with his hot, wet tongue. It was amazingly erotic. Totally incredible, to think of the visual behind me. To envision him on his hands and knees, just like me, only devouring my pussy from the inside out as I grunted and groaned and went down on his friend.
“Ohhhhhh fuck.”
Camden’s moan was followed up by his long fingers forking their way through my hair. He rolled his palms into fists. Really grabbed hold of me, as he used my face to bring himself off in my hot, willing mouth.
“FUCK!”
He came so abruptly I nearly choked, gagging on the thick, hot seed that suddenly flooded my mouth. It came in powerful spurts, filling me up. Blowing my cheeks out as I struggled to contain and devour it, even as Roderick was still devouring me.
Oh my GOD this is so. Fucking. Hot.
The hands in my hair relaxed, and the eruptions — while still happening inside my mouth — were less and less powerful. Eventually I was sucking again, draining the very last of Camden’s seed from his two heavy balls. Sometime during his whole crazy climax, I’d begun squeezing and rolling those balls in my hand.
Who the fuck are you?
The random thought made me chuckle. Honestly I didn’t know. It wasn’t a trick I’d learned or done before, it was just something I’d instinctively tried. Sort of like screwing three guys in the course of a couple of days, or taking hard guys from either end of my body.
“Fuck, that was ridiculous…”
Camden’s last grunt was half admiration, half apology. I smiled up at him, his cock still in my mouth. My body bouncing gently now, forward and back, because Roderick had stopped tongue-fucking me from behind and was fucking me for real — his hands locked tightly on my hips and everything.
Beautiful.
It was beautiful, actually. Beautiful and yet dirty at the same time. We were covered in muck, in filth, in soot. Our clothes ripped and ragged, our bodies tired from dining and dancing and exerting ourselves outside.
And yet, the desire was undeniable. My body was hungry and willing, ready to be used. Eager to be fucked and bounced off the end of Roderick’s beautifully hard abdomen, as I turned to look back at the sweat running down his now bare chest and shoulders.
God, he’s gorgeous.
They all were — the three of them. And now, after this, they would all be mine.
I yelped as a hand was pressed temporarily into my back. I was pushed into a new position; face down, ass up. Roderick was squatting over me from behind, not just screwing me doggy style but drilling me hard, one leg on either side of me.
“Unnnnghhh…”
I held tight as he plunged in and out of me, knees bent, his hands gripping the top of my ass. It was a position I’d never tried, never seen. Yet the angle at which he was fucking me seemed to be hitting all new spots. Places inside me that were deep and exhilarating, as I felt my lover’s sweat rain down on my mostly naked back.
RIIIIP!
I shuddered as two strong hands tore another swath of my dress away. I was naked now from the waist down. Still dirty, still sweaty, still bouncing beneath the frenzied onslaught of Roderick’s pounding manhood.
“Fuck me…”
I gasped the words as a mantra. In the sweltering heat of the moment, I said them over and over again until they ran together.
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuckmeeeee!”
Roderick’s fingers curled into claws, and in that moment I knew he’d lost it. A split-second later he was pumping me full. Screaming obscenities as he continued plowing me from above and behind, while throbbing and pulsing and dumping himself inside me.
Godddddd!
My teeth clenched tightly as my hands turned into fists. Somewhere in front of me was Camden, holding me steady. His hands kept my body from slipping away as Roderick finished exploding into my womb, while our cries of passion just sort of melted together.
“Holy… holy shit, Roderick…” I gasped. “I didn’t realize—”
SLAP!
He left me abruptly, smacking my ass once on the way out. His palm hit so square against my flesh I was sure it would be welted for the next day or so. Every time I sat down, I’d be reminded of this.
And what exactly is this, Karissa?
This was my new normal. My new life. Not just my sex life either, because now I had three different boyfriends who—
Three?
I whirled again and saw Bryce, sitting right where I’d left him. He was still in his seat. Still watching everything, from the place where I’d totally neglected him.
“Baby…”
Only he hadn’t necessarily neglected himself.
WOW.
Bryce had apparently stripped himself down rather than wait for me to do it. He’d also taken things into his own hands, and by that I meant he’d been stroking himself rock fucking hard to the sights of Camden, Roderick and I.
I flashed him the most wicked of smiles as I crawled my way into his naked lap.
“You have fun watching all that?”
It was a rhetorical question. The moment my hand pushed his away, to close over the monster hard-on between his legs, I already had my answer.
“You’re about to have even more fun.”
His big arms guided me as I positioned the broad head against my already come-soaked entrance. It was no effort at all to just let go, and let the full weight of my body sink down to envelop him.
“Oooohhhhhhh…”
It didn’t just feel good, getting so thoroughly and completely filled. It felt fucking spectacular.
“Bryce…”
I whispered the word hotly into his ear. His face was already against my chest, his warm mouth seeking the nearest nipple. I sighed out loud as I pulled him into my breasts.
“Ohhh fuck yes.”
I bottomed out and he bounced me, straight back along the length of his shaft. Up and down we went, bucking and grinding. Sending every square inch of his beautiful manhood gliding in and out of my body with every glorious thrust.
“Are you my boyfriend now?” I cooed into his ear.
The words seemed to be having the desired effect. His arms stiffened, his cock pulsed. He devoured me more hungrily, pinned against my chest.
“Am I your girlfriend?”
I rode him dreamily, sliding my arms over his shoulders. Letting him feed on me while we screwed on some hundred year-old antique chair, grinding our bodies into each other.
“You can bet your ass you’re my girlfriend,” he murmured finally, looking up from between my breasts. I grinned at him and laughed, tousling a patch of his thick blond hair.
“Prove it.”
From there we clenched each other tightly, chest to chest, enjoying the ride. Our bodies were one, our heads together as the penultimate moment approached.
God…
My orgasm came after a long series of deep, churning thrusts. His erupted shortly afterward, while I was still writhing and gasping from my own mind-numbing high. For a short while they coincided, and the two of us locked gazes. With half-lidded eyes fueled by lust, we screwed our way slowly through that amazing, euphoric stretch of time.
“Now you’re my girlfriend.”
His hands settled over my ass, bouncing me those last few gentle times as I cradled his face. Bryce’s smile was dreamy, stretched by his own rapture. Eventually I bent forward, kissing him on the forehead before snuggling into his heaving, sweaty chest.
“I’m all yours,” I sighed, letting my eyes close.
Thirty-Four
KARISSA
We drew straws again, this time to see who showered first. Camden won, not that it
mattered. Unless I’d drawn the winning straw, I’d already planned on jumping in with whomever it was.
“Wash your back?”
My new boyfriend smiled and turned around, giving me free rein over his lathery body. I ran my hands happily over his broad, muscular back. Cupped his firm yet deliciously round ass with two slippery palms, as I leaned in close to rub my own soapy body against his.
“Now do me.”
It was a double entendre that really wasn’t, because once we were clean Camden certainly did do me. We did it right there in the shower, with my legs wrapped tightly around him and my back pressed against the tiled wall. I clawed his back as the steam swirled around us and he made me dirty all over again.
Afterward, heaving and exhausted, the two of us got clean for the second time.
The rest of the night was a confusing blur of sleep, standing sentinel, and wonderfully sleepy sex, mostly because the guys took turns staying up and guarding the manor’s perimeter. They walked the halls, checking windows for signs of new trouble. Once an hour they would march outside, to do a quick walk around the grounds.
I joined them at first, sitting up a little with each of them. But I lay down with them also, whenever they relieved each other for sleep. Over the course of the night I went from Bryce’s bed to Roderick’s. From Roderick’s to Camden’s, and then back to my own. Each time, they took me hungrily beneath the sheets. Their hard, powerful bodies pushing their way between my legs. Burrowing their way into my hot wet tunnel, as I threw my arms around their pumping, churning forms to let each of them ravage me in his own way.
Fuck.
Sexually it was the greatest night of my life, but the whole thing was an emotional whirlwind too. I was a girlfriend now. A shared girlfriend to three insanely hot contractors who were more like brothers than friends, and who treated me more like a princess than a girlfriend, and a girlfriend rather than an employee.
That part would take some adjusting, I knew. I didn’t just work for these guys anymore, I was dating them. I was having sex with them, fucking them. Even making love to them, as evidenced by the slow, beautiful way Roderick and Bryce both refused to stop kissing me — deeply and soulfully — as they screwed my brains out.
Camden was a little different, but then again he’d spent himself for the second time in the shower. By the time we made love in his room, he practically passed out after exploding inside me. In a way it was cute, even complimentary. The last thing he’d done over the course of his long, exhausting day… was me.
The sun eventually came up and the morning found us all in the kitchen, sipping coffee. Roderick had gone out for bagels. The smell wafting from the big brown bag in the center of the table was nothing short of amazing.
“Good morning boys,” I smiled, passing out paper plates.
They grunted their hellos, each stopping to kiss me on the cheek on their way through the kitchen. Sleeping late wasn’t our thing, apparently. Not for me, and not for them either. It was just as well. The more our schedules jived, the better.
“I already talked to Oscar,” Bryce said, over the silence of spreading butter and cream cheese. “Aside from the broken windows he says he hasn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.”
“This was way more than just out of the ordinary,” Camden said solemnly. “This was arson. Someone could’ve gotten killed.”
Bryce considered his friend for a moment. “Think we should call the police?”
Almost instantly Roderick shook his head. “No.”
It was odd to me that they were just thinking about this now. But it was their property, their site. Not really sure what good it would do anyway, I deferred to their wishes.
“If there’s an arson investigation they might shut us down for a few days,” he explained. Then, looking to me: “Am I right?”
Slowly I nodded. “Very possible.”
“So forget it,” he said, as he crunched down on a toasted sesame seed bagel. “We’ll put up cameras and keep a sharper eye out. But the best thing to do is move on.”
The guys nodded their agreement before Bryce continued. “Anyway, Oscar offered to come down and survey the damage, plus take stock of whatever needs to get re-ordered. I told him to stay home, though. It’s Sunday.”
“Good.”
“We kinda needed this day anyway,” Camden agreed.
Their eyes all shifted to me. Not knowing what they were thinking, I could only laugh nervously. “What?”
“Today we’d planned on doing nothing. Absolutely nothing,” said Roderick.
“Sounds amazing.”
Bryce laughed. “Wanna do nothing with us?”
“Sure,” I shrugged, slicing my own bagel in half. “But I have to warn you guys of something.”
“And what’s that?”
I crunched down hard, taking an extra long time to chew. “I’ve never done nothing before.”
Thirty-Five
KARISSA
Nothing turned out to be exactly that — nothing at all. A day without stress, or worry, or having to keep tabs on three dozen workers spread out over five or six separate crews.
And it was absolutely magical.
We lounged around until mid-afternoon, talking and resting and enjoying the beautiful day. We did our best to avoid discussing business as we walked the manor’s sprawling gardens, but the guys just couldn’t help it. They told me how it had all once looked back in the nineteenth century, when the manor was booming. Then, hedge by hedge, fountain by fountain, they explained what their own vision would be.
It was interesting as hell, watching them work. Seeing the three of them collaborate on the same project, each in their own unique way. It wasn’t something I’d been privy to before, because they’d kept their company entirely separate from the work I was doing. But it reminded me of being in bed with them. Of watching them communicate with each other, usually wordlessly, as they worked on me.
By the time the sun was setting, we were indoors again. The temperature had dropped abruptly, and a cold rain started to fall. Bryce had run out for Chinese food because none of us felt like cooking. Roderick and Camden were down in the gym, formerly known as the library.
They’d be down there a while, pumping iron. Stretching and flexing their bodies until their muscles were all swollen and taut.
It left me just enough time…
Sweeping up the grand staircase, I fled to the upstairs hallway with a trio of items I had high hopes for. One was a magnetic screwdriver, the other a large paper-clip. The last was a wire coat hanger I’d unraveled halfway, so I could still get a good grip on the base end of it.
One of these things, I hoped, would get my broken key out of the jammed lock.
The screwdriver’s too fat.
I knew that in my head, but a quick try at the lock confirmed it. Kneeling before the mystery door once again, I tossed the tool aside and straightened one side of the paper-clip.
It almost worked but not quite.
“Motherfucker.”
The paper-clip was too thin to be useful. It rattled around in the lock for a while, but I couldn’t feel it catching on anything. My last chance was the coat hanger, which could be thick enough. It in fact would be thick enough, if only I could—
Reaching back for it, my hand closed over something warm and familiar. Something I knew was a bare foot.
“Here.”
My blood ran cold. Turning around, I stared up into the impassive face of Roderick. He had an arm extended and was handing me the last of my three makeshift tools.
“You could try the coat hanger,” he said simply. “Or you could just try opening the door. It’s unlocked, you know.”
I knelt there speechless, turning eighteen different shades of red. I could see him enjoying each one. His own skin was red too, still flush from his workout. His chest and arms looked pumped and swollen.
“I found a piece of key broken off in there yesterday,” he said matter of factly. “Took me an hour to ge
t it out. I figured I was yours.”
Well… shit.
He held out his hand, to help me up. Rather than take it, I got up myself.
“Go on,” said Roderick. “Open it.”
For a moment I stood there silently. Eventually I shook my head.
“You wanted to see what’s inside, didn’t you?”
“Yes. But you told me not to.”
“So?”
“So I’m too fucking curious for my own good,” I admitted. “You telling me not to go in there was probably the worst thing you could’ve done.”
“Ah,” Roderick smirked. “So it’s my fault?”
“No. Of course not.”
Once again he nodded toward the door. “Go on, Karissa. It’s okay. I… want you to see.”
The last part he said hesitantly, and his voice changed a little. It became thicker. Almost like it was difficult for him to speak.
I placed my hand on the knob. Glancing back, I gave him a final look — one last chance to change his mind — before twisting it and pushing the door open.
Immediately I was taken aback by what I saw.
The room was a bedroom, just as I figured it was. Only this one was decorated in ways that were ancient and magnificent. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling, every piece of furniture undoubtedly came from the original manorhouse. There were chests and end tables. A big four-poster bed, inlaid with intricate carvings all the way up to the canopy. Hanging from all sides was lacy toile and gossamer, looking sewn by hand. It was all so beautiful. So breathtaking.
“What is this place?”
Roderick didn’t answer. He stepped slowly into the room with me, as the door swung shut behind us.
“I mean it’s almost like a museum,” I said. “But then again…”
I looked again, and saw the more modern truth beneath the antediluvian decor. A comfortable-looking quilt and bedspread that was made in today’s day and age. A big flat-paneled television, occupying one wall. On the nighttable beside the bed I saw a plug-in speaker, even a docking station for a smartphone. These things were out of place, but they weren’t. They belonged here somehow.