I shove her up against the wall and she gasps. My lips venture along her jaw and down her throat and her breath catches.
“You suck, Conor,” she mutters, clearly still annoyed with me, but helpless to the heat between us.
“Only if you ask nicely,” I reply, my breath washing over her skin as I graze her collarbone with my teeth.
“Fuck!” she hisses and gasps.
“Well, I wouldn’t call that “nicely,” but I suppose I could still oblige.”
“Conor, shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Gina growls, clearly tired of my banter and aching with need.
But, once again, my antagonistic nature flares and I can’t resist keeping the commentary running.
“My, my, you’ve got a dirty mouth on you, don’t you?”
She looks up at me, and there’s a sparkle in her eyes, replacing the annoyance. A tiny smirk curls the corner of her lip.
“Yeah. I do. A real dirty mouth,” she slowly slides down to her knees, unbuckling my pants, “Just filthy,” she draws my cock out of my boxers, “I’ll show you just how fucking dirty my mouth can be.”
She’s just about to take my cock between her lips when we’re interrupted by a clearing throat.
I turn to look, suddenly remembering that we left the front door wide open. Fortunately, though, it’s my brothers in the doorway. They all look more than a bit annoyed.
“Room for a few more?” Flynn asks.
His tone is teasing and clearly meant for Gina, but the narrowed eyes are for me. I feel a stab of guilt. They probably thought I was trying to beat them here to snake Gina away all for myself.
I can’t say the idea of having her all to myself, even just for a few hours, is a bad one, but it wasn’t my intention. I just couldn’t stand another fucking minute of waiting and wondering.
I look at Gina. For a moment, some expression I can’t decipher flits across her face. There’s the desire I expect, but there’s also a hesitation I don’t fully understand, a vulnerability.
And for the first time, it makes me wonder about her past.
Why is this stunning woman living all alone in this tiny rural town?
I’ve seen her jewelry, she could easily find success in a big city. Keenan told me that she’d apparently only moved here five or six years ago, and built her shop from the ground up.
But what had she been doing before?
Obviously she had some kind of life before she came here.
“Well,” Gina says finally, “Are you guys going to shut the door and get in here, or not?”
Six eyebrows shoot up, but my brothers are quick to slam the door shut. Gina rises to her feet. “Follow me,” she says, before sauntering through the room and starting down a hallway.
Along the way, she unties the bow around her waist and lets the robe slide. It slips down her shoulders before trickling down the rest of her body and puddling on the floor at her heels, confirming my suspicions. She’s bare under the robe, and even in the dim light in the hallway, her silky skin glows.
I tuck my dick back into my pants as I follow her, with my brothers hot on my trail.
“Don’t think this is over, asshat,” Noah grumbles at me, “You got lucky for now, but we’re still kicking your ass later.”
I shoot him a sheepish grin.
“I swear, I’ll explain.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he punches my arm.
We end up in Gina’s bedroom, and I’m surprised by how immediately at-home it feels. It’s peaceful, painted and decorated in varying shades of blue. Although the navy plaid pattern of the bedspread isn’t the first thing I notice. It’s the size.
“Don’t you live alone?” I ask.
Gina laughs.
“Just me and Kal-El,” she confirms, “But I just kind of figured...why not? If I want to sprawl, I sprawl.” she crawls onto the bed.
It’s a California king mattress, massive and covered in a mountain of pillows. Gina nestles herself in the center, in a little pile of the pillows, and she looks like a queen awaiting her-
“Is there a term for a male concubine?” I ask aloud.
Silence falls for a moment before it’s shattered by Gina’s giggles.
“I never really thought about it, but I don’t think so. I guess consort might be the closest thing?”
“Cockubine?” Noah quips.
Gina doubles over in laughter while the rest of us groan at the awful joke. It’s interesting, joking and playing around in such a heated moment. Seeing Gina go from goddess of temptation to giggling goofball has a weird effect on me, too.
Rather than having a dampening effect on my desire, it feels like it tempers it, melding it with deeper feelings and making it even stronger.
I can’t help myself. I join Gina on the bed and pin her arms above her head, kissing her even as she’s still giggling. As I stretch my body along the length of hers and grind my pelvis between her thighs, her giggles turn to moans.
Keeping her wrists pinned, I trail kisses down her neck and collarbone again, making her breath quicken, until I reach her bare breasts. I glance up at her, and her expression is needy and wild. With my gaze still locked on hers, I flick my tongue out and across her nipple.
Gina whimpers.
“Fuck, Conor…”
“Again with that filthy mouth of yours,” I tease her before taking her nipple between my lips and giving it a hard suck that makes Gina squeal, “I believe you promised to show me just how dirty it can be.”
“I did,” she agrees, “But I kind of can’t when you’ve got me-” she struggles to get her wrists free, illustrating her point.
Much as I love having her pinned and helpless beneath me, the temptation of that wicked mouth is more than I can resist. So I let her up and she rolls me onto my back, pulling my dick out of my pants again and kneeling between my legs.
I can hear the rustle of clothing all around me as my brothers strip, but my vision is lost when those soft, warm lips wrap around the head of my cock and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, raking my fingers through her dark hair.
I hear the tearing of foil around me as Neil opens a condom and realize that unlike yesterday, I’m not wearing one. Not that Gina has anything to worry about, I’ve always been safe and I know with a hundred percent certainty that I’m clean. So if she’s comfortable with it, so am I.
Her head bobs down the length of my shaft, her tongue exploring and swirling undecipherable patterns on my skin. She suddenly gives my cock an unexpected, hard suck that makes me groan, and when I glance down at her, there’s an impish glimmer in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Neil has gotten into position behind her and I can feel the vibrations of her moans as he starts to tease her pussy with his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet,” I hear him murmur to her.
Even with my cock deep in her throat, the sound of her moan echoes when Neil sinks into her from behind. And the moans get louder when Flynn and Noah join us on the bed and each of them begins fondling a tit, teasing her nipples.
Neil begins to rail her and the rhythm of her bobbing head evaporates. But somehow, the sloppy, wild nature she picks up is even better. It doesn’t take long before her moans get higher in pitch and I can feel the trembling in her body that tells me she’s about to cum.
And I can feel the tremor run through her as she lets out a muffled wail of release.
To my surprise, she releases my dick from my mouth with an audible pop.
“Can we-” she pauses to catch her breath, still panting from her orgasm, “Can we try something?”
“Of course,” Noah says.
“Ok,” she directs us, “Flynn, can you sit over here, Conor, over here like this. Noah, lie down here, and Neil, keep doing what you’re doing when I say so.”
After grabbing something out of a bedside drawer, she straddles Noah and I watch with interest. She’s positioned Flynn and I so she has easy access so suck and jerk us both off, with Noah beneath her and Ne
il behind her. Her cheeks turn pink. “I want to see if I can take two of you at once,” she admits, a little shyly.
She reveals the little bottle of lube and a second condom in her hands. Noah takes both from her and rolls the condom on before squirting some lube into his palm.
He passes it to Neil, the two of them lather themselves up and Noah slides into her from below. Slowly, carefully, Neil resumes his position in her pussy. Her eyes are screwed shut, and I can’t tell if it’s from pain or pleasure as they pack her tight little hole full of their cocks. But when her hips start to roll and her face relaxes, I can practically feel the pleasure rolling off of her in waves.
Settling into their rhythm, she bends back down and resumes her “oral exam” on my shaft and wraps her talented fingers around Flynn’s dick.
I close my eyes again, my fingers in her silky hair. Her head bobs up and down along the length of my erection and everything melts away but the pleasure of the wet heat of her mouth on me. With every flick of her tongue and the suction of those soft lips, she draws more and more pleasure out of me.
I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth. Fuck, I’m already close. I want to draw this out, but it feels too fucking good.
My hips twitch and it takes a massive amount of self control to keep still and keep from bucking into her mouth. She seems to sense that I’m on the edge, and ups her efforts, her head bobbing faster and faster until I can’t hold back.
White-hot bliss washes over me and I spill my seed between her lips. She swallows it all down eagerly and licks my cock clean of every last drop, like I’m some kind of treat she’s trying to savor.
She peers up at me with a devilish grin, and I think that moment is where it hits me. She looks so satisfied with herself at having gotten me off, even while she’s being pounded, but for a moment, everything falls away but my gut reaction to that heavenly smile.
I think I’m actually in love with this girl.
Chapter Thirteen
Gina
Flynn’s cock is deep in my throat, and Noah and Neil are double-teaming my pussy in true twin fashion. Their perfect unison as they drive into me is strange, almost like I’m being fucked by one truly massive cock. But it feels fucking incredible, so I can’t complain, even if it’s a strange thing to wrap my head around.
The taste of Conor’s release still lingers on the back of my tongue even as I’m indulging in the salty-sweet flavor of Flynn’s shaft, and Conor amuses himself while his brothers fill me up by lavishing his attention on my tits.
I roll my hips in time with their thrusts, driving them deeper, and we all fall into a languid rhythm, slow and sensual. It’s different from the ravenous, wild lust from before, with each of us frantically clawing for our own releases. This feels like something else entirely.
Conor had been right when he’d called me out. I had run scared. I’d had the best sex of my life and let my guard down for the first time since my divorce, and it had scared me. It would be one thing if all I wanted from them was the sex.
But I want more. I want to laugh with them, and make them laugh. I want to keep annoying them and being annoyed by them. I want to spend late nights talking and lazy mornings making love to them.
I want everything with them, and that scares me. But I can’t resist them. I’m helpless, caught, under their spell, and when another orgasm rips through me and I feel the flood of heat as Noah cums with me, I wonder if that’s really such a bad thing.
Neil continues to pound my pussy, not far behind, and it’s only seconds before the slick, salty warmth of Flynn’s release spurts across my tongue. I swallow it down as Neil grips my hips and slams into me, groaning out his climax.
The five of us all collapse into the mound of pillows on my bed, feeling sated but less wrung out than the day before. But now that the haze of lust has cleared, I feel a twist in my gut, knowing I’m going to have to explain myself. I decide to address the elephant in the room myself, rather than waiting for one of them.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. Leaving, I mean,” I say, staring at the ceiling, “It was a cowardly thing to do.”
No one seems to know how to reply, so I continue.
“I haven’t….” I clear my throat, “Haven’t exactly done much “dating” in a while.”
Conor snorts.
“And? Were you worried we thought you were bad at “dating” or something?” he teases me, “Because I promise, we weren’t complaining, right, guys?”
The others murmur their agreement.
I chuckle. “No, that’s definitely not the issue, I know I rocked your worlds,” I retort with mock smugness.
“So, before I moved here from Connecticut, I was married,” I say, figuring I might as well just dive right in, “His name is Lionel, and he sucks. We went to the same prissy prep school with the rest of the trust fund babies, and when we were in high school, we ran in similar circles, so it only seemed natural to start dating.”
I twist a lock of hair around my finger while I speak. “There were never any real sparks, but I guess I never really expected to get to find someone I really connected with. Again, trust fund baby. So there were certain… parental expectations of me when it came to choosing a partner.”
All four of the guys wince.
“Ugh. So it was almost an arranged marriage?” Noah asks.
I nod.
“Pretty close. My parents liked him, he came from a good family, all that stupid draconic nonsense. So, I became Regina Elizabeth Rockford, housewife. And it was every bit as pretentious as you’d expect. I handled the household staff, planned the fancy parties, went to tea with the other wives, and kissed up to a bunch of rich, snobby pricks.”
I sigh.
“And I thought I was happy. People envied my life, my marriage, my wealth, and I was exactly the kind of stuck-up bitch that you’d expect. I felt like I was on top of the world and I deserved it all. Until the incident at my birthday party.”
The silence is palpable as the Byrnes wait for me to continue.
“Lionel had gotten talked into a few rounds of shots with clients, and he was a lightweight, so when he disappeared, I got worried. I went looking for him. I didn’t realize that my sister was also missing…”
I trail off and the Byrnes piece it together.
“Ouch,” Flynn mutters.
“Yeah,” I sigh again, “I found my husband balls-deep in my younger sister. I know this sounds cliche as hell, but I never saw it coming. I mean, like I said, it wasn’t like we had an amazing marriage or anything, but I feel like either way, it hurts.”
I blink back the sudden sting of tears. I didn’t miss Lionel, hadn’t missed him for a moment, but I’d been willing to sacrifice everything, give up my whole life to be empty-headed arm candy. And I’d been met with betrayal. Whether I loved him or not, that stung.
“And that was the moment that it really hit me. I hated everything. I hated the stuck-up, prissy people. I hated the stuffy events, and the stupid, tiny portions of food that use fancy ingredients just for the sake of making them more expensive. I hated sitting at home, ordering around maids and butlers. I hated my life. No, I can’t even say that, I had no life.”
“So how did you end up here? Kind of a long way from home,” Neil says.
I shake my head.
“No, it isn’t. This is home. But actually,” I laugh sheepishly, “I threw a dart at this giant antique map in his office and decided I’d go make a life for myself wherever it landed. I drained my little savings account, and took off. Haven’t talked to either of them since. Or any of my family, actually.”
Conor nods.
“Can’t say I blame you. Although obviously catching my brothers with my girl is kind of a moot point.”
I laugh and kiss him.
“Yeah. So, that’s my tragic little tale. But I came here and I started making jewelry and opened the shop. And I haven’t missed my old life for a minute. But I’m afraid,” I swallow, tears springing to my eyes
once more, “I’m afraid to trust anyone. And I’m afraid that I’m going to do something that ruins this life, and I love it here. I love what I’ve accomplished, and I love the people here, so I haven’t wanted to get involved with a man again, let alone four.”
I chuckle bitterly as I wipe my eyes.
“Well, I feel pretty safe speaking for all of us when I say this,” Conor says, reaching down and brushing a tear from my cheek with his thumb, “But we’re never going to do that to you. If you give us a chance to make this work, Gina, I promise you, we will always be honest with you.”
He looks to his brothers for confirmation and they nod.
“We’ll do everything we can to make you happy, if you let us,” Neil adds.”
Now the floodgates really open, happy tears pouring down my face, and I bury my face in my hands, embarrassed.
“Well, if you’re gonna twist my arm,” I mumble through my fingers, “I guess I have to say yes, don’t I?”
I hear the chorus of their laughter and feel lips press against mine. I realize after a moment that it’s Flynn, and I’m pleased that I can tell without seeing him. I exchange kisses with all four before leaning back, hands behind my head, and sighing.
“Delia and Lucy are never going to let me hear the end of this.”
“No, they are not,” Noah agrees.
“And you don’t think we’re going to hear from the guys?” Conor asks.
Flynn and Neil grimace and I laugh.
“Oh, well, we can deal with all of that tomorrow,” I say, stretching, “But for now, I think I’ve earned a little rest.”
“Oh, you have, have you?” Flynn raises an eyebrow.
“Mhmm,” I close my eyes, only half-pretending to drift off, “You four are a handful. You wore me out,” I tease.
“Well, fine, rest up for now, but don’t think you’re getting off that easy all the time,” Noah says.
“Oh, I think I’ll get off easy whenever the fuck I want with you four around,” I shoot back playfully, cracking open one eye.
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