Flames of Desire (Romance on the Go)
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Ginelle gasped. What was it with these men? They were all so well-muscled, toned, and big.
Dominic opened his eyes but didn't stop. He smiled at her. "Like what you see, Kitty Cat?"
She licked her lips. "Oh, yes."
"Then come here, Kitten."
Her body vibrated with need as she came toward him.
Dominic fished out a condom from his pocket and ripped the package open. He slipped the rubber on his cock and tapped his knee.
She straddled him and impaled herself on his shaft. He was big, stretching her walls as she descended onto him. A moan escaped her lips.
He touched her thighs, her hips, her ass before he pulled the t-shirt up over her head and tossed it on the floor.
Ginelle rode him slow at first, harder and faster as fulfillment neared. Her hips swayed with every move, and he lifted his to match her thrust for thrust.
His hands roamed her body as though he had never touched another. They moved along her back, over her breasts, and down to her ass. He sucked one nipple into his mouth. He tasted it, teased, suckled, and bit it playfully.
She cried, moaned, and gasped as sensations swirled through her. And suddenly, they weren't alone. Another set of hands touched her back. A pair of lips kissed the nape of her neck. A finger pressed into her anus. Not Dominic's finger. Someone else's.
She tried to turn her head to see, but couldn't. He was hidden behind her, as though he didn't want to be seen or heard, just felt. The finger in her ass became two. Pleasure built. Need exploded. And she gasped as stars started to dance overhead. The fingers left. The sound of a condom wrapper rang in her ears, and thickness invaded her anus.
Both men grunted. She moaned. Four hands touched her, multiple lips kissed.
Her orgasm hit without warning. It exploded around them. Her walls clenched and released about Dominic's cock.
He still pumped into her, no stopping, no slowness.
A second wave of release cascaded over her. Fresh spasms started. Her breathing grew heavy and her body became limp. Someone held her up. She didn't care who.
Dominic's thrusts became harder, his grunts louder, and he shot his seed into the condom. Her body was pushed to a third orgasm and her vision dimmed. Her body pulsed around him.
The man in her ass came, too. He held her tight against him as he came to rest still inside her.
"Oh wow." He moaned against her shoulder as he kissed it. His voice sounded like Jett's.
They rocked back and forth together, riding the waves of aftermath in each other's clutches. It was as though they were all made for one another.
Footsteps resonated through the room, and she barely contained the energy to glance over. Seth walked toward them.
"I think the food's ready!" A shout came from the kitchen.
"Then pull it out of the oven!" Seth replied. He touched her face, her neck, and leaning over, he rained kisses on her. "Enjoying yourself?"
She nodded.
He pulled her away from Dominic and Jett and held her in his arms. She felt at home in his clutches. It was as though the last ten years had never happened, as though he never left for collage, and they never drifted apart.
The touch of his hands, the kisses, the sex. It was all the same. He was the same. Realization hit her so hard tears almost sprung to her eyes, and she buried her face in his chest. She loved him! After all these years, she still loved him, and she was pretty certain he felt the same.
"Are you okay, baby?" His touch was caring and tender.
Ginelle nodded, afraid her voice would squeak with emotion. She didn't want to give him the wrong message by letting the tears out. Men didn't understand the concept of happy tears. But these tears would be happy. They were tears of fulfillment and reunion and love, tenderness, and passion. And so much more.
Forcing herself to composure, she lifted her head once certain that the emotions were buried deep within her. She kissed his lips and tasted the same desire she felt within herself. Looking into his eyes, she saw the love reflecting back.
Seth picked her up into his arms and carried her upstairs into his bedroom. Once he placed her on the bed, Ginelle realized they weren't going to be alone.
Marco came forward. He climbed on the bed and kissed her knee, and then her other knee. His lips traveled over her inner thighs.
She gasped and screamed as he kissed and licked her folds. His beard rubbed against her sensitive skin. Every coarse hair on his face seemed to have a mind of its own. They touched and pinched and kissed her pussy and her clit. She responded with liquid heat and need.
Seth lay beside her. His fingers touched her skin, his lips tasted, nibbled, and pleased.
She came into Marco's mouth.
Now all the men were on the bed. All of their hands touched, teased.
She gripped Jett's cock and Ian's as they both sucked her nipples.
Seth kissed her lips, stroked her hair, and she whispered into his mouth, "I want to taste you again."
He positioned himself by her face, and her tongue sought his stiff cock. She licked and suckled, loving the way he responded with his grunts.
Condom wrappers ripped in the background, and she watched with eyes wide open as Marco entered her cunt. He made love to her, soft and slow, and tender, as Dominic entered her ass.
All the men moved against her, inside her, in the same slow rhythm. They all touched her, fanning her flames of desire. Satisfaction rocked back and forth within her. Their grunts matched her moans.
When the tingling started, it came from all over. Her fingertips and toes seemed to have orgasms, too. They traveled through her arms and legs, her neck and belly. Her core exploded, and it was as though even her anus was clenching around Dominic's cock the same as her pussy around Marco's.
Jett came in her hand, his seed spilling over her left wrist and fingers and knuckles.
Ian groaned as his own release hit her hip.
Her right hand was now just sticky with the sweet man essence.
Seth held back. She could feel his release building, approaching, but it was as though he fought it from erupting. She sucked him harder, faster.
His fingers tangled in her hair. "I'll come in your mouth if you don't stop, baby."
Ginelle didn't stop. She gave him a silent plea to keep going, to unload and let her taste what she hadn't tasted in ten years.
When his release came, the sweet, tangy cream slid down her throat and she moaned. She milked him dry with her lips and her tongue until every bit of come was in her mouth. She missed this, missed him.
Seth pulled away when she finally let him and his eyes twinkled with satisfaction and adoration.
She surveyed her surroundings. Both hands were sticky and two condoms full of pale syrup lay at the foot of the bed. Sitting up, her head swam. She was so spent that Seth rushed to hold her up.
"She needs to eat something," Ian stated.
"We all need to eat after this," Jett commented.
"Why don't you all go into the kitchen while I clean her up?" Seth suggested and the four other men piled out. Seth left too, but she heard water running and once he returned, he held a wet towel in his hands.
He ran the towel over her breasts, her arms, hands, and stomach. He cleaned her core and her ass before climbing on top of the bed beside her.
Kisses trailed her face, neck, and collarbone and then he sat before her. The look in his eyes was deep and meaningful, and her heart stilled for a moment. "I thought about you," he finally said after a pause of stillness. "I never forgot about you."
"I never forgot about you either." She sat up, desperate for another touch, another kiss, but too afraid to suddenly ask. Not wanting to ruin the moment or interrupt his train of thoughts, she stayed still.
"I never stopped loving you."
Her heart sang. Bells rang in the distance and invisible angels probably danced around them. A lump formed in her throat and she couldn't say the words that begged to be told. Tears spilled throug
h her eyes, despite the effort she used to keep them at bay.
He touched her face. Concern crossed his eyes. "You don't feel the same." Heartbreak dripped through his voice. Seth stood.
She grabbed his wrist, held him by her. Forcing the lump of emotion away she looked into his face. "I still love you."
She pulled him to her as her back settled into the mattress and her head rested on the pillow. They kissed and touched each other, holding each other as though their lives depended on it.
When he entered her, he wasn't covered in the thin protective material. She didn't care. It didn't matter. All that mattered what that she found the man she had lost. And life was good. Very, very good.
* * *
The doorbell echoed through the house and excitement raced through her. Ginelle glanced at the clock above the kitchen sink. The boys were probably here a little early. She didn't mind though. With one last look around her newly remodeled kitchen, she left and headed to the front door.
Her excitement was short lived when she noticed who stood on the other side of the door. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Her cheating, scumbag ex gave her a cheesy smile. "I needed to see you."
She tried to shut the door, but he forced it open and stepped into her house, completely uninvited.
Ginelle didn't feel any pain or longing for him. The heartbreak of being cheated on had long vacated her, replaced by her desire for Seth, Jett, Dominic, Marco, and Ian.
A whole week had passed since the night of the fire. She had opened a homeowner's claim and had her kitchen redone. Her five heroes proved to be more than just a one night deal, although Seth was the only one of them she actually went on dates with.
Her life was better now and she didn't need the cheating jerk who stood before her. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an annoyed look. "What do you want?"
"To talk."
"So talk. And leave."
He took a step toward her. She took one back.
"I still love you, Ginelle. I can leave my wife for you."
She rolled her eyes and put her hands on his chest, pushing him toward the door and hopefully out of her life, forever. "I don't want you to leave your wife. I want you to leave."
He didn't budge. Instead, the cheating bastard dropped his pants. "I can't get hard for anyone but you."
She glanced down and laughed. It hung there, flaccid, and as small as a baby carrot. "You expect me to be turned on by that? Seriously?"
A crimson flush worked over his face and he glanced down. "Damn it!"
"What? Can't get hard anymore?" Did the impotency spell really work?
"I can fix this," he whined.
She rolled her eyes and opened the door. "I really have no desire to be with a small pricked, impotent, cheating bastard. I have five strong, big, hard men coming to fuck my brains out any moment. It's best you leave before they get here. Save yourself the embarrassment."
When he put his pants back on and left, she could almost image him walking with his tail tucked between his legs. A very short tail at that. Good riddance! She slammed the door and returned to the kitchen where she stirred opened her brand new over and checked on the chicken that baked inside.
Her five lovers will be hungry after a long day at work, and she planned to feed them. Not just with food either, but with whatever pleasures they wanted to feast on from her body. She was already wet just thinking about having those five hard cocks inside her.
The End
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