by Daisy Jane
Bastian tells me how good it feels. Bodhi groans that the piercing teasing is heaven. Eli remains silent but his Adam’s apple bobs angrily, his eyes idling on me the entire time. Even with two dicks around me, when Eli is in my mouth and his eyes are mine, it feels like just us.
My arousal continues to slip down my thighs and I know I can’t deprive myself any longer or I might orgasm on my own, which would be a fucking shame with three perfect cocks around me.
“Condoms,” I say, rising off my knees to my feet, with Eli’s hand of course. Brawny backs facing me, all somewhat facing away from another, it’s a delicious sight. The packages rip open, metallic foil squares swim through the air to the hardwood, then I see six elbows, working. My pussy clenches just knowing what they’re doing. Touching their cocks, which are hard because of me, getting ready to put them in or on me, getting ready to come for me, with me, because of me. It’s insanely empowering.
I need to feel that piercing inside of me right fucking now.
Grabbing Bodhi by the shoulders I push him down onto the mattress, throw my legs around him, my knees pinning his hips. He fists the base of his cock and I start to lower, feeling his stout cockhead and metal jewelry pushing inside, all the way.
“Oh my god, Bodhi,” I exhale, a feeling of warm sand filling the base of my skull. I swallow down the panic rising through the pot and the ecstasy, the panic that recognizes that feeling as growing pain. Not now. Not now.
His massive hands go to my hips where he lifts me off him, then lowers me back onto him, over and over. His arms are swollen from the constant work but his cock flexes and throbs inside me, telling me that the work is worth it. The bed shifts and Bastian comes up behind me, cupping my breasts in his palms, his cock against my back.
“Oh fuck, oh my god, oh my god,” I whimper, not because I’m going to come but because a cock inside of me, stretching and pleasing my lonely pussy? Fucking heaven. Then Clark Kent himself has his cock pressed against me and is caressing and kneading my tits? It’s a lot of pleasure happening at once. It’s so good.
“You’re so fucking wet, Sloanie,” Bodhi grunts, still working me on his cock. Reaching behind me, I feel Bastian’s rubber-covered erection and guide it to the tightest place.
“Are you sure?” he whispers against my ear, sending gooseflesh down my neck and arms.
I nod, because the more the reality of the situation settles in on my tired and confused brain, the harder it is to speak. I’m breathless, being touched and fucked by these beautiful men. My pussy squelches as Bodhi lifts me up and off. Bastian pushes his cock into the temporarily free opening, taking my wetness with him before pressing the peak of himself to my rear. Bodhi fills me again but this time it’s by raising his hips and impaling me with his cock, keeping us both lifted enough for Bastian to fill me.
“Slow or all at once?” he asks, and protectively, Eli answers from the side of the bed, still holding his sheathed dick in his hand. The words tattooed on his chest are somehow completely legible now.
One day you may.
“Slow,” he growls to Bastian in response, his eyes only on me.
Bastian’s cock spreads my ass and it burns like hell going in but after Bodhi lowers his hips to the bed and brings me with him, the angle at which Bastian is inside of me shifts, making it easier.
“Don’t force it out, wait a minute and it will feel better,” Bodhi advises, and the fact that he’s talking about Bastian’s cock in my ass and not his dick inside me drives me fucking wild. It’s so dirty, it feels so taboo. It feels like someone else’s life but it’s mine. The orgasm inside me tightens down further, like a spring, moments from uncoiling.
I want to come.
I need to come.
Bodhi bounces me on his length, Bastian grips my shoulders and drives his hips up to my ass, impaling my tightest hole over and over again. I feel so full, everything down there burns and throbs, sizzles with excitement.
Eli comes to the side of the bed and wraps his fingers around my throat, his pointer finger riding the side of my jaw. Turning my head to face him, he slides his cock into my mouth and I notice he’s taken the condom off, as if he thinks he won’t get to be inside my pussy. He will have his turn but right now, getting fucked in the mouth while heaven and hell swallow my lower half is perfect.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” his voice is husky and carnal, his eyes are dark and move around my areolas then my neck where his hand are, only to find and rest on my mouth. He watches his veiny monster dip past my lips, over and over, and I love how it feels to be so full.
“Mmmm, mmm,” I moan onto Eli’s dick and he pulls out, still gripping my face.
“Speak,” he says, a somewhat menacing tone that does nothing for my resolve to not explode.
“I’m going to come, I’m, I’m…” my eyes roll into the back of my head. The room is a candy bowl of noises; reactive grunts, skin slapping sweaty skin, heated breaths and testosterone driven moans.
“Let go, Sloane,” Bodhi coaxes.
Bastian’s thumbs push into my shoulders as his pumping slows and my ass feels like it’s never been fuller.
Bodhi’s grip on my hips weakens as he begins driving his hips up, thrusting his cock into me, hitting me in some strange place that I didn’t know I had. Or is it just the piercing?
Not even my “back massager” knew I had this place.
“I’m, I’m…” my words fade as my orgasm crashes down on me, around me, through me, taking every single bit of strength from my body. My pussy clamps down on Bodhi and my hips begin trembling. “Oh my god, oh my god,” and just when the explosions fire off inside my belly, my toes curl against my feet—I feel the heat inside of me.
“Oh, oh,” Bastian stops, his fingers release their grip and his palms flatten against my shoulder blades. Bodhi stills and I can feel both of them pulsing and releasing, filling their condoms inside of me as I come hard. Gasping, needing air but knowing how to get it, Eli’s cock unexpectedly fills my mouth and then the last of my hunger is sated when he floods my throat with thick, hot come. Swallowing after each release, I open my eyes to find his eyes open, too. He pulses, shot after shot going right down my throat, and his eyes narrow on me as he watches me swallow every drop of him.
When my pussy finally stops spasming and my legs stop trembling, Bodhi lifts me off, Bastian already pulled out and gone to his bathroom to clean up. Lying me down on my bed, Bodhi kisses my forehead and holds up a finger in front of my quickly closing eyes.
“I’ll be back,” he says, leaving just Eli and I in the room.
My ass burns, my pussy throbs and my throat is sore.
I’ve never been happier. I’ve never felt so sated and cared for.
Eli stands there, his cock still out and seemingly not softening yet at all. With just one eye open, I pat the bed next to me. He’s hesitant and his hesitation does a weird thing to my belly, turning my satisfaction to nerves. My head comes alive, as if it knows I’ve had my fun, and throbs through my temples to the back of my brain. I drape the back of my hand over my eyes and feel my core begin to shake, my shoulders and legs, too.
Eli slides into bed next to me, reaching down and pulling the sheet over our naked bodies. “What’s happening right now? Is it what we just did or is it the headache?”
I point, “that, the headache.”
“Is it the medicine making you shake?”
“It’s, it’s, it’s the an-anxiety,” I spit out, my jaw chattering insanely as if I’m atop Everest in a tank top. “When they’re b-b-bad I get anxious that it will last a long time or n-n-never go a-away.” I say, feeling the embarrassment of the admission in my cheeks. I know it will go away. And I know it can last a long time. But I can’t tell my anxiety that really, getting anxious doesn’t help. That’s not really how anxiety works.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” his voice is pure concern.
“Weight,” I stutter, “I need weight.” I have a weighted blanket but I remember it
’s folded and still in the bottom on my closet. After all, it’s not winter and I hadn’t been anxious since moving in here.
Eli throws a heavy leg over me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me back into his chest. I can feel his bare cock against my ass and even though I’d just come and had them all, it feels good. And he’s still hard.
In his grasp, the shaking subsides almost instantly.
“You’re right, that worked,” he whispered against the back of my ear.
It could’ve been his body weight. But I think it was him.
Chapter 18
“Does your mom get migraines?” I ask, thinking how the pot has actually really helped my head. Despite the fact that the pain was still there, managing it was much easier. I even got to enjoy myself and that’s never happened.
“I will tell you every detail of my mother’s life at any time you’d like, baby,” Eli says, moving his face closer to the back of my ear, his chin on my shoulder. We’re so comfortable spooning this way. “But not while we’re naked, okay? Not right now.”
Smiling I nod. “Makes sense.”
Just then, Bastian and Bodhi are in the doorway.
“You freaky gang-banging stoners hungry?” Bastian asks playfully, as if he wasn’t fucking my ass like a wild animal not less than ten minutes ago.
Bodhi has basketball shorts on and as he crawls over Eli and myself, I notice his braids are frayed and messy.
“If you were wondering how it won’t be weird after that,” Bodhi points over to me where Bastian stands on the other side of the room. “That’s how.”
My lips turn down and I shake my head. “I really wasn’t worried about it.” And honestly, I hadn’t even thought about the after. Some part of me just knew it would be okay.
“I could eat,” Eli says over his shoulder but his grip on me tightens and he pulls me into him further.
“Same,” Bodhi called, his eyes looking red and tired. “We cuddling?”
He scoots closer and without warning, leans in and kisses me on the lips. Eli tenses behind me. But we’d all just had sex. The kiss made him tense? My head whirred with confusion and… pain. Rubbing my temples with one hand, Eli grabbed my other free arm and pinned it to my belly with his, weaving our fingers together.
Holding my hand. Holding me while holding my hand.
Fog crawled around my brain and my chest jolted… excitedly.
“How was it?” Bodhi asks, cutting through the crush rush happening in my body. Because it’s just this weird crush, right? How can you swallow a guy’s come and still not know if you like each other? I guess gang bangs and sexy roommates can be kind of confusing.
Gnawing my bottom lip, I move my thumb over Eli’s hand, slowly. His cock flexes against my ass, putting warmth between my legs. Again. Already.
“So good,” I admit, “I really enjoyed it.”
“Good,” Bodhi says, smiling so sweetly that it makes me grin. “Can I ask you something?”
“Oh no, did I do something weird or wrong?” I ask, shrinking back into Eli’s tightening embrace. I don’t think I’ve been embraced until now. Hugged? Yes. Spooned? Sure. Dry humped while I tried to sleep? Of course. But embraced with mind and body? Never.
That’s what this felt like. I distract myself from the realness of that thought by answering Bodhi’s first question. “Okay, ask, whatever it is, I’m ready.”
He flips to his face and raises his arms in the air, stretching out before letting them rest on his chest, fingers linked. “Was that your first orgasm?”
Laughing, I stretch a foot out towards his leg and nudge him. “I’ve had orgasms, Bod, you should know,” I say, feeling a bit uncomfortable mentioning the time Bodhi ate me a mind-blowing orgasm just a while ago. Eli already knew but still, he tenses.
“No,” he rakes a big hand down his face and neck. “From sex, I mean.”
“Oh,” I say, wondering why I didn’t know that’s what he meant. Of course, that’s what he meant. But the brain fog is real.
“Yes,” I say sheepishly, embarrassed that I hadn’t worked for it harder in the past. It’s a weird thing, you don’t know how it changes you so you don’t fight for it, but you can’t fight for something you’ve never felt. Chicken and egg. Orgasm and demands.
“Brett was a fucking douche, we’ve established this,” Eli says against my ear, and the way his baritone rumbles through me makes me tilt my head back, wanting the friction of his lips on my skin. He knows, and pushes his mouth into my shoulder, kissing before sucking the sweaty skin for a moment. My sore lower half yearned for more, despite its stretch and fatigue.
“I feel bad for the guy, in a way, sorry Sloanie,” Bodhi says, folding and tucking his hands up his head. The same position he was in when I sucked him off. The yearning increased when I felt Eli adjust his hardening length, his hand at my ass making me weak.
“Dude, twenty-six though? Come on. If you want to come, you need to be able to make women come. That’s the deal.” Eli states, and hearing him talk about making someone come made me excited and jealous, too. I didn’t want him to press his erection against another woman’s bare ass, I didn’t want him to come down someone else’s throat, I didn’t want to—stop Sloane, you have no claim to Eli. My crush is… silly and made more intense by this encounter and my head and… my loneliness lately.
That’s all it is.
Bastian shouts from the bottom of the stairs. “Bod, I made vegan mac and cheese and I put those nasty little fake hotdogs in it for you, get down here and eat before the cheese gets all hard on top.”
Bodhi, who’s highness somehow exceeded ours despite the fact he was a massive slab of man, pushes off the bed in a split second. “Food,” he grunts, completely disappearing, leaving just Eli and I in my bed. I try to slow my rapidly beating heart. This is no big deal. Just cuddling casually.
“Sloane,” Eli says, his voice a husky whisper.
“Eli.” I swallow hard. It’s casual. We’re friends.
“Do you, uh,” he stops and clears his throat, adjusting his body behind me in an effort to buy time. “Have you ever thought about environmental factors as the root to your migraines?”
See, it’s casual. We’re friends.
I swallow and this time it’s harder because there’s a knot of foolish disappointment in my throat. “Yeah, I mean, I have seasonal allergies. You know, almond blossoms and the oak trees,” I say, naming some of the staples that line our city-owned streets.
“I realize you’ve probably researched the shit out of migraines so I don’t want to irritate you but I was reading about migraines the other night and—”
“Is your mom doing okay?” I ask, all the nerves inside of me standing up. Emotionally, my hands and clasped and pressed to my mouth, awaiting anxiously.
“Yeah.”
“You were reading about migraines…” I trail off in a confused statement.
“For you.”
Fuck. I know it’s casual. I know we’re friends. But damn it, he’s too fucking sexy to be such a good friend. My vagina can’t handle it. She’s hugely confused because his admission makes her moist.
“Oh.”
His leg comes off me and his arm rolls me in a swift motion, leaving me on my side, facing him. The sheet has been tugged with Bodhi’s quick departure and my breasts are exposed. Real and full, at this angle on my side they seem to just drop off. It’s not a sexy look. I have the strongest urge to pull up the sheet.
Then I see Eli’s eyes, pinned to mine, wide, moving.
He’s not even looking at them because he’s focused on our talk. My vagina is very confused at the moment.
“I guess I know of some triggers in the environment. Really bright sunlight, bad fluorescent lights, and some really strong scents like disinfectant and bad perfume.”
Eli smiles. “I’m glad to know I’m not an offender on your trigger list.”
I smile coyly. I may not have him but I have him right now and I won’t waste that.
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“You’re new to my environment recently. Let’s give it time,” I say with a smile that matches his and he leans forward and kisses me. The way Bodhi stole his kiss, Eli takes one for himself, too. But it isn’t quick.
He slants his mouth over mine, tenderly opening and closing while his fingertips move on my head, in my hair. Sweeping his tongue through my mouth he tastes sweet and warm and my toes curl. It is luxurious and enticing and leaves me wanting so much more when he pulls away.
I want to ask what that was for or about but he progresses the conversation. “What kind of chemicals are in the coloring systems you use at work?”
I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not sure.”
“Well,” Eli sighs, sweeping a hair from my face before leaving his hand on my ass, wrist on my hip. It was hard to stay focused while being so comfortable and… horny. “I saved some things I read but basically, there’s a lot of research to support the belief that those chemicals can trigger massive aural and optical migraines.”
I swallow hard. If it were the chemicals, I wouldn’t be able to do the one and only job I’d ever know, the job that paid my bills and partially made me who I am. But if it were the chemicals, I’d know exactly how to stop the migraines. Imagining a life with no migraines made me giddy, nearly. But what would I do for work? I skipped a traditional four-year college for this and now, without it, I’d have no way to support myself.
“Wow,” I say, not knowing if I should share the wagered war in my mind.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Eli says, eyes flitting between mine. “I can see your mind working.”
That gives me goosebumps.
“I mean, if that were the case, why did they just start this year? Why didn’t I get them when I first started in this line of work, back in high school?”
He moves his palm up and down my hip, and everything south of my belly button pulls tight.
He makes a noise of acknowledgement. “I thought that, too. Then I found this—”
“You thought that too?” I can’t hide the surprise in my voice. What a good friend.