Dr. Stud

by Jess Bentley

  “Boning?” Spencer raises an eyebrow.

  “That’s not a yes or no,” Brock reminds him.

  “I’m going to say yes,” Sully begins.

  “Really?” Spencer asks.

  Sully shrugs. “What. I just had to think about it. I thought about it. My answer is yes.”

  “Well, my answer is yes,” Spencer nods.

  “Yes,” Brock and Trey answer together.

  “My answer is also yes. Spencer? Can you prepare the papers?”

  “Well, aren’t you forgetting a step?” comes a voice from behind us. We all twist around to see Bunny, illuminated from behind by the light in the great room. The wind whips her short skirt around her thighs as she grins at us.

  “Don’t you want to sign the papers first?” Spencer suggests.

  “No… I want all of you first,” she announces. “That’s the deal, right? All of you?”

  I swallow hard. “That’s the deal. That’s what we agreed to.”

  She licks her lips, looking at each of us in turn. With the backlighting glare, she looks like a goddess.

  “Explain to me how you want this to work,” she says in a breathy voice.

  “You have to take each of us. All of us, today. One right after another.”

  She narrows her eyes. “All of you? That’s a lot of cock, you know.”

  Sully opens his mouth and she holds up a hand to silence him.

  “I mean, that’s a lot of cock! Let’s do this!”

  She strides to the middle of the patio, holding out a hand for Spencer. He holds her as she climbs the chair up into the middle of the table. With a gleaming smile, she undoes the tie of her dress from her waist, letting the wind catch it and rip it open. Underneath, she’s wearing glittering black bodysuit, some unusual lace with a brilliant floral pattern. Slowly she walks along the table, undulating, mesmerizing my brothers who stare up at her with unabashed awe.

  “Now, who’s first,” she muses, toying with us in that sultry purr. “I’m tempted to go with the youngest first… But then…”

  She pivots on her heel, flexing her pretty little ankle. Spencer takes a breath.

  “You,” she smiles. “I haven’t even had a taste of you, Spencer. Will you go first?”

  Spencer stands, watching her carefully. His hands drift up to unbutton his shirt but he never takes his eyes off her. When he unbuckles his pants, I hear Bunny suck in her breath. His cock bobs and sways in the wind, erect and demanding.

  “Not what I was expecting!” she murmurs. “Spencer! I’m so excited to have that!”

  She holds out a hand again and he helps her down, stroking her arm as she draws close to him. She tips her face up toward him and grasps his cock in her fingers to begin stroking him. His moans fill the air as we all watch, fascinated.

  With another glance toward me to ensure we are all on the same page, Spencer leads her to the armchair. He turns it around so the back faces us.

  “Can you lean just there for me?”

  Bunny raises her eyebrows and slips her dress off her shoulders. She turns around and spreads her ankles, then leans on the back of the chair, displaying that beautiful ass toward us.

  “Like this?”

  We are all nodding. It’s perfect. The firelight dances across that amazing lace piece as Spencer approaches her. With one swift gesture, he unties the sides of the panties and they fall to the patio stone.

  Bunny gasps as her nether regions are exposed to all of us. I can barely breathe, watching this. I see Brock and Trey shift in their seats, nudging their obvious hard-ons out of the way.

  She hears our reactions and sways subtly, probably aware how the firelight glitters off that stripe of glistening juice from her snatch. I can’t take my eyes off it.

  “You’re so wet already,” Spencer mutters, drawing closer.

  “Yeah, talk to me, Spencer. Tell me. I love to hear the words.”

  “We are all going to fuck you, Bunny. I hope you’re ready for us. I hope you can take it.”

  “I’m so wet. I’m so ready!”

  “Are you?” he asks her, before falling to his knees behind her. He opens her ass cheeks with his thumbs and plunges his face forward, moaning as he licks her from clit to asshole. She flexes up on her toes and squeals. Every time he does it, she pushes back a little further, until she’s riding his face, those sweet ass cheeks jiggling up and down.

  “Jesus, Spencer… save some for the rest of us,” Brock mutters.

  But he doesn’t wait; he keeps sucking on her pussy until she starts to tremble, and I realize we are watching her come. Her legs quake as she shudders, groaning into the chair cushion.

  When she is spent, Spencer stands up behind her. He places a hand flat against the small of her back and fists his cock, then aims in at her dark hole, circling the entrance a few times.

  “Ohhhhhhh my God,” she moans.

  With his hand on her back, Spencer shoves just the tip inside of her, then stops. He arches his back and looks up at the stars, pausing. I can see her pussy clenching around his cock head and feel my own cock clenching.

  I catch Trey and Brock and they are both looking at me expectantly, probably trying to get their turns next. I just ignore them. It is lady’s choice after all.

  When he can’t stand it anymore, Spencer begins to slide the rest of his length in her sweet little pussy. Inch by inch, he buries himself in her. She opens her legs wider and claws at the cushion, moaning like an animal.

  “Yes! More! Give it to me!”

  On command, Spencer shoves his dick the rest of the way in. He even stands on his toes for good measure, to make sure he’s gotten every last inch. Then he draws out, slick as a glazed doughnut from the wetness inside her. It makes my mouth water.

  Holding her waist from behind with both hands, he starts pistoning, shoving his big dick all the way in and dragging it all the way back out again. Over and over he goes, until finally he lurches, jamming himself all the way up to the hilt, holding there while his ass cheeks bang together. He falls on top of her, panting, then retracts. I can see his knees are wobbling and his ab muscles spasm as he looks at all of us with a giant grin on his face.

  “Who’s next?”

  “Brock is next,” Bunny says, smiling over her shoulder. She wiggles her ass at me, as it drips Spencer’s cock juice from the core. It’s totally hot, the way her hole has started to gape. I can’t wait to see her after she’s had all five of us.

  Brock stands, grinning like a fool. He steps out of his linen track pants as he walks over to her, his cock in his fist. Before he plants it in her pussy, he slaps it against her asshole.

  “Do you like that? For future reference?” he asks her.

  “Just stick to the basics!” I yell out. “We’re trying to forge an agreement here!”

  Rolling his eyes, he nods his understanding.

  “I’ve never done it,” she shrugs. “For future reference. I hear it’s amazing.”

  “Oh, you’re gonna love it,” he groans, fitting his dick into her. She’s already slippery, but still so tight, I can tell.

  “Yeah, squeeze those pussy lips for me, Bunny,” he moans as he pumps her.

  “She could do that?” Trey asks incredulously, of no one in particular.

  Brock goes to town, banging against her ass while he’s fucking her pussy, and I know he’s thinking about it. It’s not my thing, but for a second I’m jealous because I know he’s going to be ass-fucking her as soon as possible.

  After he comes, Trey is already out of his seat. They high-five like idiots before Trey takes position behind her. He flickers his fingers across her clit, making her arch her back.

  “You feel okay, baby? Are you good?”

  “I’ve been waiting for this, Trey,” she moans, pushing against his fingers. “Fuck me while you work my clit, baby.”

  He reaches around to the front of her and pins her clit between two fingers while he enters her from behind. His hips work with the rolling m
otion, jamming against her G spot while he squeezes her clit over and over again. She begins to shudder and moan and comes almost immediately, squirting come out around Trey’s cock as he fucks her. He keeps going, harder and harder, slapping against her ass until he unloads all his junk into her, right through that pretty pussy.

  “Jesus, oh my God!” he pants, spent. “Oh my God! That was amazing!”

  Sully stands huge behind her, squinting at her.

  “You sure you’re okay?”

  She pushes her hair back from her sweaty forehead and twists around to look at him, her eyes growing wide when she sees his cock again.

  “I can’t wait,” she growls. “Put that big bear cock inside me!”

  “Fuck, yeah,” Sully barks. He takes one step and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her off her feet. With her ass in the air, he spreads her thighs all the way, aiming his huge dick at that tiny hole. It looks like it won’t fit, it’s so purple and veiny, but then it does. Just a little bit at a time, it does.

  “Uhhhnnnnnnhhhhhh!” she calls out.

  He holds both of her legs apart with his hands, and starts fucking her like a goddamn gladiator. It doesn’t even look real, what he’s doing to her. It barely seems possible that this small, petite woman is taking that ridiculous donkey dong.

  But she is, and she’s loving it.

  He leaves her shuddering and sweaty, practically spent. But after a few deep breaths, she’s looking right at me.

  “Your turn, Royce, baby. Don’t let me down.”

  Her hole is dark purple, winking at me. I feel like I could see into her, since Sully stretched her out a little bit. But then, she flexes something inside her, puckering it like a kiss. She’s back to completely tight, totally ready for me.

  “Holy shit,” Brock gasps. “Did you see that? Trey? Did you see that?”

  “I fucking saw it,” Trey whispers. “Now shut the fuck up.”

  I saw it too. I saw the way she went from loose to tight all over again. Now that pink pussy is begging for me. It’s all slick, streaked with white come, probably battered and sore.

  Ripe, like a peach.

  And she is tight all over again. So smooth, so warm. I rub my thumb over that puckered anus, just to feel the fringe of the ridges against my thumb. She pushes back against me. I know she would let me. I know now that she really is giving herself to us. And I know she’s more than enough woman to take us all.

  Any remaining doubt I had dissolves away as she sheathes my cock with her hot pussy. I could feel the ridges inside of her grasping at me, pulling me in further. It takes my breath away and I hate to leave her, but when I plunge back inside it is such a relief. I want her all around me, I want to suck all the juices out of her. My dick sloshes around with my brothers’ combined come, making a dirty mess of her pretty thighs, but I can’t stop. I just fuck this pretty hole, this beautiful woman, burying my hard cock inside her until she sucks the spunk right out of me with her pussy lips. She sucks me dry. I come again and again, blinded by fireworks, spasming until I shoot every last ounce into her.

  Panting and sweaty, I fall on top of her, kissing the back of her neck, inhaling her scent and I hear it: a deep, throaty chuckle. A satisfied, body-deep pleasure.

  “Okay, Bunny, you got it,” I moan helplessly against her. “The job, our cocks, everything we have. Name it. You could have all of it.”

  Chapter 13

  Bunny

  Sophia looks adorable in her little blue dress as I walk down the street, pushing her in her stroller. Everybody stops and smiles at her, waving and cooing. Babies bring out the best in people, I think. She makes people drop their serious attitudes and stop attempting to be so stern. She brings out a smile in everybody, and a little bit of silliness too. Nobody is afraid to make silly faces to a baby.

  The shops here are adorable, swanky like the Magnificent Mile but still old-timey too. It’s like they are quaint on purpose, rather than by just outlasting progress.

  Sophia loves being in her stroller. It’s got all the bells and whistles, including this complicated toy contraption that hangs over her and jiggles as I push it. It’s got way more things than she is even interested in, but it sure looks impressive to everyone else.

  As a matter of fact, she has the best of everything, in multiples. This is the stroller she has in Chicago, too. Magda told me there’s a room full of strollers, cribs, and toys in every Worth Hotel all over the world. It makes it easy to travel light with her.

  I collect a few things in the general store, including some handmade lotions in tiny Mason jars. I guess people around here like to make things by hand for some reason. At twenty-four dollars for two ounces, I can see they still have pretty highfalutin ideas about what things should cost. But it is Nantucket, after all.

  I take the jars up to the old-fashioned cash register and slide them along the counter. The old lady steps up on her toes and leans over the counter to grin at Sophia, who kicks her legs and gurgles happily.

  The register area is kind of small, and I seem to be taking up most of it. I scoot out of the way so the other patrons can browse behind me.

  “That will be $63.41,” the lady tells me sweetly, and I try to conceal my shock. I take the Black Card from my bag and slide it along the counter, half concealing it with my palm. Not sure why I’m embarrassed, but I am.

  The woman frowns apologetically. “I’m afraid we are not set up for American Express, dear,” she informs me. "Do you have another method of payment?”

  My cheeks burn with embarrassment. This hasn’t happened to me in years, and I can’t believe it just happened when I am making a six-figure salary!

  “You know what, Margaret, let me take care of that,” comes a voice behind me.

  “Oh, you don’t have to that,” I babble nervously. “I can probably just go get cash.”

  I turn around to see a tall, doe-eyed redhead with a sad smile and the smoothest, most velvety skin I’ve ever seen.

  “Just add it to mine, Margaret, if that’s all right?”

  “Sure thing, Nina,” the old woman answers.

  My mouth gapes. Instantly I know it’s her. She’s trying not to stare at Sophia, but I know it’s her for certain.

  It’s Nina.

  It’s Sophia’s mother.

  She smiles wanly and takes the bag. “Well, I can tell you’re a perceptive one,” she sighs. “Do you think we could get a coffee or something?”

  My mouth is suddenly dry and I swallow hard.

  “You’ll probably have to buy me that too,” I say stupidly.

  She presses her lips together, smiling but not smiling at the same time. She looks like someone with a lot on her mind, maybe someone who could use a hug.

  “Yes, let’s do that.”

  Sophia continues to gurgle and chatter random syllables to herself, banging at the hanging toys as I roll her out of the shop toward small café. Nina leads the way, and I watch her walk. Her body is taut and muscular, much taller than me with that beautiful red hair. It’s too bad Sophia didn’t get that hair, because it really is spectacular.

  The thought occurs to me that the brothers probably picked her for that hair. They probably selected her specifically, hoping that Sophia would get red hair. They probably spent a lot of time thinking about…

  Okay, I have to stop that, I caution myself. Jealousy will eat you up. Don’t give in.

  Nina guides us to a table in the corner, away from the women with babies, the rich kids in their designer sneakers, and the older couples enjoying a shared scone. She sits in the chair and blinks at me, her expression pleasant and unguarded. Still, I can’t imagine what she must be thinking.

  “I don’t think Royce would approve of our conversation. I should probably say that right up front,” she shrugs. “If you’re not comfortable with that, I would totally understand if you want to leave.”

  “No, I think we’re all right,” I answer, watching the way her eyes change when she finally looks at Sophia. S
he looks pained, hesitant. Like she knows she’s not supposed to be doing what she’s doing.

  “You can hold her?... if you want?” I tell her timidly, realizing just how ridiculous that is. I’m telling Sophia’s own mother that she has permission to hold her?

  “I’m really not supposed to,” she whispers hoarsely.

  “You’re what? Fuck that noise. Here…”

  I reach into the stroller, taking Sophia in my arms. She’s popping her lips, so she’ll probably be hungry soon, but we have at least five minutes until she goes ballistic.

  Watching the emotions that dash across Nina’s beautiful, movie-star features as she holds her child shatters my heart, over and over again in quick succession. She has obviously not been able to have this connection for quite a while.

  It’s a goddamn travesty, is what it is. I find myself completely enraged. Any shred of jealousy I felt has been pulverized to dust and replaced with absolute outrage.

  “Okay… I didn’t bring a bottle, so we don’t have a lot of time. I guess we’re going to have to keep it short,” I explain. “But something is really fucked up here, pardon my language. Can you tell me what happened?”

  Nina is transfixed, awestruck. She gazes into Sophia’s face, balancing her on her legs. She keeps opening her mouth in an exaggerated expression saying Ah! Clapping Sophia’s chubby little hands together, she keeps making the baby giggle.

  “This isn’t the guys’ fault,” she finally mutters, guilt in every syllable. “You can’t blame them. It just didn’t work out. It just wasn’t for me. I thought it was, but…”

  “So you weren’t run out of town? Forced to join witness protection? Threatened with incriminating photographs or something?”

  Nina glances up at me with one eyebrow quirked. A perfect, auburn eyebrow, I should add.

  “You have been watching way too many spy movies.”

  Or my best friend could be Jack Reacher’s wife, I remind myself.

  She resumes playing with Sophia as the waitress brings us a couple of espressos in tiny cups.

  “No, this was all me,” she says heavily. “As much as I adore her, I couldn’t promise everything to them, you know what I mean? I couldn’t be mother and wife… and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife. There wasn’t anything left of Nina.”