by K Webster
Fucking my sexy roommate.
Also mine.
Brayden drives into me hard, drawing my gaze back to him. Burning brown eyes. Knowing smirk. Sharp jawline. Hot-ass hockey boy who drives me fucking wild.
“Mine,” I murmur to him, kissing him hard.
Mia cries out, signaling her orgasm. Drew makes a grunt as he follows her. I’m overwhelmed by the sensations of the three people in this bed with me.
Brayden’s dick—fucking huge, stretching me as his mouth devours mine.
Mia’s hand curling around mine and squeezing.
Drew’s fingers toying with my hair.
I just came, but my dick is weeping to come again. As though he understands, Brayden grips my cock, driving into me in tandem with the way he fists my cock. It’s ragged and savage. I fucking love it. Brayden has fucking stamina because he brings me to orgasm before he reaches his peak. When he finally does, his cock swelling in size, he collapses on my sweaty, messy chest. His lips find my neck for a kiss and then he chuckles.
No one says anything for a long time. Even after Brayden climbs off me to fetch something to clean us up with. Even when Mia slips to the bathroom for a moment. Even when Drew disappears to turn off lights in the cabin.
They all return to me, and I feel fucking overjoyed that they do.
As soon as the bedroom goes completely dark, I pull Mia to my chest, hugging her tight. I need to know she’s still with me. She cuddles her sweet, sexy body against mine, kissing my lips.
“Good night, Bray,” Mia says, amusement in her voice.
“Night, Mia.”
“Good night, Drew,” she sings.
“Night, beautiful.”
“Good night, Ashy C.”
“Night, MiMi.”
I drift off with Brayden wrapped around me like a goddamn koala bear, Mia nuzzled against my neck, and Drew’s hand in mine.
If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
“Let me in, MiMi,” Ashton begs lazily. We’re lying in his bed, and I need to get up for school, but being wrapped in his warm arms is keeping me in bed. He was supposed to get up early for swim practice, but he skipped it this morning.
“No way.” I shake my head. “These gates are locked for the next four days.” When I woke up yesterday morning, tangled up with my three favorite men, I realized I started my period—which is both a good and a bad thing. Good because Ashton and I have been careless, so at least I know I’m not pregnant. Bad because my boyfriend is insatiable and apparently a little blood doesn’t scare him away. It’s probably because he’s never seen a woman during her time of the month. I should give in, just so he won’t keep bugging me, but it might scar him for life.
“What about through the back?” he asks, gliding his hand up my thigh and cupping my ass. “Will you let me in the back door, MiMi?” he taunts, his warm breath hitting my ear and sending chills up my spine. My body buzzes at the thought of Ashton fucking me the way Brayden fucked him. The way Ashton has fucked everyone, besides me, all his life.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “The back door is open.”
Ashton stills at my words, as if he wasn’t expecting me to agree, so I rub my ass against the bulge in his boxers, emphasizing my answer. I saw the way he walked Brayden through being with Drew, making sure he was gentle and didn’t hurt him, and I have no doubt Ashton will do the same for me.
“You sure?”
I turn my head and pull him down to me for a kiss. “More than sure.”
He pulls my panties down my legs and then reaches into the drawer for his bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers. He’s fingered me in my ass several times now, so when his finger glides right in, it feels good.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” Ashton says, sounding very un-Ashton-like. He’s confident and sure of himself in everything he does… except when it comes to me.
“You could never hurt me,” I assure him, reaching back and connecting our mouths. He adds another finger and then another and soon I’m grinding against his hand, fucking his fingers. I feel full in such a different way.
“Put your dick in me,” I beg, wanting to feel connected to Ashton in this way.
He tears open a condom, but I pull it from his mouth and drop it. “We don’t need that,” I murmur. “I want to feel you… all of you.” We haven’t used a condom several times now. There’s no reason to use one now. I make a mental note to go by the doctor and get on birth control.
He spreads my cheeks apart and I feel the tip poking at my ass. “Tell me if it hurts,” he warns as he pushes himself slowly into me from behind. Even with all the times he’s fingered me, it still burns, but I don’t complain, not wanting him to stop.
I lift my leg slightly, setting my foot on his thigh to give him better access. “Jesus,” he groans. “I’m never going to last in your perfect ass.” He keeps pushing into me, little by little, until he announces that he’s all the way in.
“Fuck me,” I demand, wiggling my ass.
“You’re too perfect,” he whispers. “It’s like you were made just for me.” He reaches around and finds my clit.
“No, I’m on my period,” I remind him.
He smacks my hand away. “I’m not an expert in pussy, but I took Sex Ed in school, and I know your clit isn’t out of commission.”
While fucking me, he massages gentle circles along the sensitive nub, and all too soon my orgasm overtakes me. My entire body shakes, and I’m so lost in my pleasure, I don’t even realize it when Ashton pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back. My eyes open just in time to see him fist his dick, pumping several times before ropes of cum shoot out all over my belly.
He leans over me and crushes his mouth to mine. “I love you, MiMi. So goddamn much.”
“I’ve been thinking,” I tell him. We’ve showered, and since I was already late to my morning class, we decided to play hooky and spend the day together in bed. We’re lying in said bed with my head on Ashton’s chest, while he plays with my hair. We’re watching reruns of an old show, but I’m not really paying attention. I have too much on my mind.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, “about what?”
“This weekend…” Ashton’s fingers still. “I really liked what we did.”
He releases a harsh breath, but doesn’t say anything.
“Did you”—I glance up at him—“like what we did?”
I know he did, but I need him to admit it out loud.
“I like anything we do,” he says. “You know that. I’ll take you any way I can get you.” He dips down and kisses my forehead.
“But did you enjoy being with Brayden… and Drew?” Technically he wasn’t with Drew—I was—but for me, we were all together.
“I enjoyed watching Drew fuck you,” he says, ignoring the part about Brayden fucking him.
I sit up so I can face him. “Why can’t you admit you liked what happened?”
He sits up straighter, a pained expression marring his features. “I told you I like anything that happens with you.” His hands grip the curves of my hips and he tugs me onto his lap.
“What if I wanted the four of us to be together again?” I ask, throwing it out there.
His eyes widen slightly. “I’ll do whatever you want. As long as it makes you happy.”
I sigh and wrap my arms around his neck, hating how insecure he is about us. I know it’s because he hurt me in the past and he’s afraid of doing it again, but I have faith in him, and I wish he would too.
“Would it make you happy being with them again?” I push. “And don’t give me another bullshit answer about me being happy.”
He swallows thickly. “Why are you doing this, MiMi?” He tightens his grip on my hips. “I’m happy just being with you.”
“Because I love you,” I tell him. “Enough to admit that you need more than just me… I saw the look on your face when Brayden was fucking you. You missed that…”
“So, we’ll get a dildo and yo
u can ram it into my ass,” he bites out.
“That wouldn’t be the same and you know it. The connection wouldn’t be the same.” I frame his face with my hands. “What the four of us share is different. It doesn’t lessen or cheapen what you and I have. It adds to it. If you tell me you honestly don’t want to be with Drew and Brayden ever again, then I’ll drop it, but I think you know what I’m talking about. I think you feel what I feel.”
Ashton’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “How would this work?”
“I was actually looking it up online,” I admit sheepishly. “On the way home yesterday while you were sleeping. There’s a name for when multiple people are in a relationship… Polyamorous. The four of us could be together, in a relationship.”
Ashton stares at me for several seconds before he speaks. “I’ll do whatever you want, MiMi. Always. On one condition… No matter what happens, I never lose you.”
“You’re never going to lose me,” I promise him.
“A poly-what?” Brayden asks from the couch next to Drew.
“Polyamorous,” I repeat. When Drew and Brayden got home from their afternoon practice, I asked if we could all talk. I explained my thoughts about the four of us being together and I think I shocked them stupid.
“And not just sexual?” Drew asks. “But together… in a relationship?”
“That’s right,” Ashton says, tightening his hold on me. Once I showed him all the blogs where people are happily in polyamorous relationships, he seemed to ease into the idea more. “The four of us would be together in every way.”
“And you’re on board with this?” Drew eyes Ashton, knowing how protective he is of me. “You’re okay with me coming home and fucking your girl.”
“She would be our girl,” Ashton says. “Just like you would be mine, and I would be Bray’s.” The guys both nod in thought.
“Growing up, I always felt like something was missing,” I tell the three of them. “I didn’t know it at the time, but I was craving love and affection… attention.” This is something I haven’t even admitted to Ashton. I needed to know how he felt first and I didn’t want to guilt him into it. “All the things my parents didn’t have the desire to give me.”
Drew’s jaw ticks in anger, and Brayden’s hands form fists. “I’m not telling you this for you to feel sorry for me or be mad on my behalf. I’m telling you so you understand where I’m coming from. Each of you, in your own way, fills the voids my parents left behind. When I’m with you guys, I feel so full of love… I feel wanted and desired.”
I move off Ashton’s lap so I can look at all of them. “Ashton and I talked and we would like for the four of us to be together in a relationship. I know it’s not conventional, but since when do any of us follow the rules of society?”
Brayden chuckles, looking at Drew. “I told you I wasn’t the only one thinking about it.”
“You guys talked about this too?” I ask.
“This morning,” Drew says. “While you guys were in your room… fucking.” He clears his throat. “We got home from practice and heard you. Brayden wanted to go in and join.”
Ashton grins. “Aww, dude bro Bray is addicted to my dick.”
Drew shakes his head but laughs. “So, how would we do this?”
“We would be together… as a unit,” I explain. “The four of us. Together, separately. Obviously we’ve never done this before so we would have to see how it goes.”
“I can’t even be with Bray in public,” Drew comments.
“Only until the end of the semester,” Brayden tells him, threading his fingers through his own.
“But Brayden could be with us in public,” Ashton says. “Mia and I don’t give a fuck who knows what. And everyone would think the three of us are together.”
“We could just take it one day at a time, explore the possibility and see how it goes,” I tell them. “If it doesn’t work out, just like in any relationship, we would break up… go our separate ways.” Even if the thought makes me feel sick.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ashton murmurs. “I don’t give a fuck how it goes. You’re mine.”
“If you guys need time to think and discuss, I understand,” I tell Drew and Brayden. “And if you decide it’s not something you’re interested in, I will completely understand and respect that. I don’t want to lose your friendship. The three of you have come to mean so much to me and if nothing else, I hope we can be friends.”
“Get over here,” Drew says.
I glance at Ashton, seeking his approval, and with a soft kiss to my lips, he releases me. I pad over to Drew and Brayden, stopping in front of them.
“I meant both of you,” Drew says, looking around me at Ashton.
Ashton gets up and saunters over, dropping onto the couch next to Drew. Brayden tugs me down into his lap, so I’m lying across him, and Drew pulls my legs across his own.
“For this to work, we have to always be honest with each other,” Drew says. “No jealousy, no hiding what we’re feeling.”
“Agree,” I say at the same time Ashton and Brayden both nod.
“How would this work with all of us?” Brayden asks, palming my breast over my hoodie. I glance over at Ashton, who has his gaze trained on Brayden’s hand, his eyes filled with lust.
“We’ve all been intimate with each other,” I point out. “And prior to this, we were close individually. I read that some people are only together, all of them, and others are together individually.” Brayden pinches my nipple through the material, and I gasp, the feeling shooting straight to my core. “I think if I’m tutoring and you guys want to get frisky, I’m cool as long as you give me cuddles when I get back.” The guys laugh.
“Fuck, so we’re really doing this, huh?” Drew asks, his eyes landing on Brayden.
“Yeah,” Brayden says, kissing the side of my neck. “We are.”
“Are you off the rag yet?” Ashton asks Mia, his hand already sliding up her thigh and into her pajama shorts. She’s currently spread out across the couch, her head in my lap and her legs in Ashton’s.
“Nope,” she says, popping the P. “And as much as I would love for you to take my ass, I need to get to the tutoring center.” She jumps off the couch and blows us each a kiss, then disappears into the bathroom.
“Maybe I should join her,” Ashton muses, adjusting himself. “I bet she’d let me take her in the shower.” He waggles his brows. “Wanna join us? We can tag team her.”
I laugh, glancing at the clock on the wall. I have time… But this would be the first time we’re together without one of us, since Brayden is in class. I came home to grab a quick lunch and ended up getting sucked into the show Mia and Ashton were watching.
I consider it for a moment. It’s one thing to talk about all of us being in a relationship, but it’s another to actually cross that line. If I go in there, it feels like it will solidify things, make it real. At the cabin, what happened could be considered a one-time thing, but if we do it again, and without Bray, it will change everything.
As I’m getting up the courage to stand, Mia comes out in only her towel. “I thought one of you would’ve joined me in the shower.” She pouts playfully, and Ashton jumps up from the couch.
Her brown eyes meet mine and I stand as well. The look of want in her eyes is all I need to see to know that despite how fucking crazy this all is, I want this. I want them. All of them.
When I get into the bathroom, Ashton is already stripping out of his clothes and Mia is dropping her towel. “I call dibs on her ass,” he says, dropping his pants and boxers onto the ground and then joining her in the shower.
Once I’m done removing my clothes, I open the door to the large, double-head shower. Mia and Ashton are already kissing, and his fingers are playing with her pussy. I step in and under the rainfall, enjoying the warm water and the show.
With Mia’s back to me, I step up behind her and kiss her wet, naked shoulder.
“Finger her ass,” Ashton says,
handing me the bottle of lube. “Get her ready to take my big dick.”
I squirt some lube onto my fingers and then push one between Mia’s ass cheeks. She groans, kissing Ashton while he fingers her. I pull my finger out, then insert two, pumping them in and out of her tight-ringed hole.
“That’s it, MiMi,” Ashton croons. “Come all over our fingers, baby.” At his words, Mia detonates. Her ass clenches around my fingers and her entire body shakes as she climaxes. Ashton pulls her face to him, kissing her hard. When he pulls back, he says, “Turn around and face Drew.”
She turns toward me, moving her hair out of her face, and I take a moment to appreciate her. Her lips are slightly puffy from kissing Ashton and her rose-dusted nipples are pointed. I can’t decide if I want to kiss her or suck on her tits.
As if she can read my thoughts, she smirks. “My nipples get really sensitive during my period. Be gentle.”
I nod once then take her tits into my hands. I massage one, while my lips wrap around each other. She groans in pleasure, jutting out her chest, silently demanding more.
“Stroke his dick, MiMi,” Ashton tells her. “Make our boy come hard.” He squirts more lube onto her ass and then pushes into her from behind. She moans loudly, grabbing my dick with one hand and my shoulder to hold herself up with the other. I let go of her breast and my mouth locks onto her neck, sucking and licking her wet flesh.
The harder Ashton fucks her, the harder she strokes my dick, and all too soon, my orgasm is rocketing through me at the same time Ashton roars out his own.
When he pulls out of her, she finds her footing and glances up at me. “Next time I want you both,” she says. “Ashton in my ass and you in my pussy.”
Ashton laughs. “No more watching porn for you, MiMi.”
Mia giggles but doesn’t correct him. She’s so fucking cute.
“Shit,” she says, as if remembering something. “I have to get to the tutoring center. I’m going to be late.” She quickly shampoos her hair and washes her body and then hops out, leaving Ashton and me in the shower.
“Be ready to take lots of showers with that dirty girl,” Ashton says to me, loud enough she can hear. “She’s been researching positions that make me blush.”