by Virna DePaul
I wanted Logan in my hand, in my mouth, wherever I could get him. My gaze was even with his cock as he brought it closer to my face. My pussy wasn’t the only thing they could fuck, was it?
“Come here.” I reached for Logan, drawing him up until he was in front of me, right as I felt Dom’s hand come to rest on my waist to hold me steady. Slowly, Dom slid into me, and I groaned loud and long. “That feels so good…”
I closed my eyes and loved the sensation of being filled up by Dominic’s thick cock. As I wrapped my hands around Logan’s cock and jerked it slowly, evenly, Dom pushed inside me again, and the feeling of the two of them was almost enough to push me over the edge again.
I closed my eyes a moment, my hand still on Logan’s cock, as I tried to take this all in. It was so much more intense than when I had just been with Taylor alone the week before. That had felt so good, but this was much more than that. The intensity of it was impossible to deny, the way they all touched me like they owned me. So incredibly hot.
“Take him into your mouth,” Taylor spoke, his voice low and guttural.
It took me a minute to realize Taylor was standing near me with his own cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself. Dom was pushing into me at a steady pace, the angle and position making him feel big, and my pussy tightened around him. I parted my lips as Logan guided himself into my mouth, and I felt his cock-head press against my tongue. I could taste just a little bit of pre-cum and was suddenly filled with the need to taste more.
As Dom pumped into me from behind, Logan let me set the pace. It took me a moment to get used to the feeling of him invading my mouth like that, the taste of his warm, clean skin on my tongue so very new and exciting. I slowly traced my tongue up and down him a few times, letting us both grow accustomed to the feel of it, and then, slowly, he began to thrust. He flexed his hips and pushed his cock deep into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I slid a hand around his thigh and pulled him in to me.
I wanted more. More of Logan. More of Dominic. More of this cock pushing into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Logan groaned.
“There you go, Kayla.” Taylor encouraged me.
It was the strangest feeling, the heat of all three of them, the desire that hung thick in the air between the four of us. I was quickly reaching the point of not caring how I looked, how I seemed, or how filthy I wanted it. Two men were fucking me—one in my pussy and one in my mouth—giving me a wonderful sense of fullness that satisfied something deep and hot inside of me.
When Logan started to pump just a little faster into my mouth, I heard a low growl from Dom. “Move slow, Logan,” Dom gritted out from behind clenched teeth. “She’s new to this.”
Logan obeyed instantly, slowing and taking his time, enjoying when I sucked in my cheeks and took him into my throat. I was loving how aware Dom was, even in the thralls of fucking me, and I was loving how responsive Logan was to the direction given him. I opened my eyes with Logan’s cock up to the hilt in my mouth and saw Taylor watching us, his eyes narrowed and dark and his cock huge and straining in his hand.
Logan brought his hand to the back of my head and stroked my hair a few times as I held my lips tightly around him. Sucking, flicking my tongue, then wrapping my lips around him again just as Taylor had done with my clit.
“How is she at giving head, Logan?” Taylor asked.
“Fucking amazing, I gotta say,” Logan groaned.
As if to drive his point further, I took him up to the hilt, watching as his face contorted with pleasure. I felt a little buzz of satisfaction inside me, knowing I was pleasing them, that I was pleasing all of them in some way, even Taylor who loved what he was watching. Dom began to pick up the pace, going harder, and my pussy tightened around his dick. I was already getting close to coming again. I’d never come twice in such short succession before, but then again I’d never been with so many amazing men before, either.
Taylor slid a hand across the bed and reached for me, finding his way between my legs. He pressed his fingers lightly against my clit and began to stroke me. I tried to take it all in, but there was so much—Logan’s dick in my mouth, Dom fucking my pussy, Taylor’s hand on my clit. Finally, my brain switched off and I allowed myself to get lost in the sensations, the growing feeling between my legs, the way it seemed to echo out over my body. I looked at Taylor, and the smile that had curled up on his face was all I needed to push me over the edge.
I didn’t make a sound as I came, my mouth too full for that, but I didn’t need to—they all knew. I flopped forward a little, my muscles giving out, and Dom had to hold me up at one end while Logan caught one of my hands and held me from the other.
All of them, the feel of them, the way they all wanted me and wouldn’t hold back—I couldn’t think of anything in the world better than that.
My pussy clenched around Dom’s dick and I felt him twitch inside of me, and then moments later he came too, thrusting up to the hilt and filling me up. He growled as he came, same way Taylor had, and I wondered if they knew how similar they sounded.
Taylor withdrew his fingers from my clit and ran them over the rest of my body—my tits, my waist, my back—as Dom slid down on the bed next to me and raked his fingers through my hair a few times. It would have been almost tender if I hadn’t had their friend’s cock in my mouth. Screw that—it was tender.
Logan began to thrust again, taking back control, becoming the more dominant version of him I’d had in my mind for a week. After a few moments, he tipped his head back, gritted his teeth, and I looked up at him as he came.
“Swallow,” Taylor ordered. There was an edge to his voice. I glanced at Dom, who was watching me intently. He gave me a look that let me know he’d stop all this if I needed. I knew I could pull back at any moment, that orders from any of them were actual suggestions, but I didn’t want to pull back. I wanted to keep playing the game. Genial Taylor was exploring his dominant side, and I loved that.
When I glanced over at Taylor, I could see that he was close to coming too, his cock so full and hard coming out of his unzipped pants, his hand squeezing tight around his shaft. Dom snagged the T-shirt I’d been wearing earlier and handed it to Taylor. I guessed Taylor’s demand was what he wanted to get him there. I sealed my lips around Logan’s cock and let him finish in my mouth, delighted by the desperate way he panted as he climaxed. I flicked my tongue over my bottom lip when I was done and glanced over at Taylor to see him with his head tipped back and his cock finally releasing as he watched me swallow Logan’s load.
And with that, we were all done. Taylor cleaned up using my old T-shirt and Dom ran his fingers over my face, touching my cheek and lips, as I tried to hold myself together. Logan sighed and pulled away, zipping up his pants. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling, finally letting my arms buckle out from beneath me as I fell forward on to the bed. My brain started to click back into reality.
“Holy hell,” I muttered. Had this really just happened?
“Holy hell is right.” Dom grinned, lying on his back next to me, quickly disposing of the condom in a trashcan next to my bed.
Taylor did up his jeans and Logan did the same. I looked up at him, still able to taste his cock in my mouth, how good it had felt, how full.
“Um…” I sat up and ran my hands through Dom’s hair. I could still feel how his cock had stretched my pussy, how Taylor’s words seemed to cut through me like some kind of hypnosis. But now that the moment had passed and my brain had cleared, I couldn’t believe that I’d allowed that to happen in the first place. Shades of the former Kayla came out to admonish me, trying to make me feel like a slut.
“I should probably get some work done,” I muttered, gesturing toward my laptop. And just like that, I put distance between myself and the men who’d just made me feel loved and wanted.
Not surprisingly, they seemed a little taken aback by my reaction. But what had they expected? I had never done something like this before in my life, and I needed
time to think about it. To process it. To figure out where in the hell I went from here.
I looked down at my bare legs and pulled the covers over them quickly, feeling exposed and on display.
“Kayla…” Dom began reaching for me, but I shook my head.
“Please, that was wonderful. I’m just overwhelmed. Can you give me some time? Please?”
“You got it, babe,” Dom said quietly.
They all exchanged looks as they rolled off the bed, Dom the most reluctant to leave. I gave them all gentle smiles so they would see that I wasn’t mad at them. This was mostly a “me” problem, and I needed the space.
When they were out of the room, I hugged my arms around my knees and stared at the funny shapes left on the old-fashioned bedspread. My head slumped forward onto my legs, and I let out a long breath.
Had I lied to myself? Had I not been ready? Because what the fuck had I just done? And how the fuck was it going to affect my future?
17
Kayla
Two days had passed since the four of us had hooked up, and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it for a minute since. Taylor. Dominic. Logan. The men invaded even my dreams. And like a true chicken, I’d avoided them. Avoidance hadn’t been easy, since Dom and Taylor were still working on the house, but with their focus on the living room, far from the kitchen and my upstairs bedroom, I’d been able to avoid them almost entirely. Apparently Logan had some big commercial development deal he was finishing up, so avoiding him was easier. Still, I was a chicken, for sure. A lonely chicken who missed her roosters and didn’t know what to do about it.
When it became clear I wasn’t going to talk to Dom or Taylor when they showed up to work, both had taken to calling or texting me to see how I was doing. Logan did, too, but I couldn’t answer any of them. It wasn’t because I had no idea what was supposed to happen next or that I was scared shitless that things were going to take a kinky turn into something I couldn’t control or wasn’t ready for.
It was because I absolutely loved being with them.
There was nothing scarier than that. I finally understood what I thought I’d accepted all along—that while we’d probably all be together again, what we had was temporary. Which was supposed to be fine with me, so I couldn’t figure out what the heck was going on in my head to make the temporary part of this massive hook-up no longer okay.
As soon as the house was fixed up enough to sell for a decent asking price, we’d all be going our separate ways, and that idea made me want to burst into tears. Some warrior woman I was turning out to be.
I’d spent the day rearranging furniture and cleaning the loft, taking care to avoid the nest with the baby birds who were making a racket—as much care as I took to avoid Dom and Taylor. Later in the afternoon, I’d heard the sounds of them packing up for the day, and dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower.
With the grime washed off me, I wandered into my bedroom and slung on a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt, my new outfit of choice. Even after the shower, though, my nerves were still jangled. Maybe I could bake a pie to calm myself. The day before I’d found a great farmer’s market in Fosterman and had bought a bunch of mixed berries. Berry pie with vanilla ice cream sounded great right about now.
I’d just stepped out of my bedroom to head downstairs when I heard a creak on the bottom step. Oh, god—they hadn’t left!
“Hey.” A deep voice suddenly called back from below—Dominic. I froze as his voice continued up the stairwell. “You might as well come down, Kayla, my sweet. You can’t avoid us much longer, gorgeous. You’re going to talk to me, one way or another.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, the dominance in his tone making me shiver, and then I somehow plucked up the courage to head downstairs. As I descended the steps, I could see all the improvements they’d achieved today. Hanging from the middle of the living room ceiling was a sparkling new chandelier, the crown molding had been put up, and wow…this place was really coming alive.
It all made my heart ache that much more, knowing our time together was ticking away. Maybe I could punch a hole in the ceiling or accidentally-on-purpose pull a few cabinet doors off their hinges to keep my men coming back?
I finally made my way to the first floor, arms wrapped around myself. Dominic waited in the hallway. He stood there, hands braced on his hips, like he was ready to do battle. His grimace told me I needed to be wearing body armor rather than a faded T-shirt and pair of skinny jeans, but shit, even forged steel wouldn’t protect me from his fiery gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asked with more calm than his expression belied.
“Yeah, sure, fine. How are you?” I smiled sheepishly.
“Cut it out, Kayla. We know you’re not okay. You’ve been avoiding us for two days.”
“I just needed space, Dominic. It was overwhelming for me, you know.”
He watched me a moment, then sighed. “Look, we know. That’s why we haven’t pressured you, but you’re also ignoring our calls, and…” He dropped his hands off his hips, letting them dangle. “If what we did was too much and you want to cancel our renovation arrangement, just tell us.”
“Oh, God, no!” I suddenly wanted to cry. The thought of not having Dom, Taylor, and Logan killed me. “No, that’s not it at all. I loved what we did together. I want more…of you…of all of you. But I’m scared I enjoyed it too much.”
“You did?” His eyebrows took on a lighter, less menacing look. “You do?”
“Yes. I’m scared that when it’s time for us to say goodbye, I won’t be able to do it. Or I’ll make a fool of myself and throw myself at your feet and cling to you or something. All of you.” My laugh was shaky, at best. “God, I’d be three guys’ worst nightmare at that point.”
“Hey,” Dominic said softly, moving to me. He held out his arms, and I leaned into him. As he pulled me close, I closed my eyes and inhaled that intoxicating scent that was so specifically him. “We all enjoyed what we did. To hear that you’re not regretting it is music to my ears. You’re anything but a nightmare for us, Kayla, and we’re all afraid of being hurt. Of that day when we need to walk away and don’t want to. Hell, with my history, it probably scares me most of all…”
I backed out of his hold, not to get away from the emotions surrounding the two of us but to better see his face. “I know I’m scared to death of getting hurt and I wasn’t even engaged, like you. What happened with your fiancée?” I asked.
He sighed heavily and the strength seemed to ebb from his bones. He sat heavily on the bottom step, motioning for me to join him. “She met someone else. Simple as that. I was hurt, of course. She claimed to love me. How could she throw away a good thing after all the years we’d spent together? But now I know it wasn’t easy for her. She did love me. She just loved someone else more.”
I reached out and squeezed his arm. “What about Laura Fontaine?”
He side-glanced me. “How do you know about Laura?”
“She was the first real estate agent I spoke to, the one Taylor recommended. I guessed you didn’t know he did that.”
He shrugged. “Nope.”
“So, what happened? I mean, I already figured out that you guys shared a relationship with her.”
“Yeah, it started out good. She was Taylor’s girlfriend at first, but then she met me and…well, things progressed. Logan joined us a few times but the way Laura acted… I believed that she and Taylor were in a relationship, but that she and I were too. That it was more than just sex. That we were a committed unit. Only it turned out I was more like Logan than I thought. We were extras, there for her to get off and to use to get her end goal—Taylor.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured.
He hitched a breath, then blew it out sharply. “Thanks. Anyway, after that, I never shared a woman with anyone again. And the women I did date—I didn’t actually date. I fucked them. No emotions involved. Until Ada. She chose someone else over me, too. So I thought that was it. Twice burned an
d all that. It would only be physical relationships for me from that moment on.”
“And then I came along.” I raised an eyebrow.
“You’re nothing like them, Kayla. Even so, I know now, they aren’t bad women. Ada especially. She didn’t cheat on me. She fell in love with someone else, and she told me before anything happened between them. As for Laura, well, I don’t know how she is nowadays. I don’t talk to her.”
“I get the sense she grew up. She’s married, and has a baby. And, well, she asked about you when I spoke to her,” I offered. I wasn’t going to at first, but now that I saw how Dom thought Laura didn’t care, maybe it was better if I passed along the message.
“She did, huh?” he said, unimpressed.
“Yes. She asked how you were doing and seemed truly sorry. For whatever that’s worth, I thought you should know.”
He thought about that, nodded a little, like it sat well with him. Hopefully, I’d helped heal an old wound a little bit. I know it sure would help me if someone were to tell me that Grant seemed remorseful over losing me. Wouldn’t make a scrap of a difference but it would definitely be nice.
Dom sighed and stretched. “When we met you, things changed. You were different. You care about people, Kayla. So we can’t help it if we care about you too and want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” I said softly. “I’m just scared of how I’ll feel when it comes time to say goodbye.”
“There’s nothing we can do about that,” Dom said, taking my hand. “Why don’t we enjoy the time we’re given like it’s a gift and not worry about things we can’t control?”
I leaned into his solid shoulder, and he put his arm around me to make me even comfier. There was nowhere else I’d rather be—this felt so good simply being here in his arms.
Dominic tenderly nuzzled his nose into my hair, and my stomach flipped. I’d been hot and bothered since that encounter a few days before so maybe I was just running a little overheated anyway, but the sweet way he touched me got me going again. I looked up at him, and without a pause, he leaned down to kiss me softly.