by Heather Long
More than once, they’d gone for cool, damp washcloths to clean me up and sooth my soreness. My ass was getting more of a workout than I expected, but they all took such extreme care that even that soreness was bearable. When Ian ran a bath that first afternoon, he sat beside the tub and actually fed me while I soaked. The guys had gone for more food and supplies, as well as to strip and change the beds.
Apparently, when I wasn’t looking, they’d pushed the two big queens together, and it had more than enough room for all four of us. Ian had even worked out a way to bind me to the bed, but so far, we hadn’t used that. One of them would restrain me while the others played, and twice now, I’d been sandwiched between Coop and Jake or Ian and Coop, but Archie had avoided that for the most part.
Or at least he had until Sunday afternoon when it was just Ian, Archie, and I, now in my bedroom because we’d run out of clean sheets in the other room and the guys were messy. Coop and Jake had gone for food, and I was straddling Ian, riding him slowly. Bruised and full as I was, it felt oh so good to just writhe over him. The press of Archie against my back had me tipping my head to rest against his shoulder.
To be honest, I didn’t know how the hell I planned on walking the next day. I couldn’t walk now. They’d gotten really good at carrying me, and I was too boneless to argue. I could feel them everywhere. The little bite marks and bruises from hickeys. The scrape of teeth. My nipples were sore to the point of perfect pain, and if you’d asked me what that meant even a week ago, I didn’t think I would have known.
Ian feathered his hands over my hips as he began to move me. My buttery legs were having none of it, but I wanted to feel him. He pushed up with his hips, helping to hit that spot. Archie nipped at my neck as he massaged my breasts, his warm palms almost soothing to tenderness of the nipples.
I wanted more. I wanted all of them.
“Can you handle it, babe?” Archie asked. Had I said that out loud? Apparently. “You’re moving slow.”
“It feels good,” I whispered, because my voice really was shot. “So fucking good.” It did. I could roll my hips, even if I could barely lift my legs, and Ian could balance me. I met his gaze and then he flicked a look past me to Archie, even as I stretched an arm up and behind me to wrap around Archie’s neck.
It had to be all right with them. They’d already given me so much this weekend. I didn’t need to be greedy.
“It’s okay…”
“Shh, babe.” Archie bit me, and I laughed at the scrape of his teeth. It barely registered as pain so much as sharp kiss. “We’re thinking.”
I softened against the command, and it was kind of funny how easily they could relax me now. My body just let go, and my mind didn’t obsess. They’d chased away every single worry, there wasn’t room for much of anything past them.
“Her ass is too sore,” Ian warned.
“Yeah, but there are other ways,” Archie added, and they kept rocking me up and down on Ian’s cock. The little sparks radiating through my system had me clenching around him. It was a slow, almost torturous build up, but I was enjoying how my clit rubbed against him each time he pulled me flush to him.
“You comfortable with that?” Ian asked.
“I am if you are.”
“I’ll try anything once,” Ian murmured, his voice soothing, even as Archie urged me forward, and then Ian kissed me as I splayed against his chest. He slowed the motion, and I half-expected Archie to push into my ass, but he didn’t. A finger traced the edge where Ian connected with me, and he gave a grunt. “Don’t get too touchy feely.”
“Just checking, not you I want to feel up.” Then he pressed his finger in, and the stretch was intense but not unbearable. If anything, it had me gasping for a whole new kind of pressure.
“You up for it, Angel?” Ian asked me as he pushed the hair off my face. Then it hit me. Both of them. At once.
I’d…
“Both of you?”
“Hmm-hmm,” Archie said. “Both of our cocks in this sweet pussy. You’ve had Jake and Coop sandwich you, I know you’ve let us take your ass and your pussy at the same time. Have they fucked this pussy together?”
A whole body shiver racked me. “No…”
“Oh, so a virgin for two cocks at once,” Ian mused, and something in the way he said that just turned me inside out.
“I’m very good with a virgin Frankie,” Archie said, and his words alone stroked memories to the surface. “Can we have that pussy together, babe? Both of us? Fucking you together?”
“Fuck yes,” I said, all in. Everything in me shuddered. Two days ago, I’d probably have had to think about it. Hell, maybe even the day before. But I was so languid and soft for them that I could take it. I could take anything they gave me.
“Relax,” Archie murmured. “Relax and let us fill you up with two dicks, stretching that pussy until the only thing you feel is us.”
Fuck. That mouth of his.
Ian chuckled. “You like giving her instructions.”
“And you don’t?” Archie countered. “You may use prettier words, but I’m just calling it like I see it. This pretty pink pussy is all flushed and hot and like a vise around our cocks, and she can’t get enough, but we’re going to stuff you so full, you won’t ever imagine anyone that isn’t us. Our pussy. Our girl.”
And on that last word, he pushed in. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
I couldn’t breathe. It was too much. I fisted the covers, half aware of their soothing words and the easy strokes of their hands. Archie pulled back and then pushed in again, Ian grunted, and I opened my mouth, but the only thing that escaped was a keening sound.
It felt so fucking good, I couldn’t even form words. Ian fisted my hair and pulled my gaze up to his. The strain around his face was visible too. I hoped it wasn’t…
“Fuck,” Archie groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, but you can take us both in that perfect pussy.”
As he pushed in again, my vision frayed and I lost everything to feeling. Ian pushed up, and they alternated who pulled back and pushed in. I couldn’t imagine how it felt for them, but I couldn’t stop the spasming once it started. I swore that one orgasm just fell over the other and the next until I was shaking like a leaf.
“Touch yourself,” Archie ordered. “Come on, babe, you really need to come now.”
Wait…hadn’t I already been?
“You can do it, Angel,” Ian told me, and the stress in his voice told me he was close. They both were, and I writhed between them, the pressure unbearable and perfect. With a shaking hand, I slipped it between us, and I could feel where Ian pressed into me and behind him, Archie. My brain threatened to short circuit at the image. I wish I had a picture.
“Fuck,” Archie grunted as he shuddered. “Come on, babe, I need you to come.”
Ian’s hand joined mine, and he tangled our fingers together. We barely touched my clit, and I swear it was like I detonated. I clamped down on both of them as I shook for real, and my vision whited out as I screamed. Pleasure spiraled through me, and Ian kept the pressure up on my clit as he sucked my tongue into his mouth and swallowed my cries.
They followed me with shouts, and the mess was going to be incredible. I swore I had to be gushing, and I floated on a wave of bliss as I collapsed against Ian and Archie flattened against my back. Beneath me, Ian groaned. Then Archie let out a similar sound.
I wanted to laugh, but I just didn’t have the energy.
When Archie rolled off carefully, I hissed out a breath as my nerves jangled and lit up. My hand and Ian’s were still trapped between us, and he twitched his fingers. The brush against my clit made me wince and whimper. He eased his hand away and then carefully rolled so we were on our sides, and then he eased out of me.
Oh shit.
“I think you broke my vagina,” I mumbled.
There was a beat of absolute silence, but I waited for it. There was no way they could resist, and I was too damn deliriously happy to care abou
t setting up that joke.
A smothered snort of laughter from behind me was the first fissure in the dam. A calloused hand moved over my stomach as Archie hugged me from behind. “Is it broken broken? Or just needs a little TLC broken?”
The snicker from in front of me pulled the rest of my smile out. “Maybe you can build her a new one.”
“You’re the one with the magic fingers,” Archie snarked. “Write her a song and sing it back to health.”
“I know,” Ian said. “You can talk to her pussy. You can convince her of anything, right?”
“Hmm.”
Oh God. Suddenly, I was flat on my back, and Archie eased my legs apart. “Hello, pretty girl, are you feeling all abused and overused? Maybe you just need some TLC?”
I died.
Laughter swelled out of me.
“Dead,” I told them as I gave Archie a shove. “I’m dead. I cry uncle. I give.”
I couldn’t stop laughing though, because Archie was promising my pussy all kinds of things to get better soon, and when I glanced up at Ian, his eyes were warm, full of mirth, and his smile was tender.
“Thank you,” I whispered to him and touched his jaw. Then I glanced down at Archie. His brown eyes shone, and his disheveled hair fell over his forehead. There was a carefreeness to him that I hadn’t seen in a long time. “Thank you both.”
“You’re welcome, Angel,” Ian told me, pressing a kiss to my temple. Archie pressed a similar one to my thigh. And at some point, I would need to move. “Though I think we’re gonna have to change the sheets, and I’m pretty sure we’ve run out of them.”
“I’ll call—”
I didn’t know I had it in me to move, but I was up and pressing my fingers to Archie’s lips, ignoring the throbbing pulse I could feel in my pussy. Dude, I really thought they had broken it.
Worth it.
“If you say you’re going to call Jeremy, I will…I will…I will pin you down and do something terrible to you.” I didn’t even have a real threat in me.
“Jeremy’s not going to care, babe,” he said. “He just likes looking after us.”
“You cannot ask him to come wash sheets covered in cum and sweat and everything else from the last two days. I will not survive.”
“Shh,” Ian soothed, sitting up and pulling me into his lap. “Archie’s not going to call Jeremy. We know how to use the washing machine.”
“Yeah,” Archie said. “Or I can call Jake and Coop and tell them to buy us more. ’Cause you know, we’ve proven we don’t have enough.”
Ian snorted, and I closed my eyes.
Yep. Dead.
Damn.
The guys were still laughing at me a few hours later as I soaked in another tub, sprawled against Coop, who’d climbed in to just hold me. Probably a great idea, ’cause all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Next time,” Archie said. “We need a bigger tub.”
“Hot tub,” Jake agreed.
“Yeah, more room to maneuver,” Ian said. “Definitely more frequent breaks.”
“Are they really discussing the next time we do this?” I asked Coop in a hushed voice as Archie started discussing the different types of hot tubs.
“Yep,” Coop said. “Shh, don’t want to scare them off.”
I grinned.
God, I loved them.
The weekend was going to go down in history. Even if I was tender as hell for the next three or four days. Not even my period showing up added to my discomfort. I was already sore, and one of the nice things about the implant, it reduced a lot of my issues from three or four days to one to two. Totally doable.
We were drilling down more at school. They had a practice run for how we would do our graduation walks. I’d started receiving my cords from different classes, including the all A honor roll.
Final class ranks were posted.
I’d done it—I’d edged up. I was in the top twenty with Jake and Archie. Ian and Coop weren’t that far behind. Rachel scored a spot in the top ten. She smirked at me when I saw it, and I laughed my ass off. Sneaky bitch. But still, I was super proud of her, even if she still hemmed and hawed about which college she wanted to go to.
I pulled for NYU, but then, I was being greedy. I wanted her to stick close to us.
By the next weekend, Jake and I were drilling once a day on our European history facts. Archie and I had government and economics down, it was mostly terms and applications, but we’d been surprising each other with pop quizzes. Ian and I did practice tests for calculus, and Rachel and I practiced French either texting or when we talked or video chatted.
I had to do that when Coop wasn’t home, because the last time Rachel and I got going, Coop ended up half stripping before he realized that we were on video chat. Then he just grabbed the phone and said, “Sorry, I need to fuck my girl. She’ll talk to you later.”
I don’t know who laughed harder, me or Rachel.
Still, it was fun.
And I got to drive my car, a lot. We needed milk from the store? I went and got it. Wanted to run over and pick up something from Jake’s? I’d drive him there. Trina needed a ride, I was all in. The guys laughed at me, but the car was fricking cool, and I loved taking it to a charging station.
Prom was right around the corner. AP exams were coming. Our graduation robes came in, and true to his word, Jake had gotten me a set. I was actually looking forward to walking, which was weird. I mean, it was just a ritual right? No big deal? They didn’t even give you the real diploma.
Still, it was fun.
Archie had lined up a couple of places for us to look at, but he was also talking to his grandfather about their brownstone. Apparently, there was also an apartment, but he and Jake both nixed that.
Work was even fun, though I let Marsha off the hook and turned in my notice before mid-April. The scholarship was locked, and she had her new waitress up to speed. I was making plenty from my delivery job, which I got to use my new car for. I told Coop I was still finishing paying off the car I’d gotten from Maddy, and if he wanted, we could store it for Trina.
I’d thought about Jake’s sisters, but Jake said there was already a plan in place for them with his parents, so Trina won that flip. Then there was the bit about my trust fund. Apparently, on my eighteenth birthday, true to their word, my grandparents transferred the first twenty-five percent to my control. I’d get another twenty-five percent when I graduated college or turned twenty-five, whichever came first, and another twenty-five when I turned thirty or got married—also whichever came first. The last twenty-five percent would be made available on my thirty-fifth birthday or when I had a child.
The terms seemed weird on the surface, but I kind of appreciated they were an ‘either or’ and not an ‘if only.’ Wittaker handled all of my side of it and worked with their family attorney. I’d also started having weekly phone calls with them.
It was strange, not just the generational and money gap, but the everything gap. They didn’t quite understand my interests, and when I brought up the singing thing, they’d pushed back pretty hard. The dismissiveness irked me more than stung, so I just changed the subject. They were excited that I was going to college, but they offered to work with Harvard to get me in there or at Columbia rather than NYU. I turned down the offer.
We had a plan, and I was sticking to it.
One night, when it was just Jake and I, we sat down in front of his laptop while he video chatted his father. I hadn’t seen Jake’s dad in years. It was kind of impressive how much the colonel and his son looked and didn’t look alike. He had his mother’s coloring, but his father’s eyes. Jake’s dad was blond where he wasn’t silver and gray. There was an agedness at his eyes, and the conversation between them was terse and uncomfortable at first.
Then Jake introduced me and they started talking more, through and around me. There was a lot of hurt from the sounds of it, on both sides. I leaned my head against Jake’s shoulder as they discussed college and the opportunities Jake was
looking for. When his father brought up enlistment, Jake stiffened, but I squeezed his hand.
“No, sir,” he said slowly. “I understand the opportunities available through enlistment and service. But I’ve chosen a different path.”
I really hoped his dad let it go. All he said was, “We can revisit it in a few years. After college then. You’d do well. You have all the right qualities and qualifications. Good way to take care of your family.”
“As you’ve told me many times.”
On the screen, a woman came into view, and if you’d asked me to describe Klara, I wouldn’t have picked her out in a million years, but she was the babysitter. The one who looked after the girls and Jake on some weekends when his parents went away. I didn’t see her often at other times, and I guessed she wasn’t the babysitter, she was just who I’d thought was the babysitter.
“Hello, Jake,” she said, greeting him as she took a seat next to the colonel. Unlike him, she was dressed in more relaxed civilian clothes. Her hair was dark like Jake’s and his mom’s, but it was cut short like a pixie.
“Klara,” he said, and with a squeeze to my hand, he added, “It’s good to see you. I’m sorry I’ve been a stranger. I had—” He cut a glance to his father, but I kept my gaze on Jake. “I had to work through some things.”
“We understand. And I mean that. The girls tell us all about your exploits, and I’m so glad we’re finally getting to see you again. Frankie, I’m afraid I still remembered a girl with dirt on her face and skinned knees who got in as many fights as Jake did.”
I laughed. “Well, he probably wins that now, but mostly ’cause he doesn’t let me fight.”
“Damn right,” Jake said in the same breath as his father, and they both grinned. It was the first moment of real accord that I’d seen, and something in me relaxed. After a few more minutes, I kissed Jake’s forehead and excused myself, even as Klara did the same. It was good to let the two of them talk on their own.