“No. No running,” Dusty said. Now he was being firm and he was the quietest and calmest of the bunch.
She exhaled. “Why the hell not? We can pack guns and be ready just in case.”
“The answer is no,” Viktor stated firmly.
“Grrr.” She growled and headed back inside.
She walked into the living room to see Cosivan and Chatham looking at some papers and at the laptop.
“What’s going on?” she asked them.
“Nothing,” Cosivan said and looked her over. She plopped down onto the couch.
“I want to go for a run.”
“No,” Chatham stated firmly.
“What? Why not?”
“Because Dusty and Viktor said no.”
“I thought you were the boss of this thing. I need exercise. I’m going insane.”
“The stitches. Remember,” Chatham stated.
“The stitches, remember,” she mimicked and then stood up and headed to her room.
She was in such a state and as she got to the top of the stairs there was Boian.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked her and gave a small smile.
“Nothing. As usual. Can’t do a damn thing. Can’t go outside. Can’t run. Can’t deal with all your attitudes for no reason.” She threw her hands up in the air.
“The stitches.”
“Yeah, yeah, the stitches. Then take them out,” she said and walked to her bedroom and slammed the door closed.
She felt so frustrated as she plopped down onto the bed and felt fine. She slid off of it and landed on the floor. Taking matters into her own hands, she began to do a bunch of push-ups then sit ups, letting off some steam. They were making her crazy. They were keeping their distance and being jail wardens. She practically threw herself at them one at a time and got no response but denial or they ran. What the hell? She growled some more until she exhausted herself and fell to the floor in a sweat.
“A shower. That’s what I need, a nice cold shower.”
* * * *
“She wants the stitches out. We can’t keep this up,” Boian said as he joined the others in the living room.
“We had to make sure that there really wasn’t a suspicious sighting,” Cosivan said to them.
“There wasn’t. Storm confirmed that an hour ago,” Dusty said.
“Well, every possible sighting needs to be investigated. We would do it ourselves but then showing our faces would surely indicate we have Nalia under our protection. We need to be diligent in protecting her,” Cosivan told them.
“The closer we are to her the easier that would be. Protecting her, I mean,” Chatham said.
“We discussed that for the last several nights,” Cosivan replied.
“We’re stalling. We want her, she wants us, let’s claim her already,” Viktor stated.
“You know I’m in,” Boian replied.
“It needs to be done right. We need the right time and be sure about this,” Cosivan said to them.
“We all want her. There’s no right time but right away,” Dusty said and they chuckled.
“Then the decision is final. There will be no going back, no regrets. We’re willing to give up everything for Nalia. Everything,” Cosivan said to the team.
“Yes,” Boian said and the others agreed.
“We go slow. She’s a virgin, as far as we know. It will take some time before we can take her three at a time. Got it?” Cosivan asked.
“Damn, I can’t wait,” Chatham said and rubbed his hands together.
“This is real. We’re going to be a family. We’re going to have Nalia to take care of and love,” Dusty said.
“We’re going to have our hands full,” Viktor added.
“You have no idea,” Boian said and Cosivan chuckled.
“Together. We’ll take our time and make her ours, but we never let our guard down. I want two men always by the door keeping watch and ready.”
* * * *
Nalia washed up and prepared for bed. She was looking into the mirror and lifted her white tank top to see how the stitches looked. She jumped when she heard the knock on the door.
“Yes,” she said, and the door opened.
She turned and saw Boian standing there. He looked at her as she pushed the tank top down and then ran her fingers through her hair. She had to look away from him. She avoided their gazes because they were getting to her and the desire to have them, to feel them all touch her was becoming too difficult to ignore. She felt her heart racing every time they were near and it was getting annoying. Especially the fact that her nipples got all hard and her pussy actually leaked cream. From looking at them and being around them. Was that even normal?
She no longer cared that she wore the boy short panties and paraded around in her underwear in her room. They didn’t seem to care or to show interest. It frustrated her. Sure, she was young, inexperienced, but damn it she was more than willing to allow them to teach her, to give her experience even if it meant breaking her heart and one day leaving her.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
Like I care? I’m done with this. I can’t take talking to you in my bedroom with you looking so sexy, so desirable and strong. God damn you, Boian. God damn all of you.
“Tomorrow. I’m tired,” she said to him and then walked right past him. She stopped short when she saw Cosivan sitting on her bed. She noticed he had some items on the bed next to him. Scissors, ointment, and alcohol wipes.
“It’s time to take those stitches out,” Cosivan said to her, looking her over with those sultry, sexy, dark eyes of his.
I can’t take this. I can’t.
She licked her lower lip.
“Tomorrow would be fine,” she said and stood still. Her heart was racing once again as that twinge of being disobedient and questioning Cosivan’s order filled her gut. It was an order. Every word the man spoke was a command, a direction, an act of control, and damn it her pussy wept as usual. She shifted her weight and looked away from those commanding eyes. Cosivan’s expression, as always so hard and firm and just plain angry, stared back at her. She felt that gut instinct and sense of intimidation. He was so big and powerful in every way.
“We do it now,” he replied and his eyes roamed over her body and suddenly she wished she had more clothing on.
Boian reached for her, his hands landed on her hips and she gasped softly. Why did such a small touch turn her on so much? Why was she a glutton for punishment? These men didn’t want her in the ways she wanted them. Hell, she was a virgin and more than willing to let them fuck her in every hole, use her to pass the time and take from her body just so she could feel some sort of connection. She needed them. They were already a part of her and they didn’t want to have her be a part of them. Fuck, I can’t take it. I can’t. She planted her feet but Boian was so big, strong, and sexy, that when she felt his hard chest and even harder erection against her back and ass she stepped closer to Cosivan and the freaking bed.
When Cosivan opened his thighs for her to step between them she shivered from being this close to him. Thick wide shoulders like some football linebacker, and hard, thick, iron muscled thighs that immediately sent goose bumps over her skin as they touched her. She was much smaller than him, so as he glanced up at her, his face was in line with her breasts. She closed her eyes a moment and imagined him licking her nipple, maybe gripping her hips and thrusting his body against hers. She would come. Right here, standing between his legs if he showed even an ounce of desire like she had for him.
They were both silent. She felt his jean-covered thighs press against her bare skin. It made her body come alive. Was he doing this on purpose? Was he having fun teasing the wanton little virgin? Her anger boiled but one look into Cosivan’s eyes and she knew to not ever challenge him or start a fight with him. But oh, how she wanted to and she didn’t even know why. They made her crazy. Absolutely crazy. These were the only men, them and their team, that made her body react. It was wild.
“No bra,” she whispered.
She felt Cosivan’s fingers against her skin on her belly nowhere near the stitches. They caressed over her firm abs and to her hips. He ran his hand along her boy shorts and she felt her pussy spasm.
Don’t come, don’t come, don’t give in.
Then she heard the hardwood floor creak, and glanced up to see Viktor then Dusty and Chatham enter the room. Their shirts were undone, revealing all their sexy, muscular flesh and even some scars. Especially along Viktor’s body.
She tightened her pussy.
They remained near the doorway and the wall but watched.
“These will come out nice and easy. Relax,” Cosivan told her.
She snorted. Yeah, right. Relax with five men half naked in my room looking like they want to taste me. Hell, I want to taste them. All of them. She thought about lowering to her knees, pushing Cosivan down on the bed, and undoing his pants. She would whip out his cock and learn real fast how to please him with her mouth.
She felt her cheeks warm and knew a blush spread across her face.
She felt the tickle against her skin as Cosivan cut the first small stitch. She looked down and saw that there wasn’t any scarring, just two small dots that already seemed to disappear. Cosivan’s hands were so large against her body. She felt feminine, petite, and controllable. She would give him complete control of her body if he would accept her.
At the same time Boian kissed her bare shoulder and continued a path to her neck.
“Boian.”
“Shhh. Not a word. No lies. Nothing but truth.” He suckled against her skin. She shivered with desire.
What does he mean? Oh God, are they going to use me? Use my body? Yes. Oh yes, please let them. Let them take me. I don’t care about tomorrow or next week or anything but feeling more and giving myself to them and remembering this moment together forever.
A second cut and the next stitch released. Cosivan’s hands slid along her belly and then he cut the third stitch and she felt the tickle as he pulled them from her skin.
Boian ran his palm along the underside of her breast and as he moved it under her tank top she felt Cosivan’s lips against her hip right where the stitches had been.
“So sweet and soft,” Cosivan whispered, warm breath singing against her skin. She shivered again when he licked along her belly button and then over her tattoo.
When his teeth nipped her hipbone she thought her legs would give out.
She gasped and grabbed on to his shoulders.
Boian ran his hand under her hair to the base of her neck and gripped a handful of hair. She felt his control and her pussy actually spasmed.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked aloud. Her eyes popped open as she remembered the audience.
“What are you doing to me, Boian, Cosivan? What do you want?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“You,” they said together and then Cosivan lowered to the floor, grabbed ahold of her hips and began kissing and licking her skin. He used his tongue and teeth to press down her bottoms as Boian lifted up her tank top to her neck, then covered her mouth and kissed her. She moaned and felt her pussy explode.
“Sweet mother, she’s gorgeous,” Chatham said and then she felt the others move closer but Boian was kissing her deeply. There were multiple hands touching her and then Cosivan was pushing down her panties, squeezing her ass, running a thick digit over the crack of her ass and she moaned.
She felt him lifting her thigh up over his shoulder. She pulled from Boian’s mouth as Cosivan’s mouth landed on her cunt. “Oh God. Oh!” she exclaimed.
“Easy, baby. Nice and slow, we want to explore you,” Boian told her. Chatham licked along her nipple on one side while Dusty licked along the nipple on her other side. She gasped again as her pussy kept spasming.
She opened her eyes and tried to focus when she locked onto Viktor. He stood by the open door, arms crossed, gun on his hip. He held her gaze firmly.
“No more fighting and denying our feelings. Tonight we want to make you our woman,” Viktor told her just as Cosivan suckled on her clit and tugged hard.
“Oh!” she moaned loudly.
She felt their hands lifting up her tank top then tossing it. Her large breasts bounced and then hands immediately cupped them. Dusty and Chatham. She locked gazes with them and saw the desire in their eyes and those hard, determined, challenging looks. She was in a heap of trouble. The good kind.
“You’re perfect for us, Nalia. Perfect,” Boian whispered against her ear. He pulled her hands from Cosivan’s shoulders and kept her hands behind her back. She felt controlled, restrained with her breasts pushed forward, her pussy being feasted on with Cosivan’s hard, experienced mouth and tongue, until Dusty licked her breast and tugged on her nipple. She moaned and Boian brought her hands lower behind her back and directly over his cock.
She shuddered and gasped, then felt her pussy gush cream.
“So fucking delicious. Damn, baby, I could eat your pussy all night,” Cosivan said and she felt her mouth open in shock but then Boian pressed his hands over hers and made her stroke his cock. She followed his direction. Let him lead her because she had no clue at all. All this time she wished, she fantasized about making love to these men. Now here she was and they wanted her, and she didn’t even know what to do or how it would feel.
Dusty cupped her cheeks and held her gaze. He was shirtless, and wearing only black boxer briefs. His jaw was firm, his dark brown eyes caring at the moment instead of angry as usual.
“Easy, baby. Let us guide you and we promise your first time, every time will be pleasurable.” He kissed her lips and she kissed him back.
“Follow your gut, your heart,” Boian said and she began to stroke his cock and then he released her hands and she continued to do it on her own while she kissed Dusty and let Cosivan have his way with her cunt.
She felt Boian’s teeth graze along her side and to her other breast.
Just as she got used to Cosivan’s tongue and teeth she felt him pull away and then thrust a finger up into her pussy. She rocked her hips and he eased it in and out until she got used to it. Then he added another one. When she felt him press his other finger over her anus and push inside of her at the same time she cried out, pulling from Dusty’s mouth.
She felt sedated from his fingers and tongue and their combined ministrations. Never had she ever thought it would be like this or feel so amazing and perfect.
She grabbed on to Cosivan and pressed him back onto the bed. The move caused Boian to slide his cock against her anus and she shook but then covered Corsivan’s mouth with hers. She tasted her scent on his lips and on his tongue and it did something to her. It made her feel wild, wanton and she thrust her hips as Boian played with her pussy and ass.
She could feel Dusty kissing her shoulder then down her back as Boian stroked a finger into her pussy from behind. He leaned closer and licked her cunt and then she felt Dusty’s finger press over her anus.
“I love this ass. I’ve admired it for a long time and can’t wait to fuck it,” Dusty told her and pressed his finger deeper into her ass.
She moaned as she lifted her pelvis up and pressed her ass back.
Smack.
She pulled from Cosivan’s mouth and nearly sprang up off of him. Cosivan gripped her tight. He drew her against his wide shoulders and forced her to keep kissing him. He tugged on her lips and then gripped her hair and held her close. He whispered against her lips.
“Let them explore you, too. You belong to us now and always.” He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she held on to his chest as Dusty and Boian stroked her pussy and anus.
She was shaking and moaning when Cosivan pulled from her mouth.
Fingers left her body and she almost cried out in anger. It had felt so good but then Cosivan rolled her to her back. He lifted up and pulled off his pants then lowered his mouth to her breasts. His heavy body nearly crushed her, his large hands gripping her dainty wrists as his mouth suckled her nipple hard. She moaned and leaked more cream. He was a wild lover. He was big, older, experienced and she felt fearful in a way of his capabilities and her lack of.
“Cosivan,” she gasped and he lifted up and sat above her.
She glanced down and widened her eyes at the size of his cock. It was huge. It couldn’t be a normal size for a man and she wondered how the hell it would fit into her. Suddenly she was more than just intimidated, she was downright panicked.
He cupped her cheeks and stroked a finger over her lips. She grabbed his wrist best she could with her fingers as he held her hands with one hand. He squinted at her. “Do you trust us?” he asked her.
She swallowed hard at his tone and the look in his eyes of determination, power, and control. “Yes.”
“Good. I will fit because you were made for me and you were made for my team. Your body will adjust to our sizes and to our appetites. Do you want us as we want you?” he asked.
She thought about the fear, the reservations she had since she knew basically nothing about sex. Then she thought about how they each made her feel and how she wanted more of them. She couldn’t seem weak or show the fear her inexperience brought out in her. These were grown men, American soldiers, Russian mobsters. They probably only had sex with women who knew how to please a man. She would have to learn how to please five of them and show them how capable and strong she was and how good she could be for them. She had to let go of the fear and just give in to the desire. She had nothing to lose. Nothing but her heart and her sanity.
She held his gaze as she parted her lips. He released her wrists and looked like he was retreating. She panicked. She needed to let him know she wanted this. She gripped his hand, brought his palm up her belly between her breasts and then tugged his finger into her mouth and suckled it. She felt sexy, wild, especially as those dark blue eyes turned almost animalistic. She was doing it to him. Driving him wild with desire. All his experience and lovers he had meant nothing. She felt that or at least wanted, needed to believe it as she gave him her virginity first.
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