by Krista Wolf
I jumped hard into Holden’s arms while simultaneously moaning into Randall’s mouth. They held me steady for a moment. The candles flickered.
“Relax Goldilocks,” chuckled Randall, his lips still lingering against my neck. “Just enjoy.”
Relax…
As if it were only that easy.
I remembered to breathe this time as Marcus devoured me, sending my brain soaring to all new places of pleasure and exhilaration. His mouth, his lips, the way he worked my clit… all of it was absolutely magnificent. I came within minutes, all over his talented tongue. At that exact moment, he curled two thick fingers, deep inside me…
I shuddered violently upward, while the SEALs held my quivering, ecstasy-ridden body pinned to the floor. It added enormously to my orgasm. Gave it a thrashing, forbidden edge of restrainment that only made the whole thing more intense and taboo.
I came down just as hard, chest heaving, my brain still floating on a cloud of delicious endorphins. My teeth hurt from clenching my jaw so tightly. Every inch of my skin tingled with numbness.
“You’ve got the shakes,” Holden whispered hotly into my ear. “You’re shaking and we haven’t even started yet.”
Did you hear that Andrea?
The voice in my head was edged with a mocking laughter.
They haven’t even started yet…
Those last two words sent butterflies through my stomach. I was still on my back, legs trembling. Shivering all over, with the anticipation of being touched again.
I heard the guys murmuring to one other. One of them nodded. Suddenly I was being rolled onto my stomach, two strong hands guiding my hips. Someone else was busy grabbing pillows, and bunching them beneath me.
Oh fuck…
In a matter of moments I was face down, ass up. An arm slid around my waist, and someone pulled me roughly against them.
A quick thrust of the hips later, something thick was throbbing against me. Whoever it was held it poised there, pressed snugly against my entrance. I held my breath, waiting. Wondering who it was…
“Mmmmm…”
The mushroom-shaped head dragged slowly up and down, just barely piercing my folds. I was being teased and tormented. My pussy was so wet by now, any one of them could’ve plunged right in.
Finally I felt it: a thick cock, slowly pushing into me from behind. A hand sifted its way into my hair. A tattooed hand.
Randall.
His beard fluttered sexily against my shoulder. I moaned like a slut as he slid all the way inside…
“Can you really take three of us?” he growled.
I nodded, but apparently it wasn’t good enough. He rolled his knuckles. His grip tightened.
“Y—Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes? Did you say yes?”
“I did.”
He was already balls-deep, his cock marinating nicely in my pussy. He screwed his hips forward, twisting it inside me.
I lifted my head some more and Holden was there, kneeling by my face. Smiling in the candlelight.
“We’re going to use you all up tonight,” he told me.
I licked my lips. “Good.”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To please us?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“To be used by us?”
Oh GOD yes…
“All of us?”
Marcus knelt down, joining him alongside me. The men looked like two beautiful sculptures. Every cut and ridge of their musculature stood out starkly in the flickering light and shadow.
“Yes,” I said again. “All of you.”
Holden looked over my shoulder and nodded. I felt Randall pull all the way out… and then shove himself all the way back in. He did it slow at first. Long, deep strokes that drove me absolutely crazy, and quickly had me panting for more.
I tried screwing my pussy back at him. Every time I did he pulled away, and slapped my ass in the process.
Not that that was such a bad thing.
“We’re going to fuck you until you tap out tonight,” Holden promised huskily. “Or pass out.”
My only response was a desperate sigh. Randall was feeling so good, I could barely think straight.
“Whichever comes first.”
Thirty-Nine
ANDREA
I lost all track of time. All sense of where I was, or how I’d even gotten there. All that mattered was the here, the now. What I was doing with my three incredible lovers.
What was being done to me.
They fucked me for what seemed like forever, passing me back and forth between them. Trading off on me. Switching places, whenever they desired.
I was screwed on the floor, the sofa, even the little cushioned chair. Bent over the arm of the couch, and taken hard from behind. There was always a cock inside me, one way or the other. Always someone spreading my legs, or holding them wide, so one of the others could drive even deeper inside me.
One by one I sucked them off, while getting fucked by the others. Randall came first, straight down my throat, while Marcus drilled me on my hands and knees. His climax came as such as a surprise I almost gagged, almost lost it halfway through. Somehow though, I managed to take everything he gave me.
Marcus was next, as I rode Holden on the couch. The SEAL held me pinned to his lap, his cock throbbing inside me, while the big Ranger grunted and filled my mouth with his cream. I stroked him with both hands, still grinding on Holden as I sucked him through every throb and pulse of his monster orgasm. Once again, I didn’t miss a single drop.
It was Holden’s turn next, but not before I screwed myself to a screaming climax. I was still in his lap, his cock deep in my belly… the others to either side of me, their hot mouths locked on each of my breasts.
It was lunacy, really. Total madness. Here we were, being hunted by some of the most dangerous people on the planet. And we were fucking like animals. Screwing like there was no tomorrow.
And there was no tomorrow, really. Not if we messed up. Maybe that’s what made it so good. Maybe that’s why it all seemed so permissible, so enjoyable, rather than batshit insane.
Holden fucked right me through my orgasm, and halfway to another. I was dripping now, from the warmth and the heat. Shivering with pleasure. Clawing his back…
I felt him surge and shoved his hands from my hips. A second later I was on my knees, kneeling between his legs. Taking the first hot spurts of his seed into my open mouth, before closing my lips over his shaft and finishing him against my warm, swirling tongue.
“FUUUUUCK!”
He came so hard it was like an explosion, bowing my cheeks out. Filling me to the point where I had swallow three times, while his hands sifted through my sweat-soaked hair…
I chuckled as he finally came to, his head still lolled back on the couch. For a good half a minute, he hadn’t even moved. We’d lost him there for a moment, for sure.
“You were saying something about passing out?” I joked.
Holden’s mouth curled into the mother of all wry smirks. The facial expression equivalent of giving me the finger.
“Maybe you win round one,” he admitted groggily.
I grinned as I spun the cap off a nearby water bottle. “Maybe?”
I drank deeply, keeping my eyes on Holden’s. Again, his gaze drifted past me… then behind me. All of a sudden I was lifted into the air.
“Oh!”
Marcus had me. He slung me over his shoulder easily, as if I weighed no more than a blanket. The water bottle dropped from my hand.
“Bye bye,” Holden laughed, as I was carried from the room. “See you in a bit.”
Down the small hall we went, past more shrouded darkness. The Ranger ducked low through a doorway, shifted his weight, and dropped me roughly onto a bed.
“OH!’
The little bedroom was lit by a few more candles, these mostly red. It lent everything in the room a rose-colored glow.
Marcus stood over me, gloriously naked, his arms at his s
ides. His body was utterly majestic. His rock-hard chest was a vast playground of hair and muscle, spreading wide from beneath two hulking shoulders.
My eyes strayed downward, lingering on his flat, rippled torso. They settled eventually on his obscenely thick cock. The one that had given me such tormented pleasure, back in that darkened bedchamber on Rhodes.
A cock that was somehow already hard again.
Fuck…
Marcus took another step toward the bed. I felt my pulse skip. My stomach tighten.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, trying to be coy. But my voice cracked. I couldn’t stop my legs from trembling.
“Whatever I want,” the giant grunted.
And then he took me.
Forty
ANDREA
I left Marcus’s bedroom on shaky legs, walking like a newborn doe. He kept his hands on my shoulders, even in the hallway. They stayed there as he guided me into the next bedroom, where Randall took over.
“Okay,” he laughed. “I got her.”
I felt like I’d been blindfolded and spun around until I didn’t know where I was. Like I was involved in some kind of game. A perverted version of pin the tail on the donkey.
Ohhhh…
Two arms wrapped hotly around me from behind as Randall guided me to the bed. I felt his breath on my neck as he kissed me there.
“That pussy wet?”
I nodded numbly. I could feel his cock pressing against my naked back. One tattoo-covered hand, sliding deep between my legs.
“All full of come?”
I nodded again, grabbing his head, pulling his lips harder against my shoulder. I was dripping wet. Filled to overflowing, after a relentless pounding by Marcus. His fingers sank deep into my come-soaked pussy.
“Shit, you’re ready,” he chuckled into my neck.
His beard tickled. His teeth bit down hard, and I welcomed the little flair of pain.
“Randall, I—”
The sentence ended in a groan as he rolled onto my back. Pushing my thighs wide, he buried himself with a long, satisfying groan.
“God it’s so fucking hot in there…” he moaned, swirling himself around. He sat up on his knees and started fucking me straight away.
“Randall, I think I love you guys…”
The words just happened. The sentence just poured out. For a split-second I was terrified, completely unsure of what I’d just done. After all, I was delirious. Practically hypnotized by all the sweltering hot sex.
At the same time though, it wasn’t an accident. There was no recoil, no regret. My heart actually meant what I’d said.
“We love you too, Andrea,” he said, slowing his strokes to a more tender speed. Slowly he brought his face to mine. His dark eyes flared wildly. “I know I love you...”
I smiled from ear to ear, still rocking beneath him. “You said my name.”
“What?”
“My name,” I repeated. “You’ve called me just about everything under the sun. Everything except Andrea.”
He laughed and slid his hands up over my breasts, to grip me by the shoulders. The extra leverage drove him deeper. He stopped for a moment, buried all the way inside me, our eyes burning into each other’s. Then he kissed me softly, and chuckled some more.
“Don’t tell the guys,” he winked.
I lay back as Randall made love to me now, softly, slowly. Reveling in the heat of our bodies, the sensuality of the candlelight. I was wholly and completely relaxed. All safe and warm and protected, beneath this beautiful mountain of tattooed muscle.
Did you really just say that?
I had. I really had.
But did you mean it?
Somehow I knew I did, with all my heart. And not just Randall either, but all of them. We’d become a package deal, the four of us. A team. Beyond the obvious attraction and sexual chemistry, there was a dynamic of respect, of caring. Of almost… almost…
Family?
It was so hard to say. Hard to see. But it was there, somewhere in the distance. All fuzzy and out of focus, but still breathtakingly within reach.
You want them all.
The admission was easy to make, physically at least. Mentally and emotionally however, I was still working it out in my head.
And what about them? What do they want?
That part I didn’t know. It was entirely possible things were merely physical for them. That they saw me only as a sexual plaything; a warm, wet, welcome distraction from the mission at hand.
It’s not like that… and you know it.
I wanted to believe my instinct. But that’s all it was. Instinct. A feeling in my gut; the same feeling I got when I held Marcus’s hand. The feeling of peace and serenity I felt as my body lay between Randall’s and Holden’s, staring up at the ceiling in the dead of the night. Wondering exactly where these men had come from. Why these men had saved me, cared for me, and taken me under their wing.
“You’re so hot it’s ridiculous,” Randall complained, screwing his eyes shut. He was still grinding away at me, slow and deep. Stretching me from the inside, while pushing my legs even wider. “There’s no fucking way I can keep holding off…”
“Then don’t,” I smiled, rolling my hips. I reached down with both hands and clawed his ass. “Just let it go…”
He looked down at me pleadingly. His eyes, begging me to be serious.
“Fill me,” I whispered, digging my nails in. “Do it.”
His body stiffened, his ass clenching hard as he unloaded inside me. The bearded SEAL crushed me against his tattooed chest. He growled like a cornered animal, burying his face in my shoulder…
“That’s it,” I cried out, counting his pulses. “Put it deep, put it deep… “
His contractions triggered yet another orgasm for me, this one low and powerful. Instead of radiating outward in waves, this one radiated in. An explosion of warmth and heat, showering my very core.
“Ohhh baby, please… put it deeeeeep…”
I was gushing between the legs — sopping wet, totally full. The sounds and scents of our combined sex filled the room.
“Yes, honey…”
My hands finally moved up to caress his face. There was a look there now, buried beneath the post-orgasmic bliss. It was an expression that hadn’t been there before. Of something important, shared between us.
We held each other afterward, with me cuddling in the crook of his arm. Then the shadows in the room shifted again… and I saw Holden in the doorway. He was smiling sadistically. Crooking a finger.
“My turn.”
Forty-One
HOLDEN
I took her in my favorite way, face to face. My lips on hers, kissing her hungrily, guiding her up and down in my lap as she straddled me, chest against chest.
It wasn’t enough to simply have her again. I wanted to connect with her. To let her know that she wasn’t just here for Kyrkos, she was here for us too. That we’d be there for her even beyond what happened next, whether it be for better or for worse.
Honestly, it was a little crazy. Falling so fast, so hard for someone I barely knew. Yet no matter how I tried to rationalize it, Andrea was the perfect partner. She was loving, caring, highly intelligent. Strong yet feminine, and absolutely gorgeous.
On top of all that, she belonged to us. There were connections between she and Randall and I that extended even beyond our shared mission. Each of us had seen loss. Each of us was without family, or even friends, because we’d all dedicated the early part of our lives to other people, other things.
And yes, she loved being shared by us, too. That part was a particularly rare find. To find a woman that open-minded. Someone willing to live out her wildest fantasies and desires, rather than keep them locked away and hidden, in secret or shame.
Randall and I had talked, and we didn’t want to let her go. We needed her to know where she stood, even beyond the physical aspect of our arrangement. Beyond the mutual gratification we’d been taking
in each other, these past crazy days.
I thought about those things as she rode me, eyes closed, her blonde hair cascading all the way down her shoulders, to dance teasingly over the tops of her breasts. I could love her, if I didn’t already. We could love her…
And then there was Marcus — every bit in the same boat we were. He had the same military specialist background. The same reasons for wanting Kyrkos eradicated from the face of the Earth. And yet he had a connection with her too. A fiery sexual chemistry for sure, but also a shared kinship that ran on much deeper levels.
It had been awkward at first, talking with him about Andrea. But after their experience at the hotel, Randall had assured me he was on the same page. We were all on the same page, so to speak. For these reasons, coming together — all four of us, now — wasn’t all that big of a stretch.
Andrea had stopped kissing me to lean backward, resting her hands on my thighs. She was riding me all the way up, all the way down. Rolling her head back so she could revel in the feeling having me inside her.
I watched, spellbound, her hips rolling in a circle as she bottomed out on every thrust. She was definitely winning. Wearing us down… wearing us out…
Our eyes met, and she smiled that secret smile. Her mouth formed two simple words, her front teeth biting down on her lower lip gently:
“Fuck me…”
I buried my face in her breasts. Smothered myself in that soft, warm valley, while surging into her from beneath. Her pussy was a swampy wet mess. Full of heat and arousal and a whole night’s worth of crazy, wanton sex.
When I glanced up, her lips were still moving. Still whispering the same dirty words, over and over again.
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me…”
Her blue eyes found mine and I lost it. It happened quickly, with a loud, shuddering groan.
“Unnggghhh!”
Andrea clutched me against her, nearly suffocating me as I pumped her full of my come. It ran out all over us, there was just so much of it. So much already there, as I surged and spurted and added my own hot load.