by B. B. Hamel
She kisses me back, slow and sensual. I can feel my cock stirring as I move closer to her. My hands slowly roam down her skin, lightly brushing her, stroking her chest, her stomach, her inner thighs. She moans softly in my mouth, no more than a whimper, and her hands grip my hair .
I slide my left hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. She adjusts slightly, opening her legs. I find her pussy and it’s soaking wet, exactly what I thought. I move down and kiss her neck as I start to tease her pussy .
I press two fingers slowly inside of her, making her moan. “Oh shit,” she says. “Oh, shit. Wait, Aiden .”
I stop. “What’s wrong ?”
She pulls back and looks at me. “Go get Ryan .”
I blink, surprised, before a grin slowly moves across my lips. “Is that an order?” I ask her .
She nods, blushing like mad. “Please,” she says .
I slide my fingers out, excitement coursing through me. “I’ll be right back .”
I stand, unashamed of my hard cock tenting my shorts. She gets a good look at it as I turn and head inside. I get myself under control before going upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time .
“Ryan!” I shout outside of his door. “Get out here !”
A second later, he opens the bedroom door, drying his hair. He’s wearing just a pair of shorts. “What’s up ?”
“Emily wants us,” I say .
He looks at me for a second. “What about ?”
I grin at him. “Better hurry up. I think she’s getting impatient .”
I turn and go back downstairs. I can hear him trailing behind me. Together, we head outside .
Emily’s sitting on the large stairs that lead into the shallow end of the pool, her feet in the water. I walk over to her and she looks up. “Is this what you wanted ?”
She nods at me, her mouth hanging open. She’s still blushing like crazy. I sit down next to her, pull her against me, and I kiss her .
Ryan gets the idea. He sits down on her other side and I can sense his hands on her body. He spreads her legs and slowly presses a hand down her bikini bottom, feeling her slick pussy .
I kiss her neck. She turns and starts to kiss Ryan as I tease her breasts. I reach around the back and untie her bikini top, unclipping it, letting it fall off. I feel her perfect exposed breasts as she moans softly, kissing Ryan .
I slip down into the water. I grab her hips and turn her around. She groans as I get her on her knees, water coming up to mid-thigh, her pussy up out of the water. I pull her bottoms down slowly as she keeps kissing Ryan .
Her delicious little ass and pussy look so incredible, dripping wet, ready for me. I grab her hips and push my mouth between her legs, sucking and licking her pussy from behind. She moans as she kisses Ryan, getting faster and deeper .
She gasps and pulls back from Ryan. “The other guys could be home soon,” she says .
I press two fingers inside of me. “Not for another hour or two,” I say .
Ryan shifts up and pulls his shorts down. He strokes himself in front of Emily .
“Suck that cock,” I say softly .
She moans as I fuck her pussy with my fingers. She goes to work on Ryan. I don’t know if there’s anything sexier, watching her suck cock while I work her pussy from behind, getting her nice and slick .
I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been so patient, but I’m out of patience now. I get back down on my knees and suck and lick her pussy, wanting to get her off. I want to see her come with that cock down her throat .
Ryan groans and I know she can suck cock like it’s her job. I push her, working that tight cunt, lapping her up and sucking it all down .
“How’s that fucking taste back there?” he asks me .
“Perfect,” I say. “How are those lips wrapped around your cock ?”
He takes her hair, pushing her down. “Fucking fantastic. And this tight little throat? She’s such a dirty girl for cock, isn’t she ?”
“Can’t get enough of it,” I say, sliding my fingers in and out of her, fucking her faster. “I don’t think there’s anything sexier than making her come .”
“Fuck,” Ryan groans. “Make her come while my cock’s in her throat .”
“That’s the plan,” I say. “How’s that sound, Emily? Think you can get off with Ryan’s cock down your pretty throat ?”
She groans in response as I go back to work, sucking and licking her pussy, going faster and faster. I can tell she’s close as she presses back against me, and I’m totally lost in the moment, overwhelmed by desire. Ryan’s groans, her moans, everything drives me absolutely wild .
When she comes, Ryan pushes her down his shaft, making her deep-throat his cock. She moans and comes hard, and I can taste every single bit of it. I don’t relent either, I keep pushing her, taking her further, slapping her ass and tonguing her clit .
Ryan groans as he grabs her hair, grunting, and I know he’s coming. I tease Emily with my fingers as he comes in her throat. I watch as she swallows every single drop, and I’m so fucking hard I can barely stand .
When he’s finished, I pull her off him. “You’re not done yet,” I say, sitting back down. I pull my shorts down, revealing my cock. “Get back to work .”
She kisses me softly before sucking my cock. It’s the sweetest, sexiest little gesture, and I know I won’t last long. Ryan towels off, moving over to sit on the chairs. She takes me deep into her throat, wild for my cock .
“You weren’t kidding,” I call out. “This fucking throat is driving me insane .”
“You should feel the way she swallows your cum. Just wait for it .”
I groan and she sucks me faster and faster, lips working hard on my shaft. I can feel my orgasm building up inside of my core. I know I can’t hold it back any longer .
As I come, I press her down deeper. She gags but she swallows all of my cum, not stopping herself even for a second. Pleasure blooms and explodes through me, overtaking everything in my mind. I can barely handle it, and I think I almost black out .
Slowly I finish. She moves up and kisses my lips. I feel her bare breasts against my chest and I hold her like that for a little while .
Soon, she gets out of the water. She pulls up her bottoms and Ryan helps her get her top back on. He kisses her slowly and deeply as I towel off and sit down on a chair .
They sit on their chairs after a second, and the three of us spend the rest of the afternoon in the sun together, laughing and talking like nothing just happened. It’s the most comfortable and happiest I’ve felt since coming out here, all because of Emily. She’s the glue that keeps all of this together, and I don’t want to be away from her, not for a second .
13
Emily
A fter the rest of the guys come back from lunch, and they start planning out tonight’s party, I retreat back into my bedroom. I curl up on a little couch in the corner, my Kindle in my hand, and I stare at the screen, pretending to read .
But I can’t concentrate. I keep thinking back to that moment with Aiden, before anything with him and Ryan happened. I keep seeing that, over and over, and I keep hearing his words .
I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I told him to go get Ryan. I’ve never done something so bold in my entire life. And he could easily have gotten angry about it, because it could have been seen as insulting. I was telling him that I didn’t want him alone, but I wanted both him and Ryan .
It wasn’t about him. I would have been perfectly happy with just Aiden, because that man’s gorgeous and kind and funny and sexy. But I knew Ryan was home, and I knew I could have them both if I wanted, and so I told him to go .
And he did it. I still can’t believe it. What came after was incredible, felt so good, but that moment where I ordered him to go get Ryan… that was something special .
It hits me all at once. This whole time, I’ve been assuming that they have the power in this. They’re all big, strong, rich, handsome men, and they’re all totally out
of my league. But for some reason, they’re all really into me .
I have the power. I’m the one in control. They’re all going to come after me, no matter what I do. The feeling is strange, one I’ve never had before, and I don’t know what to do with it .
I’m afraid, if I’m honest. I don’t know why I am, but it’s the truth. Maybe I’m afraid of hurting them, or maybe of them losing interest in me. I don’t know how all five guys could possibly be okay with sharing me like this, but so far… it’s working, and it feels good .
I should probably choose one of them. I know that’s the reasonable, logical thing to do, but right now I don’t feel reasonable or logical at all. In fact, I feel completely emotional and irrational and it feels really, really good .
Of course, there’s still Henry to consider. He doesn’t want me getting involved with any individual guy, and I can’t even imagine how he’ll react to me getting with all of them at once. He’ll totally lose it, and I’m absolutely terrified of that .
Clearly not terrified enough to stop though. Maybe I need to stop using Henry as an excuse to go all in. Or maybe I need to actually respect him enough to stop doing what I’m doing, and choose one of the guys like a normal girl would .
I chew on these questions for the next few hours. There’s a knock at my door around six, and Henry comes in. “Coming to the party?” he asks me .
I nod. “Yeah, might as well .”
He grins at me and sits down at the edge of my bed. “Hey, you know, I’m happy you’re here .”
I smile at him. “Thanks, me too .”
“Have you heard from Mom and Dad ?”
I shake my head. “Not really. I guess they’re having too much fun to check in with their homeless daughter .”
He laughs softly. “Well, don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it .”
I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean ?”
“When you go back to school, I’ll get you a place .”
“Henry,” I say .
“No, please,” he says quickly. “I know it’s weird or whatever, but let me do it. Obviously I can afford it, and I haven’t been the best older brother…” He trails off, looking at the floor. “I guess I want to try and do something nice for you .”
“Okay,” I say softly. “I don’t need or want you to do anything for me, though .”
“I know.” He grins at me. “But what good’s a rich older brother if he never buys you shit ?”
I laugh as he stands up. I get up too and go over to give him a hug. It’s a little awkward, but it’s a good step. I’m happy when he leaves the room .
But of course, that only makes my feelings more complicated. Dread and guilt threaten to overwhelm me as I go to get ready for whatever raging party they have planned .
* * *
“I s that an entire pig?”
Carter laughs. “Sure is .”
I stare at the thing, shoved down along a spit as it roasts over a fire. The theme of tonight’s party is a Hawaiian luau. There are palms everywhere, brightly colored decorations, and I even have a lei around my neck. Fortunately, Henry gave it to me, so I didn’t have to suffer through any lame “hey, wanna get lei’d” jokes from any of the guys .
“It’s gonna be good,” Carter says, practically licking his lips. “Seriously, look at that thing .”
“I didn’t realize you were such a carnivore .”
He adjusts his glasses, looking serious. “That pig already died for us, Emily. The least we can do is honor its spirit by eating the fuck out of it .”
I laugh and sip my wine. Carter grins at me and wanders off to get a closer look at the pig .
I blend back into the crowd. There are a lot of people here, even more than normal. I wonder where he found all these people. There are piles of food set up buffet-style next to the pool, and the private beach is full of people, this time with two separate bonfires raging .
I spot Aiden in the crowd and he smiles at me, but before he can come over to talk to me, I disappear behind a group of loudly gesticulating Russian guys in tracksuits. I don’t know why I’m running away from him, but I suddenly feel so guilty about Henry’s offer from earlier .
I didn’t even want to chat with Carter, even when he was being pretty tame. He tried flirting with me, but I didn’t take the bait. I keep thinking about Henry’s offer, and while it’s totally unnecessary, it does show that he’s trying really hard to remedy our relationship .
And here I am, being such a shitty sister. All I need to do is be nice to him, try to get to know him, and not fuck his friends. Instead, I’ve gotten with all of them, and done more than just kiss. I haven’t actually had sex, not yet at least, but we’re building to it. I can feel it deep inside of my core, I’m going to sleep with more than one of them, I just know it. And that’ll be all at once .
I shouldn’t do it, but I want it. I can’t tell what my motivations are, though. Part of me thinks that I’m doing it just because I like the attention, but I actually do like these guys. They’re all different, and yet so much the same. They all make me feel a specific kind of special and happy, and all together they make me feel… complete .
“Excuse me?” A woman’s voice pulls me from my reverie, thick with a Russian accent
I turn over to her. She’s beautiful, tall, and slender, clearly some kind of model. Her hair is pulled back tightly from her face, her green eyes bright and shining, her cheekbones higher than a sky rise .
“Yes?” I ask, feeling clumsy just standing near her .
“I couldn’t help but notice. That man over there, he is staring at you, yes ?”
I follow her gaze and spot Daniel at the edge of the crowd. When I meet his eyes, he smirks and nods at me. I quickly look away .
“Looks like it,” I say to her .
“You are, ah… his girlfriend ?”
I shake my head. “Not really .”
“I see. And that man, the one over there, near that pig. Is he your man ?”
I realize she’s talking about Carter. “No, not him either .”
“Ah,” she says, smiling at me. “And the one you ran from — “
“Are you stalking me?” I ask her, turning red .
She laughs lightly, totally unashamed. I wish I could have even a piece of her audacity and self-confidence. “No, not at all. I simply noticed this thing that is happening to you .”
“What’s that?” I ask her .
“These man, they all want you. Have you ever been wanted like this before ?”
I gape at her. “Are you… what ?”
She laughs again. “I am sorry. I am not very… how do you say? Subtle ?”
“I can see that,” I say .
“It is just, I was so bored, you see. My man over there, Sergei, he is talking with business friends, yes? Very boring, all talk, talk, talk, no time for Nadya. So I watch people, yes ?”
I glance at the group of Russian guys. I can’t imagine this beautiful woman is with any of those boring-looking Slavic guys, but they must be pretty important and rich if they’re at this party .
“So you noticed me,” I say to her .
“Yes, when you ran from that man, I noticed. And I looked around, noticed some more.” She purses her lips. “Have you been wanted in this way before ?”
“No,” I admit to her. “And I was just thinking about calling it off .”
She looks surprised. “Call off? Why do that ?”
“My brother doesn’t want me involved with them .”
She laughs lightly at that. “Family is important, yes? Very true, I know this. But being wanted by men such as them… this is a rare thing, yes? A special gift .”
I sigh. “It’s complicated,” I say .
She waves that comment away with a look on her face like she just smelled something bad. “Complicated, complicated, what is this, complicated? Everything complicated. Life complicated. That is no excuse .”
I frown at her. I don’t know why
I’m letting this Russian supermodel girl berate me like this, but she’s so interesting. I can’t help myself. And besides, I haven’t actually talked to anyone about my situation yet, so it does feel good to have it out in the open for once .
“What do I do then?” I ask her. “I don’t want to hurt my brother. But I do like…” I trail off .
“Of course you like. These men, they are gorgeous men, real men. They take care of you, yes? Sexually ?”
I gape at her. “What?” I sputter .
“Of course they do,” she says, ignoring my reaction. “Men like that, they are insatiable, they take, but they give as well. So what do you do?” She shakes her head. “I do not know .”
I sigh. “That’s not helpful .”
“I never said I was helpful. If these men wanted me, I would let them want me, but that is just me .”
I nod thoughtfully. “Is it wrong, to do that to my brother ?”
She shrugs. “Right, wrong. Who knows? Brother shouldn’t be so controlling, yes? He should understand more .”
“Would your brother understand this ?”
She laughs. “Oh no, my brother, he oligarch back home in Russia, you know what this is? Big strong man, very rich, very tough. If many men want me, and I give those men what they want, he kill them all. And possibly me as well .”
I stare at her, eyes wide. “Your brother would murder you for sleeping with multiple men at once ?”
“Maybe,” she waves her hand. “Your brother not oligarch, you will be okay .”
I want to say something else, but a man’s voice barks over toward us in Russian. Nadya turns to him and says something back, smooth and calm. She glances back to me. “Man calls me now, boring brute. You take your men, okay ?”
“Sure,” I say .
She walks off, joining the group of tracksuit-wearing men, and they all start talking in Russian .
I stand there, not sure what to think. That was totally bizarre. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone see through me so quickly and so thoroughly. She observed me for like a minute, and somehow she figured out my deepest, darkest secret .