by Juniper Bell
“You mean when you were training together?”
“That’s when it started. We were training back country and got stranded by a snowstorm. Found a cabin in the woods and holed up until the weather let up. We slept on sleeping bags on the floor, huddled together to keep warm. Sometime during the second night, Marlowe and Jake started getting it on. Jake’s got a sex drive enough for an army. The man’s an animal.”
“And Marlowe?”
“Marlowe says he’s a scientist and has to explore his sexuality. He’s done plenty of that. He’s about as open-minded as a man can get.”
“He’s not gay?”
“I’m not much for labels. He likes women and men. Had a girlfriend for a while. She went back to the lower forty-eight.”
“And you?”
“I prefer women.” He shot her a sidelong look. “Especially sensual, open-minded women. Like I said, we have a lot in common. I’ve been all over the place, seen all kinds of things. But these guys here are like gold. I always come back here, but not for long. No one’s going to tie me down. Know what I mean?”
She knew exactly what he meant. Before Lars, that could have been her talking. Even earlier today, she would have said those same words. But coming out of Eagle’s mouth, they sounded childish and shallow. Did she still feel that way or had something changed?
Her glance strayed over to Lars, whose mouth had fallen open the way it often did when he slept. She wished she could curl up next to him as if they were back in their snuggly king-sized bed. How she adored sleeping next to him, soaking in the luxurious heat of his body.
“And…Lars? What about him?”
“Lars.” Eagle’s voice took on an almost reverential tone. “Do you know how much discipline it takes to become a champion at his level? I love that man. We all do. We look up to him too. I’d consider it a privilege to suck his cock, even though it’s not my thing.”
She chewed on her lip. It always unnerved her when people talked about Lars with that hint of awe in their voices. She had about as much discipline as a feather drifting with the wind. What could he possibly see in her?
“He’s never brought a woman into our circle before,” said Eagle. “He must think you’re really something.”
“Something?” That didn’t really sound like a compliment. “Well. I guess. He proposed.”
Eagle gave a surprised double take. After another of those long, sweeping looks, he smiled. “Congratulations on your engagement.”
“I haven’t said yes.”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug, making his long black hair fall to the side. “Just a matter of time.”
Katia frowned, feeling disgruntled. He acted as though all Lars had to do was ask and she’d come running. Didn’t she have a say in it? “I’m not the marrying type. You ought to understand that.”
“Lars seems to think you are.”
“If I were the marrying type, would I be in here with you all? Would I have let two strangers make me come while my future husband watched?”
Eagle’s cock, which had gone soft, stirred to life. Katia watched its head go dusky purple. “Why not?”
“Well…would the marrying type watch three men having sex and feel left out? Not to mention hotter than that stovepipe?”
His cock rose further, uncurling against the taut muscles of his leg. Katia’s mouth watered. All that male rutting had left her craving the taste of a man’s flesh. And something about this man—a wild, who-gives-a-crap quality—clicked with something deep inside her.
She tilted her head at him with a wicked smile. “Would the marrying type want to suck you off right here on this bench?”
He went still. Then winked. “All talk, no action.”
Oh, she wanted him. Wanted to get down and dirty with this guy. Wanted her mouth on his cock, his hands on her body. But…
Katia shot an uneasy look at the sleeping Lars. What if he woke up and saw her giving his friend a blowjob?
“Don’t worry,” said Eagle, widening his legs enough so his cock could spring free. “Why d’you think he brought you here? You gotta be yourself.”
The truth of that statement struck her dumb.
She sighed as he gently pushed her head down to his cock. She gathered it into her mouth as if it were water in the desert. Oh, the taste of a new man’s erection. The excitement of discovering how it felt in her mouth, how it tasted. This particular man tasted of salt water. She swirled her tongue around the base, up the ridges and around its smooth head. Blood surged into his flesh and she gloried in the knowledge that it was responding to her, the suction of her mouth, the movements of her tongue.
She loved the feeling of power during a blowjob. Maybe it seemed submissive to bend her head to a man, to pleasure him in such an intimate way. But while her mouth was on a man’s cock, she had him wrapped around her little finger.
Eagle gave a long, drawn-out groan and stretched his legs out to give her more room. She knelt next to him with her head in his lap. In this position she couldn’t see what was going on in the rest of the room, but she heard the stirring of bodies waking up.
“Katia’s blowing Eagle,” murmured Marlowe.
“Lucky bastard,” said Jake.
Katia didn’t hear Lars’ voice. He could still be asleep. Or maybe he found the sight of her performing this sex act too disturbing. Blowjobs were so intimate, so personal.
Eagle smoothed a hand along her spine as if she were a cat. She responded in kind, arching into his touch. “You like this, don’t you?”
She nodded, her mouth full of his flesh, sucking his cock with long, delicious strokes of her tongue.
Eagle’s voice roughened. “God, woman. You’re killing me.”
Good. She wanted him to be as hungry as she was. The sound of the men’s voices had made her pussy pulse with need.
“But you want more, don’t you? I would, if I were you. Not to downplay myself, but I have a feeling I’m not enough for you right now.”
She smiled against his cock. Maybe they were two of a kind.
Eagle whispered to her as he stroked her back, leaving a tingling trail of awareness. “Don’t hold back, babe. You’re beautiful. Nothing you want is wrong. Show us what you need. Everyone’s awake, and they’re all getting real turned-on watching you. We’re with you, Katia. We’re all with you one hundred percent.”
All. That must mean Lars too. She hesitated. If she showed them what she really wanted, Lars would know how deep her needs went. Could he handle it?
“Besides, it’s Wild Nights,” said Eagle. “You can do anything you want. No consequences.”
That did it. Time to put this Wild Nights business to the test.
Without taking her mouth from Eagle’s engorged cock, she changed her position so she rested on her elbows and knees, her head in his lap and her ass high in the air. She felt steam wisp against her sex. Her pussy heated under the attention of three prime studs who couldn’t take their eyes off her cleft.
But still no one moved. She had to show the way. Show them what she needed. She opened her thighs as far apart as they would go, exposing her sex in shameless invitation. Come and get it, was her unspoken invitation. First come, first serve. Plow me deep and hard. I’ll take you all, and then some.
They didn’t wait to be asked twice. She heard a clattering and stomping as the men hurried to her side. Jake clambered up on the bench behind her. “Look at that sweet pussy,” she heard him say. “I gotta have her. Move over, Marlowe.”
“I’ve been jacking off to Playboy in a sod-covered hut for three months. And she’s ten times as hot. Give me a break,” argued Marlowe.
Katia reveled in the feeling of being fought over like a bone among dogs. Her back arched so her ass went even higher into the air. She wanted someone inside her, needed someone. Anyone.
“Oh fuck,” said Jake. “Get out of my way.”
She heard the sound of someone pushing someone else and smiled around the pole of flesh between her
lips. She felt someone settle himself between her thighs and grab her hips. Probably Jake with that mammoth cock of his. She braced herself for the oncoming invasion of male flesh. Her inner walls tightened with anticipation.
Then a voice interrupted. “Wait,” said Lars.
Katia froze, one cock in her mouth, another between her thighs. She’d gone too far. Lars must be horrified, disgusted. He was going to walk away from her after this.
Well, it was what she wanted, right? She wanted to be free and wild.
But the cold feeling in her stomach told her she was wrong, dead wrong. She didn’t want to leave Lars, ever.
Chapter Nine
Everyone stopped, waiting for Lars to speak.
“Condoms,” he ordered. “Not that I don’t trust you guys, but you gotta wear condoms.”
Katia shuddered with relief. A feeling of such joy and freedom flooded her that she nearly started to cry.
“Fair enough. I’ll go get some.” Marlowe scurried out of the room, letting in a blast of cold air from the entryway. Katia shivered as her nipples responded to the sudden chill.
“Don’t worry, Lars, we’ll take good care of your sweetie,” said Jake, leaning forward to fondle her nipples with one bearlike hand. The shift brought his heavy member hard against her ass. She moaned and rippled beneath him as he squeezed the pebble-hard peaks of her breasts.
Eagle’s cock came back to life. “You’re spectacular, you know that?” he said in a low voice. He took one long strand of her hair and ran it through his fingers. “No wonder Lars waited so long to propose to someone.”
Marlowe came back with a strip of condoms. He tore one off and handed it to Jake, then put one on himself. “Is there room for me?”
“Yeah. Come on up,” said Eagle.
Pulling Katia’s mouth from his cock, Eagle shifted so he knelt on the bench. Katia’s tongue worked, missing the feel of his hard flesh. From behind, Jake lifted her upright and held her tight against his chest while Marlowe settled himself on the bench beneath her. The shaggy-haired scientist nudged her knees apart to make room for his legs, then stretched out on his back, his cock pointing toward her like an arrow. She felt the brush of his soft leg hairs on her inner thigh. She smiled down at him and he blinked back like a brown-eyed owl.
Then her breasts were being squeezed together by two giant hands. It must be Jake, kneeling behind her. She recognized his demanding touch by now. Every rough tug drew wild sparks deep in her belly. Marlowe’s eyes went wide as he watched her nipples being teased into juicy peaks.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, she almost didn’t notice when Jake lowered her and offered her nipples to Marlowe. She braced her hands on the bench above Marlowe’s head while he greedily bunched her breasts into his mouth and palms. His tongue darted from the tip of one nipple to the tip of the other, back and forth. Heat flashed between the two throbbing points, like sparks arcing in a downed power line.
“You have the most mouth-watering breasts,” he murmured, rubbing his face all over them. “Sweet as apples. Men would kill to taste these nipples.”
She giggled at his puppylike enthusiasm. Then the sound of a foil wrapper being ripped to shreds made her eyes widen and her pussy clench in anticipation. Jake was about to enter her from behind. Jake the Huge, who’d stretched Marlowe to the limit. What would he do to her?
“Don’t worry,” Marlowe told her with a wink. “We’ll keep an eye on Jake for you.”
She braced herself, thrilling to the unknown. Then that massive cock entered her like a freight train hurtling into a tunnel, pushing a shocked moan from her mouth. Her inner passage clenched him tight. Waves of delight shimmered across her, down her spine, along her skin, all the way to her palms. His sheer size rocked her forward so Eagle’s cock brushed against her mouth. Jake withdrew, then, while Marlowe held her hips steady, powered into her again. She clung to the bench as Jake’s mighty stroke threatened to crack her in half. It might have been frightening if it weren’t so deliriously satisfying to be filled up so completely.
But still, fear danced at the edges of her mind. What if he started going faster, harder? Surrounded by male flesh as she was, what if they all got carried away and forgot she was just human, vulnerable flesh and skin?
Through her rising panic, she felt the touch of a soothing hand on her pussy. She recognized that hand. Lars. Lars knew exactly how she felt right now. He was telling her it would be okay, to let herself go and enjoy this. With knowing strokes, he teased the nub that instantly sparked to life. She rubbed against the welcome friction, and the more she did so, the deeper Jake was able to go. Every time he drove deep, the impact pushed her clit against Lars’ steadying, stroking hand. Soon she was drenched. Her breath came fast, her pulse pounded. Sandwiched between Jake and Marlowe, she trembled on the edge of a cliff, wanting to fall, but wanting this to last forever.
“She’s about to come.” Lars knew her so well. “I want to be in her ass for that. Get off, Jake.”
“What?”
But Jake knew who was boss. Everyone seemed to. He pulled out of her, leaving Katia with an empty, quivering pussy.
Then Lars took his place at her thighs, running his hands over the globes of her ass. “Oh, my sweet,” he murmured. “How I love you. Every part of you. Inside and out.”
Katia answered with a whimper of need. She pushed her hips against Lars’ beloved hand. If someone didn’t get their cock inside her, soon, she couldn’t vouch for the consequences.
“Okay, Marlowe, this is your lucky day,” said Lars. “Go wild.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” said Marlowe. With a fierce grin, he shifted farther up the bench, lifted his hips and slid inside Katia. He wasn’t as big as Jake, but her walls were so primed and ready they welcomed him eagerly.
Marlowe might not have Jake’s size, but he had his own special moves. He corkscrewed his hips in a slow spiral that sent tendrils of fire snaking through her.
“Oh, my sweet Lord,” moaned Katia. After Jake’s hammering, Marlowe’s deliberate strokes brought her to an entirely different level of arousal, exquisitely aware of every detail, every motion.
Lars spread a fingerful of her own juice around her hole, which puckered in anticipation. What if Lars had let Jake take her ass, while Lars took her pussy? The thought made her shudder. Thank goodness Lars had switched things around. He’d been looking out for her this whole time, she realized. Lovely, wonderful, thoughtful Lars. If Lars hadn’t been part of this adventure, it wouldn’t have been nearly so glorious.
No, it went beyond that. Without Lars, she wouldn’t have wanted it. Not anymore.
As he eased himself into her tight hole, a sensation of being split apart shattered her thoughts. Offering her ass to Lars had always made her feel so vulnerable, so fragile. The most forbidden part of herself, given over to her man, to do with as he wished. Now, with the two entrances of her body each plugged with a hard cock, the sense of being stretched to her limits and beyond overpowered her. Her body fused with theirs. No longer was she Katia Ann Pollard, will o’ the wisp. She was liquid pleasure, flowing like gold around the bodies of Lars and his friends. As one thrust, the other withdrew, two masters in a dance of dominance. She surrendered to their teasing rhythm until even her breath followed their lead.
But wait—her mouth needed something too. She opened her eyes and Eagle’s cock appeared before her delirious vision. Her lips fell open, inviting him back inside. Eagle wrapped a lock of her hair around his fist and thrust his cock deep inside her mouth. Her throat muscles strained to accommodate him. Now she felt complete.
The steamy room and the heat from four male bodies moving together made her dizzy with excitement. She loved this floaty feeling. These men were at her service, at her pleasure. And each one played their part. Marlowe took her pussy with achingly masterful strokes. Lars possessed her ass with complete and utter command. Eagle pleasured her mouth. Even Jake crowded close to them with his huge cock in his hand. She welcomed it
s hot rubbing against her side. She gave up all thought of moving her body and became the still center of the four men’s fucking. Never had she felt so desired, so needed, so…blissfully used.
For long moments they moved as one entwined being. The heat cocooned them, the candlelight caressed them. Winter knocked at the sauna walls with icy breath, but inside, nothing existed but quivering limbs and needy moans, the slide of muscles on skin, and the glisten of aroused flesh. Even with her head between Eagle’s thighs, Katia could see the deeply erotic vision they presented. Again she floated outside her body and inside at the same time.
Lars reached around to worm his hand between her and Marlowe. He found her clit and pinched it between two fingers. The sharp sensation shrieked along her sensitized nerves. It was too much, too much. But she had nowhere to go. She was pinned, spread open, impaled, undone. Low moans hummed in her throat and vibrated along Eagle’s cock.
“I can’t…stop,” Eagle choked out before gripping Katia’s head. He came in a long, racking series of spasms. Katia felt his cum overflow her lips. She chased it with her tongue. Wetness was everywhere, on the bench, on Eagle’s thighs, in her long hair caught under his leg. She abandoned herself to it. When he had finished, Eagle collapsed against the wall.
“Oh lord, that’s freakin’ hot,” groaned Jake. “You guys getting close?”
Marlowe grunted and picked up the pace of his strokes. Each thrust pushed Katia’s ass onto Lars’ cock so he could probe even deeper. His hard flesh reached far, far into her, beyond pain, beyond pleasure, into a place that had never been touched before. Not a physical place, but a spiritual one. A pure place that belonged to no one.
Only Lars.
Moans rippled from her lips, empty now of male flesh. Her body bucked between the twin cocks impaling her. “Please, please, please,” she begged.
“Yes, love,” Lars ground out—she knew his jaw must be clenched, his neck muscles straining.
Beneath her, Marlowe’s hand joined Lars’ at her clit. Two hands pressed against her, two cocks battled inside her. That one last bit of intimate pressure sent her off like a rocket. She screamed as the first wave hit her. Screamed again when Lars rammed into her ass with a wild cry. Then Marlowe convulsed beneath her and Jake spurted cum from his clenched fist and everyone held tight to each other as the wild ride took them.