by Ember Cole
Around me, the six others are stoking my desire higher and higher. My breasts, my belly, my face, hands, and legs. All are being stroked and kissed and cherished by the sexiest, sweetest, dirtiest group of men I’ve ever met. And I love it.
Vance parts my wet folds with his thick cock, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m nervous, but I’m ready. I want this more than anything.
But the brothers aren’t done with me yet. Tanner and Jackson each take one of my hands, pressing my wrists into the carpet beside my head. Greyson and Memphis run their hands from my thighs to my knees, back and forth, the gentle pressure spreading my legs wider, holding me in place.
My pussy flutters. I’m open and exposed and completely at Vance’s mercy.
And I fucking love it.
Vance’s eyes drop to my center and flare with heat. I whimper, wanting him to take what I’m offering. Needing him to feed that thick cock into my pussy and take my innocence.
As if he hears my thoughts, he leans over me, takes his cock in his hand, and presses against my opening. He groans, sinking into me inch by inch, and my body frantically tries to accommodate the massive intrusion. I can’t, I realize, beginning to panic. I’m too tight. He’s too big. Too much. I’d thought Reed broke my barrier yesterday in the barn, but Vance is huge. This isn’t going to work. I whimper, shaking my head.
Reed smooths my hair back from my face and presses a kiss to my lips. “You can take him, baby, I promise,” he murmurs against my lips. “Open up for him. Give us what we need.”
I nod, and Vance presses in a little farther.
“So tight,” he chokes out. “So damn tight. Jesus.”
“Mmm, there you go, baby,” Reed whispers. “I’m going to fuck you next, Amelie. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
My hips buck at his words, drawing Vance even deeper inside me. My eyes go wide, and I gasp.
“You okay?” Vance asks.
“Yes,” I choke out. “But I need…”
I don’t have to finish, because Vance knows what I need. All my men do. With a groan, Vance pushes the rest of the way in. All the air whooshes from my lungs and my eyes water, but it’s not painful. I’m just so…full. Overwhelmingly full.
“More,” I gasp. “Please. More.”
“Fuck,” Memphis groans. “I’m going to come right now, just watching her take her first dick.”
Vance moves then, thrusting in and out of me, going deeper with each long, slow slide. The friction is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
“Look at me, Amelie,” he says, and I open my eyes. His face is soft even though I can see he’s straining to go slow, to make this first time good for me. I meet his eyes, and seeing the feelings I have for him reflected back melts my heart even more. This is more than sex, more than just ridding myself of my virginity. More than lust. It’s a physical expression of love. Vance is the man inside me, but I can feel it from the others, too.
I’m glad I chose these men. I can’t imagine any other experience being as perfect.
Then men release my limbs. Before I can reach for him, Vance pulls out of my body, and I want to cry. But I don’t have long to wait because Reed is there. He thrusts into me, filling me completely. He’s sitting on his knees with my ass resting on his powerful thighs, my knees bracketing his ribs. The penetration is deeper now, the angle altered just slightly. Reed’s cock is wider than Vance’s, and he stretches me with each stroke. It feels so good, having him drive into me over and over again.
Vance leans in and presses a tender kiss to my lips. “Thank you,” he says, then moves away.
Tanner takes his place and kisses me, his eyes dancing. “You are so beautiful,” he says.
Reed ups his pace, and I gasp at the pleasure of it. I hardly recognize the breathy little moans coming from my mouth. I feel the tension in his muscles, and I know he wants to fuck me hard, but he holds back, exercising all the control he’s got to make this good for me. The thrill of all that raw, male power, barely leashed, makes me clench hard around his cock, needing more.
I feel a small pillow being placed under my neck, and someone tilts my head back, exposing my throat. Jackson is there. He kisses my mouth from that upside-down angle, swallowing my moans, nipping at my lips. Then he moves over me, on hands and knees, until his knees are on either side of my head. He guides his cock between my lips.
“Taste me, Amelie. I want to be inside you, too. Fill you up completely.”
I don’t hesitate, sucking his thick cock deep into my mouth. The position allows him to sink straight into my throat. His groan of pleasure when he does just that makes me clench around Reed’s cock even harder. I love the sensation of being filled so deeply by two men at once. Of receiving pleasure, but also giving it. I reach up to massage Jackson’s balls, and he starts to thrust into my mouth. I open my mouth as wide as it’ll go, wanting his cock buried as deeply inside me as Reed’s is. Wanting to choke on it.
“Fuck,” Jackson says, barely able to get the word out. “That’s it. Take me all the way down. Swallow my cock.”
I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I writhe beneath Reed, arching my hips into each powerful thrust, loving how the force of them pushes Jackson’s cock even deeper. I’m so close, the tension winding tighter and tighter deep inside me. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision. If I don’t breathe soon, I’m going to pass out.
“That’s it, baby,” Reed says. “Come for me. Come on my cock.” He pinches my clit, rolls it between his thumb and finger, and suddenly it’s all too much. My muscles tighten until I think I’m going to shatter. Pleasure burst through in a wave. My muscles clench on Reed’s cock and ripple outward in hot waves of pure bliss. Jackson pulls out of my mouth and I suck in air, gasping with the power of my climax.
“Jesus,” I hear someone say, but there’s no time to figure out who.
Reed curls over me, pounding into me now. “I love seeing you swallow Jackson all the way down that sexy throat,” he grinds out. “I love seeing you filled up like this.”
His thrusts are becoming less regular, less controlled. “I’m coming,” he gasps. “Fuck, I’m coming right now.” He pulls out of me and hot streams of come spurt across my belly as Reed groans with each pulse.
“Goddamn, that’s so fucking hot,” Memphis says. He’s above me, working his cock with his hands, staring at me lying there on the floor, nude and nearly senseless with pleasure.
“It’s my turn to fuck that mouth,” he says, nodding at his twin.
Greyson coaxes me onto on all fours. He hardly pauses before driving into me. “I want to take your ass,” he says. “But your hot little pussy fits me just right, doesn’t it? Like a goddamn glove. Brother?”
“Right here.” Memphis guides his cock between my lips. I lick the tip, but he’s not having any of that. He grabs my head and thrusts in firmly, forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I moan and inhale through my nose.
Without a word, the twins fall into a tandem rhythm. Memphis thrusts into my mouth, while Greyson is on the withdraw, then Greyson driving home in as Memphis pulls back, giving me a chance to breathe. They are perfectly in sync, and the tension begins to wind low in my belly all over again. I try to keep up, swirling my tongue around the fat head of Memphis’s cock every chance I get, clamping down on Greyson’s with every thrust.
Then I feel Greyson’s finger tracing the tight pucker of my ass. “I want all your holes filled,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Remember how much you liked that, sugar?”
“Fuck, yeah, she did,” Memphis moans and stutters slightly before regaining the perfect rhythm once again.
Knowing what to expect this time, my muscles give way easier. The sense of fullness overwhelms me. Memphis’s cock fills my mouth and throat, Greyson’s rock-hard dick fills my pussy, and those magic fingers slide in and out of my ass, perfectly in time with the twins’ thrusting.
“Relax your throat,” Memphis says to me. “Let my cock slide down like you d
id Jackson’s. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.”
The position makes it harder than before, but I try and I find that with each grind of his hips, I can take more of him.
“Goddamn, look at her swallow it all,” Greyson says, gasping. “She’s a fucking champ at giving head.”
I feel Memphis stiffen. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Greyson groans. He pulls out and his come spurts all over my ass.
“Switch,” Memphis says. “I want a turn.”
He guides me to my back once again and, grinning, nudges into my opening.
I wrap my legs around his hips, loving the feeling of his pelvis grinding into mine. His strokes are faster than Greyson’s had been, which suits me. I’m tight and aching to come again. He changes his angle slightly, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.
Tanner kneels beside me. Tilting my face to the side, he traces my lips with his cock.
“All I’ve thought about this evening is how perfect your mouth was going to look wrapped around me,” Tanner says. “Now I’m going to see if fantasy matches reality.”
“Show Tanner how hot that mouth is,” Memphis says. He raises a little to give Tanner room, and now there’s a new cock between my lips.
I tease the tip with my lips and tongue before sucking him inside.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Memphis says. “Wrap those lips around him and suck him off.”
I suck harder, loving that Memphis and the others are watching me. Memphis squeezes my breasts, pinching my nipples. The tiny pinpricks of pain shoot electric currents right to my clit. I arch up into Memphis’s hands. With Tanner’s cock stuffing my mouth, my cries of pleasure are reduced to a low rumble deep inside my throat.
Memphis shudders above me and, calling out my name, pulls out and comes all over my belly. “Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily, rubbing his come into my skin. “That was fucking amazing.”
He shifts out of the way and Jesse slides inside. He’s a little narrower, but longer, reaching deeper than any of the others, hitting spots that light up nerves I didn’t know I had. I squeeze my eyelids shut, my eyes watering. But it’s not pain, it’s pleasure.
Tanner increases his strokes. His balls swing heavy with each deep thrust. Needing air, I swallow hard, and that’s all it takes to push Tanner right over the edge. He groans as he empties himself into me, all his warm, musky come sliding down my throat.
Jesse keeps right on rolling his hips, sliding easily in and out of my wetness. He’s calm on the outside, but I can see the strain beginning to etch lines around his mouth. Something inside me wants him to lose control for once, and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to figure out a way to do it. I grab his hips, trying to pull him in even deeper.
His eyes blaze and I think, there it is. There’s what he’s hiding. I dig my nails into his skin. “More,” I whisper. “Give me more, Jesse.”
“Anything,” he growls, his hips stuttering. “Everything.”
He yanks himself out of me and pumps his release all over my breasts. Jackson and Reed are there to draw that warmth to my nipples, pinching and tugging the way I like.
“Up,” Vance says. He lies on the floor, guiding me to straddle him. I brace my hands on his chest. He guides his cock as I sink down, taking him in. It’s deeper than any of the other ways I’ve been taken, and he bottoms out. I gasp at the sensation of him buried all the way inside me and shift around, trying to alleviate the intense pressure.
Vance smiles up at me and draws my chest to his. The change is just enough to turn that pressure into intense pleasure. He takes my hips in his big hands and starts to guide me in a rhythm that matches his slow thrusts.
“Feel good?” he asks.
I nod. In this position, I can feel his hot skin and the light dusting of crinkly hair on his chest brushing against my nipples. I love it.
“Close your eyes,” he says, and I do, trusting him completely.
Hands cover my breasts, kneading and teasing the nipples. With my eyes closed, the sensations are more intense. My hips jerk, and I hear Vance chuckle. “Easy, Amelie.”
He guides me back into rhythm. “Lean back. Brace your hands on my thighs.”
I follow his directions. I trust him to know what feels good.
In this position, Vance’s cock presses deep, dragging against the front of me from the inside. It’s so fucking good, I want to cry. My eyes are closed, but someone is in front of me, touching me, thrusting fingers and tongues driving my pleasure higher and higher. Vance holds me as I come apart, shudders of pleasure rippling through my body.
I feel wrung out, like a used dishcloth, so limp and sated and exhausted. Someone lays me down on the soft floor, cushioning my head with pillows. Someone else gently wipes my skin clean. There are male bodies beside me, keeping me safe and warm, and someone drapes a blanket over me before we drift off to sleep.
15
VANCE
It’s well after midnight when I leave the library. We would all have been more comfortable in our beds, but none of us wants to leave Amelie. She’s snuggled between Reed and Jackson on the floor, a faint smile on her lips. Memphis and Greyson are camped out nearby, each with an arm thrown over his head, identical even in sleep. Tanner is in one of the chairs, slouched down, his head tilted to the side, snoring lightly. Jesse is stretched out on the couch, flat on his back, his hands folded across his stomach.
The room smells of sex and sweat. Not entirely surprising given that there was a lot of sex and a lot of sweat happening just a couple hours ago, but I need some air.
I tiptoe out of the library, leaving the door ajar, and head for the front porch. I don’t bother with clothing since no one else is around. The night air cools my bare skin. I breathe deeply and settle into one of the rocking chairs that have graced the front porch as long as I can remember. There is only a sliver of moon, but as my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness, I can make out the familiar shapes of trees and outbuildings. It’s quiet except for the night insects, the creak of my old rocker, and the hoot of an owl in the distance.
“May I join you?”
She’s wrapped in the throw from the couch, her hair disheveled and her lips swollen from the kisses of seven men.
I smile, welcoming her on my lap.
She lays her head against my chest, and for a moment I just savor holding her. I play with her hair, silky curls sliding between my fingers. I stroke the curve of her cheek, her skin fine-textured and soft. I trace the curve of her lips, feeling her warm, even breath on my fingers.
This woman has crawled into my lap, just like she’s crawled into my cold heart and made a place for herself. I can’t help but wonder why she chose me to be her first. But I’m glad.
She kisses me. It’s soft, gentle, intimate. Something stirs in me. I deepen the kiss, but still take it slow. I can barely see more than her outline, but I can smell and taste her, and I want her again.
“Can I ask you something?” she asks, pulling away to cuddle into my chest.
“Sure.”
“Your parents,” she says.
Pain spears through my heart, still raw after all these years.
“What happened? I mean I know it was a car accident, but you carry a lot of guilt. I can see it every time you talk about them.”
This is the very last thing I want to talk about. Ever. But somehow it feels right to share this with her. And so I tell her the thing I’ve been carrying around for years, the thing I’ve never told another human being. Not even my brothers.
“It’s my fault they’re dead,” I say. “Dad had asked me to come home. He’d told me the ranch was struggling. He’d asked me to look over the finances and help him make some hard decisions about the ranch.”
“But you didn’t want to?”
I shake my head. “All I ever wanted was to escape, be my own man. I wasn’t interested in ranching. I saw how hard an existence it was and wanted something more. I had a job in the city, and I was starting my make my life w
hat I wanted it to be. I loved my parents, but I didn’t want to get sucked back into running the ranch just as I’d gotten away. So I told him I was too busy to make the drive.”
I let out a deep breath. “Since I wouldn’t come to the ranch, Mom and Dad decided to bring the ranch to me. He gathered up the books, and they were heading into the city for the weekend to meet with me and get my opinion on things.” My throat tightens.
“But they never made it.”
“No. They left after chores that evening, and Dad fell asleep at the wheel.”
I close my eyes against the pain. I remember getting the knock at the door of my apartment at midnight. The state troopers with stony expressions asking if I was Vance Maddox. They’d found my address in Dad’s phone in the wreckage. I remember every second of going to the hospital, identifying my parents’ bodies, and wondering how in the hell I was going to tell my younger brothers they had just lost both parents. Because of me.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Amelie says, jolting me out of my dark memories.
“If I had just gone home that weekend instead of them trying to come to me… If I’d taken a few minutes to look over the finances instead of being an asshole, offered some advice…”
“You can what-if things to death,” Amelie says. “There are a million variables that go into accidents like that. You can’t say it was all your fault.”
I’ve been through that line of reasoning in my head a thousand times. But it never makes as much sense as accepting that my actions could have changed that outcome. Still, it feels good to have someone else tell me. Maybe one day I’ll believe it.
“And besides,” Amelie says, “look what you did. You saved the ranch. And all your brothers are together still. I can’t imagine your parents could have wanted anything more. I’m sure they’re proud of you.”
The assurance in her voice eases the squeeze in my chest. I want to believe her. I want to be good enough. I want to look ahead instead of behind. Maybe, with Amelie’s help, I can take the first steps toward forgiving myself.