by Lacey Thorn
He slid both her wrists together and held them with one hand. He used his other to pinch and tug her nipples as he sped up.
“I know you like this. I can see how excited you are. I can feel it in how wet your pussy is. You feel so good gripping my cock, clenching around me and working to hold me in.” He shifted his hips, changing the angle of penetration just enough to have her crying out. “You like that, baby? Mmmhmm. I can see how much you do. You going to come for me, baby? I want to feel you coating my cock with your juices.” He continued to pinch and tug her nipples, slamming deep and pressing close enough to give her just the right amount of friction on her clit.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Melda yelled, thrashing against his hold. She wanted to reach for him, to grip his shoulders, run her fingers through his hair, or grab onto his bulging biceps. She just wanted to touch him, hold him, as she flew toward orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he commanded. “Come.”
She flew. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Dominance shouldn’t turn her on this much, but it did. While she was still crying out with pleasure, he pulled his cock free and released her hands to glide down her body until his mouth was at her pussy. He used his fingers to hold her wide and took her with his mouth, using his tongue to fuck her instead. His mouth sucked at her juices, his teeth grazing over her quivering flesh.
“Houston,” she moaned.
He eased back, switching to soft kisses and gentle licks as she came down. Her thighs trembled from the force of her orgasm, and he steadied her with easy touches meant to soothe instead of inflame.
“You’re so beautiful, Melda,” he whispered, then slid completely off the bed.
Darius moved toward her, his rigid cock already sheathed and ready. He walked up from the end of the bed on his knees. He took her feet in his hands and lifted them up as he moved so that by the time his cock was kissing her folds, her feet were at his shoulders. He turned his head and placed a soft kiss on each foot before dropping his hands to grip his shaft and rub it through her juices.
“Keep your feet there for now,” he ordered, and she was more than willing to comply.
He pressed his head inside her pussy, and, holding her gaze, he leaned in, seating himself balls deep inside her. She moaned, her feet automatically pressing against his shoulders as she lifted into him.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Let me know if this is uncomfortable.” He reached down to brace one hand on the bed and leaned over her until she was bent with her knees against her chest, her feet still on his shoulders.
“You’re so deep,” she moaned.
“Feel good?”
“So good,” she promised as he shifted, pulling free before sinking back in. “Ahhh.”
“You’re so wet. Your pussy is like liquid heat licking over my dick. I’m going to make you come again. I want to make you feel so good.”
“Yes,” she agreed with a cry.
He used his free hand to slip under her ass and lift her just a bit more. She rocked up into him, craving each stroke he gave her and demanding more. Already she could feel her body igniting with renewed pleasure. The beginning of another orgasm rippled in her womb.
What would it be like to have this every day for the rest of her life?
“Darius!” she cried his name as he thrust a little faster, surged a bit deeper.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered as she moved against him. “Show me what you want. Tell me.”
“Harder,” she panted. “I need you to fuck me hard. Yes, oh, God. Just like that. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh, God! Daaarrriiiuuusss!” She drew his name out as another orgasm ripped through her. She fought, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open this time. Her legs and toes were tingling. She swore her arms were numb. And this was only her second orgasm.
Darius pulled free of her, his body shaking, and she knew just by looking at him that he had been close to joining her. Cruz immediately joined her but surprised her by rolling them until she was on top of him.
“Help her get up so she can ride my face,” he ordered, and Darius and Houston moved to accommodate.
She gripped the headboard as her knees hit the bed beside his face. He dove in with no reservation, using his teeth, tongue, and hands to work her quickly back up.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she wailed. “I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too much.”
“You can,” Houston told her. “Let Cruz taste your orgasm. Let him gorge on that sweet juice. Ride his tongue.”
She threw her head back and rode.
Darius reached out and began playing with her nipples.
“I’m going to come! Oh, God! Cruz!” She was trembling from head to toe. Her hands were clenched so tightly on the headboard that her fingers were white. Her legs shook with the exertion of staying upright. She was a little afraid she might pass out this time. The pleasure was too much, too intense and powerful, as if she might splinter into pieces from it.
And then she was coming. She could feel Cruz licking and sucking her. Her nipples were hard throbbing points against Darius’s hands.
“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go. We’ve got you. We’ll take care of you,” Houston’s voice whispered from somewhere beside her. And she trusted him. They would take care of her.
She was still gasping when Cruz turned his head to plant a series of kisses along the inside of her thigh.
“I’m on the edge here, darling. If I get my cock in you, I’m coming. As soon as we get you on your back, I’m going to jack my cock off.” He groaned. “I want to see my cum on you.”
“Yes,” she agreed with a moan.
Two sets of hands reached to steady her as Cruz slipped his head from between her knees. He moved quickly, and she found herself eased down until her back met the covers and she was lying limply atop the bed. She blinked her eyes open and licked her lips as she took in the three virile men kneeling on the bed around her, working their cocks with their hands as they watched her with hooded eyes.
She shifted her legs slightly apart and lifted her hands to skim up her belly and cup her breasts, offering the globes to them. “I want to feel your cum on me. I want you to cover me in it.”
They groaned and pumped their dicks faster.
“Oh, yeah. Paint me in your cum.” She licked her lips and ran her thumbs over her nipples. “Mark me.”
Houston pointed his cock toward her chest and came with a roar of pleasure. He hit the top of her breasts with the first jet of semen, then placed a second on her stomach. Cruz joined him, hitting her on the cheek first, then just above her breasts. Darius coated her stomach and thighs. She used her hands to rub it in, coating her skin and fingers with their seed. They groaned with their releases, their eyes showing their possessiveness of her. Watching them, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked some of the cum off, moaning with pleasure at the taste.
“Stay with us?” Houston asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, wondering if he was asking for the night or more.
“Then, since it’s still my date night, I get to claim showering with you,” Houston said with a laugh and scooped her up in his arms.
She laughed as Darius and Cruz grumbled and complained it wasn’t fair. But she could see they were just teasing. Houston wasn’t even concerned with the fact she’d pretty much been bathed in their cum. He just scooped her up close and headed to the bathroom, sitting her on the closed toilet seat while he turned to start the water.
“Body wash is men’s,” he commented. “I think I’ll like smelling my soap on you. Sexy.”
She smiled, her eyes firmly on the tight globes of his perfect ass. Man, she was one lucky woman to have the three of them in her bed.
“Water’s ready.”
“Do you have a toothbrush I can use tonight?”
“Yep.” He crossed and opened a cabinet, pulling two towels out, an unopened toothbrush, and a washcloth. He put the towels out for them and handed her the toothb
rush, keeping the cloth in his hands.
“Go ahead. I’ll join you in just a minute,” she said. She needed a moment to herself to soak in everything that had happened today. She’d quit her job. It had been long overdue, but still. She needed a moment to take a deep breath and process everything.
She caught Houston’s movement out of the corner of her eye as he stepped behind the curtain and pulled it closed. His groan of pleasure filled the air, as well as the steam from the shower.
She took her time brushing her teeth and used some of his mouthwash as well, before joining him. He turned to her immediately, suds dripping down his chest and stomach from the soapy cloth.
“Turn around,” he told her, and she gave him her back, moaning as he moved the cloth over her skin, even reaching down to get the back of her legs. “Turn,” he said again, and she faced him.
He took his time washing her front, being very thorough at her breasts and between her thighs before dropping down again and this time lifting her feet one at a time to cleanse them.
“I could get used to this,” she purred.
“I hope so,” Houston murmured as he rose to his feet, larger than life in front of her.
“What makes me so special? Why do the three of you want me?”
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
“Because you’re you. You’re beautiful, and not just your body, but inside, where it counts most. You’re open and honest, willing to put yourself out there, and faithful to those who are important to you.”
She leaned into him, lifting her head to hold his gaze as his arms came around her. “I’m a little scared,” she confessed.
“I assure you, we all are.”
“I didn’t think Marines knew fear.”
“We know it. We just don’t let it stop us.”
“So this…us…the four of us. Are you planning to stay here? Make a life here?”
He nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“All it takes is one word from you, and you’ll have the three of us underfoot for as long as you allow us.”
“One word, huh?” she asked with a smile.
He nodded. “One word and we stop waiting and start planning.”
“Planning?”
“Your happily ever after.” He bent to brush his lips across hers. “One dream at a time. We’ll do our all to make them come true for you.”
She felt the tears burn in the back of her eyes and dropped her head to his chest. Everything she wanted was right here, within the grasp of her fingers, just waiting for her to reach out and take it. She thought of the joy and love in Deja’s eyes every time she spoke of her three doctors. Melda knew a relationship like the one they were discussing was possible; that happiness could be theirs.
She also knew once she committed herself to them and what they offered, there would be no going back for her.
“What about the three of you? Will you be open and honest? Willing to put yourselves out there? And faithful?”
“We’re Marines. Being faithful is who we are.” He tilted her face up, so her eyes met his gaze again. “We each fell in love with the woman who wrote the letters, who shared little pieces of herself with a soldier just hoping to brighten his day. And you did. We anticipated every mail call, hoping a new letter would arrive. We lived for those letters and made plans to come home to find you, woo you, and claim you.”
“Then I guess there’s only one thing I can do.”
“What’s that?”
Tomorrow was supposed to be her day, but if she did this, if she grabbed for this, then every tomorrow would be her day. All she had to do was take a risk. Take the biggest chance of her life. And believe in love.
“Say yes.”
Chapter Nine
Melda couldn’t believe how much things had changed for her in the last few months. She had a new job as the co-owner of Davis Properties. The guys had jumped in and bought several fixer-up projects, but instead of selling, they’d let her manage them, renting them out as offices or apartments, depending on the building and code. She’d insisted on investing with them as well, making her a full partner with them. Needless to say, she no longer minded if she got her ass patted at work.
Deja and Skye couldn’t believe she’d finally quit, and thankfully, they both liked Darius, Cruz, and Houston. They’d even gotten together with Deja and her three guys. Lots of testosterone at those times. Luckily, they all seemed to get along and she’d even heard them making plans to get together without the women. It was almost too much happiness to accept. But she was taking every bit of it and not letting go.
“Hey, Melda,” Darius called as he walked into their office. “You’ll never believe who just called.”
“Who?”
“Your former dickhead boss,” Houston said as he followed Darius in.
“I still think we should quietly make him disappear somewhere,” Cruz offered with a grunt. “We’ve got skills. No one would ever know.”
She was almost afraid he wasn’t joking. “So what did he want?”
“To make us an offer. He heard you were opening your own management company, and suddenly, he’s looking to retire and move on. Wondered if we’d be interested in buying him out.”
“Are you serious?” She was practically bouncing, thinking of all her buildings, her beautiful buildings. They’d be hers again. She’d be able to make all the upgrades she wanted to with no one to tell her no.
She glanced at the guys. Well, they might argue with her if they thought her choices were wrong. But they wouldn’t just say no. “What do you think? Does it look doable? Do we have the assets to buy him out?”
“I told him to send over the information. Asking price, property list, and values. We’ll probably have to speak with the bank, but I don’t think it will be a problem,” Houston assured her. “We’ll look it over when we get the information from him.”
“Are you ready to call it a day?” Darius asked as he stretched, flexing that amazing body of his and making her mouth water.
Melda nodded. “I was just closing down the computer and planning to go find you.”
Cruz walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Do you know how crazy you make me?” he whispered the question in her ear.
“How crazy?” she purred.
“Every time I see you, I want to touch you, feel your skin under my fingers. I want to taste your lips, lick my way down your body, and feast on the sweet honey of your pussy. Then I want to bend you over and work my cock inside you.”
“Even when I’m wearing a tool belt and working alongside you? When I’m hot and sweaty?”
All three men groaned.
“Especially then,” Darius answered for them.
“Let’s go home,” Houston said.
“Don’t you think we should christen the office? I mean,” she patted her hands on the solid oak of her desk, “this seems pretty stable to me. I could ease my skirt up and let you discover if I’m wearing panties or not.”
Her men perked up, and Cruz rubbed his rock hard cock against her ass. “You’re not wearing panties?”
“You’ll have to discover that for yourselves.”
“Lock the door,” Houston ordered, and Darius took off at a near run.
She laughed as Cruz pushed her forward, forcing her to catch the top of the desk with her hands. He grasped the edge of her skirt and began easing it up. She was glad this was a day when she could dress up, where she had worked exclusively in the office and not on the properties. She’d grown to love the way their eyes lit up when they were shown a little leg.
His hands brushed the bottom of her ass cheeks, his groan filling the air. With a quick jerk, he had her skirt flipped over her ass and bunched at her waist.
“God, you are so fucking incredible,” Houston murmured, his voice rich with lust and desire. For her.
She’d been afraid at first, that the intensity of their lovemaking would lessen t
he more time they spent together. But it hadn’t. If anything, it was growing. Even casual touches ignited their blood, and if opportunity presented, they found themselves wrapped in each other, oblivious to the rest of the world. One of them, two of them, all of them. She had it all, and every day only got better than the last.
Cruz’s fingers speared deep, and she shifted forward with a moan, arching her hips up as he pumped inside her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes. Take me. Right here. Right now.”
Cruz’s hand left her, and she was jerked up and turned around. They made quick work of stripping her from her clothes until she stood in nothing but her heels. Darius lifted her to sit on the edge of the desk and kissed her breathless. Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders and held tight.
She couldn’t stop touching him, could never get enough of touching all of them. She slid her hands down across his chest, over his taut abdomen, until she found the button of his jeans and popped it free. His cock was already a hard length promising untold pleasures as soon as she could free it. Gently, she eased his zipper down and felt the bulge of his dick brush the back of her fingers, making them both groan.
“Condom,” he moaned and held his hand out. Houston slapped one in Darius’ palm and she took it from him once he tore it open.
She rolled it on quickly, while he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs further down his thighs. She wanted to taste him, to lick over his head and suck him into her mouth.
God, she loved having oral sex with them. They were equally talented with their mouths and the things they could do to her with them.
Darius pulled her hips closer to the edge of the desk, and she leaned back, bracing her elbows on the desktop as she spread her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist when he moved into her. One deep thrust and he filled her.
“Oh, God, you feel so good,” Darius moaned.
Houston stepped closer to the desk, and she let her elbows drop, so she lay flat against the desktop. Houston bent and fucked his tongue into her mouth as Darius fucked her with his cock. Cruz moved in closer as well, and she felt the play of his fingers over her throbbing nipples. God, the things they made her feel.