Swimming with Harry, him by my side the entire time, had been an erotic experience all by itself. He’d made sure to steady me every time a larger wave rolled in, his hands on my hips. That our bodies tended to glide together had added a thrilling element. Especially since I was all too aware his erection hadn’t waned.
Afterward, he’d tied a towel around his hips then walked me back inside the hotel and to my room door, tapping my nose before he left and repeating the invitation his frat brother had issued. “See you in a little while,” he’d said.
I’d smiled, not answering, and closed the door. As soon as his footsteps had faded away, I’d run to my bed, squealing and laughing, hugging a cool pillow to my overheated skin.
Carrying my keys and cell phone, I let myself out of my room and strode toward his door. I stood outside it, my ear cocked toward the sounds inside. The music was loud all right, but I didn’t hear many voices. Only male ones. I hoped I wasn’t too early.
As I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open. Mal grinned down at me, a tendril of his curly black hair hanging over his forehead, his brown eyes sparkling. He reached out and dragged me over the threshold. “You must be Muriel.”
“Y-yes,” I said, wondering if he memorized the names of every girl they’d invited. But then I looked around and discovered I was the only girl. My brother and his three teammates were the only people there. What is going on? “Thought this was a party.”
Harry stood and walked toward me. His gaze swept over my frame then settled on my face. “Mind a party of five?” he asked, his voice smooth.
“Just us?” I gulped and glanced at the other guys. They were all eyeing me, their interest blatant in the way they ogled my short dress and toned legs.
“I’ll get you a beer.” He held out a hand toward the guys seated on the suite’s sofa and arm chairs. Sam handed him a beer from the cooler beside his feet.
“Thought you might feel more comfortable if you opened it yourself,” he said. “Nothing funny going on. Promise.”
I’d heard enough lectures on campus about date-rape drugs to understand what he was telling me. No funny stuff. I wouldn’t wake up nude and drooling and not knowing what had happened to me. But what was their plan? Because I knew they had one. They were too quiet. Too assessing. I popped open the can and took a long gulp. “Names?”
Harry jerked his chin toward Sam. “You’ve already met Sam. The big guy’s Karo. That’s Mal,” he said, with another nod.
“Sam, Karo, Mal…Harry. Got it.”
Karo leaned forward, his large body looking ridiculous in the narrow arm chair. “Harry says you’re a Razorback?”
He said it with a half-smile that didn’t make it to his narrowed gaze.
“Yes. Junior year.”
“Your degree?”
“Botany,” I lied. It was near enough to biology, and I’d taken enough classes in the area that I wouldn’t stumble if they asked me questions about my chosen field.
“Um…” I crossed my arms in front of me, and then realized I’d just pushed my boobs higher—boobs with tightened tips. Something they couldn’t miss because as I stood there, the center of their attention, I was growing aroused.
How could I not? Four handsome, well-built guys—all football players with hard bodies. All staring me up and down like I was a present ready to unwrap. “What’s going on here?” I asked, my voice smaller than before, reedier.
Harry cleared his throat. “Nothing. If that’s what you want.”
“And if it’s not what I want?” I asked, my tone rising with my nervousness.
“That’s up to you.” Harry said. “Seems like you were friendly with Sam. Then with me. And since we didn’t want to have to wrestle over who had first dibs—”
“I met her first” Sam said, a blond brow arching.
“Since we were both interested, we thought, maybe, to be fair, you should meet us all first.”
“All?” So, my IQ was diminished by the amount of testosterone filling up the room. Could I be blamed?
“We thought, maybe, you’d consider…all of us.” When my eyebrows shot up, he raised his hands. “Don’t trip. If that’s not something you want, no worries. We’d still like you to stay, but if…that sounds like something you might like to try…”
The men shared glances then homed their gazes back on me. I almost took a step back at the narrow-eyed intent they all displayed. Every one of them was tense with excitement. I could see it in the rippling of arms, the way toes dug into the carpet, the way they remained so quiet—because these guys never were.
I’d thought it would take the week to seduce one. I could have all four? I shook my head. “That’s crazy.”
“Think about it,” Harry said. “We’ll make this a phone-free zone.” He pulled his cell from the back pocket of his shorts and held it up. “You can gather them,” he said, tossing it onto a side table. “Like I said. No funny stuff. And we’d make this good for you. Anything you want. We’d cool it on the beer. Stick to soda. Whatever you need to know we’re in this for the experience. And we’d never come looking for you. No pics on social media, no talking about this outside of this group.”
My jaw sagged a moment before I clamped it closed. “You thought this all up on your own. After you met me.”
Their gazes shifted away, and I knew. “You planned this. You’d find some girl willing to be the center of a gang bang to be your Spring Break highlight?” Fury heated my cheeks. The fuckers!
Harry frowned. “It’s not like we were looking to prey on someone who wouldn’t know the score. That’s why we’re having this meeting.”
“Meeting? You invited me to a goddamn party!”
Harry’s eyes locked on mine for a long moment.
I held my breath. Had I given myself away? Was he going to call me out and tell his friends who I was?
He strode closer, and I held my breath. He reached out and gripped my hips, pulling me toward his body. His cock pressed against my belly—a hard long ridge, one I’d seen at work. “What’s it going to be, Muriel? A beer, nice to know you, bye? Or will you have us?”
Moisture spilled into the crotch of my panties. I could have him. I could have them all. The ugly sister. The girl they thought only good enough to do their laundry or their homework. I could be the thing they’d fantasized over for weeks. And I was dying to know what exactly they’d dreamed of doing.
Who was I kidding? My decision had been made the minute I’d decided to follow them to Cabo. “Empty the ice bucket. I want all the phones inside it.”
Indrawn breaths sounded all around. Then the guys sprang eagerly into action, doing as I had asked, filling the bucket then walking toward Harry and me. He dropped his hands and stood back, his gaze sliding away as the guys gave me the bucket. I counted the phones, then added my own, making sure they understood how seriously I was taking their precautions.
They had plans. Likely expected to take control and move me around like a doll to be shared. I had other ideas about how this should go down. Starting now.
I balled my fists and placed them on my hips, then gave them a steady stare, touching on each of their faces. Harry’s expression was impossible to read, shuttered, his blue eyes narrowed. Mal’s darkly furred chest was rising and falling swiftly; his cock was already pressing against the front of his trunks. Sam stood, arms akimbo, a cocky grin stretching his lovely mouth. And Karo looked so fierce more moisture wet my folds.
“I’d like to see what I’ll be playing with,” I said softly.
They all quickly reached for their waistbands—all except Harry, whose expression was turning darker by the minute. He was the one who’d sealed the deal. Shouldn’t he be happier?
“Wait,” I blurted.
They halted. Mal groaned.
“Do you have condoms? Foam?”
“A fucking case,” Sam said. “No foam.”
A case? Seriously?
Sam shrugged. “Four guys, five days… We had to be pr
epared.”
But a case? I shook my head. “All right. You can continue.”
Shorts and trunks dropped to their feet, Harry’s a little more slowly. Not a one of them wore underwear. All their cocks were erect, rising upward. A creamy ball of pre-ejaculate sat on the tip of Mal’s nearly purple cock.
My heart galloped, and I sucked in a deep breath, and then another to calm myself.
“What about you?” Harry said, raising his chin.
“Guess that’s only fair.” Oh fuck! It was time to commit. I could turn tail and run, or I could really do this. Mary the doormat would have quivered in her Converse tennis shoes. Instead, I turned to give Harry my back. “Unzip me.”
His hands moved my hair forward. The zipper eased. I stepped away to face them, holding the fabric against my chest, and then slowly pushed it downward.
Every gaze went right to my breasts. All breathing ceased. I pushed the dress past my hips and let it puddle around my feet. Then I tucked my thumbs into the thin band of elastic riding my hips and shoved my panties down. When I was as nude as they were, I held still, letting them look.
Mal was the first to shake himself from his stupor. He took a step forward, but I wagged a finger. He fell back in line.
I walked to Karo, standing at one end of their lineup. I reached out a hand, surprised it wasn’t shaking, and smoothed it over his chest. His pecs tensed beneath my touch. I glided my fingers lower then wrapped them around his huge, blunt cock.
He eased his feet apart and pulsed his hips. I let him glide his cock through my fingers then dropped my hand and moved down the line.
Sam sucked in a breath that tightened his already ripped abdomen. I gave him a similar caress, this time boldly tugging on his dick.
He lifted on his toes to follow the motion then gave a little moan when I moved away.
The head of Mal’s cock was well-lubricated. I stood in front of him and grasped him with both hands, one cuddling his balls, the other stroking his cock. When I moved my hand upward, I rubbed my thumb in the creamy moisture, smearing it over the cap.
I aimed a glance at Harry whose gaze was smoky. “I think I need more assurances,” I said softly.
“What do you want?”
“We need a secret. One you won’t want breathed to anyone outside this room.”
His gaze hardened. “What do you want?” he repeated, his voice harsher.
I glanced sideways at Sam. “I want you to blow Mal.”
“Fuck no!” Sam said, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
Mal shrugged. “We do this, you’ll be cool?”
Sam pushed his shoulder. “You don’t care whose mouth you fuck. I don’t want to do it.”
I moved toward Sam, picked up his hand, and placed it on my breast. “You blow him, I’ll let you have me first.”
Sam swallowed hard then glanced at his buddies.
Karo grabbed his cock and shook it. “You should be glad she didn’t want you to swallow this.”
Sam groaned. But his hand didn’t move from my breast. He cupped it and gave it a squeeze. His thumb toggled the hard tip. “I’ll blow him. But I get your ass.”
My eyes widened. Of course, I’d thought of that possibility. So many men, only so many holes. I gave him a crisp nod. “You have lube?”
His mouth slowly stretched. “Course I do.” He drew a deep breath, gripped my shoulders to move me backward, and then went to his knees. “Mal, you try to make me go deep throat, I’ll bite it off.”
The guys chuckled uneasily as Mal stood in front of Sam and fed his cock into his friend’s open mouth. Sam proceeded to suck it. Karo crossed his arms, his head dipped as he stared down at Sam going down on Mal. Thing was, Sam wasn’t hesitant. Seemed almost eager. Like I’d given him a green light to fulfill another deep, dark fantasy.
As he opened wide and sank over Mal’s cock, I moved behind Sam, going to my knees and reaching around him to stroke his cock. I glanced up to find Harry’s hard gaze on me again. Was he mad because he had to watch? My gaze dropped to his cock, which he was holding, and slowly stroking, up and down.
My breathing deepened, and I tightened my grip on Sam, who groaned around a mouth stuffed with Mal’s cock as his buddy flexed his hips over and over, driving his dick deep enough Sam gurgled and swallowed.
Sam’s cock jumped inside my grasp, and I let him go to lick my palm then resumed stroking him, this time harder and faster while I rubbed my stiff nipples against his back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Karo move behind me. His large hands came around my waist then rose to cup both breasts. His cock aligned with the crease of my buttocks, and he pumped against me, riding my crack as he gave my tits a rough massage.
Oh fuck, I was hot. My pussy swollen and soaked. I bounced between Sam and Karo until Karo dropped one hand and covered my pussy. I clenched, and more moisture leaked out to drench his hand.
“Damn, girl. You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear. “Can’t wait to fuck you. Take these instead,” he said, slipping his fingers between my folds. When I ground downward, his thick digits slid right inside.
The sounds we made—harsh breaths, moans. The four of us straining together. Our bodies vibrating. I raised my glance to Mal whose heavy-lidded gaze flicked between whatever Sam was doing and me, stroking Sam and riding Karo’s fingers. His mouth quirked at the corner, and then his lips pulled away from his teeth and he emitted a long, loud groan, his hands clutching Sam’s head as he powered twice then held him against his groin.
Sam gagged but didn’t complain. He was close as well, his body tensing, his cock jumping in my fist. When he shot, his come spilled over my hand.
Behind me, Karo’s breaths were hard grunts, but he was also swearing under his breath. He wasn’t getting off. I let go of Sam and pushed on Karo’s thighs behind him. He eased away, enough I could turn. Then I bent and took his huge-ass cock into my mouth and drove downward.
Karo clutched my hair and held me still as he withdrew then plunged deep, past my tongue to the back of my throat. I eased it open, breathing through my nose as he thrust again and again. In three deep strokes, he came. His shout rattled the walls.
When at last he let me go, I sat back, drawing in deep breaths and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His come was on my lips, my chin.
My gaze sought Harry’s.
He turned and walked to the nearest bed, scooting backward until his head was on the pillow and his cock pointed toward the ceiling. “Come here, baby.”
I glanced at Sam who’d claimed the right to take me first.
He lifted his chin toward Harry. “Climb on. I can take your ass later.” He made a face and glanced downward at his spent cock. “Besides, I need a few minutes…”
Mal grabbed my elbow and helped me stand, steadying me with a hand on my ass when I swayed. Then he gave my ass a pat and turned me toward the bed. “Baby, don’t make him wait. He’s been wanting this a long time.”
I wondered at his wording, but I moved to the bed on shaking limbs. I crawled onto the end, not caring who might be watching my ass and pussy. Harry’s cock was thick and hard, and he was rolling a condom over his length. His gaze was steady, and there was something in his expression, a softening that hadn’t been there before.
He held out his hand to help me as I climbed over his hips and centered my entrance over the tip of his cock. I slid slowly down his rigid pole, not stopping until he’d filled me.
I paused, hissing because it felt divine. I’d never been this full. My cunt, my skin, the tips of my breasts were all so tense, almost tingling with electricity. It was Harry inside me. At last.
I squeezed my eyes shut. A little overcome with the moment.
Hands gripped my shoulders and brought me down against his broad chest. He kissed my cheek. “It’s okay, Mary. Just let go.”
I blinked open my eyes, then jerked, trying to move back, but he held me, his arms bracketing me against his body.
“Think I didn’t know it w
as you? Think Sam didn’t recognize you right off?”
“But—he hit on me!”
“Looking like that—fucking naked except for three little triangles? Fuck, you’re lucky we knew it was you.”
“You knew? And you did this?”
Harry pushed a lock of my hair from my cheek and tenderly tucked it behind my ear. “The minute he came inside and told me who was next door, we huddled. We knew you had some plan.”
“You always have a plan,” Karo said.
I glanced toward the seating area. The guys were sprawled in their chairs, all grinning ear to ear.
“We just didn’t know how far you wanted this to go,” Sam said, lifting a beer. “Harry there, said we should see. He hightailed it down to the beach the minute you went outside. Just to make sure some asshole didn’t get to you first.”
Karo waggled his eyebrows. “Plan was to get you up here, lay down the idea of a ménage, because Harry said you’d run.”
“I hoped you’d be into it,” Mal said, his hand on his cock, stroking it back to hardness. “We were all shocked when you threw in. Though not as shocked as Sam when you told him to blow me.”
Sam laughed. “Yeah. That never happened by the way.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed too. They were so easy with their nudity, with their erections, I began to relax again.
Until Harry lifted his hips and speared deeper. “Can I have your attention?” he growled.
I gulped and turned back to meet his gaze. “I didn’t think you’d guess. I didn’t really want you or your friends to ever know. I didn’t want things to get awkward.”
“More than they already were?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
Harry shook his head. “How many times did I let you watch me fuck other girls?”
“Twelve.”
“Think I let you because I’m a kinky bastard?”
I raised an eyebrow. “You just let me have sex with your friends.”
He grunted. “Note, I didn’t let any of them fuck you.”
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