Merging Darkness

by Marissa Farrar

  I wasn’t worried about us needing to be safe. After we’d talked about the nature of our relationship, Alex had stepped into action, making sure each of us came up clean in tests, and then getting me on a long-term contraceptive. I wanted to think children were in our future one day, but I was still young, and it was important we learned how to live as a family by ourselves first. That wasn’t to say I didn’t dream about it, though, and I noticed each time one of them made a comment about kids running around here one day, or what names they liked, or if they’d prefer to have a boy or a girl.

  Isaac pulled his mouth from me and got to his feet. He hooked his fingers down either side of my panties and rolled them down my thighs. He plucked the underwear from the tips of my toes and then grinned. “I’m going to keep these for later, love,” he said with a smirk. “I think I should have a keepsake for our first time together.”

  I pushed him playfully in the stomach with my foot, and he rolled up the underwear and put them in his back pocket before his hands went to his shirt. I lay there before him, with my legs spread as he slowly undressed himself, but I wasn’t left wanting for long. Lorcan slid his hand down across my stomach and then through the little patch of blonde curls.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

  “She’s wet for me first,” Isaac reminded him. “You can take her when she’s even wetter.”

  His words made me moan, and I almost came then and there, the moment Lorcan’s fingers pushed inside me. He hooked them forward, so the tips pressed against my g-spot, and a cry escaped my throat. Christ, this was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life, and this was my life now. This wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. These were my guys, and they could take me over and over, as many times as they liked, in whatever order they liked, time and time again.

  Isaac pushed Lorcan’s hand out of the way, and Lorcan looked me in the eye as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them off, one by one.

  “You taste as sweet as you look,” he said.

  “My turn,” Alex said, stepping forward. His fingers slid over my flat belly, but instead of pushing inside me, he stopped at the bundle of nerves right above my slit and strummed. The effect was instantaneous, and my whole body tensed in response, coiled with the building pleasure.

  But my focus turned to Isaac as he stood naked between my thighs, his cock held in one hand, his other hand placed on my thigh. I caught the glimpse of his dragon tattoo curling over his shoulder. He stepped forward, his cockhead pressing against my spread slit.

  He smoldered down at me. “Oh, love, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside you.”

  With those words, he pushed inside me, sliding long and deep. He grabbed my hips as he slammed into me, pulling out before driving in, faster and deeper. My arousal built with every stroke, and my breasts bounced with the movement and my gasps for breath.

  Alex continued to work my clit, his gaze flicking between my face and my pussy. His cock jutted out toward me, and I reached for him, circling my fingers around him. He was hard and hot, and I pumped him while he rubbed my clit. The other men’s hands were still all over me, Clay now feasting on my tits, while Lorcan sucked my cream from his fingers. But it was Isaac who kept eye contact with me, his gaze dark and intense, almost angry, as he pumped into me.

  My inner walls started to convulse around his cock, gripping his length. “Oh, God, Isaac. I’m coming.”

  I couldn’t concentrate on more than one guy in that moment, and I released my hold on Alex’s cock.

  My orgasm hit me hard and fast, my whole body bucking with its force. Though I’d locked gazes with Isaac the whole time, now I couldn’t help squeezing my eyes shut, needing to block everything off from view as pleasure took hold of all my senses.

  Alex removed his fingers from my clit. He must have sensed I was too sensitive there now to be touched.

  Isaac gave me a moment to allow the final sparks of my climax to shudder through me, but then he started up again, fucking me harder. His hips slammed against mine, bruising. I watched his face, normally so controlled and together, screw up as he lost it. He groaned long and hard as he came inside me, holding himself deep, his body eclipsing mine.

  Isaac came down from his orgasm, breathing hard, and the other guys moved enough to allow him to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, the kiss no longer erotic, but still sensual.

  He leaned in, his mouth against my ear. “Thanks, love.”

  I smiled at him. “Thanks, yourself.”

  “Back off, Isaac,” Kingsley said, though his tone was teasing. “Let someone else through.”

  I caught Kingsley’s eye, and he reached out and took my hand, pulling me to sitting. He dropped to one of the kitchen chairs and tugged me off the table and onto his lap to straddle him. I was soaked now, still filled with Isaac’s cum, but Kingsley didn’t seem to care. I remembered how big he was, how, when we’d first had sex, I wasn’t sure he’d even fit. But now I was already wet and stretched, and when he pulled me onto him, I settled myself right over his erection and sank down deep.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  His finger went back to my ass, and he edged the digit inside me, using the slipperiness of our fluids. It burned a little, but I was already too high to care, and that pain quickly morphed into pleasure as he pushed in up to his knuckle. I knew what he was doing, stretching me to be ready for one of the other guys. I didn’t know who, and the idea both excited and aroused me, though I wasn’t without my nerves. But I wanted all of them, in every way possible. I wanted my body to be theirs.

  Kingsley’s finger sank as deep as his cock. He was so big, both his fingers and his dick, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I glanced down into the space between us, loving how our skin contrasted. I arched my back, leaning forward to see how his thick cock stretched my folds, the creaminess of my arousal coating his dick.

  We kissed, frantic gasps and nibbles, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the remaining three standing there, cocks in hand, watching the action.

  Kingsley’s movements were rough and raw, his hips bucking up into mine, his finger pumping into me with every thrust of his cock. I’d barely come down from my previous orgasm, and already I could feel myself almost on the edge, my inner muscles pulsating around him. My fingers gripped his shoulders for balance, and my hold increased the closer my second orgasm got, my nails digging into his skin. The combination of being penetrated in two places meant it was coming harder and faster than before.

  “Oh, fuck, Kingsley,” I cried, as my body bucked and writhed on his. I couldn’t kiss him, couldn’t think, a slave to the pleasure wracking through me.

  Kingsley responded to my climax and came as well, his hips pistoning into mine. I blinked through bleary eyes, watching his teeth clench, and feeling his cock swell. His free hand clutched my hip hard, pushing me onto him as he emptied himself inside me.

  I was full now, wet and dripping, but it was far from over. Clay caught my hand and pulled me off Kingsley and onto the floor, so I was on my hands and knees. I knew what he wanted and opened my mouth willingly for him. He fed me his cock, the taste of musk and salt, mixed with the faintest engine oil from his new job, coating my tongue.

  But to my surprise, he backed off, and his dick slipped from between my lips. Clay shook his head and pulled me to my feet. He touched my cheek and kissed me. “No, let’s go upstairs. You’re too good for the floor.”

  He reached beneath my thighs and lifted me up in much the same way Isaac had done when he’d put me on the table. His erection pressed between our stomachs, and he kissed me again. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, getting a little thrill from the idea that he could taste himself on me, just as I’d tasted myself on Isaac’s tongue.

  We moved as a unit, Isaac leading the way to open doors, while Clay carried me. I felt like an Egyptian princess, lifted high for the men to worship.

  Before I’d barely realized we’d mounted the stairs, we were
already in my bedroom.

  Clay kissed me again before placing me on the bed. Then he gave my ass a playful smack. “I want you on your hands and knees again. But this time on the bed.”

  I did as he instructed, getting to all four, while the men all stood around me. Clay was the first to move, positioning himself so his thighs pressed against the side of the bed, bringing his dick to mouth level.

  On the other side of the bed, Lorcan reached to my nightstand and opened to drawer. It didn’t take much rummaging before he found what he needed.

  I cocked my eyebrows. “You knew I had lube in my bedside drawer?”

  He gave me a dangerous smile. “Doesn’t every woman have lube in her bedside drawer?”

  He surprised a laugh from me. “I have no idea!” But I did know what he wanted the lube for.

  “Look at me, sugar,” said Clay, and so I did.

  Movement came behind me, weight depressing the mattress as someone climbed on with me, and I knew it was Lorcan. “I want to take your ass, princess. It’s fucking gorgeous. You think you can handle me?”

  I sucked in a breath, but nodded. “Yeah, I can handle you.”

  Clay’s fingers touched beneath my chin, lifting my gaze to his. He focused me in his stormy eyes. “Just relax, sugar. Breathe and look at me. This will feel good, I promise. None of us would ever hurt you. Ever.”

  I nodded, believing him, trusting him.

  I glanced back over my shoulder to see Lorcan positioned behind me. He squirted out a good dollop of lube, and I hissed air in over my teeth as he applied it to my hole.

  “Cold,” I said, and I heard him chuckle.

  I smiled as well, but the smile faded as he worked the lube into my ass, and then down his dick. His fingers were working magic, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation. It wasn’t painful, not yet. Kingsley had already stretched me.

  “Look up at me,” Clay said.

  Lorcan’s fingers vanished from my ass, and were replaced by the smooth head of his cock. I felt the tension as he pushed, and I instinctively tensed.

  “Breathe,” Clay told me again, his thumb stroking my jaw. “Take him for me. Take him for all of us.”

  “Ah, fuck,” I heard Alex gasp, and I glanced over to see him masturbating over us, his gaze fixed on the scene before him. I wanted him, too, but first I had to take Lorcan.

  Lorcan pushed his hips forward, and he slid deeper, breaching my tight ring. I sucked in another breath, and he stilled, allowing me to get used to the stretch.

  I kept Clay’s gaze even as he pushed the head of his dick toward my mouth again. I parted my lips for him, letting him slide his cock back over my tongue. Though the feel of Lorcan’s cock in my ass battled for my attention, I wanted to make it good for Clay. I loosened my jaw farther, taking him as deep as I could. Bobbing my head back and forth, I deep-throated him. I barely kept my balance as I lifted one hand on the mattress to cup his balls, my finger tracing along the smooth base of his perineum. His cock jerked in my mouth as I ran my lips up and down the steely length of him, taking him deeper each time.

  “Damn, sugar,” Clay gasped from above me, his voice strangled. “You have no fucking idea how hot this is.”

  I thought I probably did, but my mouth was too full to reply.

  “Ah, fuck,” he groaned before coming hard, jetting streams down my throat.

  With salty nectar filling my senses, I swallowed what I could, some dripping from the sides of my mouth.

  I gave him a final lick, his erection already growing soft, before I let him slide from between my lips.

  “Jesus Christ,” Clay said, his breath ragged. “That was the best fucking blow job of my life.”

  With Clay taken care of, and Lorcan still held inside me, I looked to the remaining member of our group.

  “Alex.” I reached for him.

  I still had Lorcan behind me, but I wanted them both. I straightened to my knees, while Alex dropped to his in front of me. His cock was longer than the others, sticking out from the thatch of blond curls at the juncture of his thighs.

  He touched my cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I shook my head. “Never.”

  My Alex, the one who always took care of me. We kissed, and he showed no repulsion, though he must have tasted Clay’s cum on my tongue. Lorcan held himself still behind me, though it must have taken him an insane amount of self control not to pound my ass until he came.

  Alex kneeled lower, and I edged forward, bringing Lorcan with me, and then settled my knees on the outside of Alex’s. I took hold of his cock and pressed it to my slit, and he lifted his hips, sliding between my folds. I’d never been so wet, filled with cum and my own cream, making his passage easy. In this position he wouldn’t be able to drive deep, but, with Lorcan already taking up space, I thought it might be all I could handle. Besides, the position put pressure directly on my sensitized clit, and as the two men started to move inside me, awkwardly at first, but then creating a rhythm all their own, I felt my third orgasm for the evening already on the brink. I’d been close as soon as Lorcan had penetrated me, but had managed to hold off. Now, I was pressed between their beautiful bodies, with the taste of Clay still on my tongue, and one of them thrusting into me from behind, and one in front, and with Isaac, Clay, and Kingsley all watching the show, having already come themselves.

  Was this why women were capable of multiple orgasms? Was it so we could take this many men and continue to experience pleasure, over and over, with every one of them?

  Lorcan came first, his steely self-control giving way with a roar. I knew he was holding himself back, not wanting to hurt me, but he’d given me plenty of time for my body to get used to him. I reached back to clutch his thigh, urging him on as his dick slid in and out of my ass, the lube easing the way.

  “Fuck, Princess. You’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna come.”

  He pulled out of me at the exact moment he gave way to his orgasm and hot cum splattered over my ass cheeks and lower back. He paused, panting hard, his head bent so he pressed his forehead to my shoulder.

  I still had Alex inside me, and I turned my attention to him now. Now it was just the two of us, we collapsed to the bed, kissing hard. I was sore and swollen, and Alex must have sensed it. He flipped me onto my back, and then, kneeling between my thighs, lifted one of my feet to hook over his shoulder. He fucked me, slowly and sensually, and the sound of my wetness filled the room, though it didn’t embarrass me. They’d all contributed, all the men now watching the final climax. They moved near to me on the bed, Clay knotting his fingers in my hair, Isaac lowering his mouth to my nipple. Kingsley reached between my thighs to strum my clit, and Lorcan kissed my lips.

  Alex’s movements grew faster, and with it so did Kingsley’s finger on my clit. They were going to wring another climax from me, and I was powerless to fight against it.

  My final orgasm for the night clutched me in its grasp, and I cried out. My mind spun, my toes curling as it powered through me again and again. My pussy pulsed and Alex came, shooting his seed inside me. He held himself deep for a moment, and then pulled out, leaving me a quivering, shaking mess. I gasped for breath, my chest lifting and falling. My whole body ached, and I knew I’d feel it in the morning, but I didn’t care. How could I want for anything else after my body had been consumed by these five sexy men? They each held me, touched me, tasted me. They were all I needed, and it seemed, somehow miraculously, I was all they needed, too. We’d been through so much together, but this was us now. We were happy, the six of us.

  Together.

  They kissed me, one by one, each finding a part of my body to fit against, resting a head on my belly, or beside my shoulder, or pulling my foot over their laps. I looked around at us, and my heart swelled with a crazy kind of happiness.

  I grinned across at them.

  “I think we’re going to need a bigger bed.”

  THE END

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  Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she's been married for numerous years and has three young daughters, she's conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.

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