Mr. Peabody's House

by Eve Langlais

  A sharp cry left me as finally one of them latched on to an erect peak, his hot mouth tugging, sucking, and pulling.

  It drove me wild, and my hips arched, only to get slammed back down.

  “You’re not going anywhere yet, kitten. Not until we’re done.”

  Promising words, but even more promising were the butterfly kisses moving up the inside of my thigh, the soft caresses teasing my flesh while another mouth blew on my sex.

  Maddening. Torturous.

  I might have harangued them for their cruelty, except I had a tongue in my mouth.

  Mmm. Finally, one of them kissed me, latched his mouth to mine, and let me taste him. I did more than that. I sucked at his tongue, the only thing I could touch, and so I lavished all my attention on it.

  Desire built inside me, each stroke, each caress making me taut with expectation. All of me sensitized and aroused on the very edge of ultimate pleasure.

  And then the fuckers withdrew. I wasn’t nice about it.

  “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  “Don’t worry, kitten, we’re not done.”

  “It ain’t over until she screams,” Mike said, the words ominous, but his lips on mine showed erotic intent.

  I felt something slap me, two somethings, three. Three cocks, all for me?

  I wished I could touch them, wrap my hands around their shafts and tug them. Guide them into my throbbing flesh.

  Some people thought ultimate pleasure could only come with emotional commitment. I dared them to change spots with me right now and not cream themselves with pleasure.

  Mike withdrew his mouth, and I mewled in disappointment and then sighed with delight because, through my heavy eyelids, I saw him stroking a very, and I mean very, thick cock.

  But my attention was quickly drawn when a mouth decided in that moment to latch itself onto my sex.

  “Fuck me.”

  Yeah, I screamed a very unladylike thing, but they didn’t seem to mind, at least the mouth on my pussy didn’t, given it sucked at my tender lips, tongued my slit, but when he decided to start flicking against my clit?

  I came.

  Came hard.

  Furious.

  And screaming.

  They weren’t done with me yet.

  Panting from excitement, the muscles in my channel spasming, my open mouth acted as an invitation. My lips were nudged apart to make room for a cock.

  About fucking time. I sucked, head bobbing, wishing I had my hands, but then didn’t care as a dick covered in latex—good boy—made its way into my sex.

  Yes!

  The thick shaft pushed into me, stretching my still quivering muscles. I couldn’t help but clench tighter, and that brought a groaned, “Baby, you’re going to kill me.”

  Sebastian. My what a nice dick he had. It pushed deeper into me, his curved prick not stopping until it hit my sweet spot. Then he began a thrusting dance of pull out, push in, a seesawing that started out slow but picked up speed. Hitting my G-spot. Filling me up.

  Oh, fuck me. It felt so good.

  I managed to moan my appreciation around the cock in my mouth, the humming sound making Mike dig his fingers into my hair as he strained not to come.

  Yeah. No, he was coming whether he wanted to or not.

  I sucked harder, took him deeper, heard him moaning and almost bit him as lips latched onto my nipple, biting the tip.

  Mike didn’t mind the grazing of my teeth on his cock. I heard him hiss, “Yesss.”

  The cock thrusting into me quickened in pace, each stroke slamming into my body with fleshy smacks. It was making my body taut again, building that pleasure inside.

  Hands grasped my ass and tilted me, allowing his cock to sink even deeper, banging hard against my sweet spot.

  So hard.

  So good.

  Again and again.

  I came again, my whole body jerking as pleasure rolled through me.

  And still, they weren’t done.

  Mouth full of cock, a cock throbbing hard, I only vaguely noticed when my arms were freed, putting me at the mercy of hands that flipped me onto my stomach then slid me atop a hard body. Dale’s body.

  His lips caught mine as the hands continued to maneuver me into place, pulling on me until I was poised above his cock.

  Then pushing me down on it.

  I’d just come, but there was still something incredibly erotic and exciting about the way they were moving me, rocking me on Dale’s hard prick.

  And then I felt the tickle at my ass.

  I think they’re going to go for a double.

  I’d heard of it but never tried it.

  No time like the present.

  Since I was kissing Dale, it took a moment for me to feel the tap on my shoulder. I turned to look sideways and found Mike’s big cock back against my lips. Half seated, I sucked on him as Dale penetrated me. As for Sebastian, the cold dribble between my cheeks was followed by the finger rubbing at my rosette.

  Despite having done this a few times before, I couldn’t help but tense as a finger probed my tight hole.

  To distract me, the cock in my mouth began its own in-and-out cadence, drawing my attention, while the hands on my waist swirled and pushed me down harder on the prick impaling me.

  The finger in my ass eased in deeper, and it felt so incredibly strange, but not bad.

  The cock in my pussy stroked me harder, making me ignore the finger sliding in and out with ease in my ass. Forgotten until a second digit shoved its way in.

  The tightness of my rosette made me squirm as he stretched me, but it wasn’t long before my pleasure overcame my trepidation and I was riding those fingers as hard as the cock.

  I bounced and rocked, having a grand ol’ time until the fingers pulled out and a cock pushed its way in.

  Everything froze for a moment. Maybe because I squeaked.

  Fingers were one thing, but a big fat cock…

  It took me a moment to adjust, and Sebastian whispered, “Relax, baby. I promise you’ll like this.”

  He reached under me, my body currently joined with Dale’s, and found my clit. He pinched it, and I cried out around the cock in my mouth. And he kept pinching and rubbing as he rode me, his motion driving us all, his cadence setting the pace.

  In and out. I couldn’t have said where my body began and ended, where my pleasure started or finished. All I knew was my body began tensing for a third time.

  A third fucking orgasm.

  How?

  God.

  I am pretty sure I screamed when it hit, the intensity just too much. I might have clamped down on all the dicks penetrating me. Mike came, pulling his dick free instead of filling my mouth.

  Because of the condoms, I didn’t feel the hot cream of the other two coming, but I felt the connection. A jolt of awareness. Joining. Felt it to the very depth of my being.

  And then I passed out.

  Mike Interlude

  He wanted to smile.

  Which, in turn, made Mike want to slap himself. Since that would look insane, he rolled off the bed instead and stalked off.

  He should have known Dale would follow.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “We shouldn’t have done that,” Mike growled.

  “She was willing.”

  “I know she was willing, but we shouldn’t have taken advantage. Not all three of us like that. We didn’t really give her much choice.”

  “She didn’t say no.”

  “She never exactly had a chance to say yes either,” Mike grumbled. He wasn’t really sure what was wrong with him.

  He’d just had mind-blowing oral. As in, holy fuck, I almost shot a load in her mouth oral. And now, he was thinking the unthinkable. Thinking of claiming her with his three best friends, which, in turn, caused a moment of panic.

  “It will be okay,” Dale said. “I think we’re all freaking out a bit. I know I am. This wasn’t how I expected things to turn out.”

  “What happens
now?” Mike asked.

  “Now, we sleep. Maybe fuck some more after a shower when we wake up.”

  Except that plan never came to pass.

  Duty meant they had to leave in the middle of the night. The pack called, and they had to answer.

  Not usually the sentimental type, Mike couldn’t resist stroking the blonde strands from her face. Something in him tightened when she smiled in her sleep.

  He rubbed his chest.

  I’ll have to get that checked out.

  Or maybe it was time to admit that Brenda wasn’t a passing fancy. She was here to stay. And after what had happened last night, he wouldn’t be alone.

  They were, however, leaving her alone.

  “Should we be abandoning her like this?” Mike asked, looking upstairs. Brenda still slept. Deeply. A smile on her lips.

  “We don’t have a choice. The pack called a meeting to talk about the Peabody house issue.”

  “You mean the ongoing threat of it. Do we all have to go? It’s dangerous for her to be alone.” Brenda had a way of finding trouble.

  “Dangerous only if she goes wandering. Which she won’t. I’ve got some boys in place to keep an eye on her. And, besides, how is she going to get anywhere? Her truck is still outside Peabody’s place, and I’ve got her wallet.” Dale held up her purse. “Chances are, we’ll be back before she wakes. But if it makes you feel better, leave her a note.”

  A note. Right. What exactly should he say? Thanks for the mind-blowing night. I think I’m falling in love.

  Ack. Shoot me, I’m getting sappy.

  Mike stuck to something simple rather than make an ass of himself.

  Turned out he should have gotten Sebastian to write it or tied her back to the bed.

  16

  I woke up alone. Naked yet covered in a comforter. Body pleasantly sore. But alone.

  Seriously?

  Sitting up, I looked around the bedroom and noted, for the second time in as many days, its plain masculine décor from the heavy wooden furniture with its dark mahogany stain to the blue-patterned Berber carpet on the floor.

  The comforter, no surprise, was more plaid, well-worn and soft. Heavy on my naked body. The guys had at least covered me before abandoning me.

  Speaking of guys, where had they gone?

  I clutched the fabric to my chest and wondered if they’d decided on a group endeavor to make breakfast because I could use some food right about now. A stack of pancakes smothered in butter and dripping syrup, freshly crisped bacon, the very salty kind, a glass of orange juice—you know, for some healthy vitamins—coffee to slap me awake, scrambled eggs, toast, mustn’t forget the jam, and some sausage—and I didn’t care what kind.

  Rumble. My tummy totally agreed. All those orgasms made a girl hungry.

  And not just for food. My va-jay-jay might have gotten a good workout, but it had a little quiver at the reminder of the previous night.

  I am such a slut.

  Fucking three best friends at once.

  Talk about fun.

  Especially since they made it all about me.

  No wonder Chloe glowed since meeting her two guys. Did they always have sex in multiples?

  And did this mean my wolves had claimed me? An inquiring girl wanted to know.

  Exiting the bed, I noticed my clothes in a tidy pile with a note on top.

  How sweet.

  My smile turned upside down as I read it.

  Had fun. Had to run. Later.

  Later? What the hell did that mean?

  Where did all three of them go? What was so fucking important that they couldn’t at least say goodbye first? And how early did they run off? The alarm clock on the nightstand said 7:13 a.m. Barely past dawn.

  Was it police business? That perhaps explained Dale and Sebastian, but I highly doubted Mike could fall back on the same excuse.

  Did they expect me to hang around waiting for them? Then again, given my past history with guys, this was more likely a case of “thank you, get out.”

  They’d gotten their pound of flesh—and I’d gotten several poundings of flesh—and no big surprise, they vanished by morning.

  Except, in this case, I was in their bed, not mine, when they snuck out.

  Even worse, I didn’t have my wheels with me because they’d brought me here.

  Ugh.

  Getting dressed, I noticed my purse missing. I found my shoes, though, by the front door, but still no purse. What I did have was my phone, still tucked in a pocket. Good thing I had an Uber app that didn’t require cash.

  About ten minutes later—having devoured the leftover carton of Kentucky Fried chicken left in the fridge—my ride arrived. About to open the door to do the walk of shame to the blue Prius idling at the curb, I noticed a pair of guys getting out of a car across the road and talking to my Uber driver.

  Babysitters? Or something else?

  I’d not forgotten the warning that the wizards might want to fry me, or turn me into a frog. Since green wasn’t my color, it occurred to me that, perhaps, I should use a different exit.

  The back door led to a yard with a fence. As if that would stand in my way. A chair to boost me and over I went, landing in a tomato patch. Splat.

  Cursing about the wet red spot on my pants—not a first because my periods had it out for me—I trudged through that yard and two more before I dared head back toward the street. I rebooked my Uber, and he arrived a moment later, waving his hands and ranting, probably about the fact that I’d sent him to the wrong address first.

  “Oh, can it, you’ll get paid,” I snapped.

  The driver didn’t speak much English, which was good because I wasn’t in the mood to chat.

  Shocking, I know, but I felt kind of let down. After the intense passion, stupid me thought it meant something. I don’t know why I expected things would be different. Experience had taught me I just didn’t have that captivating quality other girls did when it came to keeping guys.

  Maybe I sucked at sex.

  Maybe I screamed wrong when I came.

  Did I fart and not notice it when all my muscles relaxed? Surely, there was a reason I couldn’t keep a man.

  Meemaw thought I was perfect. Why didn’t anyone else?

  I really wished I could call her and vent. She’d totally listen and then tell me to kick them in the balls if they didn’t know what kind of treasure I was.

  But Meemaw was still on her cruise and unreachable by phone.

  Sigh. And I didn’t want to burden Chloe with my sad tale of being a loser.

  Initially, I meant to go home, get changed, and maybe make it into work—eventually. But how would I get to work? Since my truck wasn’t in Dale’s driveway, then that meant my baby was still at the Peabodys’ place. Just to be sure, I checked my GPS tracker.

  The day I’d bought Big Blue, I had her tagged before she even left the car lot.

  The Uber fellow dropped me off in front of the Peabody place, and I gasped to see how much it had changed overnight.

  The day, while overcast, couldn’t entirely account for the dark pall hanging over the house. All the grass appeared dead now. Not a single trace of color remained on any of the foliage.

  Despite being in suburbia, the silence was deafening. I strained to hear a single lawnmower or barking dog. Even the buzz of a bee or a slamming car door.

  Unbroken quiet.

  Very eerie. Very cool.

  The front door of the house held a few crisscrossing bands of yellow police tape.

  Do Not Enter.

  Um, might as well hold up a neon sign screaming, come check me out.

  Dale hadn’t let me inside the day before. Stupid, overprotective jerk. My heart warmed and pitter-pattered a little faster.

  Then I remembered the note they’d left me.

  Later. What did that mean? Was it over? Would I see them again? I didn’t want to be that desperate chick who called them asking.

  Despite Big Blue sitting on the curb, waiting for
my loving touch, I found myself heading toward the house.

  The vacant house. Mrs. Peabody and the kids were missing. Gone according to the news app I’d read on the way over.

  The police had no clues or suspects. I guess the super wizard dudes didn’t want to admit ghosts or something might be getting rid of people. Or was it the house eating them? We never did find that priest.

  The last time I’d visited, I’d not gotten any ominous vibes off the place. Now, however, it looked rather sad and lonely.

  A poor house that had lost its family.

  All it wanted was someone to live inside. Someone to fill its rooms with smiles and laughter.

  That person could be me. I could love the house.

  My hand turned the knob, and to my surprise, it opened. Careless of the cops to leave it unlocked.

  Surely, it was a sign I should go in.

  Yes, go in. There’s nothing wrong with this house.

  The door opened on silent hinges, and I expelled a sharp breath at what I saw inside.

  What happened to the lovely home I’d visited a few days ago? Was this even the same place?

  I stepped inside the decrepit interior and gaped. Where had the freshly painted walls and gleaming floors gone? This place looked like an entire generation had passed since its last update.

  My fingers trailed over the wall, feeling the dampness, the dust. I stopped at the picture frame. The image within seemed familiar.

  Because I’d seen it before when I’d visited with Mrs. Peabody. However, the barfing and other things had made me forget, forget that the woman in the picture looked nothing like the Mrs. Peabody I’d had coffee and cookies with.

  The woman in the picture looked like the one in the file. A mother and wife married to a dowdy shoe salesman. So who then was the woman I’d met?

  What happened here? Perhaps Dale was right. I swam out of my depth. A simple human girl, I should stick to what I knew.

  Don’t go. Stay.

  I frowned. It sounded like my inner voice. Came from inside my head, but…

  Who the fuck is talking to me?

  And what possessed me—pun totally intended—to come inside? Did I want to become Spinerella’s twin?

  I turned around ready to march out, but the front door slammed shut.

  A cool wind whistled past, floating strands of my hair, pimpling my flesh.