“Oh, my God, that was incredible,” she whispered, and they chuckled.
Corona brushed her hair from her damp cheeks. “You’re so petite.” He cradled her in his arms. She pulled her tank top down over her breasts and had her thigh lifted to hide her naked pussy, but the move gave Atlanta and Freeman a better view of her ass. Corona caressed along her hip then over her ass, squeezing it.
“You’ve got one hell of a body, Nina. I want to explore it, too.” He lowered his mouth to hers to kiss her.
Atlanta watched her delicate fingers tangle in Corona’s wavy hair as he explored her mouth. The sight didn’t make him jealous or angry. It aroused him deeper, made him want to share Nina with his team and make her their woman for however long they had her.
* * * *
Corona lifted Nina up and placed her down onto the table. She gasped and tried closing her legs, but he kissed her inner thighs and caressed her skin.
“Don’t be scared. We’ll go as slow as you need. I just want a taste of you like Atlanta got to have,” he said to her.
Her eyes darted to Atlanta and Freeman, who took positions on either side of her and ran their hands from her ankles to her thighs, spreading her wider. She lowered down and moaned softly.
“So fucking beautiful,” Freeman said, and Corona licked his lips.
Her well-trimmed pussy was glistening with cream as he ran his palms along her thighs to her mound. When he brushed his thumbs along her pussy lips, she shivered and grabbed onto his head, but then Atlanta and Freeman took her hands and placed them above her head.
“Oh, God. Holy God, what are you doing to me?” she asked, and they chuckled.
“Exploring,” Corona said, then lowered down to press a finger to her cunt as he licked her pussy lips back and forth.
She shook and shivered, crying out in pleasure, and it fed his ego. She was so damn responsive it was wild. His cock hardened beneath his jeans, and he longed to stick his cock into her tight little cunt and feel the connection sex brings. For some strange reason, though, he had an aching feeling in his gut that this was more than sex, more than a lustful attraction. It made him pause a moment and wonder if it was right and fair to take from her body when he knew he and his team were in no position to take this beyond sex.
“Corona,” she cried out. He refocused and shook the serious thoughts from his mind and just enjoyed Nina’s body as she allowed them to explore her.
The more he stroked her cunt and licked her pussy, the more she moaned and wiggled and came.
He pulled his fingers from her cunt and suckled her cream. That was when they heard the yelling from upstairs.
* * * *
Nina couldn’t believe what these three men were doing to her. She’d never experienced anything like this before. She wanted to tell them to slow down, that she’d never done anything like this before, that she was a virgin and never had sex, but one look at Corona and she chickened out. If she told them she was inexperienced, a virgin, they might laugh at her or think she wasn’t capable of handling them. Maybe she wasn’t, but damn it, she had never allowed a man this close, never mind three men. She loved the way they made her feel. She wanted more of it, and she didn’t care about the fact that she’d never had sex before. She was twenty-three years old, and she was tired of holding back, of fearing life, of never letting go. She wanted to let go with them. They were older, experienced, sexy, and obviously knew what to do to make a woman throw her inhibitions to the wind and just give in to their demands. The attraction was insane, and she didn’t want it to end.
She couldn’t believe how hard, commanding, and sexy Corona was. He had scars along his chest, muscles upon muscles, a light beard, and such a mature way about him. She wanted to impress him, drive him wild, and make him come undone. Where the hell these feelings and thoughts, along with the capability to pretend being a sophisticated, experienced woman, came from, she didn’t know. What a façade it was, to pretend such things, but it would be worse to tell them the truth and risk them turning her down and pushing her away. She was ready to take this chance. She wanted this. She wanted more when she cried out another release as Corona did things to her pussy that awed her. It wasn’t until they heard the yelling from upstairs that all copulation stopped and Corona lifted her up off the table and placed her onto her feet. Atlanta and Freeman headed out of the room.
“Here, put these on. We need to check on Jessup.”
Nina headed upstairs, following Corona and the others. She saw Atlanta by the door to Jessup’s room and could hear Jessup yelling.
“Go to your room, Nina,” Atlanta ordered, and she was shocked at his tone and the command. After what they’d all shared downstairs, was she still an outsider, someone they couldn’t trust? Maybe she could help? She had helped with Zinc when he was fighting demons.
“Now, Nina. This isn’t your business,” he scolded, and her heart ached. She felt the tears reach her eyes, and she ran to her room, closed the door, locked it, and then sat on the bed. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had love marks on her neck and her chest, and her pussy felt swollen and needy, still. She wanted to feel more of their kisses, their touches, and the ways they played her body and made her feel good. It made her feel alive and normal instead of broken and not good enough. So simply, with a dismissal and a nasty command, Atlanta had taken all those feelings away and made her feel hollow inside once again.
She was angry and disappointed. It had gone wrong so fast. What was she thinking? Things weren’t going to be the same now. The attraction was there, the need and desire so strong it would be hard to ignore. She stood up and headed toward the shower. Maybe that would help, because, right now, she was confused. Yet, despite the realization that nothing more could ever come from this than a sexual fling, she was still willing to give them her virginity and move on with life when the time was right. It was easier that way, anyhow. She knew she could never count on anyone but herself. Nothing would change, and accepting that was fine with her. It was also what she was used to.
Nina awoke early to odd sounds coming from down the hallway. She’d gotten up, brushed her teeth and combed her hair, and then heard the banging. When she didn’t hear the footsteps from the men in the house, she wondered why. Curious, she unlocked her bedroom door and looked out. No one was there. She didn’t hear any voices, except the mumbling sounds coming from Jessup’s room. Where were the others? Why weren’t they coming to help him?
She slowly walked out of her room and passed by Atlanta’s bedroom. She saw the bed was made, and he wasn’t in there. She heard the muffled sounds again.
“No, no, don’t do that. Stop, please.”
She swallowed hard. She could remember when Zinc had bad episodes and how she would calm him, bring him back to the present, and then stay in his room in a chair watching over him. Many times, it gave him peace of mind knowing she was there, even if it did mean she had to keep a loaded revolver on her lap, prepared for the enemy he thought would come.
She heard sounds, as if Jessup was in pain, and she reached for the door knob and turned it. Pressing the door open, she said his name.
“Jessup? Are you okay? It’s Nina.” She looked at the bed and the rumpled sheets, the scattered clothing on the floor, and the tipped-over dresser. She didn’t see him until it was too late, until Jessup grabbed her around the waist and pressed her hard against the wall, a knife to her throat and a look of pure crazy evil in his eyes.
She cried out, “No, Jessup, don’t. Don’t hurt me.”
He stared at her and lowered the knife. “What the fuck are you doing? Snooping around? Trying to get a glimpse of a man who’s losing his fucking mind?” he yelled at her.
She backed away and he threw the knife at the wall. It hit the sheetrock and stuck alongside others there. She shivered with fear. He was so pissed off with himself and, more than likely, the out-of-control feeling he had. It was a lot like Zinc and how he’d looked.
“Get the fuck out of h
ere. I could have killed you if I was lost in it.”
“You wouldn’t have. You’re not losing it. What you feel is normal,” she whispered.
He stepped toward her in a combative way, and she held tight. “What the fuck do you know?” he yelled at her, and she cringed at the loud voice.
She felt the tears in her eyes. She remembered Zinc and how combative he’d been, how cruel and mean with his words, because he was scared and on the defensive. He hadn’t wanted to seem weak, especially not in front of her. She missed her brother, despite those hard times and the fear she had of him.
Jessup slammed his hand against the wall near her head. “Get out. I don’t need your sympathy.”
“Jessup.” Nina heard Corona’s voice. She glanced to him, and he squinted his eyes at her in anger, seemingly pissed that was she was in this room.
Jessup had another knife, placing it a few inches away from her cheek.
“I don’t need this. You all have to leave me alone. I’m nothing anymore. I can’t even protect my team members. I’ve lost focus. I’m not needed anymore. I’m not part of the team anymore.”
“That’s not true,” Corona said, and then Atlanta and Freeman were there, too. “We do need you.”
“Put down the knife, and we’ll talk,” Atlanta said to him and then gave Nina an annoyed look. He was going to reprimand her for coming in here.
Jessup shook his head and looked at Nina. “I’m nothing of importance anymore.” He hurled the knife at the wall next to the others and roared in anger. He threw his arms in the air in frustration at the situation and his feelings, heading toward the bed and falling onto it.
“Nina, now,” Corona whispered the order, but one look at Jessup and how down and sad he was had Nina stepping away from the wall and away from the door.
“But I need you, Jessup,” she said to him.
She slowly walked toward the bed and held Jessup’s gaze. His brown eyes were filled with tears and anger. He looked so sad, so angry and in need. She knew that look, and it pulled on her heart and reminded her of Zinc.
She knelt down on the floor.
“I need you.” She absorbed the sight of the scars on his chest and his shoulder. Gunshot wounds, like Zinc had. There were scars and old gashes, the body of a warrior.
“Go away, Nina,” Jessup said, his voice cracking.
“You protected me. I still need you, and so does the team.”
“I’m no good to any of you now. Not like this. It’s over.”
He sounded so depressed, and it scared her. She thought of the soldiers who had no one to talk to and confide in, who decided to end their lives because they were overwhelmed with nightmares, fears, and inadequacies after experiencing war. She wouldn’t let him hurt himself. Every soldier had a right to be loved, cared for, and helped after all they did to protect this country and the people living here. She reached out and touched his arm.
“I won’t leave you. I’m not going anywhere.” She held his gaze.
Jessup closed his eyes. He was so exhausted.
Nina remained there as the others took positions around the room. She wouldn’t look at them. She didn’t want them telling her to leave or talking about what had happened this morning in the kitchen.
It seemed like only minutes later that Jessup was tossing and turning, moaning and grunting and then fighting to get free of a nightmare. He had fallen asleep. Even she had dozed off as she leaned against the bed. She wouldn’t leave him, and she wasn’t going to now, either.
She reached out and caressed his arm. “Wake up, Jessup. You’re safe now. You’re not there,” she said to him over and over again.
“Leave him alone. He doesn’t respond. He gets a little violent when he wakes up and realizes he’s not in the middle of a battle zone,” Corona said.
As she turned to look at him, strong arms grasped her and covered her body. The weight of Jessup on her and the sound of her cry, cut off by her lack of ability to breathe, caused all the men to jump up.
“Let go of her,” Atlanta yelled out.
“Jessup. I need you, Jessup. Come on, I need you now,” she said to him over and over again. His eyes were wide and bulging. He looked so lost, as though he was half in his dream and half in the present. He looked at her and then at his buddies.
“I need you. You’re not there anymore. You’re here with me and your team. We need you,” she said to him.
He exhaled and cursed loudly then pulled her lower and under him.
Nina gasped, feeling the weight of his heavy body crushing her, but he looked so needy. He actually looked scared.
“Easy, Jessup. Easy,” she whispered, and he lowered his head and face to the crook of her neck and started breathing in her scent.
She locked gazes with the others, who all knelt on the bed ready to tear him from her if Jessup tried to hurt her. But he wasn’t hurting her. He was accepting her help, and she caressed his arm until she felt his lips suckle against her skin on her neck.
He pulled her back against his front and inhaled her hair and skin over and over again. It was as if he was infusing her scent into his body and calming himself down. He squeezed her so tightly that the realization of how big he was—and how capable—both frightened and aroused her. She felt his thick cock against her ass and his hard chest against her back, and he held her, hugging her to him until his breathing calmed.
She froze the moment his palm moved along her bare belly then up over her breast. His mouth licked along her neck, and he made his way to her lips and started kissing her deeply.
She felt him pluck her nipple and tug on it. She moaned into his mouth. Jessup was just as experienced at the others. Her pussy clenched.
Nina felt his hands move along her wrists as he maneuvered over her body, straddling her hips. He continued to kiss her as he pressed her hands up above her head. She moaned into his mouth and felt his thick cock against her groin as he rocked against her.
Jessup had strong, defined stomach muscles and was in superb physical condition. As he released her lips, he looked down into her eyes and adjusted his position so he was pressed between her opened thighs as he ran his hands along her arms, sitting up. “You’re so young and smell so good. It isn’t right to want you like this.”
She reached up and ran her hands along his muscular arms, taking in the sight of his scars and gentling her touch. Then she cupped his cheeks.
“Why? Do I scare you, Jessup? Is that why you push me away and why you said such mean things to me?”
He looked displeased with himself and almost embarrassed. “I’m all fucked up, inside and out. It’s the worst time.”
“The worst time?”
“To want someone so beautiful, so young and unscathed by the violence, the terror I live with every day and night. That my team lives with, too.”
“I don’t care about any of that. I care about how you all make me feel. I want to make you feel good, and to make you feel special, too.”
He shook his head. “It’s wrong,” he whispered and lowered himself onto the bed beside her.
She turned onto her side to face him. He looked at her lips, ran his thick, long finger along them, then to her jaw and her hair. He ran his fingers through the dark strands.
Nina stared up into Jessup’s dark brown eyes and the expressions of struggle, sadness, and anger all pooled there. She licked her lip, and he squinted, then let his hand glide from her hair to her shoulder and then to her breast and her hip.
She closed her eyes and relished the feel of his masculinity and how his touch aroused her, especially as the others sat by, watching over them. The fact that they didn’t leave them alone made her wonder if they wanted her, too, or if they were there to protect her if Jessup lost control. It made her nervous, but more so, it seemed to cause an eruption deeper in her core. She wanted so badly to be part of something, to feel important, to be attached to something deeper in her life. Why she thought these men could provide that for her, even temporari
ly, she didn’t know, nor did she care.
Jessup trailed his fingers along the elastic of her shorts. She sucked in a slow breath as her pussy clenched, and she felt desperate to be touched down there again.
He pressed under the elastic and along her tattoo. He pushed her shorts lower as he leaned over and kissed her hipbone and then the tattoo. He swirled his tongue lower, colliding with the top of her mound, and she lifted up, toward his mouth.
He shifted up and held her gaze. “So fucking beautiful.” His lips touched her skin again, and then she felt his tongue against her mound. “So responsive to my touch.” He pressed his lips to hers, and then she felt his hand smooth down her shorts before his fingers stroked up into her cunt.
Nina moaned into his mouth and thrust against his fingers. Up and down she lifted off the mattress, and when her legs felt cramped, she pushed her shorts lower and toed them off completely.
He pulled from her mouth. “Holy fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re aroused. So incredibly beautiful.” He continued to stroke her pussy.
“She sure is, Jessup, and she tastes fucking delicious, too,” Atlanta told him as he climbed onto the bed. He lifted her top and cupped her breast, then leaned down to kiss her mouth.
She felt the bed dip, and Jessup was stroking her cunt and moving around. Atlanta released her lips then lowered his mouth to her breast.
Freeman joined in on the other side and latched onto her other breast. Jessup pulled his fingers from her cunt and lowered between her legs to feast on her. She saw that he’d removed his boxers. His thick cock disappeared under him as he lowered to suck her clit and taste her fully.
“Oh, God. Oh, it’s too much.” She moved her head side to side. Nothing had ever felt as good as having all these men touch her, suckle on her breasts and her pussy, making her come undone.
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