by Juniper Bell
He leaned down and claimed her mouth with a deep, possessive kiss. At the same time he kneed her legs apart and snaked his hand between them. She squirmed at the firm warmth pressing against her sensitive clit. The tingles reached like tentacles through her system.
Lifting his head, he turned his attention to the three men. “Guys, I know this woman like I know the back of my hand.” He turned his hand to knuckle her pussy. Despite his cheesy play on words, the bony pressure made her melt. “And right now she’s dying to have someone touch her nipples. She’s very sensitive there.”
Jake rose to his feet and came toward them, his head nearly brushing the ceiling of the sauna. He looked enormous in the small space. Enormous and hugely aroused. Her eyes widened at the size of Jake’s member. It was thick as a baseball bat. Katia’s heart raced and her eyes closed in half-frightened anticipation.
In the welcome darkness, the touch of a strange hand on her breast made her jump. This hand was rougher than Lars’. It felt hungry, as if it were starved for the feel of a woman’s body. It tweaked her nipple, then made a quick trip down the curve of her waist, an exploratory trip of feeling and testing.
“Damn, that’s a gorgeous woman you got there,” said Jake in his thick voice.
“Yes, she is,” said Lars simply. “We’re all lucky bastards to be in the same room with her.”
“No kidding.”
Something wet and hot tugged at her other breast. Katia’s eyes flew open to find Marlowe tonguing her nipple. She relaxed back against Lars’s chest and let the two men feed on her body.
Wild Nights. They don’t kid around here. That was her last coherent thought before she gave herself over to the thrilling sensation of two strange men fondling her body. Jake’s impatient hands roamed freely over her flesh while Marlowe tongued her nipple until she thought she’d die from pleasure. The sight of two such fine men bent over her, touching her, desiring her, was almost too much for her. She felt quivers begin deep inside.
Lars must have sensed them. He took his hand off her pussy and brought her wrists together above her head. Was it turning him on to see his friends enjoying her like this? It must be. His erection pressed against her ass. He even tilted her body this way and that to give the men easier access. His arousal sent hers into overdrive. Her pulse raced to triple time and her sex heated with need.
Neither of Lars’ friends had yet touched her there. She wanted to spread her legs to encourage them, but Lars was holding her so far off the floor that if she moved her feet, she’d be dangling freely.
“Eagle,” said Lars. “What’s up with you? Not interested in playing?”
Eagle sat up and spread his thighs apart. No one could miss his surging erection. “Oh, I’m definitely interested.” His soft voice had a slight accent. “Any chance you could bring her this way?”
The other two men reluctantly fell back. Lars lowered Katia so she could take a step forward. She welcomed the slickness of the floor, which was slightly cooler than the rest of the sauna. This room had to be over a hundred degrees. Add to that the heat rippling through her body and the place might as well be on fire.
Lars walked Katia the few steps to the bench where Eagle sat. When they stood directly in front of him, they stopped and waited while he consumed her with a dark, intense gaze. Over his heart, he had a huge tattoo of a fiery eagle clutching a dove in its talons. He must be the bad boy in the group. For the first time, she felt the urge to cover herself.
“I bet we have a lot in common, you and me,” he finally said in a conversational voice.
“Really?” It seemed an odd thing to say given the circumstances, with her nude body inches from his fingertips.
“Do you like sex?”
That was an easy question. She nodded.
“So do I.”
She laughed. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Not the way you and I do. I’m a freewheeling kind of guy. Something tells me you are too.” He dropped his gaze slowly down her body.
She tensed until Lars whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry about Eagle. He likes to test people. Just roll with it.”
She took a deep breath, which had the effect of making her breasts stir in the steamy air. Eagle’s attention shifted to her chest. Her nipples immediately responded to his dark-eyed scrutiny. A soft smile played across his lips. She bit her lip at how her nipples gave her away. Couldn’t they ever be discreet? Must they always announce her horniness to the world?
“Me, personally, I like sex wherever, however I can get it. Some people think that’s a guy thing. I think it’s a personality thing. Some of us are that way. No telling why. Know what I mean?”
She lifted one shoulder. Eagle tracked every second of the movement. Never had she felt so aware of her body before, not even on stage in Amsterdam.
“So, from one free spirit to another, do you like cock?”
Behind her, one of the other men let out a snort. “Don’t scare her off, Eagle.”
Obviously they didn’t know her very well. She lifted her chin. “Yes. Very much, as a matter of fact.”
“Have you ever made love with more than one partner before?”
She hesitated. Lars knew some of her secrets, but not all. “Yes.”
“And you liked it?”
“Yes, I did. Everyone had a good time. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“No, nothing at all. Freedom, that’s my middle name. Literally. Eagle Freedom Brown.”
“Oh.”
“Hippie parents, what can I say?”
Well, they had that in common anyway. Her mother would have loved this guy.
“Let her go, Lars. You’re holding on to her like a trophy there.”
Lars laughed and released his hold on her. It felt strange to stand on her own. Strange but freeing. Her hands were now loose to play however she liked, but at the moment she didn’t know what to do with them.
“I bet she could use a tongue on her clit,” said Eagle. “Do you mind, Lars?”
“Not if she doesn’t.”
“She doesn’t,” Eagle said with supreme confidence.
Katia felt a moment of indignation, even though he was completely correct. Before she could protest, Marlowe knelt down at her feet and touched her pussy with the very tip of his tongue. Just a quick touch, but electric. She jumped.
“Lars, may I?” Jake’s rumbly voice sounded in her ear.
“Sure.” Lars stroked her waist. “You okay, Katia?”
She nodded distractedly, since Marlowe’s tongue required most of her attention.
Lars ambled over to the bench and lay down on his back. Jake immediately took his place. His way of holding her up was different from Lars’. He put his arms under hers and filled his hands with her breasts.
“Oh man, you feel good.” He groaned against her hair. “I got a hard-on the size of a tree.” Indeed he did. Katia felt it, hot against her ass. She relaxed back against Jake’s chest, which felt furrier than Lars’, and let him play with her nipples, teasing and flicking and rolling them with his rough-skinned fingers. She felt the need in those fingers, the need for a woman after too much time without.
Kneeling in front of her, Marlowe worked his tongue against her clit to a different rhythm, taking his time to lick and explore. He seemed to luxuriate in the juices that dripped from her pussy. The two men’s paces, one rough and demanding, the other slow and sensual, clashed with each other in a way that drove her mad. Jake stoked her fever, while Marlowe drew it out like a master of tease.
And all the while, Eagle urged her on with his gaze. He put his hand to his cock and stroked himself as Jake and Marlowe worked her into a frenzy of arousal. She couldn’t look away from Eagle. She kept seeing herself through his eyes, seeing her flushed body twisting in Jake’s arms, big hands pulling her nipples, kneading her breasts. It felt as if she were inside her body, feeling every sensation, and outside watching herself at the same time. Watching the men too—Jake’s huge golden-haired body b
ent over her, Marlowe’s shaggy hair at her crotch. Grunts and groans peppered the air.
She tore her eyes away from Eagle’s and locked gazes with Lars. Her lover stretched out on the bench, his head propped on one hand, his erection heavy between his legs. She shoved aside the all-consuming pleasure and tossed him a silent question. Is this okay for you? Are you enjoying this?
In response, he put his hand on his engorged cock and ate her up with hot gray eyes. I love you, she mouthed to him.
Marlowe ended their silent conversation with a nibble of her clit. The sharp sensation made her cry out and roll her head back against Jake’s mountainlike chest. The waves were starting, she could feel them, thundering toward her like a summer storm. She was so close, so close… She clamped down on her inner muscles to stop the orgasm.
Jake tugged hard at her nipples, demanding her attention. “We want you to come like this. With all of us watching. But you’re fighting it, aren’t you?”
She nodded, panting.
“Why? Are you too shy to come in front of us?”
“No. I just…I don’t want…” How could she explain it when she could barely catch a breath?
Lars understood. “She’s having so much fun, she doesn’t want it to end. Right, love?” At her nod, he added, “We have all night. Come all you want. Any way you want. And guys…a finger in her ass makes her come every time.”
He knew her too well. A second later, someone’s sauna-slick finger, she didn’t know whose, invaded her ass, and she had no more say in the matter. Jake tugged hard at her nipples. Marlowe mouthed her clit and she surrendered to a white-hot, blinding orgasm. She caught a quick glimpse of Eagle’s blazing black eyes just before everything went blurry. Primitive sounds ripped from her mouth. On and on it went, waves rushing through her, crushing her against the solid wall of Jake’s chest.
The steamy sauna went dark as the orgasm finally faded.
She sagged against Jake, barely able to keep her head up. He lifted her in his arms and draped her onto the upper bench opposite Lars. She stretched out, limp as a child. She flung her arm over her face and floated somewhere toward the ceiling.
“Fuck, that was hot,” said Jake. “Look at my goddamn boner.”
“You’re not the only one,” answered Marlowe. “Look at this beauty.”
Katia let her head fall to the side. Four rock-hard boners greeted her. She wanted to help them out with those, really she did. If she could just take a little rest first…
The afterglow from that incredible orgasm made her eyes drift shut. The heat of the sauna pressed in on her. Unconsciousness beckoned like a sweet river, impossible to resist. She surrendered to it and dozed off to the rumbling lullaby of men’s voices.
The harsh, animalistic sound of male grunts woke her some time later. She opened her eyes, then blinked, sure she was dreaming. When the image didn’t disappear, she blinked again. Was this real? Could this actually be happening?
Chapter Eight
Lars watched Katia’s eyes widen. Not that he blamed her. She’d never seen him with another man’s mouth on his cock. She’d never seen him with his legs spread as if he were a king being sexually serviced. She’d never seen him during Wild Nights, after all.
Marlowe’s hot mouth suckled him and he groaned. He blocked out the fierce pleasure to focus on Katia. Would she be alarmed? Disturbed? Her pupils had darkened to a deep purple in the dim light. But he saw nothing aside from a mix of surprise and curiosity on her pixie face. He shouldn’t have worried. He relaxed and pushed his hips forward into Marlowe’s mouth—the man took all of him without flinching.
That was Marlowe for you. He pushed things to the limit. Always testing himself. Challenging his own beliefs. Trying new things.
Not that having Jake’s dick up his ass was anything new for Marlowe. Bent over in a position of utter submission, the scientist spread his own ass cheeks apart for Jake. Jake worked his cock into Marlowe’s ass one slow inch at a time.
God, that was hot. Almost as hot as watching Katia lose it under the sensual ravaging of his friends. Why hadn’t he realized it would be that way? That seeing her nipples harden and her flesh quiver under the touch of others would give him a new understanding of his Katia? Her climax had been so perfect. He’d almost come right along with her.
Instead he’d watched her fall asleep while Marlowe knelt between his legs and took his cock into his mouth. And then Jake had grabbed the opportunity offered by Marlowe’s backside…
No one else would let Jake fuck him in the ass besides Marlowe. Jake’s dick was too damn big. But Marlowe seemed to love it. He wiggled his hips to help Jake embed himself deeper. He lapped at Lars’ cock like an eager dog. Grunts came from the back of his throat, or maybe the pit of his belly.
At the base of Lars’ spine, the pressure built. He wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. He groaned deeply and checked on Katia.
She looked wide-awake now, completely wrapped up in the show they were putting on. The fascinated look on her face nearly put him over the edge. She ate up every move they made. Maybe he should have mentioned their Wild Nights games earlier. But he couldn’t.
Jake licked his hand, reached around and fisted Marlowe’s cock. Marlowe reacted with a full-body shudder. He looked vulnerable, pinned by Jake’s hard shaft with Lars’ dick down his throat. If Lars hadn’t known how much Marlowe loved getting fucked any way it came, he would have felt bad for the guy. Instead he shoved his cock against the hard wall at the back of Marlowe’s throat. God, that felt good. Too good. Lars’ thighs twitched and sweat ran down his chest. Katia was about to watch him lose it, just like he’d watched her.
Each little detail of the scene burned into Katia’s vision. The sight of Marlowe sucking Lars off was so primitive, so erotic. They looked like a sculpture come to life, sweat glistening on their bodies. Men moved differently in sex. More direct, their muscles clenching, driving to the finish line. The small space vibrated with sexual heat.
Overwhelmed, she reached down and touched herself. Her flesh was still tender and sensitive. She fingered the little bud until a hand stopped her.
“Not yet,” a soft voice ordered. She twisted around, only now remembering the fourth member of the group. Eagle sat next to her, his own cock at full stand. He put a calming hand on her chest, right between her breasts, as if to subdue her. “Part your legs so you don’t come. Relax.”
“Why?”
“It’ll be better that way.”
She opened her legs. A waft of dry heat caressed her pussy. It felt as if the air in the room was making gentle love to her. Relax. It wasn’t hard. Her bones seemed to melt into the bench. A soft layer of sweat glistened on her body.
She looked back at the men, deep in the throes of their animal mating, sweat pouring off their bodies. Jake’s forceful thrusts set the pace. With each one, Marlowe’s body clenched and his head pushed farther onto Lars’ cock. Jake manhandled Marlowe’s member with a kind of rough carelessness, as if he were jacking himself off.
A drip of moisture stole down her inner thigh. Not sweat. Arousal. She squirmed against the wooden bench, loving the feel of the rough planks against her skin.
“You’re getting turned-on, aren’t you?” asked Eagle.
“Yeah.”
“You want them? All of them?”
“Yes.” The words left her lips in a sigh. “They’re all so beautiful.”
“Men fuck like animals, don’t they?”
She swallowed hard. “Animals” described it well. It was raw, masculine rutting, three powerful bodies using each other ruthlessly. The amount of sheer male force could have powered a battleship. Even Marlowe, the smallest of the four and apparently the most submissive, had muscles rippling up his straining back. Their bodies gleamed in the low candlelight, which flickered with every groan.
She clenched her fists to keep from touching herself. She wanted to be part of it, she wanted to be there with them, surrounded by three prime studs in the a
ct of tearing each other apart. Instead she was stuck here on the sidelines while her pussy clamored for attention.
A harsh cry signaled the beginning of the end.
Lars came first, jutting his hips into Marlowe’s mouth as if his cum would blow the back of the man’s head off. Marlowe guzzled it down. Katia felt her own mouth work in unison with his. She could practically taste Lars’ delicious salty stuff. At the sight of Lars’ chest arched in ecstasy, Jake pounded deep into Marlowe’s ass and let loose a cry that shook the ceiling.
As Jake came, he pumped Marlowe’s swollen cock. And then it was Marlowe’s turn. He gave an enormous shudder, then went still as mammoth jets of liquid spurted from his cock onto the floor.
Fascinated, Katia caught her lower lip between her teeth and watched them ride out their release. Her pussy burned with a kind of sympathetic, vicarious orgasm.
Afterward, Jake sprawled on the floor, spread-eagled. Marlowe collapsed on the lower bench and Lars slumped right where he was. They looked spent and drunkenly sated. Eagle tossed each one of them a towel. Marlowe lifted one limp arm long enough to wipe up the mess on the floor. The sound of deep raspy breathing filled the room.
Katia tried to meet Lars’ eyes but they’d closed in an expression of sleepy bliss. She realized she felt left out. They three men had all gone on a journey together that didn’t include her. Sulky, she turned her head to face the wall. Eagle’s hand still rested on her chest. He gave her a little pat, as if he understood exactly how she felt. Did he feel left out too?
A snore rumbled from the pile of sweaty flesh. They’d probably be zoned out for a while. Time for some investigating.
She sat up and scooted next to Eagle. His head rested against the wall, one hand on his thigh next to his deflating cock. Had he jerked off to the sight of his friends mating?
“So…do you guys do this kind of thing a lot?” She spoke in a low voice so she wouldn’t disturb anyone’s afterglow.
Eagle shrugged. “Only during Wild Nights. We used to do it more. Winters are long, you know. Not a lot of women around. We were horny teenagers when we first tried it.”