“Jesus,” Chase cursed. “Are we going to be idiots again?”
“You wear a condom if you want.” Giovanni answered. “If she gets pregnant with my kid, then I guess that makes her mine, doesn’t it?”
“I’m guessing it’s too late anyway. You said we were good last week, Ev. What exactly did you mean by that?” Briggs was still behind her, still making her wild with the way he worked her tits. His hot breath at her ear sent shivers down her back. “Evvie? Answer me.”
“I want another baby.”
She hadn’t known it until the moment Briggs asked the question that Friday night. But then, in that second, she wanted it desperately. She hadn’t changed her mind on Saturday, or Sunday, either.
“Jesus,” Chase swore again. “We are fucking nuts.” He bit out each word. “You, too, goddammit, Ev.”
Briggs pulled his tongue out of her ear. “Oh, did I get that wrong? Like maybe you used a condom on Sunday?”
“Fuck, no. Goddammit.”
“Stop talking. We’re decided. Lay her the fuck down,” Giovanni bade. “Kiss her, suck her tits. Whatever you want. But I’m fucking her now.”
“Come on, baby.” Chase kissed her again and slowly removed his finger from her, trailing it, wet from her own desire, along her clit. “Lie down for us.”
Briggs tore the bedding back and steadied her as she went down on the cotton sheet. He took his shirt off, and Chase followed suit.
Evvie moved to the center of the bed. Giovanni stood at the foot, and the others each took a side.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let me see you.”
Evvie took an unsteady breath. So much for bodacious sex goddess. She thought she’d learned something, but suddenly she was in a panic. Hot as it had been last week, there had been none of this—nothing like baring herself, revealing her most private, intimate parts boldly. In the daylight. Before three men.
It was almost more than she could do. But Briggs was there, beside her. He kissed her mouth and then ran his tongue over her nipple. He slid his fingers down her abs to her center. “It’s okay, baby. You can do this.”
He kept a finger on her chin, kept her gaze locked with his, while his touch moved to her thigh. He pressed a little, directing her, and she bent her knee and opened. Then Chase was at her other side, sucking her breast and helping with her other leg.
“Holy fuck,” Giovanni breathed. “You’re ready for me, baby, aren’t you?”
Evvie knew what he meant. She could feel it between her thighs, the moisture waiting to welcome him. His big cock.
She’d been sore, the morning after, eight years ago. She’d been all but ignorant that night, knowing just that when each man had her, she felt incredibly stretched, incredibly full.
She had a little more experience now, a little more exposure. It wasn’t hard, these days, to get a look at videos of a man sexually aroused. She’d realized that her men each had the equipment to be world-class porn stars.
It was enough to make a woman of limited experience afraid. She wondered if ignorance hadn’t been to her advantage.
But they’d already given her one amazing orgasm, to say nothing of her experiences with them the week before. She trusted her men to know how to please her.
And she couldn’t turn them down, regardless. That erection Giovanni sported was for her, and she wanted it. “Yes,” she said. “I want you.”
She had her arms circled around Chase and Briggs. They held her legs, opening her for their friend. They nestled in, suckling at her breasts, her mouth.
Giovanni put a knee onto the bed. He rested one hand along her hip, and with the other, he circled his cock at her opening. Looking into her eyes, he pressed in.
Evvie moaned, arching a little, both stimulated and worried by the incredible stretch as he filled her with just the head of his big cock.
Giovanni liked the moan. His eyes shone, and he grasped her hip with his hand, securing her. Then he sank in, slowly, relentlessly, until he was buried deep, all the way inside her.
Chase had lifted his head to watch. “Jesus, that’s hot. Do you like that, Evvie?” He looked at her, twisting her nipple as he spoke. “Gi’s got you all fucked, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” she said, whimpering. Chase was exactly right. Giovanni’s cock was so big, it filled her completely, stretching and stimulating her. It was wickedly stirring, beyond anything she could imagine. “Giovanni,” she murmured.
“Go ahead and fuck her,” Briggs urged. “She wants it.”
She did. She did. And she loved it when Giovanni gave it to her.
With a growl, Giovanni let go of what he’d obviously leashed back. He withdrew and then slammed into her once, a good, hard fuck. Then he gave over to it.
He fucked her endlessly, holding above her, splaying her legs wide with his knees, making her completely vulnerable to him. Hard and fast, he thrust over and over.
Evvie gloried in it, the wild taking, the suckling at her tits, the stimulation from fingers that stroked her clit. She had them all, touching her, loving her, all of her men.
Giovanni’s cock was so big and hard, penetrating, stretching her, stimulating. He drove her, urging her on with harsh words, praise, and command. “Fuck, baby. Evvie. You’re so tight. So hot. Come for me. Hurry. I’m fucking going to explode. Come, goddammit.”
The others pushed her, too, kissing and sucking, rubbing at her clit, encouraging her with words. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let him have you. Let go.”
She didn’t just go, she flew. Giovanni fucked her more insistently, arching back, growling his need. Evvie cried out, driven to a rocking, flailing orgasm. She shuddered and wailed, her body jerking to meet Giovanni’s thrusts. Her climax took her, shook her, even as Giovanni reached his. With harsh, feral grunts he slammed into her, finishing off with hot spurts of cum deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, letting his knees slide out so his head rested on her chest. Together, their rough groans of ecstasy slowly eased.
Chase and Briggs nuzzled gently at her neck now, softly soothing her. Evvie wallowed in it, the gentle touches, the sweet, owning pleasure of having Giovanni’s softening cock still inside her, being the vessel for the hot deposit of his cum.
She rested there for long minutes, replete, completely happy.
Then Chase turned her head to his, and his kisses turned more needy than sweet.
Chapter Seven
Chase almost couldn’t believe what he was doing. He’d held a woman, petting and kissing her, stroking her clit to make her come, while one of his best friends fucked her. Now, his cock was hard, and he was not just kissing her but tonguing her, ready to fuck her himself.
He’d done some crazy things with his buddies, back in the day. They’d shared a lot of experiences. They’d killed a couple six-packs out on the fifty-yard line of their high school football field. They’d smoked weed under the bleachers a time or two. They’d kissed their first girls, and got to all the bases, and told each other about it, embellishing where needed.
One memorable but regretful day, the three of them, absent Shep, had gotten hot, loose Cindy Wilkerson to suck them all off in the tree house.
That wasn’t this. That day had ended up feeling skanky. They’d each had nothing to say to Cindy after, and they couldn’t look each other in the eye.
Now, while Evvie had writhed and wailed in that hot orgasm, when Gio had pounded his climax into her, Chase and Briggs had looked at each other in wild, appreciative pleasure. It had been hot and sweet, and Chase wanted more of it.
He wanted to fuck Evvie, while Briggs and Gio were there, loving on her also.
This was a thing outside of his experience, almost outside of his imagination. He didn’t know how it would end, but he wanted to be part of what it was now.
Gio was still dazed into near unconsciousness, collapsed onto Evvie. But as Chase kissed Evvie, harder, deeper, she began to respond. She held his head with both hands, met his tongue with hers, and hummed out little
sounds of pleasure.
Briggs had already caught on. The little idle diddling of her nipple he’d kept up after Evvie and Gio’s wild, shared orgasm got more intent. Chase lifted for a minute to watch Evvie’s rising pleasure as Briggs worked her.
She was so incredibly responsive. She said she loved them all, and it seemed to be true. She wasn’t like Cindy Wilkerson or like her mom, Fancy, either. Briggs had taken her virginity the night of the funeral, he’d told them, and Chase wasn’t surprised. It was clear that night that she was a novice. There’d been no little barrier, no virgin’s blood. Even in the dark, he’d have known if it was there.
But she was as close to untouched as could be.
Briggs had also said she’d admitted she hadn’t made love again since that night, and they were all compelled to believe it.
Gio was right. They knew Evvie, knew who she was. She was theirs, as she had been from that first day Shep gave her a hand up into the tree house.
This did not feel skanky. It felt very, very right.
He went back to her mouth and fucked his tongue into her. Bluntly communicating his intention, he nudged a knee into Gio’s side. Belatedly, the fucked-out idiot became aware of what was going on and rolled off Evvie. Gazes meeting as Chase took his place, Gio nodded.
This was right. She was theirs.
* * * *
Briggs watched as Chase took his turn. Gio had crawled off to the side, taking one of Evvie’s hands with him, holding and kissing it, but otherwise curled on the bed at her head, appearing entirely content, mind blown. Still, he kept an eye open, watching what was going on.
Chase apparently liked to kiss while he fucked. He lay propped on his left elbow, using his right hand to hold Evvie while he fucked her mouth with his tongue. He had his cock inside her, too, had shoved right in the second Gio had given up his place. Ev had given a little squeal at that, but no real objection.
Chase put a lot of attention into the kissing.
But Briggs knew Evvie was aware of that cock pressing into her. There was no way she could help but be aware. It turned out the three friends each had magnificent cocks.
That wasn’t something a man necessarily knew even about his best buddies. Yeah, there was that day in the tree house when they’d got some girl to pass out blow jobs. But they’d been like fifteen then. They’d been starting to show some promise, but Briggs hadn’t really seen either of the others fully aroused since that day. A morning hard-on poking out a guy’s sweats apparently just wasn’t the same.
They were some well-hung brothers.
So Evvie was full of cock, and Chase was kissing her, and he himself was working her lovely tit. She liked it all. She started that sweet little hum of excitement she had. Very hotly, she began rocking a bit, working herself against the big cock that had her pinned to the bed. Chase seemed oblivious, just keeping at her mouth.
Then he wasn’t so oblivious. He lifted up, keeping her head held to him with a hard grip in her hair. With a harsh, determined groan, he began fucking her. It was wickedly intense, the way he held over her, watching her, locking her gaze, as he steadily fucked into her. He was like a machine, each movement a full withdrawal followed by a full taking.
Chase’s hands were busy, so Briggs reached across to grasp both nipples. He pinched and tugged at them, already knowing that Evvie loved good, hard stimulation there. He couldn’t reach her clit with the way Chase lay over her, but she didn’t seem to need anything extra there. Apparently, a good pounding by that big cock was doing it all.
Very quickly, Evvie’s breathing turned to rough gasps. She moaned with every thrust Chase gave her, her body jerking with the force of it, causing little tugs where Briggs held her nipples.
Chase’s heat was rising, too. He grunted out harsh breaths. He was a bit more romantic about it than Gio, but equally vocal. “Evvie,” he said. “Sweetheart. Baby. Sweetheart.”
Evvie was moaning, digging in with her heels now to meet Chase’s thrusts. They were perfectly matched, the speed of that thrust-receive action picking up until Chase was pistoning into her.
“Chase!” Evvie was wildly high with it, crying out her excitement. Chase matched her, his own pleasure expressed in a steady, rising roar.
They came together, riotous orgasms that had them both crying out, both spasming in hard, brutal fits.
It was such a turn-on Briggs practically came himself. He did holler out once, as though he was part of it.
And he wanted it, needed it, just like that. He didn’t give even a moment for Evvie to settle. He lifted up, grasping her at the waist and turning her toward him.
“Roll over, Ev. You’re not done.”
Chase fell off to the side. Evvie tried to go to her knees, but Briggs didn’t want that.
“No,” he instructed. “Flat out. Again.”
He wanted her that way like he was driven to it. He’d done it before, down on the Hudson, and it was that fuck more than anything that had driven him crazy the whole next week.
He lay over her, covering her, keeping her legs closed by hooking her ankles with his. He squeezed his cock between her sweet thighs and shoved all the way into her pussy.
That was what he wanted. His full weight on her, his full possession of her obvious.
He grasped her hands and pulled them together over her head. He took both wrists with one hand then slid the other beneath her. He nudged her up a little until his fingers found her clit. Then he settled back on top of her, pressing her against his fingers.
“God, Evvie. That’s so good.” He loved it. Her pussy was hot and incredibly tight. He was amazed she’d been able to handle all of them, those big cocks. He could feel the way she had to stretch to accommodate him, and it was freaking hot.
Because she loved it. He flexed just a little, bringing himself deeper into her. He’d have thought she’d object at the way the movement distended her.
But, no. She moaned and arched, having to work hard against his bodyweight. She tilted herself to take more of him. She wanted him. Deeper. Harder.
He started working her, giving her what she wanted. He drew out, her thighs caressing him, stimulating him even on the withdrawal. Then he shoved back in, hard, slapping against her ass. Each thrust brought her clit against his fingers, and that excited her more.
She was still hot from Chase’s fuck. Briggs really hadn’t given her time to come down. Almost immediately she was high again, practically climaxing right away.
He didn’t care. She could come anytime she wanted and think she was done.
But she wasn’t.
Even as she started to spasm, crying out, jerking underneath him, he drove her harder. “Not done,” he huffed out, punctuating his words with another thrust. “I told you, you weren’t done. Come more, baby. Harder. Harder.”
His head was about to explode. Her pussy was fucking heaven, fitting his cock like she was tailored just for him. He loved it all, the flex of her firm ass as she rocked up to take him, like she wanted every millimeter he had. The wetness that smoothed his way and coated his fingers, the evidence of her desire for him, and of his friends’ taking of her before him. Her needy groans and erotic words.
If she’d been timid about sex up until now, she was getting over it. She was freaking stepping up. “Briggs, Briggs,” she groaned. “More. I need more. Fuck me. Briggs, fuck me.”
Jesus. “Yes, baby. I have you.” He pounded harder, hooking his fingers to work her clit more. “That’s it, Evvie.”
She rode him, rode his fingers, his cock. He was no longer holding her wrists, rather, she was gripping him, her hands wrapped around his wrist, clutching, her nails digging in.
“Ahhh!” she wailed. “Ahhh! Briggs!”
He felt her coming again, her pussy spasming, clasping his cock, milking him hard. It was wildly hot, beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
He fucking came, hard jolts of ecstasy torn from his balls. His cum tore through his dick, spurting into her as she rode out h
er own orgasm, his cock nailing into her even as she bucked hard beneath him.
Groaning, cursing, ears ringing, he blasted into her.
* * * *
Briggs’s muscular body was dead weight on top of Evvie. She’d have been happy to stay there, covered by him, possessed. It was a lovely feeling, the sense of belonging to him, to them.
There was just the little matter of difficulty breathing. Still, she loved it so much she might have turned blue before she complained. But Chase, the one who would have to initiate CPR, was aware of her predicament.
She felt the ungentle nudge he gave Briggs. Felt it everywhere, even in places that should be completely numb to it by now.
She should feel overdone, overfucked. But she didn’t. Apparently, there was a well of sexual desire inside her that she hadn’t explored up until now.
These three men were hers, and she wanted them. Endlessly, it appeared. If one of them recovered enough to fuck her again right now, she was game. She was eager for it.
Maybe it was just the long drought. Maybe any woman would feel this way after eight years. But she didn’t think so. She was pretty sure she’d still feel this way tomorrow, if they were there, wanting to make love to her. And the next day. And the next.
She loved them, all of them. And she wanted them all. She tamped down the little shiver of concern. Perhaps it wasn’t quite fair to think of her mother as a whore, but the fine line separating Fancy Charles from that profession had largely to do with the fact that she was a rank, incompetent amateur about it.
Evangeline hadn’t worried that she’d loved these three since they were boys and she a girl. She’d formed a woman’s love for them on the night she had those single, intensely moving sexual encounters. But since that night it had been a chaste love, a thing she held dear to her heart, like a child’s comforting blankie.
Having incredibly hot sex with them, all three of them, and loving it, wanting it, wanting more, well, that put a troublesome spin on it. One might think that eight years of content celibacy would effectively establish that she was not her mother’s daughter.
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