They chuckled.
“He’s been a snappy fuck. I was wondering what had crawled up his ass a few weeks ago when she first arrived. Now I get it. He’s been attracted to her from the start,” Ford said and chuckled. He ran his fingers through his hair. He took a deep breath and released it.
“We’re going to take this seriously. Plus, slowly. Those bruises she has, and the healing ribs are a lot to absorb and not be so fucking angry at. I swear, I hope Silas and Dmitri kill the fuckers who did this to her,” Flynn told them.
“She may need to talk to someone. We’ll help her with that, too, if need be. It seems the painkillers might have been masking her fears and the post-traumatic stress she suffers from. We all know the signs. You saw her struggling to get out of the dream,” Ford explained.
“And Fenton was the one to pull her out of it. She clung to him. That’s pretty damn ironic,” Flynn added.
“She needs all of us, and thinking about it, she could be the one person that’s able to get through to Fenton and make him feel good again. We’ll have to wait and see, and take the necessary precautions. We’ve had our share of women, and we know how a lot of them that come passing through Pearl really are.”
“Yeah, Ford, out for a ménage experience, wild sex with soldiers, and then they’re long gone. She’s not like that. She feels the connection we feel, too,” Flynn told him, appearing and sounding quite firm.
Grey stepped toward the door. “The best thing we can do is show her what kind of men we are and how reliable we can be. If it’s meant to be then something more will happen. We don’t really know her. We only know that since she arrived here, we’ve been on edge, aroused, and completely into India. Let’s take this one step at a time,” Fisher suggested, and they all agreed before they headed back into the room.
* * * *
Fenton held India against his chest. She was warm, naked, and felt perfect in his arms. He never cuddled with a woman. Not after sex and certainly not with a naked woman in his arms who he hadn’t had sex with. Yet. He knew he was going to have India. There was no denying the attraction. What was even wilder was that his team, his brothers, were feeling it, too. Instead of feeling freaked out or uncomfortable with that, he felt relieved. He was a hard man, a damaged man in so many ways. With his brothers by his side, he could let his guard down a little and they would be there to ensure both his safety and India’s. But the way he was feeling, his gut knew he wouldn’t be the same man after making love to this woman in his arms.
He was wide awake, could hear the men talking in whispered voices in the hallway. They were freaking out, worried about how they were all attracted to India. Hell, he was, too. The emotions, the connection he felt to her was immediate, and each day, each moment in her presence it grew stronger. He felt that tightness in his chest and he knew what it was. He was fearful. He caressed his palm along her ass and then back to her hip.
Her skin was silky smooth, her curves tight and toned. He wondered if she worked out at some fancy gym in Chicago. The thought made him imagine the numerous muscle heads that would try to hit on her. He recognized the emotion that caused his gut to coil up tight. He was jealous. She didn’t even belong to him. He hadn’t even sunk his cock deep into her depths and gotten lost in her body and her enticing scent. Yet, he was jealous. But he didn’t have that same feeling knowing that his team, his brothers would share her body, too. That gave him peace of mind. They protected what was theirs, and India would definitely belong to them.
Fenton’s desire for her was nearly overwhelming. It was like when he got into his truck on a beautiful spring day and one of his favorite songs came on the radio and he blasted it as he sped down the back roads. That thrill and excitement, a pure happy sensation that momentarily made him forget his troubles, his inadequacies, and his failures.
He swallowed hard. He looked down at the beautiful woman clinging to him. Her long, platinum-blonde hair cascaded down her back and along the sheets behind her. She was curvy, voluptuous like no woman he ever met or had sex with before. It kind of intimidated him, she was so beautiful. There was an extra sweetness and sassiness in the empowered aura around India. He liked that. He had a feeling that under normal circumstances, India was a powerhouse in business and in negotiations. She had style, class, and a sophistication that he just couldn’t compete with. He reached up and caressed her luscious lower lip. Why would she even be interested in a man like him? Or, men like his team?
He watched her, took the time to absorb the moment, the feel of such beauty and sexiness in his arms. He felt undeserving for so many reasons.
He was a monster. A man who had become so callous and desensitized toward death. His own nightmares, scars, and close calls in the service were like vultures in the night stealing any ounce of rest or ease. He couldn’t even share with his brothers, his team about how badly his nights were. Having India here to care for and watch over seemed to change his evenings. He watched her as she slept. He kept his eyes on her during the day when she was awake, walking around and not fully recovered.
India moaned softly and then clung to him tighter. He felt her nails against his side and then her thigh lifted upward and straddled his one hip and thigh.
He in return watched Ford, Fisher, Grey, and Flynn enter into the room and see her move around. He ran his hand over her thigh to her naked ass, his fingers grazing her pussy lips from behind. She was wet, aroused, even in her sleep.
“God, she’s so beautiful,” Grey whispered as he stood by the side of the bed, leaned over, and stroked a finger along her shoulder, down her arm and to her breast.
Her nipple hardened and she made another soft noise.
“She sure is perfect,” Ford added as he climbed onto the bed and ran his palm along her hip and ass.
Fenton explored her thighs and her ass, then slowly pressed his finger up into her pussy. Her eyes opened.
“Hmm, that feels good,” she told him.
Ford leaned forward and kissed her shoulder and neck.
“You have one hell of a body, baby. Will you let us explore it? Let us make you feel good?” Ford asked her.
She looked at him and pulled her swollen lip best she could between her teeth.
“You want to, even though I look ugly?” she asked.
Fenton pulled his fingers away from her pussy and cupped her cheeks.
“Don’t ever say that again. You’re not ugly. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You hear me, India? Never,” he scolded, his voice firm and he could feel her shaking.
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her.
* * * *
Ford was in shock for so many reasons. He couldn’t believe how, in a matter of seconds, the atmosphere in the bedroom changed. He still had fears and reservations about making love to India. He wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t about sex, about a physical attraction. They never took a woman together. They never shared the same woman. It wasn’t that they never talked about it because they had close friends who were involved in serious committed relationships. It was very common around Pearl. But he never truly understood the power, the electricity that inundated the room, his body, and what appeared to be happening to his team as well. He couldn’t help but to wonder if this connection and bond would be as strong as what they felt together as a team on a mission, working in sync, and having one another’s backs. That security, that natural connection couldn’t be forced. It was exactly what kept them alive. It was something sacred and pure.
The sight of India lifting upward so Fenton could kiss her more deeply had Ford reacting immediately.
He caressed both hands along her hips to her ass and massaged her. She pressed back as she leaned forward and straddled Fenton’s hips.
Fenton spread his thighs wider and the sight of her wet pussy was too hard to resist. He touched her skin, relished in making contact with such femininity.
He stroked her cunt, sunk his f
ingers into her juices, and India moaned. Ford’s heart hammered inside of his chest.
He pulled his finger out slowly then pushed it back into her wet cunt. The slower he did it the more aroused she got and then began to press back and forth against his finger. He added a second digit and pumped a little faster, her scent filtered through the air, and he felt his cock harden beneath his boxers. He gripped her ass with his other hand and massaged, manipulated her muscles, and she continued to moan, her cunt dripping cream.
He scooted back, unable to resist tasting her, and licked where his fingers stroked and then back over her anus.
“Oh God,” she moaned aloud as she pulled from Fenton’s mouth.
“Feel good, baby?” Grey asked, standing next to Ford. Flynn was to the left of Ford, watching and stroking his own cock.
“Yes. More, Ford. Don’t stop, please,” she told him.
“We’ll make you feel really good, baby. You want that?” Ford asked her.
“Yes. It’s crazy but yes.”
“It is crazy. Since the moment you came here I’ve felt crazy. You’re perfect and I want to learn every inch of this amazing body. I want to learn everything I can about you.”
“Yes, Fenton. I do, too. I’ve never felt this kind of excitement and energy. Are we out of our minds?” she asked him.
Fenton smirked.
“If wanting to be inside of you so badly it hurts makes me out of my mind then so be it. I want you. Every part of you. Let us all have you, India? We’ll protect you and make you ours.”
“I want to.”
“Good. Then just feel. Let go and we’ll catch you,” Flynn told her as he reached out and caressed her cheek. She smiled.
Ford leaned back down to feast on her pussy from behind. India shocked them when she pushed Fenton’s boxers lower and gripped his cock in her hands.
When Fenton hissed, Ford knew that she was sucking Fenton’s cock and he thrust his fingers a little faster.
India spread her thighs wider and titled her ass back to give Ford better access. Flynn, Grey, and Fisher began to touch her, too. Her breasts, her ass, her hair. Fenton gripped her hair and thrust upward as she moaned and exploded on Ford’s fingers.
“Holy fuck,” Fisher exclaimed.
“India, stop. India,” Fenton reprimanded and India lifted upward, breathing heavily.
“When I come, I want to be inside of you.”
“Hurry. I need you,” she said. Fenton pushed down his boxers and Ford lifted her back, his fingers still deep in her cunt. He pressed and flexed his fingers, making her moan and lean back. Their lips touched and he kissed her awkwardly yet it felt so erotic and wild.
“I love these breasts,” Flynn said and licked her nipple, making her gasp and cream some more.
Grey appeared with a box of condoms, handing a packet to Fenton, who quickly got it on.
“Come here, baby,” Fenton said with his arms out. Ford placed her on top of Fenton as he eased his fingers from her cunt.
India moaned and Ford felt his heart pounding against his chest as he realized what they were about to do. They were going to all make love to India. She was going to be part of them. The only woman they ever let into their hearts, their home. A woman to share and make their own.
“Oh God, Fenton. You’re too big,” she said and she gripped Fenton’s shoulders and tried to ease down onto his cock.
Ford gripped her hips and then stroked a finger along her ass. Things sped up immediately.
* * * *
India didn’t know what came over her or them for that matter. They were no longer just military men, friends of Silas’s who were watching over her while she healed. They had become a desire, a sexual need, and the connection she felt with all of them was unique and different. She knew this was an intense decision and that every part of her heart warned her to not do it and not give in to the strange power around them, but she couldn’t resist. Not when their hands felt so good, so right on her body. Every bit of her ached for a totally different reason than bruising and pain. It ached for their touch.
Her pussy even felt foreign. She’d had a few lovers and she knew her body well, but it had never felt so swollen, so filled with anticipation and desire for a man or men. She wanted to kiss, lick, and suck every inch of these men. Fenton, the hard-ass, obnoxious guy she thought he was, turned out to be a lot like her. Stubborn, defiant, unwilling to acknowledge emotions and feelings. Yet here she was trying to ease her tight pussy down his thick, hard shaft. The man was big.
When she felt Ford’s tongue and fingers stroking her ass, she thought she was going to have a stroke.
Never, after multiple times when men tried to seduce her into anal sex and she declined, had she felt so sure she wanted to do this. She wanted to share this bond with them. They were a team, they lived together, worked together, and now would fuck her together, sending her spiraling into a whole new world she knew nothing about and didn’t care. Worrying about tomorrow and consequences were for little girls. She was a grown woman, and her attraction to these five men was stronger than any other desire or want she’d experienced in her lifetime.
Fenton gripped her hips and thrust upward. In that moment, when he was fully into her cunt, they both sighed.
“Oh God, I can hardly breathe,” she admitted and he gripped her hips and chuckled.
“Take your time. We’ve got all fucking night,” he said through clenched teeth. It was when she realized that by her adjusting to his girth and sitting still that she was torturing the poor man. To know she had that power, that ability with her cunt, she felt empowered and she smirked. “I don’t know if I can move. I may just need to sit here a minute,” she said in a soft, sexy tone.
“That isn’t happening. You’re killing me, India. Please move,” he begged and she loved it.
She slowly lifted up and eased back down. Ford must have known she was trying to stay in control for he took that moment to press a finger into her ass and she gasped. One large hand gripped her shoulder while he fingered her ass and whispered into her ear.
“Get ready, woman. You’re about to move real fast and have more than just your pussy and your ass filled with cock.” He nipped her earlobe, giving her the chills, and then she felt the brush of a finger to her chin.
Turning to the side as Fenton thrust up and Ford pressed fingers in and out of her ass, she saw Flynn.
He was naked, filled with tattoos and muscles, and holding one thick, long cock in his hands.
“I need that mouth. We’re going to fill you up and make you all ours. Come on now, baby. Come suck me.”
If they were trying to overwhelm her or believed she was not so experienced with men and their bodies, they had another thing coming. Despite her bruises and sore ribs, she was going to accept their challenge and she was going to make them moan and come.
She licked her lips. Flynn watched her closely. She held his gaze as she eased her tongue along the base of his cock as he held it.
“You’re a little seductress aren’t you, India?” he asked, then gripped her hair and then lifted her chin.
“Take my cock into that sexy mouth of yours while Ford fucks that tight ass and Fenton fucks your sweet, wet pussy.”
“Oh God,” she said, totally turned on and shocked by Flynn’s words.
She eased her mouth over his cock and he began a series of slow inward thrusts.
Behind her Ford pulled his fingers from her ass and she felt something cold against her anus. But she was too caught up in satisfying Fenton and Flynn to care until she felt the thick hard cock penetrate her sacred hole.
She went to pull from Flynn’s cock but he held her head firmly and all three men began to stroke into her.
The bed creaked and the men moaned and India came hard, shaking and feeling overwhelmed.
Flynn gripped her hair tight and grunted loudly. “Swallow me. Take it all, India. All of it,” he ordered in a wild tone that made her immediately react and suck him hard as he cam
e. She swallowed and gulped, his taste filling her senses and imbedding this moment in her head.
Fenton followed suit, thrusting upward fast and then holding himself upward as he shot his seed into her.
Behind her Ford thrust and rocked his hips into her ass.
When he gripped her around the waist and she wondered when he would come, and how he was lasting so long, Fenton and Flynn moved.
Fisher lay on the bed and Ford immediately placed her onto his body. Fisher stroked up into her and she screamed another release as Fisher now filled her pussy with his cock. Fisher pulled her down and kissed her deeply as Ford caressed her ass cheeks and stroked into her ass slowly as she adjusted to Fisher.
“You’re so fucking wild and hot. I love how big your fucking breast are, India. You’re a fucking fantasy,” Fisher said and licked and kissed her mouth, plunging his tongue in.
“She is fucking hot. You got my dick so hard, India. I love watching the rest of my team fuck every part of you, making you ours. You’re never going to belong to anyone but us now. No one ever again,” Grey told her and she moaned and felt her heart soar, her pussy spasm, and then Ford thrust all the way in and come hard. He grunted against her neck and shoulder, nipping her skin.
He caught his breath, kissed her, and then eased out.
They were all so possessive and wild. It turned her on. No men she’d ever met before compared to how macho, how charismatic and tough these men were.
The momentary reprieve was short lived as Grey took his place, hopped onto the bed, grabbed her hips, and gave her ass a smack. The sensation hit her pussy and she was all aroused and on fire again.
“Get ready, baby. I’m claiming ownership of this body, too.” That was all she got and then felt his cock against her anus, his large hands gripping her hips as Fisher held himself deep in her cunt. Then Grey pushed into her in one deep stroke. Her jaw dropped and both men began to stroke into her. A cock in her ass and one in her cunt and she screamed yet another orgasm, making her realize she’d never really experienced anything so powerful as the orgasms she had with these five men.
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