by Annie Stone
I watch him thinking about it. “I think it has to do with possession. The harder I fuck you, the more you yield to me. And nothing makes me hornier than making you mine, every centimetre of you. When I take you hard, you don't just give me your body. You give me your soul and your heart.”
I play distractedly with a button on his shirt. What he is saying is turning me on. I want him to possess me, and it doesn't have anything to do with him owning me, it is about me wanting to belong to him. No longer being alone and having found someone who understands and who is there when I need them. I don't want to die alone in my apartment at some point in the future and only be discovered once my corpse has started to stink and the dog has eaten my face off. Okay, maybe I watch too many thrillers but it could happen.
I want people in my life who notice when I'm not around. For most people, that's family, but that's not an option in my case. I'd rather be alone than have them in my life. What a sad life.
“Why do you like being taken hard?” he asks me.
“For the same reason, or something similar, I suppose. I like that you claim me, but kind of your mark on me. I like the feeling of something binding us together. And I like that you own a little bit more of me every time.” I pick an imaginary piece of lint off his shirt, a little embarrassed.
He kisses my forehead. “This shouldn't make you uncomfortable.”
“I know but somehow it does.”
“How come?”
I fidget a little. “I know it's stupid, but I love giving you the control in bed. It really turns me on. I didn't know it would but it does. I've got this little voice in my head, telling me I'm not exactly projecting the image of a strong, independent woman with equal rights in the bedroom.”
He strokes down my arm. “Don't you feel like it's equal in bed?”
I laugh shortly. “Are you being serious?”
He turns us so that we're looking each other in the eye. His voice is completely serious as his chocolate-colored eyes bore into mine. “Do you really think we're not equal?”
“In our lives, sure, but definitely not in bed, no.”
“Wow, that's really...I don't know what to say to that.” He runs his hand through his hair, suddenly stands up and goes to the door.
“Matt...” I am confused. What is up with him?
“I can't do this now,” he says and leaves my room. I feel like I have been slapped across the face.
I jump up and run into the corridor. “Matt!”
He stops and turns to give me a strange look. “I'm going to be honest with you, Thea. I'm really not sure right now what I'm doing here with you.”
His words hit me like bullets. Matt.
“I don't understand, Matt. I...”
I hear steps behind me and know that Will and Tom have come to see what's going on.
“Really, Thea? This is so fucked up.”
I mentally replay our conversation, what the hell did I say to make him react this way? I can't find anything, and I'm confused. I can't work out what he's trying to tell me. Suddenly, I'm conscious of the fact that I'm naked and standing with three fully-clothed men in a corridor.
“Matt, I'm sorry, but I really don't know...”
He advances on me in a few quick steps and grabs my arms. His touch is like an electric shock, which races through me. “That is, by far, the worst thing you could say, oh what the hell, feel. If that's how you feel, after everything we've done, if that's what you think, then I really don't see a future for us.”
He lets me go. I stare at him, shocked. What? He goes to his room and I stand there, uncertain what to do. I feel a hand, pushing me towards Matt's room. “Don't just stand there, go,” whispers Tom.
I go to Matt's room. “How can you say something like that?”
He turns to face me. “When you really believe that the three of us are just taking what we want then I don't think there's a future for us. For any of us.”
I hear disbelieving noises from the corridor. Where did he get that from? I'm not sure how I'm supposed to deal with this and don't have any experience with angry men. Just one...I shake the images from my head. This is not the same thing. Matt likes me.
I walk up to him and lay my hand on his arm. He doesn't push it away so that's a start.
“Matt, I don't believe this. I think we...I think we must have misunderstood each other.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I definitely didn't misunderstand what you said.”
I think about what I said, and that I don't think we're equal in bed. “But that is the case. I mean, I give you guys the control. You have the control over me, that definitely is not equal.”
“Fuck, Thea. Is that what you really think?” It's Will who speaks from the doorway.
I turn and see that both Tom and Will are also angry. What the hell is wrong with them? Shouldn't these Alpha males be delighted to have a woman surrendering to them. Shouldn't they be beating their fists on their chests or something?
“You've misunderstood me. I willingly give up my equality in bed. That's no reason to get so angry.” I am totally confused.
“The key word here is ‘willingly.’ We haven't forced you to do anything.”
“I'm not saying you have but our sexual activities are led by you. You're the ones who want me in a particular position and put me where you want. You want me on the hood of Will's car? Fine, let's do it.”
Will moves towards me and towers over me. “If we want that and you don't, it'd be rape.”
His words spear me and I stagger back, shocked. How could he say such a thing?
Anger begins to build up. “You are such an asshole, Will.”
I see shock in his face. He goes to grab me, and I jerk away. “Don't touch me!” I wrap my arms around me pushing my breasts together. Six eyes are drawn to my cleavage. Dammit.
Tom comes towards me. “Thea, would you perhaps like to put something on. You're kind of distracting in this state.”
I storm out of the room, run to my closet, and pull things out. Shit, how did such a wonderful evening turn so sour?
I put on leggings, a t-shirt, and a big woolly cardigan and scrape my hair into a messy bun. I pull on my Uggs for good measure and walk back out of my room. I bump into Tom who's on his way to the kitchen.
“Shit, Tom!” He catches me in his arms before I fall over.
I extricate myself from him and stomp into the kitchen. I tighten the belt around my waist and sit at the table. Will and Matt are already sitting there and seething. Tom leans against the table ledge.
“So?” Matt asks.
“What are you asking me for? You're the one who knows everything.” I hiss.
His eyes harden and I feel very small. No, this is not the way this is going to go. I sit up, pull back my shoulders and will not be intimidated. Something changes in his eyes. Pride?
“Everything you do with us is consensual, Thea. Have we done anything that you didn't want or didn't feel comfortable with?”
“No.”
“So what is this shit?”
“I really don't know what your problem is,” I bristle.
Will leans forward, his eyes icy. “My problem is that my girlfriend tells me that I force her to have sex.”
“That's not what I said,” I fire back at him. “I said that we have an equal relationship outside of the bedroom and there's a shift of power when it comes to the bedroom. That's when you have the power and do what you want with me.”
“And that's really what you think?” Tom asks, incredulously.
“Yes and it completely turns me on.”
“You think that we do what we like with you? Or could it be we do what you like?”
“It's the same thing. You want to fuck me, and I want to be fucked.” I shrug my shoulders. Am I being pulled into some game of semantics?
“Exactly. So we're all equal. You get what you want and we get what we want.” Matt looks at me.
I squint my eyes. “Yeah, we all get what we wan
t because you don't treat me as an equal in bed.”
Will runs a hand through his hair. “Cut the crap, Thea. There's a big difference between equality and control. We are always, at all times, equal. Your opinion counts just as much as ours. Also in bed. If there's something you don't want or like, we won't do it. Are we pushing your boundaries? Sure, but if it's something you don't want, you can draw a line at any time. And we've said that to you more than once.” His eyes harden further. “We don't need a fucking safety word or some shit. If you say 'no,' then that's it.”
“If you give up control you don’t lose your right to say what you like and what you don’t like,” Matt continues and his eyes widen as he watches me. “Oh God, don't tell me it's already happened! Have we already done things you didn't want?”
I see that, for all of them, this is a nightmare scenario.
“No, of course not. I love what you do to me.” I say in a calm and collected voice and the relief is palpable in all of them.
“Thea, none of us have any real experience of relationships, but it should be clear for all of us that a relationship will only work when partners—and in our case, several partners—feel equal and secure enough to say what they want and don't want. Otherwise this whole thing is a waste of time.” Tom looks at me questioningly. “Do you trust us?”
I chew on my lower lip. “Yes.”
Will's eyes glint. “So what the fuck is this all about? Are you on your period, or something?”
My temper finally snaps. “Fuck you, Will!”
“Oh, I'll fuck you.” He jumps up and storms over to the table.
I raise my hands. “Don't you dare.”
He pulls me into his arms, holds me tightly, and kisses my hair. “You're killing me here, baby.” He is soft and tender and strokes my back. He then cups my face in his hands and holds me until I look into his eyes. “You are not our sex slave, Thea. That is not what any of us here want. You are a grown woman who's in an, albeit unorthodox, equal relationship. Don't you dare think it's something other than that.”
“Okay.” I whisper and he kisses me softly on the lips.
They're all nuts, I think to myself, as Tom pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly. “You're so important to me, to all of us, baby.”
“I know.” I snuggle into him.
Matt clears his throat. “Now can we go back to your room, babe? My cock is hard and my balls ache.”
“You're not the only one,” Will murmurs.
I grin from Tom's arms.
“Perhaps we can do tonight what we'd planned for tomorrow?” Tom suggests.
They grin at me. Matt takes my hand and pulls me into my room.
“What was all that about?” I ask him as he closes the door.
“Oh, nothing, just a guy thing.”
I nod, unconvinced while Matt strips in record time.
“On all fours, babe.”
As I position myself in the center of the bed, he pulls me nearer to the edge. He kneels behind me, and I feel his hard cock against my ass.
“Fucking you without a rubber is making me five times as hard.” His voice is raw and husky.
He strokes my clit, pushes a finger into me, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. He pushes my legs further apart and thrusts into me. I cry out. He feels so good in me.
“God, Matt, I've missed you so much!” I moan loudly.
He grabs my breasts and kneads them hard. “Missed you more.”
He then places his hands on my hips and begins to thrust into me with a fast-paced rhythm. Oh, it's so good! He really doesn't know how good it is. I let my head drop, my arms braced and my hands grip the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, I notice a cock in my peripheral vision. I look up. Will. He's holding his huge cock near the base and stroking it softly. He tips it against my lips.
I'm confused. A foursome? They want a foursome with me? My lips open, and I take his cock into my mouth. It turns me on. I wasn't sure I'd like the idea, but I love it.
Will's hands rest on my head and he begins to thrust into me. Oh, God! This feeling is amazing! Matt fucking my pussy and Will fucking my mouth. Awesome. I love it. I feel loved. I have no idea why, but I do. This moment we're sharing is so intimate; it's unbelievable. I love them both. I want them to own me, to take me whenever they want. I love that they're both with me, that I can turn them both on. My feelings overwhelm me. I'd love to just scream out but my mouth is otherwise engaged.
Every time he pulls out, I lick his tip and groan, making me hornier by the minute.
“Yeah, baby, suck it good,” he groans. I make sure my teeth don't touch his shaft. Will isn't into teeth like Tom. Matt's hands on my hips and Will's hands on the back of my head. Suddenly, I feel hands kneading my breasts. I can't use my head to check, but I know it's Tom. He rolls a nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pulls a breast towards him and licks my nipple. Oh God, what a feeling! My breath comes faster, almost in pants, as he sucks on my nipple.
Matt reaches round and rubs my clit. Shit. This is so fucking hot. Tom bites my nipple and licks over it quickly to stem the pain while Will continues to fuck my mouth.
“No distractions, baby. Keep sucking,” he groans, and I start to lick his tip, but I'm having difficulty concentrating. Tom's tongue is doing amazing things to my nipple. Matt is in me and on my clit. There are too many sensations. I feel like I won't be able to hold out and don't know what to concentrate on. My body is being so thoroughly stimulated that I don't know what I should react to.
The orgasm builds quickly and breaks over me in record time. I contract around Matt's cock, which becomes even harder, if that's even possible. I want to scream out my orgasm but Will's cock is stopping me. Oh God! Will and Matt have me locked in position and won't let me loose.
I feel Matt begin to jerk; he's close. I taste the first drops of spunk and know that Will won't be far behind.
They both thrust a few more times before Matt empties himself into my pussy and Will shoots spunk down my throat.
“Swallow like a good girl.” He strokes my head as his spunk pours into me. I swallow and lick his tip clean as he eventually pulls out of me.
Matt also pulls out and I collapse on the bed. How awesome was that? I may be totally exhausted but it was indescribable. So many of my erogenous zones being stimulated at the same time by six hands all over me. I was in heaven and came back down to earth to experience this with them again and again.
I feel their hands on me. They stroke me. Someone kisses my shoulder, I think it's Tom. Matt strokes my pussy, softly and carefully. Will kneels in front of me, holds my head and kisses me softly. His tongue licks my mouth gently and plays with my tongue. I groan. They turn me onto my back. Tom begins fondling my breasts, Will busies himself with my mouth and Matt has his hands between my legs. His mouth then finds my pussy and he starts sucking at my clit. I arch against them, wanting more.
One of my hands is buried in Will's hair while he kisses me. The other rests on Tom's head while he sucks hard on my nipple. Fuck! They're driving me wild. I groan into Will's mouth, my body rearing up.
Matt pushes two fingers into my pussy and thrusts in and out, while he nibbles at my clit. Awesome. Will's hands cup my face and hold me tightly while he well and truly fucks my mouth. He doesn't let me come up for air and I don't care, I don't want his lips to ever leave mine.
Tom bites my nipple, and I writhe against his touch. I push closer to him. He moves to the other nipple while his fingers work the first one. He sucks hard, pulling it into his mouth, sucking, licking with his tongue.
Matt's tongue licks at my pussy, as he takes the sensitive skin into his mouth and sucks at it. Then he begins to nibble, and I want to cry out with lust. He pulls his finger out of me and presses his thumb against my clit while his tongue pushes into my wetness.
It's too much! I'm going to lose it! I pant and moan, my breath coming in fits and starts. My heart is pounding so fast that I think it'll burst out of my chest.<
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My pussy contracts around Matt's tongue. He pulls out, saying, “She's ready,” and pushes back in. Yes! I'm ready! I'm going to come and it's going to be the mother of all orgasms. It's going to suck me up, toss me around, and spit me back out again. All that's left will be a hollowed-out shell, nothing left.
Matt presses against my clit, Tom bites one nipple and pinches the other, Will kisses me even harder. And the wave crashes over me. I don't think I've ever come so hard, so fast, so long or so often. I climax again and again, with seconds in between each one, taking me to a level of pleasure I've never encountered.
The boys continue, not letting my pleasure abate. My hand claws in hair, my body arches against a body and my screams are smothered by Will's mouth.
After what feels like hours, I'm finally released from the high, and Matt presses his hand against me. They stroke my skin, bring me back down and I'm done.
I must have fallen asleep. When I open my eyes, I see all of them watching me and smirking. Arrogant dicks.
“God, that was good!” I moan and sprawl myself over the bed.
Tom kisses my shoulder. “Think you can manage more, baby?” Tom asks.
“Well, a marathon might be a bit of a tall order,” I grin, “but more sex could work.”
Matt lifts me up and I sit, astride of Will. His stiff cock presses against my pussy. I take it and push it into me. Will puts his arms around me and holds me in place. I wonder why.
I feel something wet slip down between my ass cheeks. They wouldn't, would they?
Yes, they would. I feel how Tom's cock (I think it's his, he's allowed to go first) pushes against my pucker. Oh God!
Is this even possible? Can I have two huge cocks in me at the same time?
“Relax, baby,” I hear Tom say. He strokes my backside gently, his fingers run between my cheeks and push into my anus.
As I begin to relax, he pushes his tip against my pucker and I tense again.
“Try to relax, baby,” Will whispers into my ear and bites my lobe. I moan.
Tom starts stroking again, his fingers going in and out. Will's lips press against mine, his tongue licks my lower lip. I open my mouth and he pushes his tongue in. Matt strokes my back, my arms. What is he up to? Is he just a voyeur here?