“I’m a bit scared, like to, you know, let them that close to me.”
Angelina wrapped her arm through her sister’s and pulled her along to the side of the cabana where they could talk. “You mean sex again?” she asked. Francesca let out a long breath and then took a sip from her glass of wine. “Uh yeah, I don’t think I can. I mean, like I feel the attraction, they’re gorgeous, older, and have all those muscles, and I mean I want to explore more but then I…I panic. I mean I totally start imagining things and I put on the brakes. They aren’t going to be patient like that.”
“Slow down. Take another sip of wine. Let’s talk this through. I get it.”
“You do?”
“It’s the fear of letting down that guard you’ve only just recently put up, and are still trying to strengthen and now suddenly, when that wall isn’t really pain proof, you’re making the decision to let it down. That’s heavy stuff, but I think you may be wrong about their patience. Look at my men. They have just as many years on me as yours have on you, and they were super patient in the beginning.”
“I’m not you though. You had a year to recover and you’ve always been athletic and into martial arts. You had that to fall back on. I have a fiddle. I’m not confrontational, I don’t like fighting.”
“You’re stronger now than ever before. You’re working, you’re training now, and you met those four older men who want to show you how real men treat their woman. I was scared too, Frankie. Deathly scared to even let them know I had been a victim and how bad things had been, but I took the chance. I don’t regret it and I know you won’t either. But listen, this is your life, your decision. No one said you need to sleep with them, to have sex with them just because they’re older. It’s not about sex, it’s about putting Zane, the pain, the abuse, the mind games all behind you and feeling connected, attracted to another man, well, four men, and after thinking you could never do that again. Never allow a man close to you, never mind make love to you.”
“I can’t imagine that. I mean I couldn’t until like recently. When I kissed Sodo in the pool before, I didn’t think. I just reacted.”
“That’s a good thing, sweetie,” Angelina told her and smiled.
“I don’t want to mess this up or make them angry,” she whispered. Angela gulped and placed her hand on her sister’s shoulder.
“They aren’t Zane. These are real men, good men, respectful men who would do whatever they could to protect all women and children and especially their own. Talk to them about your fears. You can gage their reactions, the depth of their desire to make you theirs.”
“And if I screw it up because I can’t let them touch me, then what?”
“Honey, they are incredible men, and there is no way once they tag team you with kisses, touches, licks, and strokes will you be able to resist or even want to resist. Trust me on this, a ménage is absolutely incredible, and when a bond so strong exists there can be no resisting it.”
* * * *
Francesca went to use the bathroom and then headed to her bedroom to freshen up. “Francesca?” She turned to see Gordon there. He looked concerned.
“You disappeared. Are you feeling okay?” he asked her, immediately sliding his arm around her waist and hoisting her close. She was still only wearing her bikini and the cover-up. She gripped onto him and nodded like some mute. My God he was so good looking, and now as evening fell upon them he was sporting a little extra scruff along his cheeks which just added to his sexiness. The dark hair, his light green eyes, and that look did her in.
“What’s wrong? Something is bothering you.” He looked at her if trying to read her mind. “Nothing is, Gordon, I’m fine really. I was just going to freshen up and change.” He glanced down at her top and licked his lower lip. “You look so good in this,” he said and slid his palm a little higher to the underside of her breast as he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her. It was crazy and she didn’t think. She just reacted. He deepened the kiss and then somehow turned the knob on her bedroom door, opened it, got her inside, then closed it. He lifted her up, she straddled his hips, and that kiss intensified. They were dueling for control of it and both moaning, rocking their hips, and it hit her. This is what her sister meant. That she would just let go and feel and know it was right and that she wanted more. When he cupped her breast, his large, firm hand so big and rough as he squeezed and rocked his hips, she got scared. She pulled from his mouth. “Gordon.” She gasped. He must have realized she was scared because he slowed things down. He stroked her nipple gently as he kissed against her neck and shoulder and whispered into her ear.
“You are so damn beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” He pulled slowly from the door, turned, and walked with her, kissing her neck still until he lowered her to her bed. “Oh God we should slow down,” she said to him, panting and trying to get her mind to not give into her body’s desires. She was wet as he hovered above her, his thigh between her legs, her cover-up parted away from her skin, exposing her fully to him. “Holy God you’re an angel and a goddess combined,” he said and lowered his mouth to her top and nipped her nipple through the material of her bikini. “Oh,” she said and gripped his hips. He rocked them against her mound and more cream dripped from her pussy.
“You feel that? The desire, the need, the connection between us? I fucking do,” he said and lowered down to kiss her again. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair as he released her lips and kissed her chin, her jaw then neck. He went lower to her breasts, licked into the cup on her left, and she moaned and came. “Please, baby, don’t be scared. Let go with me, just a little,” he said and licked down her belly, along her hip, and then he leaned back up to kiss her. She felt a little disappointed that he didn’t go farther, but then he maneuvered fingers into her bikini bottoms and stroked her cunt. She moaned and jerked upward. He eased his mouth from her lips. “Easy now, sweetness. Easy breaths, you’re doing just fine,” he coaxed her, calmed her, and she panted and felt every stroke. “Gordon, oh God, oh my God, how? How can you do this to me? How am I letting you in?”
“Because this is real between us. Between my brothers and I and you. You’re going to be our woman, Francesca. All ours, and we’ll be your men,” he said and stoked a little faster before he eased down, pushed off her bottoms, and replaced fingers with his mouth. She cried out and came and he suckled and ate at her cream. He licked over her slit, into her pussy, and then over her asshole. She nearly shot up off the bed. If she accepted them they would make love to her together. Would claim every hole. Would take from her body like no one ever had before.
“Oh my God!” she cried out and he growled low against her pussy and feasted. She wiggled and moaned, and as the next wave of orgasm passed her she lay there just watching him enjoy bringing her pleasure. He hadn’t forced her to her knees, made her undo his pants, and suck his cock. No, no, this was different. This was pleasant, enjoyable like she came first. Her pleasure, her satisfaction. Was this normal? As a tear fell he lifted up, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head. He lay over her, cupped her cheeks. “No, no, no, please tell me I didn’t scare you. Oh fuck,” he said and caressed her and she sniffled then laughed. He lifted a little higher and narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“I’m not scared, I feel incredible. That was incredible, and I honestly didn’t think I would ever be able to let a man explore me like that. I mean the whole way this happened, how you didn’t… How you put me first,” she said and her voice cracked. “What do you mean? Of course I would put you first. I know how hard this probably was for you. To let me taste you, explore you like this.”
“It’s more than that, Gordon. It’s how you did it, and what you didn’t do. Just, thank you.”
He pressed his lips to hers and then slid to his side, taking her with him. She lay against his chest and he covered her ass with his hand. “We should get back to the party.”
“In a minute, baby, I need a few minutes to settle down,” he said and she li
fted up, then looked at his crotch and saw he was hard and aroused. Still he didn’t expect her to take care of that. He didn’t grab her hair and head and force her to tend to him. No, even now he was putting her first. She lifted up and he squinted. “What’s wrong?” She shook her head and went to get up, but he pulled her back gently, laid her onto the bed, and laid his one thigh over her thighs.
“Talk to me. I need to know I haven’t done anything to scare you or upset you,” he said and pursed his lips. He was so serious and concerned.
“You didn’t, Gordon. It was perfect.”
He reached up and stroked her jaw as he wedged his thigh between her legs. The material of his pants rubbed against her naked pussy.
“Then why so serious?” he asked and slid his hand along her neck and shoulder then down her hip. He lifted her thigh up against his and then slid his palm back up to her hip.
“Thank you for trusting me with that.”
“You’re thanking me?” she asked, feeling confused.
He ran his thumb along her lower lip. “Of course I am. You let go and trusted me. That makes me so happy,” he said, shocking her. The tears filled her eyes again.
“I was scared,” she said and then they fell.
“Scared of me?”
“No.”
“Then of what?”
“Of what I expected, thought would happen.”
“With me exploring your sexy body?”
“With how you treated me.”
He stared at her, peeked his tongue out to lick his lower lip as he continued to caress her thigh and hip.
“Did I say or do something that reminded you of him?”
“No, not at all. It’s what I expected. What I thought was normal, or at least what I made my mind believe was normal in order to get through it with Zane.”
“I’m confused. I thought you just said I didn’t remind you of him.”
“You didn’t. If it was Zane, he would have forced me to my knees, made me pleasure him, take the edge off as he roughly took my mouth. Then, even if I was hurt or crying, he would continue and get what he wanted and never even try to put me first.”
“Sweet Jesus.” He pulled her close, rolled to his back, and hugged her to his side.
“I’m not him. My brothers aren’t like that either. We’ll prove it to you. You let down that guard like you did with me and we’ll all prove it to you,” he said to her and she hugged him right back, absorbed the sensations of being in such a large, capable man’s arms, and it felt different. It felt right. The scent of his cologne, the hardness of his masculine body, his age, his profession, the way he carried himself like a leader, a man in charge, yet one with a big heart. One she just confessed something so upsetting to.
“I can’t believe I just told you what I did,” she whispered and leaned up, pressed her lips to his neck. She wanted to get lost in his scent, in his arms, and hide away from the rest of the world.
“Your honesty is proof that you trust me, and feel safe and protected by me. I won’t fail you, Francesca.”
She lifted up, his arm still around her as she snuggled up against his chest. His large palm on her bare ass, holding her in place, aroused her further.
“He did things, other things to me that won’t be so easy to admit to you.” He reached up with his other hand and cupped her cheek, held her jaw firmly yet in a way that again aroused her. It was so different. “You’ll let down your guard the more comfortable you get with us. It hasn’t been that long since you lived that life. The fear you have is normal, and also expected, especially knowing that Zane is still out there. That’s why we want you to get stronger, to learn to defend yourself and to live your new life without hesitation or a fear that makes you hide. You have a whole group of people looking out for you. Besides your sister and her men, you now have us. We want to be your guardians, your protectors, just like what Angelina has with Vander, Niko, Castle, and Fredo. We’re right here, and we are yours if you want us.” He brushed his thumb along her lip and she felt emotional.
“I want that too. As much as it scares me, I want to give you all the chance to show me you are nothing like Zane. The scars run deep though. I mean, I don’t mean it when I close up, when I stop feeling. It’s a reaction to protect myself from further pain. I don’t want to feel the pain, Gordon. I don’t want to ever go back to that life.”
“That life is over whether Zane is alive and free or behind bars or dead. That life, that abuse is finished. This is your new life, your new start, and we want to be part of that. We want to make you smile, and of course make you come in our arms,” he told her and stroked the crack of her ass, easing a thin digit down to her pussy as he pulled her higher and kissed her. She hugged his head and neck and kissed him right back, but then things got hot and heavy all over again. He maneuvered her higher and then rolled her to her back and lifted up above her, plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt. “Open for me and raise your arms above your head,” he ordered softly. She didn’t hesitate. It surprised her as she raised her arms up, widened her thighs, and Gordon looked wild and in need. He lowered down to kiss her lips as he stroked her cunt. He nipped her nipple against the bikini top and then licked along her torso. He glanced up at her and went lower. “Good girls get rewarded. Remember that,” he said and replaced fingers with his mouth. He gripped her hips, licked her cunt and her asshole up and down, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She lifted her torso and rocked her hips when she felt him slide his tongue into her cunt and use his finger to slide into her asshole.
“Gordon!” she exclaimed and came hard. She shook and convulsed on the bed as he stroked and thrust a finger in and out of her ass as he ate her cream. She was panting, feeling sedated as the orgasm subsided, and he slid his finger out, feasted on her cunt, and trailed his mouth up her belly. He gripped her hips, and his size and the feel of his hands like that made her cream some more. She was locked onto him, to that hunger in his eyes and the need he must have. He was above her, and when he lowered down to kiss her mouth, she tasted herself on his tongue on his lips. She reached up and gripped his hair and head. He squeezed her to him and rolled to his back and she reacted. She pulled from his lips, and started to undo his shirt.
“Francesca?” he questioned her and she shook her head and kissed his skin. He inhaled and tightened as if her lips singed his skin. It encouraged her to go on and continue. To take more chances, to explore the open waters and just feel. She undid his pants and his cock hardened and thickened beneath the material. She could see the large, thick bulge. The man was huge. She heard a cell phone buzzing and even ringing, but she ignored it and moved down lower, looked at his cock, and stared at it. She could do this. She could pleasure him, give in return for what Gordon gave her. This was different. She wouldn’t gag, there wouldn’t be any pain. “Go on, and take what you want, what you need. I’m all yours, Francesca,” he said softly. She looked at him and smiled before she took her first taste of him. Fresh soap and musky male, she was pleasantly pleased with the thick, long cock before her. She eased her lips over it, licked around the bulbous head as he growled and hissed. She was in control. He gave her the power right here, right now. She sucked up and down, and she noticed him drop the cell phone and raise his arms up, spread his thighs wider, adding to the idea that she was in control and not him. Her adoration for Gordon went up a notch. She sucked faster, bobbed her head up and down, and then she heard his voice.
“I want my brothers to be here. To share this with us, to know you’re letting down your guard and accepting us as your men.” She wanted that too. She hummed and then she felt the hands on her hips from behind. “Thank God,” Track said and she released Gordon’s cock, her breath hitched and her eyes widened at the sight of Track, Century, and Sodo, and holy God did they look ravenous.
“Looks like my brothers miss you too,” Gordon said and reached out to caress her hair. Track lowered over her and kissed her bare shoulder, ran his palm along her ass and hip. �
��You’re so goddamn beautiful. We were worried when we didn’t see you out there. Christ, we were so fucking concerned,” he said and continued to kiss a path along her shoulders and back. Sodo knelt on the bed and cupped her cheek.
“You’re the most beautiful sight ever. Can we join in?” he asked.
“I uh…I’m not ready for sex.”
“This right here, walking in and seeing you with Gordon like this, is incredible. We all want to be this close to you, so whatever you’re comfortable with and willing to give, we’ll take,” Sodo said and lowered to kiss her lips.
“Taste our woman, make her come and get used to all four of us, because from here on out our job is to protect her, cherish her, and make her come over and over again,” Gordon said and she looked at him as Sodo released her lips and he nodded. “You’re safe, and you’re in control. Are you ready for us?” he asked.
“Yes, Gordon.” He smiled. “Men,” he said and that was it. She felt the palm to her back and then her top unclipped. Her breasts fell from the bikini top and she lifted up and Gordon tossed it to the left. Sodo cupped one breast and Gordon cupped the other. “Holy fuck, woman, you are built to please,” Sodo said and lowered down to suckle on her tit. At the same time she felt Track lick along her spine and slide a finger to her cunt. She bent forward. Held onto Gordon’s shoulders and it was on. She closed her eyes and got lost in the sensations. “I need you, baby,” Gordon said and she popped her eyes open. He licked his lips and she smiled softly then lowered, widened her thighs as Track continued to stroke her pussy from behind, and she started to suck on Gordon’s cock. They worked in sync together. Century joined in and caressed her back, her ass, and eased a finger into her hole. She tightened only a moment.
“She’s coming. I think she likes a finger in her asshole,” Track said.
“She’s going to love a cock in every hole when we take her together. Love her together,” Sodo said and she came. So did Gordon who grunted and shook. “My turn,” Sodo said and Track removed his fingers, and Gordon slid over, Sodo laid on the edge of the bed, and Track lifted her up, placed her behind Sodo, and she immediately bent forward and began to suck on his cock. He ran his fingers softly through her hair.
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