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Axel wasn’t just watching now, he was touching me everywhere, feeling me up. And Tyler had begun rolling his hips in a slow circle at the end of every thrust. I’d never felt hotter for anyone; never felt so utterly lost in my own sexual delirium. Somehow I held it together. Somehow I staved off my climax long enough to play it up for them, batting my eyelashes, sticking my tongue out obscenely, so Zane could slap the head against it when he was smearing his sticky pre-come all over my lips.
Why? I thought wildly. Why haven’t we done this until now?
Just thinking about it made me frustrated — angry at all the wasted time! We could’ve been fucking right from the start, the four of us pleasuring each other for years, now. I thought of all the trips we’d taken together, where they could’ve traded off and taken turns on me. All the movie nights we could’ve screwed the couch apart. I thought of all the holidays we missed, all the birthdays I could’ve met each of them at the door in my sluttiest lingerie, to both literally and figuratively blow their minds.
For years I’d shielded them from my raunchier side, out of fear of what they might think of me. And now here they were, pushing into me from every angle. Tapping each other impatiently on the shoulder when it was time to trade places, so each of them could have equal time buried deeply between my outstretched thighs.
Finally I came, exploding around Tyler while shoving my tongue down his throat, whimpering and moaning and grinding him deep. It made me so hot to think about how much I loved him. And even hotter to be looking deep into his eyes as, just as abruptly, Zane pulled my mouth back over the head of his own glistening manhood.
In the end they rolled me fully onto my back, screwing me missionary, thighs spread wide, as I lolled my head left and right. With two men kneeling on either side of my head, I alternated between stroking one and blowing the other… as whoever was between my legs at the time kept pumping away.
There were no more barriers, no more limits. I didn’t care how I looked, or how things seemed, or what tomorrow might be like after this whole crazy thing was over. All I wanted was to take them, one by one, and to give myself back. To consummate this one last, forbidden part of friendship in the most equal way possible, by giving all three of my boys exactly the same amounts of love and attention.
It was Zane who came first. He pulled himself from my churning, grinding entrance mid-thrust and spilled himself all over my chest and stomach. The raw heat of his heavy load shocked me; it rained down in long, thick ropes all over my smooth, quivering skin. Tyler went next, desperate to come. The act of watching his friend shoot all over me must’ve pushed him over the edge, because after fucking me only ten or twelve strokes he was doing the same.
By the time Axel plunged back into me I was splattered and drenched, covered in Zane and Tyler’s warm, wonderful seed. But Axel shot even further than the others. He pulled out at the last second and stroked himself to completion, erupting all over my face, my neck, my chin… as well as adding to the hot mess splattered across my breasts and stomach.
And at long last there we were: four lifelong friends heaving through our shared, post-orgasmic bliss. My sperm-dappled chest rose and fell with every breath. My stomach quivered as their combined loads pooled against my sweaty skin. I felt gloriously used. Deliciously dirty, and filthy, and sated. The feelings motivated me to drag a slow finger through their combined handiwork, while the three of them looked on, transfixed.
“You can come in my pussy you know,” I chuckled. “I’m on birth control.”
The guys just knelt there catching their breath, too busy staring at my glistening body to respond.
“Not to mention all three of you have already done so.”
Their eyes shifted, glancing to one another. They each looked slightly guilty, which made me laugh.
“Oh, you boys and your competitive spirit,” I finally sighed, shaking my head as I stared down at my come-drenched body. With all three of them still watching my finger, I licked it clean and winked.
“Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
~ 36 ~
ARIANA
“These waffles are soggy. You screwed up the batter again.”
Zane pointed his fork at Axel, who promptly flipped him off. I was helping myself to bacon. Tyler was pouring me a steaming mug of coffee, although I really had no intention of drinking it.
“She’s not going to drink that,” Zane laughed, reading my mind.
Tyler looked wounded. “Why not? It’s Colombian.”
“It’s mud, and she knows it.”
Tyler finished pouring and sniffed the coffee pot. He shrugged.
“It’s not your coffee, it’s your coffee maker,” I chuckled, pushing my fork through a piece of scrambled egg. I added some bacon on top before popping it in my mouth. “When’s the last time you de-scaled it?”
All three of them looked confused and adorable. Not to mention hot as hell, sitting around the little kitchen in their boxer-briefs with their shirts off.
“Look, why don’t you boys follow me to Java Queen?” I said, with all the casualness of not having spent the previous night screwing them until I passed out. “I’ll make you a real cup of coffee to start the day.”
Zane was the only one who looked hopeful. Both Axel and Tyler were shaking their heads.
“Can’t,” said Axel. He glanced up at a cheap plastic wall clock. “If I’m not at the lumberyard in the next thirty-eight minutes, Rocky’s going to kick my ass.”
“Same deal, different job,” Tyler lamented. He nodded toward Zane. “But you guys should go.”
