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He wrapped his mouth around my breast, and I felt my pussy gush with wetness.
I tried to undo my jeans, but my fingers fumbled with the buttons. I grabbed Noah’s hand and led it to my jeans. “Get these off of me,” I said.
Noah’s fingers were more agile. He opened my jeans. “Bonita, wait,” he said.
I looked down at him, perplexed. Wait? Why on Earth would I wait?
“Bonita,” he said, “you were in a coma.”
I pulled the jeans down to my knees. “And now I’m in heaven,” I said. “Fuck me.”
I unzipped his jeans. He bucked, and I slid his jeans down off his waist.
“But Landon will be coming in any minute,” he said.
I reached into his boxers and seized his big, thick cock. “Then fuck me fast,” I said. And I thought of Landon coming into the room. And I thought of Landon fucking me.
I slid Noah’s hard throbbing cock into me. My hands clawed at his chest. His hands grabbed my bouncing breasts.
My jeans were still wrapped around my ankles. I couldn’t spread my legs as wide as I wanted. Noah still had more of his cock to give me, and I wanted it all, every thick and hard inch. I pivoted, my back now to him in the reverse cowgirl. “Buck me, cowboy.”
He bucked. I slapped my ass against his pelvis. His cock filled me, stretched me, and bumped against bone. I tore my jeans from my ankles and tossed them to the side.
Noah grabbed me by the hips. He held onto me as he thrust and bucked and gyrated. I leaned forward and grabbed onto his ankles. “Fuck me,” I called out. “Fuck me hard.”
Noah came. His seed mixed with the fire coursing through my body. I was quenched, but only for a moment.
The door burst open. “Bonita!”
It was Landon, and behind him was Christian.
“Bonita, you’re alive!”
I rolled off of Noah and sat on the bed, my legs hanging over the side. Landon and Christian rushed over to me. “You’re alive,” they repeated, and they threw their arms around me.
I went straight for Landon’s pants. I’d never unbuttoned and pulled down a pair of jeans faster than I did at that moment.
“Woah, Bonita,” he said. “Wait a minute.”
Wait? What the hell is it with these guys and their silly ideas?
“Four days of a constant dose of hormones,” said Noah, and he chuckled.
I didn’t know what he was talking about. At least he didn’t use that ugly word, “wait.”
Physically, I had never felt better. I wanted to run up a mountain, or grab a mountain, rip it from the ground, and toss it into the sea. Sexually, I was insatiable.
I straddled Will and whipped him. “Fuck me harder,” I commanded. He let me whip him a second time when I still wasn’t getting all of his hard cock fast enough or deep enough. “I said, ‘harder.’” I raised the whip a third time, but he grabbed my wrist.
I fought back.
Will was strong.
He pulled my arms behind my back. He bucked so that, while I still straddled him, my body was thrown against his. He held both my wrists with one hand. He wrapped his other arm across my back and gripped me by the shoulder. “Is this fucking hard enough?” he said, and he thrust and pumped.
I slipped a hand free of his hold. But instead of fighting back, I ran my hand along his bulging lateral muscles, feeling it flex and relax in rhythm with his bucking hips.
I bit down on his neck, not hard, but enough to feel his body tense up even further.
I came.
But I still wanted more.
“What the hell kind of medicine did you give me?” I asked the boys.
We were gathered on the terrace and waiting for Sasha to bring us dinner, which she insisted on making herself.
“It was a kind of steroid,” said Ben.
“Corticosteroid,” Noah corrected. “It’s a kind of hormone treatment.”
“It’s one hell of an aphrodisiac,” I said.
“We’re just happy that it worked,” said Ken.
“And we’re happy that it’s an aphrodisiac,” said Noah.
The boys laughed, but I did not.
I addressed Ken. “Wait a second. Run that by me again.”
Ken looked perplexed. “Um, I said, we’re just happy that it worked.”
“Because it might not have?” I asked.
No one offered to elaborate, so I asked Noah directly. “Noah, why was I given a corticosteroid and not my usual medicine?”
“Well, you were in a coma,” he said.
I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. I’d been in a coma before, and I was not given a powerful aphrodisiac slash hormone treatment to snap me out of it. I gathered from the look on their faces, how their eyes searched the floor and the surrounding forest instead of meeting mine, that there was more to the story than I was being told.
When Sasha came with the dinner and sat down with us, I asked her to get me up to speed.
