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“Is that right, little girl?” Dean asks. “You like that? How about I come down that pretty throat of yours then? Would you like that?”
Behind me, Shane chuckles as he continues to pump away. “Hell yeah, she does.” He smacks my ass, burning the cheek red hot.
And I don’t mind a bit.
I’ve lost track of everything during this adventure. There’s no cold left in the room. I have no idea what time it is. And I only know where each man is relative to where I hear their voice coming from.
Niles…Where’s Niles?
While I lap up Dean’s cock and feel him expanding—for the third time—in my mouth, I disengage long enough to send out mental feelers, until I locate my quiet man beneath me. Ah, so it’s his mouth on my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and it’s his fingers encompassing the swollen globes of my ass, holding them apart while Shane pounds mercilessly between them.
And then it dawns on me…it’s his cock that fills me so completely, acting as the final piece of the puzzle so that all of my orifices are claimed.
At this point, it’s difficult to know where I end and they begin, but just being here, checking in with each person and knowing what they’re doing to me and me to them, is enough to send me toppling right over the edge.
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve come today. Could be twice, could be three times. I’m pretty sure it’s far more though. All I know for sure is that I’ve been well used and if they were to let me go right now, I’d crumble into a boneless mass, unable to hold up my own head, let alone my entire body.
“Ah, shit, that’s it, you dirty little whore,” Dean says—he’s called me that a lot since we started—“you’re going to make me come again.”
I don’t know if it’s his words that trigger it or what, but an instant later, all four of us are doing just that. I feel like a stuffed pastry, filled to the brim with cum as I spill my own, creating a hot, sticky mess that will require a serious shower.
We break away from each other, breathless and exhausted, and I have the passing thought, as I fall sideways onto the bed, that Dean is finally tired and done for the day. Or, at least, for the time being.
“You’re beasts,” I tease, panting and swallowing convulsively, wishing I had a glass of water to rinse the taste of sex from my mouth.
“Us?” Shane protests. “You were the wildcat. I could barely keep up.”
“Me?” I can’t believe he’s trying to put this sexual romp on my shoulders. Had it been left up to me alone, I would have been fine stopping at just once.
“It’s not every day that I bust a nut more than twice,” Dean interjects. He’s lying flat on his back at the head of the bed, one leg bent at the knee and an arm draped over his eyes. “Have you always been a sex addict, toots?”
There he goes with that name again. I scoff, too tired to do much else. “I’m hardly an addict. You, on the other hand…”
“Ohhhh,” Shane taunts, “I think she just called you a sex addict, Dean.”
“I heard.” He pauses, considering. “She may be right.”
“She’s definitely right.” Niles is farther down on the bed, having stayed put, leaving his legs hanging over the edge of the mattress, his bare feet planted on the floor.
“Et tu, Brutus?” Dean is joking, but there’s still a bit of curiosity ringing in his voice, as if he isn’t entirely sure if his friend is serious.
“I call ‘em as I see ‘em,” is Niles’ causal response.
I lie there and listen to the guys engage in idle chatter and good-natured banter a bit longer before I inhale a deep breath and gather the rumpled top sheet around me and force myself to sit up and climb out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Shane sounds almost panicked, as if something they’ve said is the cause for chasing me away. I honestly haven’t heard a word over the last several minutes. Reaching out, Shane snags hold of my hand, halting my escape.
I turn toward him and smile. “I need to get going.” In truth, I had intended to leave first thing this morning, and now it’s…well, I don’t know what time it is exactly, but hours have passed. I’m sure the roads are just as crappy now as they were when I woke up, and if I’m going to take it slow, like I plan, it’ll easily be dark by the time I make it home.”
“Why?” Shane asks, as if the notion is absurd.
“Because I need to go home?” Because as much as I loved the ambiance of theirs, this one didn’t belong to me. The last thing I wanted to do was settle in and get comfortable. For some reason, that didn’t seem a prudent thing to do.
“You shouldn’t drive in this weather.” Niles was wearing his serious look, not to be confused with the equally but somewhat more intense serious look he had when he was in work mode. This one was laced with concern and something else entirely that I couldn’t put a name to.
I tilt my head and smirk. “This is the East Coast. If I didn’t drive in this weather, I would never make it anywhere.” That isn’t completely true, of course. There are always other options when it comes to transportation, like Uber, a cab, a bus, maybe even a train. But I’ve never felt comfortable relying on someone else for something that I could do for myself. I guess some might say that makes me stubborn.
“She has a point, but so do you, Niles.” Dean, disregarding his total state of undress, sits up and then stands, his decidedly yummy naughty bits that he used on me in ways that give me tingles just reminiscing about them dangling in the wind. He’s utterly shameless, and, coupled with his filthy mouth and cocky attitude, I love it. “You should stay put. Even if the city managed to clear the main roads, black ice is nothing to mess with. And, if you get stuck out there on the side roads, there’s no telling how long it would take for one of us to reach you.”
