“You have fun watching all that?”
It was a rhetorical question. The moment my hand pushed his away, to close over the monster hard-on between his legs, I already had my answer.
“You’re about to have even more fun.”
His big arms guided me as I positioned the broad head against my already come-soaked entrance. It was no effort at all to just let go, and let the full weight of my body sink down to envelop him.
“Oooohhhhhhh…”
It didn’t just feel good, getting so thoroughly and completely filled. It felt fucking spectacular.
“Bryce…”
I whispered the word hotly into his ear. His face was already against my chest, his warm mouth seeking the nearest nipple. I sighed out loud as I pulled him into my breasts.
“Ohhh fuck yes.”
I bottomed out and he bounced me, straight back along the length of his shaft. Up and down we went, bucking and grinding. Sending every square inch of his beautiful manhood gliding in and out of my body with every glorious thrust.
“Are you my boyfriend now?” I cooed into his ear.
The words seemed to be having the desired effect. His arms stiffened, his cock pulsed. He devoured me more hungrily, pinned against my chest.
“Am I your girlfriend?”
I rode him dreamily, sliding my arms over his shoulders. Letting him feed on me while we screwed on some hundred year-old antique chair, grinding our bodies into each other.
“You can bet your ass you’re my girlfriend,” he murmured finally, looking up from between my breasts. I grinned at him and laughed, tousling a patch of his thick blond hair.
“Prove it.”
From there we clenched each other tightly, chest to chest, enjoying the ride. Our bodies were one, our heads together as the penultimate moment approached.
God…
My orgasm came after a long series of deep, churning thrusts. His erupted shortly afterward, while I was still writhing and gasping from my own mind-numbing high. For a short while they coincided, and the two of us locked gazes. With half-lidded eyes fueled by lust, we screwed our way slowly through that amazing, euphoric stretch of time.
“Now you’re my girlfriend.”
His hands settled over my ass, bouncing me those last few gentle times as I cradled his face. Bryce’s smile was dreamy, stretched by his own rapture. Eventually I bent forward, kissing him on the forehead before snuggling into his heaving, sweaty chest.
“I’m all yours,” I sighed, letting my eyes close.
Thirty-Four
KARISSA
We drew straws again, this time to see who showered first. Camden won, not that it mattered. Unless I’d drawn the winning straw, I’d already planned on jumping in with whomever it was.
“Wash your back?”
My new boyfriend smiled and turned around, giving me free rein over his lathery body. I ran my hands happily over his broad, muscular back. Cupped his firm yet deliciously round ass with two slippery palms, as I leaned in close to rub my own soapy body against his.
“Now do me.”
It was a double entendre that really wasn’t, because once we were clean Camden certainly did do me. We did it right there in the shower, with my legs wrapped tightly around him and my back pressed against the tiled wall. I clawed his back as the steam swirled around us and he made me dirty all over again.
Afterward, heaving and exhausted, the two of us got clean for the second time.
The rest of the night was a confusing blur of sleep, standing sentinel, and wonderfully sleepy sex, mostly because the guys took turns staying up and guarding the manor’s perimeter. They walked the halls, checking windows for signs of new trouble. Once an hour they would march outside, to do a quick walk around the grounds.
I joined them at first, sitting up a little with each of them. But I lay down with them also, whenever they relieved each other for sleep. Over the course of the night I went from Bryce’s bed to Roderick’s. From Roderick’s to Camden’s, and then back to my own. Each time, they took me hungrily beneath the sheets. Their hard, powerful bodies pushing their way between my legs. Burrowing their way into my hot wet tunnel, as I threw my arms around their pumping, churning forms to let each of them ravage me in his own way.
Fuck.
Sexually it was the greatest night of my life, but the whole thing was an emotional whirlwind too. I was a girlfriend now. A shared girlfriend to three insanely hot contractors who were more like brothers than friends, and who treated me more like a princess than a girlfriend, and a girlfriend rather than an employee.
That part would take some adjusting, I knew. I didn’t just work for these guys anymore, I was dating them. I was having sex with them, fucking them. Even making love to them, as evidenced by the slow, beautiful way Roderick and Bryce both refused to stop kissing me — deeply and soulfully — as they screwed my brains out.
Camden was a little different, but then again he’d spent himself for the second time in the shower. By the time we made love in his room, he practically passed out after exploding inside me. In a way it was cute, even complimentary. The last thing he’d done over the course of his long, exhausting day… was me.
The sun eventually came up and the morning found us all in the kitchen, sipping coffee. Roderick had gone out for bagels. The smell wafting from the big brown bag in the center of the table was nothing short of amazing.
“Good morning boys,” I smiled, passing out paper plates.
They grunted their hellos, each stopping to kiss me on the cheek on their way through the kitchen. Sleeping late wasn’t our thing, apparently. Not for me, and not for them either. It was just as well. The more our schedules jived, the better.
“I already talked to Oscar,” Bryce said, over the silence of spreading butter and cream cheese. “Aside from the broken windows he says
