It’s not hard. I am actually in an incredible amount of distress so it’s not as if I’m faking it. These tears are real.
They respond instantly and get to work, chests puffed out with their mission.
Soon, they are working together as a team, rinsing my wounds and carefully removing the stinging tentacles one at a time. It’s excruciating but the way they are taking care of me is actually very sweet.
Soon I am cleaned up, bandaged, and wrapped in a blanket. Bryan has somehow acquired a towel (a tragedy) and insists on being the one to carry me back up to the house. The rest of them hover, offering to bring me anything and everything I could want as I am settled on the couch like a precious artifact.
A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.
My heart feels full, even if my leg hurts like a bitch. Each of them makes a point to touch me in some way, and each touch makes the pain hurt just a little less. It’s like my body has decided I just need them near me to be comfortable. Weird.
I’m still in my bathing suit and there is a zero percent chance I can get out of it without help. Looks like those touches are about to get more interesting. Rolling my eyes, I start giving orders.
I don’t think sea lions are known for their speed on land, but as soon as I say, “Hey guys, I need help changing,” they break all land-speed records.
Trevor darts away to grab me a change of clothing from my closet. Darren shows up with socks and another towel and Earl shocks the hell out of me with a hairbrush and a hair tie.
Bryan is still holding me close and I lean against him, pretending not to notice the hard-on pressed against me. I want it. I want it so bad.
They are SO damn eager and excited to help me and I am feeling so comfortable that I just decide to say to hell with modesty. I’ve seen all of them naked, might as well return the favor.
Reaching behind my bikini top, I unclip it and let it fall forward. Four sets of eyes immediately go to my tits. I stifle a giggle and snap my fingers at Darren for the towel.
Drying myself, I try to pretend like I don’t have an extremely interested audience. Their heavy breathing makes that harder. Which is fine. From the looks of some bulges, my tits are doing a good job of keeping things hard all on their own. Ha.
Winking at Trevor, I point to the bra he brought me. Of course it’s the fanciest bra I own. It’s not the most supportive and paired with a t-shirt, it’s actually very...extra. Whatever.
He brings it over and instead of handing it to me, he helps me into it. This is the first time in my entire life a man has helped me INTO a bra. I raise an eyebrow at him and he grins at me, carefully sliding the t-shirt over my head. I am sandwiched between Bryan’s bare chest to my back and Trevor’s bare chest to my front and for some goddamn reason, I am putting more clothes on. It’s actually one of the sexiest things ever.
Suddenly, the guys aren’t the only ones breathing a little heavier.
Darren grabs the underwear and shorts from Trevor’s pile of clothing and moves in, his eyes brimming with mischief.
I gulp.
Trevor just moves over, adding to the manchest collection that is pressed up against me. I am being surrounded by snuggly shirtless men and it feels so good.
Darren runs his hands up my non-injured leg and lets his palms rest on my hips. He waits, watching me for direction. I roll my eyes and nod and am rewarded with a giant grin. With practiced ease, he peels those swimsuit bottoms off me, careful not to bump my injured leg.
His eyes flare as he takes in his eye-level view of my now bottomless existence. I bite my lip. It was intense enough in here with four sets of eyes on my tits but having them all fixated on my pussy is enough to put me over the edge. I want him to touch me. Anyone to touch me. I’m craving it. But he just holds his hand out for the towel and carefully begins to dry me off.
It’s intimate and sexy and sweet all at once. Each pass of the towel makes me quiver a little bit and I’ve never been more aware of my own body before. Strong hands massage my shoulders while Darren takes his time drying me and I almost chew a hole in my lip trying to keep from moaning. He never touches me with his hands, only the towel. This is probably how I die.
A part of me asks why I am suddenly ok with being exposed to four strange men, but I shove that little voice into the deep recesses of my soul, the nosy bitch.
He carefully pulls the towel away and I tense, hoping against all hope, that maybe he might put me out of my misery. But he just reaches for the undies and shorts, leaning in so his body touches mine as he pulls them up. Bryan reaches down and so does Trevor. I have three men that I am literally panting for, pulling my underwear on instead of off. Fuck. Me.
Thoroughly dressed and slightly stunned, I stare blankly at each of them. Darren gets up off the floor and moves to the other side of me. That leaves Earl. Oh, Earl.
The guys make quick work of our seating arrangements and I am soon draped over the three of them. Bryan refuses to give me up so he’s in the
