When he shifts his position and I feel his lips—not just kissing but sucking on my clit—I break again, climaxing for a fourth time. The cry that tears from my throat is so raw, so unforgiving, it leaves me hoarse. Every inch of me is trembling,buzzing, almost levitating off the surface of this bed. My pussy is throbbing and I’m not even sure what my ass is doing.
“Open your eyes, Hottie,” he whispers, and as I blink into focus, I see Doggie and Odds standing at the foot of the mattress, just as naked as they were minutes ago. Spandex maneuvers to sit beside me, removing his fingers from my ass. “Climb up here.”
If I thought climbing onto his lap meant he’s giving up his control, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Because as soon as I settle on him, his cock bypasses my pussy entirely and slides right up into my ass.
“Oh… holy fuuuck…” I bellow as the fullness of the vibrator and his cock expand me further than I’ve ever been stretched… than I’ve ever imagined.
My forehead is damp with sweat, my pussy is a sopping mess, and my nerve endings might never be the same again. He keeps pushing past the limits he warned me about, leaning up to pinch my nipples while his tongue licks my neck. His hands grip my ass, guiding me up and down, and I cry out as orgasm number five detonates inside me, a sensory overload like a nuclear explosion. Somewhere in the haze, I hear his strained 'Uhnnn,' his grunt drowned out by the storm of sensations. He bucks up into me, and my nails dig into his shoulders, leaving deep crescent marks. But I don’t care—I’m lost, consumed by the moment, by the ride.
I remain atop him as we both catch our breath, spent and weary to my bones. Gradually, my mind makes sense of the shift as Spandex gently lifts my body off of him and lays me on the bed, his arms cradling me with a surprising tenderness that contrasts the roughness he just showed. He carefully withdraws from me, then retrieves the vibrator from my pussy with a touch that feels almost reverent.
The hollowness that follows might unsettle me if I weren’t utterly drained, my eyes closing of their own accord. Warm cloths glide gently over my forehead, neck, breasts, folds, and backside as the men who soiled me now clean me with surprising care, tears pricking behind my closed eyelids. Not because they’ve injured me, although I am insanely sore, but because my own husband has never bothered to provide this kind of care, much less anything like all that pleasure.
Blissed out of my mind, I go under.
I wake sometime in the night, swaddled in the sheet, surrounded by the men who’ve shaken me to my very core. They’re scattered around the suite, each lost in their own slumber. Spandex lies on the bed about a foot away from me, his soft snores breaking the quiet. Doggie is on the chaise lounge by the window in the room, and Odds is sprawled on the sofa we defiled together. I guess they couldn’t even make it to their own rooms.
Now is as good a time as any, then. I have to get out of here.
9
AVA
I wouldn’t advise anyoneelse to do the walk of shame on the subway at five in the morning, but it's the only option I have. The sun is creeping over the high-rises in a way that makes my head pound, so I keep my eyes away from that blinding light.
I just need to hurry up and get to Leighton’s. I’ve already texted her, letting her know I’m on my way. I’m lucky to find two of her five roommates gone for the day, because the moment she spots me, she squeals loud enough to wake the whole apartment.
“What the hell, Ava?”
She grabs me by the shoulder and practically shoves me into the tiny nook she calls her room, my bag of luggage clattering behind me until I park it against the wall. She’s divided her twin-sized bed from the rest of the living space with a sleek shower curtain, creating the illusion of privacy. But that’s what you do when you’re crammed into a one-bedroom apartment with too many people, hustling to finish your last year of college while living off bartending tips.
“Did you getmugged?”
“No, of course not,” I snap at her, desperate to get the whole story out but wishing I could keep it private—just a little longer. It’s the last shred of dignity I have left.
“I mean, my god. Look at you.” Leighton wrenches my head to one side to glare at the side of my neck. The side where Spandex bit into my skin almost hard enough to break it. “You better start talking, or I’m gonna call my brother.”
Leighton’s brother, one of the few family members she’s actually close to, is an NYPD cop with connections in all the right places. She must still think all these marks on me are the result of some heinous crime. I’m thankful she’s wrong, but explaining this is, well…a little humiliating. I’ve never allowed myself to be used like a piece of meat amongst a trio of men before.
If I kept a journal, I could just imagine the entry.
Dear Diary,
Who knew a chick could hit so many fucking climaxes? Double digits, too. That’s probably Guinness World Record-level stats right there. Go, me! Although, I'm pretty sure my vagina is officially wrecked. And my cervix. And possibly my clit. But damn, every drop of sweat, every flutter, every stretch of new sensation? So. Freaking. Worth it.
Xoxo,
Good Girl
"Good girl" has a whole new meaning to me now. I groan and bury my face in my hands.
“Ava…” There’s a warning in her tone, so I might as well quit putting off the inevitable.
“You remember those three men I left with?”
My bestie makes a revolving gesture for me to continue. “Yeah.”
“We hit it off tonight. Like all night.”