Page 19 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

I reach the end of the bed, spinning around just in time to face the guys as they enter the room. I let out a little squeak of fear and surprise as I notice they have their guns drawn. As soon as they see me, they all lower their weapons, wearing matching expressions of surprise.

“Skye, what are you doing in here?” Angel asks incredulously.

Though, luckily, he doesn’t sound mad. All four of the men’s eyes explore my body and I try not to wilt under their gaze. Now is the time to be confident.

“I think that’s pretty obvious isn’t it, dude? Told you she wanted us,” Drifter quips, grinning at me which helps to put me at ease.

“But how are you in here?” Gunner says, the most suspicious.

“Well, I thought I’d wait for you in the office, Tammy said you guys usually come here to relax after a long day. And then well, I kinda accidentally stumbled on this,” I babble gesturing to the room.

I can tell they’re not fully buying it, that they’re suspicious, I just hope my semi-nakedness is enough of a distraction to stop them from asking too many questions. But none of them moves.

“I’m sorry, this was obviously a terrible idea, and I shouldn’t have come in here… you’ve made it clear what happened with us was a mistake. So I’ll just go…” I babble to Angel, a hot flush of embarrassment rising to my cheeks as my former confidence flounders, and I move to pick up my clothes.

“Don’t,” Angel orders, his voice commanding.

He moves closer to me and my body becomes painfully aware of his proximity, giving me that familiar sensation of a charge of electricity between us. I force myself to meet his smoldering eyes and I’m shocked to find they’re hooded with desire as he looks at me.

“You’re sure you want this? All of us?” he asks seriously.

The others hover behind patiently awaiting my reply. I gulp, building my courage.

“Yes,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper, “Yes, I want all of you,” I say, more forcefully this time, confident that this is exactly what I want, even if I don’t understand why.

That’s all the invitation they need. Angel, being the closest, pulls me in for a rough, passionate kiss that already makes me slick with anticipation. Buzz and Drifter come over, each kissing me in turn as Angel unclasps my bra, releasing my breasts which feel full and heavy with desire. He and Drifter play with a breast each, teasing my nipples with their fingers, squeezing and caressing in a way that seems to connect right to my clit.

Buzz’s stubble feels different from Angel and Gunner’s beards, rough and scratchy against my chin but not unpleasant, as he explores my mouth with his tongue, I realize that my suspicions are true, he has a tongue piercing.

I must show my surprise at the sensation as he pulls away and temptingly teases, “Just wait till you feel it on your clit.”

The men expertly lift me onto the bed, working in perfect synchronicity that barely breaks the flow as they continue to caress every inch of my skin. I’m aware that Gunner isn’t joining in and my eyes search for him. He’s sat to the side, watching us, his expression curious and aroused. I assume that he’ll join in soon, that there’s no space for him now, yet I’m surprised to find I enjoy his eyes on me, the feeling of being watched.

Buzz lowers down so he’s kneeling before me, his head between my thighs and my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He guides my already soaking-wet panties down, leaving me completely bare.

“No fair,” I complain lightly, “You’re all still fully dressed.”

“You’re right, how rude of us,” Drifter quips, pulling off his shirt and pants so that all he has left on are his boxers.

My eyes widen at the massive bulge, his arousal evident. His lean, yet well-defined muscles contract, and I take in the sight of him. One half of his body is covered in puckered skin, a large scar that’s been covered with an intricate phoenix tattoo that covers the entire side of his torso, the head snaking round to end on his shoulder and becoming part of a sleeve. He pulls down his boxers revealing his thick erection, its girth so wide I wonder if I’ll be able to fit my hand around it.

I test it out, tentatively taking him in my hand and running it up and down his shaft. My fingers don’t reach around but that doesn’t seem to bother him as he lets out a hiss of arousal.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he murmurs.

Continuing to stroke Drifter, I turn my attention to Buzz. He too has a body straight out of a magazine, but practically every inch of his skin is covered in ink. There’s the gleam of two nipple piercings and he has deep v’s like an arrow pointing to his cock as he reveals his equally impressive erection. My eyes widen in surprise when I see he has a piercing down there.

What is that going to feel like inside me?

He lets out a chuckle at my expression. “Don’t worry gorgeous, you’ll love it when it’s time. For now, I wanna show you what this tongue can do,” he promises confidently, burying his head beneath my thighs.

As promised, his tongue feels incredible down there. He knows exactly what to do, expertly teasing me, the cool, hardness of the metal stud contrasting with the warm softness of his tongue. The sensation is so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I can feel how wet it makes me.

I already know how well-endowed Angel is, but my eyes still become saucers as he takes all of his clothes off, his erection thick and ready. His body looks like it’s carved from stone, his defined muscles and bulk highlighted by the two sleeves that cover his chest and the lengths of his strong arms. His chest is hairy, and I follow my desire to run my fingers through it before I trail a hand down the hard planes of his chest to take his dick in my hand. Precum slicks my fingers as I feel his arousal, slowly stroking the length of him.

“Take him in your mouth,” I hear Gunner order, and I glance over to where he’s sitting.

He too is now naked, while I knew the others had tattoos before, I’ve never seen Gunner’s. Now I can see the faint edges of where it creeps up from his back to the shoulders and around the sides. Other than that, his caramel skin is unblemished and his muscles ripple. He’s watching me intently, stroking his massive erection, his brown eyes never leaving mine. A command, a challenge, he’s enjoying watching me, directing me.

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