Page 2 of Love Starves

He doesn't bother glancing up as the door leading into the gym opens, allowing three others into the room before shutting behind them. One of them throws the lock, and that's all Giovanni needs to spin me around to face him. His lips trace down the other side of my neck while one hand fists in the hair at my nape. Using it as leverage, he jerks my head backwards, giving him access to the empty space beneath my chin. I focus my attention on the diamond stud in his ear, patiently awaiting the moment his control snaps. It doesn't take long.

Those big hands close around my ass cheeks and his muscles barely strain at all as he lifts me, allowing my legs to naturally wrap around his hips. My mouth goes straight to the bulging muscle of his thick neck, sucking lightly as to not leave a mark per the rules. It isn't until I bite down gently, and my teeth scrape across skin that he practically snarls into my ear. Pivoting us around, cold metal presses against my back from the lockers as one of his hands slips down the front of his slacks. The sound of his belt and zipper coming undone has my insides clenching in a way that had never happened before him.

Sliding the tiny strip of fabric between my legs to the side, he inserts one and then two fingers pumping softly, no doubt checking to make sure I'm ready for him. Little does he know; I was ready the moment I sent out the text. It doesn't stop my fingers from clenching tight to his shirt, giving it a few wrinkles. I may pay for that later, but for now, I couldn't control it if I tried. About like the low moan that escapes me as he finally pushes himself inside.

My head falls back against the locker with a quiet clang as he starts pumping his hips. Every single retreat by his cock has me wishing I could bear down on him even harder. Taking the hint, Giovanni pounds my pussy until there's no other sound in the locker room besides the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the metallic rocking of the locker at my back. It isn't until my gaze collides with a light-brown one across the room that I let Giovanni push me over the edge. My body clenches down on him, driving him to fuck me all that much harder until he finally tenses beneath my hands. His head falls back completely as he spills himself inside of me. I try not to think about the fact that he left himself vulnerable and exposed like this. It means more than the average person would understand. It means he thoroughly trusts me. Whether it's done purposely or in the heat of the moment makes anger boil deep in my belly. We don't have any kind of relationship and he shouldn't trust me like that. Or at all. My intentions aren't nice ones.

Dropping my feet to the floor might as well alert him to the fact that we're done. I ignore the nagging feeling of what seems like him holding on for a second longer before his arms lose their grip and hands go to stuffing himself back inside his slacks. Strolling over to where Deklyn still stands from our previous stare off, I figure I'd let him have next dibs. The man is somewhat shorter than Giovanni, but wider for sure. I'm pretty sure his muscles have muscles. He and Crue both have those All-American physiques that are built like brick houses. Deklyn's naked, sweaty chest puts his huge, winged tattoo across his pecs on display. I rub my hands from his six pack abs all the way over that tattoo and up to his shoulders. My hands die to lock behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss. But rules.

Instead, I turn in front of him and brush my ass against the cock already hard as a rock in his gym shorts. Reaching back to grab his hips, I tug him with me as I start walking toward the bench seat. It's only a few steps, and he comes willingly. Once I bend over, offering him the same thing Giovanni just had, that's where my control of him ends. I'm sure he's a sweetheart in bed, but I don't want sweet. I want it rough, and he knows it. They all do. If any of them try to give me anything other than what I want, then I'll just go elsewhere, and they'll all be fucked. Not literally either.

Deklyn takes advantage of the extra height my heels have added, putting us at the perfect angle for him to slide my panties to the side and enter me in one quick thrust. For a moment, he stops as though to enjoy the feels. A random thought flits through my mind wondering if they take other lovers while I'm not around or have something more serious even. I shut it down before it can become something darker, because I don't care.

He rides me as much as I do in return. For every thrust of his hips, I'm pushing back against him. Having already been warmed up by Giovanni, it takes my body no time at all to clench down on him as I come. A few minutes later, he follows suit emptying himself inside of me. Out of all of them, Deklyn's normally the one who tries to clean me up when he forgets the rules. Not today. As soon as he slides out, another cock primed and ready takes his place. Since Kenji is straddling the bench to my left, it's easy to guess Crue has replaced Deklyn behind me.

Now Crue and his mohawked, badass self knows how I like it, or maybe he likes it that way, too, making us a perfect fit for a rough, dirty ride. His fingers dig into my skin as he grasps my hips and drives himself balls-deep. There is no rocking back on him. I've got no choice but to hang on to the bench in my face and enjoy the damn ride. Every time he bottoms out, it's borderline painful, but I welcome it. I'd beg him to take me even harder if I could. Crue is a selfish lover. I can probably count on one finger the number of orgasms he's ever given me, and that's being generous.

Proving that point, his cock jerks as his movement slows. Once he pulls out and I'm able to stand, I have to do so slowly, working out the kink in my back from being bent over and fucked twice.

I stretch my arms to the ceiling before twisting to find Kenji. He hooks a finger at me from his position on the bench. My parents would likely split a seam, knowing I checked fucking an Asian off my bucket list. Kenji goes against every stereotype for his race, too. He's tall, with thick, corded muscles and long, black dreadlocks that hang all the way down his back. The man is sexy as hell and has been one of my favorite lovers I've ever had. Even while there are others around, he's not shy at all about trying new positions.

My heels clack across the tiled floor as I stroll over to him. Juices, whether mine or the others to be determined, leak down the inside of my thigh. It does nothing to deter him. Slipping the hem of his black gym pants down over his cock, it springs to attention, letting me know exactly where he wants me.

Straddling his thighs, I let him have the task of guiding himself where we both crave him to be. The long length of him slides right in, and let me just say, his cock doesn't hold up to those stereotypes either. He's longer than any of the others, giving him the advantage of touching different spots they can't.

Those thick, corded muscles in his arm flex as his hands slip beneath the bottom of my thighs and use it as leverage to help work my body up and down the length of him. My lips may not have my permission to trace over his skin, but the same rules don't apply to my palms. Skimming them over his biceps and up his shoulders, I lock my fingers behind his neck as he continues to do all the work for the both of us. The toes of my heels barely touch the floor, giving me no choice but to hold on and enjoy yet another ride.

His breath isn't labored, but I can feel the warmth of it straight through the thin material of my shirt and lacy bra. It makes my nipples pebble, begging for attention. A fact he doesn't miss. Locking gazes with me, his head dips until his mouth closes over the stiff peak, teeth scraping the sides just hard enough to have me clenching down hard on his cock. My head drops back with a low moan and his fingers dig into my skin. It only takes him a few more seconds before he's following right behind me, filling my pussy as his cock jerks.

When his movements slow, I lower my chin and find myself trapped within his dark-brown-eyed stare. It holds more questions than are allowed with our arrangement. The bolder these men get with each of our visits, the more it makes me want to find new...friends. Scooting sideways in his lap to reach a foot to the floor, it does delicious things to my pussy where he's already semi-hard again. A marathon with Kenji would be easy and fun. Hours of finding new positions since he's proven more than once he's a man who's perfected the multiple orgasm, both for himself and his partner. But that's not the kind of deal we have. It's more one of ‘hit it and quit it until the next time’ kind of thing. Which is exactly the reason why, no matter good it feels, I steady myself on my one heel while lifting off of him. His breath whooshes out of his chest, but I ignore it. That sound, Giovanni with his back against the wall watching, and Crue and Deklyn, I disregard them all, making my way into the bathroom adjacent to this locker room.

Stripping my panties off, I toss them in the trash before closing myself in one of the stalls to pee and clean myself up. When I emerge, Giovanni is crowding the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning a shoulder on the frame. He simply observes while I wash my hands and smirk into the mirror, running a hand through my hair. Afterward, I squeeze between him and the other side of the door when he doesn't move.

"See ya later, boys," I toss at them, planning my escape.

Giovanni moves silently until he's pressed against my back just as I make it to the back door. For a few seconds he traps me there before reaching around me to open it. I find myself with the desire to accept the comfort that he's offering, but that's the very last thing I'd ever do. With my hips swaying, I don't waste any more time getting away from him.

I'm halfway to my car when he calls out, "Sure you're okay, princess?"

"Rules, Parisi," I remind him.

For as long as I can see, he never moves from his spot. It strikes an uneasy nerve in my chest. If they're going to start having problems with the way we've been doing things, then I'll have no choice but to let them all go. Sure, it'll suck because I've got the six of them at beck and call, but that's all it's ever going to be. I don't want more than sex from them. I got lucky meeting Giovanni in a club one night, fucking him in one of the private restrooms within an hour of knowing him. Usually when that happens, the guy doesn't bother getting my number. He did, and surprising even myself, I'd given it to him. I think that alone speaks volumes at just how good his dick is. Then he'd introduced his little gang of miscreants after the next couple times of us hooking up. Though, that may or may not have been closer to an accident.

I'd met up with him at a hotel and fucked him on the balcony while he puffed away on a cigar that had a strong woodsy scent to it. If I'm honest, that was one of my favorite hookups with anyone ever. Anyone who'd taken the chance to look upward wouldn't have been able to miss my ass bouncing on his dick as though my life depended on it. Then after he'd carried me inside the room. I'd hoped for another romp before I left and got just that plus so much more. To this day, I'm not sure if it was a test I failed, but when he'd dropped me on the bed with five other guys in the room, my pussy still glistening with evidence of what we'd just done on display, I didn't run scared. Instead, I'd propositioned all five of them, never dropping my gaze from Giovanni's as they each took turns. Something in his expression not only said I hadn't failed but that I'd done exactly as he expected I would. That was the day the rules started. His eyes half-lidded watching these other men fuck me, he'd set the first one.

"You want fucked? You come to us. No one else touches you."

"Fine," I'd replied, breathing hard through Crue's first rough pounding. "Sex only and no kissing."

He'd balked a little bit at the kissing part but had finally conceded. More rules would come later. By the time I'd taken every single cock in the room, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to take a nap across Giovanni's luxurious suite bed, but it would've given them all the wrong idea right off the bat. So, I'd cleaned up, straightened my clothes, and tossed my thong in the trash before leaving more than them and their questions behind in that room. It's slowly become a ritual. I should've felt used or maybe akin to a slut then and even now when we hook up, but I don't. It's just as easy to walk away with my head held high as it would be not to contact them at all. At least this way, I get the pleasure of feeling desired added to the multiple orgasms.

The memories take over my thoughts on the drive to my appointment, putting me on autopilot. Shouldn't be that difficult to make the drive in my sleep. I've done it plenty enough times awake since being mandated to therapy. I've still got six men on my mind as I pull into a parking space and get out of my Mercedes. Of course, that may have something to do with the way the walls of my pussy feel like muscles put through a hard workout every time I clench my thighs. I truly hope those guys can stick to their end of the rules, because I won't be lucky enough to find what we have in random strangers again.

Taking the elevator up to the fifth floor in the building, I push the call button at the door of the office, waiting to be let inside. At least my name and money come in handy and had a little bit of sway, allowing me the freedom to pick which therapist I see. I'd gone about it the safe way, knowing there was an office that catered to the rich and famous. It's why there's the extra added security of having to be buzzed into the office. To keep out the nosy, busy-body riffraff looking to exploit people in hopes it'll raise their status at their own careers.

Once the quiet buzzer sounds, I tug open the door to an empty waiting room and go find a seat. I'm a little early, giving me a chance to get myself a once over in the mirror of my compact in my clutch. I could try to hide the fact that I just got fucked four times over, but it wouldn't do any good. Dr. Geoff always sees right through me. Which is why I try to hold off contacting Giovanni if it's an appointment day. Today with the bullshit with my mother's fake-ass email and them bailing on yet another video call for the fifth time in a row. I just needed a small pick-me-up. Dr. Geoff has an opinion about me using sex as a way to feel loved since my parents have so obviously lacked in that parental responsibility my entire life. It's not something I need to get a second doctor to agree to since I already know it's partly true. So what if I enjoy sex? It's fun and feels pretty damn great as long as you've got the right partner...or six. Does it really matter if there are other subconscious reasons for it past that?

The very first doctor I saw in this office, Dr. Antonio, he'd tried for a few weeks to make me feel like I was doing something wrong that needed to stop. It made me so angry that I'd called Kenji to fuck me against the wall of the changing room in the department store I was in at the time. The anger made me stupid. I'd slipped and mentioned that Antonio wanted me to stop seeing them. I'd made an emergency appointment the next day where I'd broken the very first rule. I seduced then fucked the man. It was the first time in a long time that I felt dirty afterward. I went home and cried in the shower while trying to scrub the feel of him off. None of the others ever found out. I'd been planning on telling them. However, not only did Antonio quit the office and move somewhere out of state, but in that same rule, we aren't in a relationship so I shouldn't have to tell them. Imagining the disappointment on their faces, especially Giovanni was enough to have me keeping my mouth shut about it. I didn't want to risk losing the thing we've got going. It's a nice little arrangement. Besides, the guy moved, so it's not like there will ever be a repeat performance. The mission was accomplished, getting him out of my hair in one go. I think I'd probably hang myself if I had to go that route again, though.

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