Chapter 18: Chapter Eighteen

Bexley

“You’re going to love what we’ve done in the dormitory. Just wait until you see it,” Dominic mentions as we walk hand-in-hand.

As Dominic smiled at me, I felt a little warmer. My heart is thumping and my cheeks are flushed with need.

“I said five minutes, but it’s been twenty,” I say, swinging our hands back and forth.

“Good things come to those who wait,” Braxton calls out from the sleeping quarters, hearing my comment. “We're not ready.”

I can hardly contain the excitement. Dominic drops my hand and rushes inside.

“Wait there for another minute,” he insists, closing the door, not allowing me to pass. “You wanted us all nude, and I’m still fully clothed.”

I can hear plenty of chattering and some jostling, which is typical of boisterous males. I know when they’re all naked because I can hear the creaking of bedsprings. The noise settles to a minimum and I wait for them to call me inside.

“Bexley . . . we’re ready,” Dominic beckons me, and I hurry inside to find all four Wolfe Brothers lying bare on one huge, pushed-together bed.

I spot rope and chains dangling from the corners and see that they improvised, tying the bedframes together.

“How resourceful,” I praise them, loving how they all function collectively. “That better be sturdy enough to withstand a pounding.”

“Get your sexy ass over here and we'll prove it,” Asher mutters, laughing. “We need to work up a sweat if we want to stay warm."

My pussy clenches at the thought. I saunter to the bed, slipping off my shoes and kneeling my way into the centre. Asher and Braxton go to the left and Dominic and Cruz move over to the right, allowing me enough room to roll onto my back and spread my arms like a starfish. Braxton is the first to touch me, lifting my hand and bringing it to his lips.

“Do you think you can handle having us all at once, again?” he asks. “We exhausted you last time.”

“That was then,” I reply, “and this is now, so you better hope that you can keep up.”

He rolls closer, placing his lips on mine, sliding his hand over the bare skin of my belly and up under my jersey. I close my eyes to focus on his touch, but then there’s movement on my right and another hand following a similar path. More hands peel away my socks and unbutton my trousers. I don’t know who is who, but I don’t care. I trust my men to put me first, to treat me with respect and handle me with the gentlest touch. Fingers lift my shirt and peel it away. They rid my bra and pull my knickers off like they are unwrapping a present. Hands softly squeeze my breasts and fingers roll my nipples. Lips kiss every inch of my body and then tease the inside of my thighs. I’m so hot between my legs, so desperate and needy that my hips wriggle, seeking more contact. I know what I want and that's their tongues on my clit, followed by their long, thick cocks in my snatch.

“She’s ready,” Cruz says as he dips a finger inside me, pumping it in and out.

“I can hear the squelch of your juices on Cruz's fingers,” Braxton whispers against my ear and I whimper.

“She’ll get wetter with a tongue inside her pussy,” Asher mentions, his voice is gruffer than I’ve ever heard it.

“Fuck, see how swollen her clit is.” There’s a chorus of appreciation as they all feast their eyes on my wide-open cunt.

I can imagine what it looks like, soft and pink and dripping wet with arousal. I glance down and see Cruz kneeling between my legs. Our eyes meet, and it’s the hottest thing ever. I gaze around me and find Dominic, Asher, and Braxton, all reaching out to stroke me in places, pressing open-mouthed kisses against my skin.

Their tan, muscled torsos, sexy ink, and scattering of body hair all make my stomach flutter. Two sets of identical twins, yet all so beautifully unique, gorgeous to behold, and I think I could come from just laying here, looking at them and appreciating their bodies.

“Lick her,” Braxton orders. Cruz doesn’t need telling twice. He grins as he settles between my legs, inhales deeply and nudges my clit with his nose. “If there’s one thing I love, it’s the sweet scent of pussy,” he adds.

“Me too,” Braxton says, nipping at my earlobe.

Cruz's furious breath sends my pulse racing as his tongue flicks over my swollen clit and down to lap at my entrance.

There’s a murmur of appreciation as I moan my approval, arching my back off the mattress. I move my hand to hold Cruz’s head, but Braxton snatches it and pins it to the pillow. “Ah-ah,” he says. “Lie back and take it.”

It’s as hot as hell. Dominic’s lips latch onto my nipple. Hands stroke my thighs as Cruz licks with a ruthless technique. Asher’s lips find mine, and he kisses me as though he is pretending that his tongue is his cock; long languid strokes match his brother’s rhythm over my clit and I undulate my hips. I can’t take the overwhelming feeling of so many hands, so many fingers, so many tongues. It's like I have died and gone to heaven.

“She’s getting close,” Dominic says, pinching my nipple between his fingers. “Her thighs are quaking.”

“Her pussy’s pulsing, too,” Cruz says. “I can taste her cream.”

“Look how sexy she looks as she comes,” Asher says.

Fingers press into my ass, holding me tight against Cruz’s face and I want to wriggle away, but I can’t.

“That’s it,” Dominic urges. “Don’t hold it back, Bexley. Let it go.”

“Uh, uh, uh,” I moan; my eyes roll into the back of my skull and my stomach coils as I come.

“That’s it, you dirty girl. Come on his face,” Asher says.

Oh, God. His words set me off, and my mind tumbles as my body seizes with ecstasy. A warm gush flows through me like a tsunami, then I float in an ocean of bliss.

“So beautiful,” Dominic murmurs, stroking me gently.

His brothers follow suit as Cruz pulls away, letting me ride the waves of pleasure.

The bed shifts between my legs, then knees are nudging me open wider. “Cruz is going to fuck you now,” Braxton whispers. I nod, letting him know it’s okay even as I can’t speak. I know how Cruz will feel; hard, thick, and huge.

His cock nudges at my opening, my slickness easing the passage, feeling every veiny ridge against my walls.

“Fuck,” Cruz mutters as he pushes inside. My back arched and warm lips find my breasts again, sucking my nipples into stiff peaks.

Asher shifts away, and I think someone is going to take his place, but that isn’t what happens. He kneels next to my head with his dick in his hand, stroking his foreskin back and forth.

“Suck it, babe,” he says.

He moves closer, and I part my lips to take the engorged crown, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum, a sign of how excited he is. He’s so big, and the angle is difficult, but he seems to know just how deep to push without making me gag.

“That’s it, suck him off,” Braxton says.

He’s enjoying the show, watching the action at both ends. I look up at Asher and see the pained-pleasure on his face as he fucks my mouth. Cruz is fucking me with slow languorous strokes, grinding his hips in sensuous circles, his expression pinched with rapture. I can't imagine I'll be able to come again so soon. I’m way too sensitive, but the way things are going, I think I might. Asher is close, though. I taste his excitement and feel the swell of his cock and observe how his balls have pulled taut. He tries to pull away, but I grab him, wanting him to ejaculate in my mouth.

“Bexley . . . Bex,” Asher pants, his face contorting with pleasure as he blows his load. He comes so much; I have to swallow twice.

Cruz’s hands grip my hips so hard I think I’ll have bruises the next day. His slow, languid pace speeds as he gets nearer. A guttural moan builds in his throat, and I know then that he’s going to come, too. The impetus of his thrusts feels incredible. My pussy is so wet I can feel it trickling between my arse cheeks, seeping into the bedding.

“Uhh,” Cruz roars his release, then slumps against me to catch his breath.

“My turn,” Braxton insists, tapping his brother's shoulder to get him to move.

Asher and Cruz move away to make room for Dominic and Braxton. They roll on their sides and watch us through hooded eyes.

“Get up on your knees,” Braxton suggests. “I want you on top of me,” he insists. I nod, not wanting him to overexert himself, then roll onto my knees to straddle him.

Braxton’s cock stands big and thick and proud, his veins look like snakes beneath his skin. All I have to do is take hold of it and impale myself onto it. Their cocks are all similar, but the stretch and burn of each one of them still makes me gasp as I try to accommodate.

“Do you think you can take us both?” Dominic asks. I remember what it felt like to have two of them at once, but I’m afraid that it will hurt. “Go gently,” I tell him. “We’re not in the hot tub this time.” I hope that I'm wet enough to take them.

He shifts closer, aligning himself, then pushes. The stretch is incredible. I lean forward, braced over Braxton. Hands stroke my back and my arse. Cruz and Asher are there at my side, murmuring words of encouragement. Braxton raises himself to kiss me. I relax, and that's when Dominic presses a little harder. The feeling is amazing; Braxton thumbs my clit, making me grunt. They watch the reaction on my face; I grimace with the intensity of it all.

“That's it, babe,” Braxton soothes. “Just relax.”

“Easy,” Asher tells Dominic. “Go slow.”

He moves with unhurried shallow thrusts and Braxton closes his eyes, placing his hands behind his head. They had taped a clean patch of gauze to his shoulder. I notice the lack of blood. That means its healing, and that makes me feel better. Braxton seems unaffected by the wound, enjoying how good my pussy feels. I can imagine how amazing it is for him. The tightness of my muscles and the taboo of fucking the same hole at the same time as his brother.

“That’s our girl,” Asher says. “She’s the mother of our future kids.”

“Beautiful,” Cruz agrees. “Daddy likes . . . Daddy likes it a lot.”

My legs are trembling, my clit grinding against Braxton from the weight of Dominic behind me. I know I’m going to come soon. It’s rising fast, and I see stars, hoping and praying that they will catch me if I sag.

“She’s close,” Dominic states, moving with vigour.

“So am I,” Braxton says through gritted teeth.

“Oh god, I’m there,” Doming announces, breathlessly.

He seizes hold of my hair and arches my back, pulling me into him. I love it when he takes control in this way and I come in a second, groaning like a whore. This pushes Braxton over the edge; his face screws up like he’s in pain. “Fuuck,” he gasps.

“Uhh,” Dominic groans a guttural noise that vibrates right through my back.

All I can feel is intense pressure. My pussy is bursting with two expanding cocks. I can’t move and I sure as shit can’t breathe. Braxton tenses and Dominic strains, holding onto my hip for anchorage. I feel their cocks jerking with ropey jets of come, spasming until they finish. My palm slides on Braxton’s sweat-slickened chest and I shudder and shake in-between them.

Asher’s eyes are wild as he watches, stroking his prick back to life.

“Stay on your knees,” he orders, wanting round two.

Dominic moves from behind me and I slide off Braxton's cock, it flops onto his stomach with a wet slap. Asher takes Dominic's place behind me and mounts me hard, making me jolt with a gasp. His thumb circles my arsehole and applies a little pressure. It's not enough for him to pop inside, but it's enough to make me shiver. His heavy balls slap against my labia with the momentum of his thrusts. My breasts bounce with the force of his strokes and my teeth rattle in my mouth. It's fast, spearing into me without an ounce of mercy. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he increases his, almost brutal, velocity.

Slap . . . Slap . . . Slap.

My mouth forms a perfect “O” as my hot nerd fucks me into oblivion.

“Uh!” I wail, loud enough to rattle the window frames. Asher is right there with me, chasing his release. And when he comes, the world and his uncle know it.

“Fuck,” he groans; we roll onto our sides in a panting mess.

Nobody speaks. We just cuddle, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and enjoy the bliss that encompasses us.