Chapter 9: Chapter Nine

Bexley

The look on his face suggested he would eat me alive if I wasn't careful. My cheeks blazed with heat. I turned away, so I could undress with a little confidence. Not that it worked because I could feel their eyes roaming all over my body. The black lacy undergarments were enough to cover my modesty but left nothing to the imagination. They had picked it out purposefully, along with the rest of my wardrobe. Everything hung, clung, and hugged my curves, emphasizing all my best assets. The awestruck expressions on their faces told me it was all money well spent.

Their arms reached out for me as I stepped into the warm water, hands caressed me as I settled down between them, their lips and stubble delivering a contrast of rough versus smooth against my shoulders. I couldn’t tell who was who as I closed my eyes, but I didn’t care. They moved like a single entity, warming me up and making me feel good. This was the welcome back I envisaged in my dreams, and the reality exceeded all of my expectations. Their fingers trailed across my skin, evoking a plethora of sensations. I wanted them all, but I was too afraid to say that out loud.

“This is what it means to belong to us,” Braxton murmured against my ear, “the four of us pleasing you. You’re ours to love; ours to protect, and we hope that you learn to love us given time.”

Asher turned my chin, so I was facing him; his eyes flicked down to my lips and back again as if seeking permission. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I was going to pass out. I leaned in, and he met me half-way, stealing my breath with an earth-shattering kiss. The euphoric buzz fogged my head as they passed me around, taking it in turns to kiss me. Braxton was second, Dominic third, then Cruz made his turn count, lifting me by my arse and seating me onto his lap. My pussy rocked against his solid cock before noticing he was bare. He swallowed my gasp of surprise, meeting my gaze with a lewd grin.

“So, this is serious?” I had to check. “You’re not just going to dump me the second I crack this code?”

Hurt flickered through their eyes, but it was a sign I wanted to see. It meant that they cared about me in the same way that I felt about them.

Cruz held my waist, giving me a gentle squeeze. “Never,” he replied without a moment’s hesitation. "You're here where you belong."

I leaned in to kiss him again, this time curling my fingers around his impressive length, shocked that he was as big as Braxton.

“Fuck, Bexley,” Cruz hissed under his breath.

He reached up and unclasped my bra with a flick of his wrist and I shucked it from my body like I was glad to be rid of it. The man was a mystery, but I knew exactly what he wanted at this moment, and that was me. Cruz dragged me against him; the heat from his breathing gusted over my bare breasts before he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

The Wolfe pack surrounded me like I was theirs to devour. I gave in to temptation, feeling their exploratory touch encompassing me, and not knowing whose hands wandered where. Cruz ripped my panties to one side and his cock presented against my parted slit. I was still tender from where Braxton had taken me earlier, but my pussy offered little resistance as it welcomed the intrusion. Cruz applied an upward thrust that filled me, taking my breath away. He snarled with lust as he tore my panties to pieces, then tossed the ruined lace onto the decking. Dominic swallowed my moans in a sensual kiss, and Asher and Braxton toyed with my nipples as Cruz stroked me into oblivion. The water frothed around us, spilling over the sides as we fucked like savages.

“You like that, Bexley?” Cruz grunted; his face scrunched with pleasure. “Do you think you could take us all?”

"Yes," I mewled.

I threw my head back as I rocked my hips, succumbing to the pressure that was claiming my body. Heat, suction, the force of Cruz’s cock as it pummelled my abused pussy. Then his thumb hit the detonator of my sex, rubbing my clit and blowing my brains all over the decking.

“That’s it; come for us,” Cruz encouraged; his words strained with need.

“Uh, oh god,” I cried, letting myself go.

Lights flashed behind my eyelids, my body tensed, Cruz’s cock jerked as my walls constricted around it, holding it there in a death grip.

He came with a grunt, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he rode out his climax. My god, Cruz Wolfe looked as sexy as hell when pleasure consumed him.

My lovers drew back, giving me a minute to breathe. Cruz eased me up to slide his cock out of me; the temperature of the water helped to ease the after-burn, but after a night with the Wolf pack, they made sure to ruin it for any other man. Maybe that was the point. I would never want anyone else after I had a taste of them.

Asher peeled off his swim shorts and tossed them over the side of the tub. They landed on the decking with a splat. I took it as a sign he wished to go next, so I slid onto his lap to kiss him. He turned, so I’d miss. At first, it confused me, but as he started trailing kisses long my throat, breasts, jaw, and up to my lips again, I knew that he wanted to savour his turn. His controlled movements left me shaking with desire. He knew exactly how to excite me, swirling his tongue against mine like he was making love to my mouth.

Cruz, Braxton, and Dominic relaxed back to watch the show, their hands clasped behind their heads in the lounge position. Two more pairs of shorts landed with a splat, letting me know that there was more fun to come. As Asher pushed into me, he groaned with satisfaction, his breathing quivering as he exhaled. Unlike Cruz and Braxton, his pace was slow and controlled. Each roll of his hips felt like a nudge against the apex of my sex, eliciting breathy moans from my lips.

“We want you to stay with us forever,” he murmured; his eyes looking deep within mine as if searching my soul for the answer. "What do you say?"

His sensuous whispers and his reverent touch fanned the embers of my desire, setting my body alight.

“I want that,” I replied, matching his pace with every hip-roll, our lips touching. “Oh, god, I want that so much.”

My abdominals tightened as another orgasmic wave engulfed me, drowning me in an ocean of bliss.

“Then you’re ours. We’re yours. We belong together,” he breathed; he had reached the pinnacle of his climax, I could see the tension in his eyes.

All it took for me to push us over the precipice was to say the magic words, “I’m yours.”

Our bodies locked in a lover’s embrace, feeling the exchange of heat flowing between us. His kisses remained gentle, his eyes glimmering with affection. We were wrung out and spent; I sagged against him, needing something sturdy to anchor on to. The moon shone above us like a spotlight; the stars glittered like a canopy of twinkling lights, reflecting on the ocean like scattered diamonds.

“This is amazing,” I confessed, unable to accept that this was real. "I can't believe how cool you are about this."

"It's always been you, Bexley," Asher declared. "This was how it was always meant to be."

He had a way with words that could make a woman swoon, and this was a perfect example. It didn't matter why or how he came to that conclusion. All that mattered was here and now.

Asher shifted beneath me, allowing Braxton and Dominic to claim their prize. They had wanted long enough. Asher took a seat beside Cruz, admiring my swollen breasts and how my flushed skin glowed blue under the moonlight.

“Isn’t she stunning?” Asher mentioned to Cruz.

Cruz’s eyes were glazed with lust. “The most perfect woman I have ever seen,” he agreed with Asher.

Braxton stroked the wet hair back from my face, gazing down upon me with pure devotion. “And she’s ours. She accepted us.”

“I did,” I assured them all, “I told you already. I don’t want this to end.”

And I didn’t. Whatever the cost, my heart was invested. I was trusting them not to break it.

“It won’t,” Dominic murmured, circling his finger around my areola before suckling the puckered bud into his hot mouth. Braxton did the same on the other side; their foreplay progressing into a tag team where Braxton leaned me back as Dominic draped my legs over his shoulders. My sore pussy cooled in the evening breeze, still pulsing from all the friction.

“Keep her still,” Dominic coached, his mouth covering my mound as his tense muscle speared between my folds.

“Oh, uh,” I moaned, writhing in Braxton’s arms.

Dominic’s tongue slithered around my clit like a serpent, fluctuating between smooth glides and ruthless flicks. He inserted one finger into my fleshy cavern, then another, stretching me with a scissor motion. Just when I thought I couldn’t come again, I did. This time, it was with such ferocity, my pleasure splashed straight into Dominic’s open mouth.

He chuckled his approval. “Oh, you filthy bitch,” he remarked as he lapped it all up, feasting upon me liked he couldn’t get enough. “You’re gonna get fucked so hard, you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow.”

My body spasmed with sensitivity, my eyeballs rolling to the back of my skull. I had never had so much cock in one year, let alone in one day. They were in complete control of my body, and I was loving every minute.

Dominic lounged back as I sank on his dick, then pulled me down for a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and that only made this seem dirtier.

“Just try to relax,” he cooed as Braxton caressed me from behind.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, tensing as the pad of his finger pressed against the tight knot of my arsehole.

Braxton chuckled, then leaned over me, pressing his chest against my back. “I’m not going to take you there tonight . . . but soon,” he promised, making me shudder with desire.

“Are you climbing aboard with us?” Dominic offered; he made it sound as casual as hopping on to the back of his surfboard to catch some waves.

“What do you think, Bex? Is there room inside for one more?” Braxton rasped, presenting his massive erection against my arse.

“Both won’t fit inside there,” I panicked, afraid that they would split me in two.

“They will,” Asher assured from across the tub. “A vaginal muscle is elastic; they can achieve double penetration as long as you take things slowly and breathe through it.”

I had done nothing like this before and wasn’t sure what to expect.

“You can try, but the moment it hurts, I want you to stop,” I told them, entrusting them to take good care of me.

At first, it felt impossible. I was already filled with Dominic’s cock, but Braxton kept pushing a little at a time. It burned at the second intrusion, and I wasn’t convinced that my pussy could take it. Braxton’s persistence paid off, and I could feel myself opening up to accommodate him.

“Uh, oh god,” I chanted my mantra as the stretch and burn delivered another wave of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, Bexley,” Dominic groaned beneath me as Braxton continued to work his cock inside.

This was a whole new level of sinful; two brothers fucking me in unison, their cocks sliding together inside me, their hunky bodies sandwiching me with all their godly gorgeousness.

“Look how great we are together?” Braxton grunted into my ear.

Dominic placed his hands behind his head as he lay back and enjoyed the ride. All I could do was hang on to his sculpted shoulders for dear life. My body thrummed with each hard thrust as Braxton took charge of the helm, steering us to destination climax. A tsunami of pleasure hit me, rocking me to the core. Dominic was the first to roar his release, and I came a close second, Braxton increased his momentum as he chased his finish, barking out a harsh cry. Their cocks swelled and at first, it was too much, and I let out a shriek of discomfort. The pressure subsided within moments, enabling us to relax and slump together in a boneless, panting mess.

“Marry us,” Dominic uttered, breathlessly.

Shocked gasps came from the other three, like Dom had spoiled some kind of surprise.

“What?” I spluttered, astounded by those two words.

My men came at me from all sides, stroking, kissing, touching, taking good care of what was theirs.

“We wanted to wait a while to do this, but Dominic is right, why wait? Bexley Barker, will you do us the great honour of becoming our wife?” Braxton asked.

My jaw hung agape as I struggled to process what just happened.