Chapter Twenty-One

I went into the house and looked around for where it would be best to sit. I wanted to be the first thing they saw when they walked in. The place was decorated in whites and light wood tones, a relief from the cold grays of the other hotel. I liked the place, but I preferred light over dark when it came to decorating a house.

From the door, I could see that the swivel stools at the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room was the best place to sit to make an impression. I opened the fridge, took out a bottle of ginger ale that I found in there, and sat down in the black and metal seat.

I heard a sound outside and looked out to see the fellas coming out of the elevator. I smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile and crossed my legs as Michael opened the door. Always the one to lead.

His eyes all but glittered as he spotted me as they walked in. His walk was loose, his face pleased as he came into the house to greet me. “Hello there, beautiful.”

“Hi,” I said, almost shyly. I looked away, down at the floor, to hide how nervous I was before I looked back up. The others now stood beside him, ready to greet me too.

I got up from the stool and walked over to them. I didn’t expect a group hug, or to be passed from one to the next after that, but that’s what I got. I laughed with joy as I got to the end of the line and found myself in Tristan’s arms.

“Hi there,” I said softly and kissed him again.

His arms went tightly around me as he pulled me close, his mouth hungry for mine. Desire flared to life, but Michael broke us up with an amused chuckle.

“Come on now, we promised we’d feed her before we took advantage of her, guys!”

“I had breakfast,” I said and went back to kissing his brother.

“You might have, but it’s time for lunch. Come on. We ordered food for all of us and we should eat. It’s going to be a long afternoon. And night, and maybe even early morning. We have the hotel for two days, though, so if you want an extra night here you can stay,” Michael informed me with a wink.

“No, I have to get home to spend some time with my Mom. She’s taking a break from the dentist tonight.”

“Good, you need some time with her. Have you told her about us yet?” Daniel asked as we all filed out to the lounging area outside.

“No, she’s been so busy, so I’ve not had time to,” I told him. It was something we’d all talked about. They weren’t pressuring me, it was just that I wanted to tell my mom for my own reasons. They were curious about how it would go.

“I think she’ll be okay with it, from what you’ve said,” Daniel encouraged me and took a seat beside me at the round glass table. It was big enough to seat us all and in the shade.

The heat of the day hadn’t quite reached a peak yet, so it was nice to sit outside for now. I ate barbecued chicken, potato salad, and macaroni and cheese but I didn’t taste any of it. We were all quiet, too busy staring at each other to taste the food or talk. We knew what we were here for. To say goodbye to each other for a month.

It wasn’t the best way to start a relationship, especially when we’d already been apart for weeks, but it couldn’t be helped. And the fellas would be doing good things on their trip, as well as making a huge decision about their future. I wanted to beg them to stay, to not leave me, but I knew this had to be done, for their sakes.

They could decide to stop seeing me a few months from now, maybe I’d turn out to be too fucking goofy or something, and if I influenced them one way or the other, they might regret that decision. I’d told them before, it was their lives and their decisions.

We left all of that behind after lunch was over. We didn’t talk about what was to come or what we all had to do now that we were educated adults. We cleared the dishes away, and Daniel went over to the entertainment center and put on a playlist. Soft, sensual sound filtered through the air and I smiled at him. I went to him and danced with him slowly. This is what he wanted then. Sensual, slow love.

“I don’t want to tell you goodbye,” he said as we danced around the living room, my arms around his neck while his hand rested against my hip.

“I don’t want you to leave either, but you have to, I’m afraid,” I spoke with all the honesty I could. “You have work to do over there, and it’s good work, Daniel. You’ll be home soon enough. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

“You’ll be in California when we get back.” His face fell into a look of despair, and I reached up to kiss his smoothly shaven face.

“I won’t. I changed the tickets to go while you’re away. I’ve also settled it with work. I’ll go in this week to have the training they want me to take, then I’ll go to California. I’ll be here when you get back,” I chuckled softly. “I’m just as eager as you are for me to be here when you get back. I’m going to miss you. All of you.”

“I’d say good, but that just sounds selfish, doesn’t it?” he smiled ruefully, and I did too.

“A little, but I’m the same way. It’s nice to be wanted.” I felt my cheeks turn red, but it was true.

“It is, to be truly wanted for who you are is incredible.”

“Why do you all want a woman to share?” I’d wanted to ask it before but hadn’t.

“Because we’re all one. We are four parts of a whole. Four women couldn’t get along, couldn’t do the things we want to do, or explore. One woman, you, can do that. Only you, Nicolette. I don’t think we’d ever do this again if you decided to call it quits.”

“Why’s that?” I had to hear it. I’ve been a good girl for weeks, I’ve not demanded to hear declarations of love, and didn’t want them, but the words they said about how they cared for me were like manna. The gestures, the way Michael always made sure I ate and rested, the way Tristan always told me goodnight, even if he knew I was asleep, the way Adam would send me a message in the mornings, to tell me he was thinking about me, and the way Daniel always wanted me to know how much he adored me, were things I didn’t know I’d craved. Not until I had them.

I glanced over at Adam, the hardest nut to crack so far. He smiled at me slowly as he looked me up and down. He cared, he might not want to, he might want to be totally independent of love for me, but he felt it. The way he couldn’t take his eyes from me, the way he lost control when he fucked me, all told me that I got to him. In a very good way.

I’m new to all of this, but I’d listened to others my whole life talk about relationship problems. I knew what was good and what was bad. I didn’t need to be clingy or be clung to, but to know I was needed was priceless.

Daniel swung me around the room one more time, then dipped me low, before he brought me back up. “You are definitely going to be missed, Nicolette.”

His lips found mine and the heat blew up between us. My first lover pressed me back, until I was up against the wall, with my head up to take his kiss while his hand ran down my body, to my back, and over my ass. He pulled my left leg up so that I’d be snug against his erection.

The dress rode up around my hips and I felt him through his black trousers, through the black lace panties. The way he thrust his hips into my center made me moan his name. His lips moved along my jaw, up to the place where my jaw met my ear, and then he whispered to me. “You’re ours, Nic. Remember that while we’re gone.”

“I will, Daniel,” I gasped into his ear where his head pressed against my face. “I will never want anyone but you all. You’re mine, too, you know?”

“We might very well be, Nic. Forever.” He pulled away from me then and pushed me down to my knees. I didn’t complain, I’d loved sucking their cocks from day one.

Adam came over to watch and I could see the hunger there, the strength of his backbone that made him unwilling to bend. But he’d just bent, even if he didn’t know it.

I beckoned to him with my eyes as I pulled down the zipper on Daniel’s trousers. They were all dressed similarly, in black trousers and black shirts, the same uniform as always. I pushed Daniel’s pants away as he pulled off his shirt. Adam dropped his pants on his own and threw this shirt somewhere by the couch.

A quick glance told me that Tristan and Michael were at the bar, watching. Somebody had to fuck me after I finished these two, after all. I gave them a wink as I focused on the two incredibly hard cocks in front of me.

I wrapped a hand around each one, soft as a feather, and let my thumbs flick the tips. I’d had my nails done and the black polish shone brightly with the wink of the glitter I couldn’t resist. I ran the thumbs around the rise of each man’s cock until each one squirmed and thrust into my hand, hungry to be the first in my mouth.

I looked up at each, a dare in my eyes. Make me.

Adam grinned a roguish smile before he brushed my hand away to take himself in hand. A few quick strokes and then he offered me his cock with a raised eyebrow. Do it.

“Open, Nicolette.”

I hesitated, looked at Daniel, but knew it would be alright if I took Adam in first. He was watching with greedy eyes, full of desire, but fascinated with watching me. I turned my blue eyes back to Adam and opened my mouth wide.

He moved just enough to place the tip of his cock on my tongue and waited. I closed around him, then moved slowly down his shaft. I felt my nipples tighten in the thin lace bra I wore, itchy against the fabric, desperate for a touch to ease the ache there.

It matched the ache that had my panties soaking wet. Need, powerful and untamed, raged within me already. I wondered, for only a moment, if it would always be this way. If I would grow used to them and if this excitement, this ache would go away. I hoped not.

I moved down over his length, my mouth wide until my nose met his skin. I closed my jaw then so that I could suck my way back up. His fingers went into my hair as a groan escaped his throat.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, I’m going to miss that mouth of yours, Nicolette.” His words were little more than a ragged groan, an admission he didn’t want to make. But he lost his control and let it slip.

Pleasure at his words burned through me, and I licked at him with my tongue, a curl around the bottom of his cock that made his hips thrust into my face with uncontrolled pleasure.

His breath became as ragged as his voice as I saw to his needs, and he came closer to the edge. I pulled away when his hips began to thrust into my face. I turned to Daniel but kept Adam in my left hand.

Daniel sucked in air as I took him into the liquid heat of my mouth. By that point, we’d all forgotten we had an audience, but when I felt Michael’s hands in my hair my eyes opened, and I looked up at him. He guided my head back to Adam, just to remind us all of who was actually in control here.

I opened my mouth to release Daniel and moved my head to stare straight into Michael’s eyes as Adam pushed back between my teeth, into the sultry humidity of my mouth. Nostrils flared, and I think we were all too engrossed to look away from each other. My hands moved on Daniel, and now on Michael. He was still dressed, but hard. I opened the zip on his pants, my mouth still busy with Adam, and pulled Michael’s cock free. He’d be the one that fucked my first tonight, then.

I refocused on Adam as I stroked his brothers and let my lips and good use of suction take him back to the edge we were all eager to dance naked on. I heard him groan above me at the moment a pulse raced up his cock.

I’d arranged for birth control, but we still needed to be careful. I hadn’t had it for a month yet, so while I’d let them come in my mouth or on me, they weren’t to come inside of me. They knew that and agreed. We all had to be more careful, but for now, I swallowed the liquid proof of Adam’s pleasure. When he was finished, he moved away from me to sink down in an armchair.

I turned to Daniel, and Michael took Adam’s place. Both leaned against the wall over me. Their hands propping them up as one drove into my mouth, fast and hard, while the other moved in my hand. It was intoxicating, how much their groans made me feel.

The minute Daniel sank down away from me, his pleasure now complete, Michael pulled me up against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his hips. His fingers found my wet depths, seconds before he pushed his pants off to slam into me. He’d managed to slip a condom on in there somewhere, and I felt him glide into me with a shiver of delight.

I was so turned on that his first thrust into me had me gasping; so close to the orgasm I’d wanted for ages now. My gasp drove him to pound into me, hard, fast, without caring about foreplay. Sucking his brothers off had been all the foreplay I needed. Anticipation had haunted me all day and now, the slightest touch, the right touch, his touch would set me off. He pulled me up a little higher and slammed my body into the wall with his. That was it, that was the place I needed.

His lips dragged down my neck and his hand moved just long enough to free my breasts from the dress and the bra, to latch onto a nipple. That was it. When he did that at the same moment his hands dug into my ass I went off.

I screamed something. I don’t know what, but I screamed as pleasure made me clamp down on the length of his cock. I arched into it, into him, to let my body suck up every moment of ecstasy that it could.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he groaned just as he poured himself into me. We came together, and when he thrust into me one last time, he let go of my nipple to kiss me.

He let me go, at last, and I sank down to the floor. I was completely debauched, with my hair in disarray, both of my tits hanging out of my dress, with my dress up around my hips. I looked at Tristan to see he was looking at me as if he’d never seen anything more tempting. I smiled ready for more.