Authors: Abby Blake
“Finally, you’re awake,” Lachlan whispered in her ear.
He sounded exasperated, and she was about to roll over to ask why he sounded so impatient when he pressed his long, thick, very hard cock against the soft flesh of her ass. She giggled softly as he licked a wet trail up her neck and into the shell of her ear.
“Do you feel like playing, little one?”
She nodded, and
Lachlan
began whispering wicked instructions into her ear. She glanced at Brock’s peacefully sleeping form and wondered if he really would like to be woken in such as fashion.
Lachlan helped her shimmy down the bed so that her head lay at groin level for both of them. Lachlan’s hard cock bumped into the back of her neck as she wriggled into place and licked Brock’s semihard dick. She sucked the soft flesh into the warm cavern of her mouth, sighing in relief as it hardened. A sleepy hand tangled in her hair and held her still while Brock rocked against her mouth.
“Oh, baby girl,” he groaned breathlessly as he thrust deeper. She relaxed her throat like John had taught her and let Brock fuck her mouth slowly. “Mikayla, that feels incredible.”
A deep chuckle sounded behind her, and then a strong hand gripped her hair and pulled her away from Brock’s dick. “Look at him, Mikayla. He’s not even awake, but he definitely knows whose giving him a blow job.”
Mikayla shivered at the implications, but even as Lachlan guided her mouth to his own cock, she tried to rationalize Brock’s reaction away. She was the only woman at the station, after all, so who else’s name would he call?
Lachlan held her head in his hands, pumping shallowly in the awkward position, groaning when she pressed her tongue into the slit and licked out the pre-cum. Brock must’ve woken because Lachlan released her head and then a second set of hands gripped her and rolled her over. Brock’s thick cock filled her mouth a moment later. She sucked hard on him, moaning as Lachlan’s hands traveled down her spine and smoothed over her ass.
He moved lower, lifting her right leg into the air and pushing a finger deep into her pussy. She moaned around Brock’s cock, the vibration tickling against her lips and tongue and transferring to his erection. He moaned in response but kept stroking in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm.
The finger in her pussy was quickly joined by another, and she nearly screamed when Lachlan pushed in a third. His fingers were so wide that she felt stretched already. She’d tasted his cock only moments ago and knew it was even wider. She growled low in her throat as Lachlan kept the same slow, torturous pace as Brock, pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy, the muscles starting to soften, easing his way even as her excitement rose higher.
The hands on her head stilled her movements, and she swallowed around the thick head of Brock’s cock just as Lachlan pushed his cock into her slit. One long, steady thrust and then they were both lodged as deeply into her body as they could go. Together, they pulled out slowly, and, together, they pushed back in. She moaned as her excitement suddenly leaped higher.
She could feel herself shaking, the fine tremors making both men groan as they began to speed their pace. In and out, harder, deeper, stronger, they pushed into her body, over and over, until she couldn’t stop the shaking that overtook her. She was the verge of an amazing orgasm and dropped her hand to her clit, desperately trying to find her peak, but both men stopped moving and withdrew from her. She sucked hard on Brock’s cock, but he pulled out with a loud
pop
and grabbed her hands.
“Naughty,”
Lachlan
said as he lifted her hands over her head. “You don’t get to come until we say so.”
She blinked at him myopically, most of her brain focused on her own overwhelming need for climax. Brock rolled her over, transferred her hands into Lachlan’s tight grip, and moved her up the bed. She found herself face-to-groin with Lachlan’s glistening cock and opened wide when he pressed it against her lips. The salty tang of her own juices hit her tongue, and she gasped in surprise at the silky feel. Far more aroused now than before, she whimpered and lifted her leg in the hopes that Brock would fill her pussy the way Lachlan was filling her mouth.
Brock laughed and slapped her thigh lightly before pushing his cock hard into her with one deep thrust. She sighed as they slowly began the rhythm again. She could feel her pussy muscles pulsating around Brock’s invasion, and she tugged against Lachlan’s hold before she remembered she wasn’t allowed to touch herself. Lachlan chuckled as he pumped shallowly into her mouth. She sucked harder, trying to pull him deeper, but he held her hands in one of his and her head with the other.
Brock did the same. The infuriatingly shallow strokes in her pussy were enough to keep her on the edge of orgasm but not quite enough to push her over. She growled in frustration, but her struggle to get more meant they gave her less. She wanted to cry when they both pulled out once again.
“Hands and knees, baby girl,” Lachlan said as he released her wrists. They both helped her into the position they wanted—Brock in front of her,
Lachlan
behind.
She tried to lick the cock bobbing near her face, but Brock held her away from him. She was about to scream in frustration when thick fingers plunged into her pussy, and she nearly fell forward.
Lachlan
held her hip as he plundered her thick folds, the fast pace and forceful entry ramping her excitement so high she could barely breathe. He let go of her hip, wrapped his hand under her belly, and slid lower to squeeze her clit.
She exploded in movement, every cell in her body vibrating with the intense release. She panted as the rolling, rocking sensation of her orgasm flowed through every vein in her body. Her knees wobbled, and her arms collapsed, but Brock simply held her as
Lachlan
continued thrusting his fingers into her trembling flesh.
Even as the first orgasm waned, he forced her body into a second, incredible climax. Liquid heat flooded through her, and the intense sensation robbed her of breath. She was as limp as a cooked noodle when he finally removed his fingers from her pussy, but she stiffened again when she felt them press against her anus.
“Relax,” Brock said. The word may have been said softly, but it was definitely an order.
She felt a cold sensation as lubricant landed on her skin and was massaged into her back passage. She tried to relax as two thick digits pressed into her ass. She groaned at the strange feeling. Imagining a cock up her ass suddenly seemed far more exciting than the reality.
It stung, and she crawled forward, instinctively trying to escape the slight pain.
A loud slap landed on her ass, and she stilled at the reminder of how incredible her spanking had made her feel. That had hurt at the beginning, too, but then had morphed into something so amazing she couldn’t even describe it.
She must’ve relaxed because Brock said, “Good girl,” and
Lachlan
went back to playing with her clit. The tiny nub throbbed with the attention, sending heated spirals of excitement all through her body even as the sting in her ass intensified.
Lachlan
added another finger to her ass, and she cried out in excited terror. Brock ran his fingers over her head and face, soothing her as the burn suddenly intensified and sent scalding heat to her clit.
She cried out again as the unexpected orgasm swept through her. Every nerve ending pulsed, throbbing and heating everything it touched. She barely registered the head of Lachlan’s cock pushing into her until he was halfway in
Brock lifted her face up. “Okay, baby girl?” he asked.
She nodded and tried to smile, but then
Lachlan
pushed the rest of the way in, and she found herself shaking on the ragged edge of arousal once more. Brock watched her closely as his brother fucked her ass. He must’ve found what he sought because he tangled his fingers in her hair and guided his cock back into her mouth.
Together, they fucked her. Brock in her mouth,
Lachlan
in her virgin ass. Over and over, each stroke in and out pushing her need higher. She struggled against their hold, desperate for fulfillment even as her desire spiraled much tighter. Both of them began plunging into her, taking her harder, taking her faster, their rhythm lost, their movements chaotic.
And then she exploded into ecstasy. Bright, sparkling lights flashed behind her eyelids as her body pulsed with liquid fire. Both men fucked her harder as she shook between them. They both cried out their climaxes at the same time, and she struggled to swallow Brock’s seed as Lachlan’s cock swelled and pulsed in her ass.
Finally, completely, utterly exhausted, she collapsed against the bed, resting her head in Brock’s lap with her ass still in the air. She didn’t even want to think of how truly fucked she probably looked and really didn’t believe she’d ever move again. Tiredly, she smiled at the silly thought. She was head down, ass up, and she couldn’t be happier.
* * * *
“Because she’s different!” Ty’s angry voice reached her even through the closed door.
Ty and Ryan had spent the two weeks at an observation post several kilometers west of the main station, and she’d missed them both terribly, but since getting back three weeks ago, they’d managed to avoid spending any alone time with her. They came to the dining room for meals, talked, laughed, joked, teased their brothers, and even flirted with her, but they didn’t make any move to take her into their bed.
Mikayla hesitated a moment before entering, wondering if they were speaking about her but unwilling to eavesdrop on their private conversation. And besides, it was quite possible the “she” they referred to was one of the wild animals they’d been studying and not the only woman in their midst.
“Who’s different?” she asked brightly as she walked through the door.
Ty startled and glanced guiltily in her direction. Well, that answered the question of who they were talking about. Now she just wanted to know why. She turned to Ryan and lifted an inquiring eyebrow in the hopes that he would spill the beans.
He did.
“Ty was just explaining all the reasons why the three of us—that’s you, me, and Ty—shouldn’t have some fun while you’re here.”
“Oh?” she asked, turning to Ty and sincerely hoping that this wasn’t as bad as it sounded. “How am I different?”
Ty looked startled by her question, and he turned his frustrated gaze to his brother. Ryan chuckled and walked up behind her to wrap his arms around her middle. She relaxed back against his warm chest as he rested his chin on top of her head. When it seemed Ty was unwilling—or maybe unable—to explain, Ryan spoke up.
“Different as in you seem to be getting along well with four of our brothers.”
“I am,” she said as uncertainty pulsed through her. “But I don’t understand what that has to do with it. I mean”—she swallowed hard before she voiced the lie—“we’re just having fun. It’s not like we’re involved or anything.”
“See,” Ryan said happily, his chin bouncing against her head, “just fun. No reason why the three of us can’t have a little fun, either.”
She nodded as best she could with Ryan’s chin on her head but couldn’t escape Ty’s intense gaze. If she had to guess, she’d say Ty didn’t believe her words any more than she did. The trouble was that she was already emotionally attached to the idea of belonging with all of the brothers, making a home here. Even if she’d only slept with Matt, John, Brock, and
Lachlan
, a big part of her wanted to belong to all of these men.
She tried to hide her turmoil from Ty but feared he could see right through her. The look on his face suggested he probably did.
Damn, she really had to control her emotions better.
She had a year here with them—a year to live a fantasy—and then she would walk away, head held high, dignity intact. She would have the rest of her lonely lifetime to hug the memories close to her heart.
“What’s the matter, Ty?” she asked in a husky voice, deliberately lowering the pitch in an effort to sound sexy. “Don’t you want me?”
He looked so surprised that she almost regretted the question. A quick glance down made it very clear that at least a
part
of him wanted her.
She smiled tremulously, suddenly feeling very guilty for her tactics. Ty was trying to protect her, trying to leave the way open for his brothers to build a relationship with her. Yet she knew a permanent relationship with them was unlikely. She wanted them all and, as weird as it sounded considering she was talking about seven men, building a relationship with two or three of them felt dishonest. She wanted the fantasy, and since it didn’t quite work like that in the real world, she’d pretend while she could and then move on before anyone got hurt.