Page 47 of Nailing Studs
Logan obeyed instantly, slowing and taking his time, enjoying when I sucked in my cheeks and took him into my throat. I was loving how aware Dom was, even in the thralls of fucking me, and I was loving how responsive Logan was to the direction given him. I opened my eyes with Logan’s cock up to the hilt in my mouth and saw Taylor watching us, his eyes narrowed and dark and his cock huge and straining in his hand.
Logan brought his hand to the back of my head and stroked my hair a few times as I held my lips tightly around him. Sucking, flicking my tongue, then wrapping my lips around him again just as Taylor had done with my clit.
“How is she at giving head, Logan?” Taylor asked.
“Fucking amazing, I gotta say,” Logan groaned.
As if to drive his point further, I took him up to the hilt, watching as his face contorted with pleasure. I felt a little buzz of satisfaction inside me, knowing I was pleasing them, that I was pleasing all of them in some way, even Taylor who loved what he was watching. Dom began to pick up the pace, going harder, and my pussy tightened around his dick. I was already getting close to coming again. I’d never come twice in such short succession before, but then again I’d never been with so many amazing men before, either.
Taylor slid a hand across the bed and reached for me, finding his way between my legs. He pressed his fingers lightly against my clit and began to stroke me. I tried to take it all in, but there was so much—Logan’s dick in my mouth, Dom fucking my pussy, Taylor’s hand on my clit. Finally, my brain switched off and I allowed myself to get lost in the sensations, the growing feeling between my legs, the way it seemed to echo out over my body. I looked at Taylor, and the smile that had curled up on his face was all I needed to push me over the edge.
I didn’t make a sound as I came, my mouth too full for that, but I didn’t need to—they all knew. I flopped forward a little, my muscles giving out, and Dom had to hold me up at one end while Logan caught one of my hands and held me from the other.
All of them, the feel of them, the way they all wanted me and wouldn’t hold back—I couldn’t think of anything in the world better than that.
My pussy clenched around Dom’s dick and I felt him twitch inside of me, and then moments later he came too, thrusting up to the hilt and filling me up. He growled as he came, same way Taylor had, and I wondered if they knew how similar they sounded.
Taylor withdrew his fingers from my clit and ran them over the rest of my body—my tits, my waist, my back—as Dom slid down on the bed next to me and raked his fingers through my hair a few times. It would have been almost tender if I hadn’t had their friend’s cock in my mouth. Screw that—it was tender.
Logan began to thrust again, taking back control, becoming the more dominant version of him I’d had in my mind for a week. After a few moments, he tipped his head back, gritted his teeth, and I looked up at him as he came.
“Swallow,” Taylor ordered. There was an edge to his voice. I glanced at Dom, who was watching me intently. He gave me a look that let me know he’d stop all this if I needed. I knew I could pull back at any moment, that orders from any of them were actual suggestions, but I didn’t want to pull back. I wanted to keep playing the game. Genial Taylor was exploring his dominant side, and I loved that.
When I glanced over at Taylor, I could see that he was close to coming too, his cock so full and hard coming out of his unzipped pants, his hand squeezing tight around his shaft. Dom snagged the T-shirt I’d been wearing earlier and handed it to Taylor. I guessed Taylor’s demand was what he wanted to get him there. I sealed my lips around Logan’s cock and let him finish in my mouth, delighted by the desperate way he panted as he climaxed. I flicked my tongue over my bottom lip when I was done and glanced over at Taylor to see him with his head tipped back and his cock finally releasing as he watched me swallow Logan’s load.
And with that, we were all done. Taylor cleaned up using my old T-shirt and Dom ran his fingers over my face, touching my cheek and lips, as I tried to hold myself together. Logan sighed and pulled away, zipping up his pants. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling, finally letting my arms buckle out from beneath me as I fell forward on to the bed. My brain started to click back into reality.
“Holy hell,” I muttered. Had this really just happened?
“Holy hell is right.” Dom grinned, lying on his back next to me, quickly disposing of the condom in a trashcan next to my bed.
Taylor did up his jeans and Logan did the same. I looked up at him, still able to taste his cock in my mouth, how good it had felt, how full.
“Um…” I sat up and ran my hands through Dom’s hair. I could still feel how his cock had stretched my pussy, how Taylor’s words seemed to cut through me like some kind of hypnosis. But now that the moment had passed and my brain had cleared, I couldn’t believe that I’d allowed that to happen in the first place. Shades of the former Kayla came out to admonish me, trying to make me feel like a slut.
“I should probably get some work done,” I muttered, gesturing toward my laptop. And just like that, I put distance between myself and the men who’d just made me feel loved and wanted.
Not surprisingly, they seemed a little taken aback by my reaction. But what had they expected? I had never done something like this before in my life, and I needed time to think about it. To process it. To figure out where in the hell I went from here.
I looked down at my bare legs and pulled the covers over them quickly, feeling exposed and on display.
“Kayla…” Dom began reaching for me, but I shook my head.
“Please, that was wonderful. I’m just overwhelmed. Can you give me some time? Please?”
“You got it, babe,” Dom said quietly.
They all exchanged looks as they rolled off the bed, Dom the most reluctant to leave. I gave them all gentle smiles so they would see that I wasn’t mad at them. This was mostly a “me” problem, and I needed the space.
When they were out of the room, I hugged my arms around my knees and stared at the funny shapes left on the old-fashioned bedspread. My head slumped forward onto my legs, and I let out a long breath.
Had I lied to myself? Had I not been ready? Because what the fuck had I just done? And how the fuck was it going to affect my future?
17
Kayla
Two days had passed since the four of us had hooked up, and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it for a minute since. Taylor. Dominic. Logan. The men invaded even my dreams. And like a true chicken, I’d avoided them. Avoidance hadn’t been easy, since Dom and Taylor were still working on the house, but with their focus on the living room, far from the kitchen and my upstairs bedroom, I’d been able to avoid them almost entirely. Apparently Logan had some big commercial development deal he was finishing up, so avoiding him was easier. Still, I was a chicken, for sure. A lonely chicken who missed her roosters and didn’t know what to do about it.