DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE HUGE HOUSE HATES: Chapter 18
I’ve never been in a situation when I want something so badly but know that it’s crazy at the same time. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be kissing Tobias while reaching for Mark. So much logic that should tell me allowing River’s hands to slide up my ribs and over my lacy bra is something I should stop. When Danny begins to unbutton my jeans, my hands should snap down to stop him, but they don’t. They’re too busy exploring Tobias’s muscular chest and trailing over Alden’s rounded shoulder.
Oh God! My mind is whispering that these are Carlton men and Carlton men can’t be trusted, but my heart is telling me that they’re good and kind, and my body is screaming to find out if they’re as sexy without clothes as they are fully dressed.
The memory of how Danny and Tobias looked with that girl between them flickers through my mind, and I want to know how it feels to be enveloped by them. I want them all.
“Take this off,” Tobias practically growls, tugging at my shirt.
“You take it off,” I respond, not expecting him to almost tear it from my body the way he does. River’s fingers are the ones that unfasten my bra as Danny drags my jeans over my thighs and to my ankles so that I can step out of them.
There’s a frenzied urgency to all our movements now. A buzzing craziness that won’t allow any interruption or consideration of why we should stop.
“Fuck,” Mark mutters, his eyes fierce with want as he takes in my curves. I know he’s seen most of my body in the kitchen when I was engaged in taunting them and pranking them. When all I cared about was making them pay for everything bad that had happened in my life before.
That all seems so long ago.
It all feels so petty now I’ve gotten to see the real men that they are, and I understand just how different they are from my first perceptions.
“My room, now,” Alden orders, and without hesitation, Tobias hauls me against his body, spreading my legs around his waist so that he can stride toward the stairs. No one seems to worry that Mrs. Henderson or Ross will find our hastily strewn clothes all over the floor in the entryway. Both have probably dealt with worse over the years. The thought doesn’t make me jealous. I am strangely happy that my stepbrothers have accrued enough experience to drive me this crazy.
And drive me crazy they do. I’m lost in sensation as soon as my back hits the soft comforter on Alden’s bed. Tobias licks up my ribcage, mouthing hot kisses below my breasts, and even hotter, sucks to my nipples. Danny’s lips find mine for a searing deep kiss that has my toes curling. Fingers rub my clit, and other fingers stroke through my wetness, sliding deep and pumping hard enough to make me grunt. My hand is clasped around a thick heavy cock, and I move to stimulate it, not caring who is searching for pleasure.
Is this what Maggie feels like when she’s with her men? So overwhelmed with the experience that it becomes impossible to focus on who is where and who is doing what? Five men become one, focused on my body and my pleasure. No wonder she’s always so content.
I never imagined it could be this way.
In my wildest dreams, I could not have envisioned a day when the Carlton brothers would have been anything other than my enemies.
Five brothers would usually struggle to agree on pizza toppings, let alone a single woman to share. But these men are laser-focused on what they want. Even when faced with my denial, they weren’t dissuaded. In fact, the more I protested, the more they showed me how much they wanted this.
Fingers are replaced by Tobias’s tongue, and I arch my spine, pressing my pussy against his mouth, spreading my legs wider so he can give me everything he’s got, and he does. Oh, he does. Danny’s mouth latches onto my right breast and Alden’s to my left, and together, they suck in an alternating rhythm that makes me feel crazy.
“Shit,” River grunts, moving to kneel closer to my head. He trails his fingers over my lips, and when I open my mouth to taste him, he slides three fingers across my tongue, slowly, slowly, holding my gaze with his ethereal gray eyes. “See how good you can take it,” he murmurs.
I nod, knowing he’s testing, feeling the thrill when he fists his cock and brings it close enough to my mouth that I can lick the tip.
He tastes salty-sweet, of sin and sunshine, and I’m hungry for the submission it will take to let him bury his huge, thick cock in my throat while his brothers watch.
I’ve never done anything this crazy before. My last sexual experience was with a man I dated for six months before he left to travel the world and decided that world travel was for someone without my financial worries. Travis wasn’t exactly dynamite in bed either. If he could see me now, he’d blow a blood vessel.
The first slide of River’s cock into my mouth is slow and tentative. He looms over me with his hand resting over my throat and his bottom lip held in by his perfect white teeth. He looks like an avenging angel, with rippling muscles and fierce heavenly eyes. I can’t take him deeply, from this angle, but that doesn’t stop him from closing his eyes as the pleasure builds.
I close mine, too, because Tobias is twisting his fingers inside me, grazing the bundle of nerves that sets me off like an exploding rocket. I rock against his mouth, milking every wave of pleasure, the tiny fragments of me drifting back down to earth to reform into someone different.
I’m not the Cora I was this morning. I’m a different woman entirely.
“Fuck,” Tobias mutters, kissing my thigh and slicking the skin there with my arousal that coats his lips.
I roll to twist onto my hands and knees, focusing on taking River deep, then deeper. Behind me, hands roam my ass and explore the swollen slickness between my legs. I hear the tear of a foil packet, and I know what’s coming, but I don’t stop to watch who’s sheathing their cock.
It doesn’t matter to me who will be the first to bury themselves inside me because I know that before the day is out, they would have all taken a turn, or more.
The first press at my already slick entrance is accompanied by firm fingers gripping the flesh of my hips. Another hand rests on the small of my back, angling my ass up, making the slow moment of spreading penetration even more exquisite. When I pause, staring up at River with my mouth full, I see he’s watching what his brother is doing to me. I wish I had his vantage point, and I realize how much of this experience will be about the visual side of things for these men.
There’s a real risk of feeling vulnerable or exploited in a situation like this, but I don’t. Warm hands stroke my curves, and someone gathers my hair into their fist so that I can suck River without any obstacle. As whoever is behind me starts to move in earnest, I can barely think to coordinate my movements. I become lost in the push and pull, the thrusting and the withdrawing.
My body becomes a vessel for the enjoyment of others.
My clit hums as the folds of my labia are stretched tight, flared around a cock that’s so big I feel as though it could turn me inside out. I whimper when a hand comes down and surprisingly slaps my ass.
The vibration must be too much for River because he pulls out from between my lips with a pinched expression.
When he slumps back onto his haunches, Mark takes his place.
“Are you okay, pretty girl?” he asks, stroking my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip. His blue-green eyes are dark as a forest at twilight; the tattoos that grace his chest and wrap around his right bicep like a tangle of vines up his taut body. Where River is an avenging angel, Mark is a force of nature, his physique crafted by his dedication and precision.
Nodding, I moisten my lips with a quick flick of my tongue, and those forest eyes darken even more. Even so, he’s not quick to push forward. Instead, I take the root of his cock into my palm and then slide him deep into my mouth. His accompanying hiss is the most uncontrolled sound I’ve ever heard Mark make, as though my desire to blow him has unbuttoned the metaphorical collar of his dress shirt and robbed him of his impeccable restraint. I only get to devour him this way for a few more moments before someone tugs on my hair, and Mark’s cock slips from my lips with a pop.
I find myself pulled upright until my back is pressed against a warm muscular chest. A strong hand rests over my throat and another over my breast. Lips find my ear, teasing before whispering, “I wanted to make sure you knew who was fucking you, princess.”
Tobias.
The youngest goes first. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. All his brothers are used to deferring to him in the way that older siblings do. His big body feels so powerful against my back, hips rolling, working me into a frenzy.
Displayed like this, I have a chance to take in the other men around me, all holding their cocks as though they’re halfway to coming and desperate to hold on long enough for their turn.
“Lick her,” Tobias orders, as though he’s used to being the one in charge of sexual proceedings. I guess he’s had experiences that I can’t even fathom, especially for someone younger than me.
Danny bends at the waist, dipping his head to run his tongue over my clit, and I jolt at the sharpness of the pleasure, my pussy spasming around Tobias.
“That’s it,” Tobias whispers in my ear. “You like that, don’t you? A cock in your pussy and a tongue on your clit. I bet you can come like this with just a few more twitches of my brother’s clever mouth.”
“Don’t stop.” I shudder, desperate to come again, even though it should be impossible.
“He won’t,” Tobias says, increasing the speed of his thrusts, clinging to me as though he’s worried that I’m going to crumble with the sensation. And he’s right to worry because as Danny teases my impossibly swollen clit, I come like a river bursting its banks, and then my knees give out.