Chapter 4 - Indecent offers

*MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD*

REBECCA'S POV

I only smirked, biting my lips when he spread my ass cheeks. Gosh, before dinner all I was looking forward to was Al and I adding deeds to words in my room, but then we sat at the table and there was Will practically eye-fucking me ... I felt hot all over again and couldn't really resist, so that when he hinted behind me, towards his bedroom, I guess, I picked up the chance and claimed I'd take a shower, knowing he'd follow me because he knew I'd already taken one before dinner, so that was a signal.

The nickname he used for me had my insides churn, I swear. I mean, how many girls can claim a guy called them Aphrodite? I've been enough in school to know she was the Greek goddess of love and beauty, and having a guy call you that means he thinks you're really hot ... well, he said that, didn't he? When I asked why the nickname, he only responded "because you're as hot as a freaking goddess". My ... that feels hot, doesn't it?

I yelped, pushing my butt back, when I felt his tongue slide between my lips. Will licked my whole core, from the bottom up to my clit, with the flat part of his tongue, making me feel it all and moan loudly already. I guess that, if this is the pace, Byron and Al are gonna hear pretty much everything.

Will repeated his move a few times, seeing to follow my inner and outer labia on one side by the tip of his tongue. I could feel every detail of his actions, as if it were in slow motion.

He spread my labia with his hands and sucked on each of my inner lips, only to then kiss the outer ones while his fingers tickled my labia. I was already gripping onto the wall for dear life, believe me. He went on like that for a while, and I kept moaning like a fool, wiggling my butt against his face, to feel more and more. My core was so slick already that it was fairly easy for him to lick me like freaking ice cream.

I moaned louder, gripping the tap and incidentally switching on the shower, when Will slipped his tongue inside my needy core, I don't know how the hell was he able to do that, but that small thing felt so hard that it was as if he were fucking me with his big shaft other than with his tongue. His hands dug in my ass cheeks as he thrust his tongue in and out of me, so hard that I was already quivering, my orgasm building up at mad speed.

Gosh, and I thought he couldn't get any better than the first time. Seriously, you'd never think he's able to do such things, with his nerdy look he fools you, making you believe he's not one to dare, and yet ... I screamed loud when his finger slipped into my butthole, and I felt so hot that the water pouring on my back was evaporating, or at least I felt like it was.

Gosh, I was on cloud nine, my insides clenched so violently that the orgasm flooded out, and I could hear him moan as he probably caught all my juices in his mouth. That was awesome.

But he wasn't done, no, no ... Will barely gave me a moment to catch my breath, then he slipped his finger and tongue out of me and cupped my clit with his mouth, humming as his tongue darted in and out again while he literally ate me out, seeing as he was actually sort of cleaning me up ... making it worse, because that way, another orgasm was building up, and he obviously knew that, because I could feel his smirk against my skin. The jerkface. He enjoys playing wicked, doesn't he?

I don't know how many times I came, I just know that after the third one I lost count, neither do I know how long did he went on like that, I just know that at some point I was barely breathing, also due to the steam of the water pouring on my back, I was holding onto the tap for dear life, when I screamed loudly ... why?

Eh, because Mr. Wicked impaled me with his hard shaft, and I felt like he could reach even my stomach with how deep he was, and to prove me that, as he started thrusting, he lifted my leg and half spun me around, making me face him even while being turned sideways, then he grabbed my hand, kind of making me lose balance for a moment, but he held me steady, and he brought my hand to my lower stomach, just above my sporadic pubic hair, to make me concretely feel how deep he was into my womb. Kinda like 'hey, I'm that big, babe, yes'.

A little conceited for a thing, but it got only hot as he held my hand there, thrusting deeply into me, making me feel every movement of his manhood inside me, literally. Because my hand was there, feeling his hard shaft filling me up entirely. That was freaking hot.

Because my breathing was getting too uneven, and not because of what we were doing, Will stretched a hand and switched off the shower tap, moving me so that I was more bent over and my arms were hooked to the shower tube, for balance, which was due, considering how he gripped my ass cheeks and, pulling out once, slammed himself inside me completely, making me even whimper in pain a little. I guess that when he said he was gonna fuck the hell out of me, he was serious.

I didn't even care if I moaned so loud that our roommates or even the whole freaking neighborhood heard me, I couldn't care less if my moans pleased him, the way Will was fucking me, I think I was seeing freaking Heaven.

Orgasms came one after another, till I was so weak that I lost balance a little, but, chuckling, he held me up, not thrusting, but neither pulling out, only moving me to press me against the wall, the contact of my hot body with the cool material making me shudder a little, but I was warmed from his body on my back as well.

Will pulled my legs apart with his foot, sticking only my butt out, the rest of my body completely pressed against the cold wall, and I thought he was done surprising me, but he once more took me off guard as he pulled my arms back and twisted them so that they were blocked on my back, him gripping them tightly.

Let me guess ... he's the kind of man that enjoys being dominant. I would have never guessed. Then again, it's always that sexy nerd look that fools you.

Will held my arms back as he fucked me roughly, which means that my head was pressed against the wall while my butt stuck out to his pleasure, a pleasure we shared, a pleasure he enhanced by letting one of his hands move and come down to spank my ass cheek, not even that lightly, which only caused me to moan more delightedly as my juices dripped down my thighs while I came for the umpteenth time.

Jesus Christ, this guy's gonna be the death of me. Can a woman die of too many orgasms? If so, that'll be my case. The one million dollar question though is ... can he pass himself after this? I don't think so. Then again, he always sees to surprise me.

Will let his hand come down to spank my ass a few times, the sting growing but getting only hotter every time, and I presume my left ass cheek was reddening, because he moved to the other, seeing to make it as much crimson as the other was by spanking me not that gently. Who knew I could enjoy such things.

By the time Will quit spanking me, and dug his hands in my hips again, my core was sore already, given how hard he'd been on me, but hell, even while deep down part of me was begging him to stop, I couldn't make myself voice it. Hell, I was loving it too much to stop. Besides, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't see the end of his cocky grin if I admitted he wore me out.

He lifted my leg again, but this time only slightly, just enough to let me place it on the corner of the shower, which served as small step, that way my legs were completely spread out for him and he could dig as deep and hard as he felt like, which he didn't hesitate to do, making me whimper as he brought his hand to my swollen clit, rubbing it as much furiously, setting off my nth orgasm, and because he didn't quit digging, I had to bite my lips because I felt more than a bit of pain along with pleasure, but never enough to make me stop. Damn him.

When he lowered my leg again, he bent me over enough for me have to bend my knees a little too, seeing as I'm not exactly that fit to be able to touch my toes without blinking, and closed my legs, thrusting harder and harder, as much as that time on the couch, but with something added to it, don't even know what.

Abruptly, he quit digging, making me whimper in pain, because, damn, I was a mere inch away from another core-ripping orgasm! And he felt that, because he chuckled as he moved me from the wall. The jerkface. Wasn't he that good at what he does, I would have already left him there hanging. But, unfortunately, he's a freaking sex god that's made me come more than five times already, and I was close to passing out, damnit.

Will lay down, lucky thing the shower is enough big for him to be able to do that, even if he couldn't truly lay, but mostly sit up against the wall, a little slumped, but comfortable, then he brought me down to straddle him, which had me smirk, knowing what he wanted before he even asked, but the jerkface had the guts to wonder out loud nevertheless: "I know I've worn you out already, Aphrodite, but care to at least try to ride me?"

Where does he take his cheekiness? Byron says his friend is a calm soul, now all of a sudden he's a cheeky ass I'd gladly slap ... weren't he that freaking good at sex. I wonder why didn't I wait for Al to reach me in my room, instead of picking Mr. Dumbass here. Ah, right, I've been craving to feel him pound into me again since over a week. Jerkface or not, he's freaking awesome at what he does.

I didn't reply, only moved slowly, so that I could catch my breaths a little and give him the best ride of his life. I'd barely started bouncing up and down on him that he was already reaching for my boobs, but I slapped his hands off, smirking impishly when he pouted, but that cost me, because he stuck his middle finger into my butthole, making me slightly uncomfortable because of the position, but I adjusted to it, so that, from punishment, it became hot ride. He just has no idea who he's dealing with.

I dosed my speed enough to be able to still ride him but also catch my breaths and regain enough energy to blow his mind away, but ... apparently, Mr. Dark and Stormy isn't a really patient man, because soon enough he gripped my ass cheeks, his middle finger still in my butthole, and pushed me onto him harder and faster, till I was left with no other chance but to lean my hands on his shoulders and moan wildly as he thrust into me from beneath me, smirking elatedly as he met my eyes.

That jerkface. He thinks he can treat me like whatever bimbo. But he's dead wrong. Maybe this session is to his favor, but the next one won't be the same. I am a very determined girl, believe me.

Either way, I enjoyed his hard thrusts for more than a while, leaning my hands on the wall behind him when he slid down, so that I gave him space to take one of my boobs in his mouth and suck on my nipple as he kept digging, though I kind of helped too, but not that much ... I was sort of resting for the chance I might blow him away later.

In fact, once I'd regained some strength, I bent down, leaning my hands at the sides of his head, and smirked, which had him quit thrusting, so that I took the chance to work it my way, slow but deep, barely bending down enough for him to cup my boob in his mouth, but only for a moment, and when he finally caught it, I pulled back, leaning on his thighs to bounce up and down. I shot my head back, letting myself go to the marvelous feeling of his hard shaft deep inside me.

I sort of yelped when he reached for my boobs and squeezed them in his hands as I rode him, moaning wildly, as barely have I ever, can't deny it, but in the end, Mr. Always In Control slipped back into his dominant boots and pulled up, making me consequently lay down, his hands at my sides as he held himself up with the help of his arms, but that was soon changed, because he then pulled up my legs, spreading them completely and pressing them against me while he thrust hard and deep.

Our eyes met, and he gave me a mischievous smirk, clear sign he was up to something more, while I was already exhausted but didn't want him to know, even though it was pretty clear just by the look on my face.

Will bent down, enough for his face to come only a mere inch away from mine, and while moaning wildly at his hard thrusts, I realized that, as a matter of fact, aside from that first kiss before screwing, last week, we've never truly kissed. I mean, while going at it last week, his lips never touched mine, and neither they have this time.

I guess it's just not a priority, considering this is only sex. And it's fair. For how weird that sounds, kisses are more intimate than sex, it's better to kiss only someone you really like and want in your life. Not that jerkface you're screwing only because he's freaking good at sex.

Hence, I tore my gaze from his blue eyes and craned my neck, for my lips to reach his neck and nibble on it, so that he lost a bit of control as he moaned and fell down on me, holding himself up enough not to crush me, but I didn't cease my nibbling, not yet ...

I only did when I realized he was liking it too much. A bit wicked, yes. Will thrust harder and deeper – if that was even possible – but, bent down enough to mumble huskily in my ear: "Do it again."

I chuckled, maybe a little scoffing, as I asked what, and he brought his hands around my shoulders, kind of embracing me, for who knows what reason, even while being still only sexual. "That ... thing. Do it again." He half groaned.

I smirked, reaching down to his ass cheeks, only to accompany his movements as he fucked me better than I've ever been fucked in my whole life, for how limited my sexual experience is. Mostly to reward him, I wetted my lips and reached for his neck again, making him moan wildly as I bit down. That was hot. His moans in my ear, I mean.

I rubbed his ass cheeks as he dug deeper and harder, till I was one mere inch away from truly passing out, but, lucky for my pride, he didn't give me time to reach another orgasm, because he grunted and pulled up, making me whimper as he pulled out abruptly, but the slight pain was quickly forgotten as I watched him frantically stroke his manhood up and down, I guess ready to come.

I licked my lips in delight when I felt the sticky juice being spurted on my stomach ... quite a load of semen too. I kinda wanted to clean him up, but Will leaped to his feet, and quickly got out of the shower, muttering about how I scream like a cat in heat when I'm coming, which should have angered me, but I was too tired to think of how much of an ass he is.

Fuck, he's a jerk for crying out loud, but hey, that jerk's made me come ... how many times already?

"Oh, and ... for the record, it was eight, hun. You came eight times. Ten if we count the ones before the actual deed." Will informed me as he popped his head at the shower door while I was still laying on the ground, a very proud smirk splattered on his jerk face. Physically impossible to reach that many orgasms without passing out,but apparently he made me.

"You're very welcome." He winked at me, then left.

I smirked. That damn asshole. He played me again. But damn, was it worth it. Next time it'll be my turn to play, though ...1

***

I'd been laying on bed on my side for half an hour at least, after I showered for real, unable to wipe the smirk off my face at the thought of what I can easily count as the best fuck I've ever had. Jerkface was already off to work when I came out of the bathroom, but he was in time to smirk and wink at me, silently telling me he enjoyed our moment as well.

I bypassed Byron's reprimanding look and went straight to my bedroom, feeling awfully tired, but then, here I've been for half an hour, unable to sleep.

I heard a soft knock on my door, and I figured it was Al, coming to claim what I promised, but I guess he'll be disappointed, because really, for how worn out I am, I'm not in the mood for any other round. I responded with a low "come in", and the room lit up immediately as the door opened, then it plunged back into darkness.

I felt the bed shift and a warm body come to lay behind me. For a moment I let myself linger in the reminiscence of past times, when my sweet boyfriend did that after coming late from work, when he'd come straight to my room, without even having eaten, and came to spoon me.

At first I'd be startled or asleep, but then I started waiting for him. He wouldn't even knock. The door was always locked from the inside, to avoid me unwanted visits from his father or uncle, but Tom obviously had the key.

However, sadly, this wasn't my love.

"I know you're not in the mood, but I thought I'd swing by anyways."

I smirked, wiping off the lonely tear I'd shed at the thought of who I lost, and snuggled back into Al. "You thought you'd gain a little job at least, didn't you?" I scoffed.

He smirked, moving my hair back to lean his chin on my shoulder while his arms snaked around me, almost tenderly ... key word being almost. "If our friend there hadn't been selfish, I would have been the lucky one. Don't I deserve a reward for being patient?" Al mused, his lips trailing small kisses on my neck, making me feel Goosebumps, but I only smirked.

"Tell me, have you guys decided I'm your alternative when you're on short?" I asked, pretending to be offended. I don't really care, to be honest, I find myself horny as heck more and more often lately,so if I have three hot guys ready to satisfy me whenever I need,who cares about appropriateness?

Al laughed, shaking his head, which I knew because I could feel him nuzzling the back of my neck. "No, babe, we've decided you might be the queen of our bed someday."

I frowned, confused, and turned my whole body to him, not blinking when he held me close, our bodies growing closer to each other. Al grazed my neck, smirking, which I could see because, now I noticed, he'd switched on the lamp on my nightstand. I can't deny his green eyes looked different at the light of the lamp. More mesmerizing. And his face got a weird charm, I mean, not the usual kind due to his good looks, something different but equally attractive, if not even more.

"You see, the boys and I have this ... deep bond, and now and then we bring ... guests into it." I arched an eyebrow as he said that, but I was kind of getting where he was going with his words. Must be because my mind is all but clean.

I let him continue, though, curious to know if I was right, and indeed I was, because Al came closer, leaning in, and captured my lips in his, sensually and slowly, kind of leaving me breathless for a moment, then he pulled back to look at my face, and grinned.

"We like to pick a special girl and make her queen of the bed we share for one night, giving her everything she desires and beyond." Al said softly, playing with my earlobe. His touch was light and distracting, but it didn't fool me.

I didn't pull back from it, but I did snort as I scoffed: "You mean you guys share girls on a regular basis." And I thought Will was the lonely type.

Al's grin widened, but he didn't cease his little game, the back of his hand skimming over my skin, from my cheek to my shoulder blades, impishly stopping at the hem of my tank top, just above my cleavage, almost going enough down for him to touch the crevasse between my boobs, but he didn't dare.

"I mean we take a girl, and make her feel what it's like to be queen for one night." He leaned in, pecking my lips, his hand on my cheek. "I mean you could be the center of our world for one night ... maybe more."

I wasn't really scandalized, but I did play like I was, furrowing my eyebrows together as I pulled back from his touch, snorting: "So I should be the doll you guys play with?"

Al inhaled deeply, I thought not knowing how to reply, but instead he pushed me on my back and cupped my cheeks, his deep green eyes staring straight into mine, looking as serious as ever. "You're no doll to us, Rebecca." He stated, his eyes mesmerizing. "You've been here for two weeks, you're one of us."

"Then why –" He cut me off with a deep kiss. Too bad it lasted barely a few moments, then he went back to staring into my eyes, once more mesmerizing me just with his greens.

"Because all three of us crave to love your body, babe." He pulled back, but only to hold himself up with his arms, hovering over me, even touching my body with his, but not laying his weight on me. I gasped when he trailed kisses from my neck to my cleavage, nibbling slightly, sensually enough to take my breath away, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because all three of us crave to make of you our queen."

I knew he was only playing me in order to get what he wanted, and I was pretty sure the other two sent him because he's the sneakiest one, but ... I didn't really feel like refusing either. "Won't it be ... awkward?" I asked without thinking.

Al smirked, coming back up for his face to be a mere inch away from mine, and I swear, his green eyes glowed as he spoke softly and sexily: "There's nothing awkward about us taking care of our queen, babe." He pecked my lips. "It'll be an enhancement to our bond."

I was waiting for the moment when he'd point out that I've already fucked Will, why would I do the precious with the other two, but Al didn't mention that, he only mesmerized me with his green eyes that I was starting to think were hypnotizing of their own. He grazed my cheek, his hand once more travelling down, but this time descending for real, brushing my breasts and reaching my stomach, sensually and slowly, as much as it would make me feel Goosebumps.

"Think about it." He said as he bent down, softly raising my tank top to uncover my stomach. "You'd have all three of us all to yourself." He went on, making me shudder lightly as he placed gentle kisses on my stomach. "Only focused on loving your body." He trailed kisses down, reaching my navel and then the hem of my shorts. "All night long." He concluded, not moving, so that his hot breath hit my most sensitive part, for how much it was covered by the stuff of my shorts.

There was nothing I could do tonight, my core felt too sore, but I couldn't help digging my hands in his hair as he trailed kisses over my thighs, going dangerously close to the hem of my shorts, but never touching them.

"Why...why would I say yes?" I asked, unable to retain myself, kind of wondering if it'd be that bad of an idea. After all, you only live once, right? And when would I find other three guys craving, as Al says, to love my body, to make of me their queen for one night?

Al smirked, coming up again and pecking my lips. "Because you know we'd give you everything and beyond."

I inhaled deeply. "I barely know you guys." But I've already fucked one of them. Twice. And I'm having this ... not at all innocent moment with another.

Al chuckled, shaking his head. "Was that ever relevant?"

I smirked. I wonder how comes Byron agrees. Weren't we just friends? It's true that with that girl he went out it didn't work, and he really liked her, so he might want something different, but wasn't I only a friend?

Duh, why am I even wondering this? Hell, why shouldn't I say yes? Give me one reason not to say yes. It's three godly looking guys wanting to 'love my body' for one night. What's there not to like?

Smirking, I nodded against Al's forehead, grinning when his green eyes slightly widened, probably surprised at my response. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him deeply before replying against his mouth: "Fine then. I'll be your queen for one night." And what awesome for a night it'll be ...