Landon and Tucker licked at Dane’s cock as he kissed her mouth.
Leaning back, Tucker knew he never wanted to see her diet down to some stick figure.
He cupped her hips and squeezed. “You’re perfect.”
“You three are. I’ve never had ice cream like that before, but I do like three men more than a sugar rush.” She smiled.
Landon gave her one last kiss before backing up. He got up and kissed Dane. Ang stood with shaky legs, and Tucker held her as he got to his feet. She was sticky, and he was soaked, but Tucker wanted to make sure she helped clean up since she’d gotten her fantasy just now.
“Landon and Dane, go shower off and then I believe it’s Dane’s turn to make dinner.
We’ll clean up this mess on the table and floor then wash up.”
* * * *
Ang woke between Dane and Tucker. Landon was behind Dane in a cute spoon position.
When she moved, she found her back aching. Not from all the great sex but from getting down and cleaning the floor. Tucker seemed to love putting her to work. If she could move in permanently, she’d hire a maid, but that would mean they couldn’t screw around naked whenever the maid was there—a flaw in her logic.
But it didn’t matter. She couldn’t live here. Ang knew it was only a matter of time before her parents found out she’d been staying. They had their own lives and didn’t pop by her house for no reason. As long as she showed up to the charity meetings and work on time, it shouldn’t be a problem.
Maybe this could work? No! People would talk eventually.
When she found a better position, her back stopped aching. As much fun as the coffee table had been, it hadn’t exactly been comfortable. Sex in a bed wasn’t too much to ask.
Rolling onto Tucker, she kissed him and slid over to use the washroom. When she returned, the men each took turns freshening up. She loved seeing their naked bodies so casually displayed.
“What should we do today?” Tucker asked.
“Fuck me in a bed.” She didn’t care if she got a real spanking as long as all her needs were satisfied.
“Demanding little thing.” Landon chuckled.
“Are you saying we’re not meeting your needs?” Tucker asked.
“No, you are. I loved the coffee table thing. All of you inside of me is exactly what I wanted.” Ang knew she had a lot to learn, but how else would she figure it out?
“Cassie emailed me the schedule for the sex parties. I think that might help.” Dane nodded.
“No! I can’t do that. I’m not going.” Ang pulled her hair into a ponytail so it didn’t stick out like her normal bed head.
Tucker grabbed her ankle. “Not even interested in talking about it? You forget who’s in charge of your sex life. Dane and Landon kneel at the edge of the bed. Bend over.”
Angie scooted to the head of the bed and stared as the men did exactly as instructed.
Their firm asses were now displayed for her. Tucker grabbed something from the closet. He walked out with a wooden paddle, and her eyes fixated on it.
The noise as it cut through the air made Angie shiver, yet her pussy was already swollen.
“I’m sorry. I love servicing the guys and you. I loved last night. I just wanted more in a bed.”
Tucker smiled. “That’s a better way of saying it. But yesterday, you got your way. Today the guys do. You’ll help me. Ang, we love you, but you need to understand that we really enjoy the occasional party. Showing you off would only make it better. So once I’m done here, we can discuss the party.”
Her fear took over. What if someone she knew saw her and told her parents? Or told someone else who told her parents? Angie trusted Cassie and her guys, but when gossip was juicy, people loved to talk. Her older brother had found that out the hard way when he’d given the quarterback a blowjob his senior year. Rumors had spread like wildfire. He’d gone away to college and, now, lived in New Orleans. Ang missed her brother. They visited, but it was never the same. She’d tried to talk her parents into supporting him, but they couldn’t handle it no matter how gay-friendly Lucky Springs was.
Tucker swung the paddle and connected with Dane’s ass. Then it was Landon’s. She watched as Tucker varied the angle. The men moaned, and their bodies tensed. They seemed to love it. She wanted to join the lineup. Growing bold, she climbed out of bed and sat in front of them. Seeing their faces contorted in pleasure and pain, their cocks hard and balls heavy, Ang wanted to finger her pussy. No, she wanted to join them or maybe suck them off.
“Ready to talk?” Dane asked her.
She frowned. “I’m not going to a party. I can’t. I’m sure I’d love it, but people will talk.”