Chapter 68 - Nadia

They unleashed on me, both of them gripping my hips and waist with callused hands, pumping me between them. They moaned with me, a low noise deep in my throat that rose in pitch with their speed. Braden was pumping wildly, almost falling out of my ass, pulling back as far as he could before lunging forward with his entire body. As Braden’s roar rose to a crescendo, I let go of my final inhibitions.
“Fuck it! Fuck my tight little asshole!”
“Oh my God,” he roared, fingernails digging deep into my hip bones as he shoved all the way to the base of his shaft, deep into my ass as he injected me with his hot load. My eyes rolled back into my head and I pushed my ass against him, feeling Braden’s cock shuddering against Ryan’s inside of me.
I was beginning to come down from my orgasm as we heard a noise. “Nadia? You down here?”
It was Dorian.
“Shit,” Braden gasped, pulling out of me. My ass felt lonely and empty without him inside me.
“Are you alone?” I called.
“Just me and Andy.”
I grinned down at Ryan, and he grinned back at me. “Come here. And lock the door behind you.”
My two other men came into the room and froze. Andy’s eyes were wide behind his spectacles, and Dorian had a silly grin on his face.
“Oh,” he said. “Happy Friday, I guess?”
“Braden just came deep inside my ass,” I purred, rocking up and down on Ryan while looking at the newcomers. “But I need more. Know anyone who can help?”
Dorian pulled his shirt over his head and began unbuckling his belt. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Andy bit his lip and watched as Dorian undressed and approached our little crate of love. All of us had been together in one combination or another, so they were comfortable around each other, but all five of us had never been together at the same time.
First time for everything.
“You don’t get to just watch,” I crooned to Andy.
He licked his lips. “I like to watch.”
“And I’d like you to come over here and stick that cock down my throat.”
He hastily began undressing.
Dorian walked right up to my inviting ass and rubbed the head of his cock against it. I was already as slick as could be, but he spit on his hand and rubbed saliva on his cock to lube himself up. He pressed the head of his prick against my waiting rear-end and thrust forward. My ass swallowed him easily.
“I’m glad I came to rehearsal early,” he moaned, fingers digging into my hips with pleasure.
Andy came toward my side, and I grabbed hold of his long cock and took him in the mouth while stroking him rapidly. He craned his head and moaned to the ceiling.
There was more noise up on the stage, more people already here. But someone began playing music out of a bluetooth speaker, drowning out whatever carnal noises we made below.
Ryan was breathing heavily underneath me, so I lowered my hips on his cock and held him inside of me. I wasn’t ready for him to come just yet. “Faster,” I told Dorian, reaching back to cup his jaw. “Pump my ass full of your come.”
The handsome man grinned. “That what you want?”
“Mmm hmm,” I said as I continued blowing Andy.
Dorian went to town on my ass then, long thrusts that filled me as deep as he could go. I moaned with ecstasy while holding Ryan’s cock inside my pussy, not letting him move while Dorian had his way with me. Within seconds he was panting and gripping me tighter.
“Ohh,” Andy rumbled above me. “Nadia…”
I slowed down my strokes on his cock while Dorian began climaxing. I felt his dick shudder and spasm inside me, filling my ass with his warm spunk the way Braden had before. Ryan picked that moment to lean up and take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it intensely in a way that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.
Andy was dangerously close, and I gave his head one final suck before pulling it from my mouth with a pop. “Come in my ass,” I told him. “Fill it with your load.”
He needed no other encouragement. Dorian pulled out of my ass and then Andy guided his cock inside my gaping asshole, the ridge of his head rubbing wonderfully against my tight little ring. While gripping his shaft in one fist he gave three little thrusts, and then he was moaning loudly in the sub-stage.
“Nadia, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
His pleasure washed onto me as I watched him over my shoulder, savoring the pain and pleasure on his face as he filled my behind with his jizz.
“All of it,” I moaned back at him. “Every. Last. Drop.”
He continued stroking himself with just the head inside me until he finally abated.
I turned my gaze down to Ryan, who had been watching hungrily. “Your turn.”
Andy pulled out of me, and I pushed up with my thighs to squat above Ryan until his cock slid out of my pussy. With a hand I propped up his dick underneath me, pulled my hips forward, and lowered my creamy ass onto him.
Ryan’s mouth opened with shock and ecstasy. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight…”
Even with my ass stretched from the other three guys, I couldn’t impale myself on more than just Ryan’s head. But the ache of him stretching me felt so good, and I was getting close again, and I surprised myself with how much I could take. I rubbed my clit and bounced up and down, using my body weight to force more and more of Ryan’s thick wedge inside my rear-end each time.
Braden grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me backward, arching my back until my head was upside down facing away from Ryan. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, reaching past to paw at my slick clit, rubbing it in a circle while I impaled myself again and again on Ryan’s meat. Dorian came forward and sucked on one nipple, and then Andy was on the other side of me, tonguing my other nipple between his lips.
“I’m close,” Ryan moaned.
“Yes,” I breathed into Braden’s wonderful mouth. “Yes. Yes. YES.”
He rubbed faster at my insistence, and Ryan’s cock was hot inside of me as he began to come, roaring underneath the stage. My mouth opened wide as I reached the edge and was thrown off it, shuddering shivering waves of come that crashed against me for an eternity while Braden wrapped an arm around my chest and held me tight.
They squeezed me close as I came back down, four warm bodies sandwiching me on all sides.
*
The final show went as spectacularly as all the others. John Vandercant—who I still struggled to think of as anyone other than my bar friend Jack—was in his box tonight for the occasion, and clapped as loudly and vigorously as anyone else in the theater.
When the applause died down and the curtain fell, we were greeted backstage with a full spread of food, drinks, and a giant cake to celebrate the end of the show. Drawn on the cake in icing was a stick figure of a woman with X’s over her eyes and a bottle of pills next to her, signifying the dead Jane at the end of the show. Dorian couldn’t stop laughing when he saw it, and insisted on being cut a piece with the pill bottle in it.
It was a bittersweet celebration since I knew I wouldn’t see most of the cast again. But that’s how the theater business worked. You got incredibly close to a group of people for months, seeing them day in and day out, and then one day it all ended.
I smiled at Braden and the others. That’s not happening with everyone, though.
Vandercant made a speech about the performance and thanked everyone for their hard work, while also wishing them success in the future. When the party eventually ended, my four boys and I stuck around to meet with Vandercant.
“Well?” he asked warmly. “Have you considered my offer?”
“I have.” I gestured around me. “We have. We would love to be a part of the next show.”
Vandercant clapped his hands together. “Excellent! Simply excellent. I can’t think of a stronger core group of actors to headline the next Vandercant Theater production. Now we just need to decide what show to run.”
Andy put his arm around the producer’s shoulder. “I have some ideas. Have you heard of the new show The Waitress? I think that would really give me the creative opportunity with my lights…”
Braden looked at his watch. “Nadia and I have to go. See you guys back at the house?”
Dorian clicked his heels together and gave a soldier’s salute. “Sir yes sir!”
Braden rolled his eyes and led me backstage so we could change.
A quick train ride uptown and we arrived at Giuseppe’s Italian restaurant. I felt a lot more normal in my cocktail dress and heels than the first time I’d been here months before. It also helped that I’d had dinner with Braden’s family several times before already.
“Nadia!” Braden’s mother exclaimed when she saw me, arms held out. “You look wonderful!”
“Your performance tonight was stunning,” Braden’s father, Tony, declared.
“You were there?”
“Of course we were, honey,” Mrs. Williams said as if it were obvious. “We wouldn’t miss your final performance in the show!” She glanced at her son. “And Braden’s, I guess.”
“Thanks, mom.”
It had taken weeks of dinners and apologies, but she was finally warming up to me. And she wasn’t the rude woman I originally thought she was. Once she learned that The Crown was my favorite show on Netflix, everything had been downhill from there.
We split two bottles of tart red wine and talked about what was next in store for us. Braden announced that Vandercant had promised us lead roles in his next show.
“You don’t know what it will be?” Mrs. Williams asked.
“Not yet, but I bet it’ll be good.”
“If he doesn’t know what it is, then how can he be certain you two will be good fits?”
I shrugged. “He still feels guilty about how his granddaughter tried to sabotage the show. He’ll choose a new musical that fits the two of us. And Dorian.”
“It must be nice having a producer so dedicated to your careers,” Tony commented.
“It’s nice, except for the fact that I almost died first!” I laughed to signal that it was a joke, and we all laughed together while pouring more wine.
The walk home was nice; it was a pleasantly warm night with a hint of summer scent on the air. Braden and I walked hand-in-hand while quietly enjoying the other’s presence. We’d been dating steadily since opening night, and were at the point where neither of us needed to say anything. We were at that comfortable place where we were happy to be together without speaking.
“I love you, you know,” Braden suddenly said.
“I know,” I said automatically. Then I gave a start, coming to a halt in the middle of the crosswalk. “Wait, what?”
He turned around. “I said I love you.”
“You just slipped it out like that?” I demanded. “Without any warning?”
Braden’s smile lit up his handsome face. “It’s better when it’s a surprise. But it’s true. I love you.”
I slapped him on the arm. “Three months without saying it and now you can’t stop yourself! You’re like a child who learned a new cuss word!”
He chuckled and took my hand. “I don’t mean to pressure you. Just because I’ve said it doesn’t mean—”
“Of course I love you too!” I shouted, which drew stares from the other New Yorkers crossing the street. I didn’t care. I threw myself into his arms and we kissed there on 72nd Street while the light changed and the cars honked at us.
I didn’t know what the future held, but that was part of the fun. I was in love with Braden every bit as much as I was in love with Ryan, Andy, and Dorian. Different kinds of love and intensity, but with the same burning core. And none of them minded sharing.
The Proposition might be over, but we had another show to look forward to. And I knew that with the support of my four incredible men, I was going to crush it.