w-water

Elicia:

“God Damn! that’s sexy.” Chris and Roger growled from the front as Elias and Ben tag teamed my body into a blinding rip current of screaming moans. Jerking upward as my G-spot was violated into a cursing scream as everything washed away in an explosion of white heat. Dropping back into Ben’s panting chest as Elias slurped up my dripping juices that coated his face and fingers.

“How was it?” Ben hummed along my ear, tucking back a few locks of hair with his gentle finger, moaning softly into his touch.

“Finger licking good.” Snapping my eyes open to a blinding smile as Elias licked his fingers, winking at my mortified expression.

“Fuck off, Colonel Sanders.” Reaching for my leggings as Elias halted my hands, looking at me with those swirling greenish ambered orbs.

“Ben’s still hungry.” Snapping my eyes over my shoulder as Ben licked his swollen lips, handing me over to Elias’ amused expression. Shocked into silence as Elias caressed my lips gently, laying me back against his tight chest.

“How much further?” Ben asked, grabbing my trembling legs with his sweltering fingers as he hoisted my hips up to his hungry mouth, draping my legs over his shoulders. Dropping my head back into Elias’ lap as his fingers rolled my tender nipples into hardened peaks.

“About thirty minutes.” Chris looked out to the road as we weaved through the countryside.

“Perfect.” He growled playfully, diving into my sensitive flesh as he lapped slowly along my soaked opening and throbbing nub, nibbling softly against the twitching nerve bundle.

“B-BEN!” Writhing in Elias’ lap as his fingers pinched the pebbled peaks into a pleasurable, agonizing hiss, jerking my hips back as Ben speared my seeping opening like it was an ice cream cone melting under the sweltering sun.

Suspended in a euphoric trance as his tongue and finger sync to a rhythm that had me hurtling into the heavens, before crashing back down to earth with an ear shattering scream as my body expelled its rushing heat all over Ben’s face and fingers. Staring up at Elias’ amused expression as Ben sucked me dry, wiping his face clean with a baby wipe as he gently cleaned up his and Elias’ mess.

“w-water.” Rasping out over the Sahara Desert that plagued my mouth as Chris and Roger laughed brightly, looking back at my disheveled appearance. Ben reached into the cooler behind our seat, dripping icy water over my burning flesh as he handed me the frosty bottle.

Chugging the ice-cold liquid with a sighing exhale, gingerly slipping my leggings back up, while Elias and Ben helped me with my tank and blouse.

“Hand me another, please.” Leaning back against the seat as Elias reached behind us, retrieving another bottle as he slid it slowly along my flushed chest, licking up the water droplets with a chesty growl.

“I can’t feel my vagina.” Placing the cold bottle between my thighs, chugging another bottle that Ben held out to me with a devilish smirk.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be extra gentle tonight.” Roger purred darkly, eye fucking me through the rearview mirror as my body igniting into a rushing tsunami of heat. Noticing we were turning off the main road into the graveled drive of the new house.

“Right.” Drawing out the word against their chuckling laughs as Roger pulled the Rover into the attached garage, parking next to the Can-Am side-by-side and various dirt bikes.

Gingerly exiting the Rover as Maxine and Sue joined us from the kitchen access, grabbing bags while the guys assisted with the rest of the bags and cooler.

“Why don’t you go soak for a while? We’ll finish up here and get some lunch ready.” Roger kissed my cheek softly, tossing me a playful wink as the guys nodded for me to go. Catching the mischievous smirks from Sue and Maxine as they tossed me playful winks.

Walking past the chefs kitchen with dark gray cabinets and white quartz countertops as the guards unloaded the box truck, stacking the boxes inside the entryway as I made my way towards the black lacquered double-doors of our new bedroom. Breathing a sigh of relief as the grand room appeared, fully furnished, decorated in grays and blues with pops of purple and dark reds.

Flopping down on the massive bed as my body relaxed into the plushy comforter.

Is it called ‘Roadhead’ when it’s the woman receiving? Chuckling at my sleepy question as exhaustion finally took over.

“Temptress.” Roger’s silky voice pulled me from my dreamless slumber, groaning into the soft comforter as a tingling shiver ran along my spine.

“w-what time…is it?” Yawning behind my hand, opening my eyes to the dimly lit room as his relaxed pose smiled down at my sleepy expression.

“Almost seven?” Blinking away the heavy haze lingering over my eyes, snuggling into his warm chest as he stroked along my back with an open palm.

Hmmm…so warm. Nuzzling further into his embrace as his muscular arm scooped me onto his chest as he rolled to his back. Squishing my cheek into his chiseled chest as his steady heartbeat lulled me into submission.

“Roger?” Humming out his name as his warm palms rubbed along my sides and back.

“Yeah, Temptress?” His chest muscles flexed as he adjusted himself to look down at my drowsy pose.

“Why me?” Absentmindedly asking, no brain function as his warm palms continued to lull me in my suspended drowsiness. He seemed to think about it for a few moments before responding.

“At first, we had no idea ‘why’, but over these past weeks it became more evident how truly special you are. You have this vibrance about you, almost like a raging fire that sparks the coldest embers to life in the darkest places, painful if ignored. It scares me at times because we never had anything that significant in our lives.” His warm lips pressed gently to my forehead as he relaxed back into the bed, shifting me up so my head leaned on his shoulder. Nuzzling into his neck, giggling against the tickling sensation of his chuckling chest.

“So, the ‘bond’ made you notice me.” Feeling a strange heat creeping up my body as his palms stopped rubbing in soothing strokes as his heartbeat skipped out of control, before steadying back out to its normal rhythm.

“No!” Jerking back in shock as the brothers stood in the doorway to our room, looking down at Roger as his hands held tightly to my hips. The swirling emotions evident as they looked at me with pained expressions.

“The ‘bond’ is only a compass; we choose to accept or reject it. You had no clue what a ‘mate bond’ was because your supernatural abilities were dormant. Coming from our ‘pasts’, we thought we were ‘mate less’, unworthy of a ‘gift’ so special.” Roger spoke with a firm conviction as his eyes reflected the deep emotions guarded in his heart.

“I saw a ‘Goddess’ amongst that crowded club, smiling, enjoying life before I even had the pleasure of smelling her intoxicating scent of warm spice and fresh rain.” Elias sat down on the bed, lacing his fingers through my messy locks as the fiery ombre slid smoothly over his muscular fingers. Blushing away from his intense gaze, feeling the swirling heat lump in my throat as Roger’s fingers massaged my jelly-rolls, remembering Dani and her slender build, rubbing it in my face all the sexual bliss they gave her, and the many girls before me.
“But look at me, I’m squishy.” Poking my chubby stomach, pinching my love-handles as Chris and Ben purred playfully taking seats along the edge of the bed.
“A delicious squishy.” Ben growled lowly, lifting my hand up to his plush lips, tracing the warmth with a stuttering exhale as he rolled his hot tongue along my pointer finger.

“Look, we’ll be honest with you. We usually only messed around with less ‘squishy’ partners, but that’s because we weren’t interested in a long-term relationship, just ‘sex’. You’re more than ‘sex’ to us, and you’re more than those others we messed around with because you’re genuine. You burn brighter than the sun itself, and it scorches us in the most tantalizing ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine.” Roger shifted to his elbows, pushing me back over his hips as his hardened bulge twitched and rubbed along my throbbing core.

“We understand your fears completely. We would never mistreat you, because you deserve happiness just as much as we do. That’s why we have such a strong relationship with our family.” Sniffling softly as Chris brushed away the stray tear that rolled down my cheek, licking his thumb with a fluttering eye roll.

“Emotional and mental abuse are worse than physical abuse, because it makes you doubt yourself on EVERYTHING. Finding your inner solace and strength will be your biggest allies, when facing any situation. We know and have seen it, you just need to believe it.” Hugging Roger tightly as the tears slipped down my cheeks, soaking his shoulder as they huddled around me in a warm cocoon of protection.

“Thank you.” Whispering against his neck, inhaling his earthly scent of Frasier fur as his arms snaked firmly around my waist, purring into my ear with his brothers.
“Always.” They responded softly, leaning back as they placed gentle kisses along my forehead and cheeks.

“Pizza and a movie?” Ben laughed lightly as they helped me to my feet, watching as they adjusted themselves with firm hands, hiding my amused smile behind my hand as they led me down to our new media room.

Getting cozy on the over-stuffed black sectional as the guys treated me to homemade pizza with stringy-cheezie goodness, beer, and tear-jerking laughs to soothe our soul.