“I think Zoe likes it.” Jar lifted, matching her pace.
“Oh God! Fuck me!” She froze as the orgasm blasted, making her tighten on both cocks as they filled her. Her clit tingled as Cam rubbed it harder. Finally, her body relaxed into the orgasm, and Jar lifted, grunting as he said her name.
Cam filled her ass a couple more times, then shouted his release. He slumped on her, holding her tight for a few seconds. She let the floating feeling linger. Good sex was hard to predict, but with these four guys, she had it. She kissed Jar then rolled on her side. Cam slid from her body but leaned down to kiss her breast then up to her mouth.
“I think we wore her out.” Cam dumped his used protection.
Jar followed the example. “I doubt it. We probably just warmed her up.”
“Damn right, but I want to watch two of you screwing each other, as well.” Zoe stretched, feeling the new muscles she’d put to work just now.
Owen grinned down at her. “So do you want Don and me to perform for you or fuck you senseless?”
She knew what she wanted, but there was no telling how long it’d take one of the other two men to get hard again. She glanced over at Jar. He looked so angelic yet was as sexually engaged as any man.
“I want you two to fuck me, and if Jar gets motivated, I’d love to see him fuck Cam.” She pulled Owen down into a kiss to avoid seeing any reactions.
When they came up for air, Don kissed her. Owen slid down her body and licked her pussy. The men were more than ready but took their time. Gifted tongues worked to restart her engines. In no time, they proved she was far from exhausted. Her hips lifted as her arousal sparked. Don slid on protection, and she couldn’t control herself. Sinking on his cock, she rotated her hips playfully. Owen smacked her bottom before fingering lube into her asshole.
Moaning, she relaxed and pressed to Don. Owen worked inside of her faster. It felt so natural now that Zoe knew one man would never again suffice.
“Good?” Jar asked.
She opened her eyes and saw Cam sucking Jar’s cock eagerly. The view boiled up need deep inside of her. “Great. Even better now. You want to screw his brains out?”
Jar nodded and thrust into Cam’s mouth. Zoe saw the hesitation in him. Jar wasn’t as aggressive as most of the men, but he wanted it just as much. Such a superb fit and she wanted more of them.
The men fucked her, and she rocked to meet them. Then Don shifted, easing her back onto Owen’s cock. The pressure in her ass made her shudder. She held onto Don’s shoulders as she reoriented herself. Don thrust in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit, as well.
“Oh God, you guys.” She had a lovely view of the other two men.
Jar’s cock was protected as he worked lube into Cam’s ass. The view of two muscled, professional men, who usually wore suits and would have women drooling over them in New Orleans, now getting ready to fuck each other made her insides quiver. The room grew hot as Jar tested Cam then slid balls deep in the blink of an eye.
Cam rocked back hard, and Zoe stared at them as their lust took over. Fast and hot described their sex. Jar knew what he was doing, and it made her pussy tighten. He jerked Cam’s cock as they fucked. Curses and shouts urged her on as the two men came.
The men inside of her picked up their pace, and Don kissed her. Owen twisted her nipples, and she realized they were holding back so she’d come first. They were first class men, and when Don grazed her clit with his fingers, she lost control.
Bouncing on the cocks, she arched her back and twisted to feel every angle. “Don’t stop!” she said.
They didn’t let up, fucking her through the orgasm. Owen pressed his mouth to her neck and whispered dirty things as he came. Don held her hips, and she looked him in the eye as he shuddered. Finally, he moaned and buried his face between her breasts.
“I think that topped sex at work,” Owen said.
“Damn right. Did you like what we did?” Cam moved over and kissed her mouth.
“I loved all of it. You four are amazing.” She reached a hand toward Jar.
Jar knelt next to her and kissed Owen before nipping at her shoulder.
“I think we need to untangle and take a nap, at least,” Owen said.
Zoe instantly felt terrible and huge. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m not a tiny thing.’
“No.” Owen held her tight. “You’re perfect. Don is a ton of solid muscle.”
She pushed at Don’s powerful shoulders. “That’s true.”
The group unraveled then curled up again. The fit was tight and snuggling was required. That made it even better. They held her tight, their hard bodies pressed to her as she dozed off on Cam’s shoulder.
* * * *
Everyone remained asleep as Owen slipped from the bed. Zoe rolled into the open space, and Don stretched. Sexual needs had been satisfied fully. Now, Owen needed a midnight snack.
Down in the kitchen, he pulled a bowl of pasta from the fridge and set it on the table. Grabbing a fork and some garlic bread, he listened to make sure all stayed quiet. He didn’t want to disturb anyone. Cam and Jar had connected, and the last thing anyone needed was Jar second guessing things in a sleepy state.
As Owen relished his first bite of cold pasta—the sauce was always better to him cold—he heard a floorboard creak. Looking up, he saw Don grinning from the doorway.
“Worked up an appetite?” Don opened the drawer and retrieved his own fork.
“He made a ton.” Owen shrugged.
Don sat down and dug in. “Why does Jar always cook like he’s feeding an army? Four men eat a lot, but we’re not fourteen.”
Zoe entered quietly. “I wondered that myself. Jar is a bit skittish.”
“Are they right behind you?” Owen asked.
She shook her head. “Jar is curled up with Cam. Both are dead to the world. It’s cute.”
Don smiled. “Good. Now, what’s Jar’s deal?”
Zoe joined them at the table, nibbling garlic bread. Owen smiled at how easily she fit in.
“Everyone’s family is different. Zoe had a single mom who never had time to cook from scratch. My parents got divorced when I was a kid, and I was shuffled back and forth all the time. Both my parents kept dating different people and never seemed to settle down. They used me to get back at each other and talked bad about the other person to my face.” Owen grabbed a couple of beers.
“That sucks! I was the center of the universe.” Don smiled. “Only child. My grandfather died when I was seven and my grandmother came to live with us. My mom took a job at an office, just for extra money, and Granny spoiled me even more.”
“Makes so much sense.” Zoe nodded.
Don pulled her chair closer, and she set her feet on his lap. “What about Jar and all the food?”
Owen took a deep breath and let it out. “You know his parents are extremely religious. He never said what religion exactly. Sometimes, deep in the bible belt, they have extreme ‘break off’ religions.”
“Cults.” Don shook his head.’
“No, not all of them. Jar’s sounds pretty standard. No drinking or dancing. He has a ton of siblings, so I think that explains the cooking. His parents found out he likes men and tried to save him or exorcise him. Then he left. In college, he tried women and liked them, but he couldn’t ditch men, either.” Owen paused for more pasta.
“How did you two meet?” Zoe asked.
“First sales job out of college. Instant chemistry. We both admitted to liking women, but he swore when he found the right person, he’d stop looking around.” Owen sipped his beer.
“That’s you?” Don asked.
Owen smiled at Don sitting there in nothing but boxers. That powerful chest and strong shoulders eager to please. “At first, we thought so. I still craved women. So did he. I think Jar has made his peace with a gay relationship. The group thing might take longer.”
“I think he came to terms with his attraction to Cam tonight.” Don chuckled.
“I’m glad you guys are doing stuff together, too. I love watching it.” Zoe flexed her feet in Don’s lap.
“You don’t like being the center of attention?” Don challenged her.
She grinned. “Of course, I love it. For one round, it’s incredible, but I like watching, too. It’s a private fantasy show all for me. If all the pressure and focus is on me all night long, it’d be exhausting.”
“You can always sit back and watch.” Owen winked at her.
“Kiss him,” she said.
Owen tensed, and Don blushed. “What?”
“You two liked screwing around with men. Your men did each other. Kiss him.” She leaned back in her chair.
“See what you started?” Don chuckled.
“You’re used to it. Only child and all. It must be hard growing up with all the eyes and focus on you. No privacy no escape.” Owen leaned in and kissed Don before the man had a chance to reply.
The kiss started out playfully, but Don slowed it down. The intimacy deepened, and Owen felt Zoe’s eyes on them as he cupped the back of Don’s head. He delved into the power and the feel of a new man. A simple kiss triggered so much desire.
Finally, Don pulled back. Owen lacked the will to break the connection. Taking a swig of beer, Owen glanced at Zoe. She looked totally engrossed.
“That was hot. So, four guys all into each other. I’m amazed you have time for a girl.” She forked some cold pasta. “I was an only child but never felt like the center of the world. I always felt like an expense.”
“Come on. I’m sure your mother loved you.” Don squeezed her foot.
Zoe nodded. “She did. Very much. But my dad bailed on her when I was young. Never sent money or visited. Nothing. She had to do it all on her own. She always said ‘never depend on a man for anything. They’ll let you down, and you’ll have to do it alone anyway. It’ll be harder after they’d had their fun and spent your money’.”
“So she’s a Mary Poppins type, sunny and positive.” Owen stabbed the pasta with a smile on his face. “Not all men are bad.”
“I know, and my mother meant well. She didn’t want me to make the same mistakes she did. Bad taste in men. She’d tell me that kids were great but to plan to raise them alone and make sure you have a respectable career. A good job is worth more than any man.”
“You’ve done that. The marketing department hasn’t been the same since you arrived,” Don replied.
“Thanks. Unfortunately, my mother had a type. She attracted the wrong men, over and over. I don’t know why. It sort of proved her points.” Zoe shrugged.
“Where’s your mom now?” Owen asked.
“Working. She took some classes and went into a medical area when I went off to college. Radiology, I think, but she’s the type who changes careers and plays the lotto. All my life, she kept waiting for her big break to erase all of her troubles,” she said.
“And I’ll bet you’ve never played the lottery once,” Don replied.
She shook her head. “Never. I worked hard. I repaid my student loans right away. Hell, I shared an apartment with three other women to save money. If the economy hadn’t gone to hell, who knows where I’d be right now?”
Owen smiled. “We’re glad you’re here. There are worse places than Lucky Springs.”
“I know. It’s just hard when you’ve worked so hard at something, built a name for yourself, and wham! it’s taken away. You’re downsized, and there goes your savings. I don’t want my career to be what my mother had with men. A big black hole of bad choices.” She stared at the table.
Don tugged her from her chair and into his lap. “That’s not going to happen. One setback won’t kill your entire career.”
Owen leaned forward and kissed her. “The whole economy got kicked. Not just you. You’re on top now. Good job and a low cost of living town. We’ll make a big splash at the show in New Orleans, and you’ll be right there with us.”
She kissed Don then Owen. Her lips felt more relaxed. “I hope so. There aren’t many options in a small town like this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to have a job, but my mother always preferred big cities. More options. More anonymity.”
“You won’t have that here. But Lucky Springs has other advantages.” Don hugged her tight.
“You worked elsewhere after college?” she asked Don.
He nodded. “Sure, I needed to get broader sales experience. That’s the great thing about a small town. When the guys Cam and I knew from high school bought the old factory, they got in touch. They brought in people who knew the town and loved it. Plenty of us had gone away and gotten degrees and other training. They lured us back.”
“We got hired without Lucky Springs connections,” Owen said.
Don smiled. “Sure, now that it’s expanding even more. They wanted people who could handle the small town and not run for the cities after a month or two.”
“I do miss the mall.” She leaned back on Don.
“Don’t worry about shopping. I like you better naked.” Owen kissed her neck.
“You’re not going to run away from Lucky Springs, are you?” Don asked.
Owen’s stomach sank. The question had crossed his mind as well, but he’d never come out and asked it. Leave it to blunt Don to run right into it.
“Not with this sort of entertainment. Great sex and food.” She yawned. “I can always shop online.”