Cave Men by Frankie Love
Summer
I knowthe word foursome might be a little startling, but maybe that was my intention. Okay, I know that was my intention.
I wanted to surprise Storm and Carnage. They deserved it after being such idiots last night. It was hard to fall asleep, and not because Storm snored. It was a sexy and adorable kind of snore. The kind of snore that turned me on.
Did you know snoring could get you all hot and bothered?
Well, it can.
And every time I would roll over in that cave, my eyes would land on Carnage, whose nearly naked body was ripped and chiseled in ways that had my body all piqued and ready.
I kept running my hands under the waistband of my panties, touching myself in ways I probably shouldn't, scared I was going to get caught, licking my lips as I teased my clit. I kept telling myself that the day had been long enough, that I didn't need to orgasm in a cave next to two men who didn't know I was getting off to the mere sight of them.
That seemed slightly inappropriate, to use them in ways they hadn’t asked for.
So I removed my hand and resumed counting sheep until I fell asleep.
But now, here, I feel emboldened in a way I never have before, in a way I've always fantasized about.
Fancy was right when she said I needed more than one man. Turns out I need more than two.
Three seems like my lucky number.
Look at me, I have three men here waiting for me. We've spread out the blanket and I've unpacked my bag. We open my cans of cold-press coffee. "I guess they're not exactly cold anymore," I say to Carnage, Hammer and Storm. We sit on the blanket and the green grass on the top of the mountain, looking out at a prehistoric paradise, big trees all around.
The guys quickly gut and clean the jaguar, making a fire so we can cook the steaks over the open fire. They work so quickly, so methodically, I appreciate their ability to fend for themselves – and for me. Once we start cooking, Carnage carry’s off the jaguar, tossing it over the side of the cliff. Now any animals who are looking to feast on the carcass won't come near us.
Hammer has a gun and plenty of bullets in case of emergency and that makes me feel safer too.
"I still can't believe you went off like that," Carnage says to me. "It scared me half to death." He runs a hand over my back and my spine tingles at his touch. I look at him, swallowing.
"Sorry," I say. "It was pretty stupid, but I've got to find Fancy."
"Tell me about her," Storm says. "This girl you're willing to move heaven and earth for."
I reach into my backpack looking for my other snacks. Thankfully, I have some trail mix and some dried fruit. The guys have some papaya and lime. We begin feasting. They moan over the taste of the bitter coffee that's laced with sweet sugar.
I smile. Happy that I've been able to satisfy one of their cravings, hoping that later I'll satisfy plenty more.
"Fancy was my foster sister growing up," I explain. "I'd been in the system since I was a little girl. I never knew my biological family. She and I, we got through it all together. When we graduated high school, she went to college but it was never really my scene. I was more of an entrepreneur." I show them my salves and the other products I brought with me. "Look, this is the stuff I make."
"Wow," they say, impressed, opening up some of the tins.
"This could have come in real handy when I was bitten by a snapping turtle a few years back," Hammer says, showing me the scar on his bicep.
"You're telling me," Storm chuckles, revealing a scar on his foot. "Fricking lizard got my toe."
"Ouch," I say. "Geez, you guys have been through hell."
Carnage has broken an arm and somehow reset it on his own. "I was a medic before I was in Special Ops," he explains.
"Wow," I say. "My background isn't so impressive."
"That's not true," Storm says. "This skill, being able to use plants and herbs, stuff from the earth, is really vital out here. It'll come in handy."
I swallow. "You really think we'll be out here forever?"
The three men share a look. Hammer clears his throat. "Look, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but I've looked the whole time I've been here for a way out. I'll keep looking. Hell, I'll look every damn day if you want. But I can't find any passage. It's like the portal that shot me out of that cave closed right up."
"Same for me," Storm says. "It's like it was a one-way ticket to hell."
Carnage growls, "Not hell. It gave us Summer."
I smile. "Thanks," I say. "But I'm not sure I'm worth losing your life for," I say. "You just met me."
"Sure,” he says. "We just met, but it feels like fate to have found you. After we've been alone all this time, here you are and we all found you at the same time."
"You think we'll find Fancy?" I ask. "She has to be here." I explain to them what the authorities said and the paleontologists’ report after she’d gone missing.
"Well, it's not that different than what happened to us. It sounds like the same cave system, but," Carnage shakes his head, "I don't know. It's not likely we’ll find her."
I frown. "I don't want to believe that. I have to find her. She's my sister. She's my whole world. I got lucky. I came through that water chute and I found you guys. I found three kind and considerate and funny and ridiculous men. She could be out there all by herself." I swallow, blinking back tears, shaking my head and covering my eyes with the palms of my hands. Sobs begin to fill my chest.
I think the emotion that I've been holding back ever since I found out Fancy went missing begins to release. "The idea of her being out here by herself breaks my heart. If I was here alone, I'd be so scared but I'm not alone. I have you guys. I feel so lucky." I swallow.
Hammer scooches closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "It's okay, baby," he says. "It's okay. I get why you feel guilty. You found us and maybe she has nobody."
I wipe my eyes and look at the men. "Yeah. Now, I feel extra guilty because I feel greedy too."
"What do you mean?" Storm asks, reaching for my hand and squeezing it.
The three men surround me, Carnage on one side, Hammer on the other, Storm right in front of me.
"I feel like I'm being greedy because I want to give in to this. Like I said," I lick my lips, "a foursome. I wasn't joking. I've never had sex before and I've always wanted to do something wild, something uninhibited, something out of control. The idea of being here on top of a mountain with three men like you, wild and rugged, primal…" I lick my lips again, my body feeling hot at the thought of it. My pussy wet at the idea. "It turns me on," I tell them. "But it feels wrong to want to do that if she's out there alone. What kind of friend would I be to get off while she's wandering in the wilderness?"
The men tense at my thoughts, my words. I feel a strain between us all, a longing deep inside.
I groan, exhaling. "I'm sorry," I say. "Maybe this is stupid. I shouldn't have said any of it."
"No," Carnage says, looking at me. "You should have what you want. Hell, of course you should."
"Really?" I say. "Because now I'm just like a giant dick tease. I tell you I want you, but I won't give you myself."
Storm groans. "Fuck," he says. "I understand what you're saying. It would be fucked up to sit up here and spread your legs," he says, "to run my mouth up and down your pretty cunt, your virgin hole." His eyes lock with mine. His desire filling his eyes. My pussy wet with need. "It would be wrong to make you come while your friend is lost and scared." His cock is bulging. He's not wearing underwear. He's wearing nothing but a loincloth and I see the tip of his cock bare and ready.
Fuck, it makes me wet. Hammer is next to me and he adjusts himself. All three of these men are in nothing but skirts and loincloths, pieces of fabric covering their massive cocks, and I see them all large, thick, needy. It's no different than my pussy, wet and needy too. I look at Hammer. "What do you think?" I ask, biting my bottom lip. My bra is tethering my breasts, but the sheer fabric reveals how hard my nipples are.
I wish I didn't have on my shorts. I wish I was wearing nothing but my panties so I could press my fingers between my folds and tease my clit and get off. I know it wouldn't take much. I close my eyes hard, squeezing my pussy tight, pulsing.
"You're right," he says. "Fuck, you're right. Maybe the idea of a foursome would have turned me off before, three men and one woman. I don't know. But maybe that's because I'd never met you.” He looks at Storm and Carnage. "In another life, you were my enemies. Fuck, you probably hate me. But now we have one common goal. We want to make you come, Summer. We want to get you off, make you drip. We want to run our hands up and down your body until your pussy is wet, your hands stroking our cocks, taking us inside you until our seed is deep in your core. I want my cock in your mouth and I'm guessing someone else wants their cock in your ass. We want to make you ours. But I'm guessing that's not happening today."
He bites his lip too. Looks off in the distance. Groans. He grabs his cock, adjusting it. Grunting, grunting. "Fuck," he groans. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm damn near ready to explode."
Storm and Carnage do the same, adjusting themselves. I decide I can't hold back anymore. We're not going to be able to have an orgy, our bodies entwined, because that feels inappropriate while Fancy is lost in the jungle. Still—this is excruciating.
I stand, taking off my shorts. "I'm sorry," I say. "I just have to release before we can go find her," I say.
The guys’ eyes lift. "You mean it?" they ask.
I nod. "I'm sorry," I say. "If it's wrong, maybe God will forgive me. I sure as hell hope Fancy will. You don't have to look if it freaks you out. I just..."
They move their loincloths and I see three firm cocks. Thick, large, ready, eager, hot. "Do you mind?" Carnage asks as he begins to stroke himself. I’m wishing I could be on my knees before him, licking his length.
I shake my head ever so slightly as I press my fingers under the waistband of my panties. "Not if you don't."