Hard 5 by Stephanie Brother
18
When Scott pulls back, his hand still in my hair, holding me at arm’s length, his eyes are tortured. There’s a delirious drunkenness there too, as though my kiss has bewitched him and he doesn’t know what to do. I would never have thought of myself as a woman with the potential to bewitch anyone, but to be honest, I’d never have thought of myself as a woman who would enjoy being passed around a room full of brothers.
And look at me now.
Flushed cheeks and rumpled hair, breathless with passion, yearning for more.
I’m a new Melanie. A different Melanie.
A Melanie whose roots were torn up and now feels like a balloon filled with helium, released to the wind.
“Are you okay, Melanie?” Cash asks from somewhere behind me. Scott releases my hair, and I turn to find the man who started all of this. His expression is worried, and it should be. He knows that all of this is new to me, and it feels like it’s moving quickly, spinning out from under my feet. Is this how the rodeo riders feel on the back of a bull intent on throwing them? There’s thrill, and there’s fear. There’s awe, and there’s alarm.
“She’s fine,” Colt says, but he’s not close enough to feel my racing heart or know about the sweat prickling under my arms. I’m so hot I feel like I could combust where I’m standing.
“She doesn’t look fine,” Cary says.
“Scott scared her,” Sawyer says.
“She kissed him,” Cash points out. “I think Melanie scared Scott.”
“I’m not scared of anything,” Scott growls.
“Neither am I,” I whisper.
“I think that’s enough for tonight.” Cash strides forward and rests his hands on my upper arms possessively. “We all need to get up early tomorrow.”
“NO!” The word leaves my lips more forcefully than I intend.
“No,” Colt repeats, smirking.
“I think she wants more,” Sawyer says.
“What do you want?” Cash whispers.
“More,” I say more softly this time.
“More.” Cash’s voice is low and husky. He’s had “more” when it was just the two of us. He knows what “more” can be like, but neither of us knows what “more” will be like with all of us.
But apparently I want to find out enough that I’m shouting about it. If I wasn’t already flushed from all the kissing, I’d be tomato-red with embarrassment.
“You want to go upstairs?” Cash asks.
Oh boy. “Yes.”
“Come on then.” There’s no time wasting now—no hanging around deciding who goes first or what’s going to happen. I’m led upstairs by the hand straight to Cash’s room. It smells like him, all woodsy and lemony. The bed is neatly made, and my first thought is that it probably won’t stay that way for long.
And then I giggle. I actually giggle, and Cash’s furrowed brow tells me he has no idea what’s going through my head. “You can stop at any time,” he says. “All you have to do is say the word. We’ll go at your pace and no faster.”
“I don’t know what my pace is,” I say, and he smiles slowly, pulling me toward him. “You’re like an ice cream sundae with whipped cream, toppings, sauces, and a cherry on top,” he says. “The whole package. Any pace is okay with us.”
When Cash kisses me, it’s with a smile still playing at his lips, and I drink in his unusual levity, gripping his shirt and allowing him to pull me close. When his brothers crowd around us, their hands touching my arms and my hands, a mouth kissing my neck, it feels right.
How can that be?
How can five men and one woman ever feel right?
I guess I don’t know much about how this should feel at all, and maybe that’s why my insides soften like melted butter, and I’m aching and hot between my legs.
Cash’s fingers find the buttons of my shirt and begin to unfasten them. I’m wearing a tank underneath, so I’m not nervous yet. It’s slid from my shoulders and tugged from my hands, and then my tank is lifted over my head.
Beneath is another layer. A simple nude bra that fastens in the front. There’s nothing sexy about it, but the audible reaction from the boys says otherwise.
“Can I take it off?” Cash asks.
I don’t wait for his fingers to find the clasp. I flick it open and look at each of the Bradfords as they see my breasts for the first time.
Maybe it’s that they haven’t been with a woman for a while. Maybe that’s the reason they stare at my body like it’s the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.
Standing in just my jeans with so many eyes on me, I should feel vulnerable, but I don’t. There’s a strange sensation of power bubbling inside me. Power to bring these men to their knees. Power to ask for what I want and get it without restriction or negotiation.
I don’t wait for Cash to ask if they can touch me. I take Colt’s hand and bring it to my chest, gazing down as my breast disappears within his huge, warm, rough palm. Sawyer slides his hand up my spine so slowly, the melting feeling intensifies. Cary kisses the back of my neck while Cash and Scott watch. Cash had already had his hands and mouth of my body, so he’s standing back to give his brothers time, but with Scott, it’s something else. His eyes are on mine, unflinching. He wants to know what I like and what I don’t. He wants to see me undone so he can tear me apart all over again.
Sawyer is the one whose hand is first to touch my belly, just above the fastening of my jeans.
“Undo them,” I say.
“Shit,” he mutters, but despite the huskiness in his voice, he manages it with dexterity.
My hips are wide, and my thighs are thick, so it takes him effort to slide them down, effort that’s worth it in the end. When I’m standing in just my plain panties and nothing else, I’m suddenly uncertain.
What will happen next? Will I like it? Will I be good at it? Will I be enough?
But Sawyer’s hands on my waist are gentle, and his kisses are slow and sweet. Cary’s touches on my back are reverent, and Colt’s smile against my neck feels sweet. Cash is there, reaching for my hand and squeezing it reassuringly, and I slip into the sensations that bubble up inside me and surround me like a warm blanket.
I think it’s Colt who hooks his fingers into my panties. He waits for me to object, but I don’t, and after a few seconds, he begins to pull them down.
My mind skitters, my heart races, my blood rushes in my ears like the wind before a hurricane. Am I going to lose my virginity tonight? Will I say yes, and who will take it?
Too many questions fill my mind until Sawyer drops to his knees and kisses my navel and moves lower, nuzzling his face between my legs and using his big hands to urge me to widen my stance. When his tongue flicks my clit, my legs go to jelly, but Cary and Colt are behind me, using their strong arms to support me.
“Lay on the bed, Melanie,” Cash says. “Relax. Let us please you.”
It’s such a simple and blissful request, but even so, I blush hard.
It would be easier to crawl into the center of the bed, but I’m not in that place of confidence yet, so I sit on the edge and shuffle backward until my head is on the pillow. The Bradfords take that time to begin to remove their clothes until they are all naked from the waist up. Jeans are unbuttoned but not removed. Scott goes as far as unbuttoning his shirt, but something stops him from going further.
Cash lies next to me, his hand caressing my cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he says.
His kiss is like honey on my lips. His hand that plays with my hair and then moves lower to tease my nipple is feather-soft. His fingers slide down the center of my stomach, hesitating to go lower. I kiss him, trying to tell him it’s okay, wanting him to go further, and he does. That first stroke of his fingers through the soft hair at the apex of my thighs is bliss. Anticipation builds. Eyes are watching. I ease my legs apart, and a hand at my ankle finishes the job.
Cash touches me, and I close my eyes, drifting into the pleasure. Kisses pepper my thighs, hands stroke my arms, my breasts, my belly, searching and mapping all the hills and valleys of my body. The heat of a mouth replaces Cash’s fingers, and I moan as it sucks my clit, the tongue sliding through my folds and over my entrance. The pressure there is different. It’s less about immediate sensation and more about a longing for more.
Is craving to be filled something that’s normal?
Is a hunger for the weight and size of a man above me a thing that other women experience?
My hands grip the comforter, my mind drifting into fantasies of Cash settling between my legs, using his big cock to stretch me open, the look in his eyes when he’s all the way in. Deep. Deep. My knees draw up, the pleasure spreading. Fingers tug at my nipples, pleasure, and pain that trips a switch between my legs, and when I come, my back arches, stomach rippling with contractions.
Oh God.
I’m addicted to this feeling; the bright white light that shatters behind my eyes, the balloon that inflates in my mind, the deep low thud of my heart.
I’m addicted to the low rumble of male approval at my reaction and knowing that there could be so much more.
One man can get tired, but five men? Five can give and give and leave the receiving part until so much later.
“My turn,” a voice says, and the bed shifts. I don’t look at who’s leaving and who’s taking their place. My mind doesn’t care, and my body is greedy for more. This mouth is rougher, sucking harder, flicking my clit with the point of a rigid tongue. I’m so sensitive that I flinch, but it feels good. So good. My hand slides down into soft hair, gripping for a feeling of control.
“She likes it.”
“Yeah, she does,” Cash says proudly. I feel as though he’s showing me off like a favorite toy that he’s proud of.
“How much can she take?” someone asks.
“Who knows?” he says.
Who knows indeed! Not me. I have no idea how much pleasure I can take. No idea when it will feel too much or when my body will push back. Right now my pussy is like an everlasting ice cream sundae. Wetness trickles between the cheeks of my ass onto the sheets below, but I don’t care. All I want is more. More. More.
“Can I use my fingers?”
Fingers. I blink, looking down and finding Colt smiling up at me. His lips are wet with my arousal, his eyes blazing heat through the storm-cloud gray irises.
“She’s had nothing inside of her before,” Cash says. Turning to me, he asks, “Is it okay?”
I nod, breathless and dazed. Fingers can fill me. Fingers can take away the ache, but fingers will breach a place that’s never been breached before. There’s no going back once that’s done.
Five sets of eyes watch as Colt sucks his finger into his mouth, wetting it before he puts it between my legs. I’m pretty sure I’m wet enough down there, but at least he’s prepared. He strokes a circle around my entrance, teasing until I push against my feet to raise my hips off the bed. When he finally pushes inside me, I gasp.
Oh, his finger is thick and long, and the sensation is different. Strange and forbidden, my pussy bares down, holding him in place.
“She’s really tight,” he whispers. “Really tight.”
“She’ll stretch,” Cash says, ever confident of my ability to fit him and his brothers perfectly in every way. I’m not so sure.
How is it possible for a cock the size of Cash’s to fit inside me when a finger makes me feel like I’m full to the brim?
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Colt says softly. For the first time, there’s no cheeky smile on his face. His brow is furrowed, and his gray eyes wide.
“It’s okay,” I say. “It feels good.”
“Does it?” He twists his hand a little, and his knuckle grazes something inside me that makes my eyes roll.
“That’s it, right there,” Sawyer says. “Keep going with that.”
And he does. He really does. My toes curl, my fingers fist the sheets like I’m planning to tear them into shreds. His tongue taps my clit, and oh, oh. I’m lost.
By the time I come around, Colt is smiling again, his face painted with my arousal and a smug smirk that tells me just how pleased he is with himself.
“My turn,” Cary says.
“Maybe Melanie needs a break,” Cash says, stroking my sweat-slicked hair back from my face. I think he might be right. My whole pussy feels tender and swollen. Any more touching would push me too far.
I touch Cash’s chest, stroking over his rounded pectorals and the soft hair there, then lower, lower, until I reach the opened waistband of his jeans. I reach inside, taking hold of the only cock I’ve ever held, finding it hard and sweetly familiar.
“Oh fuck,” Cary mutters. “She’s going there?”
“She’s gone there before,” Cash says, his voice cracking with pleasure.
Around the room, belt buckles are loosened, and jeans are pushed down in anticipation. My eyes trail the strong thighs and tented underwear of the three men on the bed. Scott is the last one standing, still almost fully clothed.
He’s not tempted enough yet, I think. Or maybe he thinks I’ll drag him to get him involved as I did in the kitchen. Maybe that’s how it will always be between us: him hanging back looking wounded and angry and me reaching to pull him close.
Cary moves closer, and I reach out for him, finding that I can easily wrap my fingers around another cock and move in the same way to bring pleasure. They’re so similar there too; equally long and thick, like velvet over a core of steel.
“Do you want to taste?” Colt asks, his hand already wrapped around his own cock, pulling it to mirror my actions with his brothers.
Taste? He wants me to lick him like he licked me. Would I like that? I don’t know.
Nodding, I watch as he moves closer, kneeling between my spread legs. He leans forward, tapping his cock against my lips, and I lick out, finding the head of his cock as smooth as silk.
When he pushes forward into my mouth, it takes me a minute to adjust. My jaw hurts immediately because I have to open my mouth so wide to accommodate him. He’s looking down, watching, his cheeks flushed and eyelids hooded. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he smiles. “Just like that.”
“I told you Melanie was perfect,” Cash says, his hand on my wrist urging me to move faster.
My eyes start to water as Colt pushes in deeper, hitting the back of my throat but not in a way that’s unmanageable. This shouldn’t feel so good. I should feel used, shouldn’t I? Three men are taking pleasure from me at once, but there is nothing sordid about it. Instead, I feel powerful and desirable. When Colt’s hand cups my cheek, I feel cherished. When Sawyer mutters profanities under his breath, watching everything and waiting his turn, I feel sexy and wanton.
How have I waited so long to experience this?
I don’t know, but now that I have, there’s no turning back.
I want everything, and I’m going to get it, no matter what.