Hard 5 by Stephanie Brother
32
We don’t clean up the house that night. Someone has mended the front door enough to secure it, and we all walk through the wreckage of the kitchen and up the stairs as though nothing is amiss. I guess nothing that matters really is.
Big Boy slumps into his bed, happy to be home, and I feel the same.
I don’t ask about what happened after I left. I assume that the cops have arrested Jethro and his wayward family members, and I’ll find out more tomorrow when daylight illuminates this house and we all awake to a new day.
But now, there is something more pressing.
I know they’re thinking it too.
We were almost broken. Circumstances got the better of us and fractured this relationship we’ve been building, and now we need to mend the breaks and re-establish the bond.
Cash leads me to my room, the only one where the mattress is still in place on the bed and the covers are neatly arranged. All the discarded clothes are packed into my suitcase. Scott places it by the dresser where it rested earlier.
In here, things feel orderly and calm, but inside I’m anything but. My heart is pounding, and butterflies seem to be trying to escape from my belly. Gazing around at the five men who surround me, I feel so tiny and insubstantial. They’ve discarded their hats and boots but are still dressed in their work clothes. Cash has ash on his cheek, and Colt has some on this neck. Sawyer’s pocket was torn from his shirt, and Scott’s knuckles are bruised and bleeding. Cary has a black eye that is blooming. None of this was noticeable until we all came into the light.
“What happened to you?” I say, reaching out to Cary’s face.
“None of that matters now,” he mutters, leaning in to kiss my lips. Caressing his cheek gently, I show him that I’m sorry for his pain. Sorry for any part I had to play in it.
It doesn’t take me long to unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders. He’s wearing a white undershirt that I lift too, needing to feel his warm skin and run my hands over the muscles of his chest. Being close to these men is what I need to feel grounded again.
Behind me, someone kisses my neck. Fingers find the buttons to my shirt, unbuttoning it and removing it before I have a chance to assist. Beneath, I’m wearing another long-sleeved shirt for warmth, and someone snorts at the effort to tug this over my head and then laughs at the tank they find beneath. “It’s like opening a Russian doll,” Sawyer says, trailing his fingers lightly down my spine until I shiver.
“She’s worth the wait,” Scott says huskily. Cary moves to the side, and Scott leans in to kiss my lips.
“You looked so angry with me,” I whisper as he grips my face, staring into my eyes.
“I wasn’t angry with you, Melanie. I was frustrated and worried for the herd. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. That wasn’t my intention.”
“I’m sorry too.” Kissing his sore knuckles elicits a soft sigh from his lips. I unbutton his shirt, too, while all around me, the rustle of clothing shedding is the only sound in the room. I remove my jeans and stand before them in my plain and practical underwear as they gaze at me with wide eyes. I wish I had something better to wear for them. I wish that tonight could be like in the movies, but as my men move to touch me, I realize that real life is so much better.
Finding someone who accepts you…loves you…for exactly who you are is the best feeling.
These men don’t need black lace or stockings. They don’t need me to have a perfect Instagram-ready body or hair like in a shampoo advert. They’re not bothered that I probably have straw in my hair. All they care about is showing me that they want me…that they love me. And that’s what I need to show them too.
This is the first time that we’re all going to be together this way. The first time I’ll get to feel them inside me, knowing their brothers are next to us too. The thought sends a shiver through my body and a wave of gooseflesh across my skin.
I’m urged back by Scott’s kisses until the backs of my legs are pressed against the bed. “Lie down,” he says. “Let us please you.”
I want to tell him that they do. So much. Not just physically but emotionally too. They make me laugh and fill me with hope. That’s just as pleasing to me as anything their tongues can do between my legs. And oh, their tongues get to work. Scott is first, burying his face between my raised thighs, tugging the cotton of my panties aside. He groans as he tastes me, his eyes rolling with pleasure. Cash unsnaps my bra, and immediately his tongue teases my nipple, flicking and then sucking in a rhythm that matches Scott’s. Colt kneels next to me, kissing me deeply, his hand gripped into my hair, angling my head to his perfect position.
To the left and right, my hand is wrapped around hard, smooth cocks as Sawyer and Cary seek pleasure from my touch.
I am just one woman, but I’m enough for all of these men.
There is so much power in that realization.
So much freedom.
As Scott’s tongue flicks harder, my legs begin to tremble. Moaning against Colt’s mouth, I grip his brothers tighter.
“She’s getting close,” Cash says. “Don’t stop.”
If I wasn’t already kissing Colt, I’d be pulling Cash in, so grateful for his voicing exactly the words I wanted to say because, oh…oh…I’m so close. All I need is…
Scott stops, and for a few seconds, I’m left on the precipice, my legs rigid, my hands clutched so tightly that both Sayer and Cary groan, then he’s pushing inside me in one, punishing thrust, and I’m coming and coming and coming, contracting as he thrusts into me hard enough to make my eyes water.
“That’s it, Melanie,” he croons. “That’s it.”
“Fuck,” Sawyer says, his hand cupping my wrist and encouraging me to let go. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that, and I want to do it inside you.”
I want that too. So much. I want them to fill me to the brim so that I can relish the feeling of it all leaking out. I want them to own my body the way they’ve come to own my heart.
Scott folds my legs up against my chest, grunting at the deeper penetration, just as Colt pulls back from giving me the sweetest kisses so that he can stroke my bottom lip with his cock.
Oh God, he tastes good. Salt-sweet and hot on my tongue, and the tremble in his hand that rests against my cheek tells me he feels as undone as I am.
But I know I can put him back together again, just like he has to me.
Scott’s hips roll, his cock hammering a place inside me that makes me grunt. Cash’s licks of my nipple are alternating between gentle and sweet and harsh and hungry.
“Oh fuck,” Scott shouts, rooting deep inside me as he swells and releases, and I groan with pleasure around Colt’s cock.
One down.
One man brought to his knees by pleasure—four more to go.
“Wait,” Cary says. “Let her sit up.”
All the hands that grip me and caress me are pulled back, and Cary helps me to rise. I’m confused, but when he takes position behind me, I understand what this is. Like this, his hands can roam my body while his brothers take their turns. Like this, his rigid cock rests into the crease of my ass, shifting against me as Sawyer thrusts. And boy, does he thrust.
His eyes are screwed closed with concentration, and like this, he appears so much like his twin that my heart aches. Two boys, cut from the same cloth. Two boys who are mine.
Scott is reclining on the bed, his hand cupped around his softening cock, his sweat-slicked chest still rising and falling. “That’s it, Sawyer,” he mutters. “Fuck her.”
“Shit.” Sawyer grits his teeth, setting an even more punishing rhythm at his brother’s request, and all the while, Cary’s hands squeeze my breasts, tweak my nipples, and then slide between my body and his brother's so he can play with my clit.
Pleasure like lightning whips between my legs, and I writhe between Cary and Sawyer, loving the sensation of being held between two huge men.
“SHIT!” Sawyer shouts as my pussy begins to contract around him. As I come, I can’t make a sound. My lips stick to my teeth as my mouth stretches in ecstasy.
Someone else swears, the sight of our combined pleasure as overwhelming for onlookers as it is for us. When Sawyer flops over me, pressing a blissful kiss to my lips, I thread my fingers through his curls and cup the face of the man who made me tremble.
As he pulls out, wetness trickles between my ass cheeks. I reach down to feel it, finding my pussy swollen with pleasure and deliciously slippery. Whoever is going next won’t find any resistance.
“Want to try and take two?” Colt asks me, stroking my cheek.
“Two?” My voice is weak and confused, but after I’ve uttered the question, I think I get what he means.
“Roll over and sit on Cary. I’ll show you.” Colt helps me to rise, encouraging me to turn so that I’m straddling Cary’s lap. His cock is standing hard and proud, and I slide down on it, my eyes never leaving his. “That’s it,” Colt says from behind me as Cary’s face relaxes. Colt strokes down my back, urging me to lean forward into Cary’s waiting arms. His hands roam my ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he moves closer. “Just relax.”
Relax?
I can feel his cock sliding through the cheeks of my ass. He’s not going there, is he? I’m definitely not ready for that. Although it feels good when he strokes over my taint. So good that a little sigh leaves my lips.
“That’s it, baby,” Cary says gently. “Breathe. Colt will be gentle.”
As he says it, Colt’s cock notches at my entrance next to his brother’s. “I’ll go slow,” he says, holding my waist to keep me in place. “I’ll go slow, and you relax, and it’s going to feel amazing.”
Amazing?
But they’re so big and I’m so tiny. Is he seriously thinking he can push inside me too? I already feel as though I’m stretched to capacity but the pressure feels good and I want to please them. If they think it’ll work, I’ll trust them.
Colt’s not wrong. I breathe slowly as Cary’s hands stroke over my back. Colt leans in, using his weight to force me open more than I thought could be possible, but it is. It works and he’s inside me, and it’s bliss. I swear I see stars as he starts to move, grinding into me slowly as Cary struggles to stay still.
“Fuck that looks good,” Scott says. My eyes meet his and he’s shaking his head with appreciation, his fist wrapped around his already-hard cock. Did he not have enough? I don’t think I’ll have it in me to give him more.
“You’re beautiful,” Cary whispers in my ear. “So perfect for us. So right.”
“We’re gonna make you feel so good,” Colt says from behind me, smoothing his rough palm over my sensitized skin. I didn’t think it would be possible for him to be right but he is. Pressed so hard against Cary’s pelvis, my ravaged clit is already sending buzzes of pleasure, and two cocks inside me are sliding over the little bundle of nerves that brings it all together.
“I think she’s going to come,” Cary says, and then I do, as though his words have yanked the pleasure from deep in my soul. I’m trembling and shaking as Colt and Cary seek their release. Just as in life, they’re synchronized in sex, coming simultaneously and stretching me open even more.
I’m sweat slicked and ravaged, panting and overwhelmed. They slide from my body, their seed spilling on the covers beneath me, and gently roll me onto my side. Up in the stratosphere somewhere, I don’t hear what they’re saying. I don’t feel their touch or care about anything other than floating in sensation. It takes time for me to come back to earth and when I do, Cash is behind me, with his arms wrapping me up so I’m surrounded by his embrace.
“Melanie,” he whispers. “Are you okay?” I nod, my mouth too dry to speak and he kisses me on the neck reassuringly. “Have you had enough?”
This time I shake my head, and his lips find my neck again. His warm breath tickles my skin as he shifts his hips and pushes inside me in one thrust, and all of a sudden, I’m needy again.
I know I don’t have much experience—well, any experience outside of these men—but I don’t know how women cope being with just one man. What if they’re needy again, and he doesn’t have the energy to go a second time? I’m never going to have that problem.
Cash shifts, bringing a hand down to grip my hip. I roll myself against him, clutching my pussy tight to increase the intensity for both of us. His fingers play with my nipples, but then Scott shifts closer, his face leveling with mine. “I love watching you fuck. You get this look on your face…like you’ve gone somewhere else.”
His lips find mine, kissing me teasingly, sucking on my bottom lips until I’m moaning. Oh God, it’s too much. Too good being surrounded by these men. Too amazing to know that this is what they want, and this is what will always be. Too amazing to have found my home here, of all places.
Fate played a funny hand. She took me low, only to send me higher than I ever imagined.
Scott’s finger searches out my clit, circling it gently. It’s as though he knows it’s too sensitive to touch directly, but he’s still determined to give me more pleasure.
Cash’s breathing is ragged, his big body jerking into mine with little finesse. We’re all too far gone at this point to care about gripping each other’s flesh too hard or worrying about the sweat coating our bodies. I’m too pleasure soaked to think about how sticky I am between my thighs or how much stickier I will get once Cash comes.
But what I’m not too out of it to know is how much I love these men. How much I feel treasured between them. How much I know we are meant to be.
And as I come, and Cash comes, and Scott sighs with satisfaction…as Colt, Cary, and Sawyer join us on the ridiculously small bed…I know one thing for sure.
Make that two.
The first is that I had to fall onto my knees to truly appreciate standing tall surrounded by these men.
The second is, we’re going to need a bigger bed.