The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

He wasn’t kidding. The tile work should’ve been in the Louvre. Even more incredibly, it was spotless. Everything had the unmistakable gleam of something that had been painstakingly crafted and then cared for with pride. Her apartment looked like a pigsty in comparison. Well, maybe not
that
bad, but certainly nothing like this.

The shining wood floors were accented with hand-woven rugs, and the stuccoed walls were painted white. “Bet you guys have wanted to tear into the pub for years.”

“It
could
use a bit of work,” Nigel conceded. “’Specially the restrooms.
Really
pathetic.”

“Believe me, I know,” Geneva said miserably. “The plumbing is in terrible shape.”

Nigel’s smoldering gaze could’ve melted copper pipes. “Play your cards right and I might work on it—for a substantially reduced fee.”

“Ah, so now you’re trying to bribe me.”

“No, we are not,” Sean said, putting emphasis on each word.

“Though there
would
be certain…benefits,” Rhys admitted.

All she could do was nod. She felt a bit like Renée Zellweger’s character in
Jerry Maguire,
but instead of
“You had me at hello,” Geneva suspected they’d had her at “plumber.”

“So, Geneva,” Sean asked quietly. “How d’you like the house?”

Geneva heard another echo—that of Elizabeth Bennet’s Aunt Gardiner asking if she liked the house at Pemberly… “What’s not to like?”

She was still staring at the bathroom, thinking about showering with all four of them, when Brayden interrupted her thoughts. “Ready to try out the bed?”

Geneva bit back a gasp as he darted past her and jumped onto the bed. Naked.

Rhys snickered. “We can’t take him
anywhere…”

“Oh, come on,” Brayden implored. “She can look at the house later. In
daylight.
If we don’t nail her soon, she’s gonna get so fuckin’ bored she’ll walk out—or fall asleep.” He paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually, I’d much rather she walked out. Less embarrassing for everyone.”

Geneva didn’t comment. She’d found something else to stare at—something that rendered her momentarily incapable of coherent thought, let alone speech.

Nigel’s lips brushed her ear. “Told you it was huge, didn’t I?”

“P–please tell me someone else is going to fuck my ass. Don’t think I could take that.”

Brayden roared with laughter. “That’s why I’m a fuckin’
bottom,
Gen!
Nobody
wants this puppy in their asshole—well, none of these guys, anyway.”

Geneva wasn’t sure she wanted it vaginally or orally, either. It would probably take two hands just to jack him off. “What do they
do
with you?”

“Sean’s got really big hands. Hadn’t you noticed?”

She glanced at Sean, who waved at her a bit sheepishly. Wide palms, long fingers. Yeah. Big hands.

“Listen, if you’d lick me while he wanked me off,” Brayden went on, “well, I’d be perfectly happy.”

Rhys nearly choked. “If you believe
that…”

“He’s insatiable,” Nigel confided.

Geneva blinked a few times and moved closer to the bed. If a woman could stretch enough to give birth to a child, then surely… “I suppose I could
try
it, but it would take a really good lubricant and a lot of patience.”

Brayden already had his hands on his cock, stroking it, but as soon as she’d spoken, his head lolled back and he gave her a dreamy smile. She half expected him to ejaculate. “Thanks, Gen. I always knew you were the perfect woman.”

“None of us is gonna last long anyway,” Rhys admitted. “At least, not the first time. Might start with the smallest and work your way up to Brayden.”

“You mean I’ll be fuckin’
last?
” Brayden exclaimed. “No way!”

Nigel snorted. “If you put it that way, none of us is gonna volunteer to go
first,
either.”

“That’s not too surprising,” Geneva said dryly. “How do you guys usually decide these things?”

“No planning,” said Nigel. “We all get naked and hop in bed. The rest of it just…happens.”

Geneva nodded slowly, still slightly mesmerized by Brayden’s stiff rod. Granted, it was big, but at least it wasn’t grotesque. As penises went, it was quite beautiful, if a bit daunting. It would’ve made Hugh’s look like a Sharpie.

“Think of it, Bray,” Rhys encouraged. “You’d get to have sloppy
fourths.”

Brayden appeared to consider this. “Sounds luscious, but I still think I should go first this time. After all, I
was
the first one in bed.”

Geneva tore her eyes away from Brayden’s cock for a moment to clear her head. Once her thoughts were a bit more settled, she realized that this was her show, her call, and her choice.
Someone
had to get things started.

Crooking a finger at Brayden, she sat down on the side of the bed.

Brayden’s eyes lit up, and he scooted over to her. As soon as it was in range, she took his cock in her hand—or tried to. “Wow. Not sure I could get
any
of that in my mouth. By the way, whose dick drools the most?”

Sean waved again.

“Well, then, that’s the one I want to suck.”

The remaining three exchanged quick glances and immediately began stripping off their clothes.

Geneva felt like she’d stumbled onto the set of a porno flick. “Holy moly! You’re
all
huge.”

Rhys strolled toward her, his bobbing member leading the way. Geneva retained enough of her wits to note that he was, indeed, a natural blond, but that was about the extent of her assessment. “Nope, I’m tiny, which means I get to go first.”

“Tiny isn’t the word I’d use.” She glanced at Sean, whose pre-cum was already oozing from the slit of the most delectable sucker she’d ever seen. She let out an involuntary,
“Oh,”
and then focused her eyes on Nigel.

Easily the slenderest of the four, he had balls that brushed his thighs and a dark treasure trail that led from a nice, furry chest to a nest of dark curls framing a long prick with a perfectly sculpted head. Not only was it plum-shaped, it was also purple.

Geneva gazed at them longingly, feeling a growing ache down deep inside her. Sean made the first move, stepping right up in front her, gliding his syrupy head across her cheek to her lips. Still holding Brayden’s cock in her hand, her lips parted, and Sean eased inside, coating her tongue with his slick sauce. His cock was the perfect size for sucking, and he tasted like hot, delicious man.

Nigel was closest to her free hand, and she reached out to fondle his big, dangling nuts. She lifted them in her palm, feeling their weight—heavy, succulent, and completely irresistible. She let go of Sean and leaned closer to Nigel, her mouth open wide. Cupping his rocks in her hand, she sucked them in, bathing his scrotal skin with Sean’s slick syrup. Her own juice pooled between her labia, and her clitoris twitched as Nigel put his hands on his hips, thrusting them forward.

Brayden heaved a blissful sigh. “Blimey… She likes to suck balls. Fuckin’
perfect…
”

“Oh, she’s perfect, all right,” Rhys agreed. “Except for one minor detail. She’s still dressed.”

“I can fix that, no problem.” Brayden took hold of the hem of her sweater and lifted it. “She has to let go of Nigel’s jewels first.”

“Leave her dressed,” Nigel hissed. Grinding his groin in Geneva’s face, he let out a gasp. “Will somebody
please
suck my dick?”

Brayden chuckled and leaned over Geneva’s shoulder, licking his lips. “Mmm… Nigel’s sweet willy. Yum.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brayden go down on Nigel’s hot meat. Sizzling need sliced through her, and she grabbed Sean’s dripping cock, sliding her hand from tip to balls in one long, slow, twisting motion.

She couldn’t see Rhys, but she could hear him moving around behind Nigel. “Everyone hold still for a sec.” A sharp snap was followed by a wet, sucking sound. “Just let me get lubed up and I’ll be right there with you.”

* * * *

Nigel let out a whimper as Rhys began pumping into his ass, a whimper Sean silenced with a kiss and a tongue down his throat—which was almost as good as sucking his cock. Nigel had been triple-teamed before, but this assault on his senses overwhelmed him to the point that he could barely stand. When his knees finally gave way, Geneva let go of Sean to wrap her arms around his thighs, pulling him close so his knees rested against the bed. Rhys gripped his butt cheeks, holding him up. Rhys could fuck with the best of them, but what Brayden and Geneva were doing topped even that.

He could barely see her, but just knowing she was there excited him beyond belief. As his mind focused on her tongue swirling over his balls, Rhys slowed the tempo. Brayden and Geneva matched his rhythm. Suck in…glide out…suck in…glide out. Over and over again—he’d go mad if they didn’t finish him soon.

Geneva broke the cadence, lurching forward with a moan, her face smashing into his groin. In the split second before his mind registered what had happened, Nigel’s balls contracted, shooting jets of cream into Brayden’s mouth.

“Did you see that?” Brayden’s voice was slightly garbled from talking with his mouth full. “She had a fuckin’ orgasm just from sucking your nuts!”

Brayden hooked an arm around Geneva’s waist and dragged her farther onto the bed. Her body was still doubled over, rocking with spasms. Rolling her onto her back, Brayden reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. He was spitting cum into his hand and applying it to his cock when Rhys backed off, slapping Nigel on the ass.

“Be right back,” he said, and disappeared, presumably to wash up.

Nigel crawled onto the bed and collapsed. He
might
have the strength to keep his eyes open to watch. Then again, he might not…

* * * *

Geneva opened her eyes to see Brayden’s face suspended above hers. “We really sucked the snot out of him, didn’t we, Gen?”

“Totally wasted,” Sean agreed from somewhere to her right.

Lifting her head slightly, she peered to her left. Nigel was sprawled on the bed next to her like a wet rag. She felt a bit like that herself.

Brayden tugged at her sweater. “Can we take your clothes off now?”

“Please do,” Geneva murmured. “S’prised you haven’t done it already.”

“Well, I did take your undies off, but—”

“What’d I miss?” Rhys said, hopping onto the bed.

“Not a damn thing,” Brayden said cheerfully. “Help me get her undressed.”

“I saw you slathering cum on your dick,” Rhys said. “You really are intending to go first, aren’t you?”

“Not necessarily,” Brayden protested. “I mean, I can do her pussy, you can do her ass, and she can suck Sean’s dick. All at the same time.”

Geneva moaned. She’d already come so hard her abdominal muscles would be sore for days. By the time they were done with her, she’d probably feel like she’d given birth and had a colonoscopy at the same time. “What was I
thinking?
”

Sean’s concerned face replaced Brayden’s. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”

“Second, third, and fourth thoughts, actually. Check out what the four of us did to Nigel. He could pass for a bag of rocks. I’ll probably end up looking like a dead cat.”

“Eww!” Brayden exclaimed. “You could
never
look like that!”

“You’ve never seen me in the morning before my first cup of tea.”

“No, but I plan to,” Rhys said. He pulled her sweater off over her head. “Every day for the rest of your life.”

Sean pulled her head and shoulders into his lap, his cock gliding over her cheek as he settled her in place. Brayden was removing her socks and leg warmers. She wasn’t sure just when she’d lost her shoes and her skirt, but they were gone. Down to her camisole and half-slip, Brayden sat back on his heels, raking his eyes up and down her body. “Blimey, you are
so
fuckin’ hot…”

“Actually, I’m a bit chilly,” Geneva murmured, though she wasn’t sure the room temperature was responsible for the condition of her nipples.

“Don’t worry about that, luv,” Rhys said. “We’ll keep you warm.”