The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Brayden snuggled up beside her, pushing up her camisole. His soft “Mmm…” was the only warning she had when he latched onto a nipple and began to suck. Geneva normally felt “fiddled with” when a man used his fingers or tongue on her, but Brayden’s ministrations soon had her arching her back, thrusting her breast against his mouth. When Rhys nudged between her knees, she spread her legs like a total slut. The stubble on his chin felt rough, but his long blond hair tickled her inner thighs as his tongue found her aching clit, promising sweet relief. A second mouth claimed her other breast. Apparently Nigel had regained his strength. Sean eased out from behind her—to kiss her, she thought—but straddled her head instead, his nuts suspended just above her lips. Guiding his hips with her hands, she eased him down and rocked him sideways, dragging his balls over her face while his cock dripped on her chest and neck.

Teasing his nuts with the tip of her tongue, Geneva was rewarded with a groan escaping Sean’s throat. As he thrust his hips forward, she opened her mouth, allowing his testicles to drop inside it. He rose and fell, fucking her mouth with his balls, and Geneva thought she’d go mad between that and the combined efforts of the other three men. Their tongues had swirled and teased her most sensitive points almost to the breaking point when Sean moved back to press his cockhead down against her lips. Knowing him to be a somewhat taciturn man, she was a little surprised to hear his raspy, “Suck my dick.”

The strain in his voice reflected his slipping control. Geneva teetered on the brink herself, but she managed to do as he asked. When Sean let out a yell, she crashed into orgasm, losing her hold on his cock as her body imploded. Warm spurts of semen landed between her breasts, some of it hitting Brayden in the face. At least, she assumed it hit him in the face because he let go of her breast with a near-orgasmic groan himself.

Rising up on his hands and knees, Brayden lapped the semen from her chest and then crawled over her to spit it onto her still-spasming clitoris. “I’m fucking her now, Rhys, so get your bum out of the way.”

Brayden scooped her legs up and pressed his cockhead against her entrance. “I’ll try to be careful, Gen, but I haven’t fucked anybody in forever, so I can’t make any promises. Hold on, I’m comin’ in.”

Rhys handed him the lube, and he squirted it on his penis, the cool liquid running down his cock to her hot pussy lips. He pushed inside very slowly before withdrawing gently. He filled her like no other man ever had, stretching, pushing, making a home for himself inside her. When he finally touched bottom, he still had cock left over. Geneva suspected he might make her passage deeper with time, and she looked forward to the day when he could be balls-deep in her.

Brayden fucked like he danced, with surprising finesse, and though the rhythms were the sort one might expect from a drummer, his enjoyment was pure Brayden. “This feels fuckin’ marvelous! Great pussy, Gen—always knew it would be.
Ooh.
Rhys is right. I want to go last sometime. Your sweet pussy full of all my guys’ hot cum, my prick pumping more into you… Oh,
fuck…
”

Rhys slapped him on the ass. “What d’you say we give her a double?”

Brayden’s expression of bliss changed swiftly to a broad, devious grin. “You wanna be top or bottom?”

“Top,” Rhys said with another slap on Brayden’s buns.

“Stop that,” Brayden snapped. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“I think I’d like to see that,” Geneva said.

Rhys grinned. “All you have to do is turn him over your knee and paddle his butt and he’ll spooge in your lap.”

Geneva nearly spooged herself. “I–I’ll have to try that sometime.”

“Oh, please do,” Brayden said with a dreamy smile. “Once a day and twice on Saturdays.”

Nigel raised his head from where it lay nestled against her breast. “Like I told you. He’s insatiable.”

Geneva gasped as Brayden delivered a slightly deeper thrust. She ran a hand through Nigel’s tumbled locks, hugging him close. “Glad to know you can still talk.”

Nigel sighed. “Not only can I talk, but I’m pretty sure I’m ready for another go.”

Brayden pulled her feet up to rest on his shoulders. “If we take turns, we could keep going indefinitely.”

If this kept up, sleep obviously wouldn’t be on the agenda. “No.” Geneva was firm. “There have to be some ground rules, and rule number one is that when I want to sleep, you boys
have
to let me sleep. Otherwise, I get
very
cranky.”

Brayden backed out. “Okay, then, let’s get this show on the road.” He flopped over onto his back, his arms and legs spread wide. “Come and sit on my prick, Gen. That way Rhys can fuck your butt while you suck Nigel. Sean gets to watch this time.”

Chapter 5

The trick would be to avoid hurting herself when she sat down on him. “Might be best to lay on you.”

Brayden nodded. “Yeah, Rhys can get to your ass better that way.”

Obviously, he hadn’t grasped the true nature of the problem. Geneva rolled over and eased down on top of him. “Too heavy?”

“Not a bit!” Brayden was even cuter up close—freckles, tousled red hair, wide grin. His cheeks might have been smoother than Rhys’s, but the wicked sparkle in his sea-green eyes certainly didn’t belong to an innocent boy. Taking advantage of her position, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. His lips were full and soft, his tongue a sensuous delight, and he tasted like, well…like he’d been sucking cock—which wasn’t a bad thing, at least not in Geneva’s opinion.

Given his size, Geneva wasn’t sure how to maneuver him inside. When she began to back up, however, she felt another pair of hands on her hips, guiding her.

“Hold it right there,” Rhys said, and shifted a hand to her lower back.

Her suspicions as to where his other hand went were confirmed with Brayden’s giggle. “He’s got my willy.”

“There you go, Gen,” Rhys said. “Ease back a bit more and you’ll have him.”

Brayden’s blunt head rested between her labia, and she shifted side to side, working her way onto the huge penis Rhys held for her. Brayden added a little help of his own with a slow, sinuous pelvic thrust.

A soft moan drew her attention to Sean, who lay propped up on several pillows against the headboard. He held his cock in one hand while the other cradled his sac, but the white-hot lust in his eyes was what made her gasp.

“He really likes to watch,” Brayden said, following her gaze. “The pervert.”

Geneva burst out laughing. “Isn’t that a case of the pot calling the kettle black?”

“Maybe,” Brayden conceded. “You should see him when Rhys and Nigel do me. He comes all over himself.”

Sean was unapologetic. “I like the visual.”

The sight of Sean working his meat was rather stimulating to Geneva as well, until a hand passed in front of her face and captured her cheek, pulling her head in the opposite direction. Nigel had obviously meant it when he said he was ready for another go. Kneeling near her shoulder, his luscious cock was right there in front of her face, and as he spread his knees farther apart, his balls swayed enticingly. Her core contracted with a violent spasm. “I guess I like the visual too.”

“He does have a nice dick,” Brayden agreed. He waggled his eyebrows. “Wanna suck him together like we did before?”

Nigel shook his head. “Just keep kissing each other.”

This was no hardship for Geneva, and she cupped Brayden’s head in her hands, driving her fingers through his thick hair as she delved deeply into his mouth. A nudge against her cheek drew her attention as Nigel slid his cock into the kiss, painting their tongues with his slick sauce.

Brayden groaned and the bed rocked as Sean moved to a better vantage point. “Can’t miss this,” he said. “C’mon, Rhys. Fuck her ass.”

Cool lubricant ran over her anus, followed closely by the hot, blunt head of Rhys’s penis. It seemed that his charm didn’t end with his ability as a talker. He teased and probed, pushed and retreated, doing his best to convince her that he was about to take her to the greatest heights of ecstasy. “Luscious Genny-luv,” he whispered. “You feel so tight and wet. Love the way you feel, the way you look… Ohhh… Mmm… Yeah. Right…
there.”

Her head snapped back, and her mouth flew open as Rhys slid balls-deep into her ass. Taking advantage of her position, Nigel moved around to straddle Brayden’s head, his cock gliding into her mouth.

Geneva nearly fainted. Her every orifice was now filled with hard, fucking cock. Sean was going wild, one fist pumping up and down his shaft while the other massaged his nuts. Brayden braced his palms against her shoulders, holding her up for Nigel.

Nigel cradled her head in his hands as he gently fucked her mouth. “Been wantin’ to feel you sucking me for a long, long time, Gen. Just to see you with my dick in your mouth, your eyes looking up at me—just like that. Ohh…
fuck.
Mmm, that’s it, Bray. Lick my nuts.”

It was a good thing they were all holding her. Without their support, Geneva would’ve collapsed. Brayden’s thick cock was at the perfect angle to keep him from thrusting too deep. Rhys added more lube, his dick filling her ass while it stroked against Brayden.

“It’s all so fuckin’ good,” Rhys gasped. “Bray’s cock, your tight ass.” She could feel the tension in him, the restraint it took to keep from slamming in as hard as he could. Somehow, he managed it, though, rocking into her with an extra measure of finesse that was purely for her enjoyment.

Rhys and Brayden took up a rhythm, sometimes alternating thrusts and sometimes in unison, but always in perfect harmony. Geneva didn’t know how much more she could take. Her mind and body both felt like they were about to fly apart. Just as the first spurt of Nigel’s semen flooded the back of her throat, her orgasm erupted. Turning her head, she let go of Nigel’s still-spewing cock, his hot cum spraying her tits. She let out a sob, bucking against Rhys before sitting down hard on Brayden.

Her eyes flew open as the first droplets hit her face. Sean was on his knees, gripping his red-hot cock, firing off a round that hit her right in the mouth. Warm cream dripped from her chin onto Brayden’s chest, and his climax followed instantly. He let out a yell as his hips rose up off the bed.

Brayden’s deeper penetration must’ve hit Rhys because he inhaled sharply, grinding out, “I’m gonna come in your ass.” His cock spilled into her, the creaminess of his semen compounding her pleasure as he continued in a nearly frictionless glide in and out of her tight, muscular ring.

Brayden eased her down onto his chest and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Oh, Gen. That was fuckin’ incredible.”

As Rhys withdrew, his abrupt departure set off even more fireworks within her overstimulated body. She sighed against Brayden’s neck. “I may never be the same again.”

“Me, either, luv,” Rhys said. “That was…indescribable.”

Nigel rolled her over onto her back, her head pillowed on Brayden’s outstretched arm. As he leaned down for a kiss, she caught one brief glimpse of his eyes, their passionate fire now banked down to a warm glow. His lips caressed hers lovingly as his fingers traced the contours of her face. “Even if this is the only night we ever have with you, we love you, Gen. Don’t ever forget that.”

Geneva nodded. “I won’t.”

Brayden curled his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “She’s not leaving yet. We have to de-spunk her.”

Geneva could hardly wait to hear this one. “De-spunk?”

“Yeah. In the shower.” Brayden traced a fingertip through the droplets of semen on her chest. “Gotta wash the spunk off you.”

“I think we
all
need to be de-spunked,” Rhys said. “That is, if I can still walk.”

Nigel backed off the side of the bed. With a courtly bow, he held out his hand. “If m’lady will allow us the privilege of assisting with her bath?”

Geneva chuckled and took his hand. “Well, if you’re gonna put it like
that…”

“What? De-spunking isn’t—”

“Hush up, ginger balls,” Rhys said, putting a finger to Brayden’s lips.

“Ginger balls?”
This sounded even more interesting than de-spunking.

“Ginger hair means ginger balls,” Rhys explained. “You know…red hair, red pubes, tasty nuts?”

Geneva shook her head in wonder. “Just when I think I’ve heard every bizarre expression you Brits can come up with, you zing me with another one.”

“True.” Rhys rolled off the bed and took her other hand. “You’ve got to remember we’ve had more time to get creative with the language than you Yanks.”