Page 115 of Second Sets Omnibus

“You’re good?” he asks, gently pulling his boxers down and kicking them to the side. I nod, breathlessly unable to answer as the tip of his dick slowly works into my pussy, and he grunts. “Oh, f-f-f-uck,” he mutters, leaning his forehead against mine. “You feel exceptional, Little Star.”

“Aw, my little Callum is all grown up. But now, you gotta get a move on, man. My dick has an appointment with her mouth in five seconds,” Rad grumbles, standing tall on the table, stroking himself while patiently waiting for Callum to pull away from my face.

Callum grumbles under his breath, pressing one last kiss to my lips. Pulling back, he snaps his hips forward, sending lightning bolts throughout my body. I silently scream through the sensation, but as soon as my mouth pops open, Rad seizes the opportunity and acts as my gag before any noise can push through my lips.

“Jesus fucking hell,” Kieran curses, barely moving beneath me. “This… this is something that… fuck,” he grunts, holding my hips with bruising force until he’s burying his face in my neck, thrusting up into me.

“Jesus. I don’t know how long I can last,” Callum mutters, moving in unison with Kieran and Rad.

“Don’t hold back, boys. We have all night to tie her up and come in her, on her, and everywhere,” Asher rasps from somewhere in front of us, sounding like a ghost in the shadows, enjoying his view.

Callum’s the first to go, frozen in time as his mouth hangs open and his thrusts stop, depositing his come deep inside me and mixing with Asher’s, painting my fluttering pussy walls.

“Shit,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek and pulling out. Slowly, he stumbles back, plopping into a chair with a dazed look on his face.

“And just like that, one down, two to go,” Rad grunts, working his dick in and out of my lips at a steady pace.

“Fuck this. I gotta move better than this, man,” Kieran grunts, wrapping his arms around my body. Rad’s dick is forced from my mouth as Kieran leans my front side over the edge of the table again and pounds into me repeatedly. “Fuck yes,” he grunts one last time, pulling out until the heat of his cum spreads all over my ass cheeks.

“Move, dickhead. It’s my turn now,” Rad proclaims, practically jumping down from the table and pushing Kieran out of the way. “You’re mine now, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, swiping my hair over my shoulder and kissing my flesh. “You’re still good?” he murmurs, teasing his tip through my folds until I nod. “Good girl,” he says, groaning when he entirely pushes inside and gently thrusts in and out, savoring the feel of me around him.

“I can’t,” I whine in a tired voice when his fingers circle my clit, eliciting more moans from my throat. “I can’t, Ashton,” I groan a protest when he presses harder, quickening his thrusts.

“One last time, Pretty Girl. Come on my cock, and then I won’t make you come anymore,” he grunts, pounding his hips into mine and filling the house with the sound of smacking flesh.

Without warning, another orgasm barrels through me, tightening around Rad’s dick until he comes on a grunt and stills behind me.

“You did so damn good, Pretty Girl. I think I might live in your pussy forever,” he murmurs in a tired voice, kissing my shoulder one last time before pulling out and stumbling over his feet. Groaning, he dramatically lies on the ground, putting his arm over his eyes. “Wake me when we fuck again,” he quips through a heavy breath.

“All right,” Asher says.

“Who is ready for round two?” His deep voice sounds from right behind me, his fingers moving through the come dripping out of my pussy and running down my leg. “You’re leaving some behind,” he tsks while clucking his tongue, gathering it all up on his finger, and shoving it back inside.

“Looks like someone needs to be the plug.” And with that, Asher enters my pussy once again with a groan, not giving me time to recuperate.

But there are no complaints from me when we start another round of—Fuck River silly until she can't walk anymore—my favorite type of game.

After another round, I’m lying dead on the table, looking up at the tall ceilings and examining the peculiar-looking chandelier. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as a body crawls over mine and settles against me.

“Good, Pretty Girl?” Rad asks, moving some of my sweaty hair from my forehead.

“Dead,” I mumble, closing my eyes.

“Aw, Pretty Girl. We killed you, didn’t we? Next time we’ll…”

“Next time?” I grumble, swatting him away from me as he laughs.

“Uh, duh. You don’t just live through one five way and think that’s the end. This is just the beginning of our gang bangs, baby,” he quips, kissing my cheek with a chuckle.

Footsteps sound beside us as Rad’s ripped away, and a familiar face hovers above mine with flushed cheeks and a grin.

“How about we get cleaned up in the hot tub? It should be nice and ready by now. Shit, it’s been three hours,” Kieran says, scooping me up from the table and holding me in his arms.

“Don’t let me drown,” I say through a yawn, leaning my head on his sweaty chest, completely relaxing into him.

I hum when the five of us sink into the heated water of the hot tub and look up at the stars shining down, accompanied by the bright moonlight. No streetlights or other neighbors interrupt our serenity as we relax together until it is time to crawl into the large king-sized bed, we all manage to squeeze into—one last time.

The following day we eat a quick breakfast, hit the showers, and make sure the house is spotless for the owners when they return next. The last thing I wanted them to see was the ass impressions we left on the dining room table they eat meals on. What a shock that would be.