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CHAPTER 4

MIRIAM

I have barely enough brain cells left to consider the fact that I’m topless in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded by three men, while a fourth gives me my first real kiss.

Because I’ll be honest, I’ve never been fucking kissed like this before.

When Ezra walked back into the room, I tried to look over at him, but Tatum wasn’t having it. I’ve yet to have a chance to really study Ezra, hidden away in the shadows. Under the bright lights of the kitchen, I notice a few scars on his face and neck, but his head seems to always be turned away.

A nip to my lip draws me back to Tatum, his hand fisting my hair and literally sucking the air from my lungs. “Eyes on me, baby,” he murmurs against my mouth, then kisses me again. His hands roam up my sides while his thumbs just barely graze the sides of my breasts, causing a deep shiver to roll through me.

I’ve never been topless in front of someone like this, and it’s intoxicating. My hands find the bottom of his shirt, and I twist the bottom with my fingers. Without pulling away from me until the last minute, he reaches behind his neck and tugs his shirt off.

Instantly, the tips of my fingers find his skin and I trail them over the ridges and bumps of his stomach. His stomach caves in when I touch the trail of hair that leads below the waist of his jeans.

Grabbing one of my hands, he presses my palm against his hardness, showing me how hard I can squeeze him. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good, Miri.”

Tatum trails his lips over my cheek, the hand in my hair tugging my head to the side, exposing my neck to his grazing teeth. My eyes crack open, and I suck in a breath at the way the other men are staring at me. Kevin’s eyes are narrowed on me, not in anger, but with a focused intensity that makes my nipples throb.

Richard is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but when my eyes fall to the front of his pants, I can see his dick straining against the cloth. When he sees me looking, the corner of his mouth ticks up, and he slowly reaches down to squeeze his hard ridge. His eyes and hair are almost darker than mine, and his light facial hair seems to be more from a few days of not shaving.

When Tatum’s teeth bite down on my neck, I moan loudly, which is matched by Ezra’s groan. Finding him, it’s the first time I get to look at him directly. There’s a wild look in his eyes, like he’s ready to pounce, but he’s holding himself back. His muscles are bulging with restraint as he jerks his cock hard. It looks painful, but with the way his mouth is hanging open in pleasure, I don’t think it actually is. He’s almost as dark-haired as Richard, but his eyes are so light, they seem almost gray.

Letting my head fall back, I close my eyes again when I feel Tatum run his tongue over the front of my neck and down between my breasts. Both of his hands cup them, and he squeezes harder than I was prepared for. “Lay back for me,” he says, his voice rough and full of lust. He releases one breast to cup the back of my head as he helps me lie back, the cold counter making me shiver when the stone touches my skin.

“Can I take these off? I want to look at your pretty virgin pussy.” My face heats at his words, but I nod. I’m surprisingly not feeling awkward with the rest of them in the room, but it’s probably because the sensations I’m feeling as he touches my body broke my mind.

Lifting my hips, I reach down and help him tug my leggings off. Just as we work the material over my hips, I freeze and cover myself. “I, umm… I didn’t know I was going to be doing this. I haven’t shaved for a week or so.”

His chuckle radiates through his body and into mine, where he’s still pressed against me. “I don’t give a fuck about that. Let me see you, baby.” Tatum’s reassurance makes me feel a little better, but I still worry about the others’ reactions when he gets my leggings off, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

My eyes find his just as he flicks them up to me with a grin. “You okay?”

“Ask me tomorrow,” I admit, and relax when he laughs. He slides his hands up my legs and spreads my thighs, giving himself an unobstructed view of my folds. Blinking up at the ceiling, I try my best to not be embarrassed by how wet I am. I may never have had sex, but I’ve masturbated enough to know that when I’m fully turned on, my thighs are drenched by the time I orgasm.

He slides his hands behind my knees and pushes them up to my chest, spreading me further. “Goddamn…” he groans out, then drops his chin to his chest. Running a finger through my folds, he brings it to his lips and slides his finger into his mouth. “Can I lick your pussy, Miri? I’ll make you come so hard on my tongue.”

My eyes shoot over to Kevin, who mouths, “Yes,” and I start nodding quickly.

“Yes, please,” I pant out. My whole body is shaking with nerves and adrenaline. Tatum doesn’t wait, falling to my pussy and roughly grazing his tongue across my folds. The rest of my body shivers harder, and I reach shaking hands up to find something to hold on to.

My eyes are squeezed tightly as I try my best to ground myself, but with every swipe of Tatum’s tongue, I feel like I lose more of myself. I feel warm, callused hands settle on the underside of my arms, slowly stroking up in a soothing way as Tatum continues to feast on my pussy.

Tilting my head back, I see Capitán’s face hovering over mine with a gentle smile. Dropping his head down, he presses his lips to my ear. “You’re doing amazing, baby girl. Widen your hips more for him. He loves to eat pussy, and yours looks delicious from here.”

Holy mother of God… I can’t even handle this shit right now .

“Look at Ezra watching him,” he continues to whisper to me. Dropping my chin to my chest, I see Ezra has moved closer, standing over Tatum’s shoulder, with his eyes locked between my legs.

He must sense I’m staring at him because they flick up to mine quickly. “You’re as beautiful as a flower. I want to pluck each of your pretty little petals one by one.” His fingers just barely touch the tip of my toe before he pulls away, eyes back on Tatum and his tongue burrowing inside of me.

I hear Richard call out softly in warning. “Ezra. Too much.”

Ignoring him, Ezra settles his palm on Tatum’s shoulder and leans down to grit out, “Fuck her with your fingers. I want to see how she opens for you.”

Tatum answers with a groan and lets one of my legs go to trail the tips over my folds. Kevin is quick to replace his hand, keeping me spread wide open for them. Richard hasn’t moved closer, but I catch his gaze when I turn my head to the side.

While Kevin and Ezra watch Tatum as he devours my pussy, Richard is watching my face. He’s breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, and he looks two seconds away from shoving them off me and fucking me himself.

When Tatum slides a finger inside of me, I immediately clamp down on him, hissing at the burn. “Relax, baby girl,” Kevin whispers, stroking my arms again.

My hips are shifting under Tatum’s tongue, and I can feel a building pressure low in my stomach. “He’s going to make me come,” I whisper brokenly to him, pleading for him to understand how far gone I am.

Grabbing my chin, he presses his lips to mine, murmuring, “Let him. Let him know how good he makes you feel.”

Tatum slips another finger in with his first and curls them to rub against my g-spot, making me cry out against Kevin’s lips. “I’m almost there!” I try to jerk my hand down to grab Tatum’s head, but Kevin has my arms pinned above my head.

Pulling his mouth from my pussy, Tatum grits out, “I’m going to fuck you as soon as you come on my mouth,” as he holds his fingers inside of me. Putting his mouth back on my pussy, he sucks my clit hard and pushes against my g-spot until I fucking explode.

Screaming out, Kevin swallows my cries as Tatum flicks my clit with his tongue. I’m barely past my peak when he’s tearing his mouth from my body and standing up, shoving his pants down. Tugging my body down so my lower body is hanging off the edge of the counter, he lines his cock up with my entrance and presses against me.

“Miri, look at me, baby,” he orders. Kevin releases me long enough so I can find Tatum’s eyes. “I’m going to go quick. You good with that?”

“Y-Yes,” I say, nodding quickly, then scream when he drives himself deep inside of me, tearing me and burying himself deep.

“Fuck,” he shouts out, taking a step closer and gripping my hips hard. “Jesus, I didn’t…” he pants out, trailing off. “Are you okay? I didn’t realize you’d be so fucking tight.”

His jaw is clenched, and he’s breathing hard, holding himself still. The edge of the counter is digging in into my back, and I scramble for something to hold while the fighting the pain of his cock throbbing inside of me. I’m angry when a tear escapes, and I do my best to wipe it away, sucking in air quickly.

“Fuck,” he whispers, then leans over me, gathering me into his arms. “Wrap your arms around my neck. I’m going to take you somewhere more comfortable.”

Wincing when I feel him slide against my tender flesh, I bite my lip and do as he says, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me from the counter. He kicks his pants from his feet and I squeeze my eyes shut as I breathe through the ache in my gut while he walks us over to the living room. Lowering us to the carpet in the middle of the room, he stretches his body over mine, staying buried.

“Is this better?” he whispers against my temple, running a hand through my hair.

“A bit,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “I think I need you to move. It feels?—”

He shifts his hips back, then drives inside of me once, hard , and I cry out. This time, more with pleasure than pain. “ Por el amor de Dios ,” I moan out. For the love of God, he feels so good .

Tatum moves inside of me again, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders as I hang on. Driving into me over and over, I can’t make sense of where my arms and legs are. Everything is tingling and numb, and with the way his body is grinding on my clit, I know I’m going to go over the edge again.

Another body touches me, so I let my head fall to the side, only to meet Ezra’s gray eyes peering into my soul. His face is only inches from me, and when he reaches out to cup my cheek, I melt a little inside. This is the closest he’s been to me since we met, and I’m taken aback by how heartbreakingly handsome he is.

The scar running down the side of his face does nothing to diminish his looks. I think it actually enhances them, making him look slightly dangerous and unhinged.

“Tell me how it feels,” he begs, keeping my face turned toward him.

Gasping when Tatum thrusts harder, his cock at a new angle, I can only be honest. “It hurts,” I pant, then add, “but feels really fucking good at the same time. I feel like I’m going to burst.”

Ezra looks away from me for only a moment to tell Tatum, “Fuck her harder,” before I’m whining for him to come back to me. I don’t know what it is about him, but when his eyes are locked on mine, I finally feel grounded, like I won’t disappear from this feeling of being consumed.

His fingers dig into my skin, gripping me harder as we continue to lie face to face on the ground. “I want to kiss you,” Ezra admits.

I feel Tatum pause for only a moment, before leaning down and burying his face into my neck. “Kiss him, baby,” he whispers against my skin, so I look at Ezra’s lips, then at him again and nod once, giving him permission.

He hesitates before he shuffles closer, bringing his mouth against mine. I’m surprised by his timidness at first, but once our lips connect, he groans and grasps me harder. My mouth falls open, and he slides his tongue boldly into my mouth, tasting me as if he’s never kissed anyone before.

Our tongues roll together just before he bites on my lip, hard, drawing blood. Yanking back from the pain, I meet his eyes and see an uncontrolled lust swirling behind his eyes. Dragging his tongue over my injured lip, he moans as his eyes roll back in his head.

“Ezra,” Tatum says, his breath labored. “Grab her leg for me and hold her open. I’m going to come soon.”

Doing as he’s told, Ezra digs his fingers into the skin behind my knee and drags my leg over his hips. I didn’t realize he was naked until just now, but I only have a moment to think about it before he’s kissing the fuck out of me again.

One of them reaches between us and circles my clit with rough fingers, pushing me toward another orgasm, this one building differently with Tatum’s cock pounding into me. “Come for us again, petal,” Ezra whispers, and my body listens.

My body convulses underneath Tatum’s thrusts, and he surges into a few more times before his movements become jerky, and I can feel heat inside of me as he fills me. It must be Ezra’s fingers on my clit, because he keeps teasing me, keeping me falling as I cry out for them.

Fuck me, I don’t think my body can take this for an entire weekend .

Tatum’s body falls onto mine as he exhales heavily against my skin, making me shiver from the tickle of his breath. Ezra pulls his mouth away from mine when Tatum’s hand lazily strokes over my face.

“Goddamn, Miri… I don’t think I’ve come that hard in years…” He sounds like he’s almost comatose, and I don’t blame him. My entire body is literally dead, one leg still slung over Ezra’s hip.

Sliding his cock free, my pussy feels achingly empty, and I immediately feel the separation. I don’t fucking like it, not at all.

“Let me take her,” Kevin murmurs.

Fuck, I forgot the other two were even in the room .

Tatum lifts himself from my body at the same time that Ezra rolls to his back, stroking his cock as he stares up at the ceiling. Letting my eyes fall to Kevin, I see that he’s still fully dressed.

Squatting down next to me, his arms slide under my back and legs, and he lifts me from the ground like I weigh nothing. “Where are we?—”

He cuts my question off with a kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to run you a bath. You did good, baby girl. So fucking good.”

Closing my eyes, I smile as I let my head fall against his chest, already fading away on our walk out of the room.

Maybe I can handle a whole weekend of this treatment.