Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“My room,” Duke says, lifting his chin to gesture down the hall.
Trevor heads in that direction, and the rest of us follow.
I can’t say I ever spent much time imagining what my first time would be like, but if I had, it wouldn’t have been with three other men involved. It would have been with Autumn, though.
Trevor sets her down on the edge of Duke’s bed, where she sits looking up at us with wide eyes. “Why do you all suddenly look so big?” she asks.
“Don’t worry,” Adrian says. “We’ll go slow, and we’ll take it easy.”
“If it hurts, the pain should be brief,” Duke says.
“We’ll make you feel so good you won’t notice any pain,” Trevor tells her.
Duke goes to his nightstand and pulls out a strip of Trojan packets. “We’ll wear condoms,” he assures her.
“Of course,” I say.
“And if at any point you want to stop, or take the blindfold off, or anything, you let us know,” Duke says.
Smirking, she salutes him. “Yes, sir. I didn’t realize this would involve so much talking.”
“All right. Talking’s over.” Duke tosses the condoms on his dresser and ties the blindfold around Autumn’s eyes. She bites her plump bottom lip, but the rest of her is completely still. “Is it comfortable?” he asks.
She nods, her lip still pinched between her teeth.
“Can you see anything?”
To this, she shakes her head.
Duke takes a step back from her and looks around at the rest of us. Trevor, Adrian, and I descend on her at the same time, as if a silent bell’s been rung.
Adrian lays her on her back in the center of the big bed, and we start removing her clothes. She’s always beautiful, but tonight she’s something extra. Maybe it was the thrill of performing. At the bar, her skin seemed to glow, like she was lit up from inside.
Working with Trevor, I peel off her shirt, revealing a satiny black bra that barely contains her breasts. We’re careful not to disturb her blindfold, and I readjust it when her shirt is clear.
Duke and Adrian take care of her lower half, removing her pants, under which she’s wearing the tiniest pair of panties I’ve ever seen, not that I’ve seen many. A delicate black band circles her waist, and a satiny strip of fabric just barely covers the mound of flesh between her legs. My cock was already on its way to getting hard, and those panties expedite the process.
Which of us will be the one to take her first?
I honestly don’t care. Virginity is an archaic principle.
It’s not something for a man to take. It’s not a trophy.
Still, it means something that she’s choosing to be with us tonight. I just want to be with her; I don’t care which of us men is first.
Our hands and mouths are all over her body. Trevor and I slip off her bra straps and suck on her nipples, while Duke and Adrian stroke the delicate skin of her inner thighs and take turns licking all around those sexy panties before finally removing them.
A few minutes later, Autumn is squirming on the bed. “What was it Trevor said last night?” she asks. “You’re taking too long!”
“Someone’s impatient,” Trevor says, twisting a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Waited all these years and can’t wait a moment longer?”
“I guess not, but I’ve never had four men teasing me at the same time.”
“Fair enough,” Trevor says, and with a few more licks, squeezes, and kisses, all four of us pull back, leaving her there on the bed, primed and ready.
36
Garrett
Almost in unison, the other three men look to me. Trevor gestures with his hand, as if inviting me to cross a threshold ahead of him. It looks like I’m going first, presumably since I have the longest relationship with her.
I have mixed feelings about the blindfold thing. On one hand, it relieves some of the pressure I’m feeling. She won’t know it’s me; she won’t be measuring my performance against the others. On the other hand, I won’t get to look into her eyes and use them to gauge her reactions. I don’t like that the small strip of cloth has somehow made this impersonal, but maybe I can connect with her regardless.
My heart is pounding, and my palms are damp with sweat, but I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. Despite my lack of experience, I’m confident I can make her feel good, if, that is, I don’t blow my load before I even get started. My cock is ramrod straight, and I try to bring to mind something vaguely unpleasant to tamp down my enthusiasm, but I can’t think of anything except the perfect woman lying in front of me.
Approaching her from the bottom of the bed, I smooth my hands over her ankles, up her legs to her thighs. She lets out a breathy gasp when I push her ankles apart in one movement, spreading her legs wide.