Page 47 of Bear Strength

He gets up and offers me his hand.

“I can walk by myself, you know,” I pretend to be offended. “Despite what I may look like, I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not drunk.”

I get up, and try to lean against the chair in front of me, but instead of leaning against it, I push it forward and almost lose my balance. An action that sends all of us into a bout of suppressed laughter.

“Yeah, totally not drunk,” Mason shakes his head incredulously, pressing his hand against his lips, but it’s hard for all of us to remain quiet.

Mason takes me by the hand, and leads me to the bedroom. I can’t hear any footsteps behind me. But, I’m hoping Wagner and Adrian are following. My room is pleasantly dark. Only thin strips of moonlight are oozing through the window, spilling all over the room like tiny little crystals. It takes my eyes just a second to adjust to the darkness.

It’s a small room, with only one bed, and a single closet in the corner. A small nightstand rests by the bed. The lamp is off. I don’t need it. I’m standing by the bed. Mason is next to me. My blood is hot to the point of boiling. My lips are dry. And yet, I’m sure I didn’t drink that much. Damn liquor.

I glance over at the door. Wagner and Adrian are here, too. I smile when I notice that they closed the door shut.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I hear Mason whisper.

I sit down on the bed. My heart is thumping in my chest. I’m not prepared for the sensation their presence awakens in me. Not this close. This intimate. I want them to dominate me. I want to be a plaything in their hands. I want to feel the heat of Mason’s palms against my skin. I want to take Wagner’s hand between my legs. I want to ride Adrian’s fingers until none of us can stand it any longer, and we need more. Is it the alcohol talking or is it me? Does it really matter?

I know they feel the same. I can see it in their eyes. My desire has given me night vision, and I know their skin itches to be touched, to be caressed, like mine does.

Wagner and Adrian walk up to us. Adrian’s hand brushes against my shoulder. Wagner reaches out to me, but he is still in the air around me.

Slowly, I lift my arms over my head, and take off the oversized t-shirt I’ve been sleeping in. Now, I’m left only in asmall, barely there pair of panties. A few crickets are heard from outside. Apart from that, we are all silent, hoping that Dominick is a heavy sleeper.

“You should be sleeping,” I hear Mason whisper right into my ear.

It sends a million little goosebumps on a never ending quest up and down my body.

“We could play the pillow biting game,” I whisper back, and I hear Wagner suppress a chuckle.

He approaches me from behind, nibbling on my earlobe gently. I feel a heavy heat rushing down my spine, exploding somewhere between my legs. Excitement burns inside of me.

“Are you sure you want this?” Adrian takes my hand. His voice is so sweet, like dripping honey. He’s got me so hot for him.

“I’m not drunk, if that’s what you guys mean,” I whisper a little louder, having no idea that wanting to raise your voice while still whispering would be so strenuous to your throat. “I want this. I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you. On all of you.”

I have no idea where all this courage comes from, but I welcome it.

“We need to be very quiet,” Mason instructs.

He takes me over to the bed, and lays me down on it. The thunder in my heart is relentless. I know what will happen. I want it to happen. I can’t remember the last time I wanted something this bad.

I bite my lower lip, as I hear the sound of clothes being taken off. The room is still dark. I see only outlines, silhouettes of the men I’ve desired for so long. I don’t need to see them to know I want them.

I feel two strong hands spread my legs. The heat of Adrian’s breath hits my pussy. I stifle a moan. And, we haven’t even started. I press my hands to my lips, not to make the samemistake. His tongue takes its first swipe, and pleasure erupts deep within me, spreading from head to toe. He parts my wet folds. I surrender immediately. My legs are hooked over his shoulders. He can do whatever he wants with me. He licks and sucks with perfect skill, pulling my clit into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure. The buildup is slow, fiery.

Mason stands over me, looming with his size. I open my mouth to wrap my lips around his cock. I cup his balls, as I slowly slide my hand up his length. Then, down. I lick the tip, following Adrian’s moves between my legs. It’s hard to focus on something when I’m about to explode. To come completely undone. I fight the urge, the sheer necessity to let go and be consumed with this orgasm immediately.

I try to focus on Mason’s cock. I search for Wagner in the darkness. I find his throbbing dick to my right. I start jerking him off, my lips switching hungrily between their two cocks. But, whatever I do it’s not even close to what Adrian’s devil tongue is doing to me. Licking, sucking, biting gently, he’s using his fingers now, sliding into me, pumping, leading me closer and closer to that point.

Wagner’s cock in my mouth takes us to the peak. I’m still walking that fine line, but I can’t breathe any longer. I can’t keep away the inevitable. A few moments later, Wagner grabs a handful of my hair, and shoves himself into my mouth, his dick throbbing and spraying right into my mouth. I keep sucking at it, my hand still playing with his balls, gently, trying to accentuate the sensation.

He wheezes heavily, pulling out. I wipe the corner of my mouth just a split second before ecstasy washes over me, and my mind goes blank. The pressure inside of me unfolds, explodes, splitting me into a million little pieces. I turn to the side, grabbing the pillow and pressing it against my lips. My body convulses, still from the remnants of that powerful orgasm.

Still shaking, I get up, my mouth agape, burning with desire. I pull myself down on the bed, on all fours. Adrian grabs me from behind, and slides in effortlessly. I’ve never had a double orgasm. Never.

Mason comes over to the front, dispersing all my doubts, my fears with his kiss. I know now that I could never be satisfied with just one of them. It’s all or nothing. Always has been.

I’m kissing him back hungrily, in dire need of his tongue. He pulls himself up in full. The fresh sight of his cock revives me. Adrenaline surges through me again, assuring me that we’re not done. I take him into my mouth again, full on. Absolute perfection. Wagner is relaxing, stroking my tits, as Adrian’s cock edges my pussy. None of us lets go. These men fill me completely, and I feel I’m shining, I’m sparkling from the inside, where this fire burns. It destroys me and restores me again, all in one go.

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