Page 24 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

They were right; the mystery of which man was taking me was part of what made it all so thrilling. I closed my eyes underneath the bandana and let out a long, slow breath, trying my hardest to push aside my desire to know everything, and to instead give myself over unabashed.

The new set of strong hands grasped the underside of my thighs, hoisting me into the air with ease. Reflexively, my legs coiled around his waist, my bound hands swinging behind me. His length pushed against my core, reminding me of the sensitivity that lingered from my previous climax. A wave of heated passion flushed through me, stoking the fires that had yet to be fully extinguished.

Without words, he plunged into me, drawing a gasp from my lips. His grip on my legs tightened, his rhythm methodical and relentless. Each thrust was like a spark igniting my body, the pleasure growing in intensity, radiating from my core to the tips of my toes.

“Yes… yes…” I was so gripped by pleasure thatyeswas the only word I could even think of saying. I lost myself in the trance of his thrusts, the feeling of his steel-solid manhood pushing inside, the tensing and flexing of his muscles. The sheer strength he had holding me up without my ability to wrap my arms around his neck was impressive.

I could feel the familiar buildup of pressure again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. His pace quickened, matching the pounding of my heart. He grunted in pleasure, his body responding to the friction, to the heat. And then, just as I was about to tumble over the edge, he held me tightly, his body tensing as he thrust one final time.

A blinding wave of bliss washed over me, my body convulsing in his grip. I heard him gasp, his own climax mirroring mine. His seed warmed me within, marking me as his, at least for the moment.

As our bodies descended from the peak of our orgasms, he held me close, his breathing ragged against my ear. The intensity of the moment lingered, the echo of our shared release reverberating in the quiet room.

He then withdrew, and all I could think was how I wanted him back inside me. My body hummed from the intensity of the orgasm, and as I stood there, another man came over, gently placing his hand on the small of my back in a calming, reassuring way. Someone else approached, undoing the bandana at my wrists.

I was so spent that I tumbled forward, my legs weak underneath me. The man in front caught me with ease, a smile spreading across my face as I realized they were ready to care for me after the intensity of the lovemaking.

“Can I take the bandana off?” I asked, my voice soft.

Nobody responded, instead one of them slipping a thumb underneath the bandana and lifting it. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, and when they did, I saw that I was being lifted by Kai, Andrew at my side.

“How’re you feeling?” Kai asked as he carried me over to the bedroom while the others followed.

“Spent… but good. So good.”

James and Finn shared a look, as if that were exactly what they’d wanted to hear. Once I was seated on the comfy bed, James and Finn flanking me, Andrew handed me a glass bottle of cool water. I wasted no time cracking it open and taking a sip, restoring myself.

“Did you like that?” Finn asked.

I smiled. “Ilovedit. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever done before. Something about losing control, giving myself over… I can’t explain it but I already want more.”

“Then I’ve got good news,” Andrew said as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Sharing women isn’t the only sexual twist we like.”

“Is that right?” I asked.

Kai nodded. “Yup. What you just experienced was, well, let’s call it a sample of what we’re into.”

My eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. “Really? What else do guys like?”

The men shared a look, wry smirks forming on their lips.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” Kai replied.

“In good time,” Finn added. “For now, let’s take baby steps.”

Andrew lifted his eyes to me. “And if you’re ever not comfortable with anything, just say the word. It’s only fun when everyone wants to play.”

I smiled, nestling into James’ shoulder. What I’d just done was unlike anything I’d tried before, but I loved it, and each little bit of giving myself over to the men felt right. It wasn’t just about them claiming me, though I loved that part. I was in a position of power, too. I was the nucleus of this… whatever it was. They all craved me, eager to pleasure me as if they were my sexual servants treating me as though I were their queen.

Sated and glowing, I found myself cocooned in the midst of the four men. Our limbs entwined lazily on the expansive bed, skin on skin, the faint scent of sex and sweat lingering in the air. The luxury suite seemed to vibrate with the residual heat of our passion.

The five of us settled into the oversized bed, our bodies forming a perfect tangle of sated softness. The luxurious sheets below us were as disheveled as my tousled hair, but I wouldn't have it any other way. The lingering burn between my thighs, the warmth the men had left inside of me, were delicious reminders of our shared pleasure.

It wasn’t long before my eyes began to droop heavily, the day's events finally catching up with me. I felt one of the men adjust his position to accommodate me, allowing me to nestle further into his warmth. Sleep tugged at me, pulling me toward its comforting darkness. And as I succumbed, I found myself enveloped in a blissful sense of peace, my lips curving into a content smile.

Chapter 10

James

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