Chapter 20: Chapter 20

VADA

“That is quite the bathtub,” I laughed. “Is the green carpet supposed to make you feel like you’re outside on the lawn?”

The master bathroom was ~interesting~. The mirrors created an illusion of being in a much larger room. The tub was massive. It could probably comfortably hold three grown men.

Which was good, considering there were three muscular dudes stripping down while the spacious white basin filled with water.

The tub was in a rounded alcove, surrounded by vertical mirrors, with a chandelier hanging over it, one of those fancy crystal ones that belonged above the dining room table.

Jake swung his leg over the side of the tub, his long cock swinging freely before he sank down into the water.

Evan and Garrett joined him, the three of them sitting side-by-side with their backs to the wall. And they were all staring at me.

I licked my lips while my belly fluttered with an unexpected swarm of butterflies.

~Get in the tub, you pussy. You’ve slept with all of these guys.~

~One of them blew his load down your throat while another one fucked you. You made out with all three of them in the tent at the same time.~

“Why would someone think it was a good idea to put carpet in a bathroom?” I wondered aloud.

“Are you going to join us?” Evan asked.

“Why are there plants in the bathroom?” I asked. “Doesn’t the steam kill them?”

“Are you okay, Vada?” Jake asked gently.

“I’m fine. Why?”

“Because you’re rambling,” Evan pointed out.

“I wasn’t ~rambling~,” I huffed. “I was observing my surroundings. I didn’t grow up in the ’eighties. I was born in 1997.”

“If you aren’t ready for this, you can tell us,” Garrett said. “We won’t be upset.”

“There’s absolutely no pressure,” Jake assured me with a kind smile.

“There’s a heater,” Evan advised. “So no worries about the water getting cold. Take your time.”

I raised my arms, pushing my pink tank top over my head. Three sets of hungry eyes latched onto my breasts, barely concealed in a white lacy bra.

My brief bout of uncertainty dissipated. I released the snap on my white denim shorts and lowered the zipper, my sexy reflection in the mirrors fueling my confidence.

I turned away from them before pushing my shorts over my hips and down my legs, kicking them across the bathroom.

They were so quiet!

I peeked over my shoulder. All three of them were fixated on my ass and on the thin strip of white lace nestled between my cheeks.

I released the clasp on my bra and slid it over my arms as my breasts spilled free.

And then I went for the big finale of my strip tease.

I pushed my panties over my hips, bending at the waist as I slid them slowly down my thighs.

A series of collective groans rumbled through the bathroom when I gave them a full glimpse of my pussy from behind.

~There’s no going back now, girl.~

~Get in that tub.~

~There are three mouths waiting to kiss you everywhere.~

~Six hands waiting to touch you everywhere.~

~Three hard cocks waiting to fill you up.~

~And three big hearts waiting to love you.~

I wasn’t afraid of the mouths, hands, or cocks. It was the hearts that gave me pause. Three hearts that would be broken when we returned to Miami.

~Are you sure it won’t be four?~

I pushed away the uncomfortable thoughts and focused on the present. My pussy was about to get a pounding. And I couldn’t wait.

I turned slowly, my naked body reflected everywhere while they ravished me with their eyes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jake growled.

“Absolutely perfect,” Evan agreed, his voice hoarse with lust.

“That body was made for fucking,” Garrett added.

I stepped forward, lifting one leg over the side of the tub. Three hands reached out, helping me down into the hot, bubbly water.

“It smells like a flowerbed in here,” I said with a nervous chuckle.

“Flowery bubble bath,” Garrett explained.

“Where did you get that?”

“We came prepared,” Evan said.

“Ah, I see. You guys planned this.”

“I’ll admit that when I saw the pictures of this yacht on the internet, I envisioned you in here with us,” Evan admitted.

“Don’t you guys feel weird taking a bath together?”

“If you weren’t here, we would,” Jake laughed.

My eyes darted back and forth between them.

Were they waiting for me to make the first move?

I’d been with three girls at one time, but never more than one guy. This was a whole new kettle of fish.

With the girls, we were all equal participants. And we all came to the party with the same equipment. But being the only pussy in a tub full of dicks was a lot of responsibility.

“Uh, guys,” I said. “I’m kind of out of my element here. I have no idea how to give you all my undivided attention at the same time.”

“Let us worry about that,” Jake said.

“That’s correct,” Evan confirmed. “You said you like to be controlled during sex. So you have no say going forward. You’re not in charge. We are. You’ll take whatever we choose to give you.”

“Pick a safe word,” Garrett instructed. “If you want us to stop, you say the word and we will stop immediately.”

I swallowed past a Mississippi-sized lump in my throat, the ache between my legs bordering on painful.

This was really happening. My dad’s best friends were going to fulfill my weird and twisted sexual fantasy. On a strange ’eighties retro yacht full of houseplants and pastel-colored furnishings.

I burst out laughing, pinching myself to wake up. Because there was no way this was real.

“Vada, we’re waiting for your safe word,” Evan said.

~Shit.~

~This is real.~

~I’m not dreaming.~

~The second I share my safe word they’re going to pounce on me like a pack of hungry wolves.~

“Moses,” I announced.

“Moses?” Evan repeated, wrinkling his brow. “That’s your safe word?”

“Yep.”

“Okay then.”

I glanced at Garrett. He was struggling to keep a straight face. Jake and Evan were clueless.

“Come here, Vada,” Evan ordered.

I swam across the tub, bobbing in front of him with just my head above the water.

“Stand up and turn around,” he instructed.

I did as I was told, my thighs trembling with excitement. I’d never let Evan boss me around like that normally. But when it came to sex, this was what I craved.

He grabbed my hips and lowered me gently to his lap, his erection poking into my back. “Spread your legs,” he whispered, adjusting his cock so it rested right against my entrance.

“Sit still. I’m not fucking you in the tub. That’s unhygienic. We’re going to play a little and then take you to the bed.”

Only Evan would talk about hygiene during foreplay. I tried to hold it in, but one look at Garrett’s face and a tiny giggle slipped past my lips.

“Seriously, Ev,” Garrett laughed. “It’s ~unhygienic~?”

Evan wrapped my ponytail around his fingers, tipping my head back. “What’s so funny?” he demanded.

“Nothing,” I whispered.

“You’re a sassy, disobedient little vixen,” he growled, lowering his mouth to my neck. His lips and teeth grazed my sensitive flesh, the head of his cock throbbing against my slippery entrance.

Jake and Garrett moved in on either side of us, massaging my breasts while Evan kept a firm hold on my head. I lifted my hips, causing his swollen head to slip inside my flooded entrance.

“Nice try,” he rasped as his teeth tugged on my earlobe. He lifted my hips, adjusting our bodies so his cock was pressed against my ass. “We’ll decide where and when you get our cocks.”

I squirmed around in his lap, moaning when he placed his hands firmly on my hips.

“Sit still, Vada,” he ordered.

Jake and Garrett pinched my nipples, synchronizing their actions like a finely tuned machine.

How many times had they done this together?

They rubbed, tugged, sucked, and nibbled while Evan held me firmly against him.

I cried out when they bit down on my overstimulated nipples, the pressure in my pelvis building toward a monumental orgasm.

If only I could get to my clit, I’d have myself off in two seconds flat. But Evan had me completely restrained.

“Jerk,” I muttered, trying to wrestle one of my arms free.

“What’s that, darling?” he whispered, his hot breath bathing my ear in moisture.

“Nothing.”

“I’m pretty sure you called me a bad name.”

“I really need to cum!”

He reached between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit roughly with his thumb.

My vagina contracted, squeezing and pulsating as I crested the tallest hill, my stomach dropping when my orgasm sent me hurling down the other side.

I released a long, low moan as my muscles relaxed, my body sagging against Evan’s as he held me above the water.

“That was amazing,” Garrett said.

“I know,” Jake agreed. “Not many chicks can cum from nipple play alone.”

“She didn’t,” Evan said. “I rubbed her clit.”

“For two seconds,” Garrett scoffed. “She was ready to blow before you did that.”

“She needed the clit action,” Evan argued.

“I made her cum without touching her pussy the night we made love,” Jake bragged.

“I fucked her first,” Evan countered.

“I fucked her in an elevator,” Garrett said.

“And almost got arrested,” Jake snorted.

“So? It was still an exciting adventure.”

“Did you have to rub her clit to make her cum?” Evan asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Garrett said. “It was a quickie.”

They sounded so far away as I floated in a haze of orgasmic euphoria.

“It’s not a competition,” I mumbled.

“Welcome back,” Garrett chuckled.

“I think it’s time to get out,” Evan suggested.

“I wanna see the African hairy bush viper,” Garrett said, handing me a towel when I climbed out of the tub.

“He likes to hide,” Jake said. “Her legs have to be spread really wide to see him.”

“Her legs are gonna be behind her ears for the rest of the night,” Evan promised, stalking toward me with his green anaconda bobbing in front of him. “There will be plenty of opportunities to see it.”

“What if I wanna be on top?” I asked while I rubbed the towel between my legs. “Or on my knees.”

“Tonight is all about you,” Jake said. “No blowjobs.”

“You’re not serious,” I laughed. “We’re gonna have a foursome, and not one of you is gonna put your cock in my mouth?”

“Not tonight,” Evan said.

“But definitely tomorrow,” Garrett piped up.

“Okie-dokie,” I said. “You guys are weird, but I guess I’m down with not giving head for one night.”

“Do you ~like~ giving head?” Evan gasped.

“Why do you seem surprised by that?” I laughed.

“I don’t know,” he said absently.

“Yes, you do,” I said, stepping forward so I was directly in front of him. “You thought a chick who likes eating pussy couldn’t possibly enjoy sucking cock.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“When I sucked your cock in the shower, did I seem like I was enjoying it?”

“Yeah.”

“When I sucked your cock last night at the motel, did I seem like I was enjoying it?”

“Yeah.”

“I ~like~ sucking cock.”

“Okay, then,” Garrett said, clapping his hands together. “I think we’ve established that Vada likes sucking cock. Let’s move on.”

“Bedroom,” Jake ordered.

I ignored him and continued to glare at Evan. He folded his arms over his chest, his eyes firmly locked on mine as we launched into a staring contest. I was fully prepared for a long-drawn-out match.

“Hey!” I shrieked when my feet left the floor, my naked body thrown over a hard shoulder. I beat on Jake’s back as he carried me to the bedroom. “Put me down! I could’ve beat him!”

“We would’ve been in there all night,” Garrett said.

Jake tossed me in the center of the enormous round bed with a loud grunt.

“Wow,” I gushed sarcastically. “I’m swooning over how you carried me to bed and laid me down gently.”

“You don’t like that,” Evan reminded me. “Tonight is all about you. You said you like it rough.”

My thighs trembled, closing instinctively while the three men stood around the bed, staring at my naked body like ravenous vultures.

I was about to get fucked by three guys.

Three well-endowed older men.

My breath caught in my chest, my pulse racing erratically as jitters of nervous excitement rippled through my belly.

They climbed onto the bed, the mattress sinking under their weight.

“Do you remember your safe word?” Jake asked.

“Yes,” I sputtered.

“Are you sure?” Evan asked.

“Yes,” I repeated, steadying my voice.

They moved around the bed almost as if they’d rehearsed this. Jake sat against the headboard with his legs spread.

He pulled me up so I was leaning against his chest, his erection poking into my lower back.

“Just relax,” he murmured before he hooked his arms under my knees, pulling my legs back so I was spread wide open.

Evan perched on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on my pussy. I’d never been this exposed before.

The blinds were pulled, but the room was flooded with the afternoon sunlight pouring through the skylights, not to mention the overhead lights that someone had turned on.

I couldn’t recall ever having sex with the lights on.

~What’s the big deal?~

~There’s nothing wrong with your body.~

Garrett stroked my inner thigh, his eyes roaming over my goods. He traced my snake with his finger, studying the tattoo closely. “Why is it called a hairy bush viper? Reptiles don’t have hair.”

“It has rough scales that give it a hairy appearance,” I explained.

“Why did you choose this snake for your tattoo?” Evan asked, leaning between my legs to take a closer look.

“Because it’s pink.”

“That’s it?” Jake chuckled.

“I like the name.”

“I guess that’s a good place for a ~bush~ viper,” Garrett laughed.

“You are a unique woman, Vada Collins,” Evan said, returning to his observation post.

“I like what I like,” I said, our eyes locking in a heated stare. “And I’ll never apologize for who I am.”

“We like you just the way you are,” Jake murmured, tilting my head back to deliver a searing kiss to my mouth, his tongue plunging ardently between my lips.

I cried out when Garrett plunged two fingers inside my dripping pussy, my mewls muffled by Jake’s mouth as he devoured me with punishing thrusts of his tongue.

The gushing sound of Garrett’s fingers thrusting in and out of my wetness filled the room. Jake had my arms trapped between my thighs and my chest.

I was completely restrained, my legs spread wide open, giving Garrett full access to my vag and my asshole.

~This is what you asked for.~

~They’re giving you what you want.~

He added a third digit, fingering me roughly while my whimpers filled the room.

“Look at me,” he ordered gruffly, removing his fingers when I followed his orders. His eyes locked on mine while he licked his digits clean. “Mm. I quite enjoy the taste of your sweet cunt.”

I blinked, thinking I heard him incorrectly. Garrett was the sweetest of the group. I would’ve never expected him to use that word.

The guys I usually hung out with threw that word around all the time.

I gulped when he held up four fingers.

“You can take it,” he said, penetrating me, my entrance burning while he stretched it. I watched in the mirror above as his four long fingers disappeared inside me.

I threw my head back, my hips bucking against Jake’s tight grip while Garrett drove deep, hitting my G-spot. He pushed hard against the front wall of my vagina.

I should’ve peed before we started all this.

~Rookie mistake, girl.~

The pressure was intense. It was almost too much.

“Moses” was on the tip of my tongue when my orgasm ripped through me, my entire body jerking as my juices gushed out around Garrett’s fingers.

~I hope that’s just pussy juice soaking the bed underneath you.~

Jake was still holding my legs up. I opened my eyes when I felt stubble rubbing on my pussy lips.

Garrett’s head was between my legs, lapping up my wetness. He licked along my slit, flattening his tongue as he ate me out with long, firm strokes.

I peeked at myself in the mirror again. My face was flushed, my nipples pointing in the air like two needy beacons, begging for some attention.

Three guys, and not one of them was touching my tits. Jake had his hands full keeping me restrained. And Garrett was occupied between my legs.

But Evan had two hands and a mouth.

Why was he just sitting there?

My mouth hung open, a continuous stream of moans and whimpers rolling off my chest.

Garrett fucked me with his tongue, his thumbs holding my lips apart while he thrust in and out of me. I squirmed against his face, trying to get some friction on my clit.

He lifted his head, his face soaked in Vada juice. “I think somebody is ready for a good fucking,” he said.

“Give it to her, Garrett,” Evan ordered. “Fuck that pussy so hard she can’t sit down for a week.”

He lowered his head, drawing my clit between his teeth.

I screamed when he bit down, my second orgasm rocking through my pelvis, draining every ounce of energy I had until I was nothing more than a sweaty mess of floppy limbs.

“Wake up!” Evan ordered, reaching over to pinch my nipple. “You have three cocks to take before you even think about going to sleep.”

“Unless you use your safe word,” Jake whispered softly, nuzzling my ear.

“I’m not”—I paused to catch my breath—“not using it. Fuck me, Garrett.”

He rubbed his swollen head against my entrance, his eyes locked on mine when he pushed forward, entering me with slow, steady thrusts.

“Oh God!” I moaned. “Oh fuck!”

“What’s the matter, beautiful?” Jake asked.

“I— I— Oh yeah. Fuck me, Garrett. Harder.”

He drove deep, his balls smacking against my ass when he picked up the pace, hammering my pussy while I tried to find something to hold onto.

Jake held me firmly, keeping my hips still while Garrett fucked my brains out. The guy had some pretty kick-ass stamina for an older dude.

My legs were getting ~really~ tired. I was going to pay for that workout. And he just kept going and going.

He grabbed my ass, tilting my hips higher. A slew of curses rolled off my tongue, the line between pleasure and pain blurring. Garrett was deep inside me, rubbing on different areas of my channel.

Sensitive areas.

I screamed when his cock swelled, stretching me open even further. He stilled, his eyes fluttering closed while he released inside me.

My head fell back against Jake’s chest. I stared up at our reflection in the mirror, watching as Garrett pulled his cock slowly from my body, his jizz seeping out all over the sheet.

“My turn,” Evan announced.