CHAPTER FOUR

MAV

Moments like these are why this just fucking works, because it couldn't be more perfect. Actually, that's not strictly true, but logistically, there aren't many combinations of our dicks and holes that are feasible on a small bed like this.

"Lucy, get your fine ass over here, and let me suck on those fingers," I bark at her, grinning as she immediately crawls to me, those pretty little tits of hers swinging as she moves. Her cheeks are blushing deeply as she stops beside me, hesitating for a moment.

"Fingers, now."

She gasps, and lifts them to my mouth, and I suck on them, groaning at her taste as I pound harder into Stella's tight ass. Like I say, it doesn't fucking get much better than this. As soon as I release Lucy's fingers, I grab her head and tug her face to mine so I can kiss her, watching her brace herself with one hand on my shoulder, and the other on Stella's ass.

That's hotter than I expected too. The girls have become so comfortable being in the same room, and the same bed, when they're naked and being fucked, but touching each other aside from holding hands is pretty unusual. I rest one hand over hers as I release her lips, and help her squeeze Stella's ass, as I bury my cock deep and start cumming.

"Fuck yeah… Such good fucking girls. Hey, Gage? You still fingering your Pretty Boy while I do all the work here?" I can't finger her clit, or I'll be risking touching his cock, and I'm not asking Lucy to do it. That's too much for her sweet little sensibilities. I just really want Stella to come while I'm still balls deep in her ass, but my time for that is running out.

"Sebastian, Gage, someone fucking get her off, now."

I start kissing Lucy again, teasing her nipples while I try to keep myself inside Stella, as they keep writhing around and pushing her closer to orgasm. All she has to do is get off, then I can get out of her, and tongue-fuck my sweet little former virgin until she screams. She earned that for being my good girl, right?

The decision is taken from me, when Sebastian moves, grabbing Lucy from me, and shoving her down on the bed beside us, thrusting deep inside her, and fucking her savagely while she whimpers his name, clawing at his back. Fucker . He just fucking takes her from me, and that's not cool. Stella suddenly yelps and shudders, her body flexing and her ass pushing back at me as she comes, and I'm briefly placated as her pleasure sends another shockwave down my own spine. Yeah, that's what I want, but fucking Sebastian stole Lucy's orgasm from me, because I also want that.

Without thinking, I reach out and slap his thrusting ass hard, and everyone freezes, no, actually he freezes, but Gage moves fast, rolling Stella off him as he sits up and shoves me. I fall back off the bed, and groan, knowing I committed the cardinal sin by daring to touch his Pretty Boy, especially since I don't fucking touch men on their damn asses. What was I thinking? Apparently, that's exactly what Gage is wondering too, and Sebastian is now standing up, glaring at me, while the girls watch with concern.

"What?"

"You don't fucking touch him, asshole, so what's your problem?" Gage stands up and towers over me, but Jesus, that just puts his wilting dick near my head, and that's not my bag either.

"I was… fuck's sake," I get up, shoving Gage away as soon as I can reach above his waist, because there's no way he's fucking looming over me like he's the boss of me.

"Finish that fucking sentence," he demands, and I sigh, knowing I'm the asshole for once. Maybe not just for once, but hey, I'm adorable with it.

"He pulled Lucy away from me, that's all. I was gonna finish her off, and uh… yeah, I got pissed."

"And that meant you could touch my ass?" Sebastian demands, looking affronted, like his ass isn't usually being touched by a man.

"Sorry. I was being a bell-end, I know." I mean, I know it, I just lost my mind in the moment. I catch Lucy's eye and she smiles sweetly at me. She gets it. She knows I have my possessive moments with her, especially when she's literally in my fucking arms, and gets dragged away. It's called manners, right?

"Get dressed, I think we're done here," Gage fucking proclaims, and everyone just starts obeying him. Fuck that.

"I'm getting Lucy off first, asshole. She didn't get hers, but you all did."

"As did you. Sebastian will get her off." Prick.

GAGE

What the fuck did he think he was doing? Nobody touches my Pretty Boy but me, well, me and the girls. Mav's not into guys, and even if he was, I wouldn't let him near Sebastian. I've been worried for a while because this territorial shit is still happening at times, and we should be past that crap now.

I lead everyone out of the bedroom, leaving Sebastian in there to service a nervous looking Lucy. She's not nervous being left alone with him, neither of the girls feel that way about Sebastian anymore, but I know she's worried about Mav.

"Seriously, sending me out like this is just humiliating. I said I made a mistake, but I'm not some child you have to fucking discipline." And he just keeps making it worse. If he can just shut up and move on, we can all fucking do the same.

"That territorial shit is a problem, man, and you know it. What, nearly two fucking years all together, and you're still doing this? How do you think this'll work long term, if you're still acting like a pussy if anyone touches her?"

Mav curses, tugging at his hair, because I guess it's that or throw punches, and we all know how that'll go.

"It was because he pulled her out of my fucking arms, that's all! I was literally about to go down on her, and he took that from me."

"Not making it any better, man. What, you want fucking written instructions next time, so we know who's doing what to who? We all listened to you, and inserted things where you dictated, and yet somehow, you're still pissed?"

"Because he deviated from the plan," Stella interjected, holding up drinks for both of us.

"You're all control freaks, and you know it. If it'd been you about to do something, and one of the others whipped away your toy, you'd be just as pissed. Can we please move on now? As much as your little spat is keeping me distracted, I can still remember I'm on an airplane and I don't want to be." Jesus. Yeah, we're supposed to be distracting Stella, and that's what all the fucking was for. Oh who am I kidding, we fuck when we want to, regardless of if we have a ‘reason' or not.

"Mav, you should go get cleaned up, since you were sticking it you know where." Ha! Stella is never likely to forget where someone's cock has been, if there's any risk of it going near her or Lucy. I guess we should be grateful she's so focused, because I forgot that the instant Mav's hand touched Sebastian's ass. Jesus. No, I'm still focused on that.

"His ass is off limits to you," I remind Mav unnecessarily, and he snorts.

"Yeah, and I'm the possessive one. You're obsessed with Pretty Boy, he's obsessed with Stella, and I'm kinda ‘attached' to Lucy. It works because we all have our obsessions, but sometimes maybe we get a little overly possessive, and that's mostly you, you hypocritical asshole."

Stella throws her hands in the air and storms off, and we watch her for a moment.

"Maybe we should let it go and listen to her," Mav suggests, and I sigh heavily as I walk after her.

"Gee, ya think?"

STELLA

The last thing I wanted to deal with today was three jealous assholes, but here we are. I removed myself from the situation because if they thought they were helping, they definitely were not. Luckily this shit doesn't happen frequently, because I'm not sure I could handle it. After I storm off and get dressed, Gage comes over to me with his tail between his legs. That's the funny thing about him, he hasn't really changed, and he's still an unhinged psycho, but he does seem to be learning when he has fucked up. That's progress, right?

"Are you okay?" he asks while I roll my eyes.

Throwing my hands up in the air, I let him know that I am far from okay. "Could you not act normal for one day?"

He gazes at me with a confused expression. "What? What do you mean act normal? I am normal."

The laughter that bubbles out of me comes quick and is uncontrollable, as I lean over with my hands on my legs. "Oh my God. That was so funny, and you said it with such a straight face."

His narrowed gaze tells me he does not find this funny at all.

My laughter instantly fades away as the plane begins to shake.

Oh my God. It's happening. We are going to die. Will the news say that two authors died? Or are we too insignificant? Maybe it'll just say three men and two women.

"Stella," Gage reaches for me and pulls me into his chest, "I've got you, baby. Nothing bad is going to happen."

I wrap my arms around him as I tremble in his hold. Carrying me over to the closest set of double seats, he sits down and pulls me onto his lap. "Focus on me, baby. We aren't on a plane. It's just the two of us."

After freeing himself from his boxers, he reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties to the side, and before I can argue, he thrusts inside me, causing a loud gasp to escape.

"Such a beautiful little slut," he growls, as he fists my hair and pulls my mouth to his. Gage presses his lips to mine and devours my mouth with a soul-destroying kiss. It's the kind of kiss that truly makes me forget that there are three other people on this plane with us. He pulls out most of the way before raising his hips and slamming back into me, that piercing hitting that magical spot like it's a damn button designed to set me off with one push. This is why I've been trying to get the other two guys to get pierced for over a year. I wouldn't say I like sex with Gage more than the other two, but the piercing does offer mind boggling orgasms. The type that leaves me unsure what my name is in the afterglow.

I whimper as my body clenches around his length, and he responds by railing into me like a madman. "Jesus. Fuck. Stella. Good girl."

His cock pulses inside me and sets me off all over again. Throwing my head back, I scream out in pleasure, attracting the attention of the other guys who watch with renewed desire. Then again, this is how it always is with us when they can keep their jealousy at bay. When Lucy and I think we are done, one of the guys reminds us that we aren't in charge. Is that a complaint? No. We love it, the writer sluts that we are.