Chapter Nineteen

Odette

A gentle wince slipped between my teeth as a strong hand gripping my hip woke me. Ouch.

It took me a few seconds to register the sounds and sensations behind me, but once I did, the possible bruises on my hip were an afterthought.

Aiden was behind me, his big hand on my hip holding my ass in place—against his throbbing cock. He was grinding against me through his boxers that shockingly didn’t tear from the strain. Hoarse moans and hot breath against fanning my neck made goosebumps cover my skin and wetness pool between my legs.

“ Fuck .” His voice sounded off. It was sexy but strangely mumbled. I was tempted to grind back against him, my arousal growing as his dick began to dig further between my asscheeks. Keeping my ass in place for his enjoyment, I propped myself up on my elbow and turned to look over my shoulder at him.

His eyes were softly closed, his brows gently knitted, and he had a desperate expression. I waited for him to open his eyes and smirk at me, but after half a minute, I realized what was happening. Aiden was asleep. And having a very good dream, apparently.

My bottom lip was pulled between my teeth as a fun thought formed in my mind. All I’d have to do for him to thrust into me is pull my panties to the side. With how wet I was, he’d slide right in. I was a bit sore, but I was also incredibly turned in by his dick begging to plunge inside me. It could get me in some trouble and was morally gray, but I doubt he’d mind. Sex—especially sex when he was clearly insanely turned on—would be a fantastic way to start the day.

Slightly nervous but mostly excited, I laid back on my side and slid my hand between my legs. My movements were slow and steady, not wanting him to wake until he was inside me. Just the thought of him being woken by my pussy squeezing around him gave me a heartbeat between my thighs.

There was no such thing as too early. Even if it was only dawn. The sun had just barely begun to make an appearance, leaving the world outside the window a dark purple hue. A gentle rain fell and splashed against the glass. I loved the dark moodiness of the weather mixed with early morning fog. For some reason unknown to me, the damn weather only added to the waterfall between my legs.

Once my legs were spread and my panties and his boxers were pushed to the side, I gently gripped his dick and positioned it against my sopping entrance. I struggled a bit as he was thrusting, and my hand around him only sped up his desperate sleep sex-ing.

My hand shot up to cover the scream that threatened to spill from my lungs as he quickly and harshly thrust all the way into me. I expected it, I wanted it, but fuck... I was definitely still sore.

A resounding, lustful whimper fell from his chest like melted chocolate. It was the sexiest and most genuine sound I’d ever heard a human make. The pure pleasure in his voice made my stomach fill with butterflies. It was the same feeling as when they called me their good girl—I craved it.

My hip was tender as he gripped it hard again, pulling me back onto him as he roughly pounded into me in short, quick thrusts. The end of his dick kept hitting an incredibly deep spot in me that made my eyes want to roll back.

Before I knew it, I was a moaning mess, too. I propped myself up on my elbow, holding into his hand that held my hip with my other hand. “Odette,” his mumbled voice moaned, still asleep.

My giddiness was through the roof. In Aiden’s sleep, he moaned my name. He could’ve been dreaming about anyone—past lovers, celebrities, an attractive stranger—dreams were uncontrollable. Still, he was dreaming about little ‘ol me in the world where Angelina Jolie existed. It was such a turn-on and a confidence booster that I needed. It also made me blush and curious about what he was dreaming about.

I expected him to wake up within a minute of putting him into me, but it was well over a minute, and his thrusts were getting longer and harder. If his thrusts didn’t let up, that knot inside me would untangle into an explosive orgasm.

His thrusts lulled for a moment before he took a breath, and his movements stopped. Turning, I looked over my shoulder to see him with wide eyes and a confused expression. His hand gripped my hip much more tenderly as his dick twitched inside me, now awake and just as eager.

“Good morning,” I greeted in a sultry tone, my pussy aching for him to move again. His dick was throbbing and twitching inside me; I could tell it hurt him to stop so suddenly.

His confusion subsided, and his eyes fell to their normally hooded state at the eagerness in my tone. “Did I do this, or did you?” he asked, gesturing to our connected bodies.

“It was a joint effort,” I flirted.

“Christ,” he moaned while pushing himself further into me. “You’re so fucking good for me, Doll. Waking me up with this wet little pussy,” he rasped.

Turning away from him to face the wall again, I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips and sighed in pleasure and happiness. Mortally gray was Aiden approved.

With little effort and no hesitation, I was flipped onto my hands and knees. We never detached as he took position behind me. He swiftly pulled his shirt off me and tossed it to the side. “Ready to be our little whore today, Doll?” He questioned darkly. His hand trailed down my spine, pushing my head down into the pillows, then lifted my hips, arching my back. With my long legs, my ass was high in the air for him to view. A low rumble rippled through his chest as he slapped my ass, making me wince. “I think you are,” he chuckled. “Your pussy is absolutely drenched.”

The house probably shook from the ear-piercing scream of pain I let out when he began to slam into me from behind. I came instantly with no warning, making another scream of pleasure shake the house. If the others weren’t awake yet, they were now.

Aiden didn’t let up; he kept fucking into me, hitting a spot that was deep and tender but made my toes curl, and my eyes roll back. “Save your voice; your throat has a lot of work to do today,” he warned; the excitement in his voice made me nervous.

My legs shook from the intensity, and tears collected in my eyes from the seemingly never-ending pleasure. “Aiden, slo-ow down,” I begged, my voice cracking with his thrusts.

He chuckled in response. “No. I’ve craved this pussy for months. I’m going to fuck and play with it how I please,” he threatened sinfully.

The sheets were bunched in my fists as I held my arms out in front of me, trying to ground myself on anything that wasn’t Aiden. He was holding back last night like he promised he would. This was how Aiden fucked. This was how he liked it—how he preferred it.

I was a shaking, crying, mumbling mess beneath him. If I wasn’t still sore from last night, I would have loved this. With each thrust, there’s an immense amount of pleasure, followed by a sharp twinge of ache. Sickly, the pain didn’t bother me too much; it added to the fiery sensations.

“Oh God!” I cried, feeling the knot in my stomach begin to unravel again.

“That’s it, Doll,” he grunted, approaching his release as well. “Give me that little pussy,” he growled, pushing into me impossibly deeper.

My mouth fell open as a cascade of moans, whimpers, cries, and begs spilled from my mouth. “Please,” my mind was too fuzzy to know what I was asking for, but Aiden understood.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Doll. You’re so fucking tight for me, aren’t you?” He panted. His thrusts got sloppier before his dick twitched, and I felt warm liquid running down my thighs.

With his final thrust, I shattered into pieces, my knees giving out as I fell to the bed. His dick popped out of me, leaving me to leak our cum on my thighs and his sheets.

Laying on my stomach, I shuddered as his fingers ran along my slit, coating his fingers in our juices. “Mmm, we made such a pretty little mess out of your pussy,” he hummed in delight.

Air filled and left my lungs in sharp pants as I tried to catch my breath. It was impossible to think, and my legs tingled. “Go back to sleep,” I mumbled, placing a pillow under my head. Exhaustion hit me, and I lost all hope of getting up early or moving.

Aiden chuckled. “Oh, my beautiful, fragile little Doll, you’re going to have a very long day if you tap out after each fuck.”

My head sunk further into the memory foam, and my eyes got heavy. “Not tapping... napping...” I mumbled. Something warm and damp rubbed against my thighs and pussy, leaving me feeling much cleaner.

He laughed, the sound warming my middle. “I’ll wake you when the sun’s up for breakfast,” he agreed (not like I wasn’t already halfway asleep). A thick blanket covered my body as I floated away.

The sun never did come out. The forecast called for gray skies and pouring rain. Still, I found myself hobbling around my shower a few hours later, rested and, dare I say it, ready for whatever they threw at me.

Aiden wasn’t there when I woke up again, but that was fine by me. I needed a shower before I neared any of my professors. If what Aiden said last night was true—if this morning was any sign, he was telling the truth— I needed to take an everything shower. They were just as eager for sex as I was, probably more so, if I was being honest. There were four horny well-endowed men that I’d been teasing for over a month downstairs... waiting for me.

The thought was terrifying and exciting. I’d thought of nothing less than a day like today for what felt like forever. Now that it was real, I felt like hiding. Burying my head in the sand and wussing out was tempting because deep down, I had a nervous knot in my stomach. The more I thought about it, the worse it got.

My only saving grace was the lingering fact that, at the end of the day, it was just sex. That was all it was to them. That was all it was to me. That was what we agreed on; there was a literal contract of sorts. I wasn’t their girlfriend; I was their submissive. They weren’t my boyfriends; they were my dominants. Obviously, we cared for one another, but this wasn’t a relationship.

If I thought about it like that, it became less scary and gave me the courage to go down there. It also dulled the ache in my stomach when I thought about how I’d have to leave them in a couple of months.

It was just sex. Bodies. They’d had submissives before; I was not the first woman they’d slept with or even had a day full of nothing but sex with. The thought was a comfort, but it also made my chest tighten.

How would I compare to other women? I wanted to believe that any woman they’d been with in the past was ugly and sucked in bed, but with four men who were as attractive as they were and their experience... really unlikely.

Cold water snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned off the shower. Today was just about sex; it was as simple as that. I needed to stop letting my mind run a muck before unraveling the knot in my stomach and how I really felt.

It couldn’t be anything more than sex with them. If it was... I didn’t know how the hell I’d leave them. Their careers, reputations, house, and lives meant more than my feelings. So. It was just sex. And I was just another woman.

What today would consist of was no secret, so I figured I’d dress—or undress—appropriately. Mustering up magnitudes of courage, I finally put on the lingerie I’d bought while shopping with Reesia.

My heart was hammering against my chest as I stared at myself in the mirror. When I first tried it on at the mall, I thought I looked good. Now, I couldn’t help but think I was setting myself up for failure because g ood was an understatement. I not only looked stereotypically sexy, but I felt just as such. The set was ocean blue, made entirely of lace. Delicate butterfly stitching sparsely covered the bra and panties, leaving the waist and thigh harnesses solid blue. My breasts were small, but the bra cupped them in an all too flattering way. The waist and thigh harness connected, bringing attention to my long legs.

More than anything, I couldn’t help but notice... had my ass gotten bigger? I owed Niko a kudos if my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. It still wasn’t big, but it was definitely more plump.

With a sigh, I grabbed one of Dominic’s oversized sweaters. Once they saw what was underneath, they were going to eat me alive. I was sure of it. Even I had to admit, I looked delectable.

With my hair in a fresh braid going down my back and nerves spilling out of my every pore, I descended the steps. Something smelled sweet, and I could hear them quietly talking in the kitchen, making that my destination.

After our talk last night, during which I spilled my guts about my childhood, I assured them that I was fine—or, at least , I would be eventually. I think they got the hint that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore because why would I? It was my problem, and I’d deal with it somehow. I didn’t anticipate them bringing it up this morning again, which I was beyond grateful for.

As soon as I opened the kitchen door, Niko’s eyes were on me. “She lives! Good morning, beautiful. It’s nice of you to join the living,” he teased.

Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was just past eight. “You’re acting like I slept till noon. It’s still early,” I defended.

Wyatt turned on the stool and smirked at me. “Well, we’ve all been up since, what do you think, Niko, five?” He asked in a teasing tone.

Niko’s shirtless self effortlessly flipped a pancake. “Ugh, yes. We were woken by a woman screaming,” he taunted, and I blushed. Oh God...

“ I didn’t mind the screaming,” Aiden chimed in while leaning his tattooed arms against the counter, giving me a devilish grin.

Wyatt glanced at Aiden before tilting his head at me. “I don’t think any of us minded; it was a very sexy wake-up call, don’t you think, Baby?”

I smiled innocently, trying not to crumble. “I think you were dreaming,” I denied.

“No, because in my dreams, you’re much louder,” Niko shot Aiden a shit-eating grin.

Aiden cocked an eyebrow competitively. “Is that a challenge?”

My eyes widened. I was already destined to take them all today; they didn’t need to have a contest about who could make me the loudest. I wanted to live by the end of the day. “No, that’s okay—”

“It’s a fact,” Niko shrugged nonchalantly.

Oh no.

“You two have your fun. I’ll make her cum so hard that she makes no noise at all as her little brain shatters into a thousand tiny pieces,” Wyatt promised while his eyes stayed locked on mine.

Oh fuck. And just like that, the floodgates have opened to a tsunami.

The four of us were quiet as we processed Wyatt’s dark promise.

Suddenly, Niko rolled his eyes and smirked. “Whatever, zipper dick. The only noise you’ll make is—” he unzipped and zipped his pants repeatedly, making a zip-zip sound.

The tension broke as the three of us laughed at Niko’s jab at Wyatt’s... hardware.

I completely forgot about his piercings. They weren’t meant to cause pain; I was sure they were meant to give pleasure. I was eager to know how he would feel inside me.

The door behind me creaked open, and I felt Dominic’s intense presence behind me. Turning to look at him, I noticed the fierceness in his gaze and wet, disheveled hair from a shower.

I was taken aback when he approached me, only taking three big steps before he was behind me. His rough hand touched my thigh, and I felt a sharp sting as he snapped the harness around my thigh. “What are you wearing underneath my sweater, Darling?” He husked against my neck.

Chills traveled down my spine as I realized his sweater didn’t cover the end of the harness. All of their attention was suddenly on my thigh—on me.

Contemplating how I would respond, I looked down at Dominic’s hand. His knuckles were scraped and bruised as if he’d spent hours punching a brick wall. It looked painful, and I’d probably be in tears if it were my hand.

As curious as I was, I’d have to question him later. Now wasn’t the time—nor was it my business. I already knew that Dominic wasn’t shy to kick someone’s ass; I just wanted to know who and why... and when.

I peeked over my shoulder at him. “It’s a surprise,” I flirted.

“For us?” Aiden smiled across the counter, his dark eyes practically ripping the sweater off me where I stood.

I gently nodded, wetness collecting in my panties, enjoying all their lustful eyes burning into me. I adored their attention, craved it, and basked in it.

Dominic swiveled my body, turning me to face him. He towered over me, leaving his bare chest radiating heat over me. “Don’t be shy,” his hands gripped the bottom of the sweater. “Show Daddy what his little slut wore for us,” he insisted.

Well, when he puts it like that.

Wordlessly granting him permission to take off the sweater, I lifted my arms. “If you want your surprise, you have to unwrap me.” I intended for my voice to be sultry, but it shook nervously.

He smirked. The subtle upturned twitch of his lip was like a nail in my coffin. With the smirk, it had officially begun.

In a second flat, he’d all but ripped the sweater off my body, pulling it off and tossing it carelessly to the side.

My skin chilled from the cool house, then ignited as their eyes burned holes through me. I’d been buck-naked for their eyes to feast on before, but this was every bit as intense and bone-chilling.

Courage left my body as I heard the stool scrape against the tile as Wyatt stood. Less than two seconds of footsteps were heard before all four surrounded me in a half circle.

Aiden and Niko were grinning eagerly like they’d just won the lottery. Wyatt and Dominic were the exact opposite. I was scared for my pussy, because they looked like they were ready to tear me in half.

Wyatt reached out and caressed the curve of my ass, humming in delight. The lace left little to the imagination, and his eyes took me in greedily. “You look absolutely lovely, Baby,” he complimented, but with a massive tent straining against his shorts, his voice sounded reserved. “As much as we appreciate you dressing up for us... that outfit won’t last long,” he finished with a sharp slap to my ass.

Pulling a quick breath of air through my teeth, I winced. Dominic’s hands gripped my waist before lifting me up and sitting my ass on the cold counter. His body was between my legs, his bruised hand tight around my throat as he smashed his lips against mine. My senses were sent into overdrive as Niko’s teeth scraped against my neck, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh.

Dominic wasted no time as he slid his tongue past my lips and toyed with mine. I heard the zip of a real zipper as Dominic freed himself from his jeans. My brain was otherwise occupied by his and Niko’s lips and tongues, so I hardly took notice of the monster resting against my thigh.

My panties were pushed to the side, and Dominic slid two big fingers along my slit, coating them in my juices before pushing them into my pussy. I moaned against his lips, and he pulled an inch away, watching my face twist in pleasure as he fingered me. “I’m convinced we could put anything in your greedy little pussy, and you’d love it,” he threatened. Anything? What did he mean by that...

He smirked at my confused expression before pulling his fingers out of me. Bringing them up to my lips, I opened my mouth for him, ready for him to tell me I was a good girl for cleaning my cum off his fingers with my tongue.

Aiden hummed and mumbled, “So fucking good for us,” to himself while watching from the edge of the counter.

Yes, I am.

“But we don’t have the time or patience today to play with your pussy like that,” Dominic dismissed. His dick was in his fist, aligning it with my entrance. “Today, you’re only getting our cocks,” he grumbled while looking down between us. “Now spread your fucking legs so I can watch that pretty pussy swallow my cock,” he threatened with a harsh slap to my thigh.

He pulled me to the very edge of the counter, and I spread my legs for him, exposing my core to them.

Niko pulled away from my neck, leaving it sore and surely covered in bruises. “Ah ah ah, I very distinctly recall you saying that you took gymnastics for several years, Cari?o,” he scolded while grabbing one of my ankles. Wyatt caught on and grabbed the other. They pulled my legs impossibly far until each of my feet was on either side of the counter, putting me in the splits position.

My thighs hurt from the muscles stretching, but I’d get used to it.

Niko was grinning like he wasn’t convinced I could do the splits in the first place. He seemed overjoyed that his hypothesis was correct. He tilted his head back and chuckled. “Oh, you’re so fucked.”

My attention was being pulled in every direction. Dominic was beginning to push into me slowly and gently. His expression was desperate, though. I knew once I adjusted to him, much like Aiden last night, he’d fuck me how he wanted to.

Watching his dick slowly squeeze into my pussy, I nervously chewed my lip. Dominic was enormous—they all were—but he was especially thick, and my pussy literally looked small with him inside of me.

Dominic’s hand squeezed my throat in warning. “Look at me ,” he ordered.

My eyes snapped to meet his as he forced his dick into me until his crotch was flat against mine. I cried out, and my hand instinctively grabbed his shoulder. “Fuck! Ow!” I panted, sending him a glare that made Aiden chuckle.

“I know,” Dominic smirked through his sympathetic tone. Devil. With his hand still firmly around my throat, he pushed me down until I was lying on the cold countertop, legs spread completely, and his dick buried to the hilt inside of me. “Now shut up and let Daddy use you like a toy.”

I didn’t even have time to process his mind-numbing words before he was slamming into me. I felt every inch of him in this position. He pulled nearly all the way out before viciously thrusting back into me until his balls smacked against my ass—unable to go deeper.

Moans and whimpers left my lips and grunts from him as we lost ourselves in each other. “Fuck,” he growled, squeezing my neck until my face turned red in my eyes, rolled back. “I needed this.”

“I’d say go easy on her, but look how much she loves being manhandled,” Wyatt teased, still holding my ankle, drawing small patterns with his fingertip as he watched me.

I had every ounce of their attention as Dominic fucked the life out of me.

The end of Dominic’s dick kept hitting the perfect spot inside of me, quickly drawing me closer to a release. His pace never let up as the minutes passed, his stamina never wavering for a moment.

“Are you going to cum already, Darling?” Dominic chuckled, his fist loosening around my throat. “Your pussy is clenching around me, practically begging me to spill my load in it. Is that what you want? Do you want to milk my dick, Baby?” His voice was on the cusp of a whimper.

My pussy clenched around him again as another wave of arousal washed over me from his dirty words. “Yes,” I pleaded quietly.

“Awe, she’s shy now,” Niko chuckled. “Yes, what?” He prompted in a deep voice.

The ball in my stomach began to untangle in a toe-curling release. I gasped through my words. “Yes, Daddy, I want you to cum inside me,” I quietly panted. My mind was focused entirely on my approaching orgasm rather than my words. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if I was coherent at all.

Dominic’s thrusts got less forceful as he jerked his hips against mine. “Such a good girl for me,” he moaned before he thrust one last time, fucking his cum deep inside me.

My body felt weightless as I came with him. Something between a moan and a scream blasted out from my lips. My legs shook in Niko’s and Wyatt’s hands, desperately wanting to close.

“Fuck,” Dominic grunted while pulling out of me and releasing my throat. Warm liquid leaked out of my pussy and down my ass, probably making a mess on the counter.

My legs were released, allowing them to close. I lay there catching my breath for seconds before being lifted off the counter. “Get on your hands and knees, Cari?o,” Niko ordered when I was stood on my unstable legs.

My eyes about bulged from my head when I saw his and Wyatt’s dicks out. Already?! Today would be very tiring if they planned to go one after another like this with no breaks.

Obliging, I lowered myself until I was on my hands and knees before them. Niko was behind me, unclasping my bra and removing my panties. His fingers tickled my skin as he gently ran them over me. He left the garter around my waist and thighs, leaving the rest of me absolutely bare.

Wyatt kneeled in front of me; his jeweled dick made my mouth water as I recalled having him down my throat. “You look eager, Baby,” he teased. “You want my cock down your throat?” He smirked.

I nodded, eyeing him through my lashes. My mouth filled with saliva as I felt Niko push into me from behind. An animal, whoreish moan spilled from my lips as I arched my back onto him. “That’s it, Cari?o, just like that,” he encouraged.

Wyatt held the side of my face, tilting my head up towards him. “Open your mouth for me,” he ordered.

Like a worshiper in church, ready to let a priest place sacramental bread on my tongue, I opened my mouth to taste him.

I moaned, squeezing around Niko’s long dick as Wyatt pushed himself down my throat. I fucking loved having both my pussy and mouth being used. My mind went completely blank as they overwhelmed my senses. Butterflies erupted all over my body, like every nerve in my body was tingling and completely at their will.

I was convinced their dicks were laced with something for a moment at the pure ecstasy I felt. Deep down, I knew this was where I was meant to be. This was everything I needed and wanted. My mind was at ease, my body was safe, and my soul was peaceful.

Time seemed to become nonexistent, passing by quickly while my world was in slow motion. It wasn’t until an orgasm shattered me that the world unclouded.

I didn’t know how long I’d been sucking Wyatt’s dick or how long Niko was fucking into me. I was on cloud nine, my entire body only feeling pleasure as I let go of everything.

Everything that I was made of became theirs.

Still, in a blissful haze, I peeked up past Wyatt. Aiden and Dominic were watching with gentle eyes and fulfilled smiles. Although my world was muffled, and I was too lost in them to hear Niko’s dirty words or Wyatt’s praises, I saw Aiden mouth the word ‘ finally’ to Dominic.

“One more, Baby,” Wyatt encouraged while fucking me against the wall.

“I can’t!” I screamed. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Dry and wet, sticky cum was covering every inch of my body. It was dark out, and I couldn’t even begin to count the dozens of times they’d fucked me. I’d been bent into positions I didn’t know were possible, filled to the brim with cum over and over again.

All of us were tired and entirely satisfied... and we kept going. It was like a complex, needing to feel each other, even if it physically hurt to cum.

Every surface of this house was tainted. The counter, every couch, my bed, Aiden’s bed, the railing of the stairs... the stairs, the dining room table and two of the chairs, the bathroom counter, Dominic’s shower, four walls, and against two windows. The house smelled like sex, even with the windows open, allowing a cool breeze to blow through.

If someone would have told me I was a virgin less than 24 hours ago, I would have told them to kiss my ass. They’d utterly ruined me, leaving me in shambles. Halfway through the day, everyone was in such a lust-filled haze that at one point, I was bouncing on Aiden’s dick with Dominic in my mouth, and each of my hands wrapped around Wyatt’s and Niko’s dicks.

Wyatt pushed my hips flush against the wall, holding me in place with my legs wrapped around him as he pounded into me. “Yes, you can, cum for me one last time, Baby,” he whimpered against my lips.

My pussy ached as I came for what seemed like the hundredth time today. I screamed out, squeezing my arms and legs around him as tightly as I could. “Wyatt!” I moaned.

His piercings rubbed along my G-spot as he emptied himself into me. It was a miracle that he had anything left at all...

My limbs loosened as they finally gave out, leaving him to fully support me against the wall. My messy hair clung to my forehead and body, either sticky from sweat or cum... probably both.

Still in me, Wyatt groaned as if he was in pain before sitting on the floor with me in his lap. “If I...” he panted, “Cum one more time, my dick will fall off.”

“Did someone spike the pancakes?” Niko called from where he was sprawled out on the couch, buck-naked and exhausted. “That was... a lot,” he chuckled. “Fucking amazing... but my dick hurts, Odette,” he sent me a look.

My eyes felt heavy as I peeked at him. “ You hurt?” My voice broke as I spoke. I’d screamed so much that I sounded like I had strep throat. It’d been mostly gone since earlier this evening.

Aiden came down the stairs, fresh out of the shower. His eyes landed on Wyatt and me, and he lifted his brows. “Someone should call it before she’ll need a wheelchair for the next month,” he announced humorlessly.

“Oh, I’m done,” I assured, resting my head against Wyatt’s shoulder.

“You said that an hour ago,” Dominic rasped as he approached us with a water bottle for me.

I groaned. What was I thinking... every inch of my body was sore. I just couldn’t get enough of them. I was beyond greedy and indulged fully. “I’m done,” I repeated. “I just need sleep.” I ignored Dominic’s outreached hand with the water and closed my eyes.

They’d made me eat and drink so much today, insisting that if I didn’t, I’d pass out. Looking back now, I realized they were right, and I was grateful. Even now, I felt as if I were on the verge of passing out or sleeping. I’d accept either.

Wyatt nodded, “We’re done, Baby... we’re done,” he comforted. His hands were running up and down my back as he kissed the apple of my cheek. “You were so perfect for us, Odette. We’re so happy,” he cooed.

I smiled against his shoulder, unable to move or speak. Sleep was approaching fast, and I was ready to welcome it with open arms.

“Do you feel okay, Doll?” Aiden asked gently, crouching next to us and moving hair out of my face.

I nodded. I was perfectly content and happy. “Mhmm, sore and tired,” I mumbled.

He chuckled at my lack of a response. Why wouldn’t I be okay? “How about we get you cleaned up, and we can watch a movie?” He suggested.

Let’s hope they didn’t expect me to stay awake for the movie. My only plans right now were to sleep for a few years. I nodded but made no move to get off of Wyatt.

It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours later when Wyatt finally stood with me in his arms. He was still buried inside me as we made our way upstairs to his shower.

“Can you stand at all?” He questioned.

“No,” I responded quickly. I haven’t been able to stand for hours. My legs felt like jello and trying to stand sent lightning strikes to my pussy.

“Okay,” he chuckled. He groaned as he finally pulled out of me, leaving me empty. He sat me on the bathroom counter, standing between my legs.

I moaned absentmindedly, feeling a gush of cum drip down my thighs. “We’re so sticky,” I giggled.

He smiled adoringly down at me. “It could be worse. You swallowed most of it, Baby.”

I felt drunk as he began to unbraid my messy hair. My body tingled everywhere, and I could still feel their hands, lips, tongues, and teeth all over my body.

Curiously, I turn to look in the mirror, seeing my breasts, stomach, thighs, neck, and ass riddled with hickeys and bite marks. “I look pretty,” I mumbled.

Wyatt finished releasing my hair from its messy braid. He placed his arms on each side of me and smiled, looking back at me through the reflection in the mirror. “You always do,” he said matter of factly. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Odette,” he promised.

We watched each other in the mirror, our eyes wandering over ourselves and one another. Wyatt glanced at the counter where his phone was. He grabbed it before he wrapped his arm loosely around my body, leaving the swell of my breast visible in the mirror. My ass looked bigger against my narrow waist, my hair wildly falling around me.

“For you, whenever you want to remember how perfect you are,” he showed me the photo of us he’d taken.

I smiled down at his phone, realizing it was the only picture I had with any of them. I absolutely loved it. “Thank you...” I whispered, placing a tender kiss against his lips.

Wyatt had fallen asleep an hour ago. He looked so peaceful, his eyes fluttering as he dreamed, lips slightly smooshed, and his disheveled blonde hair.

I slept during the movie we watched but couldn’t sleep now. I was so tired, but the knot I had this morning had grown tenfold and returned with a vengeance. I was fighting tears as all my thoughts during my morning shower crashed and flooded my mind like a tsunami.

I was perfectly fine the entire day, no matter how rough they were or what position they put me in. I was happy and really enjoyed myself and them. It filled me with bliss every time they moaned or praised me. I had no regrets whatsoever, and I’d do it again tomorrow if I didn’t have classes and wouldn’t be sore.

But now... I felt heavy-hearted. The words that brought comfort earlier now cut through my chest like a knife.

It was just sex. I was just another woman.

My lip began to wobble, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to blink away the tears this time. Quickly and quietly, extra careful not to wake Wyatt or anyone else, I went into my room.

Today was beyond perfect; I was embarrassed to be the girl who cried after sex. For no damn good reason, at that. Everyone knows about the people who cry after sex how, and they were always red flags in movies or shows. I would not be that girl. At least, not that they’d know about.

I just needed to get it out, have a cute five-minute cry, and then return to bed.

Five minutes turned into an hour. I didn’t want to sit or lay on my bed because of how much it creaked, so I sat against my wall on the floor. My knees were to my chest, my face in my teddy bear as I silently and uncontrollably sobbed.

No matter how hard I cried, no noise was heard besides an occasional quiet sniffle. My hands shook horribly, no matter how much I squeezed the bear. I didn’t know how it got this bad. All I knew was that I was so grateful that Wyatt was a heavy sleeper, and I wasn’t wailing. I’d be mortified if any of them saw me like this, crying after sex.

I felt pathetic and hated that I was crying, which only made me cry more. I shouldn’t be crying; I shouldn’t feel so horrible like this. They were nothing but kind all day long. When I needed a break, they gave me one. They kept me fed and made me drink way too much water. They even told me how happy and proud they were. I felt beautiful and cared for the entire time. There was no reason for me to feel this way.

I was overthinking everything and nothing simultaneously, and it felt impossible to pinpoint what was making me cry. But after an hour, the tears finally let up. Maybe I’d run out of tears, or the exhaustion made my tired lungs give out. I didn’t feel any better, but my body was numb from all the crying, and I needed to go to sleep.

Finally standing up, my legs trembled, and my body ached from the tight ball I’d been in. I gave my bear a somberful glance as I placed him back on my bed with the others. He tried.

I tip-toed to my bathroom, needing to splash cold water on my face. If I woke up with tear-stained cheeks, they’d know.

Feeling ashamed of myself and my outburst of emotions, I couldn’t even look in the mirror as I splashed water on my skin. I knew I’d be red and blotchy, swollen like a juicy tomato. I was such an ugly crier in general, but now I was also the girl who ugly cried for an hour after amazing sex.

Ew, Odette.

This had to be a fluke. A one-time thing. Maybe I was more affected by Saturday’s dinner than I was conscious of? I knew I was still processing it all, but I’d already cried my tears for Saturday. That wasn’t what this was...

Tip-toeing back to Wyatt’s room, I silently crawled back into his bed. The warmth of his sheets wrapped around me like a hug, and I felt a wave of exhaustion again.

A few seconds after I laid down, Wyatt shifted; his hand slithered over my waist and pulled my body flush against his. “You’re so cold, Baby,” he tiredly rasped, still half asleep.

Not trusting my voice, I pretended to be asleep. I was freezing. All the crying made me forget how cold this house got at night. I just sat on the cold floor with no blanket for an hour and didn’t notice the temperature until now.

My shoulders relaxed as I sighed, my body warming against Wyatt’s comforting embrace. I was still an emotional disaster, but this felt so much better.