Steamy S*x Stories

Ruined and Ready for More

All Holes Taken (3)



Reid had been standing off to the side, his arms crossed, watching me with that look he always wore when he wanted to figure me out. He raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

I licked my lips slowly, tasting the mix of spit and cúm that still coated them. My mouth tingled with the memory of every one of them. My body ached, but I wanted more.

“I said I wanted everyone.”

Jay, who had been catching his breath near the couch, glanced toward the front door. His expression shifted. He looked at me again. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You mean the guys next door?”

I nodded, drawing in a shaky breath. My voice came out quiet, but sure.

“Yeah. Both of them.”

Jay looked at me for a long second. His chest was still rising and falling from the effort, but I saw something shift behind his eyes. His mouth twitched, and then that cócky, amused smirk spread across his face like I had just handed him the filthiest dream he had never dared to say out loud.

“You’re serious?” he asked. His voice was quieter now, rough around the edges.

I held his stare. “Yes.”

Behind me, Marcus let out a low chuckle. “She wants the neighbors now?”

I didn’t blink. “I want them all.” I said it louder that time, clearer, making sure they all heard it.

Nolan let out a breathy laugh and sank down on the edge of the couch. His cóck was still out, still wet and heavy between his legs. The sight of him made something clench deep inside me, but I didn’t let it distract me.

“You want to be filled again already?” he asked, rubbing a hand over his face. “You can barely sit upright.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was shaking. My thighs twitched. My arms were sore from holding myself up. My throat still burned from everything I had taken in. My chest rose unevenly. My whole body ached. But I was still reaching for more.

“Then help me stand,” I said, looking right at him.

He stared at me for a second longer before pushing himself up. He didn’t say anything. Just reached for me like he already knew I wouldn’t stop.

Across the room, Reid was already heading toward the door.

Jay called after him. “You’re actually doing it?”

Reid didn’t pause or turn around. “She asked for everyone.”

That answer did something to me. My mouth went dry. My chest tightened. I felt it build in the pit of my stomach, not fear, not shame, just raw anticipation curling tighter and tighter like a wire.

I shifted my weight and sat upright. My elbows trembled, and I had to suck in a breath before moving again. The rug beneath me was warm, sticky, and completely ruined. I glanced down. My skirt was still bunched around my waist. My panties were gone. My chest was flushed, my skin marked with red fingerprints, streaks of cúm glistening down my thighs. I could still feel the last one inside me, dripping down the back of my legs.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My lips were swollen. My chin was slick. I didn’t care. I looked like a mess, used and completely undone, but I had never felt more awake, more alive, more certain of what I wanted.

The knock came sooner than I expected.

Jay tossed me a blanket, but I didn’t move. I stayed on my knees, bare and dripping, letting them see exactly what they were walking into.

Reid pulled the door open wide. “You guys busy?”

The two familiar men from next door stepped inside. I smiled inwardly. They already knew what this was. They didn’t glance around or hesitate. Their eyes went straight to me.

The taller one, Caleb, had that laid-back confidence that came from knowing he was always wanted. I’d seen him before, shirtless on his balcony, sipping beer and stretching like he didn’t have a care in the world. He gave off the kind of heat that came with being easy; easy to look at, easy to fúck, easy to fall into. The other one, Dane, was the opposite. He was way bigger, thicker and even rougher. He hardly smiled. He watched me with that heavy stare as though he was already thinking about what my mouth would look like wrapped around his cóck.

Neither of them spoke at first. They just looked at me, then looked at each other like they had already decided.

Jay spoke for me. “Caroline wants to be shared.”

“She already was,” Marcus said. “Now she wants more.”

Caleb stepped closer. His gaze slid from my mouth down my chest, then lower, dragging across every wet and open inch of me. He didn’t hide it. I saw the exact moment his cóck started to grow against the front of his shorts.

“Are you fúckin’ kidding?” he asked.

I met his stare and held it. “No, I'm being serious.”

Dane didn’t wait. He stepped around Caleb and crouched right in front of me. His presence hit me hard. He was close enough for me to smell the sweat on his neck and the beer on his breath. His hand came up and wrapped around my jaw. It wasn’t gentle.

He tilted my head up so I had to look at him. “You’re soaked in cúm,” he said. “How many guys already fúcked you tonight?”

I smiled against the pressure of his fingers. “Four guys. Reid, Marcus, Jay and Norlan”

His grip stayed firm. His eyes narrowed.

“So, you still want more cócks in you?”

I didn’t blink. “I want both of you now.”

He studied me in silence for another second. His thumb brushed the edge of my mouth. Then he let go of my face.

“Take your shirt off,” he said.

I reached for the hem slowly, letting my fingers tease the fabric before pulling it up. Their eyes stayed locked on me as more skin came into view. The soft cotton brushed my stomach, then peeled away from my chest.