Waylon came in soon after, only limping a tiny bit, one pants leg tight from a bandage underneath. "It really wasn't bad," he said, sniffing. "Someone has the good tinned fish..."
I handed him a can. "Fancy Feast," I said with a snicker. "And then I have plans for you."
"On one condition," Waylon said after I explained. "Dark, dark room, because I don't want these guys to see my orgasm face if I can't see theirs."
"No! We're not just going to always have sex in the dark! You're all sooo good-looking, that is--"
"I like Waylon's idea," Flor said, cutting me off. "I don't like other guys watching me come."
"But then how is that going to work? What if I accidentally touch one of you instead of Frankie?" Ian growled.
"Don't tell me your nose can't tell a dick from a cunt," Waylon scoffed. "Look--I'm not saying every time, I'm just saying the first time, it'll take you out of it."
"You are putting way too much discussion time into what should be a hot night!" I said, slapping the table. "Lights off, but curtains open. It's a crescent moon so I think that’s a decent compromise. I want to see some six-packs and sexy butts tonight, but okay, we can keep it subtle. Still, wouldn't a bunch of disembodied breathing and grunting be worse? I mean--well, sorry, Waylon."
"Then I call first bang," he said.
"Then I call second bang," Ian said. "Right? How is this supposed to work?"
"We could all fuck at the same time, just saying," Flor said. "but maybe that's the grand finale. Oh...shit. I think we're making the queen mad."
"How about this? I'm the queen, so I'll decide and you can stop sounding like I grabbed you off the street!” I cried.
"Didn't you?" Flor said.
“Why do I get the feeling that the consorts from thousands of years ago were gallant and chivalrous and didn't talk like this?”
“I think guys are always guys, Frankie,” Ian said. “But you’ll forget all about it in a minute.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Frankie
I mean, it's true, none of us knew how to get four people together at once. It wasn't like I'd ever had one serious boyfriend before, much less all of this.But I was a quick study. And I'd learned a lot lately.
They had too, all of us growing closer together. I had never dared to dream of something like this before I met them, but I knew we were all meant to come together.
I threw open the curtains before anything else and as I felt all their eyes on me, I stepped out of my skirt and then lifted off my top, letting the moonlight caress my bare skin.
Ian let out a soft but predatory growl, that sounded like he was trying to restrain himself. I basked in it, reaching back and unhooking my bra.
Waylon walked up to me and caught my hand as I tried to drop it. "Okay, kid, I'm already tired of the strip show," he purred in my ear, and he reached up to slowly run his hands up my ribs, so slowly that I had time to take in every inch of skin that he touched, and finally his hands reached my breasts and gave my nipples a form, rough tug.
"Oh!" I gasped, pressing my ass against him.
"This show still isn't bad," Flor said, as Waylon now reached up and wrapped his hands around my neck, possessive, my arms caught in the angles of his elbows as he pulled my head slightly sideways and ran his tongue from my earlobe and down my neck.
He walked me to the bed, with his body close behind me and his hands still pressed to my neck, and pushed me down into the soft puff of the comforter.
"Hey, Waylon, just so you know, I got a lot of toys and she responded very well to them," Flor said. "Including some to get her prepared for responsible back door action."
"Ah...how does that sound to you, pussycat?" Waylon asked.
"Flor's bag of tricks was...pretty good last time," I breathed. "I trust you." One thing about Flor's past trauma is that I could tell, although he might like control, he really took the responsibility of taking control seriously.
"How long does it take to prepare girls for that?" Ian asked, with his always-charming combination of naïveté and hunger.
"Well, everything just depends on the girl," Flor said. “But I think it’s better not to force things. Here.” He opened the drawer and handed something to Waylon. "You turn this on with a button and just work her clit with it until she's relaxed and needing more, right? And knowing Frankie, she'll be asking for more in no time..."
“Oh yes..." Waylon turned on the bullet vibrator and worked the tip of it lightly all over me between my legs, keeping his body close to mine just behind me. I felt Flor casually give my tailbone a scratch again to encourage me to rub my ass right against Waylon's shirt.
Already, I felt any sense of awkwardness melt away and I just wanted to let go completely, not play coy. I wanted to skip right to some good stuff, and Waylon now rolling the vibrator's length across my clit was definitely the good stuff.
"Thank god we didn't do this in total darkness," Ian said huskily from a slight distance. "Frankie, you're so hot... Sorry, Waylon," he added hastily.
"Ohh, pussycat, I'm going to make you pay every time they apologize," Waylon said, smacking my ass with his open palm while he kept rubbing the vibrator over me.
"Yes...yes..." I gushed over his hand at the very arousing, bright sensation. “I don’t think you can make me pay! It’s been a long day and I just want some cock!”
“I guess you’re right because I’m definitely not going to deny you that request,” Waylon said.
"And I just want...you," Ian said, and he started pulling off his clothes like he couldn't stand having them on anymore. He made sure to stand in my view.
Waylon was really teasing me with the vibrator, just going slow, letting my feelings build and crest without satisfaction.
Flor had gone to the bathroom to wash off his latest toy and he walked back to Waylon. "You want to try the anal plug? It's on the small side, you know, to work her into it. And here's the lube."
"You two are so cute," I panted out, because Flor had obviously considered that Waylon might not really know the shapes of sex toys and need to feel them. "But...don't take too long. I want..."
My eyes swept up to Ian instead, taking in his beautiful scars and his handsome face, where my old familiar love with him mingled with new surprises etched not just on his skin but in his golden eyes. The spot where Dugan tore at his shoulder was still reddish and barely healed. But he looked so strong, so unbothered by it all.
As Waylon still teased my core with the vibrator, I reached for Ian and pulled him into bed with me. I wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a little tug. He quickly got close to me, where I wanted him--where I could stroke my tongue down his flesh.
He bit his lip, his eyelids lowering, his gaze smoldering. Who knew Ian could smolder? Well, I think he was also a little embarrassed because Waylon said all that stuff about orgasm faces, but it just made me want to tease him more.
"Ah!" My gasp was almost a squeak as I felt, behind me, Waylon push the tip of the anal plug into me.