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Authors: Qwillia Rain
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situation was, I understood that he felt it would draw us closer to one another. Or maybe it was simply I’d reached the decision I’d been debating earlier.
In my mind, I heard the distinctive fastening of a lock. Instead of a weight settling around my shoulders as I accepted this final symbol of George’s mastery of my body, an incredible lightness filled me. A freedom spilled through my mind and heart, making me aware of just how right submitting to his commands was for me. No other lover had instilled such confidence in me as George did. None had touched my heart and soul as this man did.
His needs, his presence, completed me in ways I was still trying to understand, but freely accepted.
With a shaky nod, I allowed him to lead me, like his trusting pet, into the dimly lit living room. From my stereo, the haunting strains of Middle Eastern music wafted through the room. Upon our entrance, the little conversation drew to a close. There were five men, not including George, in various relaxed poses in my living room, none of whom I’d ever met before. Each man was dressed similarly to my lover, in loose drawstring pants and bare chests. Each man matched George in height and fitness. Some were leaner while others were slightly huskier, but none was any less attractive than he.
As I stood there, George stepped away, leaving me in the center of the room, breasts swollen and bare, exposed from the waist down. Among the men I didn’t see Mike.
Inwardly, I heaved a sigh of relief, until I noticed the familiar bottle of wine on the coffee table with six empty glasses scattered about the room. And the woven basket that usually held a collection of wrapped candies was filled with familiar, distinctive black plastic packets.
A gesture from George brought the first man forward. “This is Aaron,” George offered.
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The man was handsome, lean face, dark brown eyes. Behind the fabric of his pants, his arousal pushed at the soft fabric. Leaning forward, he fastened his lips to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth while one hand stroked my breast and the other tested the damp curls at my apex.
My eyes closed in appreciation of his skillful technique in kissing. Before I could return the caress, he slipped back and returned to his lounging position on the sofa, his fingers smoothing over the hard length of his penis.
“This is Vincent.”
A second man stepped forward, his hands slipping beneath my robe to cup my buttocks as his mouth dipped to suckle at a taut nipple. I gasped, burying my hand in his curly black hair. Still, he pulled away before I could enjoy more.
“Elkin.”
The third man stepped in front of me, took my trembling hand in his, and slipped it beneath his pants, cupping my hand over his thick erection. He withdrew my hand when I made to clasp him, and stepped away with a wry smile lifting his full lips and a twinkle in his storm-cloud-colored eyes.
“Terry.”
This man approached slowly, measuring every inch of me with sharp blue eyes as he walked around my shaking form, his blunt fingertips trailing from an aroused nipple to my shoulder, down my back, around to my other shoulder, then down to my other straining nipple.
“And last, Garrick.”
Garrick merely nodded toward me from his position in the nearest easy chair, lids lowered over keen amber eyes. He looked as sexy clothed in the loose pants, as he had in jeans and a T-shirt that day I’d spotted him outside George’s apartment. The heat in those golden eyes sent a twist through my belly rivaling my first reaction upon meeting George.
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The beat of the music grew louder as George eased the volume of the stereo up. My body began to sway to the rhythm of the pipes and guitars.
“Touch yourself, Gina,” George whispered from his corner of the room.
Caught in the thrall of the music and the heated eyes watching me, I caressed my breasts as my hips shifted, weaving a tiny figure eight, drawing
In my mind, I heard the distinctive fastening of a lock. Instead of a weight settling around my shoulders as I accepted this final symbol of George’s mastery of my body, an incredible lightness filled me. A freedom spilled through my mind and heart, making me aware of just how right submitting to his commands was for me. No other lover had instilled such confidence in me as George did. None had touched my heart and soul as this man did.
His needs, his presence, completed me in ways I was still trying to understand, but freely accepted.
With a shaky nod, I allowed him to lead me, like his trusting pet, into the dimly lit living room. From my stereo, the haunting strains of Middle Eastern music wafted through the room. Upon our entrance, the little conversation drew to a close. There were five men, not including George, in various relaxed poses in my living room, none of whom I’d ever met before. Each man was dressed similarly to my lover, in loose drawstring pants and bare chests. Each man matched George in height and fitness. Some were leaner while others were slightly huskier, but none was any less attractive than he.
As I stood there, George stepped away, leaving me in the center of the room, breasts swollen and bare, exposed from the waist down. Among the men I didn’t see Mike.
Inwardly, I heaved a sigh of relief, until I noticed the familiar bottle of wine on the coffee table with six empty glasses scattered about the room. And the woven basket that usually held a collection of wrapped candies was filled with familiar, distinctive black plastic packets.
A gesture from George brought the first man forward. “This is Aaron,” George offered.
Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
47
The man was handsome, lean face, dark brown eyes. Behind the fabric of his pants, his arousal pushed at the soft fabric. Leaning forward, he fastened his lips to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth while one hand stroked my breast and the other tested the damp curls at my apex.
My eyes closed in appreciation of his skillful technique in kissing. Before I could return the caress, he slipped back and returned to his lounging position on the sofa, his fingers smoothing over the hard length of his penis.
“This is Vincent.”
A second man stepped forward, his hands slipping beneath my robe to cup my buttocks as his mouth dipped to suckle at a taut nipple. I gasped, burying my hand in his curly black hair. Still, he pulled away before I could enjoy more.
“Elkin.”
The third man stepped in front of me, took my trembling hand in his, and slipped it beneath his pants, cupping my hand over his thick erection. He withdrew my hand when I made to clasp him, and stepped away with a wry smile lifting his full lips and a twinkle in his storm-cloud-colored eyes.
“Terry.”
This man approached slowly, measuring every inch of me with sharp blue eyes as he walked around my shaking form, his blunt fingertips trailing from an aroused nipple to my shoulder, down my back, around to my other shoulder, then down to my other straining nipple.
“And last, Garrick.”
Garrick merely nodded toward me from his position in the nearest easy chair, lids lowered over keen amber eyes. He looked as sexy clothed in the loose pants, as he had in jeans and a T-shirt that day I’d spotted him outside George’s apartment. The heat in those golden eyes sent a twist through my belly rivaling my first reaction upon meeting George.
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The beat of the music grew louder as George eased the volume of the stereo up. My body began to sway to the rhythm of the pipes and guitars.
“Touch yourself, Gina,” George whispered from his corner of the room.
Caught in the thrall of the music and the heated eyes watching me, I caressed my breasts as my hips shifted, weaving a tiny figure eight, drawing
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