Lynelle

Everyone except Ethan was home. He wasn't supposed to work today, but they had some medical emergency that they needed him for.

Having been cockblocked from her own hands yesterday when she tried to get herself off, Lynelle was still feeling the effects of her encounter with Ethan.

The four guys present were spread out all over the house, enough that wherever she went, she wasn't really alone. Which was an unfortunate situation for a horny lady trying to find a quiet corner to stick her hand down her pants.

After several hours of trying and failing to find a moment of peace, Lynelle found herself with a minute alone in her room, with nobody upstairs to hear her. She slid her hand into her panties and started rubbing her clit. She was already soaking wet; she had been all day. And all night.

It was not long before her eyes were closed in bliss and she was going to town on her clit.

A knock on the door. She jerked her hand out of her pants. The fuck??

"What?" She called, irritated. Jackson came in with a questioning eyebrow raised at her pissy tone.

"I was just wondering where the oregano i--"

She groaned and covered her face, aware she was being dramatic but too sexually frustrated to care.

"For fuck's sake. I try to have one fucking masturbation session and for some reason it is literally fucking impossible to find a second to get myself off with you guys buzzing around all the fucking time. Fuck," she finished loudly, almost out of breath. She didn't usually curse but she was in a state. Jackson raised his eyebrows.

Max and Char appeared in the doorway, looking curious.

"Who's fucking?" Max snickered.

"Not me," she grumbled. Rowan walked up behind them, quietly.

"Oh, sweetheart. Why didn't you just come to us? We can take care of you. No reason you should have to hide in your room and try to quietly make yourself cum," said Jackson, softly. He sat next to her on the bed. The others stood around her room, watching them.

"It's not like I can just walk up to you and tell you to... do that."

He laughed. "Sure you can. In fact, why don't you try it out right now?"

She stared at him blankly.

"Well? What do you want us to do to you, sweetheart?" Jackson asked patiently.

She stared at the ground, blushing. Trying to figure out what to say. What did she want? Some relief.

"Um..." She stared at him with wide eyes, getting some stage fright.

"Hmm. That won't do. Want me to help you out? Say, 'Please take care of my greedy pussy'."

"Please take care of my greedy pussy," she whispered so only Jackson could hear.

"What was that, sweetheart? I couldn't quite hear you."

"Please take care of my greedy pussy," she begged louder. Jackson nodded approvingly at her and beckoned towards the rest of the guys, who had been watching them. She had almost forgotten they were there.

He stood up and Rowan took his place. He didn't say anything but patted his lap, and she slid onto him so that she was facing the rest of them, with her back resting against him.

Jackson knelt down and took off both her shorts and panties at the same time. He folded them and put them on her bed, then kissed her knee and joined where the other guys were standing. Rowan took care of her shirt and bra, then grabbed her thighs with his rough hands and slowly spread them apart. She fidgeted anxiously as Char, Max, and Jackson stared between her legs. They seemed surprised by the absolute dripping mess between her thighs.

"Ohhh," said Max. "Ethan got his hands on you, didn't he?"

She nodded, surprised at his realization. "How did you know? He's always like that?"

Max smirks. "Oh, yeah. He'd love to have you tied to his bed for a few hours."

Lynelle stared at him, shocked. "Tied? To his bed?? For hours???"

"That's right, baby." He stepped forward and knelt in front of her spread legs, keeping his eyes on her face.

"But the others will do a lot worse to you, if you let them. And something tells me you will let them." His voice was so soft she could barely hear.

Lynelle jumped as Rowan grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back, squished between her and Rowan's delicious body. Did she feel abs?

Her eyes darted to the two men who were watching her from across her room. Jackson's hooded eyes were fixed on her pussy. She felt a wave of embarrassment at the thought of him seeing the slick, swollen mess down there, but she felt herself clench thinking about it.

Char was leaning against the door with his arms folded in front of him. He had a faint smile on his face, as he often did. But this smile wasn't the usual pleasant one -- it was different. Almost evil.

She looked back down at Max, who was watching her watch them watch her. What? Anyway.

"Well," he said, sliding his hands up her thighs. "Since you asked so nicely, why don't we take care of this greedy pussy?"

Jackson and Char both came alive, as if Max's words were some mutually understood invitation. She felt small, like prey, as they neared her. It was a primal, delicious feeling. Being trapped between four big, strong men was doing things to her. She whimpered at the thought of what they could do to her, and she would be powerless to stop them.

Char joined Max between her knees, while Jackson came and sat on the bed so he was right next to her.

As Jackson brushed away her hair to the other side of her neck, Char and Max placed each of her legs over their shoulders -- her left over Char's, and her right over Max's so that she was still spread.

Jackson nibbled on her neck, and she squirmed. Max reached between her legs and used his thumb to rub her clit in lazy, slow circles. She let her head rest on Rowan's shoulder and whined as Max teased her. She didn't need to be teased, she was more than ready. Her men were so evil to her. She loved it.

Jackson kissed her for a second, but then broke away and moved back down to her neck. He lightly bit her and she gasped, tilting her head away from him to give him better access to her neck. Her pussy leaked a little more from the primal way his teeth dug into her skin, which reinforced her feeling of being their prey.

"Do you like it when I bite you like that?" Jackson whispered. She felt embarrassed to tell the truth.

"I don't know."

"She does," Char chimed in for the first time. "She started dripping on Rowan's lap when you did it." Thanks for that, Char. He winked at her. She looked down and saw that she was, indeed, dripping onto Rowan's dark blue dress pants. Hope he didn't like them too much.

She distantly heard the front door slam, then footsteps downstairs.

"Looks like your tormentor is home," teased Max.

"Hello?" Ethan's distant voice called to the empty house.

"Lynelle's room," Jackson called back simply. He went back to sucking on her neck.

Max's thumb was driving her crazy and she bucked her hips into his hand, wanting more. Rowan wrapped his arm around her hips and hauled her against him, pinning her body against his so she couldn't push her hips towards them again. He didn't say anything but the message was clear: you'll take what we give you.

Ethan appeared in the doorway, looking exhausted but still smirking at her.

"Well, what's all this?"

"We're taking care of this poor girl, who you left in a fucking state," answered Jackson.

Ethan came in and closed the door behind him. "Good. She was being a tease."

"Well clearly I've paid for it!" She told him.

"You haven't gotten yourself off this entire time?"

"I haven't had one second alone. I'm not good at being quiet."

"You can say that again," mumbled Max, no doubt remembering when her whimpers woke him up.

"She deserves some relief," Ethan said, sitting on her other side and giving her a short, sweet kiss. He looked pretty beat.

Max abandoned her clit, which she was about to complain about, but before she could, he slid two of his warm, thick fingers into her. Her hips strained against Rowan's iron hold and she groaned.

Char came alive, leaning forward and putting his hot mouth on her clit. His tongue rubbed her clit, then slid down between her labia, brushing Max's fingers as they worked her pussy as easily as if he had been born knowing how to do it.

She was completely unraveled, coming apart on their fingers and tongue. Jackson slid his hand into her hair and pulled it a little, angling her head exactly how he wanted. Once he was satisfied with her position, he continued leaving his marks on her neck. She was perfectly content to be moved around like a ragdoll.

Ethan tucked her hair behind her ear, then leaned closer to her and spoke into her ear in soft, soothing tones.

"You're taking this so well, darling. Such a good girl. Look how Max is watching Char eat your pussy -- the jealousy. He wants to be the one tasting you. We all do, shit. See the way Jackson's cock is straining against his zipper? And surely you can feel Rowan. And my mouth is watering at the thought of getting my tongue in that pretty pussy."

She whimpered and squirmed against Rowan, whose cock she could, indeed, feel poking against her ass. She didn't mind one bit.

Char was rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles, like how she wanted, and using his tongue inside her hole.

Ethan's hand started playing with her tits, kneading them and pinching her nipples. Rolling them between his fingers. She let out a broken groan and arched her chest into him.

"Mm. You're nice and sensitive here, aren't you? Very cute. One day I'll get you in my bed and see if you can cum just from this," he promised her in a whisper, and she widened her eyes. Would he really?

Max changed the angle he was fucking her with, rubbing her insides perfectly, and suddenly her elusive orgasm was upon her. She tried to close her legs, but Max and Char's broad shoulders shut that idea down pretty quick.

"I'm gonna cum," she sighed, squirming against Rowan's restraining arms. Nobody answered her but they all kept up what they were doing, so she took that as a sign that she was actually going to reach her orgasm this time.

As it approached her, Ethan gently turned her face towards him and kissed her. As she finally came, writhing against her restrainer, he kept kissing her, muffling her moans in his mouth. Lynelle saw stars behind her closed eyes and enjoyed the longest, most intense orgasm she'd ever had.

As it subsided and the guys stopped playing with her body, Rowan withdrew his trapping arms from her and set them gently on her waist instead, turning to lay her down on her bed. Char brought her a warm, wet towel and gently cleaned her.

Rowan kissed her forehead, followed by the rest of the guys. Everyone but Ethan walked out. He sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair absentmindedly.

She found herself suddenly wondering why nobody has fucked her yet. It's not that they didn't want her, but she realized that they've only pleasured her. She wanted to return the favor.

She sneaked a look over at Ethan's cock, which was still straining against his scrubs pants. Scorching hot in those things.

"Not right now, darling," Ethan said, his voice coarse. She looked up to see he was staring at her. Not so sneaky after all. "You're welcome to play with it, but you look like you're about ready to collapse right now."

He was right, she was dead tired.

Ethan held her as she fell asleep, and she'd never felt more comfortable.