Chapter 38
Daniel
Daniel ran as fast as she could toward the guest cottage, and as she rounded the corner of the house she slipped and went pinwheeling into a rose bush. Ignoring the thin bloody scratches on her legs she picked herself up and kept running until she came to a skidding halt at the front door. She could hear music playing. Not loud enough to piss anyone off but loud enough that she knew what it was, Ok Computer by Radiohead. And the boys weren’t asleep at all, she could hear them laughing even over the music.
What if they went out, met some girls, brought them back here and are now trying to seduce them to alt-rock songs? A panicky part of her brain asked.
Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself. Would they have met girls already? In the rose bushes? Have some self-respect Schwartz.
But still she didn’t knock on the door, she lingered on the doorstep, her mouth dry, endorphins pumping thick and fast through her veins. She needed to hurry up and speak to them or the stress was liable to make her pass out on their doorstep but she was just so…“Scared,” she whispered. “Really properly scared.”
Her hand twitched for the second joint in her pocket but something held her back. Reminded her that the harder she tried to pile good drugs on top of bad news the more it was going to hurt in the end. She smiled. In some fucked up way Middlebend had taught her moderation. She should send Elkin a thank you note. And a wig.
She took a deep breath, raised a fist and knocked on the door.
“Fuck,” she heard Colt say. “Must be about the music.”
Daniel began to rock backward and forward on her heels. She’d been all pumped up for a sexy, emotionally charged reunion but they’d thought she was some disgruntled neighbor here to bitch about the music. What if they opened the door and were all “Oh. You’re back. Did you leave a sock here or something?”
“Fuck this,” she muttered, turning on her heel.
Unfortunately the door opened before she could move into the shadows.
“Daniel? Are you doorbell ditching?” It was John, frowny, stern unbearably gorgeous John.
She whirled back around. “Hey I just…”
She stared at his T-shirt, then up at his incredibly tense expression, the back at his T-shirt. She couldn’t help it, she began to laugh.
“Don’t,” he said folding his arms over his chest. “Don’t you fucking laugh, Schwartz.”
“I can’t help it!” she said between helpless giggles. “I just- I didn’t realize you’d joined Chippendales in my absence.”
John scowled at her, all bunched black brows and turned down lips. “You bail on us, you show up here at one in the morning and now you’re laughing at me?”
“How are you at dancing?” Daniel continued for reasons she didn’t really understand. “Can I be your manager? Can I wear a really big hat? Can I say things like ‘if you wanna touch it, that’ll be twenty bucks?’”
“Who is it?” Colt called.
“It’s—” Daniel began but before she could get another word out she was sailing through the air. John had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder, carrying her with great crashing footsteps into the kitchen where, upside down she spotted Colt and Seb.
“Heyyy,” she said in her most charming and adorable manner. “Can you guys help me? I think John’s mad about something.”
Colt and Seb both gave her upside down frowns.
“Oh you’re back are you?” Colt said.
“I’m starting to think you’re all mad about something…”
“Funny about that,” John snarled. “Get everything off the table,”
Colt and Seb removed the dirty plate and a half full bottle of whiskey. The instant the wood was cleared John placed her on it and the three of them proceeded to stare down at her.
“I feel like I’m in the car boot from Pulp Fiction,” Daniel said. “What are you lot so hacked off about?”
“How about you abandoning us and actin’ like you never wanted to see us again,” snarled Seb
“I didn’t do that!” Daniel lied.
“Yes you did,” all three of them said at once.
“Fine, so maybe I did.” Daniel folded her anorak-ed arms across her chest. “I was scared and I didn’t know what to do, and I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to be with me now that we’re in the real world and I’m a doomsayer and stuff.”
“You could have talked to us,” Colt said. “Instead of disappearing then showing up here in the middle of the fucking night.”
“Yeah but…” As always she was captivated by his mouth, the firmness of his lips, the softness of the stubble around it. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss all of you.
“Daniel? You were saying something?”
“I think there are bits of chicken in my hair.”
John made an angry jaguar noise.
“I mean, I’m sorry for leaving you here!” she corrected. “And many other things that I’m sure will become apparent in the fullness of time but I’m really happy to see you and I think everything might be okay.”
“Why is she talkin’ like that?” Seb asked, blue eyes narrowed.
“She’s high,” John said rolling his eyes. “You can smell it.”
“Daniel!” Seb protested.
“What? This is a commune!”
Seb made disappointed spluttering sounds as Colt grinned. “You have any more?”
“As a matter of fact…” She rummaged around in the anorak pocket.
“Enough.” John’s voice burst out of him in that sharp way it had when they were escaping. The one that didn’t leave an inch for disobedience. “We need to talk.”
“I know we do.” Daniel stared at his mouth now. So pretty. So big. Did he eat pussy? Was there some humiliation/domineering scenario in which he would eat her pussy?
“Are you staring at my mouth?” John asked, his tone somewhere between irritation and amusement.
“Maybe. I can’t really think while you’re all standing over me like this.”
“Oh yeah?” John stepped closer to the table so that he was almost, almost standing between her spread thighs.
“Yeah,” Daniel said, noticing her voice had gone all soft and husky. “Did you know we’ve never been together, all four of us?”
“So that’s why you came back here,” Colt growled. “To get laid?”
“No. Well yeah,” she admitted. “But also I really care about you and I hope we stay together. Because…” She gasped. “J’accuse! Because you told Winton you were leaving tomorrow! Here I am feeling all guilty when you dickholes are the ones who were abandoning me!”
She glared up at them.
“That was John’s idea not mine,” Colt said quickly. “I was against it.”
John glared at him. “Thanks Colt.”
“What? She’s our girl.” Colt swallowed her hand in his big warm one. “Princess, we’re not gonna leave unless you want us to.”
Daniel shook her head, hair swishing across the table. “I want us to stay together.”
She could have added more, maybe about how happy they made her, or the feeling she had deep in her belly that said this was the right thing to do but she couldn’t. Just saying ‘I want us to stay together’ made her want to laugh hysterically because any one of the men in front of her could so easily respond with ‘Yeah? Well I don’t want us to stay together. How do you like that Schwartz?’
But they didn’t. Colt squeezed her hand and Seb touched her hair and John almost, almost smiled.
“We can try and work something out,” John said with a look that made her whole body weak.
“As long as we don’t have to live on a fucking farm forever,” Colt chipped in. “I mean, it’s okay for Hayseed over here but I’m not killing any cows.”
Daniel smirked up at him. “Noted. Well you have all that Middlebend money. We could go to Hawaii.”
Colt’s face filled with boyish enthusiasm. “Or Japan. There’s a robot wrestling restaurant in Tokyo.”
“I think Paris would be nice,” Seb said.
“Paris is nice,” Daniel agreed. “But I don’t care where we go. Except for Australia. I don’t want to go to Australia.”
“Before we discuss that, there’s something else we need to deal with,” John said, his voice cold again. Daniel’s heart stopped. “What is it?”
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “Winton told us we weren’t allowed to lay a hand on you as long as we were on this base.”
Daniel scowled up at him. “He didn’t.”
“Oh yeah he did,” Colt said, smirking. “Said we weren’t allowed to sleep under the same roof. But you snuck out of bed to come find us anyway, didn’t you, princess?”
Daniel felt the atmosphere shift between them. Discussion time was over, playtime had begun. She sensed that Colt, that all three of them, liked the idea of her coming to them in the middle of the night against some other man’s wishes. So she stayed quiet, heat pooling below her belly button.
“Daniel…?” John said in a soft velvety voice.
She didn’t feel like she was in the Pulp Fiction car boot anymore, she felt like a sacrificial virgin tied to a satanic altar. “I came to find you because I missed you.”
“Missed us or missed what we can give you?”
“Both?”
All three of them scowled. “What do you think we should do with her?” Seb asked.
John tugged her anorak open, shifting her body as he peeled the heavy canvas away from her shoulders. “Depends. What’s the price for sneaking out late at night hoping the men you abandoned are willing to fuck you some more?”
“You could be nice to me?” Daniel suggested.
“We could make her suck us off and send her back to bed hungry,” Colt said, pulling off one of her Ugg boots. “Swallow all that dick she can’t ride. She’d fuckin’ hate that.”
“I would,” Daniel agreed.
“Shh,” John said pressing a finger to her lips. “I think you’re forgetting she likes giving head. Any other suggestions? Kid?”
Seb’s fingers trailed over her collarbones. “We could spank her ass.”
Daniel glared at him. “I remember when you were nice.”
Seb smirked, his bruises making him look like a blond Artful Dodger. “And I remember how your ass felt when I came inside it. Can’t imagine what it’d be like when the skin’s all pink and tender.”
He had to be drunk, there was no way he’d be able to say that to her sober. At least not without going fire engine red. “You know, maybe we shouldn’t have sex,” she said. “You guys have been drinking and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
All three of them laughed.
“Sweetheart.” Colt snatched the bottle off the counter and held it up. “I’m six-four. I could drink two of these myself and be fine.”
“Neeeh I’m Colt, I’m so big,” Daniel mimicked with exaggerated macho-ness. “Get around yourself a bit more, Tarzan. That’s such an attractive quality in a man.”
“That’s enough.” John placed a light hand over her mouth. “Do you wanna hear what I think we should do with her?”
“Sure. Why not?” Colt said, taking a long swallow from the bottle and handing it to Seb.
John dug into his back pocket and pulled out a knife. It wasn’t at all appropriate but at the sight of it Daniel’s belly tensed with excitement. “You’re not allowed to have weapons here.”
“They said no guns. This…” He sliced through the neck of her t-shirt and slid the blade down the material to her belly. “Is a switchblade.”
He pulled the remains of her t-shirt away and then paused. “You’re wearing a bra.”
“And?”
“I’ve never seen you wear a bra.”
Daniel shrugged. “Felt like a change.”
“Felt like a…” John’s upper lip curled. “Just for the record, before I let Seb spank your ass raw, you’re telling me you let your tits bounce around for weeks on end just because we were there to watch them?”
Daniel couldn’t help but grin. “Something like that, Heathcliff.”
“Right.” John lifted the center of her bra and sliced through it like it was a birthday cake. “Here’s how it’s gonna be this first time, with all of us. You are not getting petted, you are not getting played with, and you are not getting your little pussy licked. You’re going to take us, all of us, and with god as my fuckin’ witness, Schwartz, you’re not gonna come once. You hear me?”
Daniel gasped as John slid his cold palms over her breasts.
“You don’t have a clit tonight,” he growled. “You don’t have needs. You’re a wet, willing body for us to fuck until we forget why we’re so pissed off with you.”
“And why are you pissed off with me again?”
John scooped his hands under her ass and flipped her over so that her stomach was pressed along the table, her legs dangling over the side. “Kid, I believe you had something you wanted to do to Miss Schwartz’ ass.”
Seb stepped up behind her, rubbing his palms together like he was trying to start a fire.
Twenty minutes later they were in the master bedroom. She was on her knees sucking Seb, her ass burning as John and Colt discussed what to do with her next.
They’re here, she thought as she drew Seb deeper into her mouth. They’re mine.
She’d lost count of how many times her sweetheart had spanked her, making the flesh burn and pleasure fizzle through her like soft drink bubbles. In the end Colt had taken a turn as well, blistering her already sensitive skin with a hand that was almost twice as big and rough. As per John’s request, her underwear had stayed on the whole time, providing a barrier between them and her swollen, begging pussy. Now the crotch panel was soaked. No matter what John said, if they fucked her she was going to come.
“Goddamn,” Seb groaned in his honeyed voice. “That’s it, darlin’, use your tongue. Suck me hard. Soon you’re gonna be sitting on that big cock.”
She liked drunk Seb. He spanked her and said fun things.
Daniel was suddenly aware of John and Colt’s eyes on her, a sharpness that said they were studying the pull of her mouth, the shake of her ass, the pleading wet patch between her legs.
“God she’s fucking eager,” Colt muttered. “I swear I wanna fuck her everywhere.”
“Warm up her ass and you can. She’s taking all of us tonight.”
She and Seb moaned, his fingers tightening around her left breast.
“On second thoughts…” Cool fingers fisted her hair, pulling her mouth away from Seb.
“Turn around and suck on Colt,” John said. “Kid and I have work to do.”
John’s voice wasn’t unaffectionate but it was a command not a question. Daniel turned and found Colt kneeling behind her his cock fisted in his hand. She fell on his shaft and her damp lips instantly resumed the sucking pattern she’d been using on Seb, her lips noting the difference in thickness and flavor.
Three men, she thought to herself. My men.
As she sucked, John tugged down her underwear, exposing her damp heat to the air.
“Geez she’s wet,” Seb moaned.
“She is,” John said. “But we’ve still gotta get her ready.”
When Daniel felt Mr. I-Haven’t-Fucked-Anyone-Solo-Since-The-Bush-Administration’s tongue swirling around her asshole, she splintered a little inside. She’d never been able to picture John doing something as stereotypically submissive as using his mouth on her, yet here he was.
“Come and you’ll get your ass spanked again,” John warned. “Then you’ll blow us and go to bed hungry.”
I won’t, she thought and channeled her manic sexual energy into sucking Colt’s cock until he snarled that if John didn’t get a fucking move on he was going to kill him.
“Relax,” John said pressing a damp fingertip to her arse. “You’ll get your turn. Kid, suit up.”
The bed rose as Seb moved off it, then lowered with his return. A condom wrapper tore and Daniel wished she could watch. The tense, almost-remorseful look on Seb’s face as he sheathed himself was always perfection. Like he knew it was sinful to prepare for sex but the urge to fuck her was too powerful to resist. Was it evil that she hoped he always stayed that way?
Colt jerked her hair. “Concentrate, princess.”
She returned to the task with fresh vigor, squeezing him tight and sucking as hard as she could. John pressed a second finger into her arse and it was the strangest sensation; being full but empty where she really wanted to feel the pressure.
“Now you see how wet she is?” John asked Seb.
“Yeah.”
“She’s ready for you, just go slow like you did before, feels a lot deeper from the back.”
John eased his fingers out of her ass and Daniel whimpered. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll get something better in just a second.”
Seb’s warmer, more tentative fingers caressed her skin.
“Spit on ‘em,” John said casually. “Lube ‘em up and make sure you can get ‘em all the way in before you fuck her.”
Daniel moaned again. This was like her dream. No, this was better than her dream because instead of foggy details if she looked around she could see everything in crisp twenty-twenty vision. As uncertain fingers pressed inside her, she noted the difference between them. John had stroked her precisely, expertly. Seb was exploring, his touch hesitant and sweet. She moved to take her mouth off Colt and tell him how good it felt but a big hand pressed down on her scalp.
“I don’t think so,” Colt snarled. “Kid, hurry the fuck up, the girl’s squirmier than a virgin on her wedding night.”
Some fucking wedding night, Daniel thought, taking Colt deeper into her mouth.
Seb slowly drew his fingers out of her butt and placed the heavy weight of his cock against her instead. Daniel’s stomach drew taut with excitement and she arched her back, presenting her ass to him.
All three men groaned approvingly and she realized, actually realized that she was having a four-way. A gangbang. Group sex with three hard cocks, three filthy minds, and six hard, greedy hands.
No wonder Iris had been jealous.
“Daniel, is this okay?” Seb panted, his cock sinking slowly into her arse.
She moaned her approval around Colt’s cock.
“She’s fine,” John said, his cold hands passing up her spine. “Just take it easy and don’t touch her fucking clit. Tell me when you’re all the way inside.”
He moved to kneel beside Colt, a tower of pale skin and hard muscle. “You mind?”
“Nope.” Colt slid out of her mouth and gripping her by the hair, turned her toward John offering her mouth to him like it was his to give.
Daniel wrapped her lips around John’s cooler, muskier, altogether different cock, stroking the one she’d just vacated. Behind her Seb was slowly beginning to thrust, sending sparks skittering across her back and down her thighs. She could feel her orgasm building, sure and bright as flame.
Don’t come, she told herself. Don’t think about sucking two cocks at once. Don’t think about the fact you’re walled in by dudes. Just don’t think at all.
“Think she could swallow both of us?” John asked lazily, playing with her hair.
Colt wrapped his big hand around her palm forcing her to stroke him faster. “Maybe. She’s got a hungry little throat.”
“Whenever you talk she gets so tight,” Seb grunted, pressing deep inside her. His balls brushed against her clit and she screwed her eyes shut and moaned.
“Fuck, Rhodes, are you almost in?” Colt choked. “I’m dying.”
John clucked his tongue. “Here.”
He pulled himself from Daniel’s mouth and guided her back over to Colt who moved gratefully between her lips.
“I’m in,” Seb panted. “Oh fuck I’m all the way in.”
“Good.” Daniel was gratified to hear John didn’t sound nearly as calm as before. His voice was ragged, urgent. “Colt, get a condom on.”
Colt got up and Daniel heard plastic crackle as he sheathed himself with one of the magnums he carried in his wallet.
“What about me?” Seb said shakily. “Should I move?”
“No, you’re gonna turn onto your back,” John said. “You and him are gonna do her together.”
Daniel tensed. She wasn’t opposed to double penetration, in fact she was incredibly turned on by it but she’d never pictured a specific time and place in which it went down. ‘Right now’ seemed awfully soon.
John bent down so their eyes were level. “You want us to stop? Take you one at a time?”
“No, it’s just…” Daniel forced herself to say the words. “What if I can’t handle it?”
John’s face softened. “If that even comes close to happening we’ll stop and I swear to you no one will be disappointed. Will we?”
“I promise,” Seb assured her stroking her hair.
“Promise,” Colt echoed, somehow managing to look both fierce and adoring all while gripping his own dick. “And John was just mouthing off before, you can come.”
“He’s right.” John’s lips brushed her ear. “And we’ll all be watching. It’ll feel better than anything on earth.”
But Daniel knew he was wrong, no amount of DP would ever top this warm, liquid chocolate feeling of being…loved. Not loved in a googly-eyed Valentine’s Day sense, loved like she’d been loved as a child.
Love as comfort. Love as kindness. Love as having people you could live and die with. It might have been hideously inappropriate to realize that mid-orgy but then she was hideously inappropriate by design.
“Daniel?” John asked. “What do you want?”
Daniel swallowed the half-baked phrases bubbling up inside her; ‘you mean so much to me’ and ‘this can’t be real’ and ‘I’m so glad you’re here.’ Instead she smiled up at John and said, “Let’s do this thing.”
Turned out double penetration was a lot like playing Twister, everyone’s bodies had to be touching the right place at the right time. Seb lay beneath her, thrust to the hilt inside her arse, his lips kissing the back of her neck, making her whole body tingle. Colt knelt in front of her his weight resting on his hands and his cock braced against her pussy. “How do you feel, princess?”
“Nervous but willing,” she said honestly. “Your Megatron dick is gonna make this experience a trial by fire though.”
Colt nipped at her throat with his teeth. “You love it.”
“I know I do.”
“Just go slow,” John said, running a thumb across her lower lip. “Take your time.”
The initial penetration stung, there was no getting around that, but it also felt insane. The pressure was like nothing she’d ever felt before, drawing her up and out of consciousness until she was utterly focused on her body.
“It’s too much,” Colt grunted, withdrawing slightly.
“No,” Daniel said, clutching his back. “Please keep going, please, please, please.”
So with a tortured groan Colt continued. He eased himself inside her until Daniel didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Her serotonin surged, the pleasure doubled, then trebled and soon all she could think was that there was no way she could ever come like this. It was too raw, too intense. Like dying.
“Stay still,” John instructed. “Let her get used to you while Seb moves.”
And so Seb began rocking slowly, ever so slowly inside her. It was subtle, barely more than an inch in and out but the stimulation was everything. Daniel made a high pained sound and Seb flinched. “She’s hurting.”
“No.” John stroked her face. “She’s full. She’s so full she’s about to burst. She’s never had so much inside her. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
John smiled. “Just relax and let us take care of you, Colt you can move now.”
He began to rut inside her, soft little motions that made her eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Oh fuck, it feels so good.”
“Of course it does,” John said. “Let go, feel everything.”
Daniel looked across and saw he was stroking himself, his eyes trained on their bodies.
“Let me suck you,” she panted.
John ignored her, his gaze flicking between her breasts and the place where the three of them were joined. “You feel Seb? He’s so close. He’s chewing on his lip trying to keep himself from coming. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. Work harder, kid, push up inside her.”
Seb grunted in her ear, turned on, as he always was by orders, he began to work his hips as commanded, making Daniel cry out as orgasm stuttered closer.
“John?” she begged. “Please? I want to make you come too.”
“You feel Colt?” John said not meeting her eyes. “He’s barely holding on. This is his favorite thing, his ultimate fantasy, he can barely look at you knowing you’re taking it in both holes.”
Colt gave a strangled moan and began to thrust hard and fast. Daniel felt skittering little hands race across her neck and breasts, everything inside her hot and cold at once. It was so powerful, it was terrifying. It was like the three of them as individuals were merging, becoming one entity inside of her.
And then there was John, watching her from what felt like a million miles away, directing her pleasure when he should have been at the heart of it. She held out a hand. “John…”
He shook his head, shuffling backward so she couldn’t reach him.
“Fuck her harder,” he instructed, and because he was in charge Seb and Colt obeyed.
Daniel screamed as they began to pull in and out of her slick and fast. Her nerves sang opera, her brain exploded with ivory ribbons of pleasure.
“Oh lord do you feel that?” Seb moaned.
“Yeah it’s like…” Colt shook his head. “If I say it I’m gonna fucking blow.”
And Daniel knew that the dizzying high was no longer her own, they were with her, she could feel it, and John knew that it was happening. Knew and was choosing not to be a part of it as he’d opted not to be with her until it was almost too late. She placed a hand on Seb and Colt’s chests. “Stop.”
They ceased their movements at once.
“Are you hurt?” Seb said, fighting to keep his voice even.
“No, I just don’t want to do this without John.”
All three of them turned to look at their friend.
“What’s your problem, man?” Colt groaned. “Let her suck your dick.”
“She’s too caught up,” John said, still refusing to meet her gaze. “She’ll bite me.”
“I will not,” Daniel said as assertively as she could. “Come on, we’re running out of time. Be with us. Be with me. While we still can.”
Colt’s hands tightened around her hips and Seb’s mouth sputtered along her neck, both of them drawing closer to her body, as though they were freezing and she was heat itself.
Daniel meant they were running out of time to keep this orgy going but really, they were running out of time in a much more tangible, finite way as well. “The end is coming, let this be about all of us.”
For the longest moment John just stared but right when Daniel was about to despair he moved forward, eyes as tender as new grass. “Take it,” he whispered, rubbing himself against her lips. “Let me in.”
So she did. And when they all started moving again everything was all right.
Daniel wasn’t sure who came first, or last for that matter. It all seemed to happen in waves of noise and sensation. She only knew that she never wanted it to end and she didn’t come quietly, she screamed. Had John’s cock not been in her mouth she’d probably have shattered glass.
She had no idea how it must have looked from the outside— one woman encircled by large men, all desperate for release. Crude or degrading maybe. She could only say how it felt from the inside. It had felt safe and right.
When it was over they slumped together and Daniel moved between them stroking and kissing and cuddling indiscriminately, trying to fight her dipping hormones, trying to reassure all of them she was fine. As her eyelids drooped and someone tucked a blanket around her torso Daniel felt herself drifting away, away, away.