Sang Unleashed

Chapter Sixteen

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I wake with a start to the feel of lips on my neck and a tongue doing interesting things to my freshly shaved intimate places. I turn my head to capture Gabriel’s mouth in a kiss, but instead of meeting my lips he pulls back to look me in the eyes.

“Welcome back to the world of the living” he whispers to me.

“Did I fall asleep?” I ask him, not sure. I don’t feel like I’ve been sleeping, but my brain definitely went somewhere else for awhile.

“I don’t think so” Gabriel answers. “You moved when we asked you to, but it was almost like you were sleepwalking.”

I can’t think of a reply to Gabriel’s words while Luke has his mouth on me, seemingly determined to finish what he started this time. Gabriel seems to understand and rests his wet head on my shoulder to watch with me as Luke takes me over the edge with his lips and tongue.

“God, that is so fucking hot to watch” Gabriel sighs when Luke pulls away and my body finally stops convulsing.

“And we’re the lucky ones that get to watch it everyday for the rest of our lives” Luke says from his resting place on my thigh, looking back at us with a lazy grin. “You want a taste, Gabe?”

“Fuck yes” Gabriel replies, causing me to giggle, “but if I get started, we’ll never leave the house. We have a plan, remember?”

I groan, “shopping” like it’s a curse.

“Yes, shopping” Gabriel replies, popping me on the thigh. “Get dressed, I’ll fix your hair when you’re done.”

I sigh, but don’t bother arguing with him. I would like to have a day out with them. That hasn’t really happened yet since our relationship changed and I’d like to know what it will feel like to be more physical with them when we’re forced to behave in a public place.

The boys leave me alone to get dressed. I slip into the orange and blue plaid skirt that Gabriel set out for me. The orange is a creamy color that borders on pink, but the baby blue and white stripes crisscrossing it takes away from the bold color. The shirt is a plain, white buttoned blouse that feels silky against my skin. I smile at my reflection. I may not know much about style, but I do know that this outfit isn’t meant to be stylish. This is for their benefit and I love it.

Gabriel returns while I’m still admiring my clothes in the mirror. He smiles at me in the reflection. “Alright Trouble, sit your cute butt down” he says, pointing to the closed toilet seat.

I take my seat and close my eyes to prepare for whatever Gabriel wants to do with my hair and face. I love the feel of the hair dryer on my neck and shoulders while he runs his fingers through my hair. I’m not sure if he feels the same way, but I feel closer to him in these moments. It’s just the two of us and he’s taking care of me in a way that no one else ever has, or ever can. Not for the first time I hope that I can make him feel the way that he makes me feel. Even if it’s just by half.

When he finishes, my hair is perfectly straight and I notice it’s sitting a little longer on my shoulders now. “Will I need a haircut soon?” I ask him.

“That depends” he says, smiling at my reflection. “How do you feel about hair clips?”

I smile back at him. He won’t cut my hair if I promise not to wear it up all the time. I think I can manage that if he’s the one styling it for me everyday.

Gabriel and I join Luke in the kitchen and after giving me a thorough once-over, which makes me blush, Luke claps Gabriel on the back. “Good luck to us” he says, smiling mischievously.

“Why do you need luck?” I ask them both.

“He means that you look delicious and keeping our hands to ourselves while we’re out will be difficult” Gabriel explains, handing me my shoes.

Once we’re outside and headed to Silas’ car in the driveway, I look down at my clothes again. I bite my lip debating my words. I could be in for a world of trouble if I say what I want to say, but it might get me out of shopping.

“Who says you have to keep your hands to yourselves?” I say cheekily to Luke over the top of the car before slipping into the passenger seat.

I hear Gabriel cursing, but Luke’s still laughing when he takes his seat beside me and starts the car. Luke must have taken my words to heart because his palm immediately finds my bare thigh and settles there. I meet his chocolate gaze and lick my lips. “If my bedroom is just for storage, why decorate?” I ask him, hoping to take my mind off his hand on my thigh.

He smiles at me and opens his mouth to respond, but Gabriel cuts him off. “Trouble, we’re going shopping. Stop trying to seduce Luke into taking us somewhere other than the store.”

Luke chuckles, but removes his and puts the car into reverse. We head out of Sunnyvale and I can’t help but be a little excited. It isn’t often we get a day to just play around. “What else are we doing today?” I ask them both.

“You mean besides shopping?” Gabriel asks, like he couldn’t comprehend someone wanting to do something other than spend money.

“What do you want to do, Cupcake?” Luke asks me, ignoring Gabriel.

“Can we do something fun?” I ask him, hoping my words don’t hurt Gabriel’s feelings.

Luke laughs loudly, but Gabriel reassures me with his reply. “When we return the car to Silas’ we can play in the hot tub.”

I perk up, both at the idea of playing in the hot tub, but also at seeing Silas. It’s been days since I got to see him last. I miss him. “Yes, please” I tell them both, happy to get done with shopping now. I know if I let Gabriel have control, he’ll keep me very busy and the time will fly. “Why do we have Silas’ car, by the way?” I ask them.

“Well, Trouble, I don’t think all three of us would fit on my moped” he replies.

“Ha Ha” I give him a droll look. “I meant why don’t we have North’s jeep or one of his other cars?”

“It’s simple, really” Luke says. “Silas never takes his car to the school and North always wants his Jeep nearby.”

I nod my head. That makes sense. Though I do have to wander how we’re going to get from Silas’ apartment to Luke’s house on Gabriel’s moped with the three of us. I decide to just let them figure that part out and enjoy my morning of shopping, if enjoyment can be used to describe how this morning’s shopping trip will make me feel.

We arrive at a warehouse-type building and I look at Gabriel curiously. This isn’t the type of place he typically likes to shop. His tastes tend to be more refined, also known as expensive.

“Are we going in there?” I ask.

“Don’t worry, Trouble” Gabriel says. “It’s just easier for me to pick fabrics and have things made custom when I’m decorating. And this is the only place in Charleston that has high thread count in all the different fabrics I typically use.”

“Okay” I reply, not knowing what else to say. I didn’t even know there was a different thread count for different fabrics, so this trip should be educational if nothing else.

We make our way into the building and are greeted by a man and woman in matching suits. I can tell by their bone structure that they’re related, but I wouldn’t say siblings. Possibly cousins?

“Good morning, I’m Isabelle” the woman greets us. “And this is Jackson. Mr. Morgan said that you would be picking some fabrics for furniture?”

“Yes” Gabriel says, stepping forward. “We’re buying a house and will need to decorate 10 bedrooms, a living room, sitting room, bathrooms, two offices and an attic studio.”

My jaw drops at all the rooms Gabriel expects us to have in our new house. I mean, I knew that we would need all the bedrooms, but I didn’t expect us to have offices, a studio and what else?

“Very good” Isabelle says, her eyes obviously counting the money we’ll be spending. “Where would you like to start?”

“For today, we’re only doing Sang” he tells her. “I can do the rest by myself, but I need her opinion on her personal color scheme."

My heart warms at his words. I don’t care what my room looks like, and he probably knows that, but the fact that he cares that I like it makes my heart happy.

“What’s her favorite color?” Isabelle asks. “That’s usually the best place to start.”

“Pink” Gabriel says, “but I want to make the pinks more subtle so they pop. I don’t think she would like a cotton candy bedroom.”

I nod my head at him when he glances at me in confirmation. As much as I love pink, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing in some instances.

“What would you like to start with? The fabric for sheets or carpet?” Isabelle asks both Gabriel and me.

“Carpet first” Gabriel answers instantly. Turning to me he adds, “we have to match the pinks with the muted tones. For that to work, I have to pick the muted tones first. How do you feel about grey?”

“I like grey” I tell him quietly as the three of us follow Isabelle down several overly tall rows full of every kind of material imaginable. “I like all the colors, Meanie. Pink is just my favorite.”

“Oh, I wish I could somehow make your bedroom have a piece of each of us in it” Gabriel sighs. “But I’m afraid it would look more like a circus tent.”

“It’s going to be beautiful no matter what” I say. “You really know your stuff when it comes to this kind of thing. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“Aw, shucks, I think she likes you, man” Luke says to Gabriel as he slings an arm over his shoulder.

I giggle when Gabriel’s face turns pink, but give him a quick kiss of reassurance when we come to a stop. I turn and face a massive wall of large rolls of carpet in every color of the rainbow.

“Wow” I say to Luke quietly. “This is amazing.”

“I hope you’ll be saying that again later” Luke whispers in my ear, causing my to shiver a bit in anticipation.

“Behave” I tell him, walking forward to where Gabriel is running his fingertips along several different rolls of thick shag carpet in a warm grey color. “What are we looking for exactly?”

“I want to find a carpet that is either soft and thick enough for us to lay on comfortably, or one that’s still soft but thinner so we can put down a thick shag rug” Gabriel explains.

I give Luke a confused look, “but why would we want to lay on the carpet?” I ask them both.

Gabriel ignores my question, though his ears turn a little pink. Luke, however, has no problem throwing his arm around my waist and pulling me to him to whisper in my ear. “We can’t have our girlfriend getting carpet burn, now can we?”

Still confused, I turn to meet his eyes. I tilt my head to indicate I have no idea what he means. What would I be doing on the floor to give me carpet burn?

“Oh, Cupcake, please don’t ever change” Luke says to me affectionately. He leans in closer to whisper so that no one else can hear us, “sex, sugar, he wants soft carpet so we can have sex on it.”

I inhale sharply at the mental images that immediately swarm my mind. The tangled limbs, clothes strewn about, sweat-slicked bodies – I shiver once again. “Oh” is my only reply.

Luke lightly kisses my ear and then pushes me toward Gabriel who is still trying to find the right carpet.

When he senses my presence beside him, he starts explaining his process. “I like the feel of this one, but I don’t see it in the color that I like. You see that one there?” he asks, pointing to a grey that almost looks silver. At my nod he continues, “I want that color, but this texture. Here, feel this.”

I reach out my hand and lightly run my fingers over the fabric. I immediately want to dig my fingers into the plush carpet. It reminds me of some of the boys’ hair at the nape of their neck, thick but soft. “I like this one, Meanie. Can we get it, please? I don’t care what color. We can get orange if you want, I just want this one.”

Gabriel laughs at my enthusiasm and turns to Isabelle. “It seems we have a winner. Can you find some of this model number in a grey like that one?” He asks.

“Actually, yes. I think I have some of that hidden behind the one you were looking at” she replies. “Let me have Jackson crawl in there and pull it forward.”

“This is the fun part” Luke says excitedly, but starts pulling me back several steps.

I watch, transfixed, as Jackson rotates the rolls on a spindle looking thing so that the silver-grey shag carpet is now in the front for us to examine. That was pretty neat. Luke pulls me forward again and together we run are fingers through the plush softness in front of us.

“Yeah, man” Luke says to Gabriel. “This is pretty perfect. Can we do the whole house in this stuff?”

I perk up at that idea. I turn to Gabriel and clasp my hands in front of me. “Oh, please, Meanie? Can we put this is all the rooms? I’ll never ask for anything ever again.”

Gabriel firms his lips into a straight line and shakes his head at the both of us. “The family room, maybe the other bedrooms, but I draw the line there. We will have hardwood throughout most of the house and I just can’t in good conscience cover that up.”

I smile brightly at him for my almost win. If I contribute like this to our new home, I think I’ll feel more comfortable and at peace than if they were to do it for me. He smiles back, somehow letting me know that he gets it.

After Jackson cuts a small piece of the carpet and hands it to Gabriel with the model number stapled to it, we follow Isabelle down several more rows of fabric. We come to a stop and I notice that I’m surrounded by pink in every shade. My eyes start to cross a little at the overwhelming brightness around us.

“Right, well” Luke starts, backing away slowly. “I think I saw some blue stuff a few isles over.” With that, he turns and walks swiftly back the way we came.

“He isn’t wrong, Trouble” Gabriel says, staring up and down the row of pink. “This is a fucking too much pink. No offense.”

“Do you kind of want to throw up too?” I ask him, feeling queasy all the sudden.

“Honestly? Yeah, a little” he tells me, but his smile never leaves his lips. “Let’s do this by feel first, yeah? Close your eyes and I’ll direct you to some fabrics.”

I close my eyes and Gabriel’s hands guide me toward the wall of pink. He lifts my arm gently by the wrist and I stroke the fabric beneath my fingertips. I can feel Gabriel pressed against my back and his breaths tickling the back of my neck.

“When you get to the one that makes you think of making love to me, that’s when you know we’ve found the right one” he whispers in my ear, nuzzling the shell lightly with his nose.

We move further down the line of fabric and with every caress of my hand on the cloth, his hands do the same to my skin, making my breathing pick up speed and goosebumps pop up along my arms. I gasp when my fingers run lightly over the cold fabric in front of me. It feels as soft as silk, but not quite the same texture. I imagine having four legs tangled together in these sheets, wild and passionately rubbing against each other. I have to pause and clench my fists to stop from moaning at the mental images.

“That the one, Trouble?” Gabriel asks me quietly, rubbing his chest against my back so that he can feel it as well. I gasp at the sensation and pop my eyes open. I can’t stop myself from rotating my hips back into his front, letting him know exactly how the sensory overload is making me feel. “I’ll wrap up here and have Luke take you to the car” Gabriel says, quickly stepping back away from me.

Normally, I would have been upset that he pulled away, but I have to remind myself that we’re in public and we can’t exactly do what I want to do right this very second. So yes, it’s probably best he steps away and Luke hustles me out to the car before I embarrass all of us and jump on Gabriel in the middle of a warehouse.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Gabriel red-line Luke and then turn to address Isabelle. I don’t pay attention to what he’s saying, I just continue stroking the silky material in front of me. I feel Luke put his hand on my waist and start to guide me away at a quick pace. He never asks Gabriel why he was being red-lined so he probably thought there was an emergency.

Once we pass through the front doors, Luke pulls me at an almost run to the car. “What was that all about in there? Why did Gabe red-line me?” He asks, unlocking the car and pushing me into the passenger seat.

Instead of answering him, I grab his shirt and pull him into the car with me. After some skillful contorting, we end up with me straddling Luke’s legs in the passenger seat of the car. Still lost in the haze of sensory overload, I grab a handful of Luke’s hair and press my lips to his in an eager kiss. It takes him a moment to respond, but he’s following my lead with equal passion.

Needing air, I pull back and begin trailing kisses along his jaw until I reach his ear. “I need you inside me, Luke” I whisper to him in what I hope is a seductive voice.

“Now?” He almost shouts at me in shock.

“Please, Luke. I can’t wait” I beg him, knowing the seductive quality I as going for is fading.

“Oh God, they’re all going to kill me” he says, lifting me up slightly.

Thinking that he’s pushing me off him, I’m disappointed until I hear the jingle of his belt being undone. I quickly scoot back a bit so that I can help get his pants open. Once the last button of his jeans undone, I reach my hand in and pull his already pulsing erection free. I smash my lips against his again as I give him a few soft strokes with my hand.

Luke runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and strokes my center through my already damp panties. I moan into our kiss when his thumb circles my clit and I can’t stop myself from bucking a bit at the contact. Encouraged at my response, he slips his thumb under my panties and strokes the length of my entrance, spreading my juices around and making me whimper.

“Are you sure about this, Sang?” Luke asks. “I can just use my hand until we can get somewhere more private.”

“I need you, Luke” I say by way of response. “Please?”

He presses another kiss to my lips before pulling my underwear to the side and pulling me down so that his tip is resting at my entrance. “I had hoped our first time would be somewhere more romantic” he whispers to me, slowly sliding my body down on him an inch. “But years from now, I’m going to be reliving this moment in my head and reminding myself that you couldn’t stand to wait another moment to have me inside you.”

By the time he finishes talking, he’s fully seated in me and we just stop to stare at each other. The feel of him filling me up like this curls my toes and if I could live every moment of everyday just like this, I would. I slowly blink my eyes, which must bring Luke out of his trance. He wraps one of his arms around my back to pull my body flush against his and uses his other hand to grip my hip. The position offers him a bit of leverage so that he can simultaneously direct my body’s movement with his hands and also lift himself up so that our bodies are grinding against each other.

The friction and pleasure hits me so hard, I’m moaning his name and seeing those tell-tale white lights almost instantly. He gives me a moment to relax, and then he’s grinding into me again. He sets a steady, unhurried pace and we’re both lost in each other’s eyes.

I’m not sure how long Luke and I make love, but we’re nowhere near finished when Gabriel opens the door and starts cursing.

“Motherfucking shit” he says. “I miss all the fun.”

I laugh because my sex-addled brain can’t think of anything else to do. “Gabriel” I say, but it sounds more like a moan because Luke only paused our love-making long enough to verify it was Gabriel interrupting us.

“Oh Trouble” Gabriel groans. “Don’t say my name like that or I’m going to cum in my pants.”

“Gabe” Luke huffs, obviously out of breath. “Get in the car and kiss your girlfriend while I make her cum again.”

“Fucking A, I will” Gabriel says, slamming the door shut once he’s seated in the driver’s seat. “You know Mr. Blackbourne is going to be fucking pissed if we get caught, don’t you?”

At the thought of Mr. Blackbourne getting angry and punishing me, I can feel my core tighten around Luke.

“Oh, what’s that?” Luke laughs. “Is it the thought of getting caught?” Pause. “The thought of an angry Mr. Blackbourne?”

My core tightens again in response and I fight back a moan, which comes out anyway when I feel Gabriel’s lips on my neck.

“Trouble,” Gabriel whispers, “do you think Mr. Blackbourne is going to simply spank you for this?”

His words and his lips on my neck make my entire body burn and I can feel myself getting closer to that blissful edge.

“Nope” Luke says. “This orgasm is mine, not his.”

“Are you going to spank me, Luke?” I ask him on a sigh, tilting my head back to give Gabriel more room.

“No” Gabriel answers for him. “I’m going to spank you and Luke’s going to lick it all better.”

I’m not sure if the dirty talk does it, or if Luke’s thumb pressing on my clit does it, but I explode out into space almost immediately. Luke lifts me up and slams me back down on him and holds me in place while he follows me over the cliff’s edge.

Once I come back to planet Earth, Gabriel gives me a sweet kiss on the lips and lays my head down on Luke’s chest, which is still rising and falling at an alarmingly fast rate.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Better than okay” Luke says. “I have to say, Cupcake. I think I like your version of shopping a lot more than Gabe’s.”

“Hell, man” Gabriel says. “I like her version of shopping more than mine.”

I manage a small chuckle before I slip into unconsciousness.

I wake a few minutes later curled up in the back seat, listening to the road noise outside and the low murmur of Gabriel and Luke’s voices. They’re discussing food and my stomach gives an embarrassing rumble at the mention of tacos. They laugh at the noise, having obviously heard it as well.

“Well, I guess we don’t need to ask what Cupcake would like to eat” Luke says chuckling. “There’s a drive-thru taco place up here, Gabe. Let’s get the food and take it back to Silas’ place. He should be there by the time we finish eating and then we can leave Sang for our little errand.”

“Why can’t I go with you?” I ask, finally sitting up in my seat.

“Because it’s a surprise, Trouble” Gabriel says. “This place?” Gabriel directs his question at Luke.

“Yeah” Luke replies. “They have these amazing fluffy taco shells. Just wait until you try one.”

“You’re the expert” Gabriel says, pulling into the drive-thru.

One we have our food, we head over to the apartments on the other side of town. I begin to squirm in my seat at the thought of seeing Silas after so many days apart. Even though things at the school aren’t always easy for us, I have to admit to not at all minding the fact that it allows me to see all of them for at least a few minutes each day.

We pile into Silas’ quiet apartment and the boys begin turning on lights and getting our food set up on the coffee table by the big couch. We eat in relative silence until Gabriel turns to me with a big smile.

“Ready for some hot tub adventures, Trouble?” He asks.

“Yes, please” I reply excitedly. “Do I have a swimsuit here or should I just find something to wear?”

“What do you usually do when you go into the hot tub with Silas and you don’t have your suit?” Luke asks curiously.

“I usually just wear my pajamas into the water” I answer.

“And what do you wear to bed?” Gabriel asks, also curious.

“One of Silas’ shirts. He’s so big, they almost go down past my knees” I answer them.

“How have you stayed a virgin this long?” Gabriel asks. “I mean, I know that we respect you and all, but temptation is still temptation.”

“Maybe Greeks are wired differently?” Luke suggests.

I smile, shaking my head at them. I don’t know what they think they’re talking about. Gabriel spends almost all of our alone time together with me half naked and he’s never crossed any lines. Luke has also spent plenty of time with me with hardly any clothes on as well. They just don’t give themselves enough credit.

“So am I going to find some shorts or…” I let the question hang so Gabriel can tell me what to do.

“Oh, I brought your suit. All our suits, actually” He says, quirking an eyebrow at me. “Unless you just want to wander around in next to nothing later.”

I blush hotly at the obvious invitation. “Later, Meanie.”

“Deal” Gabriel responds brightly.

“And what about me?” Luke asks with a fake pout.

“You already got your ‘later’, earlier in the car” Gabriel laughs, smacking Luke’s shoulder.

I blush again and turn toward the bathroom to change, choosing to ignore their banter about our earlier sexual exploits. I still can’t believe I attacked him like that. In a parking lot, no less. I know he enjoyed it, but still. That’s not the kind of thing I would have done a month ago. But neither of them seem bothered by my need for Luke, or the way that I went about getting his touch. I don’t think I could have gotten away with that behavior with any of the others, though. I really am lucky to have such a diverse family.

I return to the living room having changed into my swimsuit with three towels in my arms. I look around and notice our lunch mess is cleaned up already and I can hear both of them in the bedroom. I sit on the sofa to wait for them to come out and decide to check my phone while I’m waiting. I have a text from all the boys telling me they love me. I smile and send each of them my own love back. I’m just finishing up when Gabriel and Luke return in their own swim trunks.

The water in the hot tub is almost too hot, as always, but the jets hitting my back and shoulders are more needed than I had thought. I won’t say that my activities this week have been too much for me, because that would indicate that I can’t keep up. But I can admit, even if just to myself, that all the muscles I’ve been using are sore and tired. I really do need to start strength training with Nathan or I’ll be sore like this forever.

“Is she asleep?” Luke whispers to Gabriel, one of them on each side of my relaxed body.

“I don’t know. Do we let her rest or should we poke her?” Gabriel answers.

“She’s awake” I tell them, not opening my eyes. “Just really, really relaxed.”

“I should make sure Vic adds hot tub to the requirements for our new house” Gabriel says, his voice smiling.

The idea of us talking about our future home together has my eyes popping open. I turn to him with a smile of my own.

“You know I don’t need a hot tub to be happy” I say. “Living with you all under one roof will make me happier than any little thing you could possibly think to put in our home.”

“We know” Luke says. “But I think we all love our time with you in the pool, so adding a hot tub to the list won’t be difficult. A lot of big houses that have bedrooms to fit all of us will probably have a hot tub, pool and several other things you say you don’t need but will probably love anyway.” The last is said with a ticklish poke to my side.

“All I need is you, a bean bag chair and a kitchen to cook in” I tell them honestly.

“What? No bedrooms? No bathrooms? You going to deny Gabriel closets too?” Luke laughs.

“I said that’s all I need. I know you guys need more than that. And yeah, we should probably have a bathroom or two.” I reply giggling.

“And 20 closets” Gabriel adds.

“Why 20?” I ask, but already know the answer.

“Well, you need about 15 closets all to yourself, Trouble” Gabriel sighs. “I can’t fucking stop Prince Victor from buying every piece of pink clothing he comes across. Even some of the most hideous things. Fucking nasty frilly shit.”

“Would I like it?” I ask him, half teasing.

“God no. You like skirts and shit, but this stuff is the kind of thing you’d find at an 80s prom” he answers.

“Like the puffy shoulders and stuff?” I ask, having seen something like that in a movie recently.

“Close enough” Gabriel answers.

“Close enough to what?” I hear Silas ask from the doorway.

I turn and almost launch myself out of the hot tub and into a perfect, warm Silas hug. I smile at him when he gently sets me back on my feet, blushing slightly when I realize that I just got his school uniform all wet.

“We’re just chatting about Victor’s horrible taste in clothes” Gabriel says, standing to leave the hot tub.

“You got her? How long do we have before you have to go?” Luke asks.

“About an hour, less if you can manage it” Silas answers, rubbing his warm hand up and down my back.

I turn and grab two of the towels I brought with us and hand them to Gabriel and Luke, offering a kiss as well. After they’ve wrapped up in their towels and given me a kiss on each cheek, they head toward the apartment to get changed and I guess go run their errand. I wrap my own towel around myself and curl into Silas’ side while we walk back to his apartment much slower than the others.

Silas hands me his keys while he fishes his phone from his pocket when we make it to the door. “Gabe says to just dry off and change clothes, you guys will shower off the chlorine together at Luke’s” Silas says, reading through his text messages. “He also said that we can fool around, but no sex.”

I sputter a bit at the bluntness of that last bit. While I realize that my earlier behavior today might set a bad example for them, don’t they know that I haven’t really changed that much in just a week?

“I’ll just go change, then” I manage out, scurrying off to the bedroom with Silas laughing quietly behind me.

Once secluded in Silas’ bedroom, I take a deep breath. He always sets my body on edge when we’re alone. Always so intense and I can’t help but want to be closer to him right now while we have the chance. And I think I have a pretty good idea of how we should spend our time together.

I quickly change my clothes and open the bedroom door. I was expecting to have to call for him, but he had been waiting across the hall, leaning against the wall. His eyes are downright sinful when they meet mine and my breath catches in my throat. I take a step back from the doorway and he follows me in, shutting and locking it firmly behind him. I take another step back from him, but he sweeps me up into his arms before I can blink, bringing a squeal from my lips. We land on the bed after a few spins around the room with me sitting on his chest, smiling down at him.

“Aggele” Silas says in greeting.

“Silas” I whisper, leaning down to give him a kiss. “Don’t fight me or argue with me about this, okay?” I add, knowing it will be next to impossible to convince him to let me do all the work and him just take what I have to give.

“I would never fight you” Silas says in response.

Instead of giving him anymore information, I kiss my way down his throat and toward his chest. I unbutton his shirt as I go, pulling the last few buttons from his slacks when I reach his waistband. I reach to unbutton his pants and his hands flash up to stop me.

“Aggele Mou” Silas groans. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You promised you wouldn’t fight me” I argue. “Please, Silas? Let me show you how much I love you?”

“I don’t need you to do that to prove your love, Aggele” Silas replies.

“I know that. But I want to” I argue further. “Unless, you know, you don’t want…” I trail off, not sure how to end my sentence. It never occurred to me that he might not want me to use my mouth on him.

Silas groans again in response, this time in frustration. “Of course I want your mouth on me” he reassures. “I just don’t want to be selfish. I want to touch you.”

I think about it for a moment, pondering the logistics of it. I’ve read books about this before, but Silas is quite a bit taller than me. Still, I think we could make it work.

“Can we touch each other at the same time?” I ask him tentatively.

Silas growls, actually growls, at my words. He turns our bodies so that I’m on my back. His hands dive into my hair, his lips pressed against mine and his tongue is prying my lips apart. Not asking for entrance, but demanding. The aggression is so un-Silaslike, I’m too surprised to easily give in.

He pulls back a little, breathing heavily. “I have dreamed of using my mouth to make you scream for months, Aggele. Are you sure you want to use your mouth? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure” I reply breathily, not bothering to tell him about Kota’s discovery earlier. This doesn’t feel like a good time to bring up one of the others.

At my words, Silas turns us again so that he’s on his back and I’m resting on his chest. He makes quick work of removing his slacks and boxers. I turn to look at his naked form, but he grabs my hips and lifts me up. Not sure what he’s doing, I flail around a bit, until I realize he’s turn me so that my front is facing his feet and my knees are now on either side of his head. I blush when I also realize that this puts his mouth directly under my center. Luckily, I had decided earlier to leave my panties off and just put my skirt from today back on when I changed out of my swimsuit.

Before the shyness can take over, my eyes zoom in on his thick length resting on his abdomen. I lean forward and try to ignore Silas’ hot breath and hands on my core. I run my fingers gently over the exposed underside of his erection, causing it to twitch. I lick my lips and let my tongue flick out to taste him while my fingers work their way over, under and around him. As soon as my tongue makes contact with him, his does the same to me and we both moan at the delicious sensation.

I focus all my energy into ignoring Silas’ hot, wet tongue lapping at me and try to stretch my mouth further to fit his girth to the back of my throat. I’m curious to know if his size will make a difference in my newfound lack of a gag reflex. I lick and suck my way along his penis while I let my hand that isn’t holding him steady begins an exploration of all that he has on display for me. His moans of approval and the increase in speed of his own tongue lets me know that he’s enjoying my fingers deftly tickling under his sack.

When I finally get Silas to the beginning of my throat, I quickly realize that he’s just too big to go any further. I pull my eyes open to see that there’s still quite a bit of him left that my mouth hasn’t touched. I sigh heavily at the defeat.

“What’s wrong, Aggele?” Silas ask me, panting a bit.

“My throat’s too small” I reply, pouting a bit. “Or you’re too big.”

“Whatever you were doing felt fantastic. I wouldn’t expect all of me to fit into your tiny mouth, Aggele” Silas replies, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, which are still situated on either side of his head.

“But I wanted to test a theory that Kota had about my gag reflex” I tell him.

“You should never do science experiments in the bedroom, Aggele” Silas says. “But what’s this about your gag reflex?”

“We think I don’t have one” I explain. “And I wanted to know if your larger size would prove the point further or disprove it.”

“Nevermind” Silas says. “This is science that should only be done in the bedroom. Want to try something?”

“Will it help with my theory?” I ask.

“Possibly” Silas replies. “When you get to the place that you feel like you can’t go any further, take a deep breath in through your nose. That should open up your throat a bit. But don’t force it, they’ll all kill me if you hurt yourself.”

I took a tentative breath through my nose to see if I could feel my throat open up and was surprised to realize that I could. It felt like it expanded to twice its normal size.

“Okay, I’m gonna try it” I tell him happily, turning back to his erection that I had never stopped gently stroking in my hand.

I lower my mouth back to him and begin licking my way around the tip of him again. He immediately grips my thighs and pulls them back to his mouth to begin his own oral torture. I diligently ignore his tongue and work my way up and down the top half of his penis. Satisfied with the lubrication I provided with my mouth, I begin my first attempt at our “bedroom science experiment”. Once I reach the point of resistance, I take a deep breath through my nose and inch my way further down his length. It takes a few attempts and several deep breaths, but I notice that my chin finally makes contact with Silas’ pelvis.

“Holy shit” I hear from the doorway. I look up to see Luke and Gabriel, frozen and wide-eyed at the scene before them.

“In or out, shut the door” Silas groans from beneath me.

The other two boys quickly come into the room and shut the door behind them. Not saying anything, they both take a seat on the floor closest to my face so they can watch. I look at them both to judge their feelings of the situation, but both seem completely content to find out what happens next.

I turn my attention back to Silas and apply suction on my way back up his length. I work my way back down again and realize that I don’t have to do the breathing thing again. Fortified with the knowledge that my body knows what it’s doing, I work up and down at a quicker pace. Unfortunately, now that my body is on autopilot, my mind wanders back to the tongue that is driving me to madness.

I moan when Silas hits my clit with just the right pressure and Silas returns my moan, which he obviously felt with my throat wrapped around him. Before long, we’re both moaning in tandem and I can feel Silas’ leg muscles tensing up. I increase my suction just a little and his hips buck up into my mouth further. I can tell he’s close so pick up the speed and grind my hips on his face to let him know that I’m close too. He grips my thighs a little tighter and thrusts up into my mouth once again, but this time I feel him erupt deep into my throat. I swallow all he offers and he moans soft words in Greek every time my throat squeezes his spent cock.

I pull my mouth off him when I’m sure he has nothing left to give and prepare to move off of his face. Instead, he grips one of my thighs to keep me still and uses his other hand, as well as his tongue on my core. Before I even realize what’s happening, Gabriel is kissing my mouth to swallow the loud moan of pleasure that escapes when Silas sends my body careening off a cliff into bliss.

“That was…” I begin, once I come back to my senses.

“Fucking amazing” Gabriel finishes.

“Ung” Silas says.

“What?” Luke laughs, poking Silas in the arm.

“I can’t feel my feet” Silas clarifies.

“Don’t try to stand up for awhile” I warn him. “I don’t want you to break your butt too.”

“Is that how that fucker got hurt? He said he fell in the shower, the liar.” Gabriel says.

I ignore Gabriel, not wanting to give away our secret and turn back to Silas. “Thank you for showing me something new.”

“Anytime, Aggele” Silas replies. “Really. Anytime.”

I heard Silas’ reply, but was too horror-struck to respond to him. I had promised Kota that the very next new thing I learned, he would be the one I would do it with.

“Oh no” I murmur out loud.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asks.

“I promised Kota that the next new sex thing I learn about, we would do it together so he could be my first for something.” I explain.

“Oh” Luke replies, running his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sure there are plenty of things left that you haven’t experienced, Aggele” Silas offers.

“Yeah” Gabriel agrees. “Why don’t we make a list of all the things you’ve done and Silas can tell you what you haven’t done yet.”

“Why Silas?” I ask.

“Cause the Greeks are fucking dirty fuckers” Gabriel laughs, rolling away from Silas’ swat at his head.

“Seriously, though” Luke adds. “We can help. For instance, we know you’ve had car sex, and now you can add 69-ing to that list.”

“Oh no” I mumble, remembering earlier today. He’s right, I did have another first today. “I keep doing things for the first time without Kota.”

“Well, uh” Luke says. “I’m not mad that we didn’t wait for you to call him and invite him downtown for that particular experience.”

“I don’t regret it” I smile at Luke. “I just wish I had a plan for Kota so I can stop feeling guilty.”

“Then we’ll make one” Gabriel says with a voice of finality. “We can guess some of the most crazy, outrageous things. If you haven’t done them then that can be your first with Kota.”

I laugh nervously, wondering what Gabriel might consider outrageous and hope that it isn’t something too far-fetched.

“We can do it like a game of Never Have I Ever. I’ll start” Luke says, getting excited. “Getting spanked during sex.”

I quickly bring up my hand extending all five fingers and immediately put one down, blushing madly while I do it.

“Oh really?” Silas asks. “Who was it?”

“The first time?” I clarify, which just makes all three boys laugh.

“Yeah. Fuck it. Just the first times for all of them” Gabriel says.

“It was North that did it, but Mr. Blackbourne told him to” I tell them, still blushing.

“Wow” Luke says. “I didn’t know that North could take instruction.”

We all laugh at that and my nerves are instantly soothed.

“My turn” Gabriel says. “Anal?”

I pull another finger down and simply reply, “Dr. Green.”

“That dirty little shit” Gabriel smiles as he says it. “Silas, your go.”

“Have you had two of us inside you at the same time?” He asks.

“You mean my mouth and my, uh, down there?” I ask for clarification.

Silas laughs at my avoidance of using the word for vagina. “I mean your “down there” and anal.”

“Oh no” I murmur, glancing a Luke and Gabriel. “I can’t do that with him.”

“Why not?” Silas asks.

“Well, because I plan on doing that with someone else. Or two someones, I guess.” I explain, avoiding eye contact with the other two boys to keep from blushing. I was hoping to surprise them.

“Okay, then it’s easy” Silas finally says. “You do that with those other two and then you add a third for your mouth. Obviously you haven’t done that yet.”

I blush deeply at the thought of having the intimate attention of three of my boys at once. I can’t say that the idea doesn’t intrigue me, but I would have to be very careful in choosing the other two boys.

“Settled” Gabriel says. “Now, hate to run, but it’s almost bedtime for Trouble.”

“But it’s barely past six” I say in confusion.

“Exactly, Trouble” Gabriel replies. “That leaves us with only a dozen hours to spend pleasuring you.”