4: First Orgasm

HAZEL

“You okay?” My brother, Zain, asked during lunch on a Saturday.

It was going to be the Saturday of my life. The LiveYourOrgasms has gotten back to me, and my session with my partners has been fixed for tonight.

So I wasn't okay. I was anxious and anticipating and dreadful, and excited too.

“Hmm,” I replied, not meeting his eyes. We used to be the best of siblings, but Mom died and Dad became a demon, and our relationship changed. Sometimes, I want to resent him for not protecting me, but he was a child too, barely a year older than me, and he even had to go through much more terror than I went through.

I'd never hate him.

“I'm sorry that this marriage is happening. If I could, I'd have done anything to stop it so…”

“No, Zain, please don't blame yourself. I'll be fine.”

He started to say something else, but I was already on my feet. “I need to get to my yoga classes. See you later tomorrow.”

My yoga class was going to be my alibi. It was in a small town close by. My bodyguard was going to drive me there and I'd sneak away after a couple of minutes with him thinking I was still inside. The class always lasted six hours and that should be enough time to do what I wanted to do.

My mouth dried up at the thought that this was really happening. The thrill was coursing through my veins instead of blood. I was too excited, but I was much more nervous.

Was I a fool for doing something like this? Especially in a town that is close to home? What if my partners knew my family? The fact that it was going to be dark and they wouldn't see my face wasn't convincing enough.

But a part of me wanted to damn everything. If I were being forced into a marriage with an old man I loathed, this was the least I could do to make myself happy.

It was easy to sneak away, it was easy to disguise myself and book a taxi. What wasn't easy was walking into the hotel room and asking for the key to the room. It was then that I started to rethink my decisions. But I didn't stop. I felt like a fraud walking to the room. I was the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country, I was self accomplished, I had achieved many things for my age.

That should deter me, but it was only when I entered the room, curtains drawn and lights off, and the room so dark I could barely see anything that I became overwhelmed.

This was stupid. I shouldn't do this. They were strangers. What if they have some disease or something? What if…

I was going to leave. This wasn't worth it. I shouldn't do this to myself just because I wanted to make a point.

It's not about making a point, it's about being happy.

I ignored my subconscious and turned back to the door at the same minute the door opened and they stepped in. I instinctively averted my face so the lights from the lobby wouldn't make them see me.

“Chickening out already?” came the deep voice from one of them. The first thing that registered was that the voice was too deep, and it vibrated through the room.

The second was that the voice sounded too familiar. But I was probably overthinking things because I was in a dark room and I was surrounded by three men who were here to fuck me.

Yeah, I picked three partners because of the images of the Rossi Brothers that had refused to leave my head.

“No,” I squared my shoulders in defiance. I wasn't chickening out. I was already here, and I might as well go through with it.

“Good.” another man spoke, “because we are about to fuck you senseless and ruin you for other men.”

That was dirty talk, one that was supposed to irritate me and make me roll my eyes. But why did it make me wet? Why did it make my nipples arch and tighten?

“You okay with that, right?” That was probably the third one, and it amused me that they were still asking.

Were they that much of gentlemen to take consent so seriously? To ask me over and over again to confirm my consent?

“Yes,” my voice came out breathy and completely unlike me.

Then they were on me. I barely got the words out when they all descended on me. A mouth closed around mine, a hand grabbed my boob before my top and sports bra disappeared from my body and a pair of lips closed around my nipple while a hand eased into my yoga pants to find me arching and soaked.

I gasped and arched as he curled his finger into me. My brain short-circuited. I didn't know what to focus on. Was it the strokes and thrill of this tongue against mine? The lips that were wrapped around my nipple as he sucked like this was his life mission with his tongue lapping at it while his other hand pinched, massaged, and did whatever it wanted with my other boobs? Or was it the finger thrusting in and out of me with reckless abandon and wrenching more wetness from me?

I couldn't focus on one thing. I didn't know which one was making me lightheaded, or which one was more pleasurable. All I knew was that I was moaning uncontrollably, and each sound was promptly swallowed by the one kissing him.

I gasped when he stopped kissing me, and he dipped his head so his lips closed around my free nipple.

I gasped, and the sound echoed through the room, embarrassing me for a minute. I couldn't focus on embarrassment because the pleasure had increased, and I could feel like I was coming undone. The finger was still going in and out of me and two pairs of lips working around with my nipple were creating so much friction my thoughts were suspended and the only thing I could feel was this deep intense pleasure that made my legs shake, made my tummy tighten, and made me cum with a shudder and a scream when my clit was pinched.

That was when they let go, and I'd have probably dissolved to the ground if they weren't holding me up.

“First orgasm. And we owe you six.”