The Widows Harem

Chapter 16 - First Taste

Jocelyn

"Don't stop." Tristan's voice echoed in the quiet room. "Turn her around," he commanded Riley.

With one hand buried in me and the other curled around my waist, he maneuvered me so we were facing Tristan and Vincent.

"Tell me how wet she is for us?" He demanded, his voice deep with desire.

"Dripping, sir," Riley answered automatically, running his stubble over the smooth skin of my neck tantalizingly, making my eyes roll at the pleasurable feeling.

"Perfect," Tristan purred. "Spread your legs, beautiful," he commanded me on a gentler tone. I did as I was told, an unfamiliar and overwhelming fire consuming me at this interaction. I had never been told what to do. It was different and nice not to have to think about the next move. I could just be in the moment. "Stroke her."

Riley's hand started moving in and out of me. I leaned back into him as my legs started to feel weak at the intensity of it all. Both Tristan's and Vincent's eyes were on me as Riley played my body for them.

"Pull her dress down over her breasts," Tristan commanded next, his voice turning gruff. I could tell he was enjoying the show.

With a swift jerk, Riley did as he was told.

Tristan hummed his approval. Beside him, Vincent stood tensely, his gaze drinking me in, waiting to be allowed to participate.

"Vince," he addressed next, "Get on your knees before her and worship her like the goddess she is."

He eagerly did as he was told. He was down on his knees in front of me in an instant. Without hesitation, he grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder in order to give him better access to my core. Riley retracted his hand and Vincent's mouth was immediately there, taking its place. I cried out as the pleasure crashed over my body, my eyes rolling back into my head as I was giving into that sensation.

"Eyes on me, princess," Tristan demanded. When I blinked my eyes open and looked back at him, I noticed he had pulled the hard length of himself out and was starting to stroke himself. He was drinking in all of my beauty. Taking in everything Riley and Vincent were doing to me. It was like his own personal porn show. "That's right, princess," he cooed, knowing he was in absolute control. "Don't c*m just yet."

But I was right there. I wasn't sure if I could keep myself from falling over that ledge. Especially with Vince's tongue rubbing against my c**t and Riley's calloused fingers rolling my n*****s as he feasted on my neck and shoulders. The sensations were overwhelming. I had never been so turned on, my body being played like a damn violin. "Tristan," I panted. "I can't stop it."

I saw the way his gaze changed when I said his name. A longing buried deep inside of him that wanted to be let go. An instant later, though, he was re-focused. "You can," he encouraged. "And it's going to be worth the wait, princess. Breathe," he commanded, breathing deeply himself. I followed his lead and felt my orgasm building. I wasn't sure I was going to survive this one interaction, let alone survive future encounters if this was how these men played. "Do you want them inside of you?"

"Yes."

"How do you want them to take you?"

How were we having this conversation? I wanted to scream my frustration at him and just allow myself the release my body was begging for, yet I somehow knew if I allowed myself this instant gratification, he would find a way to punish me. "Mouth. P*ssy." I ground between my teeth. "Please," I begged, the pleasure bordering on pain.

"Good girl. c*m," he commanded. Vincent's lips closed around my c**t and sucked hard, right as Tristan gave the command. As if they were on the same wavelength, as if Vince knew exactly when Tristan was going to give the command.

I screamed my release, my body shaking from the overwhelming feeling. I was still in the throes of my orgasm when Tristan ordered us to the couch. Riley picked me up and carried me there, setting me briefly on my feet to strip me of my dress.

Vincent had stripped and was already on the couch, waiting for me, his c*ck pulsing in his grasp. His hot gaze raking over me. "Come here, baby," he said, patting the spot in front of him. With a hand on my hip, he guided me onto my hands and knees. He was to my back while Riley was to my front. My gaze moved up Riley's body and I drank him in. He had a few scars across his chest, along with intricate tattoos. I wanted to explore, to touch and caress, but I knew I wasn't going to get that option right now.

"Damn, you look so pretty," Riley complimented, stroking my cheek before hooking his thumb in my mouth. I sucked on it teasingly and he moaned his appreciation. "Are you ready?" He held his c*ck in front of me. It was a bit thicker than average and I noticed he had an apadravya piercing. It was a metal rod that went vertically through the head of his p***s. I had never seen one before, but had heard about them. I licked my lips, nodding, ready for this experience.

"Yes."

"Sir?" Riley and Vincent both paused and looked to Tristan, who was sitting on the chair across from us, his pants around his ankles, the long length of him in his hand. During this momentary pause, I got a better view of Tristan. His member was definitely all around bigger than average. On top of it, he had a Prince Albert piercing. It was all a bit overwhelming. Hell, he was overwhelming and intimidating and intense.

Tristan's gaze caught mine and a knowing smirk crossed his face.

"Go ahead," he breathed, eyes on me.

As Vince rocked into my p*ssy, Riley gently slid into my mouth. I hummed my approval at the new sensations curling through me.

Vincent's hands curled around my waist as he started to slowly move in and out of me, allowing Riley and I time to get used to the rhythm. Riley wound my ponytail around his fist and buried his fingers into my scalp, making it easier for him to maneuver me into a position so he could slide in deeper. I relaxed my jaw to allow this change and to take all of him in.

"I'm not going to last long," he announced between clenched teeth. "Jesus, she feels like heaven," he panted.

"You think that's heaven," Vince rasped. "Wait until you're balls deep in her tight, wet p*ssy."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan jerking himself off. "Rub her, Vince," he commanded, knowing I needed a little extra help.

Vince dropped a hand between my thighs and started rubbing circles around my c**t. The instant burning sensation was there as the orgasm built.

"Wait," he commanded. I wasn't sure if he was telling me to wait, or the others. But it was damn near impossible. "When Riley cums, you are going to swallow everything he gives you like the good girl you are," Tristan ordered gruffly.

I wasn't used to any of this. Of being told what to do. Of being taken in this way. It was a damn high all on its own and I knew I was going to get addicted to this real quick.

"Ah, sh*t," Riley hissed as his d**k started pulsing in my mouth right before his hot seed shot down my throat. Knowing I had done this, knowing I had brought him such pleasure had me riding my own orgasm. I wanted to scream, but I was forced to stay silent, to swallow him down. The forced silence made me c*m harder, clamping around Vincent harder. I heard his roar as he fell apart.

Tristan's moans mingled in the air as he got off of our pleasure.

As I was coming down from the high, I heard their voices in the background. But, it was so hard for me to focus. I felt my body going limp as both Riley and Vincent retracted themselves. Their warmth left me and I hated that feeling but couldn't voice it. The instant there was no one holding me up, I sprawled out on the couch completely spent and instantly fell asleep.