Tiny looks at me with wide eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, and her pupils are blown. There’s a hint of apprehension in her gaze but a hell of a lot more lust as Zayn leads her to the mat on the other side of the room. Dax meets York’s gaze as they stand, a small smile appears. Something passes between them, a silent agreement that intrigues me. Whatever they’re thinking, I trust that it’ll be for Tiny’s benefit.
Grabbing my mobile phone, I scroll through my playlist and select a song, blue-toothing it to the sound system before chucking my phone on the sofa. Let It All Go by Birdy and Rhodes begins to play. Their haunting voices saying everything I can’t.
Tiny needs to let go of all the fear, all the pain, the guilt, and this feeling of uncertainty.
She needs to rid herself of it all, and we’re going to help her to do that. We’re going to take control of the situation. We’re going to pleasure her until all she thinks of is us, until she’s in fucking paradise and not trapped in her head.
Fuck David.
Fuck Santiago.
Fuck every last thing trying to break us apart.
Together we’re stronger. We always were. We always will be.
Tiny bites on her lip, her cheeks flushing pink as she looks between us all. Her trust in us, her love for us makes me want to be a better man, for her, for my brothers, for the life we’ll have together.
“Let us see you,” Zayn says, his voice hoarse as he reaches for the hem of her t-shirt and lifts it slowly upwards, revealing her perfect skin, inch by inch.
Goosebumps bloom across her skin, her dusky pink nipples hardening beneath the thin lace of her bra as Zayn drops her top to the floor. She swallows hard, her gaze fixed on Zayn as he brushes his fingers down the middle of her flushed chest. When he cups her tit, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple through the material, my fucking cock hardens, straining against my clothes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice reverent, worshipful.
“A-to-the-fucking-men to that,” York agrees, his gaze fixed firmly on Tiny as she arches her back and presses her tits into Zayn’s hands. He massages them gently, and she lets out a low moan as he pulls down the material of her bra, freeing her creamy mounds, and sucks one peaked nipple into his mouth. I watch intently as his plush lips, framed with stubble, grazes her skin. It turns me the fuck on, watching my best friend pleasure her, watching her skin pink up from the friction.
“Fuck,” Dax groans, cupping his junk, and rubbing himself through the material of his trousers. Next to him York grins, swiping a hand through his hair, those strange-as-fuck eyes of his roving over every inch of her skin. The three of us are greedy, drinking in the sight. We palm our cocks, watching intently as Zayn pleasures our girl. The way he holds her, moves with her, is a slow dance. If she realises what he’s doing, she doesn’t push him away. Instead she reacts instinctively, moving with him. Her thigh lifts up over Zayn’s hip as he supports her back, dipping her backwards so he can better access her beautiful tits. It’s the first time she’s danced since before her mum was found dead, and fuck if it doesn’t ease the ache inside a little.
“Zayn,” she whimpers.
The neediness in her voice has my cock leaking pre-cum, and by the look on Dax and York’s face they’re struggling too. I’ve slept with a lot of women over the years, but no one has ever affected me the way Tiny does. I know it’s the same for them.
Everything about her is a fucking turn-on. Her beauty, her voice, her body, the way she moves, the way she dances, the way she moans and laughs. Her strength, tenacity and courage. I love her like I’ve never loved anyone.
“Suck her tits until she comes,” I demand, unable to hold back my needs, wanting to take control of her pleasure, theirs, mine. It’s who I am. A bossy fucker for the most part, but being able to control this aspect of our lovemaking helps me to manage the uncontrollable emotions within me. My best friends understand that.
Zayn grunts in acquiesce, drawing her back up slowly so that he can grasp either side of her ribcage with his hands, alternating between flicking her nipples with his tongue and drawing them into his mouth. She unhooks her leg from his thigh in one smooth motion, her toes pointed before she rests it back on the mat, and naturally places her feet in second position.
“I can’t get enough,” Zayn says, making a low, rumbling noise in his throat as he sucks on her nipple greedily. He continues to kiss and lick until her knees are buckling and breathy pants release from her parted lips.
“Don’t stop,” Tiny cries out, her fingers sliding into Zayn’s hair as she tugs on the strands, her mouth dropping open in bliss.
“I don’t intend to.” Zayn smiles, flattening his tongue against her nipple, leaving a trail of saliva across her skin before he bites down with just enough pressure to skirt the edges of pain and pleasure.
“Oh, God, I-I need…” she moans, one hand releasing from Zayn’s hair as she slides it down her body, reaching for her clit.
“York,” I snap, jerking my chin.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Grinning, he steps up behind Tiny and wraps his arm around her waist. “No, my love. Allow me,” he admonishes, his voice dark, rasping, as he replaces her hand with his and slides his fingers beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. She jerks, York’s fingers finding her clit beneath the material. My gaze flicks between his hand hidden beneath her shorts and Zayn gently teasing one pretty, erect nub with his tongue.
Fuck, I bet she’s dripping wet.
Pressing the heel of my palm against my chest, I rub at the love and the pain that always comes hand in hand when it comes to Pen and my brothers. Dax notices, giving me a look of concern, but I just grin, no longer afraid of what hurts me. I let the love I feel for Tiny, for my brothers, in. I embrace it wholeheartedly, and as I do, I let go of the fucking pain. I let it go.
Dax nods, smiling, his attention turning back to Tiny as he strips off. First he removes his shirt, then his suit trousers, shoes, socks and finally his boxers until he’s standing naked, cock in hand. York’s eyebrows raise, his gaze dropping to Dax’s dick briefly before concentrating on our girl once more. “Titch, tell us what you need,” he asks her.
She groans, leaning her head back against his chest, and looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re mouth on me, everywhere,” she replies, reaching up and grasping the back of his neck as she pulls him down for a kiss.
“Fuck, yes,” York groans into her mouth, their lips colliding, teeth clashing, tongues fucking as they kiss.
“Take off her shorts,” I order, stripping off my clothes until I’m naked, my cock painfully hard, my balls fucking tingling. Jesus, I need her lips wrapped around my dick. I want to sink my cock into her mouth and fuck her.
Zayn reaches down and pulls off Tiny’s shorts leaving her bare. He shifts to the side, angling his body so I can see York sliding his thick fingers between her pretty, pink folds. His hands are fucking glistening. She’s so damn wet. Hips gyrating, Tiny seeks out more pleasure as York and Zayn bring our girl to climax. Her moans get louder, her grip on Zayn’s head tighter as she presses her tits into his mouth, and gyrates her hips, desperate to come.
Briefly, Zayn pulls back and motions for Dax to join them. “Get the fuck over here, now,” he demands, dropping on his knees before Tiny.
York grins, removing his hands so Zayn can cup her arse and lift her off her feet. With York supporting her back, Tiny jumps, and in one graceful motion, has her legs wrapped around Zayn’s shoulders as he buries his face between her legs. She cries out in ecstasy, as he fucks her pussy with his tongue, the slippery, wet sounds making my cock weep and my balls tighten. Dax joins the trio, his large, tattooed hands grasping her tit as he bends over and sucks her nipple and the surrounding flesh into his mouth. She gasps at the assault, her eyes rolling back in her head as York grasps Tiny’s chin with his glistening fingers.
“You really are fucking perfect,” he grinds out before kissing her, swallowing her moans into his mouth.
“That’s it, make our girl come.” I groan, sliding my fist up and down my cock. My fucking balls tightening as I feast on what I’m seeing like a starving man. I can’t get enough. I’m fucking greedy as my gaze flicks between the four of them, dancing over soft curves held in a tattooed hand, creamy thighs wrapped around broad shoulders, and hungry lips devouring breathy moans.
My brothers love Tiny whilst I watch. They make her come whilst I jerk myself off and when she screams out her orgasm, her back arching, her legs shaking, they continue to pleasure her until she’s spent. Squeezing my dick to stop myself from coming, I step towards the group and cup Tiny’s face in my hands. Her head lolls on York’ shoulder as she blinks up at me, dazed and glowing in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“You’re ours. Forever, Tiny. Ours. Now, I want you to get on your knees.”
“W—what?” Her pupils constrict and dilate. Lust and alarm fighting for dominance.
“On your knees, beautiful,” I repeat, wrapping my demand up in affection and love.
Zayn slides her legs off his shoulders and steadies her hips as she stands on wobbly legs. Behind her York cuts me a look, his eyebrow raising. Resting her hands on Zayn’s shoulders, she lowers to her knees, her eyes fixed on me the whole damn time and fuck if I don’t want to drown in the warmth of them.
“Pen,” Zayn says gently, drawing her attention away from me and back to him.
His mouth and chin are still covered in her cum, and she smiles, almost shyly, as he wipes a hand over his face, swiping away the evidence of her orgasm before planting a passionate kiss on her bruised lips. “Your taste makes me fucking high. I could eat your pussy morning, noon and night for the rest of my godforsaken life, and never need a proper meal again.”
York barks out a laugh. “Greedy motherfucker. There’s this thing called sharing.”
“I can share, but fuck you lot, tonight I’m the big spoon!”
Tiny’s cheeks flush pink, a laugh bubbling up her throat at their banter. It’s a beautiful sound.
“We can discuss whose bed Tiny’s sleeping in tonight, later. Strip!” I command.
“What’s wrong Xeno, your balls turning blue,” York jokes, drawing a chuckle from both Dax and Zayn. “Sucks, doesn’t it…? Oh, wait, that’s what you’re angling for.”
“Shut the fuck up, York.”
“Fine,” he replies, rolling his eyes but stripping nevertheless. Zayn follows suit until the four of us are butt naked and standing in a circle around our girl.
Tiny’s hot stare roves over each of us in turn, a smile lighting her eyes as she drops her gaze from my heaving chest to my hand wrapped around my cock. Truth be known, I’m so close to coming, that I’m fucking terrified I’ll loosen my grip and come like some horny teenage boy without an ounce of fucking control. I’ve got a motherfucking reputation to keep up here, so I tell my cock to fucking behave as I step closer to Tiny.
“Is this what you want?” she asks, a slow sexy smile spreading across her face as she reaches for my cock, her warm fingers sliding over the head. Her dark eyes burn into my soul like a heat-seeking missile as she looks up at me, licking along the slit.
“Fuuuuccck!” I exclaim. Dax, Zayn and York echo my words as they watch Tiny give me the best motherfucking blowjob of my life. Honestly, we are all so turned on that it’s like a motherfucking Russian roulette, except our dicks are the guns and spunk the fucking bullets. No one wants to be the one to come first. Each one of us has our pride at stake.
“You want me to make you come, is that it, Xeno?” she asks, pulling back and licking the tip of my cock like we’ve been doing this our whole lives. Fuck, we will be. That I do know for sure.
“Yes,” I grind out, my fingers sliding into her hair, my arm muscles flexing as I push my dick against her lips, urging her to take me deep into her mouth once more, but clearly tonight she’s trying to kill me.
“Yes, what, Xeno?” she asks, stroking her hand up and down my shaft, her saliva making it slick.
“Yes, please, suck my cock and make me come, Tiny.” I’m not a man who usually begs, but fuck she’s well and truly got me by the balls, literally.
“You only had to ask,” she mutters, her small, delicate hand stroking my shaft as she cups my balls and gently squeezes. My hips jolt as her lips wrap around the head of my cock once more, and it takes everything in me not to come like a fucking geyser.
“Jesus, fuck. I’m gonna blow my load just watching this,” York says, stroking his cock as his eyes fixate on Tiny’s mouth around my dick.
Tiny moans, sucking me deep into her throat, her lips wrapping tightly around the shaft of my cock. I feel an impending orgasm building in my balls, gathering fucking speed and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, but Tiny draws back, releasing me with a pop. I groan in protest, my fingers curling into her hair, but she grins evilly, shaking her head.
“Tiny…”
“Not yet,” she replies.
“I think I like this game,” York says, chuckling. If I didn’t think it would spoil the moment, I’d fucking throat punch him right now. My balls haven’t been as high in my body since I was a pre-pubescent kid.
“Come closer. All of you,” Tiny urges, looking up at us with heavy-lidded eyes, and even though she’s the one on her knees, the power is all hers. Dax, York and Zayn step closer, the heat in the room growing dense.
“Look, it’s a cock circle,” York comments, always trying to crack a joke at the most inappropriate moments. He’s such a fucking jackass.
“Hmm,” Tiny agrees, reaching for his cock, whilst still sliding her fist up and down mine. She wraps her hand around his dick and slides him into her mouth. His eyes roll back in his head and his hips jerk.
“Motherfucker!” he exclaims as she sucks him off for a moment before moving onto Dax, releasing my cock to wrap her fingers around Dax’s. She bites her lip, staring at his huge dick before her pink tongue peeks out from between her bruised lips and slides along the thick vein pulsing along the shaft. If I was a lesser man, I might be intimidated, but I’m not. It’s not as if the rest of us have small dicks, he just happens to have a giant one.
“Kid, you’re killing me here,” he grinds out, his hands cupping her face as he guides her up and down his cock. He’s careful not to go too deep, always the one to stay restrained for Tiny. I’m not surprised she nicknamed him her dark angel.
York groans as she curls her fingers around his dick whilst sucking off Dax. When he’s close to coming so she lets his cock go and switches hands, reaching for Zayn this time. Just like the rest of us, he can’t contain his reaction and swears like a sailor as she jacks him off whilst sucking Dax’s dick like a motherfucking lollipop.
Another rush of blood fills my cock, and the familiar sensation of an oncoming orgasm rolls through me just by watching her suck Dax’s cock and stroke Zayn’s. She alternates between the two of them. Sucking Zayn next, whilst stroking Dax’s dick. Both York and me are watching intently, jerking ourselves off. Then she shifts again, twisting around and takes my dick in her mouth, her tight lips and warm wetness setting me off like a fucking firecracker.
I come long and hard, my fingers wrapped in her hair as she swallows my cum down. As soon as I’m spent, she reaches for York and half a minute later he’s coming. Moving around our cock circle—fucking York, I’m going to kill him for putting that phrase in my head—she sucks off Dax next. He comes with a roar that I swear to fuck shakes the windows, and then, finally, finishes off Zayn.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” York exclaims, saying what we’re all thinking as he passes a shaking hand through his hair.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I say, positive that if I don’t sit down soon, I might just fall the fuck down. Tiny stands, her cheeks flushing furiously as if she’s surprised at her own actions. Giving us all a gentle kiss against our cheeks, she smiles almost shyly but there’s a hint of a confident woman just beneath the surface, and boy, do I fucking like it.
“Was that okay?”
“Okay? Pen, if we weren’t already committed to you one thousand percent, you can bet your arse we are now. That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. Ever,” Zayn says with a light laugh.
“Good,” she murmurs, her hands feathering over his scarred chest. She glances over at the jacuzzi, eyeing the water. “I’ve never been in a jacuzzi before—”
“Then that will have to be rectified, right the fuck now,” Dax says, swooping down and picking her up in his arms. She giggles as he strides across the room, steps into the warm water, and drops beneath the surface with Tiny still in his arms.
“Let’s get wet!” York says, punching the air and practically dive bombing into the water. He slips under the surface, rising up as droplets slide down his body, then slams his fist against the button on the rim of the jacuzzi.
“Sit the fuck down, you idiot,” Dax grumbles, wiping water droplets off his face.
“You know you fucking love me,” York retorts, settling down beside Dax, his arm draping across the ledge behind his back.
Tiny laughs again at York’s antics. “Oh my God, this feels so good,” she says, wriggling in Dax’s lap as the bubbles churn the water, making it frothy.
“A man could get a complex over here,” Zayn says, climbing in and taking a seat opposite the trio.
“I meant the bubbles,” she replies, giggling again in that carefree way I haven’t heard in years, let alone since we’ve been reunited.
“Thanks,” Dax grumbles with a smile in his eyes.
Tiny bites her lip, her hand snaking up from under the surface of the water as she grasps his cheek. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she says after thoroughly kissing him. “You make me feel good. You all make me feel good.”
“You can mean it any which way you like so long as you kiss me like that again,” he replies.
“Beer anyone?” I ask, striding over to the fridge, not bothering to wait for their reply. Grabbing five bottles, I remove the caps, observing them for a moment. My heart fucking swells with my love for them all, and for the first time ever it feels good.
“Are you just going to stand there, with your one-eyed snake giving us all the stink eye, or are you getting in?” York asks, smirking.
“Ha-fucking-ha.” I give York the finger as I saunter over, not giving two fucks that I’m sporting a semi, and step into the jacuzzi, handing them all a beer before sinking beneath the surface of the water next to Zayn.
“Cheers,” Dax says, and we all raise our bottles, chinking them against each other.
For the next few minutes, we drink our beers, and sit in companionable silence, enjoying this moment of peace, satiated and at ease with one another. That is, until Tiny adjusts her position in Dax’s lap and smiles provocatively. “So, what now?” she asks.
