The guys were back again, fixing this, cleaning that, pretending they weren’t being blatantly exploited by a smug, broken-limbed bastard lounging on the couch.

Sean, naturally, was milking it.

“You owe me,” he said, pointing at Chris with a lazy wave of his smoothie cup. “If I hadn’t tried to break the land speed record in a trolley thanks to your bright idea, I’d still have a working leg.”

Chris flipped him off, but grinned. “Yeah, yeah. What do you need?”

“Go check the water pressure upstairs. Shower’s been weak.”

“Seriously?”

“You want to be absolved or not?”

Chris groaned and hauled himself off the armchair.

Sean wasn’t done.

“Nick, Ted, while he’s up there, grab the washing and make the bed in the master. Sheets should be dry by now.”

Nick gave him a withering look. “Anything else, your highness? Foot rub? Sponge bath?”

Sean just smirked. “You offering?”

Ted rolled his eyes and stood up. “Let’s go before he finds a way to make us wax his balls.”

They trudged upstairs together, bitching the whole way. I listened to their voices grow louder, and heard the bedroom door creak open. Then the bathroom door. Right on cue.

Showtime.

I was already in the ensuite, steam curling up around me, skin slick and warm. I could hear them in the next room, laughing and talking, Chris muttering something about old plumbing, Nick complaining about sheet corners, Ted threatening to set the bed on fire.

I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and reached for the towel. Not the thick one I usually used. The small one. The one that barely covered my ass.

I wrapped it around me and took one slow step out into the bedroom, just as they all turned toward the door.

Three faces. Three very different reactions.

Chris blinked, frozen, hand still half-raised like he’d been about to gesture toward the thermostat.

Nick’s eyes widened, then dropped instinctively to my chest.

Ted made a sound, not quite a word, more like a low grunt of surprise.

I gasped and made as if to clutch the towel tighter. Then as if by accident it slipped from my fingers and hit the floor.

“Oh my god!” I squeaked, yanking my arms up over my chest. “Shit, I, I didn’t know anyone was, Sean didn’t. Fuck!”

I turned my back to them quickly, pretending to scramble for the towel even as I gave them a full, wet, glistening view of my ass.

Behind me, the silence was deafening.

I heard a muffled curse. Maybe Nick. A cough. Chris, maybe trying to backpedal. Ted definitely muttered “holy shit” under his breath.

Perfect.

I grabbed the towel and held it to my front like it actually mattered. “Sorry! I thought I was alone up here!”

“Uh, nope,” Nick said, his voice tight.

“Didn’t mean to…” Chris trailed off awkwardly.

I turned around just enough to give them a side profile, wet hair stuck to my shoulders, the curve of my hip just visible. “It’s fine. Honest mistake. Happens.”

They were still standing there like statues. Wide-eyed. Guilty. Hard. If any of them tried to hide it, they weren’t doing a great job.

Then Sean called from downstairs, nailing his cue.

“Everything alright up there?”

Chris cleared his throat. “Uh, yep. Just checking the water.”

I smirked.

“That’s not all they’re checking,” I called back, loud and sweet as honey. “They’re getting a great view of my tits too, I was in the shower.”

Dead silence behind me.

Then Sean’s voice, lazy and amused: “Well don’t keep it all for them, come downstairs before I miss the show.”

I turned to face the guys fully, towel still clutched in front of me but not really hiding anything. My nipples were hard. The towel was already half soaked. And all three of them were very visibly trying not to stare.

Trying. And failing.

I didn’t say another word.

I let the silence stretch, just long enough to make it uncomfortable, and let the towel fall again. No gasps this time, just the sound of breathing. Sharp, shallow, focused.

I met Nick’s eyes. Then Chris’s. Then Ted’s. And I smiled.

Then I turned, bare as sin, and walked slowly out of the bedroom and down the stairs, not a hint of shame, not even pretending to cover myself.

I reached the bottom of the stairs without looking back, every step slow, deliberate, my bare skin prickling with the thrill of what I’d just done. I could hear them behind me. Footsteps. Hesitation. And then, finally, movement.

They were following me.

All three of them.

I stepped into the living room where Sean was exactly where I left him, lounging on the sofa, waiting.

A second later, Chris, Nick, and Ted filed in behind me, eyes wide, jaws tight, every one of them struggling to process what the hell was happening. They looked stunned. Hard. Speechless.

Sean gestured lazily toward them with his smoothie cup. “Well, don’t just stand there,” he said, grinning. “You all seemed so keen to help out yesterday.”

I turned slowly to face them, giving them the full view now that we were past the point of pretending. Their eyes dropped over me like they couldn’t help it, over my breasts, my hips, my thighs, back to my face like they were waiting for someone to shout prank or gotcha.

Instead, I smiled.

“Alright, boys,” I said. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Nick blinked like I’d slapped him. “Are you fucking kidding?”

Chris looked to Sean like he was searching for a red flag. Sean just shrugged and raised his eyebrows like this was your idea, remember?

But Ted?

Ted just grinned.

“If she’s nude, then I don’t mind joining.” he said, already tugging his shirt over his head.

In a matter of seconds, he was down to nothing, unashamed, his short body lean and gym-honed and very, very hard.

I stepped over to him without a word and ran my hands over his chest, slow and curious, like I was inspecting a new toy at a store and deciding how hard I wanted to play. His skin was hot under my fingers, muscles tensing as I traced a line down his torso.

That was all it took.

Nick swore under his breath and yanked his shirt off. Chris followed, more hesitant, eyes flicking between me and Sean and then back again as if waiting for someone to call it off.

No one did.

And suddenly, I was standing in the middle of the room, naked, surrounded by three men, all naked, all hard, all stunned that this was actually happening.

I looked back at Sean, who gave me a slow nod.

This was happening.

And fuck, it was turning me on more than I thought possible.

I turned back to the other men, heart pounding, lips curling into a grin.

“Well,” I said, glancing down. “You’ve all been so helpful around the house.”

A sharp throb pulsed low in my belly as I stepped into Ted. He was close, cock bobbing slightly with each breath, practically begging for attention. His body was tight, the kind of guy who flexed without meaning to, and right now, every inch of him looked ready to be used.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, the carpet soft under my legs, his scent already hitting me, clean sweat, something musky, raw. I looked up at him as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. Thick. Straight. A little larger than Sean’s, but less girth. He twitched in my grip when I leaned in and ran my tongue along the underside, slow and deliberate.

Jesus, I thought. I’m actually doing this.

In front of Sean. For him. For me.

I parted my lips and slid Ted into my mouth, letting him ease in inch by inch until the head pressed against the back of my throat. He groaned above me, one hand sliding, fingers curling, into my hair.

I started to move, slow bobs, lips tight, tongue swirling as I worked him deeper. His cock filled my mouth, warm and pulsing, every moan from above me a reward.

And behind me, I could feel the others shifting closer.

Nick stood beside me first. I reached out with my left hand, wrapping my fingers around him. His cock was longer than Ted’s, a bit thinner, harder somehow, with a distinct leftward curve. It was already slick at the tip. I stroked him slowly, teasing, letting my thumb brush the head just as I sank Ted back into my mouth.

Chris came next, kneeling on my other side. His cock was thick. Not the biggest, the shortest of the guys, but hefty, with a weight to it I noticed the moment I wrapped my right hand around him. He was red at the tip, needy, leaking. I gave him the same attention, a slow, twisting stroke as I continued to bob on Ted’s cock, letting my hands match the rhythm of my mouth.

Three men.

Three cocks.

And none of them were Sean’s.

But he was there, watching it all and wanting it as much I was.

I moaned around Ted’s cock, feeling him throb against my tongue. My spit was everywhere now on my lips, his shaft, my chin. My hands pumped smoothly, gliding over hard flesh slick with my attention, as the three of them let out ragged, stuttering breaths around me.

I had never felt so alive.

I was fully in it,  lost in rhythm, in sensation, in the delicious chaos of two cocks in my hands and one in my mouth. I could feel them getting closer, breathing more heavily, moaning softly above me as my mouth worked Ted’s shaft and my hands pumped the other two.

And then suddenly, Nick pulled back and then I was in the air.

“Hey!” Ted barked, cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop.

“What the fuck?” Chris grunted, his cock falling from my hand.

Nick had both hands under my arms, lifting me like I weighed nothing, pulling me up off the floor with startling ease. His cock brushed my thigh as he carried me across the room, toward the couch where Sean still sat watching with dark, hungry eyes, but to the far end the corner section.

“You don’t get to hog her,” Nick said, half to the others, half to me, and he threw me onto the cushions.

I landed with a gasp, legs splayed, hair a mess, flushed and wet and grinning like a devil.

Nick dropped to his knees between my legs and wasted no time, his hands slid under my thighs and lifted them, spreading me wide, open, exposed. The cool air hit the wet heat of me just as he buried his face between my legs like he’d been waiting his whole life for it.

The first swipe of his tongue was long and slow, a flat, deliberate stroke that dragged from my entrance to my clit, gathering every bit of slickness I’d built up. He groaned into me like I tasted divine, like he meant to savour every drop.

Nick licked with purpose, using the broad part of his tongue to tease, then flattening and swirling around my clit, not directly on it, not yet, just brushing the edge, keeping me aching. Then he flicked. Quick, teasing strokes that made my hips jerk up off the couch. I gasped, clutching the cushions behind me.

“Jesus, Nick!”

He grunted into me, lips sealing around my clit now, sucking gently, then harder, tugging it into his mouth before letting go and lashing it again with his tongue. 

He went at it like he wanted to drown in me.

His tongue dove down, plunging into me, fucking me with slow, wet thrusts, then back up again to suck and swirl, alternating between deep, slow exploration and tight, focused attention on the spot that made me shake.

He moaned as he ate me, loud, eager, unashamed. The sound vibrated against my clit, sent shockwaves through my core. Every time I twitched or gasped, he adjusted, faster, firmer, exactly where I needed it. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me in place.

It was so much better than I’d expected.

Better than Sean, and I loved Sean, but this? Nick had a mouth like a goddamn miracle. This wasn’t just skill; this was obsession. He knew exactly how to keep me right on that razor’s edge not letting me tip over, not letting me relax, just keeping me coiled tighter and tighter.

I was moaning, gasping, babbling nonsense while my hands blindly reached for something, anything, and found two more cocks waiting as the other two moved in.

Chris dropped down to my right, his thick cock already leaking. Ted took the other side, smirking down at me. They each settled beside me on the couch, cocks poised just inches from my face.

I didn’t hesitate.

I reached out with both hands, wrapping one around each shaft, then leaned to the right, lips parting around Chris’s tip. Salty. Slick. I sucked him for a few strokes before turning to Ted and doing the same switching back and forth, taking one into my mouth while stroking the other, letting them slide between my lips one after the other.

It was hard to concentrate.

Nick was relentless. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, pulling me open, his tongue never stopping, never easing up, just working me over. He groaned against my pussy like he loved the taste, like he couldn’t get enough of it, and the sound vibrated through me in ways I didn’t know I needed.

Sean was watching. I could feel his eyes on me, could imagine the heat in his gaze, how hard he was. And that made it all so much better. 

I was shaking. Trembling. Lost in the overwhelming heat of Nick’s mouth as he devoured me like a man possessed. Every stroke of his tongue sent a jolt through my core, my thighs twitching with every moan he coaxed from me. My hands worked blindly, loosely stroking Ted’s cock, guiding Chris’s to my lips again, but I could barely focus.

Everything in me was zeroed in on the pressure building between my legs. Hot, unbearable. Right on the edge.

And then I heard Sean. His voice low. Calm. Rough with lust.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, voice wrapping around me like silk and smoke. “Let him eat your pussy. Look at you, you fucking love it.”

I moaned helplessly, mouth full of Chris’s cock, tongue pressed under the head as my jaw relaxed, letting him slide deeper.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Sean went on, his voice sharper now. “Dripping all over his face. You gonna come like that, with your mouth full of cock?”

I was. God, I was.

My hand on Chris slipped as my hips jerked, Nick was flicking my clit now, over and over, then sucking it into his mouth and dragging his tongue across the tip in tight, wicked circles that made my vision white out.

Chris let out a ragged groan. “Fuck, she’s not even paying attention.”

And then he started thrusting.

Shallow at first, just little movements, testing. Then deeper, more confident. My lips stretched around him as he pushed forward, fucking my mouth with slow, steady strokes, holding the back of my head as he rocked into me.

I tried to keep up, to stay focused on him, but I couldn’t.

Nick was too good, his tongue working my clit with precision, relentless, skilled.

Sean kept talking. “That’s it, sweetheart. You gonna come with his cock down your throat? You gonna make a mess all over Nick’s face while you get used like a good little slut?”

That word, slut, broke something open in me.

I came hard.

My whole body snapped tight, toes curling, thighs squeezing round Nick's face, a strangled moan caught in my throat as Chris thrust deep into my mouth, cutting the sound short. My orgasm tore through me, intense and overwhelming, every nerve burning hot as Nick kept licking, kept sucking, milking every last pulse from my spasming core.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I was just heat and slick and trembling thighs, body jerking with aftershocks.

Chris let out a guttural grunt and pulled out, just as I gasped for air, and then his cock pulsed and erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering across my cheek, my lips, my chin.

I collapsed back against the couch, chest heaving, face messy, thighs still twitching, and Nick still between my legs, licking me through every last wave.

I opened my eyes, barely, and looked toward Sean.

He was grinning.

“Good girl,” he said.