This bonus scene, told from the men’s points of view, corresponds to Chapters 42 through 44 in FOUR Fun.
Khalil
“I caught Becca reading a book earlier today,” I say during a commercial, as the four of us are eating dinner in the living room. Marcos glances at me, but Shane and Devin stay focused on the screen. “It was a very sexy, very smutty book,” I add.
Now I have their attention.
Shane clicks the volume down and I tell them about the scene Becca relayed to me.
“Wait, there was more than one man?” Devin interrupts to ask.
“There were four of them,” I say with a smile and a nod.
His eyes widen and I understand his surprise. When I was in the romance section the night I met Becca, all of the covers I saw only had one man and one woman on them. Who’d have thought there were books describing situations similar to ours?
As I get into the detail of the scene in the book, Shane shifts in his chair and adjusts his jeans. I know he’s imagining Becca as the leading lady, just as I do.
“So I thought we might recreate that experience for her,” I say when I’m finished.
“Hell yeah,” Shane says as Marcos nods.
As soon as we’re done eating, Shane runs out to the drugstore for a sleep mask, while I write a note, and Marcos washes a cucumber from the crisper drawer. After everything’s in place, we wait impatiently for Becca to come home, much as we do every night she’s working.
When we hear her car pull up, I turn off the main kitchen light so the candle will catch her attention, and we retreat to the game room to wait.
We stay quiet and listen, but it’s impossible to hear much of anything. After several minutes pass, we come out. The candle’s still burning in the kitchen, but the mask is gone. Becca’s purse is on a stool.
As silently as four men can, we move down the hall and peer into Shane’s bedroom. She’s sitting on his bed, blindfold in place, still wearing her work clothes: jeans and a snug black polo shirt.
If I had to bet, I’d have put money on her being game for some kinky fun, but I wasn’t completely certain she’d play along. Having fantasies is one thing; being willing to act them out is another, and I’m happy to see that she trusts us not to hurt her.
We approach her slowly, still not saying a word. Marcos is in front, and after a long pause during which she shifts impatiently — and probably nervously — in her spot, he runs the end of the cucumber along her cheek, making her shiver. The green vegetable looks comical in this setting, but there’s nothing silly about what we’re about to do with her.
Marcos
My cock goes stiff the moment I catch sight of Becca on the bed. When Khalil told us about the scene in her book, I had to distract myself a few times to prevent a raging hardon while eating my dinner.
I’ve been playing fun little games with Becca in my bedroom, but I hadn’t gotten around to blindfolding her yet, and fuck, does she look hot. So willing, so trusting.
The other guys seem excited too, though as far as I know, they’re not usually into this type of kink.
If I were alone with her, I’d tease her for a while, but Shane starts to undress her almost immediately. The other two join in, and she’s soon completely naked. Khalil and Shane lay her back on the bed, and Khalil pulls the neckties from his pocket, handing one to Shane, and the other to Devin, who looks with uncertainty at Becca’s feet.
I hand the cucumber to Devin and take the tie from his hands. I don’t want to miss out on this part.
Becca is docile as I tug one of her feet toward me, spreading her open like a beautiful flower. She’s already wet, and I’m starting to think this girl was made for me. Not every woman would be comfortable doing this, much less get instantly turned on.
After I bind her leg to the bed, I stroke the soft skin at her ankle and survey our work. She’s bound, blindfolded, and completely at our mercy, her beautiful, pale figure a sharp contrast to the dark gray comforter beneath her.
I assume and hope she knows we’d release her immediately if she had any objection, but I think she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Devin moves to stroke her, but I grab his arm and pull him toward the door. When the others look, I give a sharp side nod to the door, urging them to follow.
“Why did we leave her?” Devin asks in a whisper when we’re in the kitchen.
“As I recall, that was part of the story,” I say, and Khalil nods in agreement. “It’s about giving her time to get in her own head, to anticipate what’s coming next.”
“Won’t she worry?” Devin asks.
“If she didn’t trust us, she wouldn’t be in there. We all know Becca’s not going to do something she doesn’t want to,” I say.
“That’s for sure,” Shane says with an affectionate chuckle. It’s amazing how Becca softens that man’s hard edges.
We only keep her waiting for a couple of minutes. That’s all my impatient cock will allow.
Back in the bedroom, Becca’s head turns at our approach. Her nipples are hard and the muscles in her legs look tense. Shane teases a feather over her chest just as Khalil touches an ice cube between her legs, and her body twists on the bed.
When she straightens, Khalil brings the ice to her clit, immediately following the cold with a brush of his tongue. Becca sighs, and the tightness in her body begins to relax.
I gesture for Khalil to make room, and then bring the long green vegetable to her opening. Her juices are already dripping from her pussy, so I ease the cucumber inside as Khalil bends to lick her again.
She twists once more, this time arching her back in pleasure. I pull the cucumber nearly out — it’s slick and coated with her wetness — and push it back in. As I repeat the motion and build to a slow rhythm, she moans, so I pull it out entirely and gesture to the ice cube that’s melting in Khalil’s hand. When he touches it to her clit, she groans in frustration.
My cock won’t be ignored any longer. I hand the cucumber to Khalil, shove my sweatpants down, roll on a condom, and climb onto the bed between her legs. When I rub the head of my cock on her clit, her mouth curves into a smile, the first I’ve seen from her tonight. I gather her juices and rub across it again, and her hips rise.
“Please,” she says.
I dip my cock an inch into her wet hole and pull back out, torturing myself as much as her.
“Please,” she repeats, her sweet voice triggering all kinds of sensations inside me.
Khalil reaches between us to spread her folds, and I can’t hold back any longer. I push into her again, all the way, and am rewarded with a moan that almost makes me come instantly.
I pull myself together and stroke in and out of her — she’s so tight, gripping me like she was specially made for my pleasure. I start to lose myself, focusing only on the sight of my cock plunging in and out of her, when Khalil pushes my chest, gesturing for me to stop.
Becca’s getting close, and we’re supposed to be following her book.
There’s a sound of disappointment from her throat when I pull out. Khalil unties one of her feet while I do the other. When her legs are free, he flips her onto her belly and arranges her so that her ass is up in the air.
I can’t resist — it’s so plump and juicy, ripe for my hand — I smack one cheek, watching her flesh jiggle, wishing my cock was still inside her so I could feel her clench around it.
Khalil’s brows raise in surprise but then he grins as he hands me the cucumber and lines up to take his turn.
Smack! Another sexy shake of that ass.
It’s so odd to share Becca with my buddies, but I love watching her get off, no matter who’s the cause of it. No, that’s not entirely true. I can’t imagine sharing her outside of these walls, outside of these three men who I know and trust like brothers.
Though I want to be inside her again, it’s fun being an observer. I push the cucumber into her pussy just before Shane spanks her, and she moans.
The other guys look to Devin, but he shakes his head. Instead of slapping her ass, he rubs his palm over it and bends to kiss the reddened flesh. As I continue to fuck her with the vegetable, the other guys join Devin in licking, kissing, and biting her ass, their fingers tracking over every inch of her lucious lower half.
Eventually, Becca can take no more. “Please,” she begs, and the plaintive tone in her voice cannot be ignored. I toss the cucumber aside and plunge inside her, finding her even hotter and wetter than before.
The others watch me intently; maybe I’m being selfish, but I can’t help myself. They don’t seem upset, though; they’re as turned on as I am.
“That’s it. Fuck her hard,” Shane says when I quicken my pace. The others join in, even Devin, and though I consider myself a private person, sharing this experience with them is pushing some buttons for me, and I race toward an orgasm.
Becca squirms beneath me, even as she pushes back to meet my every thrust. She’s fucking perfect. So feisty, up for anything, so beautiful, so good —
I lose it completely. Fire races along my spine, my muscles tense, and then the release comes. So deep and so hard — abso-fucking-lutely perfect.
Devin
Khalil takes Becca next, and though she’s clearly enjoying herself, the guys aren’t getting her off. They’re taking their pleasure and leaving her frustrated, denying her an orgasm. I guess it’s all part of the game, but it’s hard to watch.
Shane’s preparing to go after Khalil, but I step in front of him, taking my turn next. As I push my cock inside her pussy, I reach around to find her clit. She lets out a tortured sigh and wriggles her ass against my hips as I rub over her pleasure center, strumming my thumb over it, then squeezing.
Becca begins to pant as I pump in and out of her. Something about the way her hair falls across her back reminds me of the first night I saw her, here in our living room, when she was sitting on Khalil’s lap. I was instantly attracted to her, even though I knew she was off limits. Who would have ever imagined the four of us would end up sharing her?
I was shocked when Shane brought up the idea, and I was certain it would cause more fights between him and Khalil, but amazingly, the opposite has happened.
“Fuck that pussy,” Khalil says, as if I need any encouragement. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing, and sharing the pleasure with my friends makes it all the better.
Beneath me, Beccca’s getting close. I keep up a steady rhythm, both with my cock and my thumb, and she finally reaches her peak, her body stiffening, her pussy pulsing around my cock, squeezing me, making it really hard for me to keep myself together.
I want to give her another before I finish.
As she’s recovering from her orgasm, I shift her hips, adjusting the angle until she cries out and begins to whimper. I’ve found the spot she needs.
I go at her, pumping into her while my thumb presses her clit and my other hand cradles her breast, squeezing her nipple between my fingers.
She shoots off again, and I let myself go, both of us coming together, our breath ragged, our bodies joined in ecstasy.
I wish there was no condom between us. I want to give everything to her, to put something of myself deep inside of her, to join us together for longer than one night.
Even though we haven’t known her for very long, sometimes things are immediately clear.
I want her to be ours.
Shane
As soon as Devin’s done with Becca, I plunge into her, wanting to extend her pleasure and send her over the edge again.
God, she feels good.
Watching my friends fuck her makes me feel like a kid waiting in a long line at a candy store. I know something good is coming, but I need to be patient, even as my mouth waters.
I’m learning to be patient, and the rewards are worth the effort.
As I pound into Becca, her energy is fading. Together, the four of us are a lot for her. I go faster, chasing my release as I squeeze a big palmful of her ass and hold her hip tight to mine.
Finally, I come with a grunt, and Becca sinks down on the bed when I pull out. She’s been fucked well and good.
Khalil slips off her blindfold, and I’m surprised by the bewildered look in her eyes. She enjoyed herself — I know she did — so why does she look like she wants to run?
“How was it?” Khalil asks, seemingly oblivious to her turmoil.
She hesitates before putting on a grin. “I’m never going to want to find an apartment now,” she says.
“Don’t,” I say. Does she think we want her to leave? No way, especially not now. “Stay.”
I’m deadly serious, but Becca brushes it off, excusing herself to use the bathroom. I’m about to follow her to make sure she’s okay when Devin turns me toward him.
“Would you mind … if I stayed in here with you and Becca?” he asks, glancing toward my bed.
His unexpected question completely derails my train of thought. Sharing Becca for sex is one thing; allowing Devin in bed with us during what is usually intimate time alone with her is another.
But Becca seems shaken, and Devin can probably soothe her better than I can. I usually only seem to get her more riled up, no matter what my intentions are.
My bed’s plenty big. I can probably ignore the fact that he’ll be in it too. “Okay,” I say, noticing Khalil’s brow arch at my response.
“That was a good time,” Khalil says.
Marcos nods once. “We should definitely do that again soon.”
I consider telling them that we overwhelmed her, but she should be back soon, and I don’t want to get into it.
When she does return, she comes in with a yawn. “I’m so sleepy,” she says, heading straight for the bed.
Khalil stops her, pulling her into a hug. “I hope you had fun.”
“Sleep well,” Marcos says, giving her a little pat on the ass before he leaves.
Devin pulls her into his arms, bending to look into her eyes. “I’m going to sleep here, too, if that’s okay,” he says.
She looks surprised, but also exhausted as she readily agrees, and there’s a contented smile on her face as she slides into bed next to Devin, making me glad I agreed to his request.
The confusion I saw on her face a few minutes ago seems to be gone. Is she excited about sharing a bed with two of us? Has she really evolved from someone who didn’t want to hook up with me twice and who essentially kicked me out of her apartment when I suggested a date, to a woman who’s happy sleeping sandwiched between us?
It gives me hope to think that she might be ready to stop running, and that this temporary situation of her staying at our house, may turn into something permanent.
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