8
TINSLEY
I could not believe how careless and unprofessional I had acted. Libby had caught us in the act and while there was nothing she could say on the record about the encounter, the entire thing had me shook.
Thiago insisted on handling it. He had me call and get Libby’s number from Alison which thankfully she turned over without issue.
I had listened jealously as he flirted with her over the phone and spoke of how his urges were sometimes simply uncontrollable and how I had been willing to help him release some pressure. “If only you had been in there instead,” he had teased.
I hated every minute of it, but he had Libby eating out of his hand. She had even asked to speak with me in order to apologise for watching. Apparently, she’d been there creepily spying on us in the bathroom for some time.
When Thiago had gently reminded her that voyeurism was a criminal offence, she had broken down into tears promising never to say anything and begging him to please not report her to Alison or worse, the police.
After he’d spoken to Libby, Thiago had insisted I go get a massage to release the tension while he went and swam laps in the hotel’s gorgeous pool. I made it through my massage but the anxiety was still upon me as I went to join him in the pool’s private cabana.
When I walked into the billowing curtains, I could tell I’d caught him just waking up from a nap.
“Man, I wish I could sleep at a time like this,” I remarked.
“A time like what my dear? We are fine. Libby will not be saying anything to anyone. If I were not so attracted and committed to you, I
would have called her to the hotel and fucked her until she forgot her name, but I do not think that will be necessary. She really thinks I’ll have her fired.”
Jealousy loomed in me again and I felt my skin flush.
“What is it my love? Are you okay?” Thiago asked innocently.
“The idea of you and another woman, I know it’s hypocritical given our situation, but it drives me mad,” I replied.
“There, there,” said Thiago. “Come. Join me on the chaise lounge, I am sorry. I did not mean to arouse any jealousy. I simply meant that…”
“I know what you meant, I can’t get the thought of you fucking someone else out of my head,” I replied tensely as I laid down next to him in the bikini I had just picked up from the gift shop.
“Oh well then you must allow me to fill you with other things,” he said sexily. In one swift movement, Thiago had removed his swimsuit revealing his fully erect, throbbing member.
I licked my lips as I traced my hand along his thick cock.
“No, no my dear. That masseuse did nothing for your tension. I must take care of you myself. He pushed my hands above my head and ripped away the string bikini with his teeth as if it were nothing.
In a second he was at my core, thumbing my clitoris with one hand and fingering me deeply with two thick fingers. As he found my hidden spot, I felt myself unleash upon him as my back arched in pleasure.
Then he was on top of me, thrusting inside of me with everything he had. Just as I began to scream out in lust, he stuffed my bikini bottoms in my mouth to muffle my screams. The act of it was so incredibly erotic that mixed with his pulsating cock, I instantly came again.
As I bucked and tightened against him, I felt his release join me and we laid trembling in ecstasy on the lounge.
“Feeling better?” He asked when I was finally able to stop shaking from my orgasm.
“I do but I still feel guilty for nearly getting us caught,” I replied honestly.
“Uh, uh, uh,” said Thiago. “If you keep talking crazy, I will have to fill your mouth with something real to make you forget,” he said, grabbing his cock.
“How do you do this to me? And I already am thirsting for more. I have to go pop in the pool to cool off or else I’ll never be composed enough to
pick Lucas up for school later,” I said, getting up and slipping my bikini back off as I quickly jumped in the water to clean myself of the remnants of our poolside sex.
Later as I drove home, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being reckless. I needed to extract myself from the situation for a few days and make sure I wasn’t getting in over my head.
Luckily there were lots of off-site exec meetings to talk release details over the next few days. Whereas this morning the idea of being tied up in meetings and away from the studio had saddened me, now I saw it as a good excuse to do some serious thinking.
We got very lucky with Libby, but I wasn’t willing to risk my career or the guys’ by being careless and letting lust overpower us again. After several days of spending as little time at the studio as possible, playing it cool on set when I was there, and making excuses for my tentative nature, I finally broke down and texted them all.
“We all need to talk, dinner?” I sent off a text to the four of them.
“Agreed,” Ryan texted back almost immediately. “Why don’t we do it at Kai and my place away from prying eyes. I’ll have my chef put something together. How’s tonight at 7pm.”
His words were followed by three thumbs up emojis. Great! So, while I have been avoiding them, they’ve been talking amongst themselves about what happened between Thiago and I.
“Sounds good,” I texted back. Thank goodness Katie had already agreed to take Lucas for the evening. This seemed like it would be a long night.
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“Come on in,” Ryan greeted me somewhat timidly. He leaned in for a kiss but pulled away just shy of my lips and chose to kiss me on the cheek instead. I appreciated his caution but longed for the feeling of his lips on mine.
“You’re the first one here,” he announced. “My chef just left, and I excused the rest of my staff for the night as well. Thiago told us what happened with the assistant and I’m really sorry that you were caught in that position. Though I can’t really blame her for sticking around to watch your face writhe in ecstasy. I just wish I had been the one behind you.”
“Well, that answers my first question which was going to be ‘how much do you know?'” I said, somewhat relieved and surprisingly not embarrassed by his comment. At least I wouldn’t have to catch them up on the entirety of what had been going on.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, the door burst open, Kai, Thiago, and Michael were mid-story about something that had happened at the gym and were all giggling like schoolgirls.
I beamed at them. My guys. They were all so different but so perfect for me. How had I ended up here?
Was this where I truly belonged?
Despite the fact that it should feel wrong given that it went against every ideal I had ever had for a relationship, it just felt so right. We had to figure out a way to make it work. I was at a point where I could no longer imagine my life without each of them in it.
They rushed over to greet me. They hugged me, kissed me on the cheeks, and told me how beautiful I looked. Every woman should be so lucky as to have one man let alone four men treat her this way.
“Who’s hungry?” asked Ryan. “I’m 99% sure even I can’t screw up what the chef has done here. He literally left me like two steps and one of them was to have you guys sit down.”
As the guys all began eating, I saw Ryan eyeing me nervously. “Tinsley, you aren’t going to stop things with us, are you?” he finally mustered up the courage to say.
Kai, Thiago and Michael look on apprehensively. “No,” I said, putting down my fork. “That’s not why I asked you here today. We just need to figure some things out.”
“These kinds of things are always complicated at first, but they become easier. I assure you,” said Thiago.
I eyed him curiously. “You’ve been in a relationship like this before.” I asked.
“Well not exactly like this but similar,” he said. “When I have done this, it has lacked the emotional component that this relationship has.”
“Like before it was just sex?” asked Michael.
“Basically,” said Thiago. “We cared for one another but the majority of the benefit we received was sexual. With Tinsley, this is not the case. I for one have such a relational connection to you. I hardly feel jealous when you
are with one of them because I know you are being taken care of and that is my ultimate desire to assure that you are pleased.”
“Exactly!” Kai asserted. “It’s like normally the idea of another man touching, kissing, anything a woman that I was dating would piss me off. But with you Tinsley, it’s like thank goodness someone is there for her when I can’t be.”
I was shocked at the sentiments that these men were expressing. “I feel emotionally connected to each of you too. I just didn’t realize before that something like this was even possible. That is until I spoke with a friend who it turns out is in a similar situation.”
“Adrienne,” Ryan said. “It’s okay. We all know.”
Wow, they really had been talking. I guess it made sense. I was grateful that they had figured out where they all stood. It would save me having to feel like I was talking them into anything.
“Yeah, cause at first, I was a bit twisted up about it, Miss Tinsley. That’s just not how we ever did things in the South. But then I met Adrienne and her fellas and they just all make it look so easy,” Michael chimed in.
“But what about you guys? What do you feel, how does that work, romantically,” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the semantics.
“Take for example the other day,” Thiago explained. “Michael and I were there to take care of you and your needs. There was nothing between him and I. We simply took care of and satisfied you.”
“That was incredible,” I said thinking back of the feeling of Michael in my mouth and Thiago inside of me at the same time. “Ryan, Kai, we’ve not done anything like that yet. Is that something you’re open to?”
“Hell yeah,” said Kai. “The thought of it is getting me going right now.” Ryan rolled his eyes, and I turned my attention to him. “And you
Ryan?”
“Tinsley, I have never had an emotional connection with anyone like I had with you back in college. I need that in my life. I don’t care how it’s packaged. I just want you. I need you.” Ryan said with more vulnerability than I had ever seen him express.
“I don’t think we need to rush to put a definition to it. I don’t think there even is a definition for it. Let’s just be open and honest with one another and see where this goes,” said Michael. He may have been the baby of our group, but he certainly had a handle on life.
“We do need to have just a bit more discretion though. I can’t have what happened at the photoshoot happening again. I’ll lose my job and it will be a PR nightmare for all of you. I mean half the world is still convinced that Ryan and Adrienne are dating,” I said cheerily but stern as I looked at each of them.
“You’re right about that,” Ryan said. “Discretion will be key.”
“Okay,” I said, now fully convinced this could happen. “Let’s do it.”
“I agree, let’s do it!” said Thiago, taking one last bite of the pasta Ryan’s chef had prepared for us. “But unfortunately, Michael and I have an early call time tomorrow, so we have to cut this night short.”
Ryan, Kai and I said our goodbyes to Thiago and Michael and I felt like a giant weight had been lifted off our shoulders. Ryan and I made our way back to the kitchen to begin cleaning up.
“Do y’all mind if I pass on helping with dishes tonight? I have a 6 a. m. session with my trainer and he’s a real ball buster if he thinks I didn’t rest up well enough the night before,” Kai explained.
“Always trying to get out of dish duty,” Ryan kidded.
Kai lightly brushed his lips to mine, “Until next time.” I watched as he sauntered up the stairs and turned to Ryan.
“Ryan, I really appreciate you organizing this dinner tonight. I had so much anxiety building throughout the day, the last several days really. I just sincerely appreciate your openness. You honestly made this so much easier on me. Thank you!”
“It was no problem. Now I know you’ve got to relieve a babysitter at some point, but I want to make sure you get some time to relax. How about a glass of wine maybe or a cup of tea? You’ve certainly earned it over the last several days,” Ryan said kindly.
“That sounds amazing,” I said, but I really should call an Uber. “My best friend could only watch Lucas until ten.”
“Then let’s get you home. Don’t call an Uber. I want to drive you. These dishes can wait,” he said, placing his hand ever so gently on the small of my back and ushering me towards the door.
The car ride was quiet but not uncomfortable. Ryan had rolled down the windows to allow the cool evening air to surround us as he drove. It was an easy silence that played out between us, one that you would imagine couples who had been married for fifty years must feel.
As we pulled into my drive and Ryan moved the car into park, he finally broke it and asked, “Are you sure everything’s okay? You seem like you have something else on your mind?”
I looked at the clock, 9:15 p. m., not a ton of time but we could make it work. “I actually do. Come with me and I’ll show you.”
I pulled Ryan with me inside the house and as soon as we were in the door, I led him toward my room. “We don’t have a ton of time, but I can’t let the night end quite yet. We have some unfinished business to attend to,” I said as I pushed him down onto my bed. I slowly unzipped his jeans, leaned over him, and took his now aching, hard dick into my mouth.
“Holy shit!” he moaned.
I licked slowly up and down his shaft allowing my mouth to lubricate his entire length. I encircled his penis, pumping with one hand as I used my other to massage his clean shaven balls all while I teased his head with my lips and tongue.
“Tinsley, that feels amazing. Where did you learn to do that?” he teased. “I’ve learned a few tricks since college,” I said as I returned to fucking
his penis with my mouth. He moved his hand gingerly up my leg and felt his way toward my pussy. He moaned with pleasure as he felt the wetness of my lips and inserted one finger slowly in and out of me.
Now I joined his moans of pleasure as he made his way toward my g- spot, expertly pressing just enough to drive me over the edge. Before he could continue, I pulled my skirt over my knees, moved my thong to the side and mounted his thick cock. He felt exactly as I remembered. Exactly as I had fantasised about all these years.
I leaned over to kiss him as I continued to move myself up and down, tension building with every stroke. He leaned up and nipped at my breast, burying his face between them and massaging them gently at first and then harder. His stimulation of my breasts alone was enough to make me come but I kept going. I longed to feel us come together.
I sensed that he was getting close and so I clenched my muscles to make myself as tight as possible and we both shuddered violently with pleasure.
“I’ve been wanting to make love to you like that since you first looked at me in the table read,” I told him. “You are what has been missing from my life for far too long.”
He smiled at me and pulled me in for a slow, sensuous kiss. “You and me both Tins, you and me both.” And then he drifted off to sleep. Just in
time, I thought, as I heard a car door outside.
Katie and Lucas were home. I quickly cleaned myself off in the bathroom and threw a robe around me as Katie emerged from Lucas’ bedroom.
“He was asleep so I just carried him to bed so that,” she stopped mid- sentence. “Wait, whose car is that outside and why do you look like you just had sex?”
“We really need a wine night,” I said to her.
“I’m not waiting for a,” she stopped again to look at her phone which buzzed at her with the sound of an incoming text. “Damn, you’re getting off easy for now. Stephen says we need more diapers.”
“I promise to tell you everything. Soon,” I assured her as she walked toward the door.
“Or did you already get off easy,” she said with a smirk as she walked back to her car.
“Thanks for watching Lucas,” I said gratefully.
“You’re buying the wine,” she said, winking at me. “Fucking diapers.” I heard her whine as she climbed into the car.