Gosmig

He chuckles at hearing how you emphasise ‘that’, you seem to be forgetting about the night at the arcade. In fact, he realises you’ve never seen the other three in friendly competition, if you could call it friendly competition.

“You know how competitive my brother and Pope get?”

“Yeah but you and Frankie will balance it out, right?”

This was going to get out of control.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

There he was, ever the gentleman.

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Alright,” he says, lifting his body from the door, “You gonna be ready when we get back?”

There’s still a decent pile of eggs in the box on the floor, the cute gingham dress you hadn’t put on, the surprise you were hoping Will hadn’t found in your bag for the week. There was so much left to do, so little time when it came to your boys wanting to see you.

“Can you make a detour?”

His eyebrows raise, “That’s gonna cause suspicion.”

You flutter your lashes.

“Now, how can I say no to that face?”

Smile broadening, you giggle as he approaches, his palm sliding across your lower back. He gazes up at you longingly before you bend down and softly kiss his lips.

“Be careful.”

“I will,” you sigh.

It didn’t fill him with confidence, you weren’t incredibly clumsy but you sure picked your moments. The time you stubbed your toe in the middle of the night and screamed like a banshee was ingrained into his memory, mostly because you scared the shit out of him.

“I’ll give you a heads up when we’re coming,” he pats you on the ass.

“Thanks, babe.”

Then he leaves, the jostle of keys in the distance before the door opens. Once you hear the lock click, you drop down from the footstool and drag it along the floor, the egg’s destination had to move because Will had the memory span of an elephant.

You heard the boys before you saw them, the rowdy conversation barely muted by the heavy wooden front door. Perched on the armchair, you fluff up your hair and smooth the fabric falling over your thighs.

“You’re late,” you exclaim as they flood through the opening.

Will shrugs, “You said to make a detour.”

Standing up, you fold your arms, purposefully pushing your boobs up.

“What about your Easter present?”

“We don’t need chocolate, baby, you’re sweet enough,” Benny smiled.

Except you looked anything but, you didn’t spend nearly three hours hiding eggs around Will’s place to not have them play the game. The scowl you deliver has the four of them sharing a confused look.

“What did you do?”

“I dunno.”

Frankie played with the peak of his cap, “You need to apologise.”

“I think it’s too late for that.”

Santiago noticed your eyes narrowing.

Will locked one arm around his brother and another around Frankie, leaning the pair of them close to his chest.

“Look,” he said, “Bunny worked very hard to do this for us.”

“Do what?”

The question perks you up, bringing the smile returns to your face much to their comfort.

“An Easter egg hunt!”

Benny and Frankie wrangle their way out of Will’s hold whilst Santiago groans, he hasn’t done one since he was about five.

“What’s the prize?” Benny’s smile widens.

You raise an eyebrow, “What do you think?”

There’s a brief moment of calm before chaos ensues.

Frankie scrambles to get ahead of Benny and up the stairs, Santiago heads to the office whilst Will casually strolls to the kitchen.

“Call ‘em out,” Santiago yells.

Benny found the first, “One!”

“Two,” Frankie’s next, “Three.”

Your body loosens and you take your place back on the armchair as the numbers keep coming through the rest of the house. From the distance, you can feel Will’s eyes on you, watching as you fold one leg over the other yet there’s something in your movement that isn’t right.

You glance to him.

“I hope you know what you’re in for.”

You thought you did but now, you can’t be sure.

After you put all the time and effort in hiding them, the boys found nearly every single egg in twenty minutes.

“Sixty-nine? Is that a joke, Bunny?”

“No,” you say sweetly.

There was still one undiscovered, you were patiently waiting for them to figure it out. Santiago was hovering in the hallway, eyes growing dark.

“Where is it?”

“That’d be cheating.”

“How about hot, cold,” Benny suggested, “who’s warmest?”

You play along, taking a look at each one of them.

“Frankie.”

He plumps his lips as he plans his next move before taking a step forward.

“Warmer.”

Next he steps to the left.

“Colder,” you cock your head.

He huffs, striding right next to the armchair.

“Hot.”

He ducks behind, his broad hand tucking behind the cushion.

“Not so hot.”

When he returns to you, you flutter your eyelashes at him. His hand twitches as he brushes the curve of your shoulder, fingertips grazing your neck. You feel the heat rise to your chest as Frankie’s hand, painstakingly slow, travels south.

“Flip her over.”

The two of you flinch, forgetting you were in a room with the others.

Santiago’s attention goes to Will, eyebrow arching and he doesn’t even have to comment before his old comrade responds.

“Call it intuition.”

There’s a second where you manage to prepare yourself before Frankie grabs your hips and rolls you over. The short cut of your dress lifts with the force and he catches it out of the corner of his eye, something white and fluffy. He tugs the fabric over your ass, revealing the bunny inspired butt plug.

They groan in unison.

“What? The plug’s egg shaped.”

Frankie swats your ass, “Now, that’s cheating.” 

He crouches down to your level, pointing a thick finger and you can’t help giggling. His straight expression cracks as his smile widens.

“You gonna pull it out?”

Frankie glances over his shoulder to Benny.

“No,” he says gruffly, “she’s the Easter Bunny.”

You shake your ass a little however the temptation is too much. Benny growls, bounding over the couch to try and catch you yet you move quicker than he’s seen before. Squealing, you whip passed Santiago, who barely flinches, leaning further into the wall when Benny comes charging after you.

“I’m too tired for this,” Frankie flops into the armchair, tossing his cap to the side. “Lemme know when they’re done.”

He rolls his shoulders and sinks into the seat before he closes his eyes, the sound of the chaos ensuing somewhat soothing.

There’s thunderous steps as the pair of you run upstairs, the laughter and playful taunts slightly muffled. Will and Santiago smirked at each other as they listened to your footsteps move from the guest room into Will’s room and back.

Will was actually thinking about how nice this was, the house loud with happiness, filled with the people he loved who he’d happily cook a meal for tomorrow except it was short lived.

The series of heavy thuds from the staircase moved him, Santiago and Frankie from their positions.

“Why does Fish get your bottom half?”

Your head lulls in Benny’s lap, “Because he didn’t try to break his favourite part.”

Frankie growls, eyes narrowed in Benny’s direction, as he plants his lips back onto the red hot area of your ass. You tried to ignore how the sensation travelled through you, settled warm into your core.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

It wasn’t, it was more your shoes having no grip to blame for the injury you sustained but now that you were over the initial shock, you were going to milk this for all it was worth.

“But I was trying to run away from you.”

Benny sighs exasperated, taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger so you look at his face, riddled with guilt.

“How long’s it gonna take til you forgive me?”

“Until I get what I want.”

His smile grows wide, a quiet chuckle from his throat — not long then.

Santiago was on the sidelines, patiently waiting for the right time to attack.

He watched as Frankie’s broad palm slowly strokes a line from the curve of your ass and down your thigh before heading up again. This motion would calm you, settle you into a false sense of security except you’d gradually be getting wetter, your arousal pooling and sticking to the inside of your bare legs.

And that was when he’d make his move.

“What’s the plan?” Will inquired, the glint coming to his comrade’s eye.

Santiago bided his time, wandering over when he was sure you were about to fall asleep between Benny and Frankie, who still lazily soothed your skin.

“Enjoying yourself, honey?”

You hum, “I should fall down the stairs more often.”

His eyebrow arches, “Don’t do that.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Benny could see his brother moving into position. He kept his mouth shut, glancing to Santiago whose eyes flitted to Frankie, they had to get him move somehow.

“Fancy another beer, Fish?”

His head lifted sluggishly, sulking as he reluctantly removed himself from you. He saw Benny’s eyes dart from Santiago to you, the faintest twitch of a smirk on the corners of his mouth and Frankie’s brows unfurled.

“I’ll get ‘em.”

“Aaaaw, I was comfy,” you grumble.

He got himself out from underneath your legs.

“I’ll be right back.”

But without him snuggled against you, it felt empty, the chill of the spring air dancing over your skin. You use Benny to lift yourself up, slumping into a seated position with a huff, your scrunched expression aimed at Santiago.

He remained pokerfaced.

When Frankie came back, he placed two cans of beer on the far side of the coffee table. The boys remained silent and before you can utter a word, he and Benny move swiftly. You complain as they each hook an arm under your knees and bring them to your chest, their upper bodies trapping arms.

“What the hell?!”

“We haven’t had a prize yet, Bunny.”

Santiago looked at you hungrily, seeing how your pussy contracted at the rasp in his voice even though your dress almost covered it. The temperature rises from your chest, tingling as the heat spreads across your cheeks as he steps closer, your body shrinking into the couch cushions.

He takes the hem of the fabric in between two fingers and slowly peel it back so your glistening cunt is fully in view.

“Francisco got you all worked up, huh?”

You hated how flustered he made you, “I guess.”

It came out small, caught in your throat as more eyes fell on you. You couldn’t see Will yet you knew he was somewhere behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck raising.

Santiago’s fingertips teased your inner thighs, the sensitive spot involuntarily spasming as his middle finger skimmed over. He gradually comes to his knees, kissing your right knee before creeping closer and closer.

There’s movement either side of you, Frankie dragging his slopping nose over your shoulder, his patchy whiskers catching on the elastic. Benny was squeezing a hand between your frames, his fingers making easy work of the buttons that hide your breasts from him.

His distraction made Santiago’s lips locking around your clit just as sweet.

Your head flopped back as a satisfied sigh escaped your parted lips, eyelids growing heavy. You heard the movement behind you, a kiss coming to your forehead.

“How you doing there, Bunny?”

“Great,” your eyes open fully, “you here to claim your prize too?”

“Of course.”

Smiling, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, suppressing a moan as Santiago sucks on you gently. You can’t help but lose yourself in the moment, allowing your eyes to fall shut, your head lulling to one side.

Will takes the opportunity to latch onto the crook of your neck, teeth grazing before he eases the pain away with a lick of the tongue. Benny had unhooked every button, peeled away your fabric confinement so your breast could breath and he could nuzzle into your flesh. Frankie trailed your décolletage, sinking deeper into your skin, kisses growing sloppy.

When Santiago relaxed his jaw and started to suck, you entered absolute bliss.

The shiver shot up your spine, your chest releasing a quivering groan that only encouraged Will to tuck himself underneath your jawline, his platinum beard scratching your skin.

“Fuck.”

Santiago released your clit with a pop, tongue flattening against your entrance, lapping up your spilling juices. Your chest ebbs and flows with every lick, heartbeat quickening as the boys become more ravenous, teeth nipping, sinking further.

As another moan passes your lips, Will catches it in his own mouth before taking your breath away. You fight for dominance though against them, it’s always useless, his tongue already pushing into your mouth to intertwine with yours.

There was a quick glance between him and Santiago, a cryptic message exchanged.

Will deepens the kiss, a hand coiling to hold the back of your head steady. Santiago’s tongue pushes through your outer lips before engulfing your clit, immediately sinking in a couple of fingers into your entrance until they disappear up to the knuckle.

He drags them back, purposefully pressing against the back of your inner wall.

Benny and Frankie grip harder as your whole body quakes, Will capturing the nervous whimper of what’s to come.

You should have guessed that Santiago would want to torture you like this after you made them participate in something so childish, kept the final egg hidden snuggly inside you. You thought that maybe he’d pull the butt plug out of you in some elaborate way yet this was probably more fitting.

Will let you come up for air when Santiago as he slowly pumped in and out of you. He softly kissed across your cheek and you flinched when you felt another set on lips sneaking up your neck.

The rumble from Frankie’s throat vibrated through to your core, your pussy clenching around Santiago’s fingers. You release a shaky breath, your head heavy as you open your eyes to flushed cheeks and blown irises.

“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”

“But you’re enjoying yourself?”

For a brief moment, Frankie switched to puppy dog eyes and all you could was melt, your hips tilting up as you surrender. You feel Santiago’s lips smirk and he increases the speed of his movements, your slick squelching.

“Of course she is,” Benny almost slurs as he still tries to consume you.

“My brother isn’t lying, is he Bunny?”

Will’s hot breath trails down your skin and brings the goosebumps to the surface, all you can do is giggle nervously. Frankie’s laugh dances across your bare chest before he whispers into your ear.

“I love it when you’re lost for words, hermosa.”

He nips at your lobe before continuing to travel down your neck.

Will forces your head closer, crashing his lips squarely onto yours and you surrendered, letting them overwhelm every one of your senses.

Your ears flood with their hungry groans, nostrils filling with their distinguishable aromas and sweat as the heat rises to stifling. The taste of beer sinks into your tastebuds as Will’s tongue explores every inch of your mouth.

You’re fully aware that the bruise on your ass wasn’t going to be alone by the end of this, small loving marks were going to decorate your neck, your breasts, your inner thighs. In the morning, you’d gaze upon the constellations and know exactly who made them.

If you could remember by then, your mind already beginning to scramble as time seemingly slowed. Santiago worked you for minutes yet it felt like hours, inserting another finger into you as your inner walls tightened around the girth.

“I’m gonna come,” the words spill from your mouth when Will lets you breath.

“Not yet, sweetheart, I don’t think Santiago’s done with you.”

You whimper as Santiago growls against your clit, the others fixing you into position.

But the tingling had already started in your digits and toes and that was how it began. Gradually travelling over every inch of your body until you were vibrating, humming with anticipation until the fingers inside were fighting against you.

“I can’t,” you sob as Will lifts your head upright.

“Bunny,” his voice softens, “look at me.”

His free hand strokes your neck, discreetly checking your pulse as slowly but surely, you open your eyes. He always looks so proud of you when you take it, a tender smile across his lips, baby blues glistening with the faintest reflection of your ruined image.

Then there’s a glint.

“This is what happens when you’re not careful.”

His tongue flicks over his bottom lip then licks your neck at your throbbing veins before he sinks his teeth in.

Your strangled cry bounces off the walls.

Santiago moans as your arousal coats his fingers, squelching as he carries on pumping but your once alive nerve endings are numb, the aftershocks causing your muscles to spasm. He pulls out, droplets spilling to the floor as he prises himself way from you, his chin glossy.

Frankie and Benny loosen their hold, draping your legs against theirs as they spread their warm palms to ease your uncontrollable twitches. Your chest heaves as you attempt to get oxygen back into your lungs, Will’s jaw relaxing, lips kissing to take away the pain.

His hand releases the back of your head, fingers brushing the hair clinging to your face. You feel his nose nudge under your jaw as he came to greet you.

“Sweeter than chocolate,” he hums.

The air immediately shifts as you scoff, “If you say so.”

Santiago grunts as he lifts himself off the floor, squeezing your knee in the process.

“I may have to do a taste test.”

The desire ignites in your belly again.

“Well,” Benny announces, folding his arms with a smug expression spread across his face. “I wanna see how long this bunny can bounce for.”

Frankie is the first to erupt into laughter.

You cover your face, “Oh my god, Benny.”

Will shakes his head, straightening up and grabbing a small chocolate egg from the basket on the side. As he begins to peel the foil, he catches your face peeking from the couch.

“So…”

He hears how your vowel lengthens.

“Did you guys get me anything?”