Not that I judged him. I liked the guy. He got to feel however he wanted to feel. Just like I did.
"I missed you too." She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed.
"Did you talk about cocks?" Frost asked.
I gave him a look.
"What?" He grinned. "Isn't that what women talk about when they get together? I mean, what else is there to talk about?"
"Pussies," Dallas said without looking up.
Chelsea laughed. "No, we didn't talk about cocks. Just between us, I don't want to think about Reuben Brantley's cock."
"Good," Dallas said. "You can think about mine."
"I think about yours a lot," she assured him.
"And mine?" Frost asked.
"And yours," she agreed. "And Jay's. And Storm's. And Atlas'. And Ramsey's."
"But no one else's?" I asked.
Was I feeling insecure? Maybe a little bit. She had six boyfriends. She might want a seventh or an eighth. If she did, I wouldn't stop her. If those men could give her something we couldn't, I'd accept that. But sharing her with five others was plenty for me.
"Definitely no one else's," she assured me. "I'm a six cock girl."
I couldn't help being relieved. I knew it showed on my face. "I'm a two cocks and one pussy guy."
"Me too," Frost said, giving me a smile.
"You know where I stand," Dallas said. He started to undo the button of Chelsea's jeans and work them down her hips. She'd barely kicked them and her panties off before he had the waistband of his track pants pushed down and lowered her onto his erection.
"I feel like it's been days," he murmured.
It couldn't have been more than hours, but no one corrected him. If I was honest, I couldn't get enough of her either. None of us could. I knew what everyone was thinking right now, it was clear from their body language. The question was, who was going to move first?
In the end, it was Storm who had his pants shoved down to his thighs, erection in his hand before he pressed the head between Chelsea's lips.
"Jay, come over here," Atlas said. He gestured for me to kneel down in front of him. He too had his pants down and his cockout. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and guided my face down to him.
I ran the tip of my tongue around his head a few times, teasing him before taking him into my mouth.
At the same time, Frost knelt beside me, waited until I nodded that it was okay and worked my track pants down until he could wrap his hand around my cock.
I shivered at the warmth of his touch, his broad hands stroking me, pumping me. Cradling Atlas' balls in my hand, I sucked harder, letting him fuck my mouth until I gagged. Just the way we both liked it. I slipped my other hand down the front of Frost's pants and around his length, pulling him out and working him the way he was working me.
I lifted my mouth from Atlas and leaned down to take Frost into my mouth, all the way down to my throat.
Frost moaned and straightened up a little, enough to place his own mouth on Atlas' cock.
Atlas placed his hand on the back of Frost's head, holding him there, fucking his mouth slowly, deliberately until he came, spilling his release into Frost's mouth. He thrust in a handful more times before sliding himself out. "I want to see you suck each other," he said.
Frost and I exchanged glances before lying down on the rug, cocks in front of each other. We both gripped each other's lengths in one hand, balls and the other and resumed sucking.
He tasted so good, I could have sucked for days. Not to mention, the guy had a magic mouth. With every suck, I rolled my hips, bucking against him, increasing the friction.
"You guys are perfect," Atlas said. "Make each other come."
