Secret Lovers

Imani’s eyes flew open, and she was relieved not to be face to face with a hairy toe. She tended to favor the foot of the bed, furthest away from her partners. The concentrated body heat of her three men was often suffocating. There were times she would wake and find herself a sweaty mess amongst the well-muscled limbs of her partners. Cuddling was amazing, but she’d choose comfort over being forced into a headlock with an arm wrapped around her waist and a leg tangled with hers. The only downside to Imani’s preferred sleeping arrangement was the occasional foot to the face and, once before, a knee to the gut.

There wasn’t much coordination involved when it came to four grown adults with varying sleep schedules. Health-conscious Logan went to bed the earliest, and it was up to the others to fit themselves in like Tetris pieces. Roman usually went down next due to working long hours in a bustling ER. Followed by Imani and Kaleb, who were both night owls; Imani because of her random bouts of insomnia and an erotic book she couldn’t put down, and Kaleb because he was a tattoo artist and started his day later than the others.

Imani shut her eyes when she heard Logan jogging up the stairs for her morning wake-up call. She loved how he’d tenderly rouse her from her sleep with soft whispers and kisses.

“Imani,” he whispered in her ear. He rolled his eyes at her poor attempt at pretending to sleep. It was the same song and dance every morning; however, he didn’t have the heart to burst her bubble.

It took everything in Imani not to squirm when Logan began nibbling on her earlobe. He trailed kisses from her ear down her jaw, chin, and lips, thinking that would do the trick. He huffed in frustration when she showed no signs of “waking up.”

“I guess since you don’t want to wake up and shower with me, then I’ll have no choice but to wake Kaleb.”

“Touch me and die,” Kaleb mumbled from underneath his pillow. He had tumbled into bed three hours ago, and it would almost take a miracle from God to get him out of it.

“Suit yourself,” Logan replied before nipping Imani’s bottom lip.

“Ow,” she hissed in pain, swatting at the offender.

“Good, you’re up,” he remarked casually. He leaned down and scooped her over his shoulder before she could protest.

“Put me down!” Imani squealed as she kicked her legs behind her.

“Shut uuuuuuuuuup,” Kaleb groaned, pissed at his partners’ inconsiderate behavior.

Despite being dog-tired, he began to stir when he heard Imani’s sweet moans resonating through the bathroom door.

He tossed the pillow to the side and flung the warm white comforter off his body. He kicked his boxers off moments later and entered the bathroom, already stroking his eight inches. He felt as if he had entered a sauna when the steamy mist slapped him in the face. The glass shower doors were fogged entirely, but he could still make out the silhouette of his lovers’ taut bodies.

Kaleb silently observed his partners as he pumped himself. Sometimes...watching was the best part. He chewed his bottom lip and groaned as Logan fucked Imani from behind with one hand on her shoulder and the other gripping her hip for thrusting support. Imani’s right hand flew up, palm pressing against the glass to help stabilize her. With each thrust, her hand slipped across the glass with loud squeaks, gradually revealing their nakedness.

“Logan! You’re doing too much!” Imani wailed as she used her free hand to reach behind her and push against Logan’s abdomen. He scooped up one of her legs, cradled it in the crook of his elbow, and slammed into her harder. “Oh, shit! Just like that!” she screamed, voice already going hoarse as her rounded ass cheeks loudly clapped against Logan’s pelvis and lower abdomen.

Kaleb had enough. He’d spill in his hand if he waited for a second longer.

Imani quietly cursed when the shower door flew open. She had work in a few hours, and the devious smirk on Kaleb’s face hinted that he would fuck her shit up. At 25, Kaleb was younger than the rest of them and had reached his prime. He was the most toxic one when it came to delivering dick and got off seeing Imani waddle around the house or wince in pain when she sat after their sexcapades.

“Awe, baby. Look who decided to join us,” Logan teased when Kaleb closed the shower door behind him. Imani replied with harsh pants as Logan continued to fuck her breathless with each short stroke.

“You both are assholes for waking me up,” Kaleb stubbornly growled as he painfully gripped Imani’s chin. She submissively opened her mouth, which her partners deemed was blessed by the gods, and accepted her fate. Imani gagged around Kaleb as he fucked her mouth while he received a sinful kiss from Logan. Kaleb’s hips stilled moments later. He couldn’t focus. Logan discombobulated him as his tongue swirled in his mouth.

If a vote were cast, it would be unanimous that Logan was the best lover out of the four of them. He had the stamina of an ostrich, tongue like a serpent, and was hung like a horse. Not only that, but he was superior when it came to multitasking and group sex.

“You ready for breakfast?” Logan whispered against Kaleb’s lips.

“I’m starving,” Kaleb responded.

“On your knees.”