I Came in Gold, and the Four of Them Were Speechless

The steam from the shower still fogged up the mirror when I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a big towel, tightly fitted to my body. I dried my hair with my fingers, unhurried, glancing at myself out of the corner of my eye. There’s a kind of calm that only shows up when a woman knows exactly who she is and what she stirs just by walking into a room. That night, I had all of it.

On the vanity sat the box of necklaces. I chose a thin gold one and laid it against my still-damp collarbone. It fit me perfectly. Just then, my phone buzzed.

It was Bruno.

—Want to come to my apartment? I’m with some friends, and they want to meet you.

I arched a brow at the mirror before answering.

—Is it really that serious? Or are they just bored?

—Not bored. They want to meet you. And so do I.

—How many are there?

—Four with me. But relax, we’re not going to eat you the second you walk through the door.

That’s for me to decide, I thought, while letting the towel slip a little and the cool air harden my nipples against the mirror.

—And what’s in it for me? —I typed.

There was a long pause. I pictured him on the other end, his cock already hard against his pants, choosing his words.

—Everything’s covered. And not just a little. We want you to come… and feel very well received.

The phone buzzed again with a voice note. I listened with my finger still resting on the necklace. Bruno’s voice dropped half a tone: “Renata, listen to me. You have no idea what you set off with a single photo. The guys are on edge. Very on edge. Take your time, but come. I want to see everyone’s faces when you walk in. And whatever you need, whatever you want, it’s covered. Pick whatever makes you feel incredible. That’s how we want to see you.”

I smiled slowly. The kind of smile that never means anything good for the person on the other side.

***

On the bed was a French lace set in champagne with a golden sheen, subtle, almost liquid. I put it on with precise movements. The lace clung to my curves as if it had been sewn onto my skin, outlining my breasts, embracing my hips, barely containing what I had between my legs. I felt the wetness already starting to soak through the delicate fabric, and I liked knowing I was going to arrive like that, my cunt throbbing before I even rang the bell.

Before the dress, I picked up my phone. I cared about the angle, the light, the pose. It wasn’t an explicit photo: it was deliberate, one of those that says more by what it hints at than by what it shows. I sent it.

Three seconds later, the reply came.

—Renata… you have no idea what you just did —Bruno wrote—. The guys are asking why I went quiet. I’m not showing them anything. Let them wait and see you walk in person.

—I already ordered the car —I answered—. It gets here in fifteen minutes. Don’t panic… yet.

—Fifteen minutes is too much. But I’ll manage. For you.

I put on the gold dress. It fell over my body like a second skin of light. The heels in the same tone finished the scene. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and spoke to myself in a low voice.

—Almost there.

***

The elevator stopped with a soft ding. I took a deep breath. The dress caught the hallway light and threw it back as if I were the building’s only source of brightness. I knocked once.

Bruno opened the door and froze. He looked at me for real, from head to toe, without bothering to hide it. I walked in, and the entire living room fell silent.

There were three of them, besides him. Federico, sitting in the middle of the sofa, didn’t even blink. Julián straightened up at once. Nicolás opened his mouth and nothing came out. I took one step forward and the sound of my heels filled the room.

—Good evening —I said.

No one answered right away.

—Wow… —Nicolás murmured.

I went over them one by one with my eyes. I had four men hanging on every gesture and a thick envelope waiting on the coffee table. The situation was mine. It always is.

—Good. I’m here now —I said—. And I want one of you to come first. Just one.

Silence. I looked at them again. Julián. Nicolás. Federico. Bruno. With the smallest nod of my chin, I chose.

—You —I said to Federico—. You first.

He stepped forward, slowly, confidently, as if the rest of the room had been shut off. I held his gaze and let him come close enough for me to feel the heat of his body and the hard bulge already pressing from inside his pants.

***

I rested my open hand on his chest, over the shirt, and felt his heart hammering fast beneath the fabric. I slid my hand down to the buckle, unfastened it without haste, and slipped my fingers into his underwear. I found his cock hot, thick, hard as stone, and squeezed it hard until a gasp escaped him. I let it go and guided him to the sofa without saying another word more than necessary. The other three stayed where they were, watching, with that mix of envy and hunger obvious in their breathing and in the bulges growing under each of their pants.

I sat down first, crossed my legs calmly, and made him kneel in front of me. His hands trembled a little when they parted my knees.

—Show me how much you want me —I said, threading my fingers into his hair.

He ran his hands up my thighs, under the hem, until he found the lace. He kissed it over the fabric, his mouth hot, and I arched my back. I was hard beneath the champagne color, soaked through, and he felt it, and a moan escaped him against my skin.

—Take it off with your teeth —I ordered.

He obeyed. He caught the elastic of my thong with his mouth and pulled it down my thighs, slowly, until it hung off one ankle. When he came back up, he found my cunt open, shining with wetness, and that was when he couldn’t hold back anymore: he buried his face between my legs and started sucking my clit with a hunger that made me scream. I grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him against me, moving my pelvis against his mouth.

—Like that… tongue inside —I said—. Fuck me with your tongue, you son of a bitch.

He shoved it in to the hilt, pulled it out, went back to my clit, sucked, bit just a little, licked me from bottom to top with his tongue flat. My eyes were half-lidded and, through my lashes, I could see Julián had opened his pants and was gripping his cock without shame; how Nicolás was watching with his mouth open; how Bruno was licking his lips at the side, waiting. Federico was eating me out like he’d never once had a cunt in his life, and I was about to come all over his face.

—Stand up —I panted—. Stand up and take everything off.

I pushed his chest with my foot, just enough to make him step back, and I got to my feet. The dress was already on the floor. I freed myself from the lace bra with my own hands, let my tits fall bare, nipples hard, and sat astride him.

—Take it all off —I ordered, biting his lip.

He obeyed clumsily, wrestling with his belt. When he was finally naked, I took him in my hand, spit on the tip, and started giving him a slow handjob, squeezing his head each time I slid back up. Federico threw his head back, mouth open, and I bent down and took him all the way into my mouth. I sucked him down to the base, until I felt him hit the back of my throat, then came back up leaving a string of saliva hanging. I took him down again. And again. I sucked him slowly, greedily, while with my other hand I held his balls and massaged them.

—Don’t come yet —I warned him, letting him go with a wet smack—. You still haven’t gotten to the best part.

I climbed on top of him. I guided his cock with my hand until it rested at my cunt’s entrance and lowered myself onto him, slowly, feeling him enter centimeter by centimeter, opening me, filling me. When I had all of him inside, I stayed still for a second, squeezing him with my inner muscles, and he groaned as if it hurt. Passive, yes, but with absolute control of the rhythm. I started moving in slow circles, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock, then went up and down, deeper and deeper each time, my nails digging into his shoulders, my tits bouncing in front of his face.

—Suck them —I demanded, and he latched onto one nipple like a desperate man, sucking, biting, while I rode him harder and harder.

Federico could barely speak. He moaned against my neck while I rode him, and the other three had come closer without noticing, each hand where it shouldn’t be: Julián had his cock in a tight fist, Bruno had lowered his zipper and was stroking himself at a slow pace, Nicolás had his cock out and couldn’t stop watching my ass rise and fall. When I felt Federico trembling beneath me, I clenched my cunt around his cock with all my strength, and he came with a growl that burst out of him whole, flooding me in long hot spurts I could feel. I stayed on top of him, moving slowly, squeezing every last drop out of him, and then I got up. A thread of semen ran down the inside of my thigh.

I turned my head toward the others.

—Who’s next? —I asked, running a finger along my thigh and bringing it to my mouth.

***

I walked naked through the living room, my gold heels still on, clicking a rhythm on the floor. My tits swayed with every step and I could feel their eyes nailed to my ass. I stopped in front of Julián, who looked at me with the hungry eyes of someone who had already waited too long, his cock rigid in his hand.

—Now that I’m like this —I said—, who wants a real taste?

He didn’t wait for an answer. He got up, cornered me against the wall, and kissed me hungrily, one hand squeezing my tit and the other sliding down until he found my open, soaked cunt. He shoved two fingers into me at once and tore a gasp out of me when he pressed exactly where he should.

—Like that —I said against his mouth, biting it—. Harder. Fuck me with your fingers.

He moved them in and out, curling them, searching for that spot that made my legs shake. I yanked his pants down, grabbed his cock with my free hand, and started jerking him at the same rhythm he was fucking me with his fingers. It was thick, curved, and throbbing in my palm.

But I had something else prepared for Julián. I turned him with a movement he didn’t expect and shoved him against the wall myself, my body pressed to his back, my tits flattened against his shoulder blades.

—No —I whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe—. First it’s your turn to receive.

I made him spread his legs with a knee to the crotch. I slid my hand around to the front, grabbed his cock, and stroked him slowly while with my other hand I opened him from behind with a finger wet with saliva. First one, then two. Julián pressed his forehead against the wall and moaned like he couldn’t believe how good it felt. A thick drop leaked from the tip, and I used it to keep preparing him.

—Hold still for me —I said in his ear.

Bruno handed me, without being asked, a jar he had on the cabinet. I coated my hand, lubricated my fingers, then lubed his ass deep inside until I felt it open. I settled behind him. I didn’t have a cock, but I had other things: I pressed one finger, then three, fucking him with my hand at whatever rhythm I wanted. With the other hand I kept jerking his cock from the front. Julián clenched his jaw, moaned, pushed his ass back asking for more.

I slipped my whole hand in slowly, attentive to every reaction from him, until the first groan became a long animal moan. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with his voice asking for deeper, and the wet slap of my fist working his cock from the front. Federico, recovered, was touching himself without shame on the sofa, his cock hard again and pointing at the ceiling. Bruno watched everything from the side, biting his lip, cock out, waiting for his turn. Nicolás, on the floor, couldn’t take his eyes off me and was stroking himself with both hands.

—Come here —I said to Julián, taking my hand out of his ass and turning him around—. Now I want your cock inside me.

I threw him to the floor, climbed on him backward, facing the others, and drove his cock into my cunt in one motion. I started bouncing on him with my legs wide open so the others could see it going in and out, how my cunt stretched around that thick cock. I grabbed my tits, squeezed my nipples, bit my lip, and rode Julián with all the pent-up fury of waiting. He dug his fingers into my hips and thrust from below, faster and faster, until I felt him start to shake.

—Inside —I ordered—. Come inside. Now.

I pushed until Julián came in a long spasm, filling me, and I followed soon after, with my forehead pressed to his thigh and my whole body trembling, my cunt squeezing him out, dripping with his semen mixed with mine.

***

I pulled away, still breathless, my legs weak and my skin shining with sweat, and turned to the two who were left. Bruno and Nicolás looked at me with a mix of panic and devotion, their cocks out, each waiting his turn.

—You two —I said—. At the same time.

I knelt on the sofa, on all fours, my ass raised, my face level with Nicolás’s cock. I grabbed his cock and took it into my mouth in one motion, all the way to the back. Nicolás moaned my name. Bruno settled behind me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, lick my ass first, slide his tongue deep inside, and then the tip of his cock resting at my cunt’s entrance.

—Put it all in me —I said with my mouth full—. In one go.

Bruno shoved in with one hard thrust and filled me completely. I screamed around Nicolás’s cock and the scream vibrated through his tip. That’s when the rhythm opened up: Bruno fucked me from behind with deep, savage thrusts, grabbing my hair, while Nicolás held my head and fed me his cock in time. The room filled with crossed gasps: mine, muffled by the cock pounding my throat; theirs, urgent; the wet collision of bodies searching for each other; the obscene sound of my mouth sucking and my soaked cunt swallowing Bruno’s cock.

Bruno held me by the hips as if he were afraid I might slip away. He slapped my ass hard enough to sound like a whip, then again, and again, driving deeper each time. Nicolás kept repeating my name as if it were the only word he knew, pushing my mouth against his pelvis, burying his cock in me until my eyes filled with tears.

Federico and Julián, spent on the sofa, were touching themselves while watching me. I was the center of everything. Four cocks and one body, mine, in command.

—Come —I ordered them, pulling Nicolás’s cock out of my mouth for a second to speak—. Both of you. On top of me.

They both sped up. Bruno groaned with every thrust, harder, deeper, until I felt his cock swell inside me and explode in hot spurts that filled me for a second time. Nicolás pulled out of my mouth just in time, jerked himself twice in front of my face, and came on my tits, my neck, my lips. They finished almost at once, one behind and one in front, and I let myself go with them, free at last, trembling all over, the orgasm shaking me from cunt to nape. I could feel the semen running down my face, dripping along the inside of my thigh, and four wrecked men around me and the night still hot on my skin.

I stayed still for a moment, catching my breath, looking at them. None of them had the strength for anything. I ran my finger over my nipple, picked up a little semen, and brought it to my mouth without taking my eyes off them. Me, meanwhile, was already thinking about the envelope.

***

The music had dropped to a murmur. The apartment’s warm lights seemed dimmer, as if the place needed to breathe too. I fixed my hair with a slow gesture and put the gold dress back on. It still shone as if the light were looking for me. I could feel my cunt pulsing and dripping beneath the fabric, with nothing holding it in: I tucked my thong into my purse.

Bruno came closer slowly. He didn’t touch me. No need: the distance between us had more voltage than any touch.

—You leaving already? —he asked, in that low voice he’d used all night.

—Yeah —I said with a calm smile—. The night was… interesting.

—You made it interesting.

I tilted my head, accepting the compliment without words. Bruno slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket and took out the envelope, white, thick, neat. He held it between two fingers without giving it to me yet.

—This is for you —he said, looking straight at me.

I didn’t take it right away. First I held his gaze, long and steady, until he swallowed.

—Are you sure? —I asked.

—More than sure. You earned it the second you knocked on the door.

I extended my hand. My fingers brushed his when I took the envelope, a tiny touch that made both of us inhale at the same time. I slipped it into my purse calmly.

—Thank you —I said, and the word seemed to wrap around the air.

—Tell me you’ll come back —he murmured, taking one more step, just to stay within my orbit.

I smiled. A bright smile that left the promise hanging without confirming anything.

—That depends on you.

I turned around. The dress moved like a reflection on water. Before I crossed the door, I looked over my shoulder at the four of them, still mute, still naked, still marked by me.

—Good night, boys.

And I left.

***

The car rolled down the avenue and the city lights reflected in the window. I rested my head against the seat back, the night still running over my skin and semen still drying between my thighs, when my phone buzzed.

—Did you get home okay? —Bruno asked.

—Not yet. I’m on my way.

—The guys are still talking about you. You left them… shaken up.

—That’s not my fault —I replied, watching the lights pass by.

—Yes, it is. And you know it.

I smiled to myself in the seat. The traffic light turned my dress’s gold red over my legs.

—Then get a grip —I typed—. The night’s over.

—Nothing’s over. Because now I’m thinking about you. About the way you left. About the way you left us. About how your cunt squeezed me when I came inside you.

I felt a brief pulse between my legs. I didn’t show it.

—I didn’t leave anything. I just went.

—Exactly. That was the worst part.

The car kept moving, but it felt like time had stopped.

—What did you want? For me to stay? —I typed.

—Yes.

I left it there, hanging, for a few seconds.

—Maybe next time.

—Will there be a next time?

I smiled, slowly, before answering.

—Depends.

—On what?

—On how much you miss me —I wrote, and put my phone away.

The reply took longer this time. When it came, it was one word.

—A lot.

I looked out the window. The city kept shining down below. And I, in the back seat, with an envelope in my purse and four men thinking about me, did too.