Disclaimer: As always, these characters belong to the genius that is CL Stone. I am merely a huge fan

Here is Chocolate part 4. I hope you all enjoy!

S'mores Are Definitely the Best

I don't know if it's even possible to die from fucking blue balls, but if it is, I might be the first fucking case. Because Trouble was fucking killing me slowly every shitty second of every damn day. I couldn't even find fucking relief in my dreams. Every thing she does and says instantly conjures up images of a naked Sang, flushed and fucking begging for more. A goddamn goddess of carnal pleasure stretched out laid bare before me. A single glance of her eyes, swish of her hips, teasing touch, or glimpse of that damn tongue and I'm instantly as hard as a rock. A fucking horny as hell rock that's ready to dry hump a wall to relieve the pressure. I'm constantly being brought back to the best fucking night of my life and all I can think is when can I do it again?

And she wants it too. I can see the way she caresses me with those wanton eyes, drinking me in like a man who just escaped the fucking desert. I'm not egotistical enough to believe that I'm the only one of us who she's sexing up with her goddamn beautiful eyes. I've caught her giving subtle glances to the others and it has not gone unnoticed at all. Noticed maybe, but not interpreted. At least not fully. The others seem to be aware of a difference in our girl and they are definitely enjoying her more brazen interest, but I'm pretty sure that Luke and I are the only ones to understand Sang's new found interest fully. I'm almost tempted to say that I think we are the only ones who have been fortunate to go so far with her. I sure as hell knew we were the first. Well, technically I was Sang's first.

And wasn't that the biggest damn fucking kicker ever. Me, fucking virgin extraordinaire, was Sang's first. There was something fucking holy about that shit. I had long accepted that I would be sharing Sang in all aspects with the rest of the team. Hell, I had shared my first fucking intimate experience with the girl of my fucking dreams right along side my best friend, after all. But a girl's first was fucking special shit that they never forget. I don't know what I fucking did to earn that right, but I will thank my lucking stars forever. I knew that someday, most likely someday soon, Sang will have experiences that I could never hope to fucking compete with, but I had the consolation of being the very first one. And damn had it been a fucking memorable one.

So memorable that I had been slowly tortured every damn day since. Being around the guys with Sang giving me those fuck me eyes was fucking torture. Remembering how fucking delicious she tasted as she fell apart on my tongue made my mouth water and my dick harden. Remembering her scent as I buried myself between those sweet, sweet thighs had me wanting to recreate its essence. Remembering how that damn sinful and wicked tongue of hers felt on my body left me just fucking aching. Remembering how fucking tight, maddeningly hot, and so perfectly slick she had felt as I pounded into her over and over and over. Well, let's just say it left me so fucking hard, I was almost willing to fuck anything to relieve the intensely agonizing pressure.

To make matters worse? Trouble had tried to get into my pants every fucking moment she could. It was like Luke and I had awakened some secret fucking sex kitten that had been buried deep within Sang that night at the diner. She had cornered me in the school bathroom, the locker room, janitor's closets, her house, Kota's house, Nathan's house, the mall dressing rooms, and even in fucking Mr. Blackbourne's office. Basically any place she could fucking think to pounce on me alone and we were on like Donkey Kong. But just as we were about to get to the best fucking part, with out fail, we were interrupted. Every single damn fucking shitty time. So thus leads us to my present predicament of imminent death via the worst fucking case of blue balls in history. My cause of death will read fucking blueus ballsieus maximus, or some shit like that.

And the piece de le shitty resistence to make matters somehow fucking worse? We were in the middle of a weekend of camping. Nathan had somehow found out that Trouble had never gone camping before and had insisted we do this as a nice fun camping adventure. Or as I liked to think of it, camp blue ball hell. Because we were all in tight, intimate quarters with Trouble and with all of us being there, jack shit was happening at all. There were too many pairs of hawk eyes watching Sang's every movement that I had a snowballs chance in hell of getting any alone time with Trouble, let alone any fucking fun time. I had accepted that fact and resigned myself to a torturous but enjoyable weekend. That was until Nathan brought out the fucking s'mores.

At just the mere mention of those fucking treats, a camping rite of passage as Nathan insisted on pointing out, Luke and I shared identical looks of pain. Because I had been doing everything I could to not remember that night this weekend, but now it was fucking impossible! Trouble apparently had a similar recollection, because she gazed directly at us and made a show of darting that perfect fucking tongue across her lips at the mention of the dessert. And the heat of her eyes was about to make me fucking self-combust at any moment. But Trouble's cruelty had no boundaries. She had made the biggest production of "innocently" eating her treat.

Nathan had found a "fancy" s'mores recipe which included berry preserves on top of the normal fixings. Trouble had put extra chocolate and berries on hers, so when she ate it, trails of chocolate and berry got fucking everywhere. And damn if she wasn't the most fucking thorough person at cleaning up messes. With her fucking tongue. And those damn sounds she was making! After the second languid swipe of her tongue, lapping up the messy treat, all blood rushed southward and I was a fucking goner. Forget shitty snake charmers! Trouble was like a fucking dog charmer for how effortlessly she enraptured us all. Total silence reigned as we all watched in a fucking trance following the path of that delicious pink tongue. By the time she was done, desperate adjustments all around were a fucking necessity. Was there something worse than blue balls?

The rest of that first night had passed in a haze of painfully tight shorts, desperate horny male plights, and the unintentionally raunchiest fucking thoughts I could think of. You would think sleeping would have been a blessed reprieve, but of course not. That wouldn't be my shitty luck. We had brought what could only have been termed a tent complex. It had three separate tent units that were connected over head by large covers, so that we could freely walk between each tent without getting wet in poor weather. Mr. Blackbourne and the Doc shared one of the tents while the rest of us split up between the other two. And guess which tent Sang was set to sleep in that first night?

So somehow, I found myself with a conked out Nathan to my left and a restless Trouble on the right. Luke lay to her other side and as we settled as much as possible, I saw my own agony being reflected back. At least I wasn't alone in this. I swear that girl was trying to kill me, because the next thing I knew, Trouble was shifting around as if it was impossible to get comfortable. After the third time she pressed back into my fucking swollen dick, I had to bite back a groan. The look of faux innocence in her eyes and the mischievous smirk on her perfect face assured me that it was no fucking accident. The slim hand dipping into my sleeping bag and taking me firmly in hand was most definitely no fucking accident. A matching nearly silent groan across from Trouble clued me into the fact that I wasn't the only one being taken for a ride by her tiny hand.

I had been in a near constant state of arousal the last two and a half weeks and the delicious friction of her moving grip was an almost painful experience. The added danger of being caught by the rest of the team if we were too loud had only made the experience more intense. And let's be honest, I had been ready to blow all night, so it really only took a few minutes before I unraveled fully under Sang's enthusiastic administrations, Luke following right after. Sang licking up every drop of our cum like it was the best fucking candy ever did very little to calming down my horned up thoughts, but thankfully she took pity on us and settled in for the night for real after wards. It still took me three hours to turn my whirling thoughts off and get some sleep.

We awoke the next morning to an empty tent and an empty campground. Quickly checking our phones, we found out between the three of us that Mr. B had some Academy meeting to get to and the Doc had been called into work at the hospital. I knew that North and Silas had a mission to complete, but where the hell were the others? A small note tacked to the picnic table answered all of our questions.

Hey Peanut,

A raccoon got into our supplies last night and decimated our lunch and dinner. Kota, Victor, and I are heading into the nearest town to pick up some more supplies. Keep an eye on those two lazy bums and we'll be back around noon. There's breakfast and snacks in the small cooler, so hopefully those will tide you over until we get back.

Yours always,

Honey

A thrill of anticipation went through me as a large smile broke over Trouble's face after reading the note. The look in her eyes are she stared at us could only be described as predatory and I was instantly hard again. I looked at my watch only to see that it was just past 7 in the morning. We were stuck in the campground, alone with Trouble, for 5 whole fucking hours. I shared a look with Luke and could see my own excitement mirrored in his dark eyes. By the time I had turned back to Trouble, she was bending over to open the small cooler, her movements slow and exaggerated. I bit back a growl when she began swaying her hips back and forth tauntingly before she slowly stood up again, some baggies in her hands.

"Look what I found Luke, Meanie! The fixings for chocolate pancakes, with bananas!"

Her excitement was tampered slightly by the gleam of hunger in her eyes, and I'm pretty damn sure that she wasn't thinking of the damn pancakes. We went about heating up the grill and making up the batter, the sexual tensions so fucking thick, but we kept acting normally as we made breakfast. Trouble's exaggerated moans of pleasure at each bite of the chocolate laden treat went straight to my fucking aching cock, but I forced myself to keep still and eat quietly. It wasn't until she took out a damn banana that I started losing control. Because she wasn't eating that damn fruit, she was fucking deep throating it practically, sucking and moving it suggestively in and out of her mouth, her eyes locked on ours and dark with lust. And goddamn if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.

Once it was clear that she had our undivided attention, breakfast forgotten, Trouble sat her plate on the picnic table and fucking slinked up to us. She gently grabbed each of our wrists and began dragging us back to our tent. She made a large show of closing up the tent door and we just stood there like fucking idiots, our expressions lax in anticipation. She walked right over to her bag and reached her hand inside, rummaging around for a moment. When she withdrew a whole sleeve of fucking condoms, my mouth just dropped. Her eyes glittered with silent laughter as she took in our complete and utter surprise.

"Now this is what's going to happen boys. I've been patient this whole time, but a girl can only take so much interruption of her fun before she explodes. I'm sure you can understand that and I'm not wasting this golden opportunity. So you two are going to strip and you're going to put one of these on and we're going to have lots of fun. Does that sound good to you?"

Our only answer was to begin ripping our clothes off like it was a fucking race. As we stripped off all of our clothes, a large crack of thunder sounded off in the distance and I dimly noted that a sudden summer storm must be brewing. By the time we were bare, my breathing had sped up and I knew that my cock was standing at full attention. The thought of finally getting relief after these last few weeks of torture was just fucking amazing. Sang began slowly pulling off her cami top and little pajama shorts. At the site of Trouble soft and supple body in the morning light, I hardened further. I could only thank God that she seemed as impatient as I did, because she was suddenly tearing into the packets and pulling out two condoms.

I swear I stopped breathing when her hot little hand slowly began rolling the sleeve on, my mind instantly going back to last night. But I refused to blow it right then, not when I was finally getting to have sex with Trouble after all these torturous weeks. I could feel Luke's trembles from his own struggles and knew that this was going to be fast and dirty. None of us had the patience to wait. And just like that night in the diner, something that should have been awkward just worked. Luke and I knew just how to work together to make this beautiful girl fucking sing.

We ended up kneeling with our girl between us, Trouble facing me and Luke at her back. I found myself staring at her glorious breast, tender and round right in front of me and suddenly I had to know what they tasted like. Griping each firmly I lowered my head and latched on to one of those perfect rosey buds and just fucking sucked. The startled yelp of pleasure from Sang spurned me on and I began feasting on her like a fucking starving man. And damn did she taste just fucking perfect. I no longer noticed the metal bar in my tongue much these days, but as I ravaged her fucking perky, perfect mounds, it was suddenly my main focus. The juxtaposition of her smooth and soft flesh against the unrelenting metal sent shocks straight to my throbbing dick.

She was suddenly thrust up harder into my mouth and the resulting moan sent my head spinning. I released my mouthful to realize that Luke's control had fucking snapped and he had taken her from behind. He was just fucking pounding into her and she was shamelessly bucking back into him with equal frenzy. I could have just sat there watching but Sang's hand blindly reached for my face and brought my mouth right back to my original position. Taking her not so subtle hint, I renewed my attention with matching passion and I swear she moaned just that much sweeter. I kneaded and laved and nipped her to ever higher states of bliss.

Her cries were so loud in my ear as she rocked forward into my frame with each of Luke's powerful thrusts. She was pleading for more, for him to go harder and for me to suck more, to use that fucking magical tongue as she called it. We were only to happy to obey and she was strung so tight that it only took one brush of my fingers over her bundle of nerves before she was shattering with a shriek of complete ecstasy. Luke groaned his own release hard into her shoulder, but I wasn't going to let them finish and leave me behind, dammit. I lifted Sang off Luke, which cause her to tense up and he snapped his head up in confusion. I didn't give either of them a chance to ask before I impaled Trouble in one quick thrust. She sank fully on me with a low moan and then I was taking all of my frustration from the last few weeks and just fucking lost it.

It felt so much more fucking intense than I had remembered it, if that was even possible. I knew I was being rough, but Trouble's enthusiastic response assuaged any fears I might have had. As she clawed at my back, gauging long trenches into my skin, the pain only served to heighten my intense pleasure. The sound of sweat slicked skin slapping against one another echoed loudly. I lifted Trouble up and the new angle had me going in deeper. I felt her muscles begin to flutter around my dick and then she was shaking apart and my vision whited out as I followed her over the edge. She sagged against me as we both struggled to recover from the mind blowing intensity of that climax and I flopped onto my back, pulling her with me. She giggled as she fell into my chest and soon I was chuckling along with her.

"Now you two wouldn't be thinking of going to sleep, would you? We still have three hour left before the others come back and I for one do not want to waste it."

At the sound of Luke's voice, I felt embarrassed to admit that I had forgotten that he was even there. We both turned to look at Luke, who was reclining against his bag watching us. One of his hands was resting behind his head while the other was lazily stroking his fully hardened cock. His dark eyes glittered in the dim morning light and he looked immensely amused. It should have freaked me the fuck out that he was watching us both hungrily but somehow, the thought of being watched in such an intimate setting was oddly exciting. I felt myself begin to stir within Sang and I was suddenly ready for more.

Sang sat up on top of me and the sudden angle change had me groaning in pleasure. When my vision cleared again, she had an oddly curious look on her face as she glanced between the two of us. The small v that formed between her eyebrows was totally fucking adorable and she was pouting her lips just a bit in thought. I didn't know what was running through her pretty little head right then, but I found myself intrigued instantly. The hesitant finger hover over her damn kissable lips sent me over the edge and I was suddenly sitting up and kissing her. She responded in kind after a moment of surprise before she pulled back and stared into my eyes.

"What is it, Trouble? You know you can say or ask anything and we will not care. I can see a question that your just fucking begging to ask in those pretty damn eyes of yours. So ask it."

"Well, Meanie..Luke...after last time... I mean, after that night in the diner...which I loved by the way...well, I, I-"

"Spit it out Sang, it's just us. Gabe's right, sugar plum, you can ask us anything."

"Ok, here it goes. After last time, I did some research online about threesomes, that's what it was called on the internet, and I found something I kind of wanted to try with you guys, and it's totally understandable if you don't want to, but willyoubothentermeatthesametime?"

It took my brain a few moments of stopping and restarting to make what she had just said compute. The thought of Trouble researching different aspects of threesomes online short circuited my brain. Then, I finally processed what she had managed to spit out at the end there. Enter at the same time? Holy fucking shit! Was Trouble asking what I think she was asking? I felt my mouth drop open in complete shock before I turned to look at Luke. Was he okay with this? Was I? We had agreed to start this whole thing for Sang's enjoyment, but she had always been a buffer between us and it had prevented things from getting weird, in my mind at least.

An answering question rose up in Luke's eyes and he quirked his eyebrow at me. I felt suddenly unsure if I could do it, but when I looked back at Trouble, I instantly caved. She looked so terrified and unsure and I felt like an instant dick for even considering crushing her curiosity. Luke had the same look of resignation I felt and we both came to a silent agreement. After all, we had said from the very first time we considered that night at the diner that this wasn't about us. This was all about Sang and right now, she was asking us to try something that she was curious about. We could just suck up our fucking hangups and go with it. Besides, I fucking hated that look in her eyes.

"Sang, honey, we would love to try that with you. If you really want to. And if you end up not liking it or it hurts or what ever, we can stop at anytime."

"Yeah, Trouble. Sweetie, we'll take it slow and go from there, okay? But first, I need you to get off of me so I can get a new condom."

The answering smile from Sang was fucking dazzling and I knew I had made the right decision. I quickly disposed of the used condom and Luke tossed me a new foil packet. Trouble just continued watching us in anticipation as she watched us put on the new barriers and the we sank to our knees on either side of her. I wasn't exactly sure how this would work and I was worried that we were somehow going to rip her tiny body in two. After all, I may not have been the biggest of the team, but I wasn't small either and Luke was no pencil himself. But like Luke said, we would take this nice and slow and follow Trouble's cues.

She turned to face Luke this time and I was met with her lovely elegant neck. I dropped a kiss right to the nape of her neck and she trembled lightly in response. I jumped suddenly at the feeling of a large, strong hand on my dick that was most definitely not Trouble and groaned at the sensation of another hard, hot cock rubbing against my own. I tried to force myself to relax and allowed Luke to take control of the situation. He pressed us tightly against one another before he lined us up carefully with Sang's wet entrance. He gently pushed Sang down onto our combined girth and very slowly, she stretched around us until she had accepted just the tip. The combined heat of Luke and Trouble left my head whirling and I had to quickly place a hand at the base of my dick or I would have fucking blown my load right then.

Trouble whimpered softly at the double penetration, her body stiff and tense before she gradually began relaxing. The waiting was slowly killing me and I had to fight back the urge to seat myself fully inside of her again. After a few moments more, she began to wriggle back and forth a bit before she lowered herself a little further. A deep rumble in my chest was my only response and such began the slow torturous process of stretching Trouble enough to take both of us. It felt like a small eternity later before Luke and I were fully seated within Sang and the feeling was fucking intense.

We sat there in the quiet, our heavy breaths intermingling, when a loud crack broke through the sky above us and a sudden deluge of rain began pounding against our tent. The sound startled the three of us and Trouble jolted up at the noise. The next crack of thunder drowned out our cries of pleasure and then suddenly we were moving together as one. It was a haze of sensations, of hot wet heat and frenzied, fevered touches. Of salty, slick skin and firm and soft flesh combined. We were connected together into a cloud of pleasure and it was so incredibly intimate that I found myself fighting back unexpected emotion.

The summer storm outside rocked our little shelter and our movements and passions were driven to a frantic pace to match its wild energy. Trouble had become a wanton, pleasure crazed animal, rocking almost violently against Luke and I. She was driving our pace ever faster and I felt as if a fog was slowly clouding my vision as a pressure began building at the base of my skull and liquid heat pooled in my belly. The sound Sang made as she fell apart for the third time that morning was more beast then human and I roared my own release as stars danced across my vision, Luke following only a heartbeat later.

We all collapsed into a boneless heap onto our nest of sleeping bags and blankets, our pants loud in the small space. The position we had landed in pulled unpleasantly on my quickly softening dick and I carefully extracted myself. Luke seemed to have the same idea and removed himself gently. Trouble whimpered at our actions and I was afraid that we had hurt her in our reckless movements.

However, she merely flopped onto her back and reached a hand out to cradle each of our faces. No words were exchanged, but the satisfaction and gratitude was crystal clear in her eyes. I released a large gust of breath in relief before I curled myself into her, wrapping my legs around one of her tiny ones. I rested my head upon her chest, using her soft breast as a pillow. I felt her delicate fingers begin working through my sweat slicked hair and I closed my eyes under her soothing touch. Instant fatigue crept over me, but a ghosting of breath over my face had me opening my eyes again. Luke had mirrored my actions and now lay across her other side, his face only inches from mine. Sweaty strands of his long blond hair tickled at my nose and I lightly blew them away. We soundlessly stared at one another, a lethargic glaze over our eyes before I noticed a slow grin spreading across Luke's face. I felt a matching smirk cross over my own and we basked in the glow of this amazing moment.

We had just experienced the most fucking amazingly beautiful moment with the girl of our collective dreams. Again. And this had somehow exceeded the glory that had been that night at the diner by a mile. Hell, make that by twenty. I re-closed my eyes, feeling myself being pulled deeper into sleep as Sang continued to play with my hair. As the storm outside continued to rage on, the three of us slept entwined together and undisturbed.

An obnoxious ringing in my ears brought me slowly back to the land of the living. I was so warm and comfortable right then and I didn't want to fucking move. That damn ringing wasn't going away, however, and I blindly reached around with my arms before I located my discarded jeans. I ripped out the offending object and then tapped haphazardly at the screen on my phone. Raising it to my ear, I snuggled deeper into Trouble and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Why the hell haven't you guys been answering your fucking phones Gabriel?"

"Oh, I don't know Nathan, maybe because we've been taking a fucking nap?"

"A fucking nap? Don't give me that bullshit, it's 12:30 in the afternoon! What the hell have you guys been doing all morning that requires you to take a nap by noon?" Well, I could think of quite a few physically intensive things, but I wisely kept my mouth shut about that.

"Dude, chill the fuck out. A storm passed through and hit the campground pretty fucking hard. We hid out in the tent and let it pass. We must have dozed off or some shit like that, so get your fucking panties untwisted and take a fucking chill pill."

"This is not a time to be fucking joking Gabriel. That storm caused flash flooding throughout the area and it blocked the road to the campgrounds. We've been trying to get a hold of you dumb asses for hours to make sure you guys hadn't been flooded out and to make sure Peanut was okay, so excuse me for being worried. The road has finally cleared enough that we're making our way to you guys. We'll be there in ten minutes or so. Once we get there, we'll pack up and head home. There are more storms on the horizon and we don't want to get stuck."

At that he hung up and I shot up in a panic. "Fucking Christ on a stick, Luke, Trouble, get your asses up! We need to get dressed like fucking now!"

They both Jolted awake at the panic in my voice and I explained to them as quickly as I could that the other were on the way. What ensued was a panicked mad scrambling to get dressed and look semi presentable. At the used condoms, Luke and I shared concerned glances. Should we put them in our bags? I cringed at the thought of putting them in my bags, but Trouble solved that dilemma for us. She snagged them from us, ripped open the tent door and marched across the campground to the now swollen river that ran next to it. She chucked them hard into the rushing water just as the others pulled into the campground and I had to fight the insane urge to laugh hysterically.

"Sang, get away from there! The ground is probably really soft and you could fall in!"

Kota's barked order, laced with fear, had us spinning around to face the others as they approached. Firm frowns were set upon all of their faces and Nathan looked pissed.

"What the hell were you guys thinking, letting her play near the river? What part of fucking flash flood do you two not get?"

"Honey, calm down! I was trying to see if I could skip some rocks, but the water is going too fast. It wasn't their fault. They were actually just telling me to get away from the river when you guys pulled up."

At Trouble's soothing words, Nathan unruffled a bit and Kota and Victor stopped glaring at us like we were idiots. Another rumble of distant thunder reminded us all of how important it was that we get out of the area as soon as possible and we set about packing up our gear. It may have taken us longer to pack up with only part of our original numbers, but we were still all packed and loaded up by 1:30. Rain drops began splattering across the window just as we pulled out of the campground and we were on our way back.

"Princess, what is up with your hair? It's a complete mess. I'm surprised Gabriel didn't freak out and attempt to fix it earlier. What have you guys been up to this whole morning?"

Luke and I tensed up in the back as we waited for Sang's response, our hearts racing and our faces containing barely masked fear. Trouble just glanced back at us and with a sly smirk and a tiny wink answered Victor's question.

"Really, we just ate breakfast before the storm hit and then we went in the tent and dozed off." Kota's eyes glanced back at Sang's breezy tone and he quirked an eyebrow at her in curiosity.

"What did you guys have for breakfast? Sorry there wasn't much left in the cooler."

"Oh, don't worry about it Kota. We made chocolate pancakes. And then we made some of the best s'mores I have ever tasted. They were mind blowing. Luke and Gabe are very, very talented at making those."

As Trouble just beamed like a mad women at the confused faces of the others, Luke and I choked and began coughing violently. She turned to look back at us with the others as we attempted to clear our airways. Her grin only widened and she made a show of licking those damn lips of hers as her eyes devoured us in the back. And I just knew that I was back to the torturous agony of blue balls unless I got a fucking miracle.

I began to mutter under my breath. "Cause of death, fucking blueus ballsieus maximus."

A snort of laughter from my side caught my attention and Luke looked at me with complete understanding in his eyes. "You and me both, brother, you and me both."

We shared a grimace of sympathy before we began cracking up at the fucking ridiculously miserable weeks we had to look forward to. But damn if it wasn't worth it. And Trouble was completely fucking right. Those had been the best damn s'mores of my life.