I am standing in front of a beautiful house. I searched on the internet. I had been planning for my vacation for so long. When I booked the house, they told me that due to the peak season, I had to select a room as it had five rooms. When I asked for the whole house, the amount they sent me was ridiculous so I opted to go for one room in this dream house.

By looking at the house and its view, I already started feeling like the vacation was going to be mind-blowing. I am sure it would be worth waiting for a year. I felt a rush of excitement as I managed to secure the room during the busiest time of the year for tourists.

As I dragged my suitcase up the porch steps, I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. I was taken aback because the house was beautifully furnished, with cozy, rustic charm blending seamlessly with modern amenities.

I don't know why, but I was taken aback when my eyes fell on an Italian guy drenched in sweat, doing pushups, and keeping his feet on the couch. I shouldn't be shocked to see other guests but I think I wasn't ready to face such handsomeness.

On the couch, another Italian guy was holding a glass of margarita and watching TV. When I looked at the screen, he was watching Game of Thrones.

As I opened my mouth to speak, a stunningly attractive man suddenly appeared from one of the rooms. I could tell right away that he was British. He was on the phone, and his accent was undeniably English. I began to feel as though I was completely invisible, even though I was standing right by the main door and they carried on with their activities.

I couldn't help but wonder what on earth was going on or where I had ended up for my vacation. Then, the leanest and sleekest one turned around; he had been standing in the kitchen the whole time, but I missed him due to the dark interior and the fact that he was wearing maroon.

When the sleekest saw me, he waved at me. "Heya."

I smiled and raised my brows. "Hello," Everyone's attention turned towards me so I continued. "Everybody."

Okay, so it seemed like there was a rule in the house that no good-looking guy could wear a shirt. As he extended his hand, I couldn't help but give him a thorough once-over. He has black, shiny, silky, messy hair, blue eyes, a fair complexion, and a smile that's definitely devilish but also sexy at the same time. He's around 5'10'' tall. I extended my hand for a handshake.

And soon after, a pushup Italian offered his hand. While shaking hands, I looked at him, trying to bury my sensual feelings inside. I watched him from head to toe twice. His short, dark brown hair, broad chest and shoulders, angular face, and stubble helped him to appear as a rugged, strong guy. He is at least 6'2 in height.

I stepped forward, holding the margarita Italian. He has short, dark brown hair, deep-set eyes that are also dark brown, a chiseled face, a sun-kissed complexion, and a well-proportioned physique with broad shoulders and a strong, lean body. He has a warm smile and stands at around 6 feet tall. I shook hands with him.

Finally, the accent ended his call and he turned his attention towards me. He has dark brown to black hair, a fair complexion, an angular face with high cheekbones, and piercing blue eyes. He is well-toned, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. He stands slightly above average height at around 5'10". After shaking hands, I quickly glanced behind them to make sure there were no more handshakes to be made.

the American said. "Welcome, we didn't expect such lovely company."

The margarita Italian said. "Wow, this place has suddenly become so much more interesting."

I could feel my cheeks turning red. "I wasn't informed that I'd be the only girl here."

My eyes landed on a closed door, and I was sure it was mine, so without saying anything, I walked towards the door, unlocked it, and rushed inside. I left my bag outside the room and then I called the owner, asking why on earth he has done to me and how I could live with four guys. I actually tried to change my booking, but the house owner said it's either this or nothing, with the season being so busy and all. I shut my eyes and gave in, agreeing with him as I tossed my phone onto the bed. I crashed onto the bed, my hands pressed firmly against my eyes.

I jolted awake at the sound of a knock on the door and immediately called out. "Yeah, come on in."

The American opened the door and leaned against the doorframe. "Have you found any place?"

I had a sensation of something being stuck in my throat, so I instinctively placed my hand on it. Then I shook my head to respond to his question. I noticed the other three also entering the room, and Margarita spoke up. "So, you are leaving?"

I experienced a fluttering sensation in my stomach and once again, I shook my head.

The rugged Italian dipped his head. "Well, we're glad you didn't change your mind. It's going to be a fun holiday."

I was unable to understand how my heart could be drawn to all four guys simultaneously. I let out a sigh, and then the accent's deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "Don't worry. We're all gentlemen here. You're safe with us."

I reluctantly nodded.

I watched as all four exited the room, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me as I sank back onto the bed. I've managed to convince myself that this is the moment and I must fully embrace and enjoy my holidays. Nothing and no one in the universe could stop me from enjoying myself, so I jumped out of bed and hurried to her bathroom.

After taking a refreshing shower, I stepped out of the room only to realize that my bag was still outside and the clothes I was wearing were now damp. I didn't know what to do so I gave it some thought for a while, then looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. "You can do this. Go, girl."

I opened my door and walked out with a towel wrapped around my chest. Water is dripping from my hair. I could sense that all eyes were on me because they paused when I entered the lounge. I was wondering why their eyes were not making me uncomfortable. Instead, I wanted them to come close to me and touch me. I kept a hand over my bag and looked at everybody. I pressed my lips and shook my head. I blew my nose and started dragging the bag inside.

I got ready for the evening and walked out of the room wearing a smile on my face but when I looked around, there was no one in the house. All rooms were vacant, as I could see through their open doors. I was feeling disappointed. because I wanted them to see me. Now I realize I put in such effort to look sultry because of these four guys.

I slapped the back of my head and shrugged it off. "Stop thinking about them and have fun."

When I entered the nightclub, I instantly got lost in this ecstatic atmosphere. Everyone is dancing like no one is watching. The smell of alcohol lingered everywhere. The wonderful music played in the background is the cherry on top. I walked through the crowd and finally reached the bar. After ordering my drink, I turned around to see the club.

A stranger approached me and inquired, "Are you expecting someone?"

As I looked at him, I didn't find him particularly appealing, so I simply nodded. I stood there, and he assured me that he would stay by my side until the company I was waiting for arrived. I told him that I didn't need it, but without giving him a chance to respond, my dirty martini was promptly placed on the counter. I picked it up and took a sip. Just as I was preparing to leave, he suddenly seized my arm and forcefully yanked me back. I snarled at him. He raised his arms to reassure me that he was not going to be a problem anymore.

I headed to the vacant booth and enjoyed my drink. I decided to dance after finishing my drink but that jerk again emerged from a crowd and sat next to me. I looked at him. "Listen, whoever the fuck you are, I am not interested so go and try your weak attempts somewhere else."

He kept trying to irritate me. After finishing my drink, I pointed at him to fuck off but someone grabbed me from behind and I was taken aback. How dare anyone touch me? I had been kissed between my neck and shoulder. It was amazing enough to shut off my anger.

I turned my face to see who it was and Margarita was holding me. I felt safe in his arms and I wanted to stay here forever. I looked at that jerk and kissed Margarita on his cheek.

Then the rugged Italian stepped in and asked, "Do we have any problem here?"

I glanced at the jerk. "Do we?"

He raised his hands. "Nah, it's nothing, dude. I was already leaving."

When he left and the margarita let go of me, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I almost wanted to ask him why he had stopped holding me. However, the rugged Italian extended his hand. "Would you like to dance?" I glanced at both of them, a smile forming on my face, before taking hold of their arms and heading to the dance floor.

I was dancing with two Italian boys, and with every twirl and touch, I felt myself growing weaker. The rugged cupped my face while Margarita held me by the waist behind. He came close and I knew he was going to kiss me but rather than push him away, I held him by his ass and pulled him close to me. Our kiss was intense, from start to finish. When our lips parted, I turned around, and now Margarita's hands were on my ass, and Rugged was kissing my neck. I kissed the margarita. Our kiss was soft but soon turned into passionate nibbling. I was confused about who not to kiss and who to turn my face toward. But Rugged and Margarita were touching me all over.

While dancing with them, I realized American was watching us and waiting for my invitation. I tilted my head and he winked at me. His wink stirred something deep inside me and I lifted my hand to call him and join us. Wearing a smirk on his face, he walked towards us and started cupping my face. "I thought you would take an eternity to notice me."

He claimed my mouth while both Italians were still touching my body. In fact, I started noticing their pattern on my waist and shoulders. They were brushing their fingers in a circular motion on my skin.

I was feeling adrenaline dancing between three hot guys but still, I was feeling something incomplete. When American broke the kiss after being breathless, I was looking at him with my rising and falling cleavage. Someone tapped on my shoulder. "Don't you want me?"

As soon as I heard his accent, a wave of heat rushed between my legs. I couldn't resist the urge to caress his face and passionately kiss him. In the midst of our intense kiss, I felt a pair of hands exploring between my thighs and another pair squeezing my half-popped-up globes. To add to the pleasure, I also felt a set of lips on my neck. As soon as our lips parted, I could feel someone else's hand grabbing me and asking. "What about me?"

When Accent and I both got breathless, we broke our kiss. Then, American cleared his throat. "Should we go back now?"

As I glanced at everyone, I noticed that they were all nodding in agreement. This brought a smile to my face, and they led me back to the house.

The Margarita asked. "Which room?"

I pointed at mine and walked in. they followed me and stood in front of me. Accent asked. "How do you want it?"

I looked at them. "Strip."

Then I hopped onto my bed and reached out for Margarita, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Afterward, I glanced over at American and coyly lowered my head, giving him a playful wink. I leaned back and kissed his lips. I felt Margarita's soft kisses are on my shoulder. As an American, unzipped my frock and then I invited Rugged and Accent to join me. I felt Rugged's tongue playfully teasing me, slipping into my mouth to intertwine with mine. Then someone pulled my dress down and another person started caressing my dangling globes over my bra.

Once I was done kissing Rugged, I leaned in and kissed Accent. The combination of my dirty martini and his beer sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me. I let out a low groan. During those initial moments, I went through a pattern of kissing each handsome, and in the midst of one of those kisses, someone unclasped my bra and tore off my panties. I could tell it was ripped because I heard a clear sound of tearing. I started feeling dizzy but still, I wanted to end what I had started so I cupped Margarita's face and whispered in his ears while licking his earlobe. "Rock my world."

I could see his face light up, and Margarita nodded while kissing my lips. He sat between my thighs and when he started to fill me up with his hard essence, my eyes started to close. The sensation intensified as he went deeper, causing me to tightly squeeze my eyes shut. My hands pressed against his broad chest, my nails digging into his skin. When Margarita was rocking his ass against my swollen and tender core, a burn spread through my body and at his last plunge, I cried and shuddered around him. His also roared and I felt a hot gush inside me.

When he pulled out and went beside me while kissing my shoulder, I pulled American, and he began kissing me and positioning himself between my legs. He was tormenting my throbbing core by pressing the head of his shaft. I whimpered, and my hands on his ass continued bringing him closer to me. "Please." Then he started thrusting me, I dug my nails into his ass and moaned out loud. His shaft kept stroking my tender core. Ecstasy coursed through me, and as he accelerated his speed, I became lost in the pleasure and rush that surged through me. American followed me over the brink and then we both collapsed onto each other.

When American sat back, Accent spread my legs further and his fingers started to brush on my slit and he started to make a kissing trail from my lips to jaws then to my neck but he kept coming back to my lips. I gripped his shoulders. "Now."

His hand moved up to my waist, and as his erection moved inside me, my throat clenched and I threw my head back. His thickness twisted me with a thrill, making each cell in my body thump. While Accent was moving back and forth, I felt someone pop up my hard pebble and cupped another tender globe. It increased my pleasure, and at his final push, I felt a torrent of desire release while he also filled me up with his hot stream.

My legs were shaky, and my body was exhausted, but I still wanted to feel rugged inside me. He bent over and began kissing my neck before moving down to my completely plumped globes, where he kissed one pebble while swiveling the other between his finger and thumb. When pleasure began to trigger me, I murmured, "Take me high." We collapsed over the bed together, and he began to sink in me as the base of his rigid length reached my yearning core. When his ass moved against me, I began panting because I was physically exhausted, but I wanted to satisfy my hungry soul, so I synced with his speed, and when he began bucking quicker, my core gripped around his rigid length, and we both released our hot pent-up desire together.

When Rugged eventually took himself out of me, I collapsed in bed, sore and sweat streaming off my forehead. While I was about to fall asleep, I felt like they were cleaning me, and then they wrapped me in their warm embraces, and we all slept together.

The next morning, when I woke up and my eyes landed on my four super handsome guys sleeping without shirts, I felt fortunate to have booked a room in this summer house because if I hadn't, someone else would have been in bed with these handsome gods. My heart clenched and wept when I thought about them with a girl other than me.

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