Too Sweet (Boys of Lake Chapel)

19. Josephine

“What is all this?”

I’m staring at a boat—one of ours, I think—but it’s practically unrecognizable under the mountains of jewel-toned pillows and blankets piled on every surface. The tables and chairs usually set up in the middle have been cleared. Every inch of the vessel has been transformed into a love nest.

“Pretty sure this is your wildest fantasy come to life,” Kylian quips.

I whip my head around and search his face. He cocks one eyebrow, then shifts his gaze to Decker.

“Are you serious right now?” Laughing, I turn to my husband. This whole setup can’t really mean what I think it means.

Decker has rules. Decker loves his stupid rules. Boat sex has always been a no-no (with the exception of one fantastic night where Kylian led me from guy to guy by my ponytail so I could suck them off).

My husband scowls at my apparent disbelief.

The other three? They look like they’re trying their hardest not to absolutely lose it.

I press my lips together and lift my hand to my mouth. I have to calm down. I can’t laugh. If Decker’s really going to go for this, I don’t want to spook him.

When I meet his hard gaze, all amusement evaporates like it’s been excised from my soul. His piercing glare is so hot, so irritated and intense, I shiver.

“Get on the boat before I change my mind, Josephine.”

That shuts me up real quick.

I climb aboard, not sure where to even step with the soft blankets covering every surface. Should I take my shoes off? What are the rules for Decker’s floating love nest?

A hard body sidles up behind me, the frame eclipsing mine and sending a jolt of anticipation from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Warm breath tickles my neck when the man behind me brings his lips to my ear.

“Strip and lie down, Mrs. Crusade. Let’s see if the reality of what I have planned for you lives up to your wildest fantasy.”

I’m surrounded. Overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Obsessed .

I’m lying—bare—in the middle of the pontoon, which has been anchored in the center of the lake.

The blankets beneath me are heated, their warmth combined with the heat radiating off my guys’ bodies providing all the climate control I need.

They’re touching me everywhere: their hands caressing my skin, their lips exploring every crevice. I feel warm all over, so wonderfully wanted, as they worship every inch of skin they can find.

Decker captures my mouth, feeding me his tongue as he grinds his erection into my core, hovering over my body to give the others easier access.

Kylian teases one nipple between his teeth as his fingertips trail up and down the hollow of my throat.

Nicky and K must have planned ahead, because they’re basically mirroring each other’s movements but on opposite sides of my body. Each man nips at one of my inner thighs, alternating turns as they torturously drag their tongues toward my center, then pulls back without actually touching me where I crave them most.

Panting, Decker breaks away from my mouth, resting his forehead on mine. “I could spend the rest of my life kissing you, Siren, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

My fingers scrape through the short hairs at his nape. I try to pull his lips back to mine, but he resists.

“What do you want?” he asks, his voice husky as his obsidian eyes search my face.

Kylian clamps down on my nipple and sucks hard. I arch my back instinctively when he releases me, practically floating as my torso brushes against Decker’s defined chest.

I’m breathless. Weightless. Drifting wherever the boat takes us. Succumbing to whatever pleasure my boys dole out.

Refocusing on my husband, I nip at his lips. “I want you to make me come,” I plead. Every inch of my skin is on fire. I’m so needy my cunt feels like it has its own heartbeat.

Gulping, Decker nods once. “Who do you want to make you come, Siren?”

Realization flashes through me like lightning.

Gripping the back of his head with both hands, I look my husband in the eye. “You, Decker. I need you to make me come.”

His lashes flutter closed. His chest shudders above me.

When he opens his eyes, heat blazes behind impossibly dark irises.

My words were clearly both a comfort and a confidence boost.

Decker pulls back, then drags his hand between my breasts as he works his way down… down… down.

With a roguish smile and hooded eyes, he scans my naked, writhing frame. “Your wish is my command, wife.”

He wraps his arms around my legs, lifting my lower half off the floor of the boat. “Hold her open for me,” he tells Kendrick and Locke. They each take a leg, supporting my weight as my husband situates himself at my core.

Decker doesn’t ease me into it. He doesn’t tease or gently caress to build up the tension. He dives in, devouring my sex and sucking so hard on my clit I see stars.

My back tries to arch again, but I’m met with resistance. Kylian maintains a hold on my neck, anchoring me to the blankets beneath me.

I reach for him with one hand, guiding him forward for a kiss.

He gives me what I want, bringing his mouth to mine, but I can barely return the slow, languid strokes of his tongue. All my focus is being monopolized by the man with his head buried between my thighs.

“Decker,” I plead, gripping his hair with one hand and pulling him even harder against my core. He takes the opportunity to slide a single finger inside me, crooking it once against my G-spot, then rubbing back and forth against my inner wall once he hits the spot that makes me cry out.

He builds me up. He torments me with his mouth; with the grip on my thighs that seems to tighten every time Kylian squeezes my throat and the others caress my legs.

I feel them everywhere as my mind goes blank and my body soars.

“Decker. Please ,” I pant. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Fuck, baby. I love to hear you beg. Say my name again.”

His mouth reconnects with my core. A second finger slides inside, scissoring against my sweet spot in a torturous rhythm. When he sucks my clit hard and presses into my G-spot at the same time, I hit a stratospheric peak I’ve never crested before.

“Decker. Decker. Decker ,” I chant. Every syllable is a plea, my needy desperation for him so intense, I can’t do anything but feel.

In that moment, I exist on two planes. I straddle the peak of pleasure, my orgasm still building as my four men send me higher and higher.

I’m wound so tightly, every muscle in my body burns.

I’m so far gone I forget to breathe, the oxygen deprivation adding to the heady, blurry edge of bliss.

“Come for me, Mrs. Crusade.”

The command is followed by a sharp nip of his teeth.

I’m helpless to do anything but exactly what he says. I tip and fall, spiraling all the way down.

My body spasms, my pussy weeps in satisfaction. Tears leak from my eyes. My muscles go slack as every cell in my body rejoices in release.

Soothing words wash over me, four sets of hands grazing over my skin and holding me steady as the world tilts on its axis then rights itself once more.

Decker sits back on his knees, his gaze flitting from my face to my exposed, spasming sex. “We all want in tonight, Siren. Will you let us all in?”

“Yes,” I consent with a shuddering, eager inhale. “Have me. Fill me. Fuck me and make me yours.”

“Nicky’s first,” Kylian whispers in my ear.

My guys move around me, Decker taking the leg that Nicky was just holding as he shifts into position.

“Look at me, Hot Girl,” Nicky encourages, dragging the tip of his dick through my folds. “I want your focus right here as I slide inside you and we break Decker’s favorite rule together.”

My initial snort transforms into a moan as he enters me. The angle is exquisite. I’m exposed in the most erotic way. I know the others’ eyes are on us. But in this moment, all I see is my sweet Nicky.

“Right there,” I encourage, loving the way he pounds into me at the perfect pace.

Kylian wraps his hand around my throat. Decker and Kendrick caress up my legs, holding me wide open.

“Nicky,” I plead, not even sure what I’m asking for. I just want him. I need him so badly it hurts. The rest of our lives won’t be long enough to show him all the ways I love him.

Knowing just what I need, he brushes at the guys’ arms, and when they release me, he scoops me up so I’m sitting in his lap.

I savor the stretch. Surrender to the intimacy of being so deeply connected, mind, body, and soul. Seconds tick by. Water laps at the sides of the boat. Nothing else matters except this single moment where we’re joined as one and he’s holding me like he never wants to let me go.

As the emotion passes, my body craves more. Squirming in his lap, I grind my clit against his pubic piercing. I’ll never grow tired of feeling the cool, smooth metal against my tight bundle of nerves.

“Plant your feet on either side of me, Hot Girl.”

I do as I’m told, steadying myself and essentially hovering so just the first two inches of his length are sheathed inside me.

With a self-assured smirk, he lifts his hips, raises his pierced eyebrow, then waits for me to nod and give him the go ahead.

He fucks up hard, fast, and with impressive stamina, driving me higher, higher, and higher still until an orgasm rolls through me and sends me tumbling back into his lap.

Warmth coats my insides, Nicky’s release blending with mine as we kiss and cuddle close.

It’s not until Kylian’s at my back that I even remember the others are here with us. When I scan the boat, three ravenous sets of eyes meet my gaze.

“My turn,” Kylian declares, plucking me out of Nicky’s lap.

Cum trickles down my thigh, but I know out of all my guys, Kylian cares the least about excessive liquids and cross-contamination. For a man who loves structure, he really does keep it fluid in our sex life.

“Lay on your side, baby. Legs together. Knees up.”

It’s as easy as breathing to take orders from this man. My body moves into position naturally, then Decker lifts my head and places a pillow beneath me. I’m deliciously cozy yet buzzing with anticipation as Kylian hovers and lines himself up.

One hand caresses my cheek, turning my head to face him.

Then he pushes in and wraps his hand around my throat all in one go.

“Fucking perfect,” he praises with a squeeze.

My pussy clenches around him, a weightless freedom washing over me as I surrender and let him take control.

He thrusts in deep, timing each roll of his hips with the curl of his hand.

“Look around, Jo. They love watching me take you like this, baby.”

I can barely move, but out of the corner of my eye, I catch Decker's and Kendrick’s laser-sharp focus on me. Their expressions are hungry, borderline feral. They both have their dicks in hand.

“Do you love when Daddy chokes you?” Kylian asks.

“I love it,” I confirm, fighting to suck in enough oxygen as my vision blurs around the edges and everything else ceases to exist.

I love it. I need it. I crave it.

“Harder, Daddy,” I beg.

He gives and gives. He knows my body so well that with a final thrust and a constricting squeeze, I come apart just for him.

Kylian is my safe place. In his hands I find pleasure; in his arms I find peace.

His devotion soothes all the frayed, broken edges I used to worry would never heal. I don’t worry about healing or fixate on my past the way I used to. That’s because of him, and all of them. They see me exactly as I am. They love me just like this.

“Are you with us, baby?” Kylian asks, running his nose along my jaw and tenderly kissing my neck.

“Ask again later,” I tease. I’m so sated I could fall asleep right here.

“No magic eight ball answers, Mama.” Kendrick scoops me up into his arms. “It’s my turn, and if I don’t get inside you right this fucking second, I’m going to embarrass myself in front of my boys.”

Kendrick rolls me to my back and glides in with absolutely no resistance. I’m already wet and dripping from the others, but K doesn’t seem to care. He drills into me, pushing the cum deeper and filling me fuller with each thrust.

“I fucking love you,” he professes, holding himself above me and sensually driving his length deeper and deeper into my tight channel.

I was sated just moments ago. But Kendrick sparks a need inside me that only he can fill.

I smooth my fingers over his facial hair, pulling him to me and kissing him deeply before issuing my request. “Will you take my ass, K?”

His answering grin is all the confirmation I need. “With fucking pleasure. Flip over for me, Mama. Let me get you ready.”

I mourn the loss of him the second he pulls out, but I know I’m going to be feeling even more full once he’s fucking my other hole. Flipping to hands and knees, I stretch out my upper body. K grips both cheeks of my ass and squeezes, really digging in.

I hear him spit one second before the wad lands on my puckered hole.

Fuck. Yes. I love when he makes it filthy for me.

Fingertips brush my clit, then I’m surprised when two fingers push into my cunt. Before I can say anything, Kylian speaks up from behind us.

“Lube?”

He asks it as a question, but we all know it’s a requirement for anal.

Kendrick crooks two fingers along my inner wall and drags them out slowly. There’s clear amusement in his voice when he replies. “I mean, you and Nicky left me two loads to work with over here, Daddy Genius. Bring it over just in case, but I think I’m all set for now.”

He paints my backdoor with warm cum before pushing one finger into me. The initial sting is quickly followed by the carnal urge I always feel when he plays with me back there. More. I want more. I want all of him, and I want it now.

Impatiently, I push back, fucking myself on the single digit he’s given me so far.

“Relax, Mama. You know I’ll get you there.”

He’s right. He’s so fucking good to me. I exhale and stretch out again, letting my body relax as another finger breaches my hole. He fucks in and out a few times, quickly getting me to three.

“Breathe,” he reminds me. “Open up, Jojo. You’re doing so well for me. Let’s show your boys how much you love getting fucked in the ass.”

I squeeze around his fingers impatiently. He chuckles, removes his hand, and quickly coats his dick with lube.

He slaps the crown of his cock between my thighs—spanking my clit on the first few passes, then aiming so the slick head hits against my asshole in rapid succession.

I’m lost to the sensation when he breaches me.

“Breathe,” he reminds me again, smoothing both hands up and down my bare back before settling them on my hips. “Let me in, Mama. Let me fuck you just how you like it.”

I release a slow, steady exhale as Kendrick gradually drives into my ass. When he’s buried to the hilt, I groan. It burns in the best way. It excites every nerve in my body, knowing the others are watching.

He eases in and out with measured thrusts, letting me fully adjust to the sensation.

“You’re choking me, Mama. So fucking tight. So fucking good.”

I preen at his praise, but I’m gripped by a deeper desire in the next breath.

I’m so full. It feels so good.

But I’m also still empty and aching.

With an uncertain, shaky breath, I turn my head and rest my cheek on the satin blanket below me.

On instinct, I search for Decker. He’s just a few feet away, his expression both feverish and slack-jawed as his eyes dart from my face to where Kendrick’s length disappears inside my body.

“I need you,” I croak, unsure the words are even audible over the sound of all the moans and heavy breathing.

Decker’s eyes go wide and his whole body locks up. At that moment, K hits that hard-to-reach spot deep inside, resulting in my pussy clenching around nothing and reminding me once more just how empty I truly am.

Fuck.

“Decker. Please .”

I look back over my shoulder, locking eyes with K. He knows the question before I even ask, his sly smile confirming that he’s more than okay with what I’m craving right now.

“Yo. Daddy Genius,” Kendrick calls out, slowing his thrusts in the process. “We’re gonna need an assist.”

Relief washes over me. I’m so blissed out I don’t have enough brain cells to string together a coherent thought right now. I’m not about to try and explain the logistics of double penetration to the man who had rules about fornicating in open waters until a few hours ago.

“Let’s lay back for him,” Kendrick suggests. It shouldn’t be so easy, but K lifts me up and keeps us connected, lying on his back while keeping his cock buried deep in my ass.

The new angle lights up all my nerve endings, making it impossible for me to fight against the urge to touch myself.

I run my hands up my legs, rubbing my clit several times before reaching lower. I caress around my gaping hole, massaging right where Kendrick’s cock is stretching me wide. He groans behind me, gently thrusting up as I work us both over. I’m lost to the sensations, my eyes closed and my head tipped back to rest on Kendrick’s chest.

Panting, I brush my hands up my torso, cupping my breasts, then squeezing my nipples to the point of pain.

No matter how hard I squeeze, and despite how full I already feel, something’s missing. I know what it is. I just don’t know if he’s willing to give it.

When my lashes flutter open, I lock eyes with my husband. He’s right there, staring down at me, his jaw ticking in determination, nodding every few seconds as Kylian talks low in his ear. We’ve done this once before, but not like this. I’m already so sensitive and swollen—he’s going to have to fight to work his way in, especially at this angle.

He moves forward, cock in hand, stroking it slowly before dousing it with the lube Kylian provided.

Good call, Daddy Genius.

“This is what you want, Josephine?”

I tip my chin back proudly, letting him see my truth. “Yes. Fuck me, Decker. I want you to fill me all the way up while K fucks my ass.”

With a shuddering breath, he lines himself up.

“Ease into it,” Nicky encourages from the side.

Kendrick grunts. “Just get in here, Cap. You know how fucking good this is about to feel. She can take it.”

Decker looks from my cunt to my face, worry emanating off him in waves. “You’re sure?”

I bristle at his hesitation. I don’t know who he thinks he’s asking. Yes, I’m fucking sure. He needs to put it in. Right fucking now.

“Easy,” Kendrick soothes, his hands running down my sides until his fingertips find my clit. I instantly relax, grateful for his touch. He always knows what I need, sometimes even before I do.

“I’ll hold her still,” Kendrick promises. “Slow and steady, but when you feel resistance, just keep going. I swear she can take it, Cap. She wants you. She needs her husband right now.”

That does it.

Decker fumbles on the first few attempts, but once he’s in, he’s fucking in.

“Yes. Fuck. Right there, Decker. Yes.”

He drives deeper, steadying himself with one hand on my hip while the other seeks out my center.

Both men play with me, Kendrick using two fingers to hold open my folds while Decker rolls my clit between his forefinger and thumb.

I glance down and gasp. Their touch sends me soaring. But the sight of their hands working together has me clenching every muscle and teetering on the edge.

“Fuck, Mama. Not yet. He needs to be all the way in. Let him fucking have you.”

I release a shaky exhale, desperate to stave off the orgasm threatening to pull me under.

“Fuck. So tight, Siren. You feel so fucking good.”

“Do you need more lube?” Kylian asks.

Decker grunts a sound of dismissal. “I’ve fucking got her.”

Then he spits on my clit, and I fucking lose it.

My body convulses and spasms, the orgasm unleashing all the tension and reservedness both men exhibited up until this point.

“Push in when I pull out, Cap. Think about fucking up into her.”

Decker nods once, quickly meeting the rhythm K sets.

Every few seconds, my inner walls clench so tightly I lock one of them in place. But they’re relentless. Persistent. Determined and so fucking stubborn.

The next orgasm builds fast. The pressure is almost too much to bear. I can’t hold back, and more importantly, I don’t want to. Not now. Not ever again.

My eyes water as the urge builds in my core.

This isn’t just an orgasm. It’s about to be a baptism.

“K,” I whimper, my mind already buzzing as my legs start to shake.

“Fuck yeah,” Kendrick murmurs. “Keep it up, Cap. Your wife’s about to squirt. Once it starts, don’t you dare fucking stop. Just keep fucking her through it.”

Decker’s eyes flare with panic. I reach out and grip his neck, bracing myself for the deluge that’s about to take hold.

“It feels so good,” I assure him.

Warmth washes over me. Electricity zaps up my thighs. I dig my nails into Decker’s scalp and lock eyes with my husband as a gush of fluid bursts from my pussy and absolutely soaks him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant, throwing my head back against K’s chest and pinching my nipples again.

Mouths descend on me as Kylian and Nicky move my hands and suck on my tits. They’re anything but gentle—tugging and biting with such ferocity I throb all the way down in my core.

“One more, Mama. We’re all here for you. We want this as much as you do. Give us one fucking more.”

Kylian presses two fingers into my mouth, then moves that hand down to my clit. That would be enough, honestly, but then I feel another hand. And another. And another.

They’re all touching me—working together like the perfect team to push me toward the final release.

My mind succumbs. My body submits. I scream and gush and absolutely drench them all, squirting more and spasming harder than I ever have in my life.

Serenity settles over me as I fade in and out of cognizance. That may have been the hottest group sex ever, but somehow, I also feel unbelievably cherished in this moment. I drift off to sleep for a few minutes, coming to with an even deeper sense of love and appreciation for my four amazing men.

Decker and Kendrick have pulled out, and Nicky is gently cleaning me up. Kylian strokes my hair, whispering words of admiration and praise.

Decker and Kendrick separate the wet blankets from the useable ones, laying everything out around us and rearranging the pillows.

Emotion clogs my throat as I watch them work together. Kylian guides me over and lays me down on the fresh blankets. I snuggle up against them, feeling more settled and satisfied than I ever have in my life.

Nicky lies near my left leg, planting a sloppy kiss on my stomach and grinning up at me before mouthing “love you” and wrapping a tatted hand around my thigh.

Kylian situates himself so he’s up near my head, his lips at my ear. He keeps praising me, the steady stream of veneration warming me from the inside out.

Kendrick smooths his big palm up the length of my right leg, coming to rest with his stubbled jaw pressed into my side. I reach down and scratch his head, delighting when he closes his eyes with a satisfied smile.

Decker finally joins us, weaving his arm under my head and possessively grabbing one of my breasts. The cool underside of his wedding band brushes against my nipple and inspires a full body shiver.

Peering up at him, I wait until I catch his gaze.

“Thank you,” I tell him softly.

For tonight. For this life. I couldn’t even begin to properly thank any of them for everything they’ve done for me. For the love and security. For the hope and the joy.

I don’t know what I did to deserve these men and the beautiful life we’re creating. But as they surround me, each one snuggling close, touching me and peppering my skin with kisses all while whispering their adoration, I decide it doesn’t matter. Everyone deserves the chance to live the truest, fullest, most beautiful version of their life.

It’s me and them, forever and ever. I’ll never take for granted the way we all care for one another.

I am here. This is now.

This is my happily ever after. I plan to hold on tight and never let it go.