Chapter 38 #2
We follow him through the villa's corridor to the master suite, a space dominated by a huge king-size bed. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer the same stunning lake view, but thick curtains can be drawn for privacy. Not that we need them—the villa is isolated enough that no neighbors can see in.
Julian wastes no time, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the sculpted torso that once graced sports magazine covers.
Tristan is more methodical, carefully unbuttoning his shirt and laying it over a chair.
Alex helps me out of my leggings and tunic, his fingers trailing down my sides as he pulls my top over my head.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs against my neck, his hands spanning my rib cage just below my breasts. "More beautiful every day."
We find our way to the bed, and I climb in, positioning myself in the center. Julian's mouth finds mine as Tristan's hands slide up my thighs. Alex watches for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of us together before he joins in.
Julian shifts onto his back and tugs me toward him. "Come here," he whispers. I straddle him, feeling his hardness press against me. My body responds instantly, a flush of heat spreading through me as I rock against him, seeking that perfect pressure.
"That's it," he encourages, his hands gripping my hips. "It’s all yours."
I grind down harder, the friction against my clit sending sparks of pleasure through my core. Julian watches me with hungry eyes, then pulls me forward until my breasts hover above his face. His mouth captures one sensitive nipple, and I gasp at the sensation.
"Oh god," I moan as his tongue circles the hardened peak. My hands brace against the headboard as I continue to move against him.
Alex appears beside us, completely naked now, his eyes never leaving my face as he watches Julian pleasure me. He grabs hold of his cock and starts stroking it slowly.
Tristan's hands slide up my back, his touch a contrast to Julian's more demanding grip. He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
"I need to feel you," Julian says against my breast, his hands urging me to lift up just enough for him to push his boxers down. His cock springs free, hard and ready.
I take him in my hand, his hardness hot against my palm. I use his cock to stroke my own wetness, sliding him through my folds with deliberate slowness. The head of his cock catches on my clit and I gasp, circling it there, using him to pleasure myself.
"Fuck, Camille," Julian groans, his head falling back against the pillows. "That feels incredible."
I continue my teasing, dragging his length up and down my slit, spending extra time circling my clit with his tip.
"Fuck, that’s hot," Alex murmurs from beside us, his own hand still working his cock as he watches.
I can't hold back the moan that escapes me as the pressure builds. My thighs begin to tremble with the effort of holding myself above Julian. I need more now. Need him inside me.
Shifting my hips, I position him at my entrance and sink down slowly, feeling him stretch me open. We both inhale sharply at the sensation—the perfect fullness, the heat, the connection.
"God, yes," I breathe, my hands bracing on his chest. "You feel so good."
Julian's hips snap upward, driving deeper into me as his eyes lock with mine.
"No more teasing," he growls, gripping my hips firmly and thrusting again, harder this time. "I need to fuck you properly."
"That's it," I gasp, surrendering to his intensity. "Just like that."
Alex moves closer, kneeling beside us on the bed. His hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward him. His cock stands proud and thick, the tip glistening with precum.
"Open," he commands.
I part my lips eagerly, welcoming him into my mouth as Julian continues his relentless pace below me. The fullness is exquisite—Julian filling me below while Alex slides between my lips above. I take him deep, loving the groan that escapes him when I swirl my tongue around his tip.
Behind me, Tristan's presence is a solid warmth. His hands snake around to cup my breasts, fingers expertly rolling my sensitive nipples.
Julian's thrusts become more insistent, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, Camille, you’re going to make me come with that tight little pussy of yours."
I moan around Alex's cock, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure as he wraps my hair around his hand.
Julian’s hips stutter and then he’s coming, hot and sudden, deep inside me. He collapses back on the pillows, arms thrown wide, eyes glazed over. I’m still straddling him, dizzy and drunk on the high of it, when Tristan moves behind me.
“Switch,” he says, his voice half-command, half-request. My body answers before my mind can catch up—I lift myself off Julian, his cock slipping from me, and immediately find myself guided to my hands and knees. My ass is in the air, dripping wet.
Tristan’s palm presses into the curve of my back. His other hand coasts over my hip, then down between my thighs—he slides two fingers through the mess Julian left inside me, then spreads me wider, exposing everything. I can feel him taking a good look at me while he fists his cock.
He lines up and slowly, so slowly, presses the tip of his cock to my entrance. I gasp, my back arching, needy and open for him. He’s patient, pushing in an inch at a time, savoring the way I stretch for him.
He starts to fuck me—slow at first, a tease of friction, the delicious push and pull of my body giving way to his. I whimper around Alex’s cock, greedily taking him deeper as each thrust from behind forces me farther onto him. I am sandwiched by their bodies; I nearly sob at how good it feels.
Tristan’s hand comes around my hip, his palm splaying hot over my belly. He finds my clit and circles it with two fingers, relentless and perfect. Alex tightens his grip in my hair, fucking my mouth in tiny, controlled thrusts, his hips barely moving.
I'm not going to last—I know it, and apparently so does everyone else. Tristan’s pace gets rougher, his breathing loud and desperate as he fucks into me, fingers never letting up on my clit. I feel my orgasm climbing, gathering heat and force until it’s almost unbearable.
My release hits me—fast and brutal. My body clamps down, muscles seizing as I come hard.
I moan around Alex’s cock, the sound muffled but still echoing in the back of my throat. The vibration triggers a sharp gasp from him—he grabs my hair tighter, shoving himself deep, and I feel the first hot pulse of him shoot against my tongue.
Behind me, Tristan grunts out my name and pulls my hips snug against his. He drives deep and comes hard inside me, his hand gripping my ass so tightly I know there’ll be marks.
My knees buckle and I drop down, trembling, my cheek pressed to the sheets. For a few seconds there’s nothing but the heavy sound of our breathing, all of us catching our breath.
Alex collapses next to me, pulling me immediately against his chest, his arms tight and possessive. He’s still panting a little, so I nuzzle into the crook of his neck and just listen to his pulse thud under my ear.
Tristan hovers for a moment, then slides off the bed. I hear water running in the adjoining bathroom and he returns a moment later with a warm towel, cleaning me with his usual gentleness and care.
We collapse together in the late afternoon light, the sheets a mess beneath us.
I'm nestled between Tristan and Alex, with Julian's head resting on my thigh.
The room smells of sex and the faint traces of Julian's cologne.
Outside, the sun continues its slow descent, painting the lake in shades of orange and pink.
"We should do this more often," Julian says, breaking the comfortable silence.
"What, sex?" I ask with a lazy smile. "We do that plenty."
"No, this." He gestures vaguely around us. "Getting away together. Just the four of us somewhere beautiful."
Tristan lightly rubs my shoulder. "We could make it a regular thing. Quarterly trips."
"Or monthly," Alex suggests, surprising me with his enthusiasm for the idea. "We could explore a new place each time."
I close my eyes, imagining it—these seasonal escapes from reality, these pockets of time where we're just us without the world's opinions pressing in. "I'd like that," I say simply. “But we’ll have to wait until after the delivery and when the baby is a little older.”
"Of course," Alex says. "But maybe we can sneak in one more trip before it’s not safe to travel anymore."
As the conversation shifts to travel plans and doctor's appointments, I find myself floating in a bubble of contentment. Lying here with these three men who love me in their different ways, I can't imagine wanting anything else.