Chapter 31 #2
My entire body shudders, and I don’t stop to wonder about the angle, about how he’s pulling this off or if it’s hurting his wrist. Then I just give into the moment and move.
Dane slips a finger inside me just as Cole gets my top off, dropping it to the sand and covering my breast with his lips. His mouth is hot, insistent, sucking and biting and nipping at the sensitive skin there, and I’m blind with heat and need.
“Dane,” I gasp, “I want you to…”
But the man beneath me is already lifting me, pulling down his swim trunks, freeing his hardened cock. Cole brings his mouth back to mine, kissing me deeply, like it’s a battle over which man I’ll pay attention to at this moment.
Cole’s hands are on my chest, palming my breasts, massaging and squeezing like he has something to prove. I gasp against the pinch of my nipples and reach for Dane’s cock, wanting to wrap a hand around it.
But Dane’s own fist is there, pumping once, twice, before he lifts my hips and guides me onto him. For all his talk of taking things slow, he sure is moving fast here. And I don’t have a single complaint about it.
I sink down, taking him quicker than I ever have before, my body folding around his like it’s welcoming him home.
It’s because I’m relaxed. Because I know these men, and I’m having fun, and this has been the best week of my life.
And somehow, it just keeps getting better.
Dane grabs my hips and shows me how to fuck him, how to roll my hips in this position, and I’m surprised again to find there’s a new and exciting way for him to fill me.
That there’s a new way I can feel the tickle of his attention, the thrill of facing away from him, one of his hands sliding up and away from my hip to palm and squeeze my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, throwing my head back as Cole drops his lips from mine to trail them down my neck, over my collarbone, back to my breasts.
For a long, languid moment, Cole just stares at Dane and me with black eyes, his breath coming quick, his attention flitting over the spot where Dane and I connect, where Dane grips my hips, the bob of my throat as I let out another noise of pleasure.
Then, Dane pulls back and slaps my ass. The sting is sweet, sends a shockwave of surprised pleasure through me, and Cole is getting to his feet, his hand already moving against his cock over his swim trunks.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he mutters, darkly, those hazel eyes the darkest shade of green I’ve yet to see them.
“Please,” I whine, and both men let out noises. Cole stands before me, his hand working on himself over the thin material of his swim shorts. I can see where his pre-cum is wetting the now-dry fabric. He’s waiting for me to do something.
So, still rocking on Dane’s cock, most of my mind completely gone from the deep, throbbing stretch of it, I reach out and pull Cole’s trunks down. His cock springs free, standing at attention, pointing right at me like an offering.
I take it and, maybe in a moment of delirium, I run it over each cheek, looking up at him, wanting Cole to see how badly I want him in my mouth.
He grips my shoulders, flutters his hands over me like he’s not sure where to put them. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. Even after this week, I still don’t have much practice.
But I get the feeling that, with these men, I can do no wrong as long as I’m naked and wanting.
“Lu-cy,” Cole grinds out, his own head falling back as I run my tongue over him. I’m getting more familiar with the shapes of them, the way each of them is different, responds to various touches and sounds. It’s thrilling, to learn all this.
Maybe I should put the information in that CEO binder.
No. They belong to me, and there’s no way in hell I’m helping another assistant do a good job like this. I don’t like the idea of anyone else ever doing this with them the way I am.
Cole really likes what I’m doing now, when I pop him out of my mouth, focus on sweeping my tongue against the bottom of his dick, just under the head.
After that, it’s just keeping rhythm, like a strange, programmed machine. Dane with his cock inside me, his thumb on my clit. Me with my tongue on Cole’s dick, him with his hands, tangled in my hair.
We move together, chasing pleasure, breathing and shifting as one.
Then, our orgasms crest like the misfires of an engine. Cole lets out a warning sound for me, and I clench around Dane, which quickens his pace. The tightening moves from one to the other, each of us passing it down until we’re all coiled tight enough to pop.
And we do. Cole comes first, a low, guttural noise escaping from the bottom of his throat. He tries to pull back from me, but I’ve done this before, and I can do it again. I tug on him, an indication that he can stay if he wants.
From the way his pupils blow out, his hands tightening in my hair, I think he likes the idea of that.
So I swallow him down, unable to keep myself from thinking about how much Nico liked it when I did that. When it’s done, Dane still fucking under me, Cole drops to his knees, clumsily groping at my breasts, kissing the side of my neck, working me and working me, not giving up until I get mine, too.
And I do, clenching around Dane as he grinds me down tight and thrusts up once, twice, his entire body shaking as he empties himself inside me.
We collapse, a pile of bodies in the sand, breathing together like a single amoeba.
“Okay.” Turning together, we look up to see Nico grinning down at us, pointing a pair of tongs down in our direction. “That was hot as hell.”
Dane grunts up at him, “Thanks for the review. Any other notes?”
“Yeah,” Nico says, his grin widening. “We should definitely try it again on the plane home.”