Chapter 19 Josephine
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.”