Chapter 18 Carina #2
Knox's hands never stop their attention on my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples as he kisses my neck. The dual sensation—William stretching me from the inside while Knox works my nipples—is almost too much to process.
"You feel incredible," William growls, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady as he begins to move in shallow thrusts. "So tight, so perfect."
Travis is now next to me, his face level with mine.
His eyes are dark with desire as he leans in and captures my lips in a kiss.
He swallows my moans as William's pace increases, the water around us churning with our movements. I’m so overwhelmed in the best way, suspended in pleasure between the three of them, completely surrounded and filled.
"I can feel how close you are," Knox murmurs against my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Let go for us, Carina. Show us how good we make you feel.”
He’s right. I’m so fucking close and it feels incredible.
William's rhythm changes, his thrusts becoming deeper and more deliberate as Knox continues to tease my nipples.
The combination of sensations build inside me until I can't hold back any longer.
My entire body tenses, then releases in waves of pleasure that radiate outward from my core.
It seems to go on forever, each pulse more intense than the last, leaving me gasping and trembling between the men's bodies.
"Fuck yes," William groans, his own movements becoming erratic as he watches me come apart. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me firmly in place as he thrusts upward one final time. His body goes rigid, his face a mask of pleasure as he finds his own release.
We both catch our breath before William gently lifts me off him. Before I can even process the loss, Knox is turning me around in the water to face him.
"My turn," he says, his voice rough with need. He guides me to the edge of the pool, turns me around again and positions me so I’m bent slightly forward, my hands gripping the smooth stone edge.
The water laps against my skin as Knox moves behind me. I feel his hands spread my thighs wider, before he enters me in one smooth motion, filling me completely.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Knox breathes against her neck.
Travis moves in front of me so he’s between me and the pool wall.
His lips find mine in a hungry kiss while his hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my already sensitive nipples.
The dual sensation of Knox filling me from behind while Travis plays with my breasts sent waves of renewed desire coursing through me.
"God, you're perfect," Travis murmurs against my lips, pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me gasp.
Knox maintains a steady rhythm behind me, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he drives into me. Each thrust pushes me forward slightly into Travis's touch, creating a perfect synchronicity between them.
Travis pulls back from our kiss, his eyes dark with desire. In one fluid motion, he hoists himself up to sit on the edge of the pool, water streaming down his muscled torso. His cock stands erect, inches from my face.
"Suck me," he says, his voice deep with need. "I want to feel your mouth while Knox fucks you."
I nod eagerly, leaning forward to take him between my lips. The angle is perfect—Knox's thrusts from behind naturally pushes me forward onto Travis's length. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper with each movement, reveling in the groan that escapes his lips.
"Fuck, that's good," Travis hisses, one hand tangling in my wet hair, guiding me gently.
Knox's movements grow more intense, his rhythm becoming faster as one hand slides from my hip around to my clit. His fingers find it, circling it with expert precision while he continues thrusting deeply from behind.
"That's it," he groans against my ear. "Let me feel you come on my dick."
The pressure builds rapidly, spiraling outward from where his fingers work their magic. My legs start trembling, and my mouth falters on Travis's cock as the pleasure becomes too intense to focus on anything else.
"I'm—oh god—" I can barely form words as the orgasm crashes through me, more powerful than the first. My inner muscles clench rhythmically around Knox's length, squeezing him tightly as I completely let go.
Knox's pace becomes erratic as he feels me pulsing around him. With a hoarse shout, he drives into me one final time, his body shuddering as he finds his release. I feel the hot pulse of him inside me as he comes, his forehead dropping to rest between my shoulder blades.
Travis's hand is still tangled in my hair, his eyes dark with need as he looks down at me.
I lower my lips back to his cock, taking him deep into my mouth once more.
His groan fills the steamy air as I wrap my tongue around his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his skin mingled with the mineral water.
"Just like that," Travis murmurs, his fingers tightening in my wet hair. "A little slower... use your hand at the base."
I follow his instructions, wrapping my fingers around the thick base of his cock while my mouth works the sensitive head. The water laps around my body as I find a rhythm that makes his breathing quicken.
"Look up at me," he commands.
I raise my eyes to meet his gaze, never breaking the connection of my lips on his flesh. Something flashes in his expression—vulnerability mixed with raw desire—as our eyes lock.
"Perfect," he whispers, thumb caressing my cheek. "Now take me deeper and use your tongue... right there..."
His guidance is specific, intimate. I can feel him tensing beneath my touch, his thighs growing rigid against the edge of the pool. His breathing becomes ragged as I suck harder while my tongue flicks against the sensitive underside of his cock.
"Carina, I'm going to—" he warns, his voice strained.
I increase my pace, working him with my hand and mouth in perfect synchrony. His thighs tense and I feel him swell against my tongue. With a strangled groan, he comes, his release filling my mouth. I swallow everything he gives me, continuing to suck gently.
"Jesus Christ," he pants, his chest heaving as he looks down at me. "That was fucking incredible.”
We all hold onto the side of the pool, no one willing to break the spell by speaking. Outside, the sun is setting over the mountains, painting the sky in incredible colors. Inside, we're creating our own impossible thing—a love that doesn't fit any traditional mold but fits us perfectly.
"We should do this again," Knox says eventually. "The spa day, I mean. And the... other thing."
"The other thing?" Travis laughs. "That's what we're calling it?"
"Group intimacy sounds clinical," Knox protests. "And orgy sounds like we should be wearing togas."
"How about we call it us?" I suggest. "Just... us."
"Us," William repeats, testing the word. "That’ll work."
As we finally dress and prepare to leave our luxury bubble, I'm struck by how natural this feels now. The four of us, together, navigating something without a roadmap but with complete commitment to making it work.
"Thank you," I tell them as we get into the waiting car. "For today. For showing me that I deserve to be spoiled."
"This is just the beginning," William promises. "We have so much more to show you."
And as we pile into the Mercedes, tired and satisfied and glowing with what happened today, I believe him. This life—these men—it's more than I ever dreamed of wanting.
But now that I have it, I'm never letting go.