36. Serena
Serena
Ryan moves to kick the door shut and crosses the room in a second.
Then he’s tugging me away from Travis and into his arms, bringing his lips down to mine.
It’s immediate, warm, a tangle of hands and breaths and touches that leaves me breathless.
And even more than that is the fact that I can feel Travis watching us, practically taste the wanting that rolls off him in waves.
It makes my desire compound, the knowledge of him watching and wanting me, too.
The moment Ryan pulls his lips from mine, dropping them down to kiss at my chest, Travis is stepping in and tipping my head to the side, capturing my mouth with his own. They taste different, and yet the same. Travis’s mouth is cooler than Ryan’s, more precise but less insistent.
It’s frantic, having four hands on me at once, and delirious in the way a daydream come to life would be.
Half of my brain is chanting this is really happening, this is really happening, this is really happening!
The other half is swept away in the feelings themselves, nothing more than a pleasant, buzzing hum of lust and aching for more, more, more.
Slowly, we move together toward the bed.
My heart skips dangerously fast, and I can feel my excitement and trepidation both rushing through my blood like a drug.
I want them both, and I have them both.
Travis’s thumbs skating under the waistband of my shorts, Ryan’s hands skimming up over my ribs, just under the bottoms of my breasts. Both touches too light, too gentle, sending shivers up my back like tiny electric shocks.
“Have you ever done something like this before?” I ask, gasping away from Travis’s kiss and looking between the two men. They glance at each other for a moment before looking back at me.
“No,” Travis says, breathing hard, his thumbs still hooked in my waistband, the look in his eyes like it’s hard for him to focus on what I’m saying right now.
“I… have been with two girls at once,” Ryan admits, clearing his throat and tugging my ass in against his lap. “But that’s not quite the same equation, is it?”
“So,” I rasp, closing my eyes as their hands start to wander again, “what do we do?”
“Whatever you want,” Ryan breathes, the air puffing out over my neck and the top of my spine. “Whatever you want, Serena. Just tell us.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Being with each of them individually was overwhelming in the best possible way. I’ve never done something like this before—though I have thought about it.
More than once.
“I want…” I say, and they slow, their mouths and hands going still for a moment. “I…”
It’s too hard to say it, so I pull back, breathing hard, anticipation thrumming through me. I take Travis’s hand and move to the bed, sit on my knees, and position him behind me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, lining himself up behind me, hands sliding under my t-shirt, palms grazing over my nipples, which are tight and needy.
“Yeah,” Ryan mutters, moving to the end of the bed and leaning on the bedpost, his eyes on my breasts, then on my open mouth, the pleasure that must be showing on my face at Travis touching me like this. “Fuck.”
Travis turns my head to the side, kisses me, and I can feel him already hard against my ass, so I rock my hips back against him. He swears under his breath again and finds my waistband, dragging my shorts down and off my body, tossing them to the floor.
My shirt is the next thing to go. After I pull it off, I sit up on my knees again and gesture for Ryan to come closer. Once he’s within reach, I take the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head while Travis rocks gently against me, his cock insistent against the curve of my ass.
“Serena,” Ryan says when I trail my hand down his chest, wrap a hand around his length. His eyes, normally a bright, cornflower blue, are darker now, a mood ring showing his desire. “You?—”
But the words die on his lips when I pump my hand once around his length, and he curves forward, one hand on the bedpost, the other on my shoulder.
Travis slides a hand between my legs and parts me with a knuckle, dragging it roughly from clit to opening, and I sink back into him, attention split between the sensation of touching Ryan and being touched myself.
Pressing the flat of his thumb against my clit again, Travis takes my chin in his other hand and turns my head so he can kiss me. Eyes closed, I keep working my hand over Ryan, each movement timed with the frantic beating of my heart.
We chase what we need, little breaths and curses falling out of our mouths.
Then, Travis puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes once, gently. I let go of Ryan, who steps back when Travis pushes with more force, so I rock forward onto my hands and knees.
“Ryan,” I plead, and he steps back again, now with his own hand on his cock. Travis nudges himself against my opening right as I lick the salt from the tip of Ryan’s cock.
And then, everything is feeling. Travis pushes in behind me, taking me in a single, shocking thrust. I open my mouth, and Ryan slides his cock inside, not deep enough to choke, but enough that the sensations compound.
“Oh, fucking, fuck,” Ryan groans through gritted teeth, clearly trying to keep quiet, his hand coming up to tangle, lightly, in my hair. “Oh, Serena, that mouth, fuck?—”
Travis’s hands are vice grips on my hips, holding me in place, but not enough to keep his fucking me from moving my entire body, pushing me forward and Ryan a little deeper each time. Every sound that escapes me is gagged by Ryan filling my mouth, and the feeling of that is stupidly, insanely hot.
“Take it for me,” Travis demands, and I do, rocking back into him, trying to take more, more, more.
“Take it, Serena,” Ryan chokes, “take his cock in your tight?—”
He stops, shuddering, trying to pull back. I shake my head, mouth still moving on him, hand flying up to the base of his cock, holding him in place as he comes on my tongue.
“Oh, fu-uck,” Travis groans behind me, his hips slapping against mine, his cock buried so deep it must hit my g-spot, because I clench and tremble, my orgasm ripping through me.
Somehow, artfully, we manage to all come at the same time. A shared climax—me around Travis, him inside me, and Ryan with his hand tangled in my hair, his hand slipping under my jaw, cradling my face like it’s the most precious thing in the world.
Maybe some people would claim there’s something wrong with this, the three of us together, all chasing the desire so blatantly.
Bianca would claim there’s something wrong with this.
But I’ve never felt so right in my entire life.
“You’re alive!” Lillie cries, lunging in and kissing her webcam. When she does, my screen is nothing but a pink smudge for three solid seconds.
“Come on, Lil,” Georgia sighs, pushing our roommate back and snapping out a screen-cleaning wipe. “You got lipstick on my laptop.”
“Tinted lip balm,” Lillie corrects, applying more and laughing as Georgia attempts to clean off the lens of her laptop’s camera.
“I already miss you guys,” I say, biting my bottom lip to keep my eyes from tearing up. I’ve only been gone for three days, and although the villa has been wonderful, I miss the chaos of my friends.
Distantly, from inside the house, I hear a deep voice ask, “Wait, is that Serena? Is she alive?”
And just like that, all four of my roommates are crowding around the kitchen table, trying to get their faces into frame.
“How’s Italy?” Sid asks, his mouth slanting in a charming smile. He’s let his scruff grow out, and it’s patchy over his chin. “Have you seen any mafia men?”
“Oh, please, she’s in rich-person Italy,” Grayson says, waving his hand dismissively. “The more important question is, what does the place look like?”
I glance up from where I’m sitting—lemon trees are in frame behind me, along with one wall of sandstone. Picking up the laptop, I turn it in a full circle to show off the glittering pool just beyond my feet.
“You bitch,” Lillie says, once again bringing her mouth far too close to the camera. “When all this is over, we’d better get an invitation.”
“I’m sure Ryan would be fine with that,” I venture, heart fluttering at the truth of the statement. My boyfriend would like to have my friends over at his family’s villa.
One of my boyfriends.
But I’m not going to tell my roommates about that yet. It’s too new, and something the four of us are slowly learning to navigate ourselves.
“Oh my god!” Lillie shouts, slithering to the floor like all her muscles have given up.
“You’re going to give her an aneurysm if you mention him again,” Georgia says, righting the laptop from how Lillie’s fall pushed it askew. “But how is it going? Do you feel safe? Have they told you their plans for this whole thing?”
“Yeah,” Sid adds, darkly, “like, are they hunting down the fuckers who were trying to break into our place?”
“Little too dark, buddy,” Grayson says, patting Sid on the arm, who doesn’t lighten the expression on his face at all.
“Have you had any other problems since I left?” I ask, deciding that, for Sid’s sake, I’m also not going to tell them about the security detail Travis hired. With how private Sid is, I doubt he wants someone watching over him.
They all shake their heads.
“That’s good. Travis said they’re pretty much just after me. And there’s no way they can get to us here. Even if they figured out where we went, there’s this huge gate and fence, like miles from the house.”
“God, I am so jealous,” Lillie moans from the floor, which breaks the tension, forcing us all to laugh at her antics.
“Speaking of jealous,” Georgia raises an eyebrow, “where did you get that swimsuit?”
I turn the camera on myself again, and one of the boys lets out a whistle.
I blush and roll my eyes as I focus it on my face.
“Travis ordered a bunch of clothes for me from this boutique. You like it? There were, like, four others that weren’t quite the right size.
Maybe I can get him to send them to you. ”
Lillie pops up, just the crown of her head appearing in the frame, her voice clearer now: “That might be enough for me to forgive you.”
When I sign off with them, I feel both lighter and a little more sad at the same time. For months, I’ve been feeling Bianca’s absence, but now it’s more final. She’s not a part of the group. Even if I forgave her, I don’t think the others would.
Not that I would forgive her.
“Cannonball!”
I’m pulled from my thoughts by the whoosh of the sliding door, then the slap, slap, slap of Ryan’s footsteps before he goes sailing through the air and crashes into the pool. Laughing, I hide my laptop away and shield my face.
“You really can’t help but be obnoxious, can you?” Graham deadpans, rolling his eyes as he sets out a towel on the chair next to mine. To me, he says, “There’s a trail just down there, through the grove. We should go for a walk later.”
“After dinner,” Ryan demands, popping up from the water and pushing his sopping hair back from his face. “I’ve been marinating that fish for hours.”
“That sounds good,” I say to both Graham and Ryan, then, turning to Travis, “Hey, is there any chance we could send the clothes I didn’t want back home? To my friends?”
Travis blinks, then presses his lips together, a smile pulling just at the corners. “There is a one hundred percent chance. I’ll have them sent out in the morning. For Lillie and Georgia, right?”
“Yes.” It’s stupid, but the fact that he remembered their names, despite never having really met them, warms my heart.
“Hey—you know what?” Ryan says, pulling himself out of the pool. “Why don’t we head down to the market before dinner? We can pick out a few things to send back for Grayson and Sid, too. Unless you think they’ll be into the bikinis?”
“Ha! I’m guessing not. But maybe they have some cool refrigerator magnets at the market. Grayson collects those,” I say.
Graham chuckles from under his sunglasses and hat.
The warmth grows, and I sit up, smiling at each of them in turn, trying to find the words to express what they mean to me. How much the thing I’m feeling inches toward love every day.
Instead of saying anything at all, I drop a kiss on Graham’s nose, then Travis’s cheek, then whip a towel around Ryan, tugging him into the house to get changed. “Come on, then. Let’s go.”
“Hey!” Ryan complains as he stumbles into the house, “Don’t I get a kiss, too?”
I wait to give him his until we’re climbing on the Vespa and I’m wrapping my arms around his middle. For him, I press a kiss right on the back of his neck, and I feel his shiver of pleasure all the way down.