Six
Waking to the sunshine reflecting off the white sand and blue ocean of paradise is something I could definitely get used to. I don’t think I moved a single inch once I fell asleep after completing the “assignment” they left for me on my bed. An orgasm truly is nature’s Ambian.
I toss the blankets from my body and pad across the tile to the restroom to handle some personal business, splash some water on my face and brush my teeth.
I don’t know what today holds, but I know that I don’t want to start it with morning breath.
I check myself in my mirror quickly, shockingly pleased with how I look right now.
My cheeks are a bit flushed, but my eyes are clear. I look well rested and glowy.
I twirl my hair into a messy bun then head back out into the bedroom, stopping in my tracks when I see an emerald colored bikini with a matching, sheer sarong hanging on the back of the door.
They either came in while I was sleeping or just now while I was in the bathroom.
It should weird me out, shouldn’t it? Because I can’t say that it does.
Honestly, it makes me feel doted upon because now I don’t have to make a decision about what to wear, and if we are honest, that’s part of the reason I’m here.
I just don’t want to make a decision and live in the moment.
I quickly change into the bikini and of course it fits like a glove. I add the sarong, take a breath and leave the sanctuary and privacy of my bedroom and head out into the main part of the house.
The smell of breakfast hits my nose immediately, and I follow the trail like one of those cartoons when the characters' feet come off the ground and the delicious scents literally pull them in.
I am expecting to see a chef or someone else in the kitchen making breakfast for us, so color me shocked as hell when I see Alexander standing at the stove, shirtless, with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, working a frying pan like an absolute pro.
He’s wearing a pair of dark blue swim trunks that hang obscenely low on his waist and his hair is perfectly messed up in that uber sexy way that looks like someone was just gripping onto it while his head was between their thighs. It’s distracting.
And you know what is just as distracting?
The view I have of Theo doing laps in the pool just outside of the kitchen. The floor to ceiling windows don’t hide anything.
“Good morning,” Alexander says, pulling my gaze away from Theo and back to him. “Did you sleep well?”
I nod my head. “I did. Incredibly, actually. That bed is magnificent.” I smile.
“Oh yeah? I think you’ll find my bed equally as comfortable.”
He says it so nonchalantly, like the promise of sex with him is something flippant and unexciting. It’s as if he just told me it was raining or that we were going to have seafood for dinner. Doesn’t this man know the aura he gives off? He’s walking power and sex.
“I think I’ll be the judge of that, won’t I?” I lean against the counter. “Thank you for the bathing suit. It’s beautiful.”
“I thought the color would look nice against your skin. I’ll admit it was a selfish decision on my part.” He flips an omelet expertly and serves it onto a waiting plate.
“You chose this all on your own?”
“Well, Theo had some input, of course. I can’t hog you all to myself in every way, now can I?”
“I haven’t seen anything you can do yet so…” I shrug playfully then turn toward the sound of wet footsteps on the tile.
Theo is striding in with wet hair and a towel around his waist. “Good morning, Poca spezia.” he says as he pauses by me and presses a kiss to the crown of my head. It’s so simple but packed with so much heat.
“Good morning.”
He looks to his best friend. “Shall we eat together? Then take a dip in the water?”
The three of us… in the ocean together… yes please,
“That sounds like just the way I want to start my day,” Alexander replies with a grin.
The beach is incredible.
The sand is white, the water is clear, and it’s completely private except for myself and my two roommates for the next two weeks.
There are two large cabanas about fifty yards off the shoreline each with two large, plush, tan colored beach lounge chairs and flowy, teal fabric covering the whole thing, fluttering in the wind.
“I can’t even believe how incredible this place is,” I shield my eyes from the sun and take in the view of the water from the cabana.
“Yes, it’s incredible, isn’t it?” Theo says as he slides his finger across my shoulder blade. “You need a bit of sunscreen before we go in the water.”
“Sit, Lillian. We’ll take care of you.” Alexander tells me, rounding around to flank me from the other side.
They assist me in pulling my wrap free, leaving it in a pile on the ground, and guide me to lay on my stomach on the lounge chair.
There are still nerves in my belly, but I close my eyes and decide to live in the moment, to enjoy being doted on and to take everything as it comes.
One set of hands start on my left leg and another on my right, working the cool sunscreen into my heated skin at a deliciously slow pace. I moan at the sensation. It’s absolutely decadent.
Their strong hands work their way up to the back of my knees and thighs.
“Keep making those noises, poca spezia, and we’ll never make it out of the cabana,” Theo warns with a whisper in my ear, sending shivers across my body.
“I can’t help it,” I admit. “It feels nice.”
Once my back side is sufficiently massaged and protected from the sun, I’m instructed to turn over so they can now pay the front of my body attention.
This time, I choose to keep my eyes open. I want to watch as these incredibly attractive men lather me in cream while looking at me like they want to consume me.
Theo sits by my feet on the lounge and lifts my leg into his lap, bending it at the knee and rests my foot flat against his chest. Alexander kneels on my other side and gives his attention to my torso, not even trying to keep his fingers from grazing against the curve of my breast or my now hardened nipples.
With each passing second, my chest begins to rise and fall faster and faster as their touches become more and more brazen.
Theo’s fingertips have caressed dangerously close to my pussy more than once and Alexander has blatantly grazed my nipple a few times.
My eyes roll closed for a moment, in pure bliss but shoot open when someone fists my hair in their hand and angles my face just how they want it.
Theo is face to face with me, hair in his grip, and I don’t have eyes on Alexander anymore.
“Don’t look away from me, poca spezia. I want to see if your eyes sparkle when you come.” He demands.
I don’t have to ask what he means because the sound of a vibrator mixing with the crashing waves is unmistakable.
“Oh, god,” I whimper when something smooth and silicon presses against my pussy over my bikini bottom. I don’t see him, but I know from the gentle hand resting on my thigh that Alexander is controlling the toy on my body.
Theo’s face is only a few inches away from mine and his grip is firm and unwavering. It’s almost painful but I like it.
“Does it feel good?” He asks me, and then he pushes one side of my bathing suit away from my breasts and takes one in his hand. “Are you going to come for us right now the way you did last night?”
I nod as best I can, given the fact that I can’t move my head. My mouth falls open and a slow moan slips by. “Yessssss,”
Alexander moves the vibe, grinding it against my pussy, and I start to shake.
“You sounded so fucking good last night, coming like a good girl for us, screaming so we could hear you. Tell me, did you think about us? Did you think about us filling every hole you have, brutalizing you, while you begged for it?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I say over and over and over. His words are like an extra flick to my clit. I could come from his words alone.
And when my toes curl and my back arches and begin to convulse in release, Theo smashes his lips against mine in our very first kiss.