24. Naomi
24
NAOMI
“ G ood girl,” Zasha whispers in my ear.
I’m powerless in his arms as his cock takes the place of his fingers and fills me so full that my core aches from the stretch. His hand remains firm on my waist, guiding the eager rolls of my hips as I fuck myself on his cock to an audience.
Fyodor and Daniil watch me silently with mirroring smiles gracing their handsome faces.
How did this even happen? We went from a quiet whisper to an open secret, and now they’re watching me with hungry eyes as I chase my pleasure. I’m open and exposed, unable to hide even an inch of myself from their roving eyes, and it’s as attractive as it is alarming.
I want them to see everything and nothing. I want this to be private just as much as I want them to ravish me all together.
Daniil’s head tilts, sending water trickling down his bare arms. Fyodor shifts his hips subtly as his pants visibly tighten. Zasha pants in my ear with words of praise falling from his lips like a prayer.
This is heaven and hell—the one moment I tried to touch myself, Zasha slapped my hand away. He wants me to come on his cock under the intensity of being watched, and it’s working.
My skin flares hot all over.
My clothes constrict and rub uncomfortably until I rip open my own shirt and expose my breasts to their dark eyes. It doesn’t help. I’m overheating with each roll of my hips as pleasure builds like embers inside me. My muscles roll, rippling around Zasha’s cock when he starts to shift off the seat to meet me.
“I want to be deeper,” he whispers in my ear, grazing his teeth along my earlobe and sliding his hand over my abdomen. He caresses my curves and sweeps up to grab a handful of my breasts. “I want to be so deep inside you that you taste me.”
“Yes,” I whimper softly, the word falling past my lips more like a whine than coherent speech. Sweat prickles at the back of my neck so I tip my head slightly to try and bring cooler air around my shoulders.
It doesn’t help. The warmth pouring from Zasha is smothering. It wraps around me like fog, touching every inch that his hand can’t reach. I writhe back into his hold and begin rolling my hips with more insistence.
I need to come. I need to come so I can complete my show while part of me also wants to reach the end so I can cover up.
Or is it because I want to crawl into someone else’s arms?
It’s hard to tell. My thoughts jumble together, and as the shyness bleeds away with the growing pleasure, I want more.
I want to be ravished. To have their mouths on every bare section of my skin, loving me the way I crave to be loved. I move my hands from Zasha’s thighs to cover his hand on my breast. My other moves up to my hair and threads through the strands, imagining it to be one of their hands.
Take me. Make me theirs. Nothing else needs to matter, not now.
Moans spill past my open mouth and the last thing I see before my eyes flutter closed is Fyodor leaning forward in his recliner. My focus hones in on the budding pleasure between my legs. My orgasm is close, so fucking close. With only Zasha’s cock to stimulate me, I have to focus.
A hundred different dirty fantasies flash through my mind; from choking on their cocks to being fucked in every hole until I can’t move or breathe—then I come.
It hits me like a punch. I curl forward with a cry. Zasha’s hand stops me from toppling off his lap and he grunts against my shoulder. His seed floods inside me, a different warmth mingling with the rippling rush of heat from my own orgasm. We lock together, panting and trembling. For a moment, nothing else exists.
“Holy…shit,” I gasp out. Do I like being watched?
I open my eyes and Fyodor is an inch away, standing over me with his gaze locked on.
“Good girl, Naomi,” he says, his voice low and scratchy. “But you’re not finished yet.”
Riding Zasha by the pool was just the start.
Everyone strips out of their clothes and Fyodor is all over me, kissing me from head to toe before he throws me into the pool. I land with a scream of delight, then breach the surface held in Daniil’s arms. He kisses me so deeply that I forget all about the water for a second. It becomes a game as I break away and try to swim, but I end up back in Fyodor’s grasp who trails his fingers through my over-sensitive pussy.
Escaping him with a laugh, Zasha is there to catch me, and he kisses me hungrily until I break away once more.
I don’t escape for long.
Through tiredness and the fun of dodging three talented men, I end up pressed against the edge of the pool with Daniil buried between my legs, eating me out like a man who gets his oxygen from pussy. Fyodor joins him only his mouth licks, kisses, and teases at my ass. They work together, taking breaks to come up for air but the pleasure is constant and there’s no moment of respite.
Zasha remains by my side, kissing my lips and fondling my breasts. He tweaks my nipples, bites my neck, and tells me how lucky he is that he got the first taste this evening. I’m in heaven, and even the water warms around us as temperatures rise.
With nothing to hold onto, Zasha becomes the sole thing keeping me above water as Daniil and Fyodor ravish me below. Lips and tongue are replaced by fingers. It’s a strange sensation, one that starts as uncomfortable but as they work, it becomes nothing but pleasure. Daniil fucks me slowly with his fingers with Fyodor gently stretches my ass with skilled movements. Lips press against my thighs and hips in comfort. Each time they rise for air, their eyes twinkle at me.
I’m afloat—literally—in a sea of pleasure and when fingers get replaced by cocks, there’s no hope for me. Fyodor sinks slow and deep into my ass then he floats up underneath me and holds me so close. Daniil settles between my spread thighs and thrusts into my pussy with a grunt. Together, they stuff me so full and Zasha lingers nearby to keep contact.
I can’t think. Nothing passes my lips but gasps and whines and as they start to move, I utterly melt.
“Holy shit. Holy—shit!” Grasping Zasha’s hand, I hold on for dear life as they fuck me in tandem causing water to splash over all of us. How they keep their grip on me is a mystery, but I am safe in their arms. Their cocks thrust deep, bumping against one another inside me, and that in itself is a strange sensation that quickly becomes incredibly erotic.
My body overheats, and the water barely soothes my over-sensitive skin. We fuck like animals and I’d never have it any other way. They take me apart, stripping me down to nothing more than the bare bones of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Fyodor grunts in my ear.
“Such a good girl for us,” Daniil gasps, gripping my hips tighter as he ups the pace of his thrusts.
It’s what I need. The last rush pushes me over the edge and I come with a scream. Teeth sink into my shoulder, fingernails bite into my hips and my world spins. Ecstasy overtakes me and as Fyodor and Daniil come inside me, I reach blissful heights of heaven.
I’m utterly spent, utterly fucked, and incredibly satisfied that things took this unexpected turn.
Who knew I got excited from being watched?
Zasha is right there to help me out of the pool. As soon as I try to step onto the tiles, he bundles me up in a towel and scoops me up into his arms.
“This…was amazing,” I murmur softly, my head rolling against his shoulder. “I’m very glad you remembered your birthday.”
“So am I,” Zasha chuckles, carrying me inside with the others following. “It is a very good birthday.”
“The best?” I ask.
“The very best.”
“Mm-hmm.” With the alcohol warming my veins and mixing with the intense post-orgasm high, the world is softer. Lights are fuzzy, skin-on-skin contact makes me buzz and the flashes of their smiling faces linger in my mind. “I feel so good.”
“How good?” Fyodor asks, moving past Zasha and leading the way back to my bedroom.
“So good.” I smile lazily. “This was…amazing. I needed this. I’m so happy.”
“Happy is good,” says Daniil.
“Zasha, I hope you get all your memories back.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
“And I hope we all stay this happy forever.”
Someone snorts softly, but I brush it away, focusing on the happiness that keeps my limbs heavy and my eyelids droopy. This is the perfect end to the perfect day.
Suddenly Zasha lays me down and I’m met with the soft, cool sheets of my bed. He kisses my forehead and lingers, lightly stroking his knuckles over my cheek.
“Sleep now,” he says softly. “You need rest.”
“I will make sure there are painkillers here when you wake up,” Daniil says, moving to kiss me lightly on the lips. I catch his jaw before he can move away and pull him in for a deeper kiss. Then, in a blink, his lips melt into Fyodor’s.
“Sleep,” he commands, firmer than the other two. “Your body needs to recover.”
I whine, trying to argue but they speak the truth. My hips ache, my ass throbs, and my pussy pulses; everything that’s sensitive demands more attention than I have. Sleep is where it’s at.
The covers are drawn up over my body and I look at all three of them in turn with a lazy smile on my face.
“Goodnight,” I murmur, eyes already closing.
“Goodnight,” comes my reply. The floor shifts and creaks as they move away toward the door.
“Cigar?” Fyodor offers quietly, his voice drifting to me through the darkness.
“An after-sex tradition?” Daniil snorts softly.
“Maybe.”
“Fio smokes cigars? You’re a little cliché,” Zasha snorts.
“Don’t call me that,” Fyodor snaps as the door creaks closed. “Only my father and daughter call me that because neither of them can say Fyodor.”