21. Carina
twenty-one
Carina
I was riding a high. First the dance, then playing violin, and now being out here in the paddock with three men who I was about to get naked with, the stars winking above us. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my panties were wet.
“Unzip me,” I breathed, already sounding like I was winded.
I curled my hands into Trav’s belt loops and hauled him closer. Jacques stepped in behind me and brushed my hair over my shoulder, exposing my throat to him. He pressed a line of kisses down to my shoulder, his heated breath setting my blood aflame. I shivered, already desperate. My nipples hardened, and I sucked in a breath, my breasts pressing against Trav’s chest.
Linc slid his hands between us and unbuttoned Trav’s shirt, tugging it off his shoulders when it was open. I slid my hands up over his six-pack, his warm skin smooth and tanned. I brushed his nipples, eliciting a moan that was low and rumbly. I felt it all the way down to my toes.
Cool air hit my shoulders when Jacques dragged the dress down my body. My bra-and-panties set was my favorite—pale pink with little flowers on them—and I couldn’t care less that the guys weren’t even seeing them because of the darkness.
I stepped out of my dress, kicking it aside before I lowered myself to my knees. Jacques followed me, kneeling behind me and trapping his cock between us.
I unbuttoned Trav’s jeans, and Jacques tugged them down. Trav’s loose boxer shorts did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. I wanted to rub myself all over him like a cat, purring as I touched every inch of him.
Linc slid his hands into the front of Trav’s boxers, gripping his hips as he moved against him. They were gorgeous together. Linc was clearly the one in charge even though Trav was so much taller and broader than him. Seeing the big guy submit to Linc was as hot as Hades.
I gave into temptation and rubbed my face against his dark boxers, nuzzling his hard cock with my cheek. I breathed him in, his musk and sex a heady combination. Then I mouthed the base of his dick. He groaned, and Jacques hooked his fingers under those sexy boxers and drew them down his strong legs.
My eyelids fluttered closed, and desire flushed over me, overwhelming me. I had such a limited time to enjoy this. I already didn’t want to leave at the end of the year, but I knew I had to. Until then, though, I was going to savor every moment.
“Someone’s up,” I murmured, licking up his length.
“He’s very happy to see you—all of you.”
Jacques dipped his head and licked Trav’s sac while I teased his shaft with my tongue and lips. I loved being on my knees for a man, bringing him to the edge of his control and tossing him over it with my body. It was empowering, a heady moment in time. Seeing a man’s reactions and hearing the noises he made while he was at my mercy ramped up my own desire tenfold.
Trav threaded his fingers into my hair and rocked his hips, begging us with gasps and groans to swallow him. I relented, floating on cloud nine while I licked a path up his cock, Jacques on its other side. Our tongues tangled as we worked our way to Trav’s cockhead. His taste filled my mouth, and I hummed, his salty essence tempting me to take more. I licked again, but Jacques was already there, tasting his slit. He grasped my nape, and I crashed my mouth against his, Trav’s cock between us as we kissed.
Trav cried out, and Jacques slipped his hand into my panties, his thick fingers sliding between my folds as he found my clit. I moaned and ground back against him, riding his fingers. Memories of the first night we’d been together flashed in my mind’s eye—Jacques inside me from behind while I sucked on Trav’s cock—except this was better. Linc and Jacques touching Trav and his uncensored responses were music to my ears. I wanted them to be together, too, to express themselves and celebrate their relationship.
I brushed my fingers over Trav’s sac and gripped Jacques’s hip with my other hand, rocking back into him while we kissed and sucked Trav’s dick.
“Fuck, please,” Trav begged.
“On your back, beautiful,” Jacques directed.
As I moved, Trav followed, dropping to his knees and pressing his weight down on me. He spread his knees wide, pushing my legs further apart to accommodate him. Linc dropped down, too, molding himself to Trav’s ass. I ran my hands down Trav’s back and kissed his throat, sucking a mark onto his shoulder like he’d done to me that first time we were together. Trav thrust, grinding his hard dick against me, and I cried out, my clit throbbing as he repeated the move. Fireworks lit up my nerve endings, and I sucked in a shaky breath.
I wanted us naked, for there to be nothing separating us. I wanted him to slide his monster cock into me right there and then.
Trav pulled his hips back, and I cried out, but he eased my bra strap down my shoulder, exposing my breast to the cool night air. He flicked his tongue over my nipple, and I gasped, sensation shooting through me. It was as if my breasts had grown in the last few weeks, both in size and sensitivity. Every brush against my skin sent me into overdrive. I fucking loved it, especially when Trav lapped at me, sucking and licking them until I was on the verge of coming just from his tongue. My moans were breathy, and I was soaking my panties.
Trav moaned, and I opened my eyes. I wished I’d kept them open the entire time. Linc had his face buried between Trav’s cheeks, licking and fingering his ass. I cried out, and Linc’s eyes met mine before I flicked my gaze to Jacques. He was sliding his hand along Trav’s cock, kissing his back until Trav shifted, shimmying further down my body.
“This belly,” Trav groaned pressing a line of kisses down to my belly button. “Fucking love how soft you are. Love these curves.” He nipped at my belly, pressed kisses to my faded stretch marks, and reverently ran his hand over my rolls, clutching at them.
Jacques let go of Trav’s dick and dragged down my remaining bra strap, exposing my other breast to the night. I reached up under myself and unlatched the clasp, sending my bra sideways as soon as it was off. Then Jacques was on me again, sucking one nipple and rolling the other between his lubed-up fingers. I reached for him, fumbling his button and zipper open so I could get to his cock. I needed him.
Trav lashed his tongue over my pussy through my panties, and I cried out. It was as if I was a lightning rod and he was a summer storm. I tensed, and my hips instinctively jacked forward, chasing more of his touch. I speared my fingers into Trav’s and Jacques’s hair, holding them to me.
I shivered when Trav hooked his fingers under my panties and slid them down my legs. I watched as he sucked in a breath and banged his fist on the ground when Linc did something to him with his tongue. His shoulder was moving, so I guessed he was also jacking Trav off. My guy rested his forehead on my thigh, and I ran my fingers through his hair, soothing the maelstrom of sensation that I could imagine was ricocheting through him.
Jacques slid his hand down my belly and pinched my clit. I moaned, and my channel tightened, desperate to be filled. I was soaked—it would have been embarrassing without Jacques’s appreciative growl. The vibration against my nipple crackled through my nerve endings, firing all of them at once. Then he slid his fingers through my wetness and eased his way inside me, searching out my G-spot.
Right there.
I choked out a cry and shook, my body quaking from his touch. He curved his fingers, and I scrambled for purchase on the blanket as Trav shifted and licked my clit. Jacques added another finger, the stretch hitting me and heightening every sensation.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my chest heaving and my heart beating frenetically. “I’m so close already.”
“I love how responsive you are,” Trav murmured against my mound. The wash of his heated breath and the thick fingers penetrating me had my pussy tightening around Jacques’s fingers.
Jacques moaned and sucked my nipple harder as he strummed the fuck out of my G-spot while Trav turned his focus back to my clit. Over and over they brought me to the edge, then they pulled back enough to let me come down for a moment before repeating their ministrations. I was breathless and desperate to come.
“Please,” I begged, and Trav cried out.
“Fuck, Rusty, I’m ready. Jesus, get inside me,” he gritted out.
“Get inside your girl, Trav. Make her come, and then you’ll get Jacques and me.”
Trav groaned and kissed his way back up my body, dropping his elbows by my ears. His pecs rubbed against my breasts and his cock rested on my mound, teasing my clit with his hardness.
“Hi,” I breathed, squirming against him.
“Hey, darlin’. You ready for me?”
“Make me come, Trav. Want to see Linc inside you.”
His eyes rolled back, and he moaned. He shifted his weight onto one elbow and lined his cock up to my pussy with his free hand. His flesh was hot silk over steel. Trav thrust into me, bottoming out in one move. I gasped, and my core pulsed around him.
“Fuck, so tight,” he murmured.
He ground deeper, his pelvis pressing against my clit as he did, then pulled back and slammed forward. My whole body shifted, my breasts bouncing as he thrust.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, then lifted himself up to put more distance between our chests. He braced himself on one hand and rolled my clit between his fingers as he reared back and punched his hips forward once more, shifting my breasts again.
The rush in my blood exploded outward, ecstasy ballooning out and enveloping me. I cried out, and my pussy clamped tight around his cock as I shivered. My breasts bounced with every thrust, the motion like an electric shock straight to my clit. He kept going, fucking me through my orgasm, and every time I thought it would settle, he swiveled his hips or pinched my clit, and it renewed.
I gasped as another aftershock rattled through me, and Trav moaned long and low. Linc gripped his hip with one hand and threaded the fingers of the other into Trav’s hair, pulling his head back. He arched up, and Jacques was there, presenting his dick to my guy. Trav snuck his tongue out to lick Jacques, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from them.
“You’re ours, Travis,” Linc ground out, and Trav shouted.
I knew the exact moment Linc had entered Trav from the way he tensed and reared back, the movement of Trav’s hips stuttering as he drove himself onto Linc’s dick, impaling himself.
Oh God. So sexy.
“You’re Jacques’s, Carina’s, and mine. Got it? Billy can go fuck himself. He wants what’s ours, and he’s not getting it, is he?”
“No, Jesus. I’m yours. All yours,” Trav shouted.
Jacques cupped Trav’s cheeks in his big hands and thrust his hips forward, smoothly fucking his face. Trav groaned and sucked him deeper. It was a visual overload, and my body responded, climbing again.
Every one of Linc’s hard thrusts pushed Trav’s dick into me, and his withdrawals had Trav chasing his hips. He was fucking me through Trav.
“Play with your clit, beautiful,” Jacques rasped. “Come on his dick again.”
I moaned, and my eyelids fluttered closed.
“Eyes open, sweetheart,” Linc commanded, and I cried out, my whole body clenching at his order.
Trav moaned around Jacques’s cock, and I watched as Linc let go of his hair and clutched Trav’s shoulders. He never slowed, driving hard into him at a steady pace. Linc kissed and licked Trav’s throat, nearly his entire focus on our man.
But Linc’s eyes never left mine, a spark connecting us in the moment.
Fuck, how was I going to give this up?
Linc adjusted his stance, and Trav shivered, moaning again. “Oh yeah, that’s your prostate my dick is hammering, isn’t it?” Linc murmured, and Trav nodded, his mouth full of Jacques’s cock.
“When Carina comes again, I want you to fill her up just like Jacques and I are gonna do to you.”
I pressed down on my clit, rolling it between my fingers and drew my knees up higher, bending myself into a pretzel. When Trav thrust forward again, he hit my G-spot dead-on. I gasped and arched into his touch, my orgasm careening toward me like a freight train.
“Oh God,” I breathed. “Again. Don’t stop.”
Linc sped up his thrusts, fucking Trav into me. My breasts bounced and my belly rippled with each hard punch of their hips. The breeze blew over us, and it reminded me exactly where we were. That sense of freedom enveloped me, lifting me higher. The open plains around us, the possibility that anyone could see us, while at the same time knowing the stars were our only witnesses, set my blood on fire. It sent me into orbit.
I gripped both my knees and held them close to my body. Trav pressed his hips hard against mine and ground down on my clit, doing what my hands couldn’t do. I cried out, another orgasm rocketing through me. My pussy clenched rhythmically, bliss radiating out through my veins with each frenetic beat of my heart. I moaned, my voice rough, and Trav followed.
“Oh fuck, he’s coming,” Linc gasped as Trav went rigid.
Every throb of his cock inside me, every pulse of his hot cum that he painted my core with, set me alight, renewing my orgasm yet again.
Linc shouted out, gripped Trav’s hair once more, and slammed his hips forward one more time as he emptied himself into Trav’s ass. Jacques moaned and pumped deeper into his throat. I watched as he stiffened, his legs shaking, as he filled Trav’s throat with his cum.
An aftershock rocked through me, and Trav shivered.
Jacques pulled out first, and Trav gasped for breath before coughing. Then he collapsed on me, no longer able to hold himself up. He groaned as Linc eased out of him, and then Trav rolled to the side, breathing hard. Jacques fussed over him, making sure he was comfortable before dashing off to get a bottle of water. They’d been rough with him, but it was obvious how much they cared.
Linc snuggled into Trav’s back, the big spoon to his little one, and he massaged Trav’s neck and shoulders, rubbing them until he was practically purring.
Jacques laid down next to me and kept a hand on Trav. Jacques had spent the last however long in a perpetual squat, and his muscles were trembling under my touch. We were all breathing hard, and I could feel Trav’s and Jacques’s hearts racing where they were pressed against me.
Words escaped me. Even my memories from Vegas paled compared to this. It was right. It was perfect. I wanted the four of us to be together like this.
It scared the shit out of me. I wasn’t supposed to fall for them, but I was. Even Linc. How was I going to walk away from them at the end of the year?
I looked up, swallowing down my emotions. The sky above us was a blanket of bright diamonds. The flashing lights of an airplane passed overhead. It wasn’t a shooting star, but it was close enough. I sent up a wish into the universe to find some way for me to stay, for the agreement we’d signed to disappear, and for this—the four of us—to become permanent. Even if I didn’t know exactly who I was or what I wanted with the rest of my life, one thing was certain. I wanted these men in it.