53 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
Birds sang. Insects buzzed. Waves crashed rhythmically against volcanic cliffs; somewhere off in the distance, just as I was promised.
And in the warmth of the sun-kissed villa, my hands gripped the soft, silken sheets as Bishop continued gliding in and out of me from behind.
Fuck YES.
His large palms spread far over my naked ass, his fingers curling inward, impossibly strong. They dug deep into the flesh of my hips, just as his massive girth drove all the way through my heated channel, piercing me to my very core.
It felt absolutely amazing; his cock stretching me, filling me, driving me closer to orgasm with every glorious stroke. Bishop’s rock-hard abdomen slammed into the soft curve of my ass, his hips grinding deep at the end of each thrust. I was close, now. So incredibly, achingly fucking close…
Click-click-click…
My eyes, which had been rolling into the back of my skull, shifted to look back over my shoulder.
“You’re texting? ”
Bishop nodded, still pumping away.
“W—Who are you texting?” I asked breathlessly.
“Kayden. I’m about to come.”
My mouth, already half open with the need to climax, dropped even further.
“So you’re tagging him in?”
“Yeah. Is there a problem with that?”
His thrusts grew harder, even more frantic, as he dropped the phone to the bed and went to town on me. My eyes glazed over. They began crossing again.
“N—No,” I answered. “I just—”
The door opened behind us, just as Bishop exploded. He grunted loudly, drilling me deep. Holding me tightly against his hard, quivering stomach as his giant shaft shot its first pulse and began thumping away.
OhmyGod…
Over and over it surged, thrumming against my womb, pulsing and throbbing as he drained those full, heavy balls. I could feel the heat of his seed growing inside me. Just the thought of it made me indescribably hot.
SMACK!
I jumped as he slapped one cheek of my ass. Not because I didn’t love it, but because I wasn’t expecting it.
“You’re up!”
He withdrew, and I looked over my shoulder again. Kayden walked over to take his place, casually stroking his hard-on. As if being tagged in to finish me off was a regular thing in our lives, and not just a special other-side-of-the-world vacation privilege.
But it could be, though.
I shoved such greedy thoughts away and wriggled my ass enticingly in the air. Kayden smiled and dragged himself up and down through my pleasantly swollen folds. A moment later he buried himself deep, pushing straight into the warm, wonderful place his best friend had just vacated.
“I thought we were getting breakfast?” I sighed, happily.
“We are,” Bishop declared, gathering up his underwear. “First things first though,” he winked.
I laughed evilly. “You really think you were first?”
He paused. The look he gave me was of being mock-wounded. “I wasn’t?”
“Not if you count what Andre and I did a few hours ago,” I grinned.
It had been the wee hours of the morning, but still technically after midnight, so I assumed it counted. Andre had snuck into my room while I was sound asleep, folding his nakedness over mine. When I felt his baton-like hardness probing between my cheeks, I’d spread my thighs happily, and he’d slid right in.
Thrusting inside me, Andre had extended his legs, running them down the backs of mine. I felt his toes curl. His feet hooked my ankles, gripping them like hands, tightening his hold on me and spreading my legs even further as he bore his full body weight down upon mine.
God, he was buried so deep! I could only lay there, utterly helpless, as he kept rolling, surging, thrusting. Crushing me beneath his weight. Filling me with his hot seed as he thumped and pulsed and went off like a bomb inside me.
And he kept crushing me. Filling me. Crushing me. Filling me. Over and over he screwed his pelvis tightly against my ass, bouncing against me until the air was all but driven from my lungs. His head slid over my shoulder, his hot mouth breathing dragon’s breath against my ear. He was groaning with ecstasy. Grunting and crushing and filling me for a full, thunderous minute, until finally, spent nearly to death, he’d rolled off to one side.
I remember gasping in the darkness, as new air entered my lungs again. But receiving him like that had been so hot . So totally fucking amazing that my legs were trembling wildly, all on their own, and there was not a single thing I could do to stop them.
“Fine, first things second then,” Bishop conceded. “Or second things first. Or—”
“Would you shut up and take a shower already?” Kayden blasted him. “I’m trying to get our girl off, here.”
I giggled as his hands slid beneath me, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his talented fingers. It was all the additional stimulation I needed. Between that, the masterful way he controlled my body, and the fact that he was fucking me doggy style, I was soon screaming through the much-needed release that Bishop’s big dick had started.
“Get on your back. I need to kiss you.”
Well, shit. Sometimes a girl needs to do exactly what she’s told.
I rolled over and spread my legs, sighing again as Kayden mounted me and began kissing me so deeply I wanted to cry. There was love in my heart as I stroked the sides of his handsome face, running the backs of my fingernails down his cheeks.
This man is amazing.
Our tongues dueled. Our bodies rolled. The endorphins still surged through my climax-numbed brain. I spread my legs even wider, receiving him with every ounce of my body and soul. And through the questing heat of our union, we never once stopped staring; dreamily, into each other’s eyes.
This was lovemaking at its finest, with a man I’d known and trusted my whole life. The fact that I could never have him only made it all the sweeter when I finally did. And just as with Bishop, and even Andre, I planned on making up for lost time.
They’re all so fucking incredible.
There had been a lot of lovemaking since we’d arrived at Milos, more than a week ago, now. The volcanic island we’d been set down on was so remote and wild it barely even had roads, at least on our end. Our beachfront villa was on the southern tip, miles from anyone. The weather-worn yet beautifully decorated home was built straight into the pale white cliffs, spilling out onto a turquoise beach so breathtaking, so pristine, I was awestruck every time I went outside.
And I went outside quite often.
Whatever favor Andre had cashed in to get this place, we were all very grateful. We spent the first eighteen hours slumbering away, in a big pile of pillows and blankets spread out over the living area floor. We needed to recharge before we could enjoy the place, and so we shuttered the windows, drew the curtains, and were asleep the moment our eyes finally closed.
I’d never been warmer, or safer, or happier, lying there skin-to-skin with their arms and legs wrapped around me. The exhaustion of the past four days had been mental as well as physical. We awoke recharged, refreshed, with platters of meat, eggs and fresh fruit left at our doorstep by some unknown angel arranged by the boys.
From there, things got life-alteringly amazing.
Together, the four of us spent a sun-soaked, sexually-charged week in our private little villa. I became the sole focus of their affections, both emotionally and physically; a sexually objectified goddess, worshiped and pampered by three chiseled Adonises. We had a whole beautiful week of each other. An entire week without cell service, or television, or anything to distract us from laughing and playing, sunning and drinking, and of course swimming in the crystal blue waters that lapped gently at our own, personal beach.
Once or twice we hiked through the hills to the nearest town, but only to stretch our legs and work up an appetite for what would take place later on. Because every night, like clockwork, I fell into the three pairs of loving arms. I spread wide for three hard bodies eager to take me, hell-bent on not only deriving their own pleasures from my happy, willing form, but also to deliver those same pleasures, using their hot mouths, thrumming fingers, and the long, delicious manhoods that swung low between their corded legs.
Turns out I didn’t need the yellow string bikini, although I’d packed it anyway. The helicopter had dropped us off some place so secluded, I could spend the entire week naked and no one but the boys would notice.
And so I pretty much had.
“I’m in love with you.”
The words just slipped out, between thrusts. I didn’t regret them.
Kayden slowed, but didn’t stop. Our lips hovered. His blue eyes bore even deeper into mine.
“The only problem is, I think I love you all.”
I expected him to pull back a little. To at least look concerned by the starkness of my admission.
Instead, he smiled.
“I can understand how you might see that as a problem,” Kayden said softly. “But we don’t.”
His thrusts, although slow, grew eye-rollingly deeper. I had to focus, or risk losing myself in another orgasm.
“We?”
“Yes, we,” he confirmed. “Bishop, Andre and I.”
“You’ve been… talking?”
He nodded. “Of course. And you know what?”
The next thrust came so deep it drew the breath from my lungs. I had to inhale again, just to answer.
“What?”
“Falling in love with all three of us might not be the problem you think it is.”
He rolled back, and I felt him let go. Pulse after pulse Kayden erupted inside me, adding himself to the mix. It felt powerful, bringing them off like this. He cried out as he bit into my shoulder, and I raked my nails down his taut, naked ass to make it even better for him.
When it was over, we stared into each other’s eyes for a long time. A long road stretched out behind us, one filled with friendship, and flirting and love. But now there was a road ahead, too. I could actually see it, reflected in the smoldering blue embers of those gorgeous, sapphire eyes.
“We’ll talk more about this at lunch,” Kayden said, kissing me one last time. As he crossed the room naked, my eyes remained locked on the dozens of gliding muscles that made up his long, sculpted body.
Then the towel he threw me fell over my eyes, and I heard the door click behind him.