Ajaih #2
"Goddamn," Maverick murmured, sliding his hand over the curve of my lower back as we walked toward our waiting car, "You seeing this, baby?"
"I'm seeing it," I whispered, my voice already breathy with awe and anticipation. "It's like the island wants to seduce us."
Maverick grinned, his voice a low, playful growl, “Shittttt, it's working, but it's got competition."
I smirked, feeling the spark dance between us. “Careful, Mav. You keep touching me like that, and we'll never make it to Knox’s villa.”
His fingers traced an innocent-looking path over my hip, but the promise behind his touch was anything but innocent. "Who says we have to wait for the villa?"
A hot flush spread across my cheeks and chest, the sensual rhythm of the island seeping into my veins. Santorini was alive, pulsing, breathing, tempting, and so were we.
With every kilometer we drove, the view grew more breathtaking, and so did my understanding of why Knox didn’t pass up the opportunity to build a life and a career here.
Sunlight glinted off the Aegean, its waves rolling and sparkling like a bed of sapphires, while white villas were stacked above us like Lego pieces.
"Look at this place," I breathed, "It feels like romance, seduction, love.”
Maverick's eyes darkened as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "And I plan to romance you, seduce, and love you, every single night we’re here and beyond.”
My thighs pressed together instinctively, the anticipation pooling low, heavy, and sweet.
The closer we got to our destination, the more nervous I got. I knew without a doubt: this wasn't just a vacation, this was the beginning of something wildly, deliciously new.
We barely had time to step out of the car before I saw him. Knox.
He stood at the front door of the beautiful villa, the fading sun bathing him in molten gold.
The sharp lines of his jaw, the smooth cut of his beard, and the power in his broad shoulders were breathtaking.
But it was his eyes that stole everything from me, their depth, their darkness, their magnetism pulling me into his gravity like I'd already belonged there.
Maverick squeezed my hand, his voice dropping into a low, amused purr, “You okay, baby? You look like you're about to melt.”
"I might be," I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from Knox as he headed to meet us. The open collar of his shirt exposed a hint of his chest, muscular, smooth, making my pulse quicken.
Knox's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile that sent heat curling through my belly. “Welcome to Santorini,” he said, his voice rich and smooth as aged bourbon.
Maverick stepped forward first, pulling Knox into a firm, intimate embrace. The way they kissed was erotic, sexy. I watched the way their bodies met, the familiarity between them sending an unexpected thrill down my spine.
Then Knox turned his full attention on me.
“And you must be Ajaih,” he said, his voice deep, the timber giving me goosebumps.
He extended his hand, but when I placed mine in his, he didn't just shake it.
He held it, as if he was transferring the warmth of his touch through my body.
His thumb gliding over my knuckles in a gesture so simple yet profoundly intimate that my breath caught.
“It's so good to meet you finally,” I managed, my voice softer, breathier than I'd intended.
His gaze dipped, tracing the line of my neck, lingering at the quickening pulse in my throat before rising to meet my eyes again. “The pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”
Behind me, Maverick let out a low chuckle, “I told you pictures did her no justice.”
Knox's eyes traveled down the length of my body and back, openly making his attraction to me evident. “That’s putting it mildly,” he smiled.
The electricity between the three of us was undeniable, thick and charged like the air before a storm.
The faintest smirk played at the corner of his full lips, confident but not arrogant.
His presence alone made my skin feel too tight, my pulse thrumming just beneath the surface like a melody only he could hear.
I understood, second by second, what Maverick saw in this man, what he loved about him. His charisma and charm were unmatched.
Maverick’s hand on the small of my back reminded me to breathe, but even his touch couldn’t pull my attention entirely away from the man before us.
Knox was not simply handsome.
He was temptation.
And my body already knew it.
The villa was even more breathtaking inside; it was clear that it had been newly renovated.
Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the sweeping ocean view, while whitewashed walls reflected the fading sunlight in auburn hues.
A cool breeze drifted through open doors, carrying the mingled scents of salt, jasmine, and citrus.
Knox led us out onto the terrace, where a bottle of wine and three crystal glasses waited on a low table.
“I thought we could toast your arrival properly,” he said, pouring a deep red liquid that glimmered like liquid rubies.
Maverick raised his glass first, his eyes flicking from me to Knox, “To new beginnings, erotics forevers, and love in between.”
“Cheers,” Knox echoed, his voice silky, eyes never leaving mine.
As I sipped, the bold, rich wine coated my tongue, warm and decadent like the chemistry already humming between us. My gaze lingered on Knox's lips, on the way he swirled the wine in his glass with an almost hypnotic rhythm.
“Ajaih,” Knox said, pulling my thoughts of how his lips would feel eating my pussy, “You're even more beautiful in person. Mav was right.”
“You're not too hard on the eyes yourself,” I replied with a playful smile, emboldened by the wine and the thick tension curling in the air.
Maverick's fingers grazed my thigh beneath the table, his voice a low murmur in my ear, “I love watching you two dance like this.”
Knox leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a delicious growl, “And we haven't even started dancing yet.”
As I slide my hand to Maverick’s lap, where I easily discovered the evidence of his arousal, I was met by another hand seemingly on the same mission, Knox’s. Together, our hands moved up and down the length of Maverick’s erection as his eyes closed and his head dropped back in pleasure.
“Just like that, mmmmm,” he moaned, relishing in the pleasure we were giving him.
The air thickened, charged, and heavy with anticipation. The unspoken promises simmered just beneath the surface, electric and palpable. Maverick’s hand traced a slow path up my thigh, his thumb pressing lightly at the inside of my knee.
“Careful,” I whispered, my breathing quickening along with my heart rate, ”You're both going to have me unraveling right here.”
Knox's gaze darkened with heat. “That's the plan.”
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting everything in shades of crimson and gold. Nightfall was just within the day’s grasp, but for us, the night was just beginning.
“If we don’t stop now, we won’t make it to our dinner reservations, and while I can’t think of a better dinner and dessert than what’s sitting in front of me, I think we’ll love what I have planned this evening, so let me show you to our room where y’all can get showered and changed,” He commanded.
I opted to shower alone because if I didn’t, I was sure I would have my back pressed against the wall, taking every inch Maverick had to give me.
I closed my eyes as I massaged my favorite shower oil into my skin.
I was in a state of hyper arousal and would do nearly anything for release, for relief.
My fingers trailed their way down my body, landing just at my swollen clitoris as I heard footsteps enter the bathroom, though I didn’t bother to open my eyes to see whose they were.
As the shower door opened, I felt the cool air hitting my body.
“You feel that, baby?” Maverick’s silken voice caressing my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his bare chest, “The way this place hums with anticipation?”
“I do, it’s intoxicating, inviting,” I whispered, feeling his lips brush the shell of my ear.
“You're intoxicating,” Knox added, stepping into the huge shower as the warm water continued to massage me where Maverick didn’t.
Knox’s hand trailed lightly along my jaw, igniting a fresh wave of shivers, as it moved softly, sensually down my neck, grabbing it and applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Look at me, Beautiful,” Knox demanded, my eyes opening slowly to find his gaze locked on mine, dark and molten with want, while Maverick's hand slid lower, fingers teasing my lower lips as he kissed the nape of my neck.
“Do you trust us?” Maverick asked against my skin.
“Yesssss,” I breathed.
Knox's fingers gently massaged my throat where he was gripping it, his lips hovering a mere breath away. “Then let us worship you.” his free hand gently circled my nipple.
My knees nearly buckled as their touches closed in. Maverick parted my pussy lips as he began to rub slow, torturous circles around my clit, causing my body to jerk.
“Ahhhhhh, please, pleaseeeee,” I begged, the need for a release sending me into a state of delirium. Knox watched me in the chokehold of pleasure, his eyes devouring every inch of me.
Their hands were everywhere, Maverick's familiar, worshipping touch grounding me; Knox's exploratory touch, adoring, as if learning my body for the first time was his highest honor.
My breathing was quick and shallow as I watched Knox lower to his knees, his hands gliding down my body until they met my thighs, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along the way.
“You're scent is driving me insane,” Knox mumbled against my pussy, “I need to taste you. Can I, baby?” he asked, knowing the answer, but also keeping my comfort and consent at the forefront of this new normal.
I nodded my approval, but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words, Princess,” Maverick scolded, lightly slapping my ass.
“Yesssss,” I cried out, my orgasm nearing as my body and mind now lived in a state of perpetual arousal.
"Ours," Maverick whispered possessively, his voice rough with need, as Knox’s lips wrapped around my clit sucking it slow and nasty.
“I—I’m going to cummmmm,” I moaned as I watched Knox eat my pussy on his knees as if he lived to serve me.
The island was alive with our symphony of gasps and moans, under Santorini’s watchful moon, I surrendered completely to the exquisite pleasure of being desired, worshiped, and becoming utterly undone.
“Cum, NOW. All over my face,” Knox ordered, and I did just that.
“Oh my, fuckkkkkk, mmmmmmm,” I incoherently moaned, squirting and gushing out all over his face as Maverick’s mouth sucked and bit my neck while he pinched and rubbed my nipples.
“Such a Good Girl,” Knox praised as he stood to his feet, kissing me with my juices covering his face.
I wanted more, no, I needed more, needed to be filled to the hilt with hard dick stroking me to absolution. I wrapped my hand around Knox; he was fully rigid and ready. I stroked him from the tip to the base and back as his breathing turned ragged.
“Baby girl, if I give you this dick now, I can promise you we won’t be leaving this house tonight,” he said, trying to maintain his resolve as he grabbed my hands and kissed them.
“We promise to finish what we’ve started when we get back,” Maverick stated as he grabbed my body wash and loofah and began to wash my body as Knox looked on lovingly before laughing because I was pouting like a kid in the candy store who couldn’t buy anything.
I still had no idea what we were doing tonight, but I was excited to find out, because I was excited.