Chapter Sixteen
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Don’t leave…Stay here.
Only the sounds of our shared lust fill the air. We’ve been making love for an hour in the stateroom of the sailboat they surprised me with.
I’m on a sunset cruise. At least I will be right after we fuck our brains out.
“Yes, don’t stop,” I whine, gliding my hands over slick flesh as we lie together with entangled limbs, chasing bliss.
I lick my lips, my eyes held by Brody’s. We’re facing each other on the bed, his cock deep inside me, while Well and Brooks take us, respectively, from behind.
Warm huffs of breath mingle between Brody and me, our faces inches apart, as I grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh before our foreheads touch.
“I’ll never get enough,” he breathes out.
Brooks grips my thigh, moving my leg further up over Brody’s hip as his fingers weave through my hair right at the nape of my neck.
“Your ass is heaven, Stunner. Fuck.”
Jesus. My body’s covered in goose bumps, and I’m already trembling because we’re hedonists, undulating and rubbing our bodies on each other, owned by our desires.
And oblivious to anything outside our bubble.
“Goddammit, it’s so good,” Wells grunts, holding Brody’s hip, then grabs his ass as he runs his tongue over Brody’s defined shoulder.
With each thrust, Wells forces Brody’s cock deeper inside me, and it takes my breath away. Because I want more. It’s as if Wells reads my thoughts because I feel his hand cradle my jaw before his thumb dips inside my mouth.
There’s something divine about being completely full.
I close my eyes and suck.
“That’s our girl,” Brooks praises from behind me. “Suck it.”
Wells moves his thumb in and out of my mouth, and it must make Brody jealous because he kisses Wells’ palm, pushing his way in, until he’s replaced Wells’ thumb with his tongue.
I happily accept what’s given, darting my own out as we sloppily kiss before I whimper because I’m so close.
“God, that fucking sound makes my dick hard,” Wells grinds out, wrapping his hand around Brody’s throat.
Cocks compete for space, stretching me in the best way as the sides of Wells’ ass indent with each thrust into Brody. It feels too good. Like nothing could ever be better. And I know it’s just as good for Brody because Brooks groans out, “Do that again, baby.”
I don’t know what he means until I feel Brody pull almost all the way out, rimming my cunt, teasing, before pushing himself back in until Brooks and I collectively moan.
They’re rubbing against each other inside me.
Fuck.
My clit’s throbbing as my hips rock and circle, begging for what they’re giving.
Wells moves his hand up Brody’s body, switching his touch between us before he grabs Brody’s chest, then mine. My nipples are hard against his palm, so I arch my back.
Which Brooks takes advantage of as he dives his hand down my sweaty spine all the way to the small of my back. I feel him press, forcing my pelvis forward, allowing Brody to go deeper.
“Oh fuck,” I grit out.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Brody needs more of this sweet cunt.”
Brody’s arms wrap around me, pulling me flush to him as beads of sweat drip down between my cleavage.
Our bodies collectively move closer, skin flush, before Wells and Brooks reach across Brody and me.
They hug us, gripping each other’s forearms.
There’s no space between any of us. Not even an inch. And it’s exactly the way we want it.
Brody’s pushing in and out of me as Wells moves faster, nipping at Brody’s neck.
I want to come so badly. So I roll my hips, pressing down onto each one of their cocks, almost the same way I would if I were riding one of them. My clit grazes Brody’s lower stomach, giving me just the hint of friction.
My eyelashes flutter, enjoying the feel of his hard stomach.
Brooks licks the back of my neck, flattening his tongue against my salty skin before sealing his mouth to it, marking me.
All there is, is this moment.
The sounds of our bodies and my wet cunt serve as the soundtrack for our depravity, and I’d like to listen to it on a loop.
We fuck and fuck, Brody and I staring into each other’s eyes, refusing to look away as our jaws slacken and my body climbs.
“I love you,” I hear Wells whisper into Brody’s ear, and it almost makes me come on the spot.
“Baby,” Brooks whines behind me, his hand grabbing any and every part of my body. “You’re perfect.”
We’re all there at the precipice of heaven.
Brody shoves his hand down between us, letting his fingers press to my clit, playing with it.
My stomach caves as I plead to him with my eyes.
I’m moving faster, but the guys stay in constant rhythm, just fucking every hole.
Brody and I are locked on each other, and I know Brooks and Wells are the same. I can feel it.
“Fuck.” Brooks grunts. “I’m coming in this sweet ass.”
He moans, burying his face in the back of my head.
I can’t catch my breath. It’s happening. My eyes begin to close, but Brody’s deep voice commands my attention.
“Don’t leave. Stay here.”
My lashes flutter open, staying with him as the first wave hits me. I suck in a breath as I go rigid, holding on to them for dear life.
Then I come. My body explodes.
Brooks’ cock is still pulsing in my ass as my mouth opens to scream. But Brody steals my breath and kisses me, muffling my release with his own as I cover Brody’s cock with my lust. He groans into my mouth, viciously digging into my hip as his cock releases warm cum into my pussy.
I’m trembling, tears running down my face as Wells whispers, “Oh fuck,” and lets go just as he forces Brody’s face over his shoulder. Their lips press together, and Wells comes hard, hugging me as well.
We lie there, silent, our bodies still contracting as we come down from the highest of highs, breathless and euphoric.
Nobody keeps track of who’s kissing who as lips touch skin and hands brush hair from sweaty foreheads.
I lick my lips. “That was incredible.”
As I say it, Brooks pulls out, and I gasp over what he says.
“It was better than incredible.”
Brody growls out a sigh as Wells says, “Sorry, baby,” pulling out of him too.
Brooks and Wells roll off the bed, but they’re back within seconds, armed with warm washcloths.
Brody and I haven’t moved. We’re still staring into each other’s eyes, sharing gentle kisses as he grows soft inside of me.
We should do this every day sits at the tip of my tongue.
A week ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice about saying it, knowing that we had time in front of us.
But I leave tomorrow.
And I think I mean it.
Which is currently really fucking with my head as I stare back into his beautiful mismatched eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, feeling a wave of melancholy hit.
Fuck.
Wells and Brooks gently clean our bodies before Brody pulls out of me and puts a new washcloth between my legs.
“Thank you,” I say, watching them drag their shirts over their heads before they offer me my own.
Brooks cages me in on the bed, keeping me flat on my back as he kisses each of my nipples. “Get dressed. We’ve got a sunset to watch.”
I nod, still just watching them—the way Brooks walks over to Wells, who puts his hands on Brooks’ waist before he kisses his neck, then slaps his ass. And I watch Brody stretch before he drapes his arms over Wells, hanging on him.
“Get a move on, Cherry,” Wells throws out as they smile at me.
I return the gesture, but it feels a little forced because I’m fucking leaving tomorrow. But I don’t say any of that. I just say, “Yep. I’ll be right there,” and watch them leave before I get dressed and try to act like I haven’t entered the biggest spiral of my life.
The wind whips, sending my hair across my face. I laugh, brushing it away before Brooks pulls me into his arms. He’s warm and too familiar.
But still, I snuggle against his warm body as Brody passes more of the blanket we’re all sharing.
“Thank you,” I breathe out, feeling Brooks kiss my temple.
“Anything for you,” Brody teases, then winks.
Wells motions with his head for Brody to move before he lowers down between us, lying over me and putting his head in Brooks’ lap.
The four of us are nestled on the bow of the sailboat, ready for the sun to set.
And it is. Spectacularly.
We made it just in time.
Light reflects off the water like tiny sparkling diamonds as pinks and purples bleed across the ocean like watercolors.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. My face shifts as I take in the guys as they stare out. Well, maybe not the most beautiful.
The boat dips, slapping against the waves as we sail. Brody scoots closer to Wells, his palm caressing Wells’ hip before he runs it up and down his leg.
I’ve come to love watching these tender moments between them.
Nobody speaks. Maybe because there’s nothing to say…or maybe there’s too much. The words Brody whispered to me in bed revisit my heart, making it feel like it might stop all over again.
“Don’t leave…Stay here.”
I know he meant that for my eyeline. He meant for me to stay trained on him.
But try telling that to the part of me that’s warring with the fact that, while I know I’m just a guest in this beautiful destination, right now on the bow of this boat, I can’t tell where one of us starts and the other ends.
And the worst part about that is the feeling that I just fit.
I know I’m being crazy. And I keep telling myself that this feeling of belonging is one-sided. I’m probably desperate to hold on to something that finally feels good after spending twenty years of my life constantly conforming.
But my brain might as well be reasoning with a professional gaslighter. Because that’s what my heart is doing—making me believe a delusion.
Wells wiggles his arm between my legs so he can hug my thigh as he snuggles even closer.
“Better,” he breathes out.
Brooks smiles, then glances at me, calling my lips to his. And I oblige.
We watch the sunset again, and I feel myself retreating, closing parts of myself off that I spent the week opening, until I suddenly feel a bit of panic. As if I just need to leave.
But because he’s too observant and I’m too expressive, Brody turns my face to his.
He says nothing, but neither of us breaks. We just hold there as the sailboat chases the sun, and I wish for it to never go down.
But it does. And Brody kisses me.
I can’t help but feel like it’s goodbye.
There are moments in life that define you. And some do more.
They soak into your skin, grafting onto your bones and changing the essence of who you are. Brody, Brooks, and Wells are that moment for me.
And I hope one day, when I think about this sunset and that kiss, I’m so happy the memory exists instead of feeling validated that nothing can ever live up to it.