FOUR ZALI #2
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the quiet in the car for the short trip to the marina.
I didn’t want to be docked there for much longer.
I’d wrapped up my latest case. Now I wanted to see sand and trees with endless stretches of water in front of me.
I wanted to swim naked in the Broadwater again, lie in the sun, and feel the rush of water against my skin.
I wanted to hear the tide lapping against the hull without the traffic noise of the city at my doorstep.
When Ez parked the car, I reluctantly covered up again and wiggled my toes so Flynn could slip on my shoes. “We’ll carry you,” he said.
“I will,” Ezra offered, but Ry was up and out of the passenger seat, reaching for me before Ez had even turned off the ignition.
He carried me bridal style like I weighed nothing, taking me straight through the security gates to my yacht.
Ry’s strong grip was like catnip. It set my body alight, every nerve ending in my cunt tingling.
I was wet and needy, my clit throbbing with every step he took.
I wanted to beg him to take me to bed and excise all that earlier frustration by using my body.
Fuck, I wanted Flynn and Ezra right there with him—a cock for my mouth, cunt, and arse sounded fucking perfect.
But I wouldn’t proposition these men to an orgy—not when I had so much to lose if we did.
At least I’d never been let down by my battery-operated boyfriends. I knew exactly which ones I was going to use.
Ry lowered me until my feet hit the deck, and I didn’t hesitate, stripping my dress and underwear straight off.
I couldn’t even bear to pick them up. I dashed straight to my room and raided my drawer, tugging out the thickest vibrating plug I owned and slicking it with lube.
I loved the burn of that initial breach, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside of me.
I smeared lube over my hole and, with one knee on my bed, pressed it inside me.
I gave my body just enough time to adjust so that the pain morphed into pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as it got to the widest part, and I pumped it in and out of me, stretching my hole to the max.
I was so wet. My juices were leaking down my legs, and I was already on the edge.
I hadn’t even touched my clit.
I collapsed onto the bed and pressed the plug in deeper. I slid my fingers through the slickness coating my cunt and shoved two deep inside me, pressing up against the toy crowding my other hole.
“Yes,” I hissed as my cunt clamped down on my fingers. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to be filled to bursting.
I pulled the plug out and reached for my dildo.
It was thicker at the base, keeping me stretched wider.
The ribbing on its surface heightened every sensation too.
Lube applied, I fucked my arse with it, sliding it as deep as it would go before pulling it out and reversing course once more. Fuck, I loved being impaled by dicks.
Fumbling around in the drawer, I found the other vibrator, a twin to the dildo in my arse, and slid it into my cunt.
I turned both on, setting them to vibrate at the highest setting.
Fireworks went off inside me, the tingle low in my belly swelling like the tide.
Oh fuck, I was going to come the moment I touched my clit.
I pressed my wand down, and I cried out. My orgasm slammed into me. Wave after wave of ecstasy hit me, and I rode the high until my body went lax.
Aftershocks surged through me, each one ramping up my need once more. One orgasm wasn’t enough—not after I’d been edging for so long. It wasn’t just today. I hadn’t had sex in weeks, and the one fuck I’d sought out was disappointing.
I wanted more. I needed it.
I turned up the wand and touched it to my clit again, building to another release once more. I fucked myself with the dildos, taking them as deep as I could manage while splayed out on my back with my knees up around my chin.
Another orgasm hit me, and I shattered into a million pieces. My cries echoed off the walls. This one was more intense than the last, sending my whole body into spasms.
This was what I’d needed.
Again and again, I came. Orgasms wracked my body until I was a shaking mess on my bed. I lost count of how many I’d had and how much time had passed. My limbs were limp noodles, and I was exhausted. I didn’t even have the energy to turn the toys off.
I lay there, gasping for breath and twitching as my holes protested the invading dicks.
“Hey,” Ry said from the doorway. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs, his wet hair still dripping on his shoulders. “Need a hand?”
“Yeah,” I croaked out, barely able to nod.
Smiling sympathetically, he strode into the room and sat down on the side of the bed.
He brushed the loose strands of my hair stuck to my sweaty face off my forehead, then cracked open the bottle of water he was holding.
He brought it to my lips, letting me sip some of it before he placed it on my nightstand.
He took the wand from my hand and turned it off.
Then he drew my vibrators out, taking care to do it slowly.
There was no pain, but it left me empty.
He switched them off, too, and took the whole lot into my bathroom to dump them in the sink.
He came back with a warm, wet washcloth and wiped me down, caring for me with a gentleness that I was familiar with but still surprised me every time. This wasn’t the first time he’d helped me like this. Weird for some, but that was just us. He was here for everything.
Ry pressed a kiss to my forehead and said, “Flynn will be in soon. Give him a few minutes. He’s just showering.”
“Ry?”
“Yeah?” He pulled out the pins holding my hair in the bun and unwound it, tugging the elastic free.
“I feel empty,” I confessed.
He shifted and rested his hand on my leg, rubbing down to my knee and back up to my hip. It was comforting and exactly what I needed. “Metaphorically or physically?” he asked.
I huffed out an exhausted laugh and replied, “Physically. Is it weird that I want to be filled up?”
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. “You want to sleep with a plug in?”
I nodded, and he shook his head. “Not weird at all. It’s just what you need right now.” He reached into my drawer and shifted the collection of toys around until he found my favourite. “Roll over, sweetheart.”
I did and groaned when I heard the flick of the cap on the bottle of lube.
A moment later, he eased my thighs apart and cool liquid hit my hole.
I arched up toward him, and he slid the metal plug in.
I moaned at the fullness, and Ry twisted it, slowly fucking me with it.
The friction lit up my insides again, and I whimpered, already wanting to go again.
Ry pressed a kiss to the base of my spine and asked, “Better?”
I nodded, and my eyes slipped closed.
“Want one in your pussy too?”
I moaned and spread my legs, begging him to put more inside me. A moment later, his fingers brushed my cunt, holding my lips open as he slid a toy inside me as far as it would go. It was thick and exactly what I needed.
Murmurs sounded from next to me, and a moment later, Ry’s warmth was gone. The bed dipped, and Flynn’s familiar scent surrounded me as he pressed up against me. I lifted my knee and moaned with the pressure against my G-spot.
Flynn ran his fingers through my hair, turning my bones to jelly and my heart to mush.
How was I lucky enough to have these men around me who cared for me without question or demanding anything in return?
I didn’t deserve them, but I was so grateful for both Ry and Flynn.
My best friend kissed my shoulder and slid his arm around my waist, and I sank into the warm sense of safety that cocooned me when I was in his arms.
“Goodnight, Zee. Love you.”