Chapter 18
ASHTON
H aving Sybil confirming the men are on board with what’s happening dissolves some of the tension from the situation.
But I still take a moment to speak with Zane and Nico before Camille arrives. We’ve decided to do this in one of the resort’s deluxe suites. That seems more neutral than staging it in my home, plus these rooms were quite literally built for sex.
“Gentlemen.” I tug at my tie, then remember I’m not wearing one. I settle for fiddling with the top button on my white linen shirt. “I appreciate you joining me to fulfill Camille’s fantasy. I know it might feel… unusual to have the resort owner be part of an enchantment.”
“ Unusual is my jam.” Zane grins broadly, bumping Nico with his elbow. “The last enchantment I did before break was the Sizzle and Zing.”
“Oh yeah, I got one of those last month.” Nico laughs. “I also had the Baby Blue twice in one day.”
So…electrostimulation and the enchantment where a guest swaddles the consort and treats him like a baby? Clearly, these men can handle a broad range of play.
But this is Camille we’re talking about. “I want her to leave here feeling like the goddess she is. I know you’re professionals, and your guest feedback has been impeccable. But this woman is exquisite.”
At that, both men nod. “We know,” Nico says. “With all due respect, your girlfriend is hot.”
Girlfriend.
I like how that sounds. In the forty-eight hours since I won Camille back, I haven’t stopped smiling about it. I’m in love with the thought of spending my future adoring a stunning, intelligent, hilariously clever human. I love her laugh, her quick wit, her gentle compassion.
I love her .
A knock at the door alerts me it’s showtime. “Gentlemen.” I start toward the door, feeling my heart start to pound. “Everyone ready?”
The men both nod as I pull open the door.
Camille stands smiling, holding a bottle of wine.
“I’m here!” She hands me the bottle and steps into the room, looking a little bit nervous.
“This is my first official enchantment, so I wasn’t sure about the protocol.
Seemed wrong to show up at a party without a hostess gift. Am I the hostess?”
God, she’s adorable. And sexy. And funny. “Would you like a glass?”
“Yes, please.” She strolls into the room and greets Zane and Nico. “Thanks for agreeing to fuck me.”
Both men burst out laughing. They begin to make small talk as I head to the bar for a corkscrew and glasses.
Camille takes a seat on a sofa that faces the sliding glass door, which I’ve cracked to let in a brisk ocean breeze.
Zane claims a spot on her right, while Nico makes himself comfortable on the loveseat.
“I can already tell this is going to be fun.” Zane drapes an arm on the back of the couch, fingertips grazing her shoulder. She smiles and he glances at me to make sure it’s okay.
It is. I love watching her easy rapport with the men. Seeing her sunshine spread over everyone else sets me at ease.
Nico’s long legs sprawl out in front of him. “Guests with a sense of humor have a lot more fun with these kinds of enchantments.”
“In that case,” she says, “Ash Hole and I will be a goddamn barrel of monkeys.”
Zane cocks an eyebrow. “Ash Hole?”
I return to the sitting room with four glasses of crisp Sauvignon Blanc on a tray. “Among other things, that will never leave this room.”
“Our lips are sealed.” Nico grabs a glass and grins at Camille. “At least until we put them all over your body.”
I wait for the sharp sting of jealousy, or for this to feel strange. It’s not every day a man sits around with the woman he loves and two men they’ve invited to join them for sex.
But Camille’s gentle smile and the men’s easy chatter makes it all feel quite normal. Like things will unfold exactly as they’re meant to.
For ten or twelve minutes, I tune out their chatter and just watch Camille.
She’s unbelievably breathtaking. The curve of her shoulder, the bergamot scent of her hair.
The petal-soft skin I’m aching to touch as she crosses her legs.
As her pale-yellow sundress slides over her knee, my mouth starts to water.
The instant she grazes my arm with her fingers, my whole body hums with desire. I’m watching her mouth as she speaks, detailing the story of our first meeting.
“And then he let me stay,” she concludes, taking a sip of her wine.
Nico grins. “Can you blame the guy?”
“I’d have done the same.” Zane glances at me, his hand now resting on her bare knee. “Easy to see why you fell for each other.”
Camille takes a sip of the wine, then sets down her glass. “Hard to believe I’ve had such an outstanding time at a sex resort that wasn’t even open.”
“God, I want to kiss you.” I blurt it so suddenly that my own words surprise me.
A slow smile spreads over her face. “Well then kiss me, Ash Hole.”
I set down my glass and slide my hands through her silky-soft hair. Cupping the base of her skull, I claim the sweet mouth I’ve kissed dozens of times. The lips I intend to kiss twelve million more. She tastes like white wine and sunshine and desire, and I find myself pulling her onto my lap.
With a small gasp of pleasure, she grabs hold of my shoulders. Her legs wrap around me as I scoop my hands under her ass. As I slide off the sofa and stand, Camille breaks the kiss.
“Well, that escalated fast.”
“So often the case for us.” I hope I’m not moving too quickly. “Do you mind?”
“That we’re moving from the small-talk stage to the Camille-gets-fucked stage?” Grinning, she grinds on my growing erection. “What do you think, Ash Hole?”
“I think we should move this to the bed.”
“Excellent plan.” As she clings to me like a sexy koala, Nico and Zane knock back their wine, then follow us to the bed.
I lay her back gently as they strip off their shirts and prowl to the edge of the mattress. I sink to my knees on the floor right in front of her, kissing my way up the curve of her calf.
“Exquisite,” I murmur, tasting the back of one knee.
Zane coasts a hand up her arm and she shivers. “I feel like you need to be naked.”
She giggles. “I feel like your instincts are good, Zane.” Her giggle shifts to a groan as my lips skim the inside of her thigh.
“Allow me.” Nico undoes the strap on one side, while Zane takes care of the other.
They’re caressing her arms and her shoulders, tugging the dress off as they go. They move like two men determined to savor every inch of her body.
I can relate.
Nico sinks onto the bed right beside her, nuzzling the side of her neck. “Mmm, you smell good.” He shifts her hair to the side, fingertips tracing the line of her bra strap. “I’m nuts about freckles.”
Proving his point, he licks his way over her shoulder. She purrs like a kitten as Zane unhooks her bra, devouring the slope of her breast. Nico’s intent on those freckles, kissing and nipping at each tiny cinnamon spot.
This is turning me on.
From my place on the floor, worshiping one shapely calf, I watch it unfold with desire throbbing through me.
God, she looks beautiful blissed out like this.
Hands cup her breasts, kneading, adoring, as I continue my slow, reverent journey up the inside of her thighs.
The taste of her skin, her soft little moans, are driving me wild with desire.
I lose track of their whispers, of the men’s adulation, as I kiss a slow path up from her knee to the thin wisp of lace between her legs. Their voices get lost in the buzz of desire in my brain.
Sexy.
Gorgeous.
Stunning.
Delicious.
That’s my girl they’re describing. The woman I love who’s writhing beneath me as I slowly peel down her panties. Sitting back on my heels, I take in the feast that’s spread out in front of me. Her delicate folds glisten with arousal.
“My God.” I still can’t fucking believe it. “How are you mine?”
Her laugh slips out on a whimper as Nico and Zane lavish attention on her breasts. As her eyes scan my face, she smiles. “Maybe because you’re mine ?”
“That’s fair.” I bury my face in her thigh, hungry for her swollen sex beckoning me just inches from my mouth. I’m dying to taste her, to trail my tongue along that slick seam.
Nico comes up for air and watches me. “Want a hand?”
I’m not sure what he means, but the two men move like synchronized clocks. Zane catches her left leg and Nico her right, kissing her ankles as they gently ease her open.
Oh.
My.
God.
My heart pounds a mallet on my ears. I’ve never seen anything sexier than Camille spread out like this. She’s open and slippery and waiting for me.
“Beautiful.” I plant a light kiss on those slick, swollen lips and she shudders.
“Oh.” She gasps as Zane kisses her ankle, while Nico devours the right one. “It’s gravity-free cunnilingus.”
Zane chuckles and kisses her shin. “There’s my next phrase for the bird.”
As much as I enjoy their easy rapport, I’m keener on knowing Camille can let go. With both legs supported, she leans back on her elbows and watches my tongue spread her open.
“Oh, Ash.” She tunnels her fingers into my hair. “I love seeing you do that.”
“This?” I do it again and she trembles, crying out as I circle her clit. I sip on that tight little bud, loving the way she bows up beneath me.
“Does that feel good?” Zane asks her, kissing the curve of her ankle. “You like how he’s eating your pussy?”
“Yes,” she gasps, fisting the blue and green bedspread. “Oh God, Ash.”
Hearing my name spurs me to bury my tongue deep inside her. She’s so fucking sweet as I lose myself in the luscious, warm squeeze of her body.
I’m barely aware of the other two men kissing her arches, her calves, the delicate curve of her knees. All I can feel is the velvety vise of her sex as I slide two fingers inside her.
“Sweetheart,” I breathe, rolling her clit with my tongue. “I want you to come for me.”
She cries out and tosses her head back, her tight little body clenching around me. “Right there,” she pants as my fingers thrust into her. “Ash, oh God.”
I deliver a long, languid lick to her clit, and that’s all it takes. Camille breaks apart, bucking and gasping and riding my face as she comes. The other men praise her, telling her how fucking gorgeous she is. What a good girl, what a sexy fucking woman.
Breathless and tousled, she leans back on her elbows and gives us a dazed little smile. “Damn, guys. You know how to treat a lady.”
All three of us chuckle, shifting to join her on the bed. Nico brushes the hair off her face, dusting a kiss on her cheekbone. “You’re stunning.”
Zane plants a kiss on the slope of her breast, and I watch her pupils dilate. “Need a moment to catch your breath?”
“Nope.” Her eyes shift to mine and she smiles. “I need you all naked.”
I stand up to do her bidding. “Consider it done.” I peel off my shirt and reach for my belt. “What else?”
Licking her lips, she glances from Nico to Zane. “I need three cocks inside me as soon as it’s convenient for you boys.”