by Kira Blakely
Danielle jerks against me and moans into my mouth. She’s alive, twisting in my arms, wild and free. She sucks on my bottom lip, then reaches down between us and grabs my cock. Her reactions drive me insane.
In the time I’ve been here on this island with her, we still haven’t fucked, and I need that now more than ever.
Danielle nibbles my lip, then catches my tongue and sucks that next. She’s insatiable, and I take her breasts in my hands again, massaging and circling the flesh with my warmth, pinching and teasing.
She moans and focuses on me, her gaze brimming with so much lust I can almost taste it. She’s a furnace, burning up, quivering and heaving against my chest.
I loop my arm around her waist and hold her up and she arches her back, presses her ass outward.
Wet, soft, licking noises drift up from behind her, but I can’t give a shit. Danielle fills my vision, every flutter of her eyelashes and breath that escapes her lips. She drags her hand up and down my cock, outside of my shorts, huffing, puffing, wanting more of it. More of me.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Mr. Long.”
She could be talking to either of us, but that was meant for me. It has to be.
“You want it,” I grunt.
“Please,” she whimpers, again.
“Take it.”
She fumbles with the tie on my board shorts, gets it undone, and shoves them down. They drop to the floor and my dick springs free, hard and wet for her. Dripping as it did at the banquet when she polished me off so good I whacked off back in my villa afterward.
Danielle slides her fingers over my tip, then down the shaft. She grips tight and strokes, rubbing it against her body and her palm. “Yes,” she groans. “Oh, yes. Oh, god, baby, I want to come so bad. I want to come so bad.”
She shuts her eyes but doesn’t quit stroking me.
I take her hand, spit in it, then fix it back on my dick. She moans and writhes, quickens the pace on my dick. I tingle for her. Fuck. I’m ready to fill this woman, now.
“I want to come,” she moans. “Please, let me come. Can I come?”
“Come,” Joey commands.
It should be a shock to my system, but it’s not. It’s like hearing my thought spoken out loud, with my voice, from another place.
“You can come, baby. You can come for Mr. Long.”
Danielle tightens her grip on my dick and fucking rages against me. She loops her other arm around my neck, ass still pressed outward, and sucks on my lip. She bites down on it and moans between her teeth. “Coming, oh, fuck, I’m coming.”
She rocks and rolls. She’s coming so hard I nearly come with her, squirt all over her hand instead of inside her cunt where I belong.
Finally, the orgasm subsides, and she collapses against me, breathing hard.
“So good,” she whispers, her voice still thick with desire. “So good.”
“I’m not done yet,” I growl.
Joey’s still in the room, and he needs to fucking learn that this woman is mine. So I’ll claim her, and if he witnesses that, all the better. Then he’ll finally fuck off.
“On the sofa,” I growl. “Now.” I grip her upper arm and drag her there.
Chapter 15
Danielle
Holden drags me toward the sofa, past the coffee table still bearing its tray of fruit and sweets. I’m barely over my orgasm. It’s the third I’ve had today, and I’m spent, but this isn’t over. Holden, my Holden, says it’s not over.
“On your hands and knees,” he says.
Joey’s still crouched on the floor, his lips glistening with my cum. He licks them clean and watches, predatory, a burning passion in his gaze. Either hatred or lust or a combination of the two.
“Now!” Holden barks.
I do as I’m told. I want him inside me more than I want to breathe.
I crawl onto my hands and knees on the sofa, still quivering, pussy still clenching.
“That’s right,” Holden says, and the sofa depresses behind me. His hot tip presses against my folds. “That’s my girl. And this is my pussy, so sweet and fucking hot. Remember how you squirted for me last night?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper.
“Let’s make that happen again.”
He presses into me in one long thrust, and I cry out and collapse forward onto my elbows. Holden loops one arm around my waist and lifts me back onto my hands again. “Like that,” he says and presses his palm onto my back, above my ass. “Just like that, Danielle.”
Holden thrusts into me, opens me wide, and fills me with his searing length.
This is everything I’ve imagined. Better.
It’s more animalistic, and I’m so full of him. Full in every way. Cherished by his dick. I’m sailing toward another orgasm, cresting my peak for—what, how many times has it been? This is my fourth.
He’s insatiable. So is Joey.
Joey’s eyes are narrowed, his hand is on the front of his chinos, his cock stiff there. He rises, but Holden doesn’t slow his pace.
“My girl,” Holden growls, ramming into me again and again. “What do you want?”
“I want to come,” I moan again. “I want to scream.”
“Good. Come for me, good girl. Come hard. Come on my cock, and if you do it hard enough, I’ll fill you up. You want my cum, baby?”
“I want all your cum, please.” And I do. “Please.”
He spanks my ass. “Then come.”
I crest my rise and sail over the edge, jamming through my fourth orgasm of the day, my jaw dropped. My moan becomes a wail. White hot ecstasy washes over me, and I blank out.
I come back down through feather-light bliss and open my eyes.
Joey walks over to me, stripping off his shirt as he goes. He throws it down on the coffee table, over the fruit, almost as if it’s a challenge. He tears down his pants next.
Fear tingles in my belly, alongside the pleasure. I glance back. Holden’s focused on me, but he reaches back and rips off his T-shirt, too, revealing rippling abs, and a v-line that leads to the connection between us.
He shifts his gaze from mine to my pussy, and his dick sliding in and out of it. I wish I could see.
A hand grips the underside of my chin and shifts my head back to the front. It’s Joey. He stands in front of the sofa and studies me from above, his dick inches from my face. A droplet of pre-cum slides from his opening and down his tip.
“Open your mouth,” he growls. “Dani, open it for me.”
Two men who want everything from me. Holden, who I’ve dreamed of for a month, now more, and Joey, who makes me come, who makes me scream, who talks to me when I’m crying and makes me forget.
I want to give everything to both of them. It’s wrong, but I want to do it.
“Dani, now.” Joey taps my cheek with his dick, a soft thwack of his flesh against mine.
I do as I’m told, opening wide and looking up at him.
“That’s it,” Joey says, than guides his dripping cock to my lips. “Stick your tongue out and taste it.”
Holden increases the pace and demands my attention. I moan at the pressure inside me but stick my tongue out anyway. My eyes roll back in my head. His pre-cum is delicious, salty and clean, a hint of his musk.
“Take me in your mouth. Suck hard,” he says.
I wrap my lips around his dick and suckle on him, run my tongue along his ridge, then farther back, tasting and feeling. Veins, thickness, and more pre-cum sluice across my tongue. He growls and takes hold of my head, presses his dick farther inside.
I open my mouth wider, my jaw aching and spit dribbling from my lips. I’m drooling for him, and the wet heat in my pussy is perfectly accented by him filling my mouth.
“Wider,” Joey commands. “Take it all.”
Again, I obey. I’m helpless against these commands because I want it all.
I want him to squirt down my throat, even as Holden fills my pussy with his cum. I want to taste him as warmth pulses between my le
gs. I want to come with his dick in my mouth and Holden’s in my cunt.
I want to be full of them both.
So full that I’m torn apart.
I already can’t choose between them. This will only make it more difficult, but I don’t care.
The living room hazes around me. My knees are planted on the sofa, my ass pressed against Holden, even as Joey pounds into my mouth. I gag and choke, eyes watering, tracing the lines of his abs, the tattoos that encase his arms, the rippling of his biceps as he controls my head and thrusts into me, again and again.
“Good,” he growls. “Good girl.”
Holden spanks my ass, and my flesh wobbles. “Mine,” he grunts.
Joey pounds harder at that.
Holden does, too.
They’re taking it all for themselves, and I love every second of it.
Holden reaches around and plays with my clit, circling it sloppily. He plants his other hand on top of my ass, reaches his thumb down and inserts it in my asshole. There’s a sharp pain and then extreme pleasure.
I’m so fucking full.
In every hole. Every part of me penetrated by these two men. One whom I’ve fallen for, the other whom I’m fast falling for as well.
I don’t have a second for confusion.
“Wider,” Joey growls. “Relax your throat. I’m going deep.”
I try for him, and it works. He slides in and out, as far as he can go, burying his entire dick in me.
“Fuck, yes, Dani,” he groans. “Fuck, yes.”
“Come for me,” Holden commands. “Come.”
I’m powerless, and it sends me toward my fifth peak. My fifth climax!
I scream around Joey’s dick as I crest, and the vibration sets him off, too. He tugs on my hair and rams himself into me again and again, my tongue sliding down the underside of his thick shaft.
He pulses inside me, squirting down the back of my throat so many times that I can’t swallow it all. Some of it dribbles past my lips and spills to the sofa. “Fuck, yes.”
Holden’s breathing quickens behind me. I’m clenching around his cock, my ass tightening around his thumb, too, even as his brother fills my mouth with cum.
“Mine,” Holden howls. He pumps into me and comes hard, loading me with his juices as he promised before we started this. He lashes my walls, burns me from the inside out, and once again, I’m gone, drifting on a sea of pleasure.
I rock through all of it. Pulse and heave and squeal like a stuck fucking pig because it’s the best I’ve ever felt in my entire life and I don’t want it to end.
But it does.
Joey slides from my mouth, and I suck in a breath, lips still dripping his cum.
Holden pulls out of me, and fluid splatters to the sofa cushions. I collapse onto the sofa, face down, breathing hard, and shut my eyes.
Can’t talk, can’t move, can’t speak.
I’m vaguely aware of movement. Rustling of clothes. Footsteps. A zipper. A door slams shut and then silence.
Did they leave me here?
They fucked me and left me, is that it?
Took what they wanted and—
A hand brushes my hair back from my cheek and behind my ear. Breath dances across my lobe. “I’m here,” he says.
I open my eyes and look up at him.
It’s Joey, with the mole on his cheek and warmth in his gaze.
“I’m here,” he says. “Thank you, Dani.”
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut.
All the confusion that I pushed aside before this started comes screaming back into my mind.
What have I done?
What have we done?
I haven’t lost Joey, apparently. He’s still with me. But Holden? The man I came to find, to love, to fuck? Where is he?
I bury my head in the sofa cushions and let hot tears well and escape.
“What have I done?” I whisper. “What the fuck have I done?”
Chapter 16
Joey
My dumbfuck brother has already left, and that’s fine by me.
I have Dani all to myself.
She’s too spent to fuck, and so am I. I’ll probably be chafed fucking raw tomorrow, but I don’t give a shit. Every second of her has been worth it. Even eating her while she clung to my brother. Even fucking her mouth while he did the same to her pussy.
I ignore the tide of jealousy at him touching her and stay crouched beside the sofa.
She cries into the cushions and shakes her head. “What have I done?”
“Nothing we didn’t want to do,” I say. “You wanted it, too, Dani. It’s okay.”
She lifts herself on her elbows and looks up at me, beautiful, watery-eyed. “It’s not okay. I’ve made you fight and I’ve—I don’t know what to do.”
“Roll over, baby. Roll over for me,” I say, tenderly as I can.
Dani rolls onto her back on the sofa, her full tits jiggling from the motion. Christ, could she be any more beautiful? I’ve just fucked any trace of innocence out of her, but she’s still so pure to me.
She cares. No one’s cared before.
Growing up, it was me and my brother. No mommy and daddy around to help us out. No woman to care.
And now her.
You can’t think about this shit now. Get your girl.
I slide my arm under the backs of her knees, the other around her shoulders, then lift her from the sofa, easily. She’s feather-light, and she wraps her arms around my neck and looks up at me.
“You should hate me,” she says, sagely. “I’ve pitted you against each other.”
“No, you haven’t. I was the one who brought you here. I was the one who tricked you and lied.” I walk her into the bathroom, then open the shower door and take her to the bench on its side. I set her down on it, sit her upright then cup her cheeks in my hands, smooth them over with my thumbs.
“I’m not a victim in this,” she replies, stiffly. “I make my own choices.”
“And soon, you will have to make one,” I say, just as sternly. “But not now. Not this second.” After our session, I tugged on my chinos, but I unzip them again and toss them out the open shower door.
She closes her eyes and rests her head on the tiles. “I don’t know what to think. I don’t know how to feel.”
“Like I said, not now, Dani. You don’t have to make any decisions now.”
She doesn’t reply.
I shut the glass shower door then switch on the water. Hot beads run down from above and crash against my skin and hers.
She gasps and opens her eyes again.
“Come here.” I lift her from the bench. I stand her up then grab the sponge and soap from the steel rack on the wall. I lather them up. “Spread your legs, baby.”
She widens her stance and watches me, her head tilted to one side. I can’t read her thoughts. I’d love to know what’s going on in her head.
“Talk to me,” I say. “About anything. About your hopes and dreams. About your family. Anything. Just talk.”
“Talk,” she says.
“Yeah. About anything but us.” Us. Fuck, if only that “us” meant me and her, rather than the fucked-up threesome we make right now. Bastard. Fucking bastard. But what if pleasing her means having my brother do the same?
Will I really turn down the opportunity to spend more time with this woman? Surely, every time wouldn’t be with Holden in the picture.
We’d have moments alone.
“My family,” she says, and the words spark something in her expression.
We move back in the water as one, and it plasters our hair to our skulls. Water runs down her lips, and she licks it off.
“Tell me about them.” I crouch in front of her, running the sponge up the inside of her leg, up her thigh, to that hot triangle of pleasure between her legs. She jerks but doesn’t move away.
Gently, I wash her pussy, part her lips and clean her. She shudders with each brush of the sponge, and I move down the inside of her oth
er leg.
“I have four sisters,” she says. “All of them are married and settled down, two of them own their own businesses.”
“All older?”
“Yeah,” she replies. Her voice eases, and the pain and confusion lifts. “I’m the youngest. I think, and it’s pretty shitty of me to say, but I think I was my mother’s favorite because I was the last. I think I reminded her a lot of herself when she was little.”
“She’s gone?” I ask.
“She died. Terminal illness.” She swallows. “It was a long time ago, but I still think about her every day.”
“I’m sorry, Dani.” And the words mean something. Not in all the years I’ve said them, to women I’ve fucked and dumped, to people I’ve upset during party time, have I meant them. Now, I finally do.
“It’s OK. What about you?”
“Family?” I laugh, bitterly, then wash her hips, rise and focus on soaping her belly. I pull her from the water again and focus on her breasts. My dick hardens but I ignore it. “My family. I had a different type of family.”
“No mom and dad, I know.”
I don’t need to ask how she knows.
“No mom and dad,” I agree. “But a different type of family.” I turn her around and wash her back, sweep her hair aside and run the sponge down her spine. Foam creeps between her ass cheeks, and I watch it disappear.
“What do you mean?” she asks and looks back over her shoulder at me. Even in profile, she’s fucking perfect.
I’m in deep shit here. Deep, deep shit. A fucking T-rex just took a dump on my head.
“I was part of a crime family,” I say, easily.
She stiffens beneath my hands. “What?”
“Yeah, we both were. I was more into it than Holden, though. I was the bad boy,” I say, with a laugh. Bad boy is a relative term, of course. There’s bad and there’s evil and millions of hues of the same in between. “I did a lot of things I’m not proud of now, looking back on it.”
“What types of things?” She turns and we walk backward again, into the steaming rush of water from overhead. It patters down between us, reddens the skin of her breasts and flattens the smattering of hair on my chest.