Kiona whimpered around the bulk in her mouth while running the tip of her finger along her clitoral nub in a circular motion. Applying more pressure, lifting her hips in a dance beneath the water, she played with herself while sucking the toy, loving the sensation of flames burning hotter in her pussy and the water thrashing warm and bubbly over one sensitive nipple while Kol tortured the other.
They might as well shut off the porn movie. It was apparent she’d turned them both on and drawn their attention away from the screen. What a sense of extreme power this was, to tease them and know that soon, one of them—or maybe both—would be inside her, bringing her immense pleasure.
“Oh yeah, gotta agree with you there,” Kol added, twisting the vibrator as he pushed it in and out of her mouth. He, too, couldn’t stand the foreplay much longer. Kiona knew that by the familiar, stormy glaze in his dark eyes. He released her nipple, resumed stroking his shaft, and she watched enthralled as his eyelids fluttered shut on a grunt.
She couldn’t take it anymore, and drew back so the vibrator fell from her mouth. Kol caught it, but didn’t turn it off. “Mitch…” She desperately needed to be filled by a real cock. Leaning close to Mitch so that her mouth touched his, she murmured, “Make love to me. As man and wife.”
His gaze shifted over her shoulder, as if to get Kol’s permission. That look did something odd to her. She felt her heart swell with the first fluttering of deep affection for another man besides Kol. The thought stunned her.
He’s your husband. You can let yourself love him if you want, while still loving Kol.
Did she want to? But she didn’t have time to ponder her own question. It was as if uttering “man and wife” had sparked something in them both.
Kol shut off the vibrator, rose, and leaned over to pluck a small sample tube of flavored lubrication oil from the basket. “You heard the woman. Make love to her.” Kol’s command was thick with arousal. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Mitch obeyed, positioning his big body so that he returned to that kneeling position between Kiona’s legs.
“No arguments here,” Mitch murmured, stabbing his wet hand into her hair, angling her face up so he could kiss her again. “I want nothing more than to make love to my wife.” The kiss didn’t last long. He tore free of her mouth and moved across to her cheek in a tender path, up to her temple, then down to her ear.
She shivered at the sensation of his hot, wet tongue tracing the rim of her ear, and his teeth biting just short of painful on her earlobe. He pressed closer, his cock probing at her entrance beneath the water, his hips forcing her legs further apart. As if that weren’t enough stimulation, she watched over Mitch’s shoulder as Kol chose a purple toy. It was much thinner and shorter than the one she’d just sucked on, and reminded her of a mini space shuttle, its base thick in circumference, while its length tapered to no bigger around than his finger. No longer than about five inches, it was covered in tiny bubbled ridges. The last inch of the very tip was bent at a right angle, and Kiona almost fainted with excitement when she realized what Kol intended to do with it.
No doubt, it was a vibrator meant for deep anal stimulation. And in this case, she was certain Kol planned to use it on Mitch while Mitch made love to Kiona. The mental images that depraved thought conjured up in her head caused her breath to hitch in her windpipe. A warm flood of desire settled in her groin making her pussy throb and dampen.
Wicked, this was all so wicked. But she wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.
Mitch took a detour down to her breasts. He slid an arm around her waist and lifted her up so that her breasts broke the water’s surface. She plopped her head back on the rim of the tub and screamed out her pleasure when his cock skimmed over her clitoris at the same moment he sucked one nipple into his mouth.
She heard the splash of water, but she didn’t have the strength to open her eyes. Mitch’s tongue played havoc on her areolas, first one, then the other, and back again. It was like a blazing rod branding her with its fiery heat, pulling and flickering so that those very flames back-lashed into her pussy and left her bucking her hips in search of his cock.
Mitch’s head popped up on a groan. She finally opened her eyes and stared into his glazed, aqua pools. The man was stunning, a sex god in his own right, a man every woman in the world—and no doubt a lot of gay and bisexual men—lusted after, and yet here she was about to accept him into her core.
It was only when she dragged her gaze from his and peered over his shoulder, down his long tanned back, that she realized what had caused him to abruptly halt his adoring ministrations on her breasts.
Kol stood tall in the center of the tub behind Mitch. His muscles were well-defined and glistening, his body taut with excitement. He tossed aside the lubricant package, obviously having drained its greasy contents onto his hand, and had just reached down to caress Mitch’s ass. She caught the faint essence of it. Strawberry.
Was Kol going to…?
“Ah, yeah, there you go. Relax,” Kol rasped, and his arm made a small circular movement that told her he must be slickening up Mitch’s anus.
She tried to catch her breath. Kiona hadn’t seen anything quite as sexy and wanton as that in her entire life. If Mitch didn’t get inside her soon, she feared she’d have a spontaneous orgasm without so much as a brush of a finger upon her clit.
Mitch shuddered. His eyes clamped shut, and he grasped the sides of the tub on either side of her. “Oh, Jesus. Oh fucking God, that feels so damn good. Mmm, yes, do it. Stick it in.”
A wicked gleam entered Kol’s eyes, the kind she recognized as the side of him that enjoyed it rough. She watched as his arm shifted again. If Mitch’s sudden, strangled reaction was any indication, no doubt Kol had just slipped his finger inside Mitch’s rectum to ready him for the toy. But he didn’t stop there. He raised his other hand and whacked Mitch on the buttocks.
Water splattered all three of them, raining out across the tiled floor. Mitch’s howl was definitely one of shocked pleasure. It was clear by the wide-eyed look that no one had ever spanked him before.
“That does it,” Kiona panted. She wrapped her arms around Mitch’s neck and her legs around his waist. “You two don’t know how much you’re turning me on. Make love to me. Now, before I faint from an overdose of horniness.”
Kiona was totally delirious. She couldn’t wait for a response from either one of them. Aligning herself, she let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Her eyes crossed and her eyelids closed as she clung to Mitch and slowly impaled herself with his enormous, granite-hard cock.
The incredible sensation of finally being filled and being able to clamp her muscles around girth was accompanied by the faint whir of the toy. She didn’t need to look to know that Kol teased Mitch’s asshole with it. Mitch twitched, shoving himself deeper inside her. He groaned, his voice nothing but an animal’s growl. Gradually, she felt the vibrations moving through him, into her, and she knew that meant Kol had penetrated Mitch to the hilt with the little vibrator.
“’Û! I’m so pili lani, and I haven’t even fucked anyone yet,” Kol groaned. Just then, a beam of moonlight filtered in from above and, combined with the flicker of candlelight, cast him in a dancing glow of silver and gold that made him appear godlike. She saw the torture on his face, so at odds with the proud erection jutting up from the nest of dark curls in his groin.
It was apparent Kol needed relief. But she didn’t have to say a thing to Mitch. He was sympathetic, or rather, in need of Kol as much as Kol was in need of stimulation.
“Do it,” Mitch growled through clenched teeth as he gripped the edge of the tub and drove into her again. Water splashed out of the tub. A gust of cool, salty air blew in from above making the candle flames dance and flicker, casting romantic shadows upon the tiled walls. “I’m ready.”
Kiona blinked. He meant for Kol to… Heaven above, despite the air blowing in from above, could it get any hotter in here?
“Are you sure?” Kol asked, tossing aside t
he toy and leaning over Mitch’s back, licking and nipping his shoulder.
“So damn sure,” he replied, kissing Kiona’s neck. “I know I’m going to blow as soon as you get inside me.”
Kol’s eyes rolled back in his head in mock ecstasy. He reached for a condom, tore open the package with his teeth. She smelled the faintest scent of latex, scrutinizing him as he rolled it down over his cock. She didn’t think her pussy had ever been this wet. It was going to happen. Her fantasy was about to come true here in this huge Jacuzzi on her wedding night with two of the hottest men on Earth. She marveled at her patience, but she knew she was on the edge just as Mitch was.
Kol leaned over Mitch’s back. Kiona made room for him by unhooking her legs from behind Mitch and planting her hands and feet on the underwater recliner instead. Mitch still held her up, but the movement caused his cock to jolt inside her, and little bursts of pleasure shot off in her belly, spreading out to bathe her entire body in sexual heat.
Kol reached around, massaging Kiona’s breast. The nipple tightened, making her long to buck her body against Mitch’s, but she knew she should hold still for what was to come.
“If you’re sure…” Kol bit and sucked along Mitch’s neck as he supported himself by propping one hand on the tub’s rim next to Kiona’s head.
“I’m sure, goddamn it. Do it. Now.” Mitch’s voice came out strained in a tone of impatience wrapped firmly by lust. He turned his head and softened his voice. “Sorry, but I’m so turned on, it’s not going to take much.” Their eyes met over Mitch’s shoulder. Kol captured Mitch’s mouth in a voracious, open-mouthed, tongue-dueling kiss that made Kiona’s toes curl.
She felt the skim of Kol’s hand as he wrapped his other arm around Mitch’s narrow waist, preparing to hold him steady for entry.
Mitch broke free of the kiss and directed his attention on Kiona. “Ready, beautiful?”
“You have no idea,” she said breathily.
His response was a nonverbal one that shook her world and had her gasping. He thrust forward, pulled out, then drove back in one last time before holding himself deep inside her canal.
Kol must have taken that as a cue to make his move. She stared into Kol’s eyes and saw happiness and love like never before. Then the pressure built in her pussy when he aligned his cock and pushed forward, slowly, gently, inch by maddening inch. Mitch opened his eyes and held his breath, his body rigid. She saw ecstasy there, pure lust-filled need and a glow of pleasure that made her heart melt. Kol’s gaze met hers over Mitch’s shoulder, and she knew the very instant complete satisfaction seized them both.
Mitch panted, fighting to keep his eyes open. “Yes, oh God, yes…”
Kol’s body twitched as he pushed slowly forward, every muscle taut with restraint. She watched the emotions flicker across his face and settle in his dark eyes. There was something beyond satisfaction there, almost a coming-home glow that completed the puzzle of Kol. He stood in the bubbling water, legs apart, hands gripping Mitch’s hips, and his gaze never leaving hers. Fire built inside her loins as she started to move, stroking Mitch’s cock with her slickness, forcing Kol deeper inside Mitch’s ass.
With each of Kol’s thrusts, she could feel a glorious pressure against her G-spot. The stimulation and timing of it all couldn’t have been more perfect. As she and Kol gained a rhythm, gradually fucking Mitch hard and fast, they sang a trio of moans, hers high-pitched, theirs deep and all male. Beyond the rhythmic splash of the tub water and the orgasmic cries of the two men and the woman fucking on the video, she could hear the distant thrash of the ocean. Candlelight flickered across their handsome faces emphasizing the lust that smoldered there. She could still smell the faint traces of the strawberry lubricant, but it was now overpowered by the potent aroma of sweat and arousal.
Her mouth watered for the flavor of her new husband. She wanted to taste Mitch when the rising orgasm washed over her. “Kiss me,” she whispered, and he groaned his agreement, finding her mouth in a frantic search. His tongue dipped deep, parting her lips and teeth. He groaned into her mouth, following each of Kol’s gentle penetrations with a swirl of his tongue around hers and a thrust of his cock into her soaked passage.
Her body hummed and bucked. She closed her eyes tight, the image of Kol entering Mitch emblazoned on the back of her eyelids. Mitch held her close, giving her limited freedom to explore. Her hands skimmed frantically over hard chests, strong shoulders, handsome, stubbled jaws.
She clamped her pussy around Mitch’s cock and stroked him faster, grinding her clitoris across his pubic bone as she sucked his tongue deeper into her hungry mouth. Kiona’s pussy had never been so wet, so totally filled. Elated, she sensed the outer edges of ecstasy reaching for her, starting first in her loins then spreading out to ripple through her legs and arms. There was no escaping it—no wish to. She surfed on the unbearable wave of climax, reaching for the final crest, amazed that it rose higher, hotter, faster than ever before. Kiona felt the surprising sting of tears in her closed eyes, the ceasing of her heartbeat, when the orgasm finally crashed over her in shattering disarray.
She was just about to tear her mouth free and scream her pleasure at the final wave of release when Mitch beat her to it. His head came up and he stared with glazed eyes at the wall behind her. “Oh, fuck, oh my fucking God…” His body shuddered on a deep groan at the very same moment Kol let out a rabid growl. His head was thrown back, his eyes tightly closed. Long, damp strands of his blue-black hair trailed down over his sculpted chest. Between the two gorgeous men, she had never seen anything so hot and sexy in all her life.
And they’re both mine.
“Wow,” she panted, plopping her back onto the headrest. They held still, linked together as one. Amid Kol and Mitch’s gasping agreements, she heard a thump and scrape above the tub. “What the…?”
“What’s wrong?”
She caught something out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze flicked to the window directly above them. “Shit!” Kiona shrieked, scrambling out of Mitch’s arms and yanking herself from his cock.
“What—?”
“On the roof. There’s someone there. I just saw a head peeping over the edge of the skylight window. A blonde head with pink streaks!”
Chapter Eleven
Anjelee held on for her dear freaking life. Her fingers ached like a mother fucker where she had them curled around the blunt edge of the gutter. Her heart beat so fast, she could hear it thumping in her head, as if someone held a drum to her ear and pounded like mad. She was nearly sick with the smell of their tropical-scented candles still lingering on the salty night breeze, and she wished like hell she could puke her guts out first before having to make a decision on how to get herself out of this perilous mess she’d suddenly found herself in.
With her body dangling from the rooftop, she prayed to any god who would listen that, if she decided to let go—if being the operative word—she would land safely on the veranda rather than on its precarious edge just below and to her right.
Holy crapsake alive, would a tumble down that rocky slope ever hurt like a bitch. All she needed was a broken leg or two. That would definitely make her flight back to L.A. tomorrow afternoon a drag and a half—or maybe delay it by several days. Not to mention it would probably put her out of commission long enough to keep her from earning the money she desperately required.
A muffled shriek sounded from deep in her throat when the gutter suddenly creaked and shifted, dropping a fraction of an inch lower. She peered through her upstretched arms and looked down the length of her body. There was a wash of cloud-covered moonlight casting a silvery glow over the damp stone floor of the terrace about eight feet or so below her shoes. The walls on the main level were slightly higher than most normal people’s homes—damn all the rich sons of bitches in the world and their unnecessary extravagances. As if that wasn’t enough, the roof was steeply vaulted to boot, so this particular section where she hung was up in a gabled peak, which left her a good dis
tance yet to drop before landing smack-dab onto that hard, slippery stone patio… Or plummeting down over all those goddamn boulders that led to the angry sea below.
God help her, she didn’t want to crack her noggin and drown. She’d been on the swim team in high school, so she could get around in water pretty well. But falling all that way would certainly injure her, which would make staying afloat—and remaining conscious—that much harder.
The Pacific breeze seemed to be picking up in velocity, and she tried not to think of something as disastrous as a sudden hurricane ripping her from the house and tossing her down the precipice and into the razor-sharp teeth of sharks. She could hear the taunting rush of the waves, the slap of the incoming tide against the narrow stretch of beach and its adjoining rocky drop-off. Her body swayed treacherously in the wind, and she tried her damnedest to keep from smacking her shoes against the wall and alerting them to her location. If she’d made as much noise as she thought she had, and they even knew someone was out here in the first place, that is.
Think, you dummy, before someone comes and finds you dangling here like a damn puppet on a string.
She drew in a shaky breath and tightened her grip, determined to figure this dilemma out. If she let go of her right hand, it might swing her body toward the left so she could avoid landing near the dangerous cliff edge. But did she have time to ponder the geometry of things?
Fuck no.
From inside, she could hear the faintest of voices and the subsequent slosh of bathwater. Was that alarm in their tones? Alarm, maybe, at the loud thunk she’d just made when she’d slipped off the fucking thatched roof?
Jesus Christ, what had she done to deserve this life-or-death situation?
The fact of the matter was there wasn’t time to contemplate her pitfalls or her bad luck. All it would take was a quick heads-up phone call from Mitch Wulfrum to one of his guard dogs positioned around the perimeter of the property, and she’d be toast.
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