Kabana Heat

by Titania Ladley

  “I can’t believe I want them again,” she murmured huskily.

  But instead of acting on it, laziness won out. Settling back, she devoured Kol’s tattooed, tanned body and the corded muscles along his biceps and backside. He wrapped an arm around Mitch from behind, holding him captive in a throat lock, flexing those hard muscles.

  “Think you’re clever, do you?” Mitch chuckled, his lean, bronzed form breaking free and whipping around to face Kol. Mitch didn’t gloat long. “Look out.” He tackled Kol so that they both plunged beneath the surface of the waist-high water.

  She held her breath, stroking herself, waiting to see what her two good-looking, virile husbands would do next. Her clit throbbed, swelling to the size of a pea. Pinching a nipple, she sucked in a breath at the hot pull that snaked down from her breast into her groin. Warm juices trickled out of her pussy and soaked the lounge chair.

  But instead of rising to join them, she forced herself to keep watching—she suddenly understood how Kol could enjoy being such a voyeur. He loved to watch her and Mitch making love almost as much as he relished participating with them.

  Drawing up a knee, she listened to their sparring words when they broke the surface. They faced each other, their arms wrapped around one another’s waists, eyes locked. Kiona could well imagine they were both hard and their cocks were probably touching, grinding, aching to slide into slick heat, or to be sucked off to orgasm.

  Keeping that mental vision intact, she slid a finger inside her tight, tender cunt. She could hear their murmurs, moans, and the deep tone of male laughter. There was the lulling backdrop of the rush and ebb of the Pacific just beyond the mouth of the bay. Entwined with it, the gentle tumble of the small waterfall across the lagoon sang a mesmerizing song that nearly put her to sleep even as she masturbated.

  She was just about to close her eyes and bring herself to a quick climax when they both stopped talking and pivoted their heads to stare at her. One pair of eyes as aqua and lively as the water they stood in, the other as dark and promising as sin.

  Their faces, both so handsome, yet in such different ways, spread simultaneously into blinding-white grins.

  Kol’s blue-black hair was slicked back from his Polynesian features. He lifted a hand out of the water and crooked a finger at her. “Come here, babe. Come join us.”

  “Yeah,” Mitch agreed, waving her in, his shorter golden locks tumbling down to frame his striking, strong-boned face. “We’re both as hard as petrified lava. Get in here with us so we can ease your discomfort.” His smile widened into a mischievous grin. “And ours.”

  Her pulse quickened, sending hormones racing through her blood. She rose and plucked up the waterproof coconut oil she’d been using to tan. Without taking her eyes off them, she poured a puddle in her palm, tossed the bottle on the lounge chair, and slowly, deliberately worked the slickness between her hands.

  When she reached behind her and massaged the cheeks of her ass, Kol groaned and rolled his eyes in a show of bliss.

  Mitch’s jaw fell open, and when she angled around so they could get a better view, lingering to grease up the crease between her buttocks—an area she intended one of them to explore—he let out a breathy, “Jesus Christ.”

  Once she had her rear prepped, she slathered the excess onto her breasts and then dug a condom out of her tote bag. She was on birth control pills, so it wasn’t like she needed them for that kind of protection. No, Kol and Mitch had already used them with each other, but there’d been no need to with her… Yet.

  She crossed the pier, the condom nestled in her hand. Her bare feet soaked in the warmth of the slats of wood as she went. Seagulls cawed overhead, and a fluffy white cloud briefly dimmed the sunrays, casting a shadow across her men as it drifted across the azure sky.

  Arriving at the end of the dock, she curled her toes over the edge. Dropping her sunglasses at her feet, she slid her gaze from one husband to the other. “I’m ready for you to ease my…discomfort,” she purred.

  She kept her eyes on Kol and Mitch while massaging one of her slick breasts. The nipple tingled, and the weighty mound felt engorged, the skin satiny and smooth. She tweaked the areola, pinching and rolling it between her fingers while never taking her eyes off the two gawking hunks.

  Kol and Mitch licked their lips. It was a lot like being ogled by hungry wolves. Unmoving, predatory-like, they kept their prey in sight, incensing her further. They held the air in their lungs, their corded muscles tense as they waited for her to come to them, to do something besides standing there, continuing to tease them. Their unmasked, fevered perusals—double the fire, twice that of Kabana’s scalding heat—made her heart knock against her ribs and her breath clog in her lungs.

  A gust of wind blew into the lagoon and fluttered her long hair. Mixed with the coconut essence of the oil, she smelled salt on the air, and caught the distant chatter of dolphins out to sea. Palms swayed along the shore, aiding her in imagining she was a native Hawaiian woman on a sacrificial platform, offering herself up to two virile gods.

  Kol arched a single inky brow. “You’re ready? Again?”

  Mitch shook his head as if to clear away the sexual stupor he’d been in. He blinked, switching roles. “What exactly are you ready for, babe?”

  He really was quite the actor, Kiona decided with a smug smile. She knew damn well he understood what she intended, despite the fact she’d made it clear their first day on the island that she wanted to delay any…complete attention bestowed upon her in that…area. Even though the concept had intrigued and aroused her, and she knew what to expect since Kol had made anal love to her before, she’d feared trying two men at once for some odd reason. She’d allowed some touching and foreplay there, but it had intimidated her to think of including anal sex with normal sex in their three-way lovemaking.

  Double penetration, as it were.

  Would it hurt? Would it be too much stimulation too soon in their relationship? Would she disappoint them?

  Maybe. Maybe not. But there was only one way to find out…

  For some reason, today the thought of it made her shiver with anticipation rather than tense up with uncertainty. Yeah, so she guessed now that she’d become more familiar with Mitch, she was finally over that little hang-up and ready to embark on yet another journey in their marriage.

  Continuing his act of feigned bewilderment, Mitch turned away from Kol and faced her, the water lapping around his narrow waist. “Well? What is it that you’re ready for?”

  “As if you didn’t already know.” Her tone was husky, playfully scolding. “But just in case you don’t, I’d be glad to demonstrate…”

  She dove in and swam beneath the water. Her head spun, though she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol she’d consumed, what she was about to do, or the combination of lust and love that assailed her senses. Ahead, she could see them, their strong thighs side-by-side, their erections standing tall, and their balls swollen with arousal.

  Kol’s cock was slightly smaller than Mitch’s, she mused, swimming lazily through the cool water, gliding closer. Kiona had grown used to Kol’s size and gentle anal play. He knew just the right way to prepare her and make her want it rather than resist it as she had in the beginning. He’d seduced her, and eventually, with a thrilling sort of capitulation, she’d willingly allowed him to experiment on her with vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs. But while he’d trained her to crave attention in that area, she was worried she wasn’t quite ready for Mitch’s larger size invading her derriere.

  Baby steps, she thought, now arriving a mere foot away from Mitch and Kol. Yes, they had a lifetime ahead of them to experiment and take all those naughty little steps. The men had certainly engaged in their own anal wickedness and experimentation, and she’d been content and highly aroused just watching it. She’d been fine with merely being a link to it in their lovemaking, taking one man into her pussy while he accepted the other into him. The thought of what they’d already done, and what awaited her in mere m
inutes, made her entire body zing with sexual need.

  So it must be time.

  Kiona broke the surface face-first so that her hair slicked back away from her face. She wanted to see everything, bare it all, feel everything. Placing one hand on Mitch’s shoulder, she leaned away from him and captured Kol’s mouth with hers. He tasted of sharp whiskey and the macadamia nuts he’d been snacking on before diving into the cove’s crescent pool. She groped for Kol’s hand during the kiss and slid the condom into it. He pulled back, a lusty gleam of understanding in his eyes.

  Kol twined his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back—ah, yes, a little rough around the edges just the way she liked it—dipping his tongue between her lips. “Mmm, pineapple and rum. Addictive,” he added, tracing the tip of his tongue around her lips.

  Mitch floated closer and ducked, wrapping one arm around her lower hips. He straightened, lifting her until she became buoyant in the water. Pressing himself firmly against her belly, he stepped toward Kol and turned her so that her left side became trapped against him. Now sandwiched between two hard abdomens, she slid her arms around their necks and reveled in the tingling, throbbing sensation in her loins. Cool droplets dribbled over her shoulders and down over her bare breasts. Each nipple became a pert, aching arrow brushing against the faint hairs on their chests. She inhaled, catching their sea-salted scents, one cool and sophisticated, the other raw and untamed.

  “Let me have a taste,” Mitch insisted, claiming her mouth with his.

  Keeping one arm hooked around Kol, Kiona leaned into Mitch’s kiss, so moist, so sweet. Mitch tilted his head, opening his mouth wider. His tongue vibrated against hers when he moaned deep in his throat. Water splashed as he lifted his dripping-wet hands, stabbed his fingers into her sodden strands, and framed her face, forcing her lips to seal to his. His eyes were still open, and there was the adoring sparkle of forever in them. Simultaneously, their eyes fluttered shut, though the brilliance of the Hawaiian sun continued to light up her vision.

  It was at that vibrant, profound moment following that look in Mitch’s eyes that she heard the slosh of water. She popped one eye open and peered over Mitch’s shoulder. Kol swam around and levered himself up so he lay on his back atop the water and behind Mitch. His erection rested thick and hard against his taut, water-slicked abdomen. Kicking his feet to stay afloat, he tore the condom package with his teeth and quickly rolled the rubber down and over his cock.

  Mitch opened his eyes and tightened his hold on her, raining kisses over her jaw line, down along the side of her neck and her shoulder. Kol floated around toward her back while Mitch’s arms went around her. He held her up so that Kol could explore her shoulders and upper spine. Kol licked and sucked the water off her skin, his tongue and lips warm and satiny-soft everywhere he explored. His warm hands followed, reaching around to gently cup her breasts and tease her nipples as he went.

  She’d been floating on arousal, but Kiona needed more. She shivered and returned to Mitch’s mouth, wrapping her legs around his hips so that he was forced to face her. Kol kneaded the flesh along her spine and ribs, moving lower to her buttocks. At every simultaneous touch, every kiss and moan, goose bumps shimmered from her scalp all the way down to her ankles. The delicious sensations fired up nerves so intensely, she had to break free of the kiss, let her head drop back, and drag in a breath. Mitch tasted her neck, slurped down along her collarbone, and lifted one breast to his mouth. His tongue and teeth did sinful things to her nipple while Kol’s fingers started to play with her anus, preparing it in the way he always had, first with fluttering touches to begin arousing her, then with a flickering penetration of just the very tip of one finger.

  Maybe she’d imbibed in one too many mai tais, but it seemed as if her universe spun out of control, causing colorful bursts of gold to rain down behind her closed eyelids. Kiona sighed, smiling wickedly to herself. Was this what she had to look forward to the rest of her life? Total heaven? Complete and brazen indulgence?

  Though she didn’t have time to gloat at her own gluttonous question, she already knew the answer.

  Kol delved deeper beneath the water until his warm palms cupped her fleshy, greased rear. He growled, nipping the side of her neck with his teeth, stretching her cheeks apart with his hands. He moved closer, pressing his cock to one slick butt mound. Using the tanning oil to his advantage in both areas, he circled her anus with his finger while sliding his condom-covered shaft against her slippery flesh.

  “Are you sure, babe?” Kol murmured in her ear. “You sure you want us both at the same time?”

  Mitch reached up, curled one hand around Kol’s neck, and drew him closer. Three wet, panting mouths hovered together in a near-kiss. “Yes,” he growled, answering for Kiona. “She wants us both in more ways than one. In fact, she’s stuck with us. No name-only crap anymore. The contract says so.”

  He forced their lips together, and Kiona let out a guttural sigh as two male tongues searched her mouth simultaneously, their soft lips exploring and skating over hers, then each other’s, in the most erotic kiss she’d ever experienced.

  But Mitch’s words slowly permeated the sexual fog in her brain. “What?” she asked, pulling away. “The contract says what?”

  Mitch nuzzled at one side of her neck while Kol devoured the other. She tried to stave off the delicious feeling of being worshipped by two lovers at once. Her mind rewound to that first day she’d met Mitch at Jager’s house and they’d signed their name-only contract.

  “Before you arrived that day, I’d spoken on the phone with Jager about concerns that’d occurred to me. I wondered if our living apart might be uncovered by the media, or cause strain in the relationship that could begin to show to the public.” He shrugged, burying his nose in her damp hair. “I didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t give a real marriage a shot for the paparazzi’s sake at least. Wow, and meeting you in the flesh really sealed that decision for me. So with Jager’s help, I rewrote it to reflect that we were to at least try a true trial marriage first before the separate-lives, separate-beds shit was put into force. Then I printed up a new copy for you to sign—which being in such a hurry, you thankfully overlooked—and I left it up to Jager to advise you of the changes.”

  “You left it up to Jager? You coward,” Kiona squealed, shoving against him. “You know, I could get that contract voided very easily. It’s called misrepresentation, breach, cooersion, whatever I want to claim, would probably do.”

  He grinned. “But you won’t.”

  “You’re one cocky bastard, aren’t you?” Instead of allowing him to respond, she gave him a long, tongue-delving kiss.

  “Mmm, see. You wouldn’t do it.”

  “Okay, okay, I admit it. I won’t.” She narrowed her gaze on him. “You know, to this day, that asshole Jager has never once mentioned the changes in the contract to me.”

  “That’s because he was too damn busy trying to keep our secrets from your father. Then there was that photographer bitch. I’m sure she was a handful and a half who kept him from tying up all his loose ends.”

  “I’ll be damned,” Kol finally muttered with a conspiratorial grin. “Clever. You let her sign it without knowing if she knew of the changes or not.”

  Mitch pulled back and grinned boyishly. His eyes glowed with mischief. “Well, I did suggest she read it—which she did, but apparently she missed it since she was in such a hurry to get back to you.”

  “You’re such a deceitful jerk.” She giggled and slapped Mitch’s shoulder.

  “Pot and kettle here. Besides, you did say you loved Kol, so I assumed it would be a lost cause in the end, anyway. But remember…” Mitch winked, then his smile slowly vanished. His gaze locked with hers. He leaned in and kissed her softly, tenderly. She tasted saltwater and soaked up the heat of his body. The security of commitment and something warm and glowing seemed to wrap itself around her heart. “When we first made the agreement through Jager, neither he nor you told me about Kol here.�
�� He gave Kol a quick, apologetic kiss over her shoulder. “A man so hot, I can’t really blame you for keeping him to yourself.”

  Kol snuggled up behind her, wedging his cock in the crevice of her buttocks. Her ass was still slick from the waterproof oil, and the frictionless feel of it made her pussy engorge with the hot, heavy sensation of arousal. He skimmed his hands along her ribs, reaching farther still until he had both her and Mitch in a tight hug. He moaned, rocking his hips and sliding his shaft up and down, making her anus tingle.

  “Speaking of hot…” Kol murmured in her ear. “If we, um, don’t get past this contract shit very soon and get on with things, I’m going to combust.” Kol lifted her up and slid one hand down between her belly and Mitch’s. He closed his palm around Mitch’s cock eliciting a hiss and groan out of him, and aligned the tip with her pussy. Her limbs and torso shuddered in response to his tender ministrations, causing her bare labia to close around the head of Mitch’s manhood.

  Then Kol gripped her hips and gave a firm downward pull, impaling her with Mitch’s shaft. “Got it?” Kol asked on a growl.

  Water sloshed around her waist. She got a brief whiff of the coconut oil she’d slathered on her body. Her eyes crossed at the sudden carnal wakefulness permeating her loins. “Yes,” she whispered. “I definitely got it. How about you?”

  “Mmm,” Mitch moaned, the deep timbre of it mingling with the caw of seagulls overhead. She felt him twitch inside her. He held his breath and let it out in small hitching gasps.

  “Yeah, I’ve got you.” Kol pressed his chest to her back, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair. He pulled her head back and sucked along the pulse point below her ear sending shivers through every limb and cell of her body. Beneath the water, he gripped his cock with his free hand and circled it around her rectum.