by Lily Harlem
“You got that right.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and stepped onto the decking.
“You all right?” Aimery asked, holding a tall glass of tea chock full with ice and lemon.
“I’m fine,” I said with a smile. “Ryle just wants me to conserve the energy I have left.”
“Makes sense,” Aimery said, with a serious nod, though his eyes were filled with knowing.
“Here, rest a while,” Ryle said, setting me on the cabana bed.
I missed the feel of his solid body pressed against mine and looked at him hungrily as he straightened. I adored the width of his chest and the way his pecs were so defined. He had a small scar beneath his left nipple, a silvery line, and I’d wondered a few times what had wounded his tough skin but kept forgetting to ask. “Ryle—”
“Here, drink this,” Aimery said, handing me the tea.
I took it and slurped gratefully—the salty water and the exertion had made me thirsty.
“I’ll be back in ten,” Ryle said, jumping off the decking and creating a plume of sand around his feet.
“Where are you going?” I called.
“I’m going to swim around the island. Just make sure everything is as it should be.”
“Good idea,” Aimery said.
“Be careful,” I shouted.
He slowed his jog and turned around, moving backward. “You really think something could happen to me?”
“Well, perhaps and I…” I shrugged. “Just be careful. I want you back.”
“Sure thing, baby.” With another ten fast paces he was bounding into the water and then, seconds later, disappeared beneath the surface. His movements were swift and sure and considerably faster than when he’d been swimming with me.
“So we have a few minutes’ alone time,” Aimery said, slipping off his polo shirt and resting on the bed next to me. He stretched his long, dark-hair-coated legs out next to mine, though his feet came well beyond.
I drank the rest of my tea greedily then set the glass aside. My skin was almost dry already and little lines of salt sat on the surface. I knew I should head to the shower but couldn’t be bothered.
Instead I flopped backward on the pillow.
“Mmm, you look delicious,” Aimery said, ducking his head and swirling my nipple with his tongue.
“That feels delicious,” I said, a little sigh escaping as I ran my fingers through his hair. Tiny tremors of sensation tickled my breast and my nipple hardened for him. “We had alone time this morning too,” I said, thinking of the blowjob in the shower.
“Yes, I’m not likely to forget that in a hurry.” He looked up at me and set his attention on my mouth. “That was amazing, thank you.”
“No thanks necessary. I enjoyed myself.”
“Glad to hear it.” He pushed his mouth over mine and I opened up and let his tongue peek between my lips. “You have the sweetest taste,” he murmured. “The sweetest everything.” He scooped my breast into his palm and squeezed.
My whole body reacted to his touch. We’d fucked like crazy for three weeks, but still I couldn’t get enough of Aimery or Ryle, either alone or together. Sex with them was like a drug, the more I had the more I wanted. The high was never a disappointment. It was always a trip to ecstasy whether it was sweet and romantic or wild and flying on the edge of pain.
“Beatrice,” he whispered, his breath the same as the chilled breeze had been when I’d traveled on the boat. “I want you, again, please, now.”
“Yes,” I said, reaching for the button on his shorts. “I want you too, always.”
“You’ve got me for always.” He stared at me as I shoved his clothes down, releasing his cock and catching it in my palm. “I love you so much,” he said. “I never thought I would feel like this again…”
“After Natifa?”
“Yes.” There was the usual shard of pain in his eyes at her name, but when I stroked his cheek and rested my fingertip on his full bottom lip it vanished, and in its place a dark streak of desire appeared.
“You’ve filled a void in me that I don’t deserve filling,” he said.
I stroked up his shaft and swirled my fingers around the flare of his glans. “What do you mean?”
A muscle flexed in his cheek and his eyelids drooped. “A man like me shouldn’t be so lucky, and I thank Benedict every day that I was given this second chance.”
“What, with me?”
“Yes, with you. You are my everything, never forget that.” He lifted my hand from his erection.
“I won’t.”
With a quick yank, he removed my knickers and then his shorts and boxers from his feet. They landed on the decking with a quiet whump. Aimery lay back, his body pale but solid as metal. His cock stuck up straight, the head shiny and his deep slit already holding a blob of cool pre-cum.
I couldn’t control the great ball of lust that was growing in my belly. The need to feel him in me was like an obsession, a raging desire.
“Ride me,” he said, tugging my arm and urging me up and over him. “Please, let me watch you ride me with the sun on your face and the breeze in your hair.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I straddled his hips and rested my hands on his paving-slab-hard chest and looked down at my spread pussy just kissing the tip of his cock.
“Oh yeah,” he said, stroking my pubic hair and then dipping into my wetness. “Just sit down, take me.”
I was slick and ready for him, as always, and as soon as I’d positioned his crown at my entrance, I dropped my weight. The sensation of his shaft stretching me was exquisite and I shut my eyes and sat up straight so I could sink slowly, almost teasingly. Relishing the way I could feel his wide head sliding into me, stroking me internally, I held my breath, flung my head back and pushed my breasts up, showing him how hard he made my nipples.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, “simply beautiful.”
His words spurred me on and I sat completely down, adoring the absolute fullness and denseness of having his cock nudge my cervix. “Oh yes, yes,” I said, grinding my clit against his wiry pubic hair and catching the first luscious spark. “Oh, Aimery, it just gets better.”
“Yes, it does.” He covered my hands, holding my breasts with me. “You just get better. It suits you being here and not in London’s cold grime, working yourself ragged.”
I bobbed up and down, loving the chill of his cock on my hot insides. “I agree.” My pussy was clenching around him, hugging him tight. I dropped forward, wanting more pressure on my clit and my G-spot. “Oh yes, Aimery, like that, that’s it.” His chest was cold against my breasts and my nipples wrinkled further into tight little knots.
He held my face and stared at me, unblinking. “Take what you need,” he said, “I’m always going to have more for you.”
“Yes, yes,” I said, shifting my hips so that I rode his cock and dragged my clit against him at the same time.
“Hey, you started without me.”
A wet kiss landed on my right butt cheek.
“Mmm, sorry, Ryle,” I said, turning and wondering if he would want my mouth as I rode Aimery. “But you’re here now.”
“Yeah.” He tossed a strip of fudge-colored leathery cloth to the other side of the cabana. “Too right I am.”
I started to sit upright again, hoping for a cock down my throat.
“No, stay like that,” Ryle said, pressing his hand into the small of my back. “That’s perfect.”
Aimery ran his fingers into my hair as I sank low. My clit was beginning to throb hungrily. The urge to just fuck hard and fast and with total abandon was almost overwhelming. Aimery’s body was so hard and the temptation to rasp to release was wild and primitive.
“Such a fucking gorgeous arse,” Ryle said.
He was behind me, palming my cheeks, spreading them wide and exposing my cleft. The sea air was cool on my anus, the sun scorching on my back.
“Ryle,” I panted.
“It’s time,” he said, slipping a wet fing
er into my darkest hole, “to take us both, down here as we have all been dreaming of.”
“Yes,” Aimery said, looking at me intently. “It is time to claim this last piece of you.”
My sphincter quivered around Ryle’s invasion. The thought of having them both in me down there at the same time had played in my erotic imagination ever since Ryle had mentioned it weeks ago. But they hadn’t done it to me, even though I’d suggested it once. Ryle had said I needed more time with the plug to prepare me for a cock. He’d been happy to insert the plug for hours at a time on two occasions. Licking my pussy and making me come over and over until I begged for a rest, and then easing the plug in and out of my back passage until that had me hovering on orgasm too—a sweet torment that required his skillful tongue on my clit for me to find completion.
“Yes,” I said, bracing my hands on the pillow, either side of Aimery’s head. “Yes, please, I want you both, both my husbands to own me at the same time. That would be perfect.”
Ryle made a strange growling noise, left me briefly and then returned, the bed dipping under his movements. “Keep riding Aimery,” he said, “get yourself on the edge of orgasm.”
That was easy to do, a little too easy perhaps and I didn’t want to get to the finish line early.
As though sensing my dilemma, Aimery wrapped his hands around my waist and slowed my movements, pacing me so that I wasn’t building up and up, higher and faster but staying on a plateau. “Careful does it,” he said, “just live for the moment.”
“Yes,” I panted, “Yes, you’re right…oh….”
Ryle was working my back passage with his slippery lubed fingers. My pussy was gushing around Aimery.
I shivered in delight and trepidation.
“I think you need some of this too,” Ryle said.
A sudden stinging slap hit down on my left buttock.
I gasped and then groaned in bliss. Ryle knew I liked to mix a little slapping pain with my fucking these days. He’d been the reason I’d developed quite a taste for it.
“Oh yeah, red so quickly,” he said, delivering another whack to my right buttock.
I jerked as the pain infused my skin, blooming in my clit.
Aimery hissed in a breath, my sudden sharp movement had tugged on his cock.
“Perfect,” Ryle said. He wriggled his fingers in my anus and then stretched them apart until I gasped at the sharp discomfort. “You’re going to have to give me more than that,” he said. “My dick is big.”
“I know,” I said, nerves fluttering in my belly. “Please, but I want you now.”
Heat was radiating over my spanked buttocks, though his icy breath reduced the sting. “I want everything,” I gasped. “I want your cocks, your kisses, your hands on my tits and hitting my arse.” I struggled to hold in a demanding wail. “Please, now. I need this.”
Emotions surged within me. My arsehole was trembling for him.
“Here you go then,” Ryle said, his voice tight, “just bear down for me.”
Aimery locked his hands in my hair and held my head firm. “Keep fucking me,” he said, “keep that climb to orgasm going, it will help.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered.
The head of Ryle’s cock was nudging my tight little hole. It felt ridiculously wide and impossibly big.
“Shh,” Aimery soothed. “Do as he says, open yourself for him. It will be worth it.”
“I know,” I gasped. “I know it will be.” I had to do this. Taking them both was not just my dream but theirs too. We would all be together as one, our bodies joined.
“Ah, fuck yeah, just give me a little and I can do the rest,” Ryle said.
A sudden stinging slap hit down. I naturally clenched but when I relaxed Ryle took full advantage.
The head of his cock pried its way into me. Slowly, easing through that taut band of muscle.
“Oh, oh, ah…” I groaned, staring at Aimery and gaining strength from his beautiful face. “Oh, it’s so much.”
“So giving,” Ryle said, “you’re opening beautifully, just push down for me, it will help ease the way.”
I wasn’t sure if he’d ever make it into my back passage, he felt so big. But I did as he said, pushed my sphincter against his width and he began a slow slide into my depths.
I held my breath and gritted my teeth. My clit spasmed and my pussy contracted around Aimery’s cock.
“Ah, yeah,” Ryle said, gripping my hips and keeping me just where he wanted me. “You’re so hot in here, hotter than anywhere else in your body. It’s fucking fantastic.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I can take you, not all the way,” I said and then groaned as the burn intensified in my tormented ring. He’d sunk even deeper and his shaft was so broad. “Oh, Ryle, please, no more.”
“It’s okay,” Aimery said. “You always knew it would be like this, it’s fine. We’ve got you.”
“I need, I need…”
“What? Tell me what you need.” he said.
I stretched my neck and stared at the odd bit of material Ryle had brought back to the villa. “I need you to bite me, both of you, bite me now. Make me come, please. I need it so badly.”
Aimery made a rumbling noise low in his throat and his fangs slid down. Sharp and pointed they lay over his normal teeth, jutting his top lip forward and slightly upward. I’d been alarmed when I’d first seen them. Now they represented pleasure, the ultimate sensation, bliss beyond my wildest dreams.
“Yes,” I said, “please, take my blood.”
The whips of fire in my arsehole were extreme, as was the solidness in my rectum.
“Ah, baby, me too,” Ryle said, moving over me and his chest resting on my back. “I’m going to bite you as well, get ready.”
He shoved to maximum depth and his balls mashed into me and around Aimery’s sac.
I cried out, edgy discomfort mixing with bliss and a certainty of our isolation allowing me to set free my vocal needs.
Two sets of fangs bit into my neck, Ryle on the right, Aimery on the left. Blistering heat surged into my veins. I was on fire, the inferno within tossing me higher.
The yell peeling from my throat petered out. My whole body convulsed, a wonderful ride to orgasm within reach. We were a writhing mass of bodies with me sandwiched in the middle, thumping and whacking into each other. Me on Aimery, Ryle in me, Aimery taking what he could.
My insides were stuffed full, two fat, cold cocks driving me upward, owning and possessing me. My men were feeding hungrily, sustaining themselves on my blood. Each gulp seemed to send them into more of a fucking frenzy. Each draw took me higher and higher until the topple over the edge began to frighten me.
Could I survive the fall into orgasm? My pussy and anal channel were so stuffed full. I was dizzy, lightheaded.
Suddenly I was there. The pressure couldn’t be contained another second. I tensed until I was sure my body was as stony-hard as theirs. A wild moan ruptured up from my chest and swirled around me, filling my ears as loud as my pulse was. Awareness of anything except pleasure ceased.
“Ah, yeah,” Aimery shouted, pulling off my neck and frantically finding my mouth. “Baby, I’m coming.”
“Me…too.” We kissed, wildly, the taste of my blood flooding my tongue.
Ryle released my neck too and the heat abated, but not so my climax. It was rolling on and on.
Ryle pulled back and my pussy clenched on Aimery’s cock.
Wave after wave of cresting and ebbing pleasure washed through me.
Ryle shoved in, Aimery eased out. The seesawing rhythm satisfied every lusty nerve in my body and kept me coming and my nerves firing out heavenly sensations.
“Yes, that’s it, fuck me,” I shouted into Aimery’s mouth. “Both of you, now, oh…don’t ever stop.”
“We won’t,” Ryle said hoarsely. “Fucking never.”
Aimery was grunting, his eyes had screwed up tight and his cock was as solid as it ever went.
A blast of coldness told m
e he’d released his load. I relished the moment of Aimery giving up control the same way I always did and I clutched his hair in my fist and ravished him with my mouth.
Ryle sat upright, growling, grunting, groaning his pleasure and forging into me with a force that would have sent me flying had he and Aimery not been holding me firm.
“I’m there,” he shouted then wailed as he released his cum into my arse. More cold swilled into me, soothing the fire that was showing no signs of fading.
I was dazed with the strength of my orgasm, floating but at the same time anchored around rock-solid muscle. Wet juicy sounds emerged from our bodies. Slick cum squelched noisily as we carried on dragging out the bliss of our joining.
My pussy was spasming and my arsehole clenching. My neck was raging with the urgency of their feed. I shoved my buttocks back harder into Ryle, barely knowing what to do with my body.
“I’ve got you,” Aimery said. “It’s okay, just let it go.”
I did as he asked, accepted the absolute control my release had and surrendered to it. Splinters of light flashed before me, the fullness of two cocks, still pumping, bulldozed me into another dimension where only bliss existed.
“Ah, baby, yeah, keep squeezing my cock. Your little anus looks so cute.”
Finally my cries reduced to whimpers and a warm blanket of satiation wrapped around me. I became aware of the Caribbean sun overhead and the soothing noises Ryle was making as he stroked his fingers down my back in little concentric circles.
I smiled, reached for Aimery’s mouth and wiped a slick of scarlet from beneath his bottom lip. His fangs were away and he had the look of satisfaction on his face.
“That was everything and more,” Ryle said, easing out of my arse with a gentle popping sensation. “You feel incredible in there. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“I second that,” I said, struggling to get my breathing to slow down.
“I’ll third it,” Aimery said, lifting me off his cock and settling me over him in a tight embrace.
I was exhausted, drained, as I always was after a fuck and a feed. But it was a wonderfully pleasant feeling that made me feel whole, needed and loved.
Ryle kissed my sweat-damp shoulders, the shell of my ear and then sought out my mouth. “I love you, baby,” he said. “More than anything else in the world.”