by Heather Long
Leaning against the railing with the breeze pulling at my hair, I pushed my sunglasses up and grinned at him. “Hey.”
“You planning on changing?” Just a hint of concern in his eyes and the dip of his smile. He worried. They all did.
“Yep,” I told him as I pushed away from the railing. “Want to watch?”
Laughing, he spread his arms, and his expression lightened again. “Duh.”
Five minutes later, he’d surrendered his amusement for outright lust, and I had to admit, my nipples beaded at the way he raked his gaze over me.
“I changed my mind,” he said. “I say we stay in.”
When I’d first tried on this suit, I’d been uncertain, even as I loved the way the black bandage suit fit me. It was snug and high on my hips, with two bands of thin fabric connecting it to the top that cupped my breasts and made them look a bit bigger than they really were. It bared just as much skin as a bikini, maybe a tad less, yet it looked way sexier in my opinion. Coop’s reaction just cinched it.
Laughing, I pivoted to grab my sunglasses off the dresser, and his groan sent shivers up my spine. “You’re killing me.”
With a teasing look over my shoulder, I said, “You’ll live.”
“Mean,” he called after me as I headed out of the room. “Really mean.”
Downstairs, Jake yelled, “What’s mean?” He appeared at the bottom of the stairs, mouth open to say something, and then seemed to freeze as I descended. Oh, they definitely knew how to make me feel good about my choice. Rachel had been extremely complimentary, but this was a whole new level. “Fuck. Me.”
“Later,” I promised as I reached the next to the last step and brushed a kiss to his jaw. “Beach first.”
“Hot, right?” Coop said from above as I circled around Jake. Him in swim trunks was a good look, all hard packed muscle that rippled along his back as I trailed a finger over him. I made it three steps before Jake’s groan sounded almost as agonized as Coop’s had been. “I already called dibs,” Coop continued, and Jake laughed.
“You don’t mind sharing.”
“No, I definitely don’t,” Coop said, and as I grinned at Archie and Ian, who were both standing next to the doors leading out to the path that would take us to the beach. They had towels and looked damn good in their own swim trunks. “But I have a feeling it’s gonna be a race tonight to see who gets there first. Or our girl is going to get a hell of a workout.”
Not for the first time, it hit me that I got all four of them. They all loved me. I loved them. I got to touch them. They touched me. And while I was always aware of how attractive they were, I didn’t think about just how hot they really were until right this moment. My pussy clenched tight around the sudden feeling of emptiness, and my already beaded nipples grew almost painful.
Maybe Coop was on to something, but I’d just put on the suit. I figured we should see the beach at least once, because currently, I was considering how I could work out holding all four of them hostage. Somehow, I didn’t think it would be all that difficult.
“You look great, babe,” Archie told me as he did a little twirl with his finger, and I paused just out of arm’s reach to do a little spin. Their groans of appreciation bolstered my ego, no lie, and I grinned as I faced them, just as Jake plastered himself to my back.
“She looks better than great. I don’t know that I want to share just how good she looks.”
“We’re not sharing,” Ian told him firmly. “She can wear whatever she wants and the rest of the world can look, but they don’t get to touch.”
“Hmm.” Jake didn’t sound like he disagreed as he pressed a kiss to my throat. “You guys head on down, we’ll join you later.”
“Uh uh,” I scolded, despite how interested I was. “I wanna see the beach.” Spring break. The five of us away together. The sun. The sand. The ocean.
“Fine,” Jake grunted as he walked us forward. “Can you see it from here?”
Laughter rippled through all of us, and I elbowed him. His exaggerated ‘oof’ just made me smile though. “C’mon,” I said, catching his hand as I pulled away. “I’ve been dying to see this since Archie announced we were going to run away like normal teens for the holiday.” The beach and spring break went hand in hand, right?
I hadn’t bothered with shoes. The swimming pool was beautiful, but didn’t hold the allure of the water or the sand. While the beach wasn’t empty, it wasn’t crowded either. Another perk to a semi-private beach, I guessed. Either way, I didn’t pay attention to the other groups as I reached the gate. Archie made it a half-step ahead of me and popped it open. He snagged my fingers, interlocking them before we stepped over the warm sidewalk and then onto the sand itself.
As soon as I hit it, I curled my toes against the coarseness. It wasn’t super soft, but it wasn’t hard either. It was definitely warm after being in the sun. The guys trailed along with us and we dropped our towels and a bag down about ten feet from the water.
Head tilted back, I let the sun hit my face, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Not when Archie lifted my hand to kiss, or when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. All the tension of the last few weeks kind of melted away.
“Stay just like that,” Coop said, and then there was a telltale shutter sound from his phone. When I opened my eyes, I found him grinning at me as he snapped photos of us.
“You done?” Ian asked.
“Yep. I’ll upload it to the cloud later.”
“Fantastic.” Suddenly, Ian scooped me up, one arm beneath my knees and the other wrapped around my back. I gripped his shoulders and stared up at his wild grin. “Ready, Angel?”
“Ready for…?” The answer to my question hit me, even as he started moving. Oh shit. He didn’t slow until we plowed into the surf rolling in, and I landed in the salty water. It was bracing and a little chilly, but I couldn’t stop laughing. We hadn’t gone that deep, but the water foamed where it hit us, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Perfect,” he murmured and then dipped his head. I arched to meet his kiss, the soft caress of his lips on mine a delight. He’d brushed his teeth, the minty freshness sweet as he swept his tongue in to stroke mine. Hot palms cupped my ass as the water buffeted us. “Hold your breath,” he warned against my lips a split second before someone hit us lightly and we went a little deeper and then under the water.
I was laughing and spluttering as I emerged. Jake and Ian were wrestling in the water, and I laughed as I climbed to my feet. It was still chilly, but I didn’t care. We were at the beach, and I threw my head back and whooped before I leapt on Jake’s back. It didn’t take long for Archie and Coop to join us, and then it was a five-way tussle for dominance. Or maybe a four-way tussle for who had me on their back while they wrestled with the others.
My sides hurt from laughing by the time I stumbled back onto the warm sand. The breeze was a little chilly on my damp skin, but I didn’t care. I staggered over to the towels and sank down to sprawl against the oversized one they’d pinned down. Eyes half-closed, I soaked up the last few rays of the sun.
“Hey, gorgeous,” an unfamiliar voice greeted me, and I glanced up to find a stranger with a smile grinning down at me.
“Taken,” I informed him, and then pointed to the ocean without looking. “And my boyfriends aren’t fans of strangers.”
He raised his hands. “Damn, just being polite.”
“Great,” Jake called. “Be polite somewhere else.”
Right on time. My hero.
I grinned, and the guy above me backed out of sight. “No harm, no foul.”
A moment later, Jake replaced him in my view, and he gave me a once over before glaring off in the direction I suppose my erstwhile visitor had vanished toward.
“I told him I was taken,” I informed him. “No need to look so fierce. He didn’t push his luck.”
“Pfft, he pushed it the minute he made a beeline for you.” Raking a hand through his damp hair, he dropped to sit on the oversized t
owel blanket. The scatter of cool drops hit me as he traced a finger down my cheek. “You good?”
Oh, I was more than good. “Where are the boys?”
“Still swimming.”
A shiver raced through me. “Want to go back and shower?” I looked at him from beneath my lowered lashes, and his grin was fierce. One minute, I was on my back, the next, I was over his shoulder and he was racing up the sand.
I laughed so hard that I worried I was going to puke. There were whistles from the guys and a half-hearted “Hey,” but Jake didn’t slow down except to wipe his feet on the mat. Upstairs, he only set me down in the shower, then ducked in with me, suit and all, as he turned on the water.
The first spray was cold, and I yelped, but Jake swallowed the sound with a kiss, all fierce teeth and tongue. My suit vanished along with his. The water was barely warm before he had us rinsed off, and then a rough run of a towel over each of us. I did my best to help, but I got caught up exploring the dips and lines of his muscles as I alternated between rubs of the towel and tracing my tongue over his skin.
Every part of me shivered and tensed. I couldn’t get over just how beautiful he was. They all were, but for some reason, it delighted me on this primitive level and I wanted to mark him up as mine. Abruptly, I pushed my hands against his chest, even as he cupped my breasts and teased my aching nipples. My whole body vibrated with need for him.
“What’s wrong, Baby Girl?” The roughness in his voice echoed the feeling in my soul, but I just shook my head and tried to manhandle him into turning around. Bless him, he did, and I groaned at the way the muscles in his back bunched and shifted and then fixed on the dark lines of the tattoo with my name in the center.
I pressed a kiss to it and then scraped my teeth against his flesh, sinking them into the muscle just below it. His groan punched right through me. “You bite me again, Baby Girl, and I’m going to bite you right the fuck back.”
Taking that offer, I let him go to turn around and then stared up at him as I laved my tongue over one of his flat nipples before biting down just above it and sucking a hickey into his flesh. At his harsh, indrawn breath, I grinned and ran my hands up over his chest. I didn’t get another bite in because Jake settled his hands on my hips and lifted me.
Wrapping my legs around him, I groaned under the sensual assault of his mouth plundering mine, even as his dick rubbed against my damp pussy. Oh, the clench was back, and the bite of his fingers into my flesh had me grinding against him with every step on the way to the bed. He fell backward, one hand sinking into my wet hair to keep me still as I writhed against him.
I wanted more. Everywhere my skin rubbed against his, I wanted more. The ache inside of me had turned into a violent need, and he barely let me get a breath as his tongue thrust against mine. When he kissed a path down my throat, I let out a cry, but it only escalated when he urged me higher, and then one hot hand cupped a breast as his mouth closed over the other nipple. The combination of hot, wet sucking with laves of his tongue against the pinching twist of his fingers made me want to scream.
I stretched a hand between us and wrapped it around the thick length of his dick. I swore it pulsed against my palm as I cupped him and then began to stroke. His moans encouraged me to squeeze him a little tighter, even as he sucked my nipple against his teeth with a force that had tears filling my eyes, while my pussy clenched and a rush of warmth and wetness raced between my thighs.
With one stroke of his head along my labia, I teased my own clit, but Jake didn’t let go of my breasts, and my cries were coming in shorter, sharper bursts, then he ran a hand down to my hips and pushed me down. I didn’t need any other encouragement, I sank all the way down on him.
Even as wet as I was, there was a burn and a stretch. Mouth open, I tilted my head back as he filled me, and then his hand landed with a crack against my ass. I clenched down on him so tight, he finally released my nipple with a wet pop as I gave a little scream.
“You like that?” he asked on a hot breath as he slapped my ass again and earned the same result. Yes, I liked that. I sank my fingers into his damp hair as I began to rock against him. Every roll of my hips brought me up, and the slap of his hand against my ass had me sinking back down. The sounds escaping him were as desperate and hungry as my own.
We seemed to take turns kissing each other, alternating between a harsh exchange of breath and a soul-searing plunder of each other. Need for him turned into a violent pulse that drew tighter and tighter until I slammed down, and the cracking sound of his palm lit me up nearly as much as the sharp heat and sting on my flesh.
When Jake ripped his mouth away, I tilted my head back and let him go so I could brace my hands behind me on his thighs. The corded muscles in his thighs clenched as I dug my fingers in. The change in angle sent sparks up my nerves as he dragged me back down with every pump. It was wild, frenetic, and desperate in a way it hadn’t been in a while.
Every thrust sent another cry out of me, and when he circled my clit with his thumb, I tripped over the edge. The scream I released was raw, and then I was on my back as he powered into me. Even the soft feel of the sheets against my ass added another layer of stinging sensation. When he pinned my wrists, I swore I came undone, lifting my hips in desperation, and the world turned into nothing but sensation, heat, and the feel of him pulsing over me and inside of me.
He came with a harsh cry of his own. The warmth of him filling me sparked a fresh wave of tears, but not as many as how the harsh bite of his kiss turned soft and tender. The moment elongated, suspended there for a breathless length of time before he collapsed with a shudder and buried his face against my throat. I clenched around him, my internal muscles spasming.
The eddies of pleasure left me languid and replete. Some distant part of my mind acknowledged the fact my ass still stung and my thighs burned. Jake was heavy but in all the best ways, and he stayed inside of me, even as he began to soften. I didn’t want the moment to end. A breeze carrying the scents of sand and salt cooled my sweaty skin.
Belatedly, I turned my head toward the double doors I’d left open. A bird cried in the distance. A faint hum of voices accompanied the steady rush of water to shore, and a laugh fell out of me.
“I hope our neighbors didn’t mind the show,” I whispered, and Jake began to shake, the huff of his laughter against my throat a delight.
“Coop probably got popcorn,” he teased.
“Nope,” Coop said, and I turned my head toward the open door where he, Ian, and Archie stood, all still in their swim trunks, damp and delicious from being outside, and I clenched around Jake again, even as he hissed. “Didn’t want to miss anything.” Coop’s absolutely unrepentant grin delighted me almost as much as the fact both Ian and Archie were still there.
More, they both wore naked want on their faces. They weren’t Coop, watching wasn’t normally their thing, and yet they hadn’t moved away. Jake rolled off me slowly with a groan, pulling free with another hiss as I tightened. The clenching came with its own wave of spasms. Coop dipped his head to look over me, and when I curled my fingers, he grinned.
“Player three entering the game?”
“After player three takes a shower,” Jake told him, sprawling next to me with an air of smug satisfaction and repletion, utterly unconcerned by his nudity or mine. As much as I’d begun to treasure that possessive nature of his, I loved even more that he put it away when it was just all of us. Me and the guys I loved.
When Coop vanished into the bathroom, I looked back to where Archie and Ian stood, and then Archie pushed away from the door to walk over to the bed.
“That was hot, babe,” he told me before planting a hand next to me, and then his mouth was on mine. There was no hesitation or reticence, he chased my tongue with a fervor. The salty kiss had me curving upward, ready to chase him, but he sucked my lower lip out and then let go. “Play with Coop,” he whispered. “Bubba and I are going to get the grill fired up.” Even as he spoke, he traced his fingers do
wn to my breasts and toyed with them.
The weight of two other stares on me was a very present thing, but even more was the fact Archie seemed even more turned on than off.
“Then I want to test our video game theory after dinner.”
Oh.
Fuck.
“I’d like that,” I said with a shuddering breath as he slid his fingers between my legs. “Do you want me naked or in a dress?”
I didn’t miss either Jake or Ian’s indrawn breaths. Archie circled my swollen clit before he dipped his fingers lower, and I swore he was playing with Jake’s cum, pushing it deeper into me as he speared his fingers inside.
“Dress,” he decided after a moment, curving his fingers until my whole body lifted from the bed. “Just be naked under there so when that hot pussy is wrapped around my cock, I can feel every inch of you. They can imagine what it’s like to have you clenching down on my dick like you are my fingers, all warm, wet, and swollen. I bet Jake takes you again after Coop, or maybe they both will.” Every word sent a pulse through me. “So you’ll be so hot and tight when I fuck up into you. Then we’ll see who the better player is…or maybe I’ll just fuck you nice and slow while they have to keep their focus on the game.”
Had I mentioned how much I loved his mouth and the fact that he kept pumping his fingers into me? When he applied pressure with his thumb, it was like we were back in that dressing room as he fucked me with his hand and his words, seducing me, and when I thrust up to meet him, he grinned. “That’s it, babe, make yourself come on my hand while they watch.”
Heat scorched every inch of me, but I did exactly what Archie asked, aware of Jake stroking his dick next to me and Ian watching me with fire in his eyes.
I really didn’t think I’d be seeing that much of the beach this weekend.
When the orgasm I’d been chasing crashed over me, Archie swallowed my scream with a lingering kiss before he raised his damp fingers to my lips and I cleaned them.
“Fuck,” Coop said from somewhere in the room, and I shivered.