by Demi Alex
“She likes to play in the dungeons,” Luca explained. “We’ll stay and watch them for a few minutes. It won’t take long.”
The blonde kept her eyes open, but didn’t raise her gaze to the man’s whose balls slapped against her chin. He pounded so fast and I wondered how she didn’t gag. He was going to come before the first guy, who continued to thrust beneath her skirt. The two men met gazes, the face of the man at her mouth strained with his release. He cupped her chin with his hand, keeping her mouth closed, then thrust deep and stilled.
I could see the effort in her eyes, maybe even the shine of tears, as she swallowed his cum, yet she thanked him and her tongue flicked over his tip as his cock popped from her mouth. He looked over at the lone drinker and tilted his head.
The guy from behind slapped her ass and upped the tempo of his assault. Once, twice, and then he growled a loud ‘fuck’ impaling her for a final time. Wiping the sweat from above his brows, he bent and made of show of biting the pink flesh of her butt. “You’re a tight little cunt considering you’re such a slut.”
He’d pulled out, the thick length glistening with her juices, and his seed filling the tip of the condom. “Is your ass ready to be fucked?”
“Yes, please.” She lifted a bit off the stool, spreading her legs further and presenting herself to the man.
Wow. She had guts. Two guys at once. And now, she was going to let him take her ass…a place I’d never trusted to a man. It had to hurt. And, how was he going to get it back up to fuck her again? Fuck because what was happening didn’t look like making love.
Mr. Condom-still-on also nodded to the guy at the end of the bar. Then, he stroked his fingers over her, wetting her backside with her cream, before he sank two fingers into her cunt, and pumped in long sure strokes until her breasts were bright pink from heat and she panted her own need for release. He spread more of her cream up her seam and with his fingers back inside her, then buried his thumb in her ass.
She yelped, and the lone drinker laughed. The blonde remained on the stool, as the first to come swiveled it slowly, turning her still fingered backside, to the lone drinker. Then he dropped to the floor in front of her and twisted her nipples until she cried out in pain. Only then did he release his hold and take one in his mouth, baring his teeth as he bit.
“I’m not sure I want to watch more,” I said, turning in Luca’s embrace. “I feel bad for her. Like they’re using her as a receptacle.” A wet slap rung in the humid air and chills prickled the back of my neck. I burrowed against Luca. “I’m not enjoying this anymore.”
“They are,” he confirmed, draping his arm over my shoulder and fitting my face against his chest. “And she likes it, Lora. She also likes pain. There are all types in this resort, and there are no limits or judgment. The guy at the end of the bar is her husband. He likes to loan her out.”
“Pain is not fun,” I replied, burrowing further into him.
“That’s good to know.” He placed a bottle of water in my hands and bent to thread an arm beneath my knees. Lifting me like I weighed nothing at all, he cradled me against his chest, and kissed my forehead, sighing softly. “We panicked when we learned you were on the way here. That’s why Mark was so livid earlier. We didn’t know what we’d find. I couldn’t stand for you to be hurt. None of us could.”
“I’m not hurt,” I said, settling my head against him. “Overwhelmed, but not hurt. I came to lose my inhibitions and make some serious decisions.”
“Good. You can do that now. Back in our suite.”
“I have a room,” I said. “It’s number—
“We have adjoining two bedroom suites,” he interrupted. “You are not staying anywhere but with us. Your belongings have already been moved into one of the masters.” Determined, and with a tight hold, he strolled over the grounds and toward the main building. “That may have been too much for your first night, but you need to know where you’ve decided to vacation.”
Chapter Eight
“He doesn’t cherish her,” I whispered.
“What was that?” Luca asked, dropping a kiss on my forehead.
I wanted to argue with Luca’s previous statement. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t too much, I just didn’t like it. The blonde was a receptacle for their dicks, and none of them, especially not her husband, seemed to love her.
“It’s not that it was too much,” I said, snuggling closer. “She was enjoying the act all right. I just felt bad that they didn’t show her any care. Like they didn’t really love her.”
“They probably didn’t know her, Lora. Her husband asked them to treat her like that. He gets off on it, and she enjoys the sex. It’s sex for sex. And as for the rest, some people, women and men, beg for humiliation and pain.”
“The guy made her pull off his condom with her teeth. He was flaccid and forcing her to suck him clean. I don’t like that.”
“Duly noted, sweetheart.” Luca entered the main building and took the staircase. I knew the man was in great shape, but I marveled at how effortlessly he moved with me in his arms. He wasn’t even breathing heavily from the effort of carrying me through the grounds. I was exhausted from the day and totally grateful for his care. “You liked the play, though?”
Nodding, I burrowed into his chest and closed my eyes. I didn’t want him to read the embarrassment I felt over the interest I truly had. Trying to understand what my body had reacted to, while in Luca’s arms, was like trying to put out a fire with kerosene
Luca stopped walking and I looked up as large double doors opened, and he placed me on my feet inside the threshold. Jake’s arm curled around my waist and his large hand pushed the hair off the side of my face.
“Good to see you,” Jake said, his voice gruff with obvious relief. He held me tight against his side, kissed the top of my head, and guided my tired body to the seating area. “It took you a long time. I missed you, Bella.”
“We took it slow, relaxed a little, and enjoyed the scenery,” Luca explained. “A few people stayed after the pool party was over and got down to business.”
“And?” Mark asked, strolling out from a small kitchen area with a bottle of water in hand. He wore only a comfortable looking pair of jeans low on his waist, his chest sculpted and cut like I’d always imagined, and his feet bare. He’d asked Luca, but he looked directly at me, and suddenly my body forgot about the fatigue as the electric current on my nerves amped higher. Mark wasn’t one to avoid an issue, and he was about to up the ante on my vacation.
“Our Lora has a need for some adventure. Curious and responsive to the environment, but she was unhappy with the degradation we witnessed.”
“They were nasty to her,” I said in my defense. “Like she was—like she didn’t matter.”
“Would it have changed how you felt if she mattered to them?” Jake asked, sitting on the couch beside me and squeezing my knee with strong and comforting fingers. Damn, these men knew me so well. They anticipated my reactions and emotions, and they were obvious about their almost arrogant understanding. “If they made the effort to please her?”
Still watching me, Mark drank the whole bottle, tossed the empty into a trashcan, and sat on an oversized chair. He never looked away from my face. He wanted an answer.
“I think so,” I finally managed.
“Come here, Lora,” Mark said, patting his lap and opening his arms, maintaining my gaze the whole time.
And let the games begin. Mark was done observing.
I uncurled from Jake’s easy embrace and dropped my feet to the floor. While forcing my legs to work, the idea of being up against Mark’s bare chest raced my pulse and enticed my senses to a level of anticipation I’d never felt before. The truth was I wanted to feel his skin against mine and to be held in his arms for so long, that I expected I’d lose myself on contact.
I did.
His hand closed on the curve of my hip and he guided me down to his lap, and in a smooth and natural glide, my cheek came to rest on his shoulde
r as he trailed an assuring touch up my body and ended with his fingers caressing my nape.
“Lorabella, you don’t possess an insouciant bone in your beautiful body, and you don’t make a single move without thinking of the consequences. You came here because of the hedonistic offerings of the resort.” Mark paused long enough to the lift my chin and kiss my mouth. Quick and passionate, he slipped past my lips and let me savor the feel of his tongue, before he sucked on mine and pulled it into his mouth. Satisfied when I reciprocated, allowing myself to taste and explore his mouth, he ended the kiss with a nip on my lower lip, with no frills to allow any thoughts of weakness.
“I’m done waiting,” Mark continued. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you, but when you spoke of your situation, and you made it obvious you were unavailable. I respected your position, and I respected you when you were finally available, but hurting. As you know, patience is a sparse thing for me, but when it came to you, I had it abundance. The reason—I must admit—was a very selfish and logical one. I wanted you to come to me.”
I stared into his determined eyes, knowing that our relationship had changed, and knowing that I’d underestimated Mark’s understanding of my heart.
“Breathe,” he instructed, placing his hand over my heart and jumpstarting it with his heat.
“On your first day of work, I walked into Mark’s office and echoed his exact sentiments,” Jake added. “But you were with that jackass. Neither one of us could have you.”
“I wanted to know why Mark had hired you,” Luca said. “I may have not been an attorney at that time, but the temptation of having you in such proximity on a daily basis had lawsuit written all over it.” He sat on the couch, closest to where my feet were, and unbuckled my sandals. Dropping them to the floor, he ran his hands beneath the soles of my feet and massaged each of my toes as he spoke. “Like Mark said, when the asshole was out of the picture, you were wounded. Not ready for a relationship. And we had our own problem. We each wanted a relationship with you.”
Damn. It wasn’t a one-way street. They felt it, too.
“Even more of a problem was the fact that we couldn’t decipher your feelings,” Jake said, handing me a fresh bottle of water and sliding his palm down the side of my face. “Once things had settled for you, it seemed like we got crossed signals. There were times when I knew you and I were meant—
“But so did I,” Luca interjected.
“As I did,” Mark finished. “We accepted it and once again waited for you to sort through those feelings. The three of us have been friends since we were kids, and we weren’t about to make a mistake with the woman who was meant for one of us.” He closed his fingers around my fist and raised it to his lips.
“We all wanted you. Want you.”
“We agreed to let you choose and to respect your choice.”
“But,” Mark said forcefully, “You chose to come here and explore your sexuality. I’m not letting you do that with any other man. It’s going to be one of us. We’re not letting you go.”
My mind fought to process their words quickly, but the loud thumping of my heart interfered. Overwhelmed by not only their presence, but with the information on their feelings and intentions, I rubbed my fingers on my temples and attempted to smooth the lines I knew had formed on my forehead. “I don’t know.”
“I know,” Mark said. “There is no other choice, Lora. It’s one of us three.”
I shook my head, worrying my lips. “That’s not what I mean. For years, I’ve grown more attached to each of you. You’re the most amazing men I’ve ever met. I don’t want to make a mistake and screw this up.”
“You can’t screw this up, Bella. We’re all here because of you.”
“What if I can’t choose?”
The muscle by Mark’s temple twitched. His intense blue gaze studied me, but he didn’t speak. He held me, stroked long fingers over my bare skin, and then finally bent to place a kiss on my forehead. “It’s okay, baby. We don’t want you to feel pressured. We’re here for the week to help you decide. You do what your heart desires, as long as it’s with us. We have all agreed to deal with our feelings of the outcome.”
“Don’t choose,” Jake emphasized, taking my hand between his palms. “Give us each a chance to show you how we feel and let you discover how you feel. You’ll know when it’s right with one of us.”
How the Hell was I supposed to know? Luca, Mark, and Jake all felt right. All made my body hum and my heart swell with pleasure. “And what if it’s all of you?”
“Then you’ll be a busy lady,” Luca said, a smile turning up the side of his mouth. “We have rather healthy sexual appetites, and you sweetheart, will be facing all three of us. You’re going to be very tired until you decide.”
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I had an opportunity women only dreamed of with these very attractive, ultra-testosterone filled, men, and I didn’t have the tools to please any of them. “I’m frigid. I’m not good at making love.”
“What?” A storm brewed in Mark’s eyes, and his fingers pressed into my hips. “Who the fuck fed you that lie?”
“It’s not a lie,” I whispered, looking at my pink toenails. “I’ve never had an orgasm with a man. I’m not a sensual woman.”
“Oh, sweetheart. That’s just bull. You’re far from frigid,” Luca said. “You went up in flames from just a tiny bit of play a few minutes ago. Trust me, I was there.” He smiled and gave me a knowing wink. “Your heat scorched a direct path to my groin, and I thought we’d never make it back to the suite if you kept responding the way you did.”
Little butterflies celebrated in my stomach, and I couldn’t contain the happy dance. Warmth flooded my body and a sense of longing for more filled me.
Luca stood in front of Mark and held out his arms. “Give her to me, please.”
Mark swallowed past his Adam’s apple, breathing heavy and deep, but didn’t release me.
“Come on, Mark. Give her to me,” Luca repeated, still holding out his arms. “She can’t go on believing it’s her. I’m going to put an end to that lie, and prove it was the fucking asshole that had the problem. Not. You. Sweetheart, you’re beautiful, sensual, and are absolutely going to climax. In fact, I consider it an honor to be your first.”
I blinked back the humiliation. There was no way to make this okay.
“Now that I know, I’m going to make it right for you. Better. And Mark and Jake can be with us, if you prefer. Your pleasure is what matters.”
I must have looked shocked, because they all stopped talking and stared at me. Realizing I was holding my breath, I forced a quick inhale. Luca was willing to let Mark and Jake watch, to be there, to do anything I wanted. My pleasure was what mattered.
“What happens here, stays here,” Jake added. “When we return to New York, only the relationship with the one you choose will have changed. The other two will love and respect you as we always have. Trust us to treat you right.”
“I found you. You’re my responsibility, and I’ll make it right.” Mark rose to his feet. Testosterone bounced off the walls of the spacious suite as each of the men gathered around me. “I’ll carry her to the bedroom. We all decided a long time ago that Lora is worth anything it takes. No judgment. No fall out. Baby,” he said, looking down at me, “let your heart and body lead. Trust us.”
“Together?” I bit my lower lip to keep it from trembling, but once Mark had straightened, Jake reached across and tapped it with his finger.
“If that's what you want,” Jake replied. “Don’t worry those lips before you need to, Bella. We have plans for them. No frowns or distress, either. You don’t need to decide anything right now. We know what to do.”
I was glad someone knew what to do, because my body and mind were so confused. However, I couldn’t deny the need I had for them. I wouldn’t.
“Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes and surrendering to my fantasy men for a week in Montego Bay.
Chapter Nine<
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Never before had I turned control over to a single person, and I’d just relinquished my body to three men at once.
Luca walked ahead, opening the door for us to enter the room with the king-sized bed in the middle. Jake followed and dragged the bedspread to the floor. They silently arranged the pillows in the center of the mattress, leaving only one at the top.
“You are so beautiful,” Mark rasped, lowering me over the hard surface of his torso until my feet met the floor. He then turned me in his arms, maintaining the sizzling contact as he pressed against my back.
Jake’s appreciative gaze traveled from my bare feet, over my sundress, and settled on my mouth. “Beautiful,” he repeated.
“I concur,” Luca added. He stepped forward and cupped my face with both palms, then he kissed me softly and ran his hands slowly down my sides, bunching the material of my dress in his hold. “But it’s time for this dainty little pink thing to disappear.
Moving in synchronized precision, Luca lifted the dress while Mark raised my arms over my head. The air-conditioned breeze hit my naked skin, but the heat beneath it continued. Jake took my hand and pulled me from between the two men. In the small amount of time they’d removed my sundress, Luca managed to lose his clothes and sit on the edge of the bed, sporting a very impressive erection.
Jake looped his thumbs beneath the lace of my thong and lowered it past my hips, torturously splaying his fingers over the outer part of my thighs and down my legs. With my panties around my ankles, my most private parts were barely private any longer because of the recent waxing. Barely, because I’d thankfully chosen a French over a Brazilian wax, so a small amount of hair marked my mound.
He knelt and reached for the pale pink underwear. “Step out of your panties.”