by Demi Alex
“It’s hard to explain,” I said, taking a deep breath and lowering my mouth toward his chest. I couldn’t look at the understanding in his eyes. “I don’t think it’s normal to feel like I do, or as intensely as I do, because I’ve had the same dreams about Jake and Mark.”
He cupped my chin and lifted my face to look at him. “Did you learn nothing this morning? Did I waste my time, standing on a life-sized chessboard in the sun?”
“That was different. You asked me to show you my submission.”
“And you did so rather beautifully,” he said, caressing my cheek and tracing the lines of my face. My carefree and smiling man was serious. So strong and insistent, it was impossible to misinterpret the sense of concern and duty he carried. “How did it feel, Lora?”
I thought about the sequence of each emotion. “At first, I was surprised, and even though I was aroused from being with you, I was sad that I’d disappointed you. Then, I was happy you were pleased when I kneeled properly. The sadness diminished and the ache for physical contact grew. When those people arrived, I was nervous and wanted to hide.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to move my hands and disappoint you again. You know what I want. I trusted you to take care of the situation.”
His thumb played over my swollen mouth and he smoothed away the concern. “Did I do so to your liking?”
I nodded, smiling in recollection, and he kissed me gently on the lips. “Thank you for your trust. It pleased me very much,” he added, and pleasure swelled in my chest.
“I’m truly happy for that. I am,” I said, rising on my elbow and holding my head so I could watch his handsome smile. “But I can’t process how all this could be real. How could I have spent the night with Mark, completely consumed by his every touch, but be here with you and feel no regret? Why when I see Jake does my heart skip and my body hum, and I feel secure and safe in his arms, yet I feel the same for you right now?”
“Did Jake mark your ass in vain?”
“He marked it?”
“He chose your ass. I chose your heart. You’re definitely marked, sweetheart.” Luca touched the purple oval on my left breast. “This is deep and dark. Your backside is pink and bright, and from the imprint of his hand on your right cheek, I’d say the burn is not from the sun.”
“He was upset with me.” I covered Luca’s love bite with my hand and treasured his mark. “He didn’t want me to question his choice. I guess he made me feel the sting of his hand and the pleasure of a climax so I would concentrate on feeling and not thinking.”
“Exactly, Lora. I explained this to you earlier, but I will do so again. When you submitted, you gave up the chance to question your feelings. You have no right to consider if this arrangement is normal and proper. Only Mark, Jake, and I decide on that.” He helped me stand and used the towel to wipe my thighs. “We also decide what is good for you and what you’d like. The only time you think is when you object or can’t accept our decisions.”
I didn’t speak, because I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. Luca retrieved my skirt and squatted at my feet. I leaned on his shoulder and step into it. I let him draw it up to my waist and enjoyed the way he tended to me. He gathered my shirt in his fingers and held it over my head. “Raise your arms.”
“Thank you,” I said, but he held up a finger for silence. I shut my mouth and wet my lips.
“We will do what we see fit, with you and for you. We think. We act. You feel.”
Security blanketed my worry, and the doubt dissipated. If I didn’t decide, I couldn’t regret. Weird how this understanding freed my inhibitions.
“We will fuck you when and where we want, however we want. Collectively. Individually. In turn. Your body is for our use. We feed you, decide when you sleep, where you go, and what you do. There is no room for your thoughts. We will fill you with our pleasure, not your imagined guilt. Understand?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling, not only a reprieve from the imagined guilt, but an intense desire to submit.
Seemingly satisfied, he pulled on his shorts and retrieved his phone from the pocket. “Meet us at the overpass by the cliff in three minutes.” He pressed the off button and pointed to a trail. “Walk, Lora.”
I wanted to kiss him. To thank him for not making me choose. But Lucas had forcefully objected to me questioning my thoughts and feelings, so I reveled in his authority, and walked toward the spot, where I assumed we were meeting Jake and Mark, in silence.
* * * *
Handsome as sin, Mark and Jake appeared beside a shiny black Hummer, parked in the shade. Jake waited, comfortably resting against the back seat, with his arms crossed over his chest and his left shoulder on the open door. Mark hooked his thumbs in his jean’s pockets and sauntered toward us as we approached.
“Here’s my Lorabella.” Mark wrapped his palm around my neck and leaned in to plant a kiss on my forehead, then pulled me into his embrace and crushed me to his solid chest. “We have plans for you today. I hope you’re feeling full and energized.”
“She’s definitely full,” Luca said, a mischievous lilt to his voice.
Once Mark released me, I glanced at Luca and caught him grinning. He winked.
“Come here, Lora,” Jake finally spoke, holding out his arm. “I need to make sure you’re okay for the ride.”
Without a second thought, my legs moved, and I stood before him with only a few carefree steps. He dropped a soft kiss on my lips, and smiled. “You look happily fucked, Bella.”
I didn’t look away, nor did I feel any embarrassment. Leaning into his handsome body, I went up on my toes, brushed my lips over his jaw, and trailed my tongue over the morning shadow. “I am, Jake. But it seems like Montego Bay has increased my appetite—threefold.”
All three men laughed, approving of my response.
“I think we’ve created a beautiful monster,” Mark rearranged the bulge at his crotch, and strolled toward me. He once again planted a loud kiss on my mouth, then playfully rolled his hips and pressed his groin against my belly. “You may drive us crazy, but if you keep saying things like that, you’re the one that’s going to have an issue walking off the plane at the end of the week.”
“It’s your fault for introducing me to the wonderful world of orgasms.” I batted my eyelashes and played the coy card for all it was worth. “I’ve climaxed more in the past twelve hours than I have my whole life.”
“Fuck,” Mark drawled, tugging at his collar and adjusting the excitement swelling beneath his zipper. “Baby, there’s more where those came from.”
“Banking on that,” I chimed with bravado I didn’t know I possessed.
“Good to know,” Jake said, still chuckling. “Now turn all the way around, bend over, and lift that skimpy skirt to your waist.”
I flashed him a sideways smile, taking my sweet time turning on my toes and making a sexy show of bending at the waist. As my head lowered, I reached out to steady myself, and just happened to brush my fingers over Mark’s zipper. Just happened…
“Skirt,” Jake reminded.
Damn. My pussy wept with his command. Not in a million years would I have thought I’d be exposing my ass in a wide-open space and feeling so aroused at the thought. I flipped the material of my skirt up, then reached for Mark’s fly.
He tsked and moved just out of reach.
“It could be interesting,” I mewed.
“It could,” Jake said, sliding his finger through my wet folds and pinching my clit. “But we have other plans for you, Lora.” He glided back to my ass and placed his palm on the right cheek. “How’s the sting?”
“It’s there,” I replied.
“Hurts?”
“Only when I sit a certain way,” I said, lifting my hips and hoping he’d return his attention to my pussy.
“So you’ve adjusted to the plug?” Jake asked. “No longer uncomfortable?”
“Not really. It’s just a little uncomfortable.” I shook my head, licking my lips
as Mark stepped close. “Basically, it keeps me constantly aroused and full, causing naughty images to play in my mind on a continuous loop.”
“That’s also good to know, Bella.” Jake grabbed my ponytail and pulled back until my face was positioned at Mark’s groin and my nose pressed against the long length.
Jake positioned his cock at my entrance and reached around to cup my breast, tweaking my nipple. I cried out when he thrust deep and filled me. He withdrew, teasing my aching core, then pumped in and back out again. In and out. The familiar heaviness built quickly between my legs and I strained against his hold on my hair to drop my head. I rounded my hips, grinding back against him and dropping my hand between my legs to rub my clit.
“Not yet, Lora,” Jake warned.
I moaned in protest. I was on the edge. A soft stroke over the bundle of throbbing nerves between my legs, and I’d shatter. “Please.”
Jake pulled out. “Mark has something for you.”
I looked up at Mark’s beautiful erection. It was gloriously thick and long, with a shiny drop on the tip.
“Open your mouth,” Luca instructed, stepping forward and caressing my jaw. “Lean back on Jake and let Mark have your mouth.”
Jake grasped my hips and guided me back, burying his complete length inside me as he brought my ass to rest against his thighs.
Guiding my chin, Mark rubbed his delicious cock over my lips, and my tongue darted out, collecting his taste and savoring the smooth feel of the large head. He pushed past my lips, and I gasped as I lost my breath. He held the back of my head and pulled me into his groin. “Don’t suck.”
I couldn’t even get my lips around him to close. The fit was so tight. The intrusion so great. Mark drove in and out of my mouth, impaling me against Jake with each thrust. I tried to lick, to close my lips, but he moved faster. I could feel my lips swell from the pounding.
“Relax your lips. Bigger. Breathe through your nose,” Luca said against my ear. “He owns your mouth.”
I closed my eyes and concentrated on taking all of Mark’s cock.
“Your small mouth is so pretty around his dick,” Luca said. “Open your eyes. Look at him fucking you.”
I blinked back tears of strain as my lips expanded in a stinging stretch, and accommodated Mark’s impressive girth.
“Relax your throat,” Mark said, groaning his approval as he slowly stroked over my tongue and pushed to the back of my throat until my nose was buried against his base. He stilled. “Fuck, Lora. Your mouth is tight. Let me feel you move around me.”
Mark inched back, and I took a deep breath, swirling my tongue around his head. Sucking loud, I greedily lapped at his hole to taste more of him. He held my chin, as a guttural sound escaped his mouth, and he cried out. “No more. Stay open.”
I wrapped my hands around his legs and held on. He plunged into my mouth fast and hard, repeatedly driving deep and pinning me against Jake, whose fingers dug into my hips.
A warm, salty stream of cum shot down my throat. I swallowed and moaned my own pleasure, unable to take it all fast enough. Ribbon after ribbon of his release filled my mouth, and as he slowly withdrew, I kept swallowing, and finally licked at the corner of my lips to keep every drop.
“Open,” Lucas said, touching my cheek and stepping before me with his cock in his hand. Mark’s cum still rimmed my lips, and Luca smoothed his head over them, lubricating his way into my mouth. “Use your tongue, sweetheart. I’m waiting for you.”
Waiting? I was about to explode. Jake moved and my muscles clamped down so hard around him, my thighs trembled. I licked up and down Luca’s shaft, my mouth watering for more with each swipe. When I took him in my mouth and closed my lips around the bulbous head, he rounded his hips and started fucking my mouth in earnest.
“You look so beautiful, baby,” Mark whispered in my ear. He guided my hand to Luca’s base and closed my fingers around it. Luca had the longest of my men’s cocks, so I swallowed him deep and used my hands to stroke his base and cup his balls. I felt him swell larger in the back of my throat and moaned.
Mark lowered the front of my shirt, and when my breasts spilled out, took each nipple between his fingers. My body was on sensory overload, as Jake thrust, Luca plunged, and Mark rolled. I unraveled and splintered into thousands of colors when Lucas growled and filled my mouth with his release. “Come, Lora.”
“Come,” Jake repeated, spilling into me with a shout.
My climax hit so strong and hard. The world around me shattered, and I fell into the security of their arms.
Standing, only because Jake was still inside me and holding me up, I swallowed Luca’s cum and licked his shaft from head to base. Luca popped from my mouth, bent to help me up and kissed me. Slow and soft, our tongues mingled and he breathed strength back into my body. “Thank you,” he said, and turned me to Mark.
Mark cupped my face and gently took my lips. His tongue swept through my mouth, lovingly and tenderly, as affirmation of my love for them swelled in my chest. “Thank you,” he said, and stepped from me.
As I rose and placed minimal weight on my legs, I separated from Jake. He turned me his arms, smiled, and kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m so proud of you,” he said, taking my lips in a gentle kiss, sweeping his tongue over mine, and making my heart flutter. “Thank you, Bella.”
I was still shaking as Jake lowered his forehead and rested against mine. I closed my eyes and breathed deep. These men were surreal. I felt loved and treasured, and for the first time ever, I felt precious.
My skin was flushed, and the space between my thighs was sticky. Working hard to catch my breath, I straightened and looked around to see Mark opening a bottle of water. He brought it to my lips. “Drink, baby.”
As I drank, Jake lifted me into the thankfully air-conditioned car. Luca reached into the passenger side and retrieved a backpack. He pulled out a package of wipes and two washcloths. Wetting the cloths with a fresh bottle of water, and rolling them between his large palms, he tossed one to Mark. A wonderful, cool cloth wiped over my skin. They smoothed my heated body and cleaned the remains of our lovemaking.
“Good?” Jake asked, removing my shirt over my head.
“Yes,” I said, my nipples hardening the moment his gaze settled on them. I cupped my breasts in a failed attempt to cover up. Like modesty had any place in our situation.
Jake lowered my skirt to the floor and helped me step out of it, then he maneuvered my breast back into the cotton material, before removing my tank over my head. He used a wet wipe down the center of my chest, over my stomach, and to my core. Satisfied that I was okay, he dropped a kiss on my forehead, then nodded to Mark. “She’s ready. We can go.”
“I’m naked,” I shrieked.
Mark laughed. He handed bottles of water to Jake and Luca, then wrapped me in his arms and hugged me tight. “Beautifully naked, baby.”
Luca draped a sarong around me and brushed his mouth over the curve of my shoulder. “Now you’re dressed. Scoot into the car, sweetheart.”
They couldn’t be serious? They were taking me for a ride—naked? I pulled the thin material tight and tied it like a dress around my neck.
Jake tapped my behind and I moved over the seat. He got in beside me and snapped my seatbelt in place. Luca sat in the front passenger seat, and Mark drove.
“Don’t look like that,” Luca said. .
Mark met my gaze in the rearview mirror. “Trust us, baby.”
I let out a long sigh and settled my head against the seat. I did trust them.
Jake shifted the belt around me and wrapped an arm over my back. He guided my head to his shoulder and brushed his lips over the side of my temple. “Rest a little while. We’ll stop and take care of the plug before we turn off the main road.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Wake up, baby. We’re almost there.”
“Where?” I breathed, nuzzling against Mark’s throat and inhaling his fresh scent. When he’d switched with Jake, I had no ide
a. But he was holding me and Jake was driving. We were on a winding mountain road, large green trees shading our way, and the blue water glittering in the sun beneath us. “Wow.”
“Ocho Rios, the land of eight rivers,” Jake said.
“Why are all the cars lined up on the side of the road?” I asked.
“Jamaican car wash,” Luca explained. “The island culture is unique. People make the most of what’s available to them and live in the moment.”
“Living in the moment is Paris,” I replied, enjoying the scenery.
“Jamaicans spin their own version of Carpe Diem. You’re going to love it, Bella.”
“We’re going to stop at a friend’s place for lunch and wait for the tour groups to leave Dunn’s River Falls.” Mark handed me a rather demure pink bikini bottom. “Slide this on.”
“Thank heavens,” I breathed, fitting my legs into the bathing suit bottom. “For a while there I thought you’d have me parade naked through the island.”
“No way,” Jake said. “Your nakedness is for our eyes only.” He flashed me a grin in the rearview mirror and my libido woke up as well.
“Plus, we’re not in our suite or on the resort,” Mark added. “This our family excursion, with quick stops at major tourist attractions, before we reach the final destination at Mr. Barry’s Plantation.”
A family excursion sounded divine, but the comfort it instilled also made me so freaking sad. Our family was only possible because we had escaped reality. Sealed in a sensual bubble of carnal pleasure was acceptable, but living and working in New York would be very different. I worried my lip as I squeezed my butt cheeks to hold the plug in place, lifted off the seat, and slipped the suit over my bottom.
When our time in Jamaica ended, I’d be broken.
Mark tugged at the tie at my neck and the sarong pooled at my waist. “Personally, I can’t wait to get you beneath me again. But I want to show you the island,” he said, dipping his head and taking a nipple between his lips, slowly swirling his tongue over the aching tip, until I moaned. He moved to the next one, relished the same attention on the left nipple, and my bikini bottoms were damp again. “Fuck,” he grunted, moving my hand to his groin. “As you can feel, I enjoy having you available to me at all times, baby. But I’m not good at sharing with the natives. I want to keep you.”