Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (13 page)

“Stunning,” a second male voice added.

My heart pounded and my mind sounded an alarm. I ached to yank my hands from my back to cover my face, but Luca had said secure. I knew that meant to keep my hands clasped. I didn’t want to disappoint him again by moving them. He had to know how I felt being on display for strangers.

Luca returned to the king’s position and cupped the back of my head, effectively messing my smooth ponytail. His long fingers feathered over my flushed cheeks, and I tilted my face at more of an angle to allow the beads that had caught on eyelashes to fall past my eyes. I struggled to remain on my knees. Struggled to keep my hands clasped. But with each caresses of his fingers, I breathed a little easier.

“My slaves enjoy women.” The first man announced. “She can eat at that pretty wet pussy, and he will fuck her tight little ass with the pink plug while you watch, sir.”

Shit! They’d seen my ass. They’d seen the dampness coating my thighs.

“Oh,” a female exclaimed. “She likes that idea. Look at her tits standing at attention. Can I suck on them?”

“We’re happy to share if you’d like,” the man continued. “It appears her body likes to be shared, if it pleases you.”

“Yes,” Luca agreed, slipping his free hand down my tank and brushing his thumb over my nipple. “She does like to be shared.”

I had. I did. But not with them!

“However, I’m going to pass on your generous offer.” Pressing on the back of my head, Luca pushed my face against his groin, and I sighed against his hard length. Continuing the sexually charged banter with the strangers, who could no longer get a view of my face, he rolled my nipple between his fingers and squeezed the taught peek. “I’m feeling very selfish. I want her to myself. Thank you, though. I hope you enjoy your morning.”

“You, too,” replied the second male voice, clearly moving past us.

Relief sank through me, and my shoulders dropped a tiny bit. Stroking my hair, he waited and combed his fingers through the ponytail before releasing me. When the chatter receded into yet another path, he stepped back, and sweetly scented air wafted over my cheeks and cooled my senses. His mere presence was protection personified. I couldn’t imagine encountering the strangers and their offer on my own.

“Maintain your position, sweetheart,” he instructed, squatting and taking my face in his hands. He kissed me softly, trailing his tongue over my lips and then entering my mouth for long, lingering strokes. “The delicious scent of your excitement is driving me insane. I’m the one who’s going to lick that wet pussy.”

My clit throbbed and cream slid down my thighs. My mind raced with images of his face between my legs on the big bed in the bedroom, but he didn’t make any indication to stand and for me to follow him to our suite.

He slipped his hand under my skirt and up my thigh, finding my pulsing clit at the exact moment he plunged a finger inside my channel. “Since you’ve listened well and responded so nicely to instruction, you’ve pleased me and have earned a reward. Open your mouth.”

Elated with his announcement, I did as he requested. He withdrew his hand from between my legs, and then traced my lips with his fingers.

“Taste yourself, sweetheart. Realize how perfect you are, why you drive us crazy, and that we will absolutely not share you with any others.”

“I don’t want others,” I said, licking my lips and closing them around his finger, sucking and looking at him through lowered lashes. “I’m happy you sent them away.”

“I’m pleased you trusted me to know so,” he said, smiling as he claimed my mouth again. When he stood, he offered me his hand and guided me to my feet. Hooking a strong arm behind my knees, he lifted me into his arms and walked toward a path I hadn’t noticed earlier.

I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet fragrance surrounding us. “Whatever that flower is, it smells fantastic.”

He didn’t speak. His stride quick and determined, he climbed up the shaded path for a long while, before turning slightly and giving me reason to open my eyes when he’d stopped. We were above the sea, looking down at crystalline waters that played on a sandy shore. There were blooms on the trees around us, and canopied chairs for two on the cliff.

“No one else is here?” I asked, wondering how people could pass up the view.

“It’s still early. Most of the resort guests eat breakfast on the terrace or on their private balconies. Few people know about this place, and even fewer visit before lunch.” He lowered my feet to the ground and produced a plush towel he must have collected while I had my eyes closed. Spreading it on one of the cushioned lounges, he smiled and hooked his thumbs in the band of my skirt and lowered it to my ankles. He kneeled at my feet and blew over my almost naked core. “Step out.”

Shivers raced through me as he kissed the bare skin around the little strip of hair at my center and slid his finger inside my swollen folds. My legs trembled, and I was so grateful when he patted the cushion for me to sit.

“I want all of you. Open yourself to me.”

Resting against the seat, the plug pressed deeper and spread my ass more. I pushed my knees further apart and then moved my fingers to the apex of my thighs, but he stilled my hands and shook his head.

“Your shirt,” He closed his mouth over the white material and sucked on a nipple. “Nothing between us. I want you completely exposed and totally available.”

Feeling empowered by his desire, I slowly teased the tank up my midriff and rolled it over my heavy breasts, purposefully thumbing my nipples as I lifted.

“Your nipples ache for attention?” Luca asked, but he knew the answer and didn’t wait for a reply. He lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, scraping the edges with his teeth and sending volts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

A moan escaped my lips and I arched my back for more. He dipped a finger through my wet center and spread the cream over the free nipple, only to move to the other breast and suck deeper and harder. I cried out as he lowered his hand again and rolled over my clit, lifting off the chair and dripping with need.

“Please,” I begged. “I can’t wait.”

“But I can wait. The glimmer of your cream on your sweet pussy has my mouth watering and my dick so hard.” His thumb rounded against my entrance. “I have no intention of coming anywhere but here.”

“I’m about to explode,” I whimpered.

“Don’t even think about coming until I’m inside you.” He guided me back on my elbows and fit his handsome face between my legs, holding my gaze as his tongue lapped at my clit, and swirled over the bundle of nerves. With a glint of sexy promise in his eyes, he closed his lips around the bud and sucked as hard as he had my nipples. He pushed against the plug with his thumb and fit a long finger in my channel.

My muscles clamped around him and I ground my pussy on his mouth. He tasted his way over the swollen folds, then back to my clit, and licked at it until I was squirming and bucking my hips.

He sank a second finger inside. “You’re soaked, but still tight. Relax. This is not what I mean by being inside you,” he explained, pumping in and out of me as he moved his sinful mouth back to my chest and nipped in tiny circles around my nipples.

Lost and drowning in a sea of ecstasy, my head fell back and I breathed hard to keep from going over the edge. He pushed his groin against my calf, showing me how hard and ready he was. Luca had starred in my fantasies for so long I almost couldn’t fathom the reality of his body against mine.

“Feel what you do to me.”

Free to do so, I immediately reached and stretched for him, unbuckling his shorts and palming as much of him as I could. “You are magnificent,” I breathed.

“Say that when I’m buried inside you.” He lifted and pulled me into his strong arms, reclined my naked form on the lounger, then stepped out of his shorts. In an achingly perfect caress, his tongue licked up the center of my stomach, between my breasts, and finally settled on my neck, as he fit inside my throbbing core and sent me to carnal heaven.

He was tender and strong, and I greedily accepted all he was and offered. The way he made love was everything I’d ever wanted and craved. He filled me, consumed every part of me, and possessed my intoxicated pleasure until nothing in the world but he and I existed.

“You’re magnificent,” I repeated, snuggling against chest, totally sated and dreamy. “And, I’m not referring only to sex. You’re everything.”

With a final thrust of his hips, he carried me past the point of pleasure to complete and utter abandon, filling me with warmth and love as pure bliss emanated from our joining.

He dropped a kiss on my forehead and smiled. “You’re much more than wonderful yourself, sweetheart.”

We lay on the chaise lounge, legs intertwined, tangled in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I trailed a finger over the sprinkle of dark hair on his chest, savoring the feel. “I like touching you like this. The feel of a man’s heart beating strong beneath all this muscle is so comforting. Plus, I have a special thing for a man with a chiseled and handsome body.”

“That’s good, because you now have three of us.”

I must have gone silent for a bit too long, because he rubbed the space between my shoulder blades and cradled me closer. With a gentle finger, he lifted my chin and studied my face. “What is it, sweetheart?”

I kissed his flat nipple and rolled my tongue over it. I didn’t want to spoil the moment, but I didn’t want him to think I was holding back. I didn’t want to disappoint him again.

“Luca, this is like a fairytale come true. It’s so difficult for my mind to digest what is happening and I don’t…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. It was too horrible to think.

“Talk to me.”

Chapter Sixteen

I worried my lower lip, and swallowed my apprehension. I’d always been able to confide in Luca. He was different. Accepting. I trusted him.

“Fairytales don’t come true,” I blurted, circling his mouth with my finger and hoping he’d understand my need to get my feelings out in the open. “I’ve wanted to be yours…with you…for you…for what seems like an eternity. I’ve dreamed of being in your arms, well-loved and satisfied, and I am. I truly am. But...”

“But what, sweetheart?”

“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?”