Part of every ceremony consists of me saying goodbye to the men I’m sending home. If I let myself believe I was actually saying goodbye to Caleb and Xavier, I’d be crying my eyes out. Instead, the three of us put on a decent performance, but I don’t get overly emotional. I thank them for being here for me, tell them what wonderful men they are, and wish them well.
It doesn’t feel right, but it feels better than sending only one man home. I didn’t want to single any of them out, and since all of them volunteered to be “eliminated,” we came up with this plan together.
After Caleb and Xavier exit, Blake brings out the champagne. “To finding love,” I say, without fully realizing what I’m saying.
A grin spreads across James’s face. “To finding love.” He puts emphasis on the last word and looks straight into my eyes as he says it.
Samuel raises his glass. “To finding love together.” He puts the emphasis on together, and my eyes go wide.
I hope these men never stop surprising me.
Tonight I’m expecting a knock at my door, and it doesn’t take long to come.
Luckily, being “sent home” doesn’t mean Xavier and Caleb have left the resort yet. All four men are in the hall, and I quickly invite them in.
We don’t waste time with words, and tonight there’s no hesitation or awkward moments.
Xavier backs me up against a wall as soon as he’s inside the door. His mouth is hungry for mine, and when he gets what he wants there, he goes lower, in search of more. He blazes a path down my neck, to my chest, and then lower still, his breath warm on my skin as he nips at my mound through my thin pajamas.
As Xavier tugs at the drawstring of my shorts and starts to pull them off, Samuel moves in, cupping my jaw and tilting my head back, claiming my mouth as his own. Samuel’s tongue tangles with mine as Xavier spreads my legs and buries his face between my legs.
I moan into Samuel’s mouth as Xavier licks a line along my center. He circles my clit, and soon I’m panting, trying to stay steady to kiss Samuel, but quickly losing control. Xavier slips a finger inside me and licks faster and then I’m coming, my breathing more like panting as Samuel bites my bottom lip.
The orgasm is intense, but I recover quickly, so much lust coursing through my veins that I could run a marathon right now if these four men were at the finish line.
Samuel pulls away and Xavier stands, licking his lips.
“Hi,” I say, smiling at both of them, my body vibrating with a combination of satisfaction and need.
“Hi,” they say, smiling back. Behind them, James and Caleb are leaning against the back of the couch, waiting and watching. My pussy drips in anticipation of all that’s to come.
I reach for Samuel’s zipper and release his cock, then I tug at his shirt and urge him to follow me as I move over in front of Caleb. I wrap my arms around Caleb’s shoulders for support before turning to look behind me. I spread my legs, arch my back, and give Samuel a look that lets him know what I have in mind.
He tugs my hip and dips the head of his cock into the wetness between my legs. I kiss Caleb, running my tongue along his upper lip as Samuel starts to push inside me.
It’s been way too long since I’ve had a man inside me and Samuel is a tight fit. He goes slow, even though I’m impatient and want all of them inside me right now. Once he’s fully seated, he pulls out, slides back in, and then gradually increases to a delicious rhythm. Caleb and I kiss as Samuel’s thrusts push us together over and over and over.
Samuel’s hand slides around, fingers splayed across my belly, tugging me back against him as he pumps into me. He hits a new spot deep inside and I whimper into Caleb’s mouth.
“Fuck her harder,” Caleb says, reading my mind.
Samuel’s cock pistons in and out. His fingers dig into my hip and then his hot breath is on my back as he curls over me, stiffens and releases. He comes in me, in long, hot pulses.
“Oh, fuck, Olivia.” Samuel’s voice is ragged and deep. His hand slides down over my dripping pussy to my inner thigh where he grips me for a moment before he pulls out and steps back. I turn and kiss him, tracing a finger over the sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I loved that,” I whisper. “You felt so good inside me.”
He doesn’t have words yet, so he just smiles and kisses me once more before he retreats to a nearby chair.
Caleb pulls me back against him, my back to his front, and uses his feet to spread my legs apart. He holds me there, open, as he pulls my pajama top over my head. He cups my breasts in each hand and toys with my nipples as he says, “Who’s next?”