“God, yes.”
Caleb smiles. And then he and James start to move.
At first, they alternate strokes, one long, thick cock sliding into me as the other is pulling out. They’re both holding me up, so I feel safe and secure, pinned between their two strong bodies, loving how thoroughly they possess me. “So good,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
“We won’t stop.” All the men have good stamina and quick recovery time. I sleep great, because it turns out tons of sex is really relaxing.
They maintain a steady pace, slow and deliberate, savoring the experience. They won’t speed up until I’ve come again, at least once. Fortunately for them, my body’s still revving, so it doesn’t take long before I’m on the verge again.
A gasp is all the warning I give them before I shoot back into ecstasy, my hips jerking, writhing on their cocks as waves of pleasure crash over me. Every slight movement on their part sends me again; I lose track of how much time passes before I’m sagging in their arms like I’m drunk.
“Okay?” Caleb asks.
“So okay.”
“Good.” They start to move again, building up speed, their cocks drilling deep. When another orgasm turns me inside out, they don’t stop – and I can’t stop, coming again and again as they spear into me.
“Fuck, Olivia,” Caleb groans. They’ve adjusted their strokes so that they’re both filling me at the same time, intensifying my sensations even more, and I’m one big bundle of relentless pleasure, coming almost continuously.
James tightens his grip on my hips, goes still, and climaxes, filling me with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Caleb follows him over the edge, painting my womb with his seed, my pussy and ass squeezing them tight, milking both their cocks for every last drop.
The men hold me up for a few minutes, still inside me, letting the water wash over us. Caleb touches his forehead to mine, making my heart gooey without a single word, and James lays his head on my shoulder. It’s so tender I almost cry.
We finally separate and shower for real. My legs are a little wobbly as we exit the bathroom, not that I have any regrets. I’m never sorry about the pleasure we give each other.
Out in the living room, Xavier and Samuel are back. “That was fast,” I say. Xavier arches an eyebrow, and I blush. “Or not so fast.”
His lips twitch. “All cleaned up now?”
“Thoroughly,” I assure him.
He grins, and Samuel chuckles and says, “We got Xavier’s family safely delivered to the hotel. All our guests are on the island now, except my parents and my brother.”
“And we expect them this afternoon, right?”
“Yes. Their flight should get in at four p.m.”
“Okay. Good.” I blow out a breath. I’ve met all the men’s families over the past year, and they’ve all been kind and welcoming, but I’m still nervous. We still won’t be legally married after our ceremony, but it takes things to another level, and I hope none of them have any hidden objections.
Caleb, sensing my feelings as he so often does, wraps me in a hug from behind. “It’ll be fine.”
“It will. But thanks for the encouragement, all the same.” I bring my hands up to curl around his forearms, dropping a kiss on his skin.
“We have some time,” James says, pulling up a list on his smartphone. “Let’s go over the arrangements and make sure we haven’t missed anything.” We’ve reviewed our plans before, but I still appreciate that his attention to detail is saving me from having to worry about all the last-minute things.
We’re keeping things fairly casual and low-key, but there are still a lot of moving pieces that go into making the ceremony happen. Fortunately, everything is going well, with no unpleasant surprises.
“Let’s go to the cove,” Xavier suggests. It’s a hidden gem on the island, not easy to get to if you don’t know the way, and tends to have a lot fewer tourists than most spots.
“That’s a good idea.” I look down at my shorts and tank top. “I’d better grab a sweater.”
“I’ll help,” Samuel says with mock solemnity, and I bite my lip to stop the laughter that bubbles up. “You want to make sure it’s the right color and everything.”
The other men grin as I hold out my hand to Samuel and lead him upstairs. Not that we need privacy from them – they’re all used to watching each other – but we have lots of big windows to maximize the views, and we don’t want to put on a show for anyone passing by on the beach.
Inside the bedroom, Samuel backs me up against a wall and lowers his head for one of his five-alarm-fire kisses. They keep getting better, which I didn’t think was possible. As always, he leaves me wet and needy, the ache in my core demanding satisfaction.