But then Jessie captured all of my attention. His fingers took over for his tongue, and he pressed two against my entrance. His tongue sought out my clit like a heat-seeking missile. It took aim, scored a direct hit, retreated, circled, and took aim again.
It was heaven.
It was perfect.
It was too much… and it was not enough at the same time.
Jessie seemed to sense I needed more because he pushed inside my slick inner walls, filling me. At the same time, his tongue attacked my clit, showing no mercy this time.
Pressure built up inside me as I whimpered and moaned. I thrashed around so much that Brock stopped tugging on my nipple with his teeth. Instead, he sucked as much of breast as he could into his mouth.
My whole body trembled as the tension inside me grew. My heart tried to pound right out of my chest and my breathing came out in quick, ragged gasps. “Please,” I cried out, not even sure what I was asking for. I only knew I needed it. “Please!”
The men delivered. Jessie flicked his tongue over my clit as he pumped his fingers inside me. Brock sucked on my breast and squeezed my thigh. Kincade was sucking me in, too, his tongue swirling around my nipple almost as fast as Jessie’s tongue was moving.
And then the onslaught hit me. I shrieked, my primal cry echoing off the rock walls. My whole body tensed and for one endless moment, I couldn’t breathe. Then my body convulsed as waves of pleasure hit me like a cavalry charge.
It was the most intense thing I’d felt in my entire life.
I thrashed against the rock wall, but the men had me, not letting me get hurt. Not letting me fall. And not letting up until they’d wrung every drop of pleasure out of me.
My inner walls spasmed around Jessie’s fingers, and his tongue stilled but didn’t stop pushing against my clit. Not until I gave a final cry and my body went completely limp. The muscles that had trembled before were now as loose as a rag doll.
Brock let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me as I collapsed against his broad chest. Kincade stroked my hair as I lay my head on Brock’s shoulder. In the corner of my vision, I saw Jessie straighten up, a grin on his face.
I had no strength left, but Brock did. He held me safe in his arms as we left this magical place.
23
Maddie
After our amazing trip to the waterfall, I took a long nap. Jessie did, too. Kincade and Brock hung out in the hot tub for a while, and when we still weren’t up, they took Brock’s golf cart out for a spin. But we all met up for dinner.
We didn’t hang out in the hot tub that evening, choosing instead to hang out by the main pool with Doug and Gina. It was fun, but it felt like time was slipping away so quickly. Soon, Gina would be married. And soon, Brock, Kincade, Jessie, and I would return to different corners of the country.
It was an upsetting thought.
Still, I tried to be cheerful, especially as I put on the t-shirt that Jessie had lent me when it was time for bed. It was a gray-blue color that looked good on him. It smelled good, too, like his spicy, masculine scent.
Jessie’s eyes lit up when I entered the bedroom wearing it, but Kincade’s didn’t. “You’re wearing clothes.” He was standing by the side of the bed wearing boxer shorts.
“You’re an observant guy,” I told him.
He looked disappointed. “I thought after today, we were past all that.”
“You’re wearing boxer shorts.”
“Yeah, but I was going to take them off when you got here. You’re more appreciative of my body than he is.” He jerked his thumb over at Jessie who was already under the covers, and I laughed.
“Jessie asked me to wear this shirt.”
Kincade threw a pillow at his buddy. “You asked her to put clothes on?”
Jessie nodded, looking amused.
“You’re a traitor to your kind.”
A deep voice spoke from behind me. “Does the traitor need a tuck in?”
I smiled as I turned, glad that Brock had come in. I hated thinking about him alone in his room listening to the three of us laughing and talking in ours. “I’d like to be tucked in.”
“Get in, then.”
I went around to Kincade’s side, since Jessie was already in bed. Kincade still looked disgruntled, but he cheered up a bit when he saw I was wearing panties—rather tiny panties—instead of shorts tonight.
Kincade climbed in after me, leaving Brock frowning at us. “This would be easier if you weren’t in the middle.”
“She’s fine where she is,” Kincade responded. “You can tuck me in, instead.”
Brock rolled his eyes and then solved the issue by climbing onto the foot of the bed. The mattress springs creaked as he made his way up to me, his hands on either side of my shoulders.