“You’re going to be our good girl, aren’t you Sophia? No matter where we are in the world,” Roman mumbles.
I nod, then trade off, giving Holden my mouth and Nick my hand. But I’m too close to the edge thanks to Gunner’s hot mouth and quick tongue. My eyes flutter shut, but I try to hold out, wanting as much pleasure as I can possibly handle before I erupt for him.
Nick holds my hair back as I keep sucking Holden and then his hips rock faster into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until I gag a little on him. It only makes me all the hotter. I love taking him, love how he feels.
“Don’t stop until she comes, Gunner. Get her all nice and wet for us,” Roman encourages.
“Well we know how wet she gets by giving blow jobs,” Nick teases.
I move my hand faster over his cock and he groans. Before I can Move back to him, he straddles my chest and presses my breasts together, sliding his cock between them as he groans.
Opening my eyes, I see him with hooded eyes, his lips parted, cheeks flushed. Dear god, he’s sexy. He thrusts between my breasts again and it’s taking actual effort to keep from licking across the tip of his dick.
So I do, only using my hand on Holden. But Gunner’s mouth is steadily winning out. I pant, close my eyes, and try to get control, to think about anything but my husbands and how much they want me, but that’s impossible.
My back arches and I moan as I grind against Gunner’s tongue, letting him carry me over the edge into another orgasm that threatens to empty my brain of every single thought that’s ever been in my head.
By the time I’m able to come back to reality, Nick has slid down my body and is rubbing his cock over my clit.
Roman pinches my nipple and turns my head. “Give Holden your attention if you want Nick to fuck you next, Bambina.”
And I do. I want it so badly. As soon as my lips wrap around Holden, Nick buries himself inside me. Roman keeps pinching and rolling my nipples as Nick sets a maddening pace that I’m struggling to keep up with. Holden fists my hair and then comes down my throat. I lick him clean as best I can and swallow once I pop off his cock.
He kisses me and then turns my chin so I can take Gunner in my mouth. And he deserves my absolute best after making me come with his tongue alone. He moans. “Fuck, sweets. Your mouth is so hot.”
He’s thicker than Holden, so thick and so much to handle. I moan around his cock as Nick keeps fucking me, holding one of my legs up so he can get impossibly deeper. Holden rubs my clit as Nick continues and I whimper.
How am I supposed to relish in this pleasure on a continual basis without dying from happiness or dying from coming too hard? It can’t be possible, right? It can’t be.
One day I’m going to spontaneously combust because they’ve pushed me to come too many times, over and over, beyond anything I’m capable of.
And just as I think that I come again. Gunner moans and pushes my hair from my face. “Such a good girl. You’re going to be coming all day, Soph.”
Which is the best way to end our honeymoon.
NICK
Sophie is an exhausted mess as we get on the plane waiting for us. Even the sunglasses can’t hide how exhausted she is. Of course, that’s entirely our fault. I think we went four rounds yesterday together. As soon as we relax into the seats of our private jet, she slumps against Roman’s shoulder and is asleep within minutes.
Roman chuckles. “So we found Sophie’s limit.”
“I don’t think she minds.” Gunner stretches, obviously pleased with himself. “It’s going to have to last her a little bit.”
It’s something we’ve tried to avoid. Work is going to pick up when we get back. I know Roman has gotten phone calls and so has Gunner. When I checked my emails, I saw that we need to do another hiring round, and when we get back in the office on Monday, Miles is going to expect us to be on top of all this.
Roman plays with Sophie’s hair, that same thoughtful look on his face. I know he’s been questioning things. I thought the wedding would help him make a choice, but maybe it’s been more of a distraction than anything.
Holden nudges me. “Are you as exhausted as Sophie? You can have my shoulder.”
I chuckle. “Thanks. Just thinking about the mountain of work waiting for us … and our assistants.”
“Thank god we got them.” Gunner agrees. “Can you imagine how much worse it would be if we didn’t just have to approve some things? I’m much more motivated to get home for dinner. Happy wife, happy life, you know.”
I roll my eyes, but can’t disagree. Holden gets to work on his computer as we fly and Gunner takes care of some things on his phone. I take a nap, not relishing the idea of jetlag. That’s really what this weekend is for – fixing jetlag as much as we possibly can.
Sophie is probably going to be out for a good twelve hours after the workout we gave her yesterday and the early morning flight.
Even though I’d only planned on a nap, I don’t wake up until Holden wakes me up, saying we’ve landed. I think that’s the first time I’ve slept through a touch down.