Shifting my hips, I position him at my entrance and sink down slowly, feeling him stretch me open. We both inhale sharply at the sensation—the perfect fullness, the heat, the connection.
"God, yes," I breathe, my hands bracing on his chest. "You feel so good."
Julian's hips snap upward, driving deeper into me as his eyes lock with mine.
"No more teasing," he growls, gripping my hips firmly and thrusting again, harder this time. "I need to fuck you properly."
"That's it," I gasp, surrendering to his intensity. "Just like that."
Alex moves closer, kneeling beside us on the bed. His hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward him. His cock stands proud and thick, the tip glistening with precum.
"Open," he commands.
I part my lips eagerly, welcoming him into my mouth as Julian continues his relentless pace below me. The fullness is exquisite—Julian filling me below while Alex slides between my lips above. I take him deep, loving the groan that escapes him when I swirl my tongue around his tip.
Behind me, Tristan's presence is a solid warmth. His hands snake around to cup my breasts, fingers expertly rolling my sensitive nipples.
Julian's thrusts become more insistent, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, Camille, you’re going to make me come with that tight little pussy of yours."
I moan around Alex's cock, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure as he wraps my hair around his hand.
Julian’s hips stutter and then he’s coming, hot and sudden, deep inside me. He collapses back on the pillows, arms thrown wide, eyes glazed over. I’m still straddling him, dizzy and drunk on the high of it, when Tristan moves behind me.
“Switch,” he says, his voice half-command, half-request. My body answers before my mind can catch up—I lift myself off Julian, his cock slipping from me, and immediately find myself guided to my hands and knees. My ass is in the air, dripping wet.
Tristan’s palm presses into the curve of my back. His other hand coasts over my hip, then down between my thighs—he slides two fingers through the mess Julian left inside me, then spreads me wider, exposing everything. I can feel him taking a good look at me while he fists his cock.
He lines up and slowly, so slowly, presses the tip of his cock to my entrance. I gasp, my back arching, needy and open forhim. He’s patient, pushing in an inch at a time, savoring the way I stretch for him.
He starts to fuck me—slow at first, a tease of friction, the delicious push and pull of my body giving way to his. I whimper around Alex’s cock, greedily taking him deeper as each thrust from behind forces me farther onto him. I am sandwiched by their bodies; I nearly sob at how good it feels.
Tristan’s hand comes around my hip, his palm splaying hot over my belly. He finds my clit and circles it with two fingers, relentless and perfect. Alex tightens his grip in my hair, fucking my mouth in tiny, controlled thrusts, his hips barely moving.
I'm not going to last—I know it, and apparently so does everyone else. Tristan’s pace gets rougher, his breathing loud and desperate as he fucks into me, fingers never letting up on my clit. I feel my orgasm climbing, gathering heat and force until it’s almost unbearable.
My release hits me—fast and brutal. My body clamps down, muscles seizing as I come hard.
I moan around Alex’s cock, the sound muffled but still echoing in the back of my throat. The vibration triggers a sharp gasp from him—he grabs my hair tighter, shoving himself deep, and I feel the first hot pulse of him shoot against my tongue.
Behind me, Tristan grunts out my name and pulls my hips snug against his. He drives deep and comes hard inside me, his hand gripping my ass so tightly I know there’ll be marks.
My knees buckle and I drop down, trembling, my cheek pressed to the sheets. For a few seconds there’s nothing but the heavy sound of our breathing, all of us catching our breath.
Alex collapses next to me, pulling me immediately against his chest, his arms tight and possessive. He’s still panting a little, so I nuzzle into the crook of his neck and just listen to his pulse thud under my ear.
Tristan hovers for a moment, then slides off the bed. I hear water running in the adjoining bathroom and he returns a moment later with a warm towel, cleaning me with his usual gentleness and care.
We collapse together in the late afternoon light, the sheets a mess beneath us. I'm nestled between Tristan and Alex, with Julian's head resting on my thigh. The room smells of sex and the faint traces of Julian's cologne. Outside, the sun continues its slow descent, painting the lake in shades of orange and pink.
"We should do this more often," Julian says, breaking the comfortable silence.
"What, sex?" I ask with a lazy smile. "We do that plenty."
"No, this." He gestures vaguely around us. "Getting away together. Just the four of us somewhere beautiful."
Tristan lightly rubs my shoulder. "We could make it a regular thing. Quarterly trips."
"Or monthly," Alex suggests, surprising me with his enthusiasm for the idea. "We could explore a new place each time."
