“Fine. Bartosz?”
Bartosz was on me again, this time unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, but before he pulled them down, I caught his face in my hand.
“Look at you,” I cooed, “being a god boy, listening not only to me but to Ettore too. I think you deserve a treat, but,” I looked up and down his lean frame, almost quivering with excitement, “strip.”
He did it with such gusto that I was sure that he had ripped at least one item of clothing. Jin Woo’s chuckle vibrated throughme even as he watched Ettore peel off his clothes in a more dignified manner; his pale cockhead glistened as he freed it from his pants. Jin Woo reached out for it and began to stroke him as he slowly ground into my ass.
Fully naked, shadows pooling in the lines of Bartosz’s chest, he waited for me to tell him what to do.
“You may eat me,” I said finally, kicking off my pants and widening my legs for him. He didn’t even pull my panties down, just pushed them to the side and ate me like a starving man. Jin Woo kept me grounded as I writhed and twisted in his lap, the steady force of his thrusts behind me as in rhythm as a metronome. During a thrust, I saw him take Ettore into his mouth, Ettore standing above him, his head thrown back.
I came to the sensation of Bartosz’s nose and tongue rubbing my clit, his fingers, one and then two and then three, stroking inside of me undid me. Ecstasy overwhelmed me for a moment, and when I came to myself, Bartosz was looking up at me, my wetness on his lips and cheeks, a deeply satisfied look on his face.
I wanted more. More of everything, more of them, of the sensation, I wanted all of them inside me, even though I knew my body wasn’t ready for that, I wanted it nonetheless, and I wanted so many other things that I couldn’t even vocalize. Before I could try to say anything, not sure through the pleasure what I could or should say, Ettore, his voice rough, cut in.
“Oskar,” and he was there, all muscle, a light dusting of hair across his chest, his cock, ruddier than Ettore’s, and thicker, though slightly shorter, but still long, bobbing under its own weight. Oskar, the missing piece, the part of me that had been missing for all of those years, I wanted him with me, I wanted him in me.
He knew. He knew because he always knew, he knew me better than anyone else, and I could see how he wanted me too with the desire of a man dying of thirst in a desert.
He kissed me so sweetly that it made me want to cry, to scream, to hold him. Then, without ever taking his mouth off of mine, he was in me. Filling me up so well, making me feel that exquisite fullness. It was like he was shaped for me, like I was built to hold him in this way. When he began thrusting, in time with Jin Woo’s thrusts, I almost sobbed. All at once, the urge to be touching all of them took over me, and I groped like a blind, desperate woman for Bartosz, who obligingly slid his shaft into my hand, just as Jin Woo shifted upward, leaving Ettore space to slide behind him and fill him, Ettore’s hand on my side all the while.
He seemed to know exactly what I needed, his thrusts causing Jin Woo’s to stutter, me to grip harder on Bartosz and Oskar to thrust even faster, hitting that place inside of me.
“Salvatrice, we’re all here, all of yours are here. Come for us, come for us, baby.”
And I did, my legs looped around Oskar’s back, squeezing him into me as I came, feeling Jin Woo and Oskar cum too, Bartosz and Ettore doing the same shortly afterwards. Again, I was dead to the world for a while, and I came back to it too, Oskar and Bartosz just finishing cleaning me, Jin Woo murmuring what I would swear were promises as he once again held me. Once they were finished and I was clean, I was tucked into the middle of guys, Jin Woo on one side of me, Oskar on the other. Bartosz half rested on my stomach, Ettore gripping one of my hands.
“We will always be with you,” one of them whispered as I drifted off to sleep, “always.”
My last thought was of how that was all I wanted.
Chapter Twelve
Waking up was a warm and almost luxurious experience, which was strange as sleeping on a hard wooden floor was far from luxurious. The chorus of sleepy breaths lulled me into a doze, but the cracks of light from outside called to me. Disentangling myself from the guys, I stood up. I ached a little but in a delicious way that made me want to arch my back like a cat, roll my muscles this way and that, feel the limits, and press the tender pieces of myself.
Padding softly to the door and pulling on my shoes, I slipped out of the cabin, closing the door behind me softly. Dawn was breaking, but it broke yellow. Or at least not red, just a ruddy, light orange. I watched it for as long as I could until the sun had risen enough that it was painful to look in its direction. Then I turned and sprinted back to the cabin.
I threw the door open.
“Get up! Get up! The ash has cleared!”
Oskar sat up almost immediately, rubbing his eyes, but Ettore rolled over, covering his face with his arms.
“I’m sure it will be cleared for a little while longer. Come back and sleep.”
I was frustrated enough to almost stamp my foot like a child, but instead, I just grabbed the arms of Jin Woo and Bartosz and pulled them into sitting positions as they looked at me blearily. They were utterly endearing, their shirts backwards and inside out, respectively. I couldn’t help myself up. I leaned forward and kissed them both on the cheeks, and then leanedover and kissed Oskar on the cheek as well, but before I could pull away, he turned his face so that we were kissing properly. If I had one shred less of self-control, I would have been back on the makeshift bed in a moment. It wasso goodto feel, touch, just be around him again. However, my self-control was just a smidge too strong; I pulled myself away with more than a little regret.
“The storm cleared away all of the clouds, which, at least Oskar knows, is incredibly rare on the west coast of Norway. Most of the wood will be wet and will take a while to burn. Basically, we need all of the time we have to make a bonfire if we want to be noticed, so” I nudged Ettore’s foot with my foot, “we need toget upand get moving.”
I turned to leave, to figure out where the best place to set the fire would be, when something caught on my pants. Ettore held on to my hem, looking up pitifully.
“Where’s my good morning kiss?”
“Only people who have actually gotten up and are not currently lying on the floor get kisses.”
I cracked a smile listening to his whining as I left the cabin.
In all the movies, they set their rescue fires on the beach of the deserted island that they were shipwrecked on, but in the movies, the shipwreck always happened on a flat tropical island. Here we had a hill, in the middle of the pasture, that was taller than the trees surrounding it. After a couple of minutes of debate, I decided that the top of the hill would be better than anywhere else on the island.
