That’s true enough. I watched Neph with him, my moans filling my head as they worked me together. Though I don’t think it was conscious on Neph’s part at this rate. He very obviously wasn’t seeing us anymore as he moved wildly. I think it was only Tem not giving him enough room to truly move that he hadn’t come yet.
With his hand around my neck again, Tem pulled my face around and kissed me breathless. “I’m going to fuck him now, alright?”
I nodded. “Want me to—”
“Stay right there. You’re not moving. Just ride him. Let him get lost in your body, princess.”
Grinning, I nodded. Tem slowly pulled out of me, and Neph calmed down. But only for a minute. I shifted, twisting again, so that I could watch Tem. I looked in time to see his cockhead disappear into Neph’s ass.
Neph hissed, his hips slapping upwards, making me gasp. His hands gripped me harshly. Tem moved us so that Neph’s ass was no longer on the ground but over his bent legs. That had me so that I was practically kneeling to stay on.
When Tem was halfway in, I turned back to Neph. He couldn’t move much at this angle, Tem having changed the position enough that he no longer had purchase. His eyes were still wide, his mouth opening and closing without sound. Though his hands on me were digging, the rest of him looked relaxed.
His legs shifted under me, widening, and I knew he must bottom pretty regularly. I wasn’t sure if he was always this blissed out during sex or if it was stemming from the overstimulation Tem caused him until this point.
“That’s it,” Tem said, shifting closer to me. His chest pressed against my back, and I knew he was buried deep.
“This is so fucking hot,” I muttered, grinding down on Neph’s dick. Neph moaned loudly, trying and failing to move his hips beyond a wiggle.
Tem nodded. “Ready to feel him lose it?”
“Yes. So ready.”
“Hang on, baby,” he said in my ear.
I leaned forward, planting my hands on Neph’s chest again. When I was settled and braced, Tem started thrusting.
The noises that came out of Neph were erotic. Carnal. Uninhibited lust and arousal. Though he had no leverage to move, he still managed to thrust inside me harshly, slamming into my g-spot over and over until I was crying out.
Tem never stopped. He didn’t let up, his hand on my shoulder kept me balanced. I wasn’t sure where his other hand was, but I knew he was hanging onto Neph tightly. It felt like we were in a marathon. We weren’t allowed to finish until we reached the finish line.
Except that the end kept changing. Not remaining still. And we chased it with Tem behind the motor, driving us on. Only when he commanded that we come, did I think that he was holding the trigger. I came down with a screaming crash. Everything in me shattering almost audibly. But I could barely hear it over Neph’s roar.
Then we collapsed on the ground into a heap, Tem’s strong hold keeping us tightly together. Many, many long minutes passed as the sun set on the horizon, beyond the clouds as shadows stretched across the grass. I shivered as the air cooled.
“I just remembered why we don’t fuck,” Neph said, his voice a raspy croak.
“Why?” Tem asked.
“Because every time we do, you fucking murder me and bring me back. Over and fucking over again.”
Tem laughed. “You’re welcome.”
Bronte
The basement poolwas a long rectangle with a current for those who like to swim laps without having to turn around every so many feet. They could be turned on and you just swim against the jets. There were several speeds and while I thought it was a good stress reliever sometimes, I also had this niggling feeling like it was wasting time. It wasn’t. Swimming was a phenomenal full-body exercise.
I rarely lasted long in the chlorine pool. Climbing out and flicking the jets off, I headed outside through the firepit and toward the round saltwater pool. Usually it was warmer than it was today but that’s because we’ve been hiding under a heavy cell of storm clouds for weeks now. The sun just hasn’t been able to penetrate the thick layer.
Even so, I dropped into the pool and closed my eyes, letting the cool air brush against my wet skin and pebble in the chill. Hawaii was rarely anything but a tropical paradise but there were days when it could be downright cold. Especially when the sun hasn’t shined in a while.
We were heading back into The Harem Project in a couple days to see what news Koh’s team had gathered. And also to see what kinds of weapons The Harem Project had.
While we knew Silence was expanding their arsenal with a whole array of nightmarish weapons, I shuddered to think that the rest of the world was sitting pretty and turning their head in the opposite direction. Wanting peace. Pretending that if they looked the other way and didn’t get involved, they’d have peace. They’d be left alone.
They were stupid.
While part of me wanted to let them die if they weren’t willing to fight, the louder part of me understood. Until the last year or so, we’d also been just as content to ignore the world and carry on as if nothing was happening.
