His lips pressed together, but he didn’t argue. I shifted on the towels beneath us, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before sand got in some uncomfortable places. Even though we had like eighty towels laid out and stacked three deep. Sand was demon’s torture.
I pressed kisses to his chest, licking his sun-warmed skin. Pausing at his nipples, I bit one to listen to him grunt. His hands stayed where they were, not touching me at all. Letting me do whatever I wanted to him. It was both trusting, and also spoke very loudly to how he wanted to be touched.
Leaving his chest, I slowly dragged my tongue down his stomach. Feeling the ridges and dips as his muscles flexed and relaxed, dancing under my touch. I continued further south, moving over his thong to bite at his cock through the thin material.
He grunted, his hips coming off the ground. I wrapped my mouth around him through the material, sucking lightly until he was making the most delicious sounds. Then I took pity on him and pulled the material away, revealing his delicious cock.
It was uncut, and I spent a minute moving the skin around his head. Pulling it back and playing peek-a-boo with his slit. Bronte snorted in amusement when I started making kissy faces at it. Winking at him, I finally put my mouth over him. Licking up his slit and pulling the skin back so that I could feel around his fat head.
Bronte groaned, his fingers loosely lacing into my hair. As I swirled my tongue around the top of his length, I wondered what it would take to get him to find his own pleasure with my mouth. How much would I have to push him?
Bringing my mouth lower, I took more of him, shifting my body so that I could press the flat, hot surface of my tongue against the underside. I hummed when I had him in the back of my throat. Above me, Bronte swore, his legs shifting to give me more room.
I smiled, taking that as an opportunity to touch his balls. I took them in my hand, feeling how heavy they were. How full. I touched his taint with my thumb, making him swear again, his hips coming off the ground.
Bobbing my head, keeping a gentle suction on his cock, I moved my mouth over him. Flicking my tongue over his head as I came to it and going back down with the flat of my tongue along the underside.
Gently, I squeezed his balls. Massaging them in my fist. Mesmerized how they seemed to jump in my grip.
When Bronte’s hand left my hair, I looked up at him. He watched me with dark eyes until his attention caught beyond. Before I could come off him and turn around, warm hands landed on me.
“You know,” Gale said in my ear, “Bronte would really rather be ridden than you sucking his dick.”
I blinked at Bronte, hollowing out my cheeks a little more. He sucked in a breath, gritting his teeth as his legs began to shake.
Gale chuckled. “Keep going and you’ll have him thrusting.”
Something must have glimmered in my eyes because Bronte’s widened in alarm. Grinning around him, I buckled down and sucked with everything in me. He held out for a solid minute, swearing, but then he was thrusting hard. His hands didn’t touch me now as he gripped the towel beneath him, but he shoved up hard, hitting the back of my throat and going further before slamming his ass back into the ground.
And then he coated my throat as I hummed around him while sucking like a vacuum. He swore, nearly coming up off the ground entirely. When he fell back and I released him with apop, he was almost glaring at Gale. Probably for telling me.
“I wondered what it would take,” I said, bending down to lick more of his cum that continued to leak.
“Not fair,” Bronte said. “You can’t tell my secrets.”
Gale smirked and pulled me away. He pulled me into his lap after pulling my thong off. I sat with him, his length pressing against me. His hands under my ass as we gently rocked together. His cock between my folds, sliding slickly over my clit. Sending jolts of lightning through my veins.
Our moment alone didn’t last. Neph was at my back before too long, climbing into Gale’s lap with me. He wrapped around, holding me close. Not kissing my skin or anything. Just breathing me in.
More and more, we took these quiet moments. Little intimacies that might otherwise go forgotten but were made all the more important because of recent events.
Gale reached between us, shifting us enough so that he could slip himself inside me. I sighed as I sank down on him, enjoying the way he had to spread my walls wider to fit inside. That delicious pressure that came from dicks that were just too big; but really, they’re perfect.
The three of us rocked together quietly, just holding onto each other.
Although the words never left my mouth, the absolute certainty that I loved these men more than anything filled me with such warmth that I had to catch my breath. I mean, I think I knew the moment I read their profiles. From the very first images of their faces staring up at me via the app.
These were my men. This was my forever.
Bronte
I was already panting,my body wrung out. And yet, there was nothing better than these moments. Where we were all naked. All together. All sensual. I enjoyed watching my husbands who don’t typically fuck, just touch and fondle. Sometimes actually have sex.
Because it’s not that we were against it. We didn’t have paved lanes that we were forced to stay into. Our relationships were always natural. There was no force involved. We fell however, and while we were never opposed to switching it up, it’s not something that tended to happen.
Maybe we needed more orgies to blur those lines. I could already see bridges connecting us where maybe there was a physical gulf before. Kohara and Zilan were wrapped around each other, cuddling as they caught their breath. Murmuring quiet words. Smiling. Stealing kisses.
I’ve never once seen them together. Nothing more than a hug from time to time.
