~ 35 ~
PEYTON
I took them into the grotto, one at a time. Kissing them. Mounting them. Wrapping my legs tightly around them beneath the soothing waters, until we were so close our hearts were beating together, chest to chest.
One by one I told them I loved them. I did it while straddling them, face to face, with each of them buried deep inside me.
And somehow, saying those three little words was the most magnificent thing I’d ever done.
I told Colson while staring into those piercing, honor-bound eyes, and cried the words as I squirmed deeper into Ripley’s thick neck. With Theo, I whispered ‘I love you’ straight into his ear, softly, right before I came. He bounced me gently in his lap, holding me throughout the entirety of my orgasm as he told me he loved me back, and that he’dalwaysloved me, and that this, right here, was the greatest moment of his entire life.
I don’t know to what extent I meant the words, but I knew in my heart that Ididlove these men. It was all part ofopening up. Of letting go. Of surrendering to the idea that, for tonight at least, I could let myself fall madly and deeply in love with more than just one person at a time. And that, on their end of things, more than one beautiful man could simultaneously fall in love with me.
The whole thing was dreamlike; riding them beneath the glowing blue light of the volcanic dome. Saying the words felt like pulling my overflowing heart out, and giving it to each of them. And not just a piece, but the whole of me. Everything that was inside. All of my love, my desire, my hopes, my dreams — my entire life.
A life that I already owed to them.
Telling these men I loved them while kissing and fucking them went way beyond sensual. It was the end-all, be-all culmination of everything they’d done for me, everything they’d sacrificed. And while the depths of my gratitude couldn’t possibly be measured in terms of three simple words, those words were indeed powerful. They facilitated an outpouring of unchecked emotion that sprang forth from my heart, to sweep over us in the heat of our coupling. I was astounded by how deeply it had surged from within me, with the same heat and force as the hot springs that flowed up from the earth and was warming our writhing, twisting bodies. All I could do was flex my thighs to pull them in even closer. Hold their handsome faces in the palms of my hands, while kissing and whispering and fawning all over them.
And after that, they carried me from the pool, and took me upstairs…
Where my three saviors showed me how much they had fallen forme.
Taking them together was my mind-blowing favorite, but I’d never taken all three of them at once. Dried off andstretched out on the soft, fur-lined bed, I beckoned them down with a crooked finger, and begged them to have their way with me.
Jealousy faded into the background. Competition took hold. The boys pinned me down, holding my wrists and ankles as they took turns devouring my warm, pleasantly-fucked pussy. Colson and Ripley passed my mouth back and forth, kissing me hotly, while Theo’s talented tongue fluttered over my swollen, sensitive button. They took turns down there, spreading me open, holding my thighs apart. One man would finger me slowly, reaching places that were achingly deep, while another would continue dragging his tongue over every inch of my greedy folds.
Every once in a while I managed to get a hand free. I grabbed heads. I pulled hair. I raked their naked backs in the throes of multiple life-changing orgasms, while reaching desperately for the three hard shafts that were constantly just out of reach. They swung near my face, or dragged tantalizingly along my leg, whenever they shifted or changed positions. Every time I almost had one, a strong, insistent hand would push mine away, or pin it back to the bed. It wasn’t until Theo’s lips kissed their way up to my ear that I finally understood their goal.
“We’re here toloveyou, Peyton,” he whispered, huskily. “Lay back and enjoy it.”
I sighed and rolled my head back, just as a pillow was pushed beneath it. They were servicing me.They were making love to my body with their mouths, their tongues, their hot, questing fingers, and their pleasure wouldn’t come until afterward. Only when they’d drank their fill of me; once they’d seen me satisfied in every other way… then, and only then, would they finally take me in the one way I wanted most.
My cries became pleas, and ultimately begs. As a team they looked so fucking good! So incredibly strong and thick as they climbed all over me, drowning me in a sea of biceps and triceps and man-muscle. My world became an endless ocean of deltoids and pectorals and ripped, knot-like abdominals, my head lolling left and right to find thick legs flexed sexily beside me. And of course the kissing; so intense, so rapturous. So dreamlike, and blissful, and totally non-stop.
My wrists ached from being pinned to the soft, warm mattress, and my nipples were overly sensitive from the three pairs of stubbled mouths constantly clamped over them. They took turns there too; kneading my breasts with eager hands, mouths moving hungrily over my areolae, as tongues circled hotly.
Succumbing to the delirium, I conceded the last of my control. I lost track of how many times I came, reveling in the feel of three hot mouths working me over, as I bucked and twisted and melted into the bed.
Then, just as suddenly, two hands wrapped my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the mattress.
