Then, Dane pulls back and slaps my ass. The sting is sweet, sends a shockwave of surprised pleasure through me, and Cole is getting to his feet, his hand already moving against his cock over his swim trunks.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he mutters, darkly, those hazel eyes the darkest shade of green I’ve yet to see them.
“Please,” I whine, and both men let out noises. Cole stands before me, his hand working on himself over the thin material of his swim shorts. I can see where his pre-cum is wetting the now-dry fabric. He’s waiting for me to do something.
So, still rocking on Dane’s cock, most of my mind completely gone from the deep, throbbing stretch of it, I reach out and pull Cole’s trunks down. His cock springs free, standing at attention, pointing right at me like an offering.
I take it and, maybe in a moment of delirium, I run it over each cheek, looking up at him, wanting Cole to see how badly I want him in my mouth.
He grips my shoulders, flutters his hands over me like he’s not sure where to put them. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. Even after this week, I still don’t have much practice.
But I get the feeling that, with these men, I can do no wrong as long as I’m naked and wanting.
“Lu-cy,” Cole grinds out, his own head falling back as I run my tongue over him. I’m getting more familiar with the shapes of them, the way each of them is different, responds to various touches and sounds. It’s thrilling, to learn all this.
Maybe I should put the information in that CEO binder.
No. They belong to me, and there’s no way in hell I’m helping another assistant do a good job likethis. I don’t like the idea of anyone elseeverdoing this with them the way I am.
Colereallylikes what I’m doing now, when I pop him out of my mouth, focus on sweeping my tongue against the bottom of his dick, just under the head.
After that, it’s just keeping rhythm, like a strange, programmed machine. Dane with his cock inside me, his thumb on my clit. Me with my tongue on Cole’s dick, him with his hands, tangled in my hair.
We move together, chasing pleasure, breathing and shifting as one.
Then, our orgasms crest like the misfires of an engine. Cole lets out a warning sound for me, and I clench around Dane, which quickens his pace. The tightening moves from one to the other, each of us passing it down until we’re all coiled tight enough to pop.
And we do. Cole comes first, a low, guttural noise escaping from the bottom of his throat. He tries to pull back from me, but I’ve done this before, and I can do it again. I tug on him, an indication that he can stay if he wants.
From the way his pupils blow out, his hands tightening in my hair, I think he likes the idea of that.
So I swallow him down, unable to keep myself from thinking about how much Nico liked it when I did that. When it’s done, Dane still fucking under me, Cole drops to his knees, clumsily groping at my breasts, kissing the side of my neck, working me and working me, not giving up until I get mine, too.
And I do, clenching around Dane as he grinds me down tight and thrusts up once, twice, his entire body shaking as he empties himself inside me.
We collapse, a pile of bodies in the sand, breathing together like a single amoeba.
“Okay.” Turning together, we look up to see Nico grinning down at us, pointing a pair of tongs down in our direction. “That was hot ashell.”
Dane grunts up at him, “Thanks for the review. Any other notes?”
“Yeah,” Nico says, his grin widening. “We should definitely try it again on the plane home.”
Chapter 32
Lucy
“Lucy?”
I pause on my way to the apartment door, hand in my purse where I was reaching for my keys, turning to look back at my aunt.
“Yeah?” I continue rummaging through my bag as Aunt Ruby peers up at me from the table. Once more she has oils and extractions around her, little brown glass bottles that turn the living room into a scent warzone.
We’ve been back in the city for a little more than a week now, and I’ve spent most nights over at Dane’s place. Once, Nico took us all out to his boat where he swore we would have privacy, but there were reporters at the gate, and it freaked me out enough that we ended up calling the whole thing off.
Tonight, Cole has set up a private table for us at a restaurant he promises will be press-free. I’m nervous, but excited at the prospect of having a real date with the three men.
Now, still studying me carefully, Aunt Ruby takes off her glasses and laces her fingers together, resting her chin on the backs of her hands. “I’m glad you’re having fun, dear. But… it is my job to look after you right now. First it was just the one man, but now… I just want to make sure you’re being careful.”
