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Twelve
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“No, I’m telling you I’ve barely even seen them after that first night. Maybe once or twice at the restaurant, or down on the beach, surfing.” I paused, stifling a groan. “The blond one was from California, if I remember. What was his name again?”
Hayden squeezed my shoulders playfully, pretending to choke me. Craning to look backwards I stuck my tongue out at him, as his oil-covered palms slid down to my lower back.
“If I see him I’ll put in a word for you,” I smirked, shaking my head ‘no’ as I said it. A few feet away, Devin looked up from his laptop and chuckled. “Yes, I promise. Talk to you later.”
I sighed and hung up the phone as a second pair of hands joined Hayden’s, this time working the backs of my legs. I shifted my bikini-covered ass toward Reese to accommodate them both.
“Your friends again?”
I nodded, floating back into the moment.
“After the photo you sent that first night they won’t leave you alone, huh?” asked Hayden.
I shrugged as their hands moved suspiciously upward and inward, sliding to the most sensitive parts of my thighs. The familiar tingles started up again. It was hard to focus.
“In their defense, they were all supposed to be here,” I said. “So I can understand the jealousy.”
“You’re lying through your teeth though,” Reese pointed out. “Instead of letting them live vicariously through you.”
“So you’re saying I should tell them… what exactly?”
My thoughts drifted as the guys pondered the question. The events of the past week made my stomach flutter.
“Should I really tell them what I’ve been doing with you?” I purred.
Honestly, they wouldn’t even believe it. Well, maybe Carmen would. But definitely not the others.
“Or tell them what the three of you have been doing tome?”
The knot in my stomach tightened. Living with the guys over the past week had blown away every fantasy I’d ever had. I’d been taken by them over and over, my body used by them at will. Screwed in every conceivable place, over every square inch of our villa, our sun deck, and our private stretch of beach.
And they couldn’t be blamed because I’d led them on. They couldn’t be blamed because I’d done the same to them.
The same… and then some.
We’d done vacation things together also, that part was true. As a foursome we’d snorkeled crystal clear reefs, picking out trigger-fish and tangs and angels, in every color of the rainbow. We’d rented Jet Skis, and chased each other through turquoise lagoons. We’d gasped in awe at humpback whales playing alongside us, while taking a sunset sail.
But it was the evenings where things really heated up. And that’s because the nights belonged tous.
There was barely a moment one or more of them weren’t holding me, kissing me, making me feel like a pampered princess. They waited on me hand and foot, taking turns fulfilling my every need. And my needs were many. Mainly because the more I had of them, the more I became totally and hopelessly greedy for what they could give me.
And together, I learned they could give me alot.
We’d start our nights in the hot tub, watching the sun go down behind the mountains. As the shadows gathered I’d be taken by one or more of them, right there in the bubbling waters. They usually passed me back and forth, taking turns pulling me onto them. Once I was even devoured right there in the lounge chair, my hands sifting blissfully through three different hair styles. All while staring dreamily up at a flawless, star-filled sky.
Our evenings always progressed inside, where the guys took whatever else they wanted. I was forced happily to my knees, where I served them with my hot, hungry mouth. I’d become voracious for them. Wholly insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of their salt-kissed skin, or the musky, savory taste of them as they erupted, one by one, down my throat.
God, it made me so fucking hot to service them like that. Especially when one or more of them would slide their hands over my head, urging me down on another. It was during those times that Ireallyfelt used, but of course, used in the best possible way.
Fuck…
The evening usually culminated in the boys pushing me to the couch or even the floor, where they took turns nudging my thighs apart and ravishing me to earth-shattering, leg-shaking orgasms. It felt magnificent, being their willing toy. Like being submissive but yet also in power, because in the end the things I did to them were equally greedy.
I slept in any bed I drifted off in, with whomever happened to pass out beside me. Even then my body was theirs. I couldn’t count the number of times I woke up with a hard, lean torso gliding between my legs. Groggily coming to as the slow, rhythmic thrusts started up again, while a pair of hot lips lowered themselves against my neck…
