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The man had a deep, throaty chuckle, and I felt it caress my skin and seep into my bones. What was this need inside of me, begging to be let out? This wasn’t exactly par for the course for me, but something about this whole experience brought my desires to the surface.
Diego looked past me and nodded at Oliver. I stroked his cheek again, bringing his eyes back to mine and trying to convey how glad I was he was willing to bend a little. His own eyes softened as he stared back at me, pulling that lip between his teeth. I wanted to take it between mine and bite into the soft flesh.
Back and forth, I rocked my hips and teased them. Oliver’s hand traveled down, playing with the strip of skin between the waistband of my sleep shorts and the hem of the cami.
“Where do you want me, love?” Oliver asked against my neck. His lips barely made contact as he spoke, feeling like butterfly kisses on my overheated skin. “Here?” he asked, slipping a hand down the front of my shorts. “Or here?” The wandering hand slid around my hip and landed on my ass, giving one cheek an appreciative stroke. “Personally, I’d like to start here.” His hand dragged up my stomach to find my breasts. He tweaked a nipple, and the pinch went straight to my clit.
“Yes, please.” My words were barely a whisper, but he heard. Turning to give both men equal access, I lay flat on my back with Diego on my right and Oliver on my left, each lowering their heads.
Diego pressed his body more fully against me, grinding his hard dick against my hip as he trailed those delicious kisses down my neck. Oliver lifted my shirt slowly, dragging the silky material along my skin. Every delicate scrape of the lace hem on my sensitive stomach made me twitch until he reached the built-in bra that wasabsolutelynecessary when you had boobs like mine. He dug his fingers under the elastic band and lifted it over my tits, gently trailing his fingers along the sensitive flesh and baring me to both of them.
Diego helped Oliver lift the material up over my head, then left it tangled around my arms above as Oliver dipped his lips to my neck.
This was so fucking sensual; I didn’t think I’d ever experienced anything like it before. Soft touches, slow caresses, feeling as if my entire universe lived in this moment. The balmy Caribbean air, our sweat-beaded skin, the secrets we shared under the cover of night.
Oliver trailed open-mouthed kisses along my collar as Diego mirrored him on the other side. They slowly worked their way down my body, leaving no area of skin untouched. It felt as if we had all the time in the world.
As if on the same wavelength, they reached my nipples simultaneously, sucking them into their mouths. I gasped as teeth scraped, tongues tangled, and Diego’s hand trailed toward my sleep shorts.
I untangled one of my wrists from my discarded top and grasped Oliver’s silky hair, pulling his head toward me. Suddenly, all I could think of was kissing this man. He’d kissed my body but not my lips, and I needed to know if the chemistry I’d felt would shine in our kiss.
A slow and lazy smile crept along his face, his gaze flicking between my eyes and parted lips. “Please, Oliver.”
His lips crashed down on mine, and I was suspended in a state of euphoria as his kiss took me captive. At the same moment, Diego’s fingers found my clit and twirled a playful circle around it.
The gasp that slipped from my lips was loud in the quiet room. Our breathing had been the only thing I’d heard for the last few minutes, but then someone on the other side of the room huffed in annoyance.
I couldn’t tell who it was and didn’t want to find out. I tried to refocus my mind and keep myself present, but having an audience like this felt weird. Sure, everyone knew what they’d signed up for in coming here and being an occasional voyeur was a distinct possibility, but still. Even after talking about it that first night, things felt off.
Diego’s fingers ran along my seam, sending the intrusive thoughts scattering. Oliver leaned close and whispered, “That’s it, love. Stay here with us.”
He’d clearly noticed my thoughts drifting, but his words of encouragement, paired with his drugging kisses, were all I needed to fall back into that state of bliss.
“Say yes, Soph,” Diego begged, pausing his touch at my entrance.
I ripped my lips from Oliver’s and looked at Diego. He had propped himself up on one arm, his other hand buried under my shorts and teasing me with the barest touch. “Let me in, Soph. Let me in and let me show you what I can do for you.” His fingers drifted just above my clit and all I wanted in the world at that moment was his fingers on me. “I want to touch you, taste you.”
I peeked over at Oliver to see if this was going too far for any of us. I was wholly on board with what was happening, but I wasn’t the only one to consider here. Oliver nodded encouragingly and gave me a soft smile, letting me know he’d understood my line of thinking. “He begs so nicely, doesn’t he, love?”
“Yes. Yes, he does.” I nodded along and turned to Diego. “Touch me.”
Given permission, Diego moved his hand, sliding his fingers into my wet heat as his eyes remained fixed on my face, retreating just as leisurely and bringing his soaked digits toward his face. He wrapped his lips around them and sucked them clean in the dim light.
Diego’s eyes closed as he savored my taste, and when he opened them, there was heat burning in his dark gaze. Oliver’s breath grew ragged as he watched, drawing my attention to him. He had watched the entire exchange, keeping his hands steady and falling under the same spell Diego had wrapped me in.
I widened my legs as Diego returned his fingers to my core, pumping them in and out, dragging my arousal up to my clit and circling his fingers around my throbbing nub.
“Tell me, Soph,” he gritted out, plunging his fingers back into me. His pace increased, using the heel of his hand to grind against my clit as his fingers curled up, finding that sensitive spot inside me.
My eyes slammed shut, and my back bowed. “Yes, yes, yes,” I rasped. “So fucking good. Your fingers feel so fucking good.” I felt the stirrings of an orgasm just out of reach. Hiding, as if too shy to come out so publicly. I strained, twisting and curling my body as the need to move against his hand roared to life within me. “Harder, Diego. Please!”
He rubbed my G-spot more insistently, never faltering or losing his rhythm. Oliver moved closer, his lips retaking mine as he swallowed moan after moan, attempting to keep me from waking our neighbors. If we hadn’t already.
“That’s it, love. Give it to us.” He pinched a nipple between his fingers, my oversensitive nerves screaming for more. I enjoyed some pain with my pleasure. When I got myself off, it was often a mixture of both.
My climax was right there. My breathing stalled as I paused, hanging over the precipice.
Then, someone let out a snore on the other side of the room, and my orgasm flitted out of sight, leaving me an achy and frustrated mess. So, I did what any non-rational woman would do in my position.
