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“You’re forgetting her mouth,” I called, shooting a wink at our girl before swimming toward the chalet.
I watched as Ry stopped swimming at the ladder to let Flynn scramble up it. Our beautiful boy stood at the top, his dick swinging freely, the metal adorning him glinting in the late afternoon sunlight. He raised his arms above his head while doing a silly dance, celebrating.
“Zee, get up here,” he called out, waving her over.
Ry was up the ladder in a few steps, and my swim strokes stuttered as I watched the flex of his arms, back, and arse as he moved. He dragged the wicker coffee table away from the couch and tossed the long cushion from the couch onto it, softening the surface for Flynn as I climbed the ladder.
“On your back, beautiful boy,” I instructed, parting his knees once he’d laid down. I licked a stripe up his cock. The bump of his piercings on my tongue made me jealous of Tristan’s arse. He got to feel those inside him, rubbing his prostate and lighting up every nerve ending. “You know, one of these days, I’m gonna pin you to a table just like this and ride this monster. I want to feel these piercings inside me.”
Flynn’s breath stuttered, and pre-cum bloomed at his slit. I lapped it up and hummed as I sucked his thick cock down as far as I could, my gaze never leaving his.
Eleven
Zali
Iclimbed up the last rung of the ladder, completely refreshed. It was as if the weight of the world had been washed away in the ocean and my well refilled. I needed the water to feed my soul. Maybe it was the connection to Mum and Ash that did it—like getting a shot of adrenaline from being close to them again. Maybe it was as simple as being able to disconnect from what was weighing on me—the pressure, the driving need to give them some kind of justice. Whatever it was, I needed it. My body craved it in the same way an addict craves their drug of choice.
Now, though, it was craving other things. That sweet prelude of what was to come was nothing but a tease. And I wanted more. I wanted it all.
Stepping onto the deck, I saw Ry flick open the lube and Flynn prop his heels up on the coffee table, spreading himself open as Ezra licked at him like he was a lollipop. My clit throbbed at the sight of them making each other feel good.
I wanted in too.
“Zee, come here. I need you,” Flynn rasped, holding out his hands for me. I went to him, and he tugged me closer. “Straddle my face. I want to taste you.”
I didn’t hesitate to follow his orders, and he rewarded me with a lick of my cunt before he sucked my clit into his mouth, biting down on it gently. I cried out, sensation licking over my body and pooling in my belly. I covered him with my juices, and he hummed, lapping them up as I ground on his tongue.
Tristan’s hands were at my arse, his thick fingers rimming my hole. “You want to do this, Ry?” he asked as Ryder tipped the lube, coating his fingers in slick before handing it to Tristan. The cold of the viscous liquid hitting between my cheeks was a shock to my system, and my cunt tightened, anticipation thrumming through me. I couldn’t wait to have them inside me.
He hummed. “Think I might prep Ez, actually. Want my cock in him.”
“Me too,” Flynn gasped as he repositioned me and slid his fingers deep inside my cunt. I cried out and pinched my nipples, arousal singing through my veins and my clit already tingling. Fuck me, I needed this. I needed to get out of my head and let them take over my body, using me to get off. I wanted them to fill me, to fuck me and use me like I was their sex toy. I wanted to be brimming with cum and have it spill out of me every time I moved. I wanted to be stretched open and fucked.
When we got on the plane again tomorrow, I wanted to still feel every pump of their hips against me, the ghost of their fucking a dull ache every time I moved.
Then I wanted them to do it all again.
“Get inside me, Tristan,” I begged. He obliged, sliding without hesitation what had to be two fingers inside my hole. The burn was like kindling to a match, setting me alight. I moaned long and low, my cunt clenching as it begged to be stretched like Tristan was doing to my arse.
“She’s already close,” Flynn growled against my clit, the vibrations sending me spiralling. “Add a finger, Tris.”
They were worshipping my body, Tristan following Flynn’s suggestion and stretching me more, finger fucking me harder.
The rushing started at my core, tingles exploding from my clit.
My cunt tightened, and Flynn added another finger. I twisted my nipples hard, my fingernails biting into the skin there.
A wave of heat blasted over me, and I cried out, my orgasm slamming into me after only a minute of them touching me.
My legs nearly gave out, but they were there to catch me. Ezra hooked his arms under my shoulders, and Flynn lifted my arse, both of them shifting me like I was weightless. Tristan was there too, holding Flynn’s cock up so they could impale me on his dick while my cunt was still convulsing. The stretch and the caress from the warm metal of Flynn’s piercings as he entered me was an electrical shock to my system, making my muscles lock up, then release as he hit my G-spot and kept lowering me until he bottomed out. He was so hard and thick that I paused for a moment, savouring the stretch.
“Zee, I need you to move,” Flynn groaned, and I rocked my hips tentatively, wanting more than his cock inside me.
“Lie on him, kitten. I need inside your arse,” Tristan ordered, and the resistance in my body gave way. I laid on his chest, pushing my hips up, and Tristan climbed onto the table, straddling my hips and nudging my hole with his thick cock.
“Do it,” I begged. “Fuck me so I’m fucking Flynn too.”
He didn’t hesitate, surging forward in one deep thrust, not stopping until his hips were pressed against my arse. The burn rocketed through me, the sharp stab of pain/pleasure stealing my breath. I gasped, and Tristan pulled all the way out before jamming his hips forward, breaching my ring and slamming his cock into me.
