Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (11 page)

His mouth moved to the other breast and he licked the tight peak with tender desire. “I can spend the entire night tasting and devouring every inch of your body, but I’m hurting so bad to be inside you. I need you.”

“I’m here.”

He groaned and moved up my body to claim my lips and fit his erection at my entrance. I tasted myself on his mouth, felt the heat of his struggle in his shoulder muscles, and rejoiced in his loss of control as he pushed into me and a guttural sound escaped his lips.

The head of his cock pressed inside and he stilled, stroking the side of my face and dropping his forehead to my own. “You’re tight.”

“You’re big,” I replied, making a conscious effort to relax my muscles and take him. “You feel so amazing.”

“Baby, nothing’s as amazing as you.” Mark kissed my lips, my forehead, and the tip of my nose. He set a sensual rhythm and our bodies moved together, finding the erotic pleasure that came from true love and adoration. I loved this man moving within me. I’d always loved him.

Mark rolled his hips and stroked a special spot inside me I never knew existed, sending my body into overdrive.

“Now, baby,” he said, pumping faster and deeper. “Now. With me.”

With a final thrust, he claimed my mouth and my orgasm erupted through my body and soul. His roar joined my cries of ecstasy, as he came and the world around us ceased to exist.

He rested his forehead against mine. “Now sleep. Rest, because I promise to make love to you all night long. I want to hear you call my name over and over and over, Lora.”

And Mark always kept his promise.

Chapter Twelve

The smell of vanilla and coffee drifted into the sweet darkness of my sleep, and I was more than a little tempted to open my eyes and greet the sunshine. I stretched my hands in front of me and shielded my face, every muscle aching in spite of the bath Mark had insisted on at five in the morning, but the heavenly scent kept urging me to wake.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

I’d know Luca’s voice anywhere, but it was the warm lips against my mouth that startled me completely awake. Sprawled across the massive bed, my body was ultra-aware of his gaze caressing each displayed inch of bare flesh. I yanked at the sheet tangled behind my legs and pulled it over my chest.

“Awe…don’t do that, Lora,” Luca reprimanded, leaning down and folding the sheet at my waste. “I enjoy looking at you. You’re so beautiful in the morning.”

“I’m naked,” I objected, tugging on the sheet.

“Sweetheart.” He stilled my hand, returned the covers to my waist, all while shaking his head with an amused grin on his face. “You’re lucky
I
chose to bring you coffee in bed.” He leaned behind me and fluffed my pillows, then helped me sit up just a bit and placed the mug in my hands. “If you ever pull a stunt like that with Jake, that pretty ass of yours will be on fire for much longer than you’ll like.”

I sucked in a stunned breath, but my body flushed at his implication. “Jake would spank my ass?”

“In a heartbeat.”

The heat sizzled on my skin and my nipples hardened. “Would you?”

“Only for your pleasure, not for punishment. Jake is the disciplinarian.” He cupped my right breast and strummed his thumb over the straining peak. “From your reaction, I gather both thoughts excite you.”

I didn’t reply, holding my silence and reveling in the sensation building in my chest. I lowered my gaze and watched Luca’s hand move with slow tenderness over my chest. His thumb brushed across the dark peaks in gentle strokes, right to left, then in slow circles. I arched my back against his touch, and he responded with a tight squeeze that shot excitement straight to my core. Moisture immediately pooled between my legs, and I fought the urge to reach between them and bring myself to orgasm.

“You’re so responsive, sweetheart. Submitting to us was the best thing you could have decided on.” He lowered his head and captured the free nipple between his lips. His tongue mimicked the movement of his thumb on the other breast, and his teeth nipped a little harder than his fingers pinched.

“Luca,” I breathed, tangling my fingers in his hair. “You’re going to make me come just playing with my breasts. I don’t know how to feel about enjoying your touch like this after the night I’ve shared with Mark.”

Guilt settled in my stomach, holding any orgasm at bay. How could I want Mark and Luca, plus be excited by the thought of Jake punishing me, all at the same time? Did it make me desperate? Was I a slut?

I released my hold on Luca and pushed back against the pillows. I needed space.

“You submitted,” a familiar, yet sterner than usual, voice announced from the doorway. Jake stepped forward, holding my gaze with intense determination. “There’s no room for hesitation. No room for remorse. We’ve taken full responsibility for you and all the consequences belong to us. You don’t need to think about a thing. You don’t need to decide or battle with any intrusive ideas. It is your job to allow your body to respond and feel. Most importantly, you must trust us. Trust us to care for you, to see to your needs, and absorb any conflict that may cross your mind. Do you trust us? Accept us?”

He sat on the other side of the mattress, and raised his hand to cup my cheek. “Accept me? Trust me?”

My body certainly did. The tiny nub at the center of my legs throbbed with acceptance. The wet folds swelling to the point in which I had to spread my thighs to calm the ache.

“I’ve always trusted you,” I replied, running shaky fingertips over the dark stubble lining his jaw. I had no doubt that I trusted and wanted the men beside me. “It’s me that I doubt.”

“Well, that’s no longer your concern,” Jake replied very matter of fact. “It’s our issue. You’ve given us the privilege of your submission.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I had submitted. Me. Submitted. To my three men.

“Does that free your inhibitions, sweetheart?”

“Very much,” I breathed.

“You’ve just earned your morning orgasm,” Jake said, pulling the sheet away. “Touch yourself for us. Spread your thighs and let us see how wet you are. Show us how much you want us inside you, and find your release. I’ve been hard, wanting you, since the moment you strutted onto that stage.”

“With that flimsy little dress,” Luca added.

“I like the way my girl is blushing so pretty,” Mark said, strolling into the room and taking a seat in one of the armchairs.

I didn’t know what to do, how to react, but that hesitation was also quickly dismissed.

“Jake asked you to touch yourself, Lora,” Mark reminded.

My hand moved between my thighs, which Jake had taken the liberty of positioning wide apart, and I used my index and ring fingers to expose myself to their views. Sliding my middle finger inside the swollen folds, I spread my cream up to my clit, which I stroked with long and strong rubs.

Luca pushed the elastic of his shorts down and fisted his gorgeous cock with enough of a grip to whiten his fingertips. Empowered by the proof of his excitement, I worked my clit with greater fervor, circling and rubbing, stoking the flame beneath the tiny button until my ass was off the bed, my pussy high in the air, and my other hand massaging my tits.

Luca moved his hand along his length in the exact same rhythm I used on my clit. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip of the thick purple head, and I licked my lips in a pleading gesture to taste him.

“You are so pink and wet, sweetheart. So swollen with need. Are you aching to be fucked?” He pumped his cock into his fist with increasing speed.

“Yes.”

“First, Jake will take that pretty little cunt.” Luca slipped his hand between my legs. “You’re dripping, sweetheart. Finger yourself.”

“Yes,” I said, and explored my entrance with a tentative finger. I so wanted to stop touching myself and switch my attention to my men. I needed them to touch me. “Can you please play with my breasts again?”

Luca groaned at my request, splaying a big hand over my chest and rolling each nipple in turn. “Take her now.”

Jake had stripped and he was focused on the ministrations of my hand. The determined lines on his face were a clear indication of the amount of control he held. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he took hold of my legs and pulled me down, bringing my ass to the edge of the mattress. With his long fingers closed around my ankles, he positioned my feet against my ass and raised my rear off the bed, causing my thighs to drop apart.

“This is going to be quick, Bella.” He held me open, exposed, and vulnerable. “This fuck is for my pleasure.”

He plunged deep and strong, immediately burying himself within me. His balls hit my ass and he stilled, allowing me a tiny bit of time to grow accustomed to his girth.

When I nodded, his fingers gripped the swell of my hips and he began a ruthless onslaught of claiming my breath with each repeated pounding into my pussy, taking no mercy on the sensitive muscles trying so hard to hold him. He repeatedly thrust to the top of my womb until I felt his release pulse inside me. He pulled out and cum wet my ass, and a finally ribbon streamed over my stomach.

“I didn’t—

“And you won’t,” Mark explained, dropping an unexpected kiss on my forehead. I hadn’t even realized he’d come to hold me. “You will not climax until all three of us have spent inside you. Then, and only then, will we allow you to come.”

Jake groaned, and for the first time showed any sign of strain as he released my hips and stepped from between my legs. “You’re perfect,” he said, trailing a finger in the warm release on my belly and bending to seal my mouth with a kiss.

A thick and hot cock slid along my folds, nudging a large head at my clit. When Jake lifted his head, an impatient Luca stood between my legs, rubbing his length up and down my swollen pussy.

Jake slipped a salty finger past my lips. “You will know each of us separately and together. This is me.”

I sucked on Jake’s finger, swirled my tongue over the tip, and lost myself in the wonderful taste, while Luca wet his cock and teased my pussy.

Luca raised my ankles high in the air. “This is me,” he managed, and thrust his cock inside my channel, stretching and filling me with unbearable pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. He was huge. The largest cock I’d ever had. Ever seen. “Can you fit? Will I be—?

“Yes, sweetheart,” Luca assured, inching deeper. “You can. You will take all of me.”

Jake joined me on the bed. He fit my trembling body between his legs, and his chest against my back for support. Fingers spread my pussy and Jake worked his own semen over my clit, an obvious attempt to distract me from the sting of the large invasion, while Luca buried himself to the hilt and my body adjusted to the wonderful intrusion.

“I’m so full,” I confessed, closing my eyes and drifting in the darkness of my pleasure. “I don’t think you’ll be able to move.”

But he did. Slow and long thrusts, controlled by the beautiful man between my thighs, pulled my body and soul back into an oblivion it had only known at the hands of these men.

“You don’t have permission to come,” Jake said. “If you disobey and do not wait, I will need to punish you.”

My pussy convulsed, and Luca smiled knowingly. I held my breath and fought the orgasm. Just as I’d managed to keep the climax from hitting, Luca quickened his pace. The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled my ears, and moans of exquisite pleasure left my lips.

No longer gentle or slow, he pounded into me, staking his claim and telling me that there would never be a chance to go back. My body took it. Craved it. Strained to accommodate and accept every bit of him, as dark spots danced in my vision.

“Don’t come,” Mark reminded, his voice of reason keeping me grounded.

Luca threw back his head and bellowed his release, as his hips pinned me high above the bed and his seed spilled into me, then over my stomach and on my chest as he pulled out and leaned over to take my mouth.

“You were so worth the wait, sweetheart,” Luca said, trailing a finger over my collarbone and to my chest to collect his cum. “So worth it,” he repeated and slipped his finger past my lips.

I suckled the essence of one man, and accepted the support of another. The reality of my situation was so overwhelming, but none of them allowed my senses to settle long enough so I could truly contemplate it.

They stroked. They whispered. They encouraged.

“You’re doing so wonderfully,” Jake said, kissing my shoulder. “Responsive, beautiful, everything a woman should be.”

“Mark, please,” I begged, meeting his gaze. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

In fluid motion, Jake moved back, handed me to Luca, who turned me over and arranged my legs to hang off the side of the bed and my cheek to rest against Jake’s thigh. Mark moved behind me and gently raised my hips to fit a pillow Jake had handed him beneath my stomach.

My aching body sprawled on the bed, my ass in the air, with a terrible need to be filled and completed. Luca moved to my side and smoothed the hair from my face, leaning over to place a kiss on my temple. Jake caressed the swell of my breasts spilling over the sides, and there was no denying the sense that the men were trying to soothe and prepare me. I looked over my shoulder at Mark.

“Are you learning?” he asked, a mysterious twinkle in his eyes.

“Yes,” I said, swallowing any apprehension and studying Mark’s face for answers.

“Look at me,” Jake said, using a finger on my chin to turn me forward. “You’re very wet and aroused. It’s the perfect opportunity to prepare you for tonight.”

“Tonight?” My body was so on edge and my patience was totally gone. I’d met my end of the deal. I hadn’t reached my climax, so why would they deny me still?

“Tonight,” Luca confirmed, stretching for the nightstand and reaching for a tube of lube. He tossed it to Mark. “Tonight, we will take you all at once.”

My mind struggled to understand how these well-endowed men could manage, but my body revved higher with anticipation.

“That’s it, Lora. Push against the plug,” Mark encouraged, fitting the lubricated metal against my anus.