Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (12 page)

I was about to protest, about to say that my ass was off limits, when the plug broke through the tight opening and relief spread through me. Simultaneously, Mark thrust his cock into my channel, not making me wait, and with the second pump of his hips, my body soared on a flight of true bliss. He reached an arm around me, pressed his finger on my clit, and breathed against my ear.

“Come,” he commanded.

My body splintered in a prism of light with the long awaited release. The dark spots returned, and my awareness faded to pure contentment in the arms of my men.

Chapter Thirteen

“How am I supposed to keep this thing in my ass all day?” I asked, pulling on the hem of the short skirt Jake had selected.

“You will,” Jake replied, motioning for me to put on a tiny white tank top. He’d bathed me, chosen my outfit, and was sitting on the room’s armchair watching me dress.

I lifted the tank off the bed, but found nothing beneath it. “You forgot panties and a bra.”

“I don’t forget, Bella.”

“But how am I supposed to go out in public like this?” I gestured to my nipples straining against the white material and my thighs on display beneath the short length of the mini-skirt. “If I bend over, everyone will see the plug.”

He grinned, motioned for me to walk to where he sat, twirled a finger in the air, and waited for me to turn. “Now touch your toes.”

I did as instructed and looked over my shoulder at him. I could feel the cool air on my naked ass, and knowing that he had a view of my filled rear and my swollen pussy, only served to make the ache between my legs throb harder.

“Come closer,” he instructed, remaining seated.

I inched back and when I was near enough, a firm hand closed on my hip and guided me between his knees. He spread a large palm over me ass and pushed against the plug. “We chose right. This is such a lovely plug for you. It’s encrusted with sparkly stones, all pink and bright, like your wet pussy. Look at yourself in the mirror.”

Dampness coated my upper thighs, and I scraped my teeth over my lip as the ache intensified. Jake’s hand rested on my nape and turned me to see my reflection.

I gasped at the sight. My pussy was soaked in desire, shiny and pink, and my ass was decorated with the prettiest plug I’d ever seen. Actually, it was the only plug I’d ever seen.

“It looks like pink diamonds in the center of my ass. Almost like a pretty jeweled wine stopper,” I thought aloud.

“It won’t stop anything,” Jake said, sliding his hand between my thighs and rubbing lengthwise inside my wet folds. “It will make you come harder.”

I moaned and pushed against his touch, needing to see how much harder it would make me come. Granted, the orgasm I’d had less than an hour earlier had blown my mind. If Jake hadn’t carried me into the bathtub, I’d have stayed in bed for the whole morning. My legs had been too weak to hold my weight.

“What are you thinking?” Jake asked, circling my clit and effectively stealing my breath.

“I think I need to wear panties or my ass—

The loss of his touch was immediate, and the sting of his palm on my right ass cheek was intense. My mind cleared of any objection. My thoughts obliterated in the darkness as shock shot through me. The hand on my nape guided my head down, and wet fingers gripped my hip. “You don’t think,” he said. “You feel.”

When he’d stood and stripped, I had no clue, but Jake entered my dripping entrance and drove to the top of my womb in a single plunge. “No more talk. You’re available for us to fuck on our command. No barriers. No objections.”

My pussy gripped him tight, craving the punishing thrusts as he alternated between smacking my ass and pounding into my pussy. When he’d counted ten strikes, he buried his thick cock so deep that his balls hit my clit in the most delicious way, and I shattered in his hold within seconds of dropping into the dark bliss of pain. It was quick, hard, and a lesson he was intent on giving me. He tangled his fingers in my ponytail and pulled my head back as he spilled his release and filled me.

With a groan, he retreated and smacked my burning left cheek. “No fucking panties.”

Jake sat on the chair and cradled me into his embrace. I dropped my head to his shoulder and time stopped. Peace settled around me and the heaviness in my limbs sank me into a still space. I closed my eyes and simply breathed.

I don’t know how long Jake held me or when he cleaned me with a warm washcloth, but I certainly regretted I’d insisted on seeing G and Al for breakfast on the terrace. My eyes didn’t want to open. I wanted to remain in the secure darkness of my satisfied pleasure. My legs didn’t appreciate my weight when he helped me to my feet, but I managed to look into his handsome face and stand.

“Feel free to question my decisions any time, but don’t expect future consequence to be as easy.” He kissed the side of me head and closed his fingers around my hand. “Luca will escort you to see your friends.”

Chapter Fourteen

Mark and Luca sat at the breakfast bar, a map on the granite between them. They smiled as we entered the room.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Luca placed his empty juice glass on the bar and strolled to my side. He casually draped his long arm over my shoulder and turned me toward the door. “Let’s get this over with.”

We found Al and Gerald sitting at a table with a beautiful view of the water. Luca was cordial enough with the other men, but there was no mistaking that my new friends had no right or reason to concern themselves with my wellbeing. The smooth legal persona Luca was known for made an appearance, and both Al and G seemed to respect the boundaries.

“I’m happy you found what you came for,” G said, smothering butter on a breakfast bun. “I’m happy for you, Se—” He looked at Luca’s hand over my shoulder and stopped mid thought. “Lora from Long Island,” he finished with a smile.

I must admit, it was a bit strained, and not because Jake’s spanking still had my ass on fire, but sitting between two definite alpha males was difficult. Thankfully G didn’t qualify, but the undercurrent of tension between Luca and Al was there. It would have been unbearable if Mark had been with us. Grateful for Luca’s easygoing manner, I leaned against him and smiled at Al reassuringly. Eventually, a business conversation of sorts ensued and I relaxed as they discussed the sudden downturn in the market the previous week.

“Are we really talking stocks on our vacation?” G asked, patting Al’s thigh. “You promised to leave it behind for the week.”

“You’re right,” Al replied, closing his fingers around G’s nape and kissing his man into oblivion. “Better?”

“Much,” G said, winking and pretending to fan himself for my benefit. His attention returned to Luca and me. An unsettled look crossed his face and he sobered quickly. “If you don’t mind, we’d like to keep in touch with Lora.”

Shit! I held my breath. Luca was calm and understanding when compared to Jake and Mark, but he wasn’t a pushover.

“As friends,” G added, and reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, complete with personal contacts written on the back. He handed it to Luca. “We had a great day together yesterday, and it was like I’ve known her forever. I’d like to believe I made an instant friend, and being that she told us all about you before we even met you, I’d like to think you have no objection and we could all be friends.”

“Of course,” Luca said, accepting the card and shaking G’s hand. He turned to me and handed me the information. “Since I’m notorious for misplacing everything—

“Everything,” I reiterated with a chuckle.

“You hold on to it, sweetheart.” Luca tucked the card into my hand and brushed possessive lips over my temple.

“Thank you,” Al said. “We’re looking forward to getting to know you better. And, baby girl, feel free to call us anytime you need to escape your handsome men and hang with some plain old friends.”

“Oh, we’re leaving early,” Al said, rolling his eyes toward his husband. “
He
needs to get back to the office. They’ve been blowing up his phone. Some kind of ridiculous crisis that only he could handle. So, the great compromise is to stay through tonight, then fly out tomorrow morning. He’ll owe me for a long, long time. A different vacation is in our near future.”

I smiled, but could see G was bothered, and even more, Al was disappointed he’d let G down. Both men released simultaneous long breaths, but didn’t say anything.

“Work is work,” Luca said. “A necessary evil. I’m sure you’ll get some time off to center on rest and relaxation. Sometimes the best things come when least expected. We plan this week every year. Our professional calendars never coincide with what we call the week of venting steam. However, this year, the one year we decided to do something different, Lora changed the game plan.”

His hand caressed from my shoulder to my elbow, squeezing slightly as it rested on my arm. Luca was the optimistic soul of my three men. He was the breath of fresh air and the one who would always smile first. My heart did a carefree dance. I rested my hand on his thigh, curled my fingers beneath the edge of his short’s leg, and brushed my knuckles on the tanned skin. The joy that flitted through me when his muscles tensed was so fucking empowering.

“Are you complaining?” I teased.

“No way. Best change of plans ever,” Luca replied, pushing back his seat and standing. He shook G and Al’s hands, then gestured for me to join him. “If you’ll excuse us, Mark and Jake should be ready for Lora’s surprise.”

“What surprise?” I stood and looked up at him.

“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.”

They all laughed and I was truly happy. This is what life would be like if I chose Luca. But how could I choose? How could I possibly hurt and alienate Jake or Mark? Trepidation knotted in the pit of my stomach, and I worried if I was fucking up everything I had with these guys. Fucking up my relationship with each of them? And worse, what if I was causing problems between them?

“Not your place to question,” Luca scolded, tightening his fingers over my fist. I swore the man read my mind. All three of them did. “You’ve agreed to come along for the ride, sweetheart.”

Nodding, I fought to push back any negative thoughts and smiled at my new friends. “We’re off then.”

“Guess we’ll see you in New York,” G said, reaching over the table and placing a platonic peck on each of my cheeks. “Have lots of fun, Lora. Call.”

“I will,” I promised, and blew Al a kiss.

Chapter Fifteen

Luca led us through the terrace, but not toward the suite. Instead, we went down an outside staircase to the lush gardens. His carefree demeanor was gone. Each step grew heavier and his grip tighter. “What part of submission don’t you understand?”

I stared at his back, rigid and straight, as he maneuvered us through the dense foliage, but I didn’t answer. I’d said nothing to offend him. Done nothing to show my hesitation.

“I’m waiting,” he said, halting his stride, and meeting my gaze as we exited the footpath and stood on the edge of a gigantic chessboard.

“Are you mad about the card G gave us?”

“No,” he replied, walking onto the checked lawn and between the human-sized chess pieces. He stepped on the King’s square, turned, and placed strong hands on my hips to stop me at a pawn position. “I’m not mad at anyone. I’m disappointed with us.”

A piece of my heart splintered and stabbed at my chest. “Us?” My gaze fell to the ground and I chastised myself for thinking I could satisfy a man like Luca. “I’m sorry. I never meant to ruin your vacation.”

“Ruin my vacation?” His voice was impatient, but I saw his chest rise and heard the inhalation of a deep breath. Then, he touched the top of my head and placed a tender kiss on my hair. “It’s I that should apologize. I’ve been lax in my responsibility toward you. I’m sorry. Forgive me.”

“There’s no need for that because you’ve done nothing to hurt me.” I lifted my face to look at him, but he stepped to the side, touched my cheek and didn’t let me. Aware of the heated sun on my shoulders and the sad butterflies in my belly, I barely registered the laughter coming closer. People were heading our way, and I questioned if it would be okay to wrap my arms around him and tell him that he did everything right, or if that would be an even bigger buzz kill to his good time.

“Keep your head high and your gaze lowered,” he instructed, slowly circling my position and returning to stand before me. With a single finger resting lightly on my shoulder, he affirmed that I was where he wanted me. “Now kneel and show your submission, Lora.”

Taken aback, I blinked, but kept my focus on his feet. Lowering myself to the ground, with the tropical breeze blowing my skirt all up my backside, proved challenging. I could hear voices, make out conversation, but I hadn’t seen the other people. They were close and should be exiting the path at any moment. What if the wind lifted my skirt and exposed the plug in my ass? What would they think of me?

“You look lovely,” Luca said, once again walking behind me. “I’m very pleased. Part your knees further and cross your ankles.”

Warmth settled in my core once his words registered. I smiled. He said I looked lovely and he was pleased. I’d do anything to keep that sound in his voice. My bum lowered just a bit as I scooted my knees apart, placed the top of my feet flat on the grass, and then crossed my ankles.

“Very pretty,” he reinforced, trailing his fingers over my shoulder. “Now your arms, sweetheart. Place them behind your back, crossed at the wrists, and keep them secure. Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I breathed, so happy I’d done it properly and eager for his next directive. I was listening so intensely to Luca, that I barely registered the presence of our audience.

“She’s very receptive and sweet,” a male voice said.

“Thank you,” Luca replied. “She does present gorgeously.”