Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (16 page)

“I don’t appreciate that look, Bella.” Jake’s voice startled me out of my thoughts, and I realized the Hummer had parked at the resort. “We’re returning from a wonderful day on the island and your forehead is marked with worry. Do I need to take you over my knee and remind you not to think and only to feel?”

Mark shook his head, but didn’t speak. He opened the car door and stepped out. I thought I heard Luca chuckle as he joined Mark, but I wasn’t sure. They walked around the vehicle and opened the rear door.

“Lora and I need some time,” Jake announced. “We’re going for a little walk before we head back to the room.”

Mark nodded and pulled a pack from the car. Luca grabbed a bag of souvenirs.

“We’ll be upstairs,” Mark said, waiting for me to step out of the car. He leaned down and dropped a kiss on my head. “See you soon, baby.”

Luca didn’t say anything, but he lifted my chin and brushed his lips across my mouth in a tender kiss. He turned and walked away with Mark, leaving me alone with Jake.

“I thought we settled any doubts,” Jake said, closing tight fingers around my hand and pulling it close against his side as he started down a small path. “I don’t appreciate the questioning of our bond because we change locales. It doesn’t matter where we are, whom we’re with, nothing changes between us. You’re ours. We love you, and we’re proud to have you beside us. We want to be your men.” He squeezed my hand. “I want to be your man. I love you, Bella.”

“I love you,” I breathed, lifting our clasped hands to my mouth and brushing my lips over his knuckles. The sun had dropped behind the trees, and the temperature had cooled a tiny bit. I moved closer to Jake, and he immediately shifted my hand into his other hand and wrapped an arm around my waist. He held me tight, conveying his ownership without any reservation.

“For your own peace of mind, I’m going to establish a few rules,” he said, his strong stride a peculiar reassurance for me. “Whenever doubt crosses your mind, or you in anyway feel insecure about us, you will immediately come to me. No matter where we are, you will request to be reminded that you are to feel. Only feel. You will present your ass for the reminding.”

I looked up at his determined face and didn’t miss his intention. He’d use his hands to remind me. I recalled the morning’s reminding, and craved the feel of his hand on my skin. “You want me to approach you in any setting?”

“Any setting,” he confirmed. “It’s my duty to keep you secure and confident. I don’t care where that may be.”

We continued walking, and he didn’t elaborate further. He allowed time for the concept to take root in my mind. And it did. I could see him disciplining me in an elevator, with me bent before him. He would discipline me in the car, splaying me across his lap. His hand would sting my ass in a neighborhood café or in a public restaurant, in earshot of others, but out of their view. My favorite scenario was in his office, naked and exposed on his desk, as his belt marked my backside. Moisture pooled between my legs as the visions solidified in my mind.

“However, because of privacy needs, unless specifically told not to, you will only wear dresses and skirts from this point on. I demand full access at any time, and I will not tolerate the inconvenience pants present,” he said, adding to my fantasy.

Relief settled in my chest. I wanted him to have full access, and pants would be a problem in certain situations. The sting on my ass centered me, and I needed for him to take me to a place where I could only feel. I nodded.

“You will come to me immediately,” he said, lifting one finger in the air. “You will present your ass for the reminding.” He lifted a second finger. “You will never wear pants, if I don’t give them to you for a specific reason.” He lifted a third finger. “And, you will demand I fulfill my promise to care for you anytime you need discipline.” He lifted a fourth finger.

“Okay,” I replied, thankful for the security his rules instilled.

“One last rule,” he said, stopped walking, and turned me into him. We had circled back to the garden below our balcony. Mark and Luca sat at the table with drinks in their hands and looked down at us.

Jake rested his palm against my face and feathered his thumb over my cheek. “When you want to ride the fine line between pain and pleasure, you will not deny the need.”

My heart skipped. His gaze held me captive and I couldn’t look away from his eyes. Heavy anticipation settled between my legs and weighted my breasts. I’d never voiced my dark desires. I sucked on my lower lip and held my breath.

“Exhale,” he demanded, smacking my butt with his left hand and laughing. “And don’t look so surprised. I know your body, and I know your mind, Bella. I will satisfy every morsel of your sexual yearnings. We all will.”

He claimed my mouth with such force, that I once again lost my breath and my legs went weak. Jake held me close, devoured my senses, and kissed away any indecision. His hand closed on my breast, and I gasped from pleasure as he moved inside my bathing suit and pinched the sensitive peak of my nipple. He pinched harder.

“Now, take off your dress,” he said against my lips and stepped back.

We may have been in the small garden below the resort’s luxury balconies, but Jake’s tone kept me inside our personal dome and completely with him. I lifted the dress over my head and held it out to him. He took it and folded it into his waistband. The light material flowed down his thigh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tracing a finger from my neck, down the middle of my chest, and to my bellybutton. “You wore our jewelry so well, that I want to see more on you.”

I instinctively covered my rear with the back of my hand. Jake had said the same thing when he’d removed the plug, and I didn’t want him to reinsert it. The man eerily read my mind, because he laughed and pulled my hand away.

“Not tonight,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face as he reached into his rear pocket. “We have other areas to play with. Take off the top.”

I lowered each strap in turn, slowly exposing my breasts to the night’s light. He nodded and indicated for me to take it all the way off and drop it to the ground.

I did, standing before him, in the middle of the garden, in only my bottoms.

“Beautiful indeed,” he said, kneeling before me and suckling one nipple, while his thumb feathered the other. He took his time, tasting and savoring, rolling his tongue over the excited flesh, before switching to the other breast. After what seemed like a torturous amount of time, he hooked his thumbs in the material at my hips and lowered my bottoms.

I stood in the garden, naked and for exposed for anyone to see. Luca and Mark were watching. Their appreciative gazes slid over my body with such hunger, my core quivered.

“That’s it, Lora. Look up at them. See the need in their eyes,” Jake said, kissing up the side of my legs and over my hips. He slipped a hand between my thighs and slid his fingers through the wet evidence of my desire. “You are the one to satiate that need. Tonight, we make you ours forever.”

He closed his mouth around my right nipple and sucked hard. With a sweep of his tongue over the tip, he blew on it and suddenly pain speared through me. I cried out in protest, but he grasped my hips and held me still. “Keep looking at Mark and Luca.”

“What…is…that?” I managed, as the sting eased into a sensual ache. I kept my eyes focused on my men on the balcony.

“Jewelry,” Jake said, explaining how they’d each picked a stone for the nipple dangles. “It’s also a small sample of the line you’ll ride between pain and pleasure.” He clamped the second piece to my left nipple. This time the sting quickly morphed into a thrilled pulsing.

I felt the tug on the thin chain and the clamps squeezed my nipples tighter. Looking down, I saw Jake pull again, and I gasped.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he said, keeping a finger looped around the chain and rising before me to claim my mouth. “No amounts of jewels do you justice.”

I went up on my toes and kissed him, pressing my burning nipples against his chest and fitting my naked center against the denim covering his thigh. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I need.”

“I know,” he replied, lifting me in his arms and starting for the staircase leading to our balcony. “I know, Bella.”

Somehow, he climbed the stairs two at a time with me in his arms, and he spoke the sweetest words of encouragement with each step.

Mark stroked a strong hand over my arm and Luca leaned down to kiss my head, as Jake carried me across the balcony and through the French doors into the bedroom. Lit candles adorned every surface in the room and the sound of the surf filled the large space. The covers on the bed were pulled back, and pillows were carefully arranged on the plush bedding.

Both, Mark and Luca, were naked and fully aroused, obviously knowing as much as Jake knew that I needed to be possessed as much as they needed to make me theirs.

“Sweetheart, your submission is the greatest treasure a man could have,” Luca said, taking me from Jake’s arms and cradling my body against his chest. “I love you so much.”

“We are yours. You are ours. I love you, baby.” Mark sat on the bed and lay back, offering me his hand. “Come here, and sink into the pleasure of the pain stinging your breasts.”

“We realize that our first time together like this will be difficult, ” Jake said, soothing the worry of the physical deed with his controlled toned. “But, you’re ready for us. We will be gentle with your precious gift.”

I placed my hand in Mark’s hold, and Luca lowered me over Mark’s body.

“You have the control, Lora.” Jake shucked out of his jeans and reached for a tube on the bedside table. “You will take each of us when you want. We are completely yours.”

Large hands caressed my back and calmed my nerves, as I rested over Mark and inhaled his familiar and comforting scent. He fit his length at my entrance, but didn’t move. I was so wet, so ready, but he didn’t rush.

“You take me,” Mark said, holding still and waiting for me to descend onto him.

I lowered my head and sealed my mouth to Mark’s lips. Slowly, tenderly, I savored his wonderful taste, exploring the strength and confidence of his kiss as I sank onto him and my body stretched to accommodate him deep inside. He was patient and slow, filling me with his love and wonder. When he started to move, I tightened around him and pressed the swell of my clit against him.

“You will take Luca next,” Mark said, releasing my lips and lifting my face in his hands. “Allow him into the heaven of your mouth.”

I reached for Luca and wrapped my fingers around the base of his erection. He came closer. I trailed my tongue over the wide head and dipped into the center for a taste of the man who giving myself to him. Empowered by his groan, I closed my lips and sucked him deep, meeting his gaze and nodding for him to move.

Luca maintained our eye contact and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Rock back on Mark, and relax for Jake. He’s lubed and ready for you.”

I wanted them so bad. Needed them even more. My body shuddered at the thought of accommodating all of them. I moved against Mark, and my knees spread farther apart. Jake fit his hand on my lower back, and pressed the tip of his cock against my ass.

“I belong to you, Bella,” Jake said.

“Please,” I cried, releasing Luca from my mouth and holding him just outside my lips. “Take over.”

They did.

Luca tightened his fingers in my hair and plunged his cock to the back into my mouth and stroked deep to my throat, silencing any cries. “We’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go.”

“Open for me,” Jake urged, spreading my ass cheeks apart with strong fingers.

“You belong to us.” Mark tugged on the chain linking the nipple clamps.

Pain threw me back onto Jake, who in turn thrust past the tight ring of muscle and buried himself deep.

“That’s it, baby,” Mark breathed, releasing the clamps and sucking an aching peak into his mouth. The surge of blood to my nipples battled with the pain of Jake’s cock stretching my ass. The blur from agony to ecstasy intensified.

“Let me,” someone said, but in the haze between pain and bliss, I didn’t know who had spoken. It didn’t matter. I obliged.

My men held me, cherished me, and chased away any discomfort by showering me with pure pleasure. They moved within me, loved me, alternated the depth of how much each filled me, and urged me higher and higher to my release.

“We’re there, baby,” Mark rasped.

“Now,” they called, and my body quivered and shattered, as I fought to swallow Luca and felt Jake and Mark fill me to completion.

I felt.

I only felt.

Chapter Nineteen

Sunny days faded into passionate nights, and our special week was coming to an end.

I peered over Jake’s shoulder at the bedside clock. It was nine o’clock in the morning and our flight was in less than three hours. A pensive breath escaped my lips.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Mark cradled my back and slid his hand over my chest, resting it over my heart.

“It’s time to head home,” I whispered, watching Luca emerge from the bathroom with a crisp white towel wrapped around his waist. “I’m going to miss waking up like this every morning.”

“We’ll be waking up earlier, and maybe the sun won’t be as bright, but as long as I get to kiss you good morning, I don’t care where we wake up.” Mark dropped a kiss on my shoulder.

“Ditto,” Luca agreed.

“That sounds great, but is physically impossible,” I said, a sad smile shaping my lips. “I don’t think you’d all fit sitting around my breakfast bar for coffee.”

“You’re never sitting at that breakfast bar for morning coffee again.” Jake curved an arm over my waist and swatted my butt. “You’re ours, you belong to and with us, and you’re sitting at our table from now on.”

That was a lot for Jake to say before his shower and coffee. He wasn’t the early in the morning kind of man, and I wondered if he was fully awake.

Mark was a morning man, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t offer to explain Jake’s ramblings, rather he gathered me tight and pressed his morning erection against the small of my back. “Your turn to shower, Jake,” he said, rounding his hips and grinding against me. “I’d like some time alone with Lora. I’ll wake her properly, then we’ll meet you both in the living room.”