Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex (7 page)

“You are ready,” he breathed against me ear. “I could slip the strap down your arm and suckle you right here.”

“Here?” Alarm shook me from my passionate haze.

“Here. That is the sort of resort this is, Lora. I could place you on the bar and feast on the sweetness between your legs, while no one does anything but jack off in a fit of envy. Or if they are smart about it, they’d fuck their own women and make them come as you climax and bless me with the cream of your desire.”

“Luca.” I was shocked. He’d never spoken to me in that manner. But the heat spreading over my body had nothing to do with the tropical weather.

“The thought excites you,” he said, cupping my other breast and playing with both nipples. “Your nipples are begging to be sucked, and not only can I feel them, but everyone can see them through that flimsy material. I’m not going to share you with these men, but you need to know where we are and to prepare for the loss of innocence.”

Loss of innocence? I wasn’t innocent?

“You think I’m a virg—?”

I couldn’t finish the thought, let alone the sentence. He lowered his head and closed his lips around my nipple, wetting the material so that even I could see the outline of my areola against the cotton as I watched him drench the light colored fabric.

“Now, they can see what they’re not going to get,” he said, moving his mouth to the other breast and repeating his actions.

I entwined my fingers in his hair, arched my back, and pushed my breast further into his mouth, closing my eyes and trusting him to continue my pleasure. When he stopped and raised his head, the loss had me groaning my disappointment.

“You like that, sweetheart.” With a finger he raised my face to look at him. “Turn and see what your gorgeous tits have done to our fellow bar patrons.”

How could I turn? Moisture pooled between my legs at the thought of my aching nipples on display for all to see. Me? I had never made love with the lights on. An exhibitionist?

“I know you want them to see, and I don’t mind. If it turns you on, it’s good for me, as long as they don’t touch,” he assured, taking my shoulders and turning me to face the bar. “And as for your previous question, no. I don’t think you’re a virgin. I think you don’t realize where you’ve chosen to explore your beautiful sexuality.”

My legs trembled, yet Luca steadied me between his thighs and held my shoulders back. Two men sandwiched Al’s blonde, all three of them looking at my now transparent dress and me. A lone man at the end of the bar nodded in appreciation, lowered his zipper, freed his cock, and wrapped his fingers around it as he stroked up and down the length.

“Two bottles of water, please,” Luca told the bartender, who immediately came around the bar and placed them before us. “I should take you back to the suite, but I’m not ready to share you with Mark or Jake.”

“Then don’t,” I replied, grinding my ass against his groin and gasping as his hands moved down to my breasts. I didn’t mind partaking in the resort’s amenities. “I want to stay here with you.”

“It turns you on to see the sexual power you have over them.” He massaged the soft flesh of my breasts, taking extra care to roll my nipples for my full enjoyment. “But I’m not about to make you an exhibit for them. Don’t get too brazen and or get any ideas that you know I’ll object to. The dress stays on. I want you naked for my eyes only, Lora.”

That wasn’t my typical easygoing Luca. He sounded more like Mark. More authoritarian and with specific purpose in his voice.

The blonde leaned over a bar stool and the man behind slipped his hand beneath her skirt, thrusting and obviously finger-fucking her.

“Oh, he’s going to get her off in public,” I sighed. “That’s progressive of her considering she and Al were getting it on at the beach earlier.”

“She’s here every year. A regular. Her husband is a high powered executive who has no time to please his wife, but he brings her to the island so she can have her fill for a few weeks,” Luca explained. “Keep watching.”

“You’ve fu—you’ve been with her?” I was suddenly jealous. The blonde’s perfect breasts had slipped over the top of her shirt and the man behind her reached between her legs to spread her shiny juices over her ass.

“No. I haven’t.”

Relief snaked through my gut.

“But they will,” Luca said, nuzzling the side of my neck so I was at the perfect angle to see the man who’d been standing with them sheath himself with a condom.

He moved Mr. Fingering aside, stepped behind her, raised her skirt and slipped his cock into her. She mouthed a thank you, and the finger man came around, stood before her, his pants around his ankles, and slipped a long finger into her mouth. She sucked one finger after the other, licking her lips when he finished with the offerings. He tapped her cheek with his middle finger. She opened her mouth to form a perfect ‘O’ but didn’t advance toward him. Rather, she remained perfectly still and let him slide his fat dick inside. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and fucked her mouth in a vigorous manner.

“She likes to play in the dungeons,” Luca explained. “We’ll stay and watch them for a few minutes. It won’t take long.”

The blonde kept her eyes open, but didn’t raise her gaze to the man’s whose balls slapped against her chin. He pounded so fast and I wondered how she didn’t gag. He was going to come before the first guy, who continued to thrust beneath her skirt. The two men met gazes, the face of the man at her mouth strained with his release. He cupped her chin with his hand, keeping her mouth closed, then thrust deep and stilled.

I could see the effort in her eyes, maybe even the shine of tears, as she swallowed his cum, yet she thanked him and her tongue flicked over his tip as his cock popped from her mouth. He looked over at the lone drinker and tilted his head.

The guy from behind slapped her ass and upped the tempo of his assault. Once, twice, and then he growled a loud ‘fuck’ impaling her for a final time. Wiping the sweat from above his brows, he bent and made of show of biting the pink flesh of her butt. “You’re a tight little cunt considering you’re such a slut.”

He’d pulled out, the thick length glistening with her juices, and his seed filling the tip of the condom. “Is your ass ready to be fucked?”

“Yes, please.” She lifted a bit off the stool, spreading her legs further and presenting herself to the man.

Wow. She had guts. Two guys at once. And now, she was going to let him take her ass…a place I’d never trusted to a man. It had to hurt. And, how was he going to get it back up to fuck her again? Fuck because what was happening didn’t look like making love.

Mr. Condom-still-on also nodded to the guy at the end of the bar. Then, he stroked his fingers over her, wetting her backside with her cream, before he sank two fingers into her cunt, and pumped in long sure strokes until her breasts were bright pink from heat and she panted her own need for release. He spread more of her cream up her seam and with his fingers back inside her, then buried his thumb in her ass.

She yelped, and the lone drinker laughed. The blonde remained on the stool, as the first to come swiveled it slowly, turning her still fingered backside, to the lone drinker. Then he dropped to the floor in front of her and twisted her nipples until she cried out in pain. Only then did he release his hold and take one in his mouth, baring his teeth as he bit.

“I’m not sure I want to watch more,” I said, turning in Luca’s embrace. “I feel bad for her. Like they’re using her as a receptacle.” A wet slap rung in the humid air and chills prickled the back of my neck. I burrowed against Luca. “I’m not enjoying this anymore.”

“They are,” he confirmed, draping his arm over my shoulder and fitting my face against his chest. “And she likes it, Lora. She also likes pain. There are all types in this resort, and there are no limits or judgment. The guy at the end of the bar is her husband. He likes to loan her out.”

“Pain is not fun,” I replied, burrowing further into him.

“That’s good to know.” He placed a bottle of water in my hands and bent to thread an arm beneath my knees. Lifting me like I weighed nothing at all, he cradled me against his chest, and kissed my forehead, sighing softly. “We panicked when we learned you were on the way here. That’s why Mark was so livid earlier. We didn’t know what we’d find. I couldn’t stand for you to be hurt. None of us could.”

“I’m not hurt,” I said, settling my head against him. “Overwhelmed, but not hurt. I came to lose my inhibitions and make some serious decisions.”

“Good. You can do that now. Back in our suite.”

“I have a room,” I said. “It’s number—

“We have adjoining two bedroom suites,” he interrupted. “You are not staying anywhere but with us. Your belongings have already been moved into one of the masters.” Determined, and with a tight hold, he strolled over the grounds and toward the main building. “That may have been too much for your first night, but you need to know where you’ve decided to vacation.”

Chapter Eight

“He doesn’t cherish her,” I whispered.

“What was that?” Luca asked, dropping a kiss on my forehead.

I wanted to argue with Luca’s previous statement. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t too much, I just didn’t like it. The blonde was a receptacle for their dicks, and none of them, especially not her husband, seemed to love her.

“It’s not that it was too much,” I said, snuggling closer. “She was enjoying the act all right. I just felt bad that they didn’t show her any care. Like they didn’t really love her.”

“They probably didn’t know her, Lora. Her husband asked them to treat her like that. He gets off on it, and she enjoys the sex. It’s sex for sex. And as for the rest, some people, women and men, beg for humiliation and pain.”

“The guy made her pull off his condom with her teeth. He was flaccid and forcing her to suck him clean. I don’t like that.”

“Duly noted, sweetheart.” Luca entered the main building and took the staircase. I knew the man was in great shape, but I marveled at how effortlessly he moved with me in his arms. He wasn’t even breathing heavily from the effort of carrying me through the grounds. I was exhausted from the day and totally grateful for his care. “You liked the play, though?”

Nodding, I burrowed into his chest and closed my eyes. I didn’t want him to read the embarrassment I felt over the interest I truly had. Trying to understand what my body had reacted to, while in Luca’s arms, was like trying to put out a fire with kerosene

Luca stopped walking and I looked up as large double doors opened, and he placed me on my feet inside the threshold. Jake’s arm curled around my waist and his large hand pushed the hair off the side of my face.

“Good to see you,” Jake said, his voice gruff with obvious relief. He held me tight against his side, kissed the top of my head, and guided my tired body to the seating area. “It took you a long time. I missed you, Bella.”

“We took it slow, relaxed a little, and enjoyed the scenery,” Luca explained. “A few people stayed after the pool party was over and got down to business.”

“And?” Mark asked, strolling out from a small kitchen area with a bottle of water in hand. He wore only a comfortable looking pair of jeans low on his waist, his chest sculpted and cut like I’d always imagined, and his feet bare. He’d asked Luca, but he looked directly at me, and suddenly my body forgot about the fatigue as the electric current on my nerves amped higher. Mark wasn’t one to avoid an issue, and he was about to up the ante on my vacation.

“Our Lora has a need for some adventure. Curious and responsive to the environment, but she was unhappy with the degradation we witnessed.”

“They were nasty to her,” I said in my defense. “Like she was—like she didn’t matter.”

“Would it have changed how you felt if she mattered to them?” Jake asked, sitting on the couch beside me and squeezing my knee with strong and comforting fingers. Damn, these men knew me so well. They anticipated my reactions and emotions, and they were obvious about their almost arrogant understanding. “If they made the effort to please her?”

Still watching me, Mark drank the whole bottle, tossed the empty into a trashcan, and sat on an oversized chair. He never looked away from my face. He wanted an answer.

“I think so,” I finally managed.

“Come here, Lora,” Mark said, patting his lap and opening his arms, maintaining my gaze the whole time.

And let the games begin. Mark was done observing.

I uncurled from Jake’s easy embrace and dropped my feet to the floor. While forcing my legs to work, the idea of being up against Mark’s bare chest raced my pulse and enticed my senses to a level of anticipation I’d never felt before. The truth was I wanted to feel his skin against mine and to be held in his arms for so long, that I expected I’d lose myself on contact.

I did.

His hand closed on the curve of my hip and he guided me down to his lap, and in a smooth and natural glide, my cheek came to rest on his shoulder as he trailed an assuring touch up my body and ended with his fingers caressing my nape.

“Lorabella, you don’t possess an insouciant bone in your beautiful body, and you don’t make a single move without thinking of the consequences. You came here because of the hedonistic offerings of the resort.” Mark paused long enough to the lift my chin and kiss my mouth. Quick and passionate, he slipped past my lips and let me savor the feel of his tongue, before he sucked on mine and pulled it into his mouth. Satisfied when I reciprocated, allowing myself to taste and explore his mouth, he ended the kiss with a nip on my lower lip, with no frills to allow any thoughts of weakness.

“I’m done waiting,” Mark continued. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you, but when you spoke of your situation, and you made it obvious you were unavailable. I respected your position, and I respected you when you were finally available, but hurting. As you know, patience is a sparse thing for me, but when it came to you, I had it abundance. The reason—I must admit—was a very selfish and logical one. I wanted you to come to me.”