Four Keeps

I peel off his shirt and run my hands over the smooth muscle of his chest, tweaking his nipples lightly before I unfasten his pants. Kneeling, I take his pants and boxer briefs with me, until I’m at eye level with his beautiful cock, already standing proudly erect.

Wrapping my hand around him as best I can, I stroke him, slowly, from root to tip and back again. Samuel’s fingers tunnel into my hair. “Tease.”

“Mmm.” I lick the precum from his slit, making him groan, and then I swallow him down. I’ve had lots of practice this past year, and I’m proud of my skills.

I get a good rhythm going, head bobbing, one hand at his base and the other working his balls, and it doesn’t take me long to drive him wild. “Fuck, Olivia.” He holds my head still and fucks my mouth, then, with supreme self-control, pulls out and tugs me to my feet.

“I wanted to make you come,” I protest.

“I want to finish in your pussy, not your mouth.” He peels off my top and tosses it on the bed. Scooping one breast from my bra, he captures my nipple and sucks until I’m frantic.

“Sam, please.” I reach for his cock, but he stops me gently and switches to my other breast. When we have more time, my men have the patience for endless foreplay, but we’re all a little on edge today.

“Samuel.” I let my voice carry all my desperate hunger. He lifts his head, and quick as a flash has my zipper undone and my shorts and panties down around my ankles.

Whirling me around, he says, “Hands on the wall.” I brace myself and look over my shoulder at him, inviting, daring.

I get his brilliant smile in return before he tests my readiness. Finding me dripping wet, he lines himself up and fills me with one hard thrust.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck me, Samuel.”

He smacks my ass with one hand, then the other. I tighten around him as the tingles spread through my core, grinding myself back against him. Grasping my hips, he plows into me with slow, hard thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I love you, Sam.” My men and I say the words often, not just in a sexual context; but moments like this, when I can feel him deep inside my body, as well as my heart and soul, bring out my most vulnerable emotions.

“Olivia.” His voice is rough. He speeds up until he’s pounding into me, hitting my g-spot with every stroke. Pleasure swamps me, coiling in my center, tighter and tighter until it bursts outward, and I shatter.

I grip him so tightly that he has to stop moving, waiting me out as waves of release overwhelm my body. When I finally release him, it only takes a few more thrusts before he follows me into oblivion, his cock flooding my pussy with cum.

Wrapping his arms around me, he brings me away from the wall and back against his chest, his lips touching the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “I love you, Olivia. Always.”

“I know you do.” I’m swamped by love and gratitude, that my life has taken a direction I never could have imagined, and it’s so much better than my wildest dreams.

We emerge from the bedroom to find the others ready to go, a picnic basket sitting by the front door. After a short drive, we hike down the barely-there trail to the cove. It’s a perfect day, warm but with a cooling breeze.

Xavier spreads our blanket in a sheltered spot while Caleb sets up the umbrella. The basket holds a delightful assortment of fruit, cheese, crackers, and sparkling wine. It’s like being on the best group date the For Keeps production team could arrange.

We nibble food, talk, laugh, and enjoy the cries of the seagulls and the sound of the surf cascading over the rocks that jut into the ocean.

James breaks out the wine and hands us each a glass. “A toast,” he says when they’re filled. “To Olivia. Thank you for choosing us.”

I blink back tears. “Thank you for saying yes.”

“All of our lives have changed for the better,” Caleb adds. “We’ll be telling everyone tomorrow; but we wanted to say to you now, while it’s just us, that we have no doubts, and no regrets. I love you, Olivia.”