Unconventional

“Alright,” I said breathlessly, as our lips parted. “I wanted you out here to make sure you’re alright. That you weren’t…” I hesitated before saying the word, “jealous about last night.”

“Jealous?”

His hands were cupping my ass, supporting me while squeezing me gently.

“I mean… I know you were mad at Chase. I just didn’t want you mad at me.”

“And why in the world would I be mad at you?”

His hair looked darker wet, like a whole different person. But it brought out his eyes. The streaks of light grey reflected the shimmering light from the sun, making his irises come alive as he stared through mine, into my soul.

“I just figured you might feel left out,” I said shyly. “And I never want you to feel left out.”

Noah’s hands began moving again. They slid upward, and I felt his thumbs hook into the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

“Why, because you were with Julian and Chase last night?”

He rolled my bottoms smoothly down my thighs. When they got to a certain point, he used his foot to take them the rest of the way.

“I… I guess I just—”

“Any of us can have you, remember?” said Noah. “Individually. All at once…”

He leaned forward, breathing the words into my ear. Making them husky and sexual, as he moved to take my hand.

“Anytime we want you, right?” Noah whispered. His hand took my hand. Suddenly my palm was filled with warmth and hardness.

I smiled knowingly. “Oh.”

“Right now for instance.”

He’d taken his own bottoms off without me knowing. A second later he had them slung over his shoulder, along with mine, while we floated weightlessly in the soothing waters.

Noah reached down, and guided himself inside me. It was a simple thing. My legs were already wrapped around him.

Mmmmmm…

It felt like being impaled on something warm and wonderful. Every little movement to remain on the surface drove him deeper inside me.

“I’m having you right now,” he said, so close to my face our lips were touching. “And I could’ve had you last night. Or this morning. Or whenever I wanted to.” He took my hips in his hands and thrust upward. “Right?”

“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth. I wanted to kiss him again. “Fuck yes.”

“Then there’s nothing to be jealous of,” said Noah. “We’re all friends, the three of us. Friends who share.”

He nodded toward shore, where Julian and Chase were sitting cross-legged, chatting and enjoying a beer. They weren’t even paying attention to us. I had no idea if they even realized what was going on.

“I might get angry at Chase from time to time, but we’re a team. That happens.”

His thrusts became even more regular as his hands slid back to my ass. Noah was floating for the both of us now. Bouncing me on his cock, as tiny waves rippled around us.

“We’re all a team,” he said. “The four of us. We all have the same goal right now, and that’s to get this property all squared away for you.”

I was losing focus. He felt too fucking good inside me… the spreading warmth in my belly threatening to trigger a hard, violent orgasm, right here wrapped around him.

“W—What happens afterward?” I felt myself asking. It was a question I’d never really thought about. The words had just formed in my mind, then tumbled straight from my lips.

Floating there with my arms over his shoulders, Noah shrugged. “Whatever you want to happen,” he whispered huskily, then pressed his lips to mine.