Unconventional

I kissed him deeply, melting into his body. Almost like I was trying to merge with him, and become a part of his very being. The water felt cool against our skin. But everywhere we touched — especially where he was in me — it felt warm, and safe, and wonderful.

“I never want to leave you out,” I breathed, kissing him some more. “I always want you… want you to…”

My orgasm came in waves, like the ripples on the lake. They struck me over and over again, vibrating me with intense pleasure. My ankles locked behind his body. My thighs squeezed my lover’s flanks so hard, I thought I could almost crush him with my legs.

Then I felt Noah go off inside me, and my eyes flared wide.

Ohhhh…

Pulse after pulse. Jet after hot jet, splashing inside me.

FUCK that’s HOT…

It happened silently, wordlessly, without even a grunt or a groan. One minute he was screwing me steadily beneath the waves, then next my lover was emptying himself inside me. His cock pulsing, twitching. Giving me every last drop of him, in our secret sanctuary beneath the waves.

And through it all — our eyes. Never looking away. The two of us, sharing this moment together — just Noah and I — while the others talked and the world spun and the rest of life on the planet went on.

He stayed inside me for a long time when it was over, just kissing and touching me and playing with my hair. Then we parted, and he brought his knees up. Deftly he slipped back into his boxers, and handed my own bottoms back to me.

“You’re too good at this,” I smirked, eyeing him sideways. “You’ve done this before.”

Noah kissed me once more, before turning to face the shore. “Not with anyone that mattered,” he said as he swam away.

Then, in a lower, more private tone:

“Until now.”

Forty

MADISON

We spent the rest of the day at the lake, just the four of us. Talking and flirting and laughing… eating and drinking our fill, until the cooler of our little picnic ran dry.

When it got hot, we swam. When we cooled off, we lounged out in the sun. It was one of those long summer days that seemed to stretch on forever, which was perfect as far as I was concerned, because I never wanted to see it end.

I was touching the guys all afternoon. Kissing them all over. I spent hours cuddling up beside them, or laying atop their great big chests and playing all sorts of fun games with the tips of my fingernails.

Their bodies became my own personal playground. A whole sea of rippled abdominals; acre upon acre of swollen biceps and triceps, all mine, every last sun-bronzed inch, for the taking.

I felt greedy. Spoiled and pampered, beyond measure. And then as the shadows grew long, they took me, one by one. Made love to me right there on the blankets in a slow, lazy haze… while the others watched, or touched, or made out with me as I lay there, legs spread apart, gently rocking.

It was the perfect day. The living personification of every one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. I had Julian… Noah… Chase. All focused on me. All of them bent on my pleasure, even as they used my willing body take their own.

Eventually, dusk crept up on us. I lay in a contented cocoon of warm man-flesh, my swollen sex throbbing happily between my legs.

“We should probably go.”

Julian’s words came abruptly, as he sat up and pulled on his shirt. I was sorry to see it happen. It was like he was putting away my toys.

“One more round?” I purred, raising an eyebrow. To emphasize my point I slid my palm down the flat of my stomach, letting it come to rest between my thighs.

“Insatiable bitch,” Chase teased.

“Hey, you created this monster,” I winked at him. Then, after still not receiving an answer: “So…?”

“Back in your bed maybe,” Noah allowed. “Sure.”

“And after some food,” grunted Julian in agreement.