my leg muscles cramped and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep the rhythm going much longer, I didn’t care. That’s what other positions were for.
“Let’s take her to the bed.”
Tomas lifted me, standing and allowing his dick to slip out of me as he carried me to the bed. I was like a cat in heat, rubbing against him and grinning when he placed me gently on the bed on top of him. I spread my legs, accepting that my muscles would scream at me for days once our lovemaking was over. Once again I sunk down on his hard and ready cock.
“Can you take both of us?” Nicolas asked from behind me.
Something brushed over my asshole and I jumped, opening my eyes wide and staring down at Tomas’s focused expression. He watched me intently, his lips pressed together and his blond hair curling over his forehead. I was damp with sweat and he was still soft and smooth, and not sweaty. Which was probably a good thing. I was doing most of the work anyway, and didn’t think I would like a man sweating like a pig underneath me.
“How?” I asked, even when he stroked my ass again.
“Relax and keep fucking Tomas,” Nicolas instructed, without answering my question.
But then something wet, almost tingly, was rubbed over my tight asshole. I’d never given thought to having anal sex while on the island. But then every time I imagined how my sexual adventures would play out here, I got so distracted from my work, I’d forced myself not to think about it, telling myself I would just have fun and create memories for a lifetime once I got here.
“Relax and let me lubricate you,” Nicolas said, his smooth deep voice stroking my senses while his finger continued stroking my ass.
He pressed against my ass just as Tomas filled me completely. Wave after wave of desire erupted inside me and both men groaned. I cried out, arching my back and squeezing my eyes closed as I turned my face to the ceiling. Whatever Nicolas was doing back there, I liked it. And God help me, I never thought I’d enjoy being fucked in the ass.
Nicolas pressed again, and whatever he rubbed on me tingled against my skin while a pressure built inside me that was from more than Tomas’s cock.
“I think she’s ready,” Nicolas said.
“We’re ready when you are,” Tomas answered.
I blinked, realizing Tomas was still deep inside me, but no longer moving. There must have been a question on my face when I looked down at him.
“Just relax. Keep your legs spread like they are now and come here. I want to kiss you.” Tomas didn’t blink as he spoke and I noticed brown flecks in his green eyes. They were such a pretty color.
I came up with the strangest things to dwell on sometimes. Like the color of a man’s eyes while his dick was buried inside me and another man was preparing to mount me from behind.
I lowered my face to Tomas’s and his hands gripped my shoulders. As I brushed my lips over his, enjoying how soft and full they were, he wrapped his arms around my neck and opened for me. Our tongues danced while his cock jerked inside me. At the same time Nicolas pressed his hand against my belly while his other gripped my hip.
A sharp pain hit and I cried out, stiffening and bucking. But I couldn’t form words. Nicolas must have lubricated my ass very well. He slid into my ass, stretching muscles that had never been stretched like this, pushing into my virgin asshole, and creating a pressure that built so fast I couldn’t catch my breath.
Both men growled and suddenly Tomas moved inside me again. He started fucking me but Nicolas was fucking me too. Their growls and heavy pants, as they both took me and sandwiched me between corded, rock-hard muscles was hotter than I ever imagined it would be. I’d always thought of anal sex as raunchy, hot in romance novels and fantasies but not something for real life.
Nicolas and Tomas quickly changed my mind on that subject. They created a rhythm together and built pressure that overtook the pain that I experienced when Nicolas first entered me. It grew inside me to the point where I wasn’t sure I could take it any longer.
“God. Please.” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. But I managed to raise my head, which caused me to arch into their thrusts. They both hit spots inside me at the same time that broke a dam holding my orgasm back. It ripped through me brutally, exploding and rushing inside me with an intensity that took me over the edge faster than I’d ever gone before.
“Damn it! Shit,” I cried out, howling as they impaled me again and again.
“My turn,” Nicolas growled, gripping my hips with his long, strong fingers.
“I’m right there with you,” Tomas groaned, moving his hands to my breasts while staring up at me with glazed eyes.
I stared down at him, noticing how muscles tightened in his jaw when he grit his teeth and continued watching me. I wasn’t moving, but then again there wasn’t a lot I could do sandwiched between my two men. It’s the one downfall of condoms, I’m sure, but I didn’t feel either of them come. Not that I needed to, their growls and their bodies tightening around me was so damned hot, it was almost the best part of the experience. Another wave of desire rushed over me, giving me chills and making me feel way too hot at the same time.
My arms gave out, and I collapsed on Tomas’s chest, my heart pounding a mile a minute when I couldn’t catch my breath. I’d just fucked two men at once and lived through the experience to talk about it.
Nicolas slid out of me, and I suddenly felt light as a feather. My ass burned and throbbed, but for some reason, although I could acknowledge a biting pain for a moment, it wasn’t something that bothered me. Instead, I tingled and pulsed, feeling stretched and hot—and very, very satisfied.
Tomas’s arms wrapped around me, holding me while I remained collapsed against his virile body. He stayed lodged deep inside me, still hard, hot, and pulsing, while he crushed me against him and nestled his head between my shoulder and neck. It was strange. I was sure I wasn’t thinking clearly, and it would make perfect sense if I wasn’t, but as I relaxed against Tomas, my heart pounding wildly, the oddest thought came to me. I didn’t notice his heart beating along with mine.
6
Malachi
“M alachi, what are you doing here in the gardens? Everything okay?” Jonah looked up from his gardening with his watery gray eyes.
The old servant had a shade of eyes that I had tried matching more than once and simply couldn’t. I’d determined a long time ago that what I wasn’t able to duplicate was the look of wisdom and serenity that gave depth to his shade of gray.
“Just thought I’d get some fresh air,” I lied, visions of Natalie Green fucking Tomas and Nicolas still too damned fresh in my head. “Looks like it might rain.”
“It’s that time of year.” Jonah straightened slowly, glancing up at the sky while pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket and rubbing sweat from his forehead. “That’s why everything is in such full bloom. The gardens are beautiful right now, at their glory.”
“That they are, old man,” I agreed, and walked around the area he’d been grooming. I collapsed on a stone bench nearby and stretched out, breathing in the salt air and gazing out toward the ocean. “I forgot how incredible the view
