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

by Demi Alex

  “You will come to me immediately,” he said, lifting one finger in the air. “You will present your ass for the reminding.” He lifted a second finger. “You will never wear pants, if I don’t give them to you for a specific reason.” He lifted a third finger. “And, you will demand I fulfill my promise to care for you anytime you need discipline.” He lifted a fourth finger.

  “Okay,” I replied, thankful for the security his rules instilled.

  “One last rule,” he said, stopped walking, and turned me into him. We had circled back to the garden below our balcony. Mark and Luca sat at the table with drinks in their hands and looked down at us.

  Jake rested his palm against my face and feathered his thumb over my cheek. “When you want to ride the fine line between pain and pleasure, you will not deny the need.”

  My heart skipped. His gaze held me captive and I couldn’t look away from his eyes. Heavy anticipation settled between my legs and weighted my breasts. I’d never voiced my dark desires. I sucked on my lower lip and held my breath.

  “Exhale,” he demanded, smacking my butt with his left hand and laughing. “And don’t look so surprised. I know your body, and I know your mind, Bella. I will satisfy every morsel of your sexual yearnings. We all will.”

  He claimed my mouth with such force, that I once again lost my breath and my legs went weak. Jake held me close, devoured my senses, and kissed away any indecision. His hand closed on my breast, and I gasped from pleasure as he moved inside my bathing suit and pinched the sensitive peak of my nipple. He pinched harder.

  “Now, take off your dress,” he said against my lips and stepped back.

  We may have been in the small garden below the resort’s luxury balconies, but Jake’s tone kept me inside our personal dome and completely with him. I lifted the dress over my head and held it out to him. He took it and folded it into his waistband. The light material flowed down his thigh.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, tracing a finger from my neck, down the middle of my chest, and to my bellybutton. “You wore our jewelry so well, that I want to see more on you.”

  I instinctively covered my rear with the back of my hand. Jake had said the same thing when he’d removed the plug, and I didn’t want him to reinsert it. The man eerily read my mind, because he laughed and pulled my hand away.

  “Not tonight,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face as he reached into his rear pocket. “We have other areas to play with. Take off the top.”

  I lowered each strap in turn, slowly exposing my breasts to the night’s light. He nodded and indicated for me to take it all the way off and drop it to the ground.

  I did, standing before him, in the middle of the garden, in only my bottoms.

  “Beautiful indeed,” he said, kneeling before me and suckling one nipple, while his thumb feathered the other. He took his time, tasting and savoring, rolling his tongue over the excited flesh, before switching to the other breast. After what seemed like a torturous amount of time, he hooked his thumbs in the material at my hips and lowered my bottoms.

  I stood in the garden, naked and for exposed for anyone to see. Luca and Mark were watching. Their appreciative gazes slid over my body with such hunger, my core quivered.

  “That’s it, Lora. Look up at them. See the need in their eyes,” Jake said, kissing up the side of my legs and over my hips. He slipped a hand between my thighs and slid his fingers through the wet evidence of my desire. “You are the one to satiate that need. Tonight, we make you ours forever.”

  He closed his mouth around my right nipple and sucked hard. With a sweep of his tongue over the tip, he blew on it and suddenly pain speared through me. I cried out in protest, but he grasped my hips and held me still. “Keep looking at Mark and Luca.”

  “What…is…that?” I managed, as the sting eased into a sensual ache. I kept my eyes focused on my men on the balcony.

  “Jewelry,” Jake said, explaining how they’d each picked a stone for the nipple dangles. “It’s also a small sample of the line you’ll ride between pain and pleasure.” He clamped the second piece to my left nipple. This time the sting quickly morphed into a thrilled pulsing.

  I felt the tug on the thin chain and the clamps squeezed my nipples tighter. Looking down, I saw Jake pull again, and I gasped.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” he said, keeping a finger looped around the chain and rising before me to claim my mouth. “No amounts of jewels do you justice.”

  I went up on my toes and kissed him, pressing my burning nipples against his chest and fitting my naked center against the denim covering his thigh. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I need.”

  “I know,” he replied, lifting me in his arms and starting for the staircase leading to our balcony. “I know, Bella.”

  Somehow, he climbed the stairs two at a time with me in his arms, and he spoke the sweetest words of encouragement with each step.

  Mark stroked a strong hand over my arm and Luca leaned down to kiss my head, as Jake carried me across the balcony and through the French doors into the bedroom. Lit candles adorned every surface in the room and the sound of the surf filled the large space. The covers on the bed were pulled back, and pillows were carefully arranged on the plush bedding.

  Both, Mark and Luca, were naked and fully aroused, obviously knowing as much as Jake knew that I needed to be possessed as much as they needed to make me theirs.

  “Sweetheart, your submission is the greatest treasure a man could have,” Luca said, taking me from Jake’s arms and cradling my body against his chest. “I love you so much.”

  “We are yours. You are ours. I love you, baby.” Mark sat on the bed and lay back, offering me his hand. “Come here, and sink into the pleasure of the pain stinging your breasts.”

  “We realize that our first time together like this will be difficult, ” Jake said, soothing the worry of the physical deed with his controlled toned. “But, you’re ready for us. We will be gentle with your precious gift.”

  I placed my hand in Mark’s hold, and Luca lowered me over Mark’s body.

  “You have the control, Lora.” Jake shucked out of his jeans and reached for a tube on the bedside table. “You will take each of us when you want. We are completely yours.”

  Large hands caressed my back and calmed my nerves, as I rested over Mark and inhaled his familiar and comforting scent. He fit his length at my entrance, but didn’t move. I was so wet, so ready, but he didn’t rush.

  “You take me,” Mark said, holding still and waiting for me to descend onto him.

  I lowered my head and sealed my mouth to Mark’s lips. Slowly, tenderly, I savored his wonderful taste, exploring the strength and confidence of his kiss as I sank onto him and my body stretched to accommodate him deep inside. He was patient and slow, filling me with his love and wonder. When he started to move, I tightened around him and pressed the swell of my clit against him.

  “You will take Luca next,” Mark said, releasing my lips and lifting my face in his hands. “Allow him into the heaven of your mouth.”

  I reached for Luca and wrapped my fingers around the base of his erection. He came closer. I trailed my tongue over the wide head and dipped into the center for a taste of the man who giving myself to him. Empowered by his groan, I closed my lips and sucked him deep, meeting his gaze and nodding for him to move.

  Luca maintained our eye contact and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Rock back on Mark, and relax for Jake. He’s lubed and ready for you.”

  I wanted them so bad. Needed them even more. My body shuddered at the thought of accommodating all of them. I moved against Mark, and my knees spread farther apart. Jake fit his hand on my lower back, and pressed the tip of his cock against my ass.

  “I belong to you, Bella,” Jake said.

  “Please,” I cried, releasing Luca from my mouth and holding him just outside my lips. “Take over.”

  They did.

  Luca tightened his fingers in my hair and plunged his
cock to the back into my mouth and stroked deep to my throat, silencing any cries. “We’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go.”

  “Open for me,” Jake urged, spreading my ass cheeks apart with strong fingers.

  “You belong to us.” Mark tugged on the chain linking the nipple clamps.

  Pain threw me back onto Jake, who in turn thrust past the tight ring of muscle and buried himself deep.

  “That’s it, baby,” Mark breathed, releasing the clamps and sucking an aching peak into his mouth. The surge of blood to my nipples battled with the pain of Jake’s cock stretching my ass. The blur from agony to ecstasy intensified.

  “Let me,” someone said, but in the haze between pain and bliss, I didn’t know who had spoken. It didn’t matter. I obliged.

  My men held me, cherished me, and chased away any discomfort by showering me with pure pleasure. They moved within me, loved me, alternated the depth of how much each filled me, and urged me higher and higher to my release.

  “We’re there, baby,” Mark rasped.

  “Now,” they called, and my body quivered and shattered, as I fought to swallow Luca and felt Jake and Mark fill me to completion.

  I felt.

  I only felt.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sunny days faded into passionate nights, and our special week was coming to an end.

  I peered over Jake’s shoulder at the bedside clock. It was nine o’clock in the morning and our flight was in less than three hours. A pensive breath escaped my lips.

  “What are you thinking, baby?” Mark cradled my back and slid his hand over my chest, resting it over my heart.

  “It’s time to head home,” I whispered, watching Luca emerge from the bathroom with a crisp white towel wrapped around his waist. “I’m going to miss waking up like this every morning.”

  “We’ll be waking up earlier, and maybe the sun won’t be as bright, but as long as I get to kiss you good morning, I don’t care where we wake up.” Mark dropped a kiss on my shoulder.

  “Ditto,” Luca agreed.

  “That sounds great, but is physically impossible,” I said, a sad smile shaping my lips. “I don’t think you’d all fit sitting around my breakfast bar for coffee.”

  “You’re never sitting at that breakfast bar for morning coffee again.” Jake curved an arm over my waist and swatted my butt. “You’re ours, you belong to and with us, and you’re sitting at our table from now on.”

  That was a lot for Jake to say before his shower and coffee. He wasn’t the early in the morning kind of man, and I wondered if he was fully awake.

  Mark was a morning man, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t offer to explain Jake’s ramblings, rather he gathered me tight and pressed his morning erection against the small of my back. “Your turn to shower, Jake,” he said, rounding his hips and grinding against me. “I’d like some time alone with Lora. I’ll wake her properly, then we’ll meet you both in the living room.”

  I was surprised how accepting Jake was, and how tenderly he kissed my mouth before rising from the bed. Luca leaned down and cupped my face. “See you soon, sweetheart,” he added, his tongue sweeping over my lips and stroking sweetly through them.

  My heart was beating fast as Luca and Jake strolled out the bedroom, promising a nice breakfast to ‘properly’ welcome the day.

  I turned to face Mark, who had rolled on his back and was drawing long, strong strokes over his arousal. Dark, sexy blue eyes stared at me, his gaze caressing my body and stoking a fire deep inside. The erotic image of Mark working his erection was so beautiful, so perfect. Moisture pooled between my legs and my clit pulsed with desire.

  “I need you,” he said, his voice hoarse and his control slipping.

  Palming his heavy sack, I joined his hand and stroked up his length, maintaining our visual connection as I circled his moist head. Mark groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, panting breaths of control as the muscles in his neck chorded from the strain.

  “Take over. You have control, Lora.”

  My pulse raced and every nerve ending tingled. Other than that first time we’d all been together, he never before relinquished power and placed himself in my control.

  Straddling his hips, I rose above him, and positioned him at my entrance. He palmed the base of his cock and rubbed up my folds.

  “No,” I said, lifting away from him, fighting to keep from relinquishing the power he’d given me. “Hands behind your head.”

  He complied, brushing his fingers over the sides of my breasts on his way. With a wicked grin, he pillowed his head on his hands and wet his lips.

  I bent and licked his dark nipple, twirling my tongue around the flat sphere and flicking it over the hard peak. He groaned, rolling his hips, but finding no contact. I moved my attention to the other side of his chest, and did the same there, but added a soft grazing with my teeth.

  The guttural groan that rolled through him vibrated against my core, and I lowered to grind against his groin. I arched my back and cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples in rhythm with my hips. Wetting his erection with my cream, I slid up and down his length, trembling with each stroke and caress.

  “I love how you look when you fight to hold off your climax,” I informed him, amazed at how empowering it was to voice the simple fact. My nipples ached and my pussy pulsed with need. I leaned over and offered him my breast. “Taste.”

  He closed his lips around the tender peak and sucked it into his heat, the ecstasy of his touch spearing from my nipple to my core. I watched him suckle hard, working his tongue and nipping at the tip. The image so rousing, I slipped my hand between my thighs and rubbed tiny circles over my clit. I kept watching, turning a tiny bit to give him the other nipple, and by the time he took that one, my pussy wept to have him fill me.

  I slowly palmed his base, spreading my fingers over his sack and feeling the tightness grow heavy in my touch. I positioned his bold head at my entrance, and in a sudden move, impaled myself on him, stilling to adjust as he stretched my channel with sweet pain.

  “Fuck, Lora,” he gasped, swelling inside me. “I thought you were going slow and sweet, then you do something like that. You’re killing me.”

  I lifted, sliding him out to the last inch, then I quickly slammed back down, taking him completely, and loving the way his eyes glazed with desire. I could see how he fought to keep from coming, and his struggle was the most powerful aphrodisiac.

  I was doing that to him.

  He’d placed himself in my control and I was caring for his desire, meeting his needs, and falling more in love with him in every second.

  Feeling him swell and thrust deeper, I seated myself on him and ground hard, circling my hips and taking us higher. My impending orgasm built, and when the pressure for release was impossible to hold, I threw my head back and shattered into pieces around him.

  He cried his release, spilling himself deep in me and grasping my hips to hold me together. I collapsed against him, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath his muscular chest, and letting him take my weight.

  Still connected, he flipped me on my back, and continued to slowly plunge through my ultra-sensitive center. Cupping my face, he claimed my mouth, stroking his tongue over mine, and milking every last bit of his release.

  “Good morning, baby.”

  * * * *

  As the water sluiced down my body and rinsed away the suds, the realization of the morning’s events hit me full force and my legs buckled beneath me. Mark wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me, and held me against him, studying my face.

  “You’ve never done that,” I breathed.

  “I’ll always catch you,” he replied, lifting me out and placing my feet on the plush carpet. Swaddling me in a towel, he used a second to collect the excess water from my hair.

  “I know you’ll always catch me,” I said, running my fingers over the strong lines of his face. “I was referring to relinquishing control to me.”

  “You’ve always had control.”
He lifted me to sit on the marble vanity and braced an arm on either side. “I need you. I need you more than anything I’ve ever needed. And more importantly, I trust you.”

  “I love you, Mark.”

  “I love you more, baby,” he said, kissing me tenderly and nipping my lower lip. He patted the side of my thigh. “Let’s get you dressed, and we’ll join Jake and Luca. We have a surprise for you.”

  Mark wouldn’t speak anymore of the surprise. He picked out a flowing sundress and slipped it over my body. Kneeling at my feet, he held a pair of lace panties for me to step into, then guided them up my legs and over my hips. He brushed my hair, combed his fingers through it to finalize the look, and lastly fit a pair of sandals on my feet.

  “Beautiful,” he said to the couple in the mirror.

  “Rather over dressed for our last breakfast on the island.” I hadn’t worn panties or had anything other than a bikini bottom cover me since the first time they’d chosen my clothes.

  “You need one more thing,” he said, taking my hand and closing his fingers around it. He led me to the living area of the suite.

  Jake and Luca were dressed in suits, ties complete and cuffs beneath the jacket sleeves.

  “Have a seat, Bella.” Jake pulled out a chair and waited for me to take my place at the head of the table. Mark disappeared into the second bedroom.

  The table was elegantly set with fine china, crystal champagne flutes, and tall taper candles. The fragrant blooms in the center of the table were small and dainty white flowers, flanking three red roses and a single white one in the center.

  “It’s very pretty,” I said, accepting the napkin Jake placed across my lap. Luca served coffee and we waited for Mark to return, silently watching the melt in the candles’ glow. “You’re really not going to tell me what the surprise is?”

  “No, sweetheart.” Luca returned his coffee cup to the saucer and covered my hand. “If it makes you feel any better, we’re more anxious than you.”

  “How could that be? You know what it is.”