by Marie James
“We haven't really had the chance to talk about a wedding yet,” Josie says as she smiles in Kaleb's direction. “I want something small, but we haven't discussed anything.”
“Well,” Kaleb says and leans forward resting his elbows on his knees.
“Hold that thought for a minute, man,” I say as I stand and make my way over to Lorali. I pick her up easily and settle into her chair and place her on my lap. “I just needed to get a little more comfortable.” I explain.
“Thank fuck,” Garrett says and angles his head towards Alexa who pops up and goes to him.
Kaleb, not missing an opportunity to be near Josie moves over to her. My world has been set to rights.
“Sorry for the interruption, Kaleb. Please continue.” I angle my beer towards him before taking a sip.
“I was just going to tell Josie that I think a small wedding would be perfect.” He kisses her neck and she seems to just melt into every crevice of his body.
I hear Alexa hiss and cut my head in time to see Garrett whisper something in her ear and pull his hand from the apex of her thighs.
“Okayyyy,” I say and shuffle Lorali to her feet. We need to do something else before this turns into an orgy of some kind. “How about we all get changed and jump in the pool?
Everyone nods, murmurs their ascent, and stands to make their way to different locations in the house to change into swimwear.
From the growl I just heard from Garrett and giggle from Josie I'm thinking it may be a bit before either pair makes their way back out to the pool, which is fine by me because I have plans for the next half hour or so.
“Take your time!” I yell at everyone's retreating back.
They each have what Lorali and I consider their own rooms here, carry-over from when Josie was abducted and I've made sure to let them know that they're welcome here anytime.
“You seem distracted,” Lorali says as I close the door to our suite.
“I want you practically every second of every day,” I tell her. “But do you find it weird that I stay rock hard every time we get together in a group like this?”
“Really?” she asks and her face lights up. She sighs loudly. “I'm glad I'm not the only one.”
“I have no idea why. It kind of freaks me out a little bit.” I explain.
“I think it's because there is so much love and attraction around it just electrifies the air or something,” I nod in agreement as I push her beautiful honey colored hair off of her shoulder so I can kiss her there.
“Mmmm,” is her response as her hands make their way under my t-shirt and her nails lightly score my back.
I unzip her jeans and slide them, along with her underwear, off of her luscious ass, dropping to my knees to push them to her ankles. My face is near her cleft and I'm unable to keep myself from inhaling her intoxicating scent. I toss her jeans to the side once she's stepped out of them and run my hands back up her legs to the inside of her thighs.
I kiss her just below her belly button and pull my head back as I reach in with my thumbs and spread her swollen lips apart; she's all but dripping on the carpet. I lean in to taste her and she stops me with her hands on my head.
“I thought the rule was you're not supposed to eat anything before swimming?” I look up at her evil little smirk.
“I'll stick to the shallow end then,” I growl at her before burying my face between her legs and slinking an arm around her, already predicting her reaction to my bombardment. I'm a fast learner and it only took us once of her falling for me to make sure I'm holding her tight when my tongue hits her clit.
“Jesus,” she pants and tugs on my hair. It's just long enough for her to wrap her fingers in and I live for the moments when she lets herself go enough to try to force me into action. I'm certain she doesn't even know she's doing it.
We've been together for months now and I'm just as excited to get my mouth on her, my cock inside her as I was the first time I ran into her, possibly even more so now after all of the tragedy that has hit our small group. Nothing like a couple of near deaths to make you appreciate what you have.
I groan against her hot body as she comes so much that her juices are dribbling down my chin. I love that I've never had to use a drop of lube in this beautiful woman.
She's trembling as I wipe my mouth on the inside of her thigh and stand up. “You're worried about me drowning in the pool so you decided to try and drown me in here instead?” I tease as I wipe more of her off my face with the t-shirt I just tugged over my head.
She giggles and I toss it to the floor and work my pants off, freeing my rock hard cock. I kiss her lips and sweep my tongue in repeatedly as I reach around her back and lift her against me. I grunt the second the hot flesh of her pussy makes contact with my throbbing cock. I’m not even in her yet and already I’m thinking of the next time.
I pull my mouth only a hairsbreadth away from hers. “You know I never want to rush with you, but we have guests today.” I nip her bottom lip. “So I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and you’re going to love every second of it.” I tilt her head and bite her ear lobe. “I’ll make it up to you once our guests leave.
Her hooded eyes watch me with expectancy. I walk her toward the bed, lay her on her back with her feet against my chest, and slam into her without further warning.
“Shit,” I hiss. I told her hard and fast but me blowing my load in two seconds is not what I meant. I lean over to kiss her, practically folding her in half, thank you yoga, to give myself a second to prevent this turning into a very embarrassing situation.
“Relax, baby,” I beg against her lips. “If you stay clamped down on me like that things are going to end faster than I intended.”
She attempts to take a calming breath and I rock my hips back and forth turning it into a moan instead.
The tingling in my spine has subsided a fraction so I grab her feet from my chest and spread her legs as wide as my arms can reach. “You ready?”
She nods energetically and bites her bottom lip. I slam into her shoving her across the mattress a few inches. “Hold on to the edge of the bed down by your ass, baby. I don’t want you scooting away from me.”
She obeys and I begin to pound into her relentlessly. She’s magnificent with her hair spread across the duvet and her amazing tits bouncing to the rhythm of my pulverizing hips.
“Goddamn it, Lorali. You need to come soon.” My voice is pleading because there is no way to stop the train that is coming. “Play with your clit, baby.” I’m practically growling at her.
She whimpers at the first contact of her fingers. “Oh God!” she says loud enough so the whole house should know she’s about to peak.
“Come, Lorali. Now.” I say through gritted teeth.
She does, ridiculously so. The first hard clench of her tight pussy is my dick’s permission to let go, my orgasm releasing in hot bursts inside of her. I slowly flex my hips, dragging my still hard cock in and out of her, relishing in the oversensitive sensations until she whimpers and tries to wiggle away. I bury myself to the hilt, place her smooth legs around my hips, and rest some of my weight on her chest.
Her eyes are closed, no doubt exhausted from the past half an hour, and she looks amazing. Her cheeks are flushed the most incredible shade of pink and her lips are slightly parted to allow for her erratic breaths.
I stroke her cheek. “Lorali,” I grin at her when her heavy eye lids flutter open. “I love you, baby. I’d love nothing more than to stay in this room making you moan all day but we have to grab a quick shower and head back out to the pool.”
She grumbles at me. “You have to get out of me so I can get up.”
In an attempt to torture her I roll my hips and thrust in and out of her a few times which ends up tormenting me as well, but I finally relent and vacate her. I sweep her off the bed and walk us into the walk-through shower.
Chapter 6
Lorali
As always I get my way. I convinced Ian that it is ‘Tit for
Tat Sunday’ in the shower and since he made me come twice, once with his mouth, I insisted I return the favor. I love the taste of him and go after it every chance I get.
What annoyed me was rushing his blow job to get back out to the pool and discover that the other two couples haven’t made it out yet. I grab the plate of deli made sub sandwiches and set them on the table on the patio and begin making trips to and from the fridge and the patio.
Ian insisted that we order the deli food, stating that there is no need in wasting time on making food when he can pay someone to do it. Each time he gets this way, I argue that it’s wasteful but he just shrugs me off. We’ve had the argument more than once but this last time when I told him to do whatever he wanted with his money he corrected me and said it was our money. He wasn’t very happy when I told him to stop spending my money so frivolously. I told him he needed to invest it and stop throwing it away, which then led me to being placed in front of a computer while he pulled up his very substantial portfolio. So in my attempt to get him to stop wasting a hundred dollars on food he shut me up with knowledge of the millions he has at his fingertips.
I know the food will be well received as I’m sure everyone has worked up an appetite from changing into their swimsuits. I know Ian and I did.
I decided on a subdued navy and red, chevron print bikini for today since we’re in mixed company. I’ve only been in the pool a few times since it warmed up enough but that was with Ian and there was no clothing involved, so this is the very first time I’ve been in a bathing suit around Ian. He strokes or pats some part of my body each time we pass carrying food out to the patio. He can’t seem to keep his hands, eyes, and mouth off of me. I know he’s building the anticipation for tonight and hell if it isn’t working.
I’m standing facing the pool and Ian is at my back with his arms wrapped around me, whispering all of the things he plans to do to me later when I hear the back patio door open. I turn my head and see Alexa strut out in a fire-engine red, barely there bikini with Garrett close on her heels, a scowl on his face. He apparently is not impressed with her choice of attire in front of others.
I’m used to Alexa being wild and showing the world everything the good Lord blessed her with, this is until now. Now my insecurities come to a head when I see my gorgeous, red-headed best friend step out in tiny scraps of fabric in front of my fiancé.
I turn in Ian’s arms to try to gage his reaction to them when they walk towards us. He grins and when I follow his line of sight I can tell he’s smiling more at Garrett’s reaction than the sight of Alexa.
“She’s beautiful. Isn’t she?” I whisper in his ear.
He nods his head noncommittally. “You’re beautiful,” he responds and pecks my lips. “And Garrett has his damn hands full.”
I can’t help but laugh as I watch Alexa make her way around the table of food, deciding what she wants to eat as Garrett trails behind her with a towel obviously trying to get her to cover up.
“He’s tamed her,” I advise him.
He huffs. “She’s far from tame,” Ian disagrees. “I’d spank your ass if you tried to go out in public in that suit.”
My jaw drops when Alexa makes her way around the table and her back is to us. Red streaks and lines are halfway down the back of her thighs. I can tell they’re not from today because the swelling is minimal. My eyes dart to Garrett and I’m shocked to see a twinge of guilt on his face as he breaks eye contact with me, steps behind her, and wraps a towel around her waist.
“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself.
Ian laughs, then clears his throat when I glare at him. He shrugs his shoulders, “Garrett’s known to spank an ass every so often.”
“She’s covered in marks, Ian,” I say in an angry whisper.
“Look at her,” he tells me with mirth. “Does she look like she’s bothered by it?”
I glance over at Alexa and watch her as she kisses Garrett’s mouth and look away when I see her hand glide down his stomach and cup his cock.
“I’m thinking,” Ian says. “Alexa may enjoy what Garrett does to her.”
“They do look happy,” I conceded as he lowers his mouth to mine.
Ian swatted my ass once when we were in Paris a few months ago but hasn’t since. Honestly I loved the way my ass stung from the swat of his big hand, but those marks don’t look fun to me at all. To each their own I guess. I make a mental note to talk to Alexa about it later.
I hear a feminine throat clear and pull my mouth away from Ian’s. Peering around his shoulder I see a flushed Josie and a very sated looking Kaleb step out on the patio. Josie, true to form, is in a Tankini with boy shorts, no way she’d be caught dead in something like Alexa is wearing.
“You guys hungry?” I ask the final couple joining us on the patio. “We have loads of food.”
Josie and Kaleb both grab a plate and begin adding food. I notice Josie only gets some fruit and a couple cubed pieces of cheese. “You don’t want a sandwich, Josie?”
She looks a little embarrassed, which leaves me confused.
“The books say deli meat is unsafe in pregnancy,” Kaleb informs me. I had no clue.
“Oh, okay.” I shrug my shoulders. “Would you like me to grab you something else?”
Josie shakes her head no and beams at Kaleb. “You’ve been reading the books?”
I almost swoon at the sight of his loving smile as he nods at Josie, kisses her cheek, and places a gentle hand on her lower belly. He’s going to be an incredible dad and husband. I turn my head and look at Ian who is watching me with adoration and suddenly I’m sad that my own womb is empty.
I smile at him when he quirks his eyebrow up and beams a huge smile at me; just like with everything else he can read me like an open book. I know where our discussion is going to go later.
I turn away from him to attempt to abate my longing to take him back to our bedroom and begin the baby making right now. I grab a plate and grab a few random food items and join the others back at the patio furniture.
The conversation naturally flows right back to the weddings which I know Kaleb and Ian are looking forward to, the planning? Not so much.
“Why don’t we all get together next Saturday and go shopping?” Alexa recommends. “That gives you and Kaleb a week to discuss what you guys want.” She directs the last part to Josie.
“I’d love to!” I exclaim. “I’m way behind from…” I let my voice trail off. How completely insensitive was that? Did I really just almost blame my sister’s kidnapping on my suspended wedding plans?
I look over at Josie, ready to apologize but she’s not even paying attention to me. Instead, she’s watching Kaleb’s hand rub her flat stomach. The smile on her face tells me she either didn’t hear me or she wasn’t bothered by my rude words.
I look over at Alexa who is glaring at me, obviously mad at my slip. My eyes start to water and a blanket of guilt covers me. Just as my eyes start to water, Alexa shakes her head slightly, an apology for making me feel worse than I already did.
“What do you think, Josie?” Alexa asks breaking into my remorse. “Want to go shopping next Saturday?”
Josie looks to Kaleb for assurance and suddenly I realize she’s terrified to be away from him. I cut my eyes to Ian, begging for him to step in.
“That’s a great idea ladies,” he leans forward conspiratorially. “I’ll have the limo available to you.” He cuts his eyes to Kaleb and continues. “Ramon will be there to help with the bags.”
Kaleb nods at him. Ramon is not only Ian’s limo drive but also his bodyguard. Both Kaleb and Josie are well aware of whom he is and it sets them both at ease. I squeeze Ian’s hand as a thank you and he draws it to his mouth and kisses the inside of my wrist.
“Any idea which boutique you want to go to?” Josie asks me.
I hear Alexa huff playfully and I turn my head to her. “What?”
“We’ll have a limo and Ramon is carrying the bags? We’ll go to all of them!” We all laugh
.
I pop the last grape from my plate into my mouth just as Ian bends his head to whisper in my ear, “you ready to get in the pool?”
I nod my head, unfold myself from his lap, and stand. The others follow suit. “Let’s get wet,” I say to no one in particular. Josie nearly chokes on the water she’s drinking.
I can’t help but grin, engaged, pregnant, and still flustered by an unintentional sexual innuendo.
“You seem to be less stressed,” Garrett says in observation of Ian’s laid back demeanor in the pool. Garrett’s right. Ian is normally wound very tight.
We’re all coupled up hanging onto the side of the heated pool.
“I’ve hired a few more people at work to help weed through the minutia before it makes it to my desk.” He explains and grips my hip, positioning me in front of him against the wall, his arms still on the wall and my legs wrapped around his hips.
He emits a low groan when I tilt my pelvis fractionally, rubbing my slit against his thickening cock. He bends his head down and nips at my earlobe. “I will fuck you right here in front of everyone if you don’t stop.”
My body’s response to his delicious threat is surprising. I know it’s an empty threat; Ian is not the type to perform in front of others and I honestly have no desire to either, but his words have caused me to grow slick and my breasts heavy with need.
“Yes, sir,” I respond on a mild whimper in his ear.
He turns his attention back to Garrett. “I just need to find one more person to fill the Philanthropy Director position and I’ll be able to clear my plate a little more.”
“Any interviews lined up?” Alexa asks joining into the conversation.
“I have a few people lined up but I’m being very selective. They need to have the right feel for the job and I’ve been less than impressed with the people who I’ve spoken to thus far.” Ian explains.
Alexa smiles. “You know who would be great? Mallory King.” I nod in agreement. “I know she’s been looking for something a little more structured to focus on.
