by JA Low
“Fuckin sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Oh shit. Finn is bringing the dirty talk out now. I don’t know if I can handle that too.
“Did you enjoy that?” Vincent asks me. I nod my head, mesmerized.
“More.”
Finn’s eyebrow quirks up at me, a wicked glint crosses Vincent’s face.
“You want more? How much more?” Vincent asks.
“All of it.” I smile. Because this fantasy is turning out to be the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.
49
Finn
“All of it,” Isla states, her ice-blue eyes have melted into a puddle of lust and desire. My girl liked what she saw. Honestly, I was worried. Sometimes the fantasy is too much when it becomes reality. I was waiting for her to safe word out of the situation but instead she thrived under it. Hope. Desire. Love. All of it blooms in my chest. Isla understands me. She accepts me. Loves me for who I am and what I desire. If this is the only moment in my lifetime with her that I get to share the two sides of me then so be it. I will be the most thankful man in the world.
“Sit on the edge of the table and spread those legs,” Vincent commands her. I’m shocked at how dominant he is for a young guy. Even I am willing to get on my knees for him if he keeps talking the way he is. Isla does as she is told. “Perfect.” He smiles at her. “Now, do you mind if I taste you myself?” Vincent looks between us, double checking that his request is allowed. I nod my head and Isla does as well. He falls to his knees slowly and opens her legs wider. My heart begins to race; this is my moment; I could kill Isla’s fantasy with my jealousy. Vincent looks up at Isla and with his eyes he doubles checks that she is still okay with what is about to happen, she gives him a hungry smile and that is all the invitation he needs as he moves between her legs and samples her. Not going to lie, that first moment stung. Especially when Isla’s eyes closed in ecstasy, tiny mews falling from her lips as he continues to lavish her pussy. “So sweet,” he groans as he feasts on her. He sucks on her clit and Isla’s eyes widen and catch mine, she gives me a smile before closing them again and in that moment all my fears of us exploring this weekend are gone. She trusts me and I trust her.
Vincent moves away from her pussy and Isla pouts. “Don’t worry. I won’t neglect her for long. I just need to get a little more comfortable. My dick is piercing my pants.” Isla giggles at his words. He stands up and slides off his tight polo, then kicks off his deck shoes, his pants follow, he’s gone commando. I guess always prepared. My attention is caught by his dick, it’s thick and the length is great. He is neatly trimmed, not overly manscaped but enough you don’t need floss.
“Suck it.” Isla’s voice pierces my attention. “I want you to suck him off.” Isla directs her attention to Vincent.
“It would be my pleasure.” He drops to his knees again, this time in front of me. He looks up double checking if he is okay to proceed, I give him the sign and before I have time to prepare myself his magical mouth is wrapped around my dick. Holy shit, this man is good. My hands reach out and fist his silky hair. My eyes close as he works me over. I open one eye to check on Isla, her fingers have fallen to her pussy as she touches herself. No. No she shouldn’t be doing this by herself, she should be a part of this. I place my hand on Vincent’s shoulder and give it a squeeze, he understands completely, my dick falling from his swollen lips.
“I can’t let her touch herself.” My eyes fall on Isla’s fingers.
“No. You can’t,” he agrees.
“Babe.” I pull Isla from her lustful gaze. “I need you to sit on my face.” My request is met with an enthusiastic nod. I move to the lounge and lay back, Isla scoots over from the coffee table onto me. I turn her around; she isn’t going to want to miss the show she has been begging for. Vincent nestles himself between my legs. “Jump on, sweetheart, and face him.” She does as she is told; her sweet aroma tickles my nose. My fingers dig into her hips as I move her over my face, and the moment my mouth connects with her pussy, Vincent’s connects with my cock. We all moan in unison.
After Isla has come, we move positions. Vincent has organized a platter of condoms and lube for the next portion of the party.
“Babe, would you like two men at once?” This was something she hasn’t asked for before but now that we are a here, I think it’s something I could handle, maybe a little more than watching him fuck her. She bites her lip and nods, still blissed out from her orgasm. “Good. I think Vincent needs to swap places with me. I don’t think his dick is going to feel good in your hole.” This sobers Issy up.
“Oh. I thought you both would, you know, be…you know, in me.” Vincent and I look at each other, he nods. “Okay, sweetheart, we can try that.” Vincent and I both reach for the condoms and sheath ourselves. No need to swap places, I move Isla to hover over my dick and push her on top of me, making sure she is wet enough to take us both. She bites her bottom lip again, feeling me inside of her, she moves above me a couple of times, getting herself nice and ready. Vincent moves between my legs, I reach out and grab his cock, holding them together, Isla slowly begins to move down. I can feel him throbbing against my hand. She ever so slowly starts to take us into her, easing her pussy over our dicks. She closes her eyes and concentrates on the feeling, pushing through that thin barrier of pleasure and pain until we are both inside of her. When she realizes we are in, she opens her eyes in shock and gives me a smile.
“I feel so full.”
“Is that good or bad?” I ask.
“Different.”
“You ready for us to move.” She nods and bites her lip. We both have to move in unison to make this work. We slowly start to move inside of her, but the sounds Isla is letting out is telling me she is loving it. My fingers grip her hips holding her in place as Vincent’s hand moves around and finds her sensitive clit. As we move in unison his thick thumb circles her clit. We both groan as she squeezes our cocks. It feels so good. We continue the steady pace, slowly getting faster. But the further Vincent and I go chasing our orgasm the harder it is to keep in time, until Vincent moves and falls out.
“Please, don’t stop,” Isla pleads. Vincent moves around to my mouth and thrusts his cock into it. I moan as I taste Isla on him, she groans seeing me take him all the way down my throat. Her pussy clenches around me, her movements begin to quicken, she rides me harder. The harder she fucks me, the further his cock slips down my throat, I am practically choking on him.
“Yes, baby, yes,” Isla calls out as she rides me. “Take it all,” she tells me and I do. I do it for her. Giving her the best show of her life as I take everything Vincent is giving me. We all come together.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” Isla squeals once we are finished. Vincent removes his condom and places it in the bin. I’m still inside of Isla, exhausted. That was kind on intense.
“Is there anything else I can do for you both?” Vincent asks, standing in front of us naked. I watch Isla’s eyes hone in on his still hard cock, she sucks in her bottom lip again.
“I think that’s all for the moment,” I tell him, really wanting a nap.
“It has been my pleasure.” He bows, grabs his shorts and puts them on then his polo and slips his deck shoes back on. Moments later he is gone and it’s just the two of us.
“That was…” Isla says dreamily.
“Pretty fun.” I pull her against me, needing her body wrapped against mine.
“It was. Damn, babe. You know how to suck a cock.” I burst out laughing because that is the last thing I thought I would ever have heard from my fiancée’s mouth. “It was hot.” She chews her lip. “I was worried that…you know; I would be jealous. And there was a small portion of me that was for a couple of moments, but then you would look over at me, or touch me, connecting us together and that’s when I realized it was just some fun.” I pull her face to mine and kiss her.
“Thank you.”
“I love you, Finn.”
“I love you too, babe.”
“Good, because I kind of want to do it again. Now that the stress of the first time is over.”
“Really?” I look up at her.
“I mean if you are okay wanting round two with Vincent?”
“Well…” I let her hang then burst out laughing. “Yeah. Maybe once more. There are so many things I want to do to you both. I mean we didn’t even get a chance to use all these toys.” I point to the lonely sex toys on the table.
“True. I mean Vincent went to a lot of trouble to organize them. I think it’s only fair that we use them. I mean, I’m sure Nate would want feedback or something.” She makes me laugh.
“Come on, let’s have a bath and then a sleep, before you ravage me again.”
50
Isla
We have been invited to Nate’s private villa for dinner. He has put on the most beautiful feast for us. There is also an island band playing for us in the background.
“How did everyone’s day go?’ Nate asks the table. There are cheers from the boys, and blushes from the girls. I think it’s safe to say everyone got lucky.
“I am never leaving this island,” Derrick adds. “Do you even realize that your butler will suck your cock for you, at any moment of the day?” Everyone bursts out laughing at him. “Ernesto has a magic mouth. Can I take him home? Pretty please.” Derrick flutters his eyelashes at Nate.
“No. Ernesto is one of my top staff members.” Derrick pouts.
We continue with dinner, filling ourselves silly with food and then drinking way too much. Like what always happens the boys end up off somewhere and us girls are huddled outside under the tiki torches.
“So has anyone else explored the delights of this resort yet?” Derrick asks the girls. But they all remain tight lipped sipping their cocktails. “Really?” Derrick eyes us all suspiciously. “I bet you have.” He points to Camryn, who raises her brow at him.
“I’ve tried most things here,” is all she says.
“I bet you have with that delicious sex beast Nate.” Camryn bursts out laughing and gives him a high five. “So Camryn is the only one that did anything? None of you used the pleasures of your on call sex toy?” He looks expectantly at us all. I don’t meet his eyes.
“We didn’t. But we had a good time by ourselves.” Sienna stares at her best friend. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Of course you did. I wouldn’t be surprised if Evan knocked you up again. You’re a given Sienna. You’re such a slut for your man.” Sienna just laughs and rolls her eyes at him. “So everyone got lucky but nothing kinky?” Derrick is the biggest gossip queen, even if any of us had a story we wouldn’t be telling him. He can’t keep his big mouth shut. Well, that’s a lie. He hasn’t told anyone about me propositioning him on my birthday. I don’t think.
Camryn tells us about all the crazy things she has done at this resort when she was here for the opening. They sound so amazing and I want to try it all. There is a long ruckus, then cheers in the distance, it grabs our attention. Through the rainforest I see the rest of our party turn up. The Sons of Brooklyn boys with Charlotte, much to Evan’s horror, the California Bros., Finn’s brothers Hudson and Parker. Jackson came with us earlier. Parker looks like a kid in a candy store, his eyes wide taking in everything. Sebastien and Yvette as well. Okay, this is kind of embarrassing; three of the guys I have slept with have turned up to my bachelorette party.
Tyler runs to me, picking me up and hugging me.
“I couldn’t miss your bachelorette party, mama.” It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him. “This place reminds me of Mexico. Those were good memories.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, the flirt. I hear a voice clear behind me and know by the look on Tyler’s face it’s Finn. I release my grip from Tyler. I know if I found Finn hugging one of his flings like I just was I wouldn’t be happy. Finn rests his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.
“Don’t worry, Papa Bear, I’m not after your lady.” Tyler rolls his eyes at Finn which makes me giggle. “Have you seen this place? All my fantasies are about to come to life.” He smirks. Finn mumbles something incoherent. “Well have fun love birds. Don’t wait up.” Tyler throws me a wink and heads back to his friends. I turn around in Finn’s arms.
“Hey.” I grab his attention. “You’re mine.” This makes him smile.
“I know. Just hate that I pushed you into other men’s arms when I should have just been honest with you.” I wrap my arms around his thick neck.
“That is all in the past. And I am sorry that I slept with people that you know and that they are here.” Finn frowns, his eyes looking over my shoulders to the people behind us, he stops on a couple of faces then back to me. The frown deeper than before.
“Wes, Tyler and Sebastien?” I nod. I feel Finn tense. He lets out an unsteady breath.
“Just remember it was always you. Will always be you. I’m sorry I was a ho. If I could take it all back, I would.” I need him to know I am sorry. I never meant to hurt him by sleeping with his friends.
“Hey.” Finn grabs my face. “It was my fault for pushing you away. For hurting you with all those women. I don’t blame you.” His face is serious and then a smile breaks across it, he leans in closer and whispers into my ear. “I don’t blame you. They are all hot.” My eyes widen and a giggle falls from my lips. Cheeky man.
“I love you, Finn Connolly.”
“I love you too, Isla Erickson”
“Shall we go and have some fun.”
“Can’t wait.” Finn kisses me.
“The water looks amazing.” I eye off the dark sea; the moon is high in the night sky casting light out into the still water.
“Are there sharks?” I ask Finn who looks set to just jump in. He shrugs and proceeds to strip along the beach leaving clothes behind him.
“Come on, babe,” he calls for me. I give the deserted beach a quick once over and start to undress as well. I sprint toward him, the warm night air hitting my skin, I launch myself into his arms and he stumbles over into the sand with an oouf.
“Sorry.” I grin at him. I’m not. I end up on top of him, but we are covered in sand. Sand and vaginas don’t mix. Finn rolls me over then picks me up. His long legs eat up the rest of the beach, he runs directly into the water. I squeal when the first cool drop hits me, then I really scream when he drops me right in the water. “You bastard,” I splutter through the water; the dick is laughing beside me. Stupid idiot is in stitches, until I grab his legs and he falls over, under the water. Now it’s my turn to laugh, until he grabs my legs pulling me onto his lap. The water is only neck high with us on our knees.
“You look beautiful in the moonlight.” Finn looks at me as if I am the most beautiful woman in the world. “I’m a lucky man to be marrying you, Issy.” I wrap my arms around him.
“We got lucky, Finn.” He spreads my legs further against his hips; his hard cock pressing tightly against my stomach. Finn picks me up from the water, my leg automatically wraps around his waist, his hand moves between us, positioning himself at my entrance. His muscles straining as he holds all my weight. I help him enter me. His large palms move to my ass holding me tight against him. Then he starts moving me.
“I love you, Issy.” He continues to thrust into me, under the stars, the moonlight, the tropical scent swirling around us. Just the two of us in the middle of nature, making love to the other soul mate. I’ve never felt more connected to him than in this raw moment. He slowly brings me to orgasm, and he follows not far behind me. We soak in this moment. A moment that we feel the closet to one another. Finn’s lips meet mine and he kisses me slowly, with reverence, awe, love. And I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
51
Isla
“We are here.” Finn pulls me to his side as we get out of our limousine at the beautiful private estate we have hired for our wedding in a couple of days’ time. “Look, little man, there are some parrots.” He points to the colorful birds as they fly overhead. Easton squeals and clap
s his hands as he tries and follows them. The ocean forms one whole side of the estate, with the grand house set in the middle, there are green, tropical gardens surrounding the home, with all the amenities we could ever desire. It is part of a luxury resort on the island of Kauai. There is not a sole for miles even though it is part of a resort. Apparently, Camryn suggested this place because it was the best and that she knows the owners. Her best friend Harper, who’s been helping look after the PR for Dirty Texas Records while Vanessa’s been on maternity leave, her family own luxury hotels and it’s one of theirs. So they were able to secure total seclusion for us, especially from the paparazzi which can sniff a Dirty Texas wedding a mile away.
