cock, thick and pulsing, in the grip of his fist. I ached to feel it, to taste it.
“On Ashley’s ship…” I turned my mouth toward Priest, tasting his panting lips. “I watched him touch himself like that. Every night, he stood on his balcony and stroked his cock.”
“He told me.” A smoldering smile burned in Priest’s eyes. “He told me every detail of every interaction you shared, and we’ll do the same with you. We’ll tell you anything you want to know about us. But right now, I need to fuck you.”
Pushing up, he lifted us until he sat upon the top stair, which was level with the surface of the water. As he lowered me back to his lap, he shifted his hips and set his cock against my entrance.
Then he thrust.
I’d never been more grateful for my hearing than in that moment when the sound of his deep, guttural groan of pleasure hit my ears.
He palmed my breasts and moved his hips with a skill that made me want to weep. The sheer ecstasy of having him inside me was incomparable. The thrusting, the stretching, the slap of water, and the glide of heated skin—the man knew how to move inside a woman.
But this went deeper than pleasures of the flesh. The emotional connection fulfilled me beyond the tingling rush of orgasm. I was reunited with my husband, surrounded by his glorious scent, and reawakened by the rumbling, growling noises vibrating in his chest.
He gripped my face and dragged my mouth to his, plundering with lips and tongue. I fell into his kiss, riding his cock, feeding on his masculine beauty and strength, his lips as soft as warm silk, and his taste the flavor of fury.
The kiss was feral as the drive of his hips slammed harder, faster, chasing his release. The water splashed in my periphery, and moments later, a shocking breath of heat smothered the place where we were joined.
I tore my mouth away to find Ashley kneeling between my legs, his mouth on my cunt, and his hand around the root of Priest’s cock. The unholy onslaught of stimulation shimmered through me, shaking me from the inside out.
He devoured us from below, burying his face, lashing his tongue, and working his full lips where Priest stroked his length in and out.
My fingers tangled in Ashley’s soft hair, holding his sinful mouth against us. Their hands slid over me, touching everywhere as if unable to get enough. I wanted more. Deeper. I needed the connection of their hearts and souls bound with mine as our bodies came together.
When the orgasm hit, it slammed into me with showers of sparks and waves of trembling pleasure. I moaned their names, grinding my hips, and seconds later, Priest joined me.
“Bennett!” His arms wrapped around my breasts, holding me against his chest as he used my body, stroking me up and down his length, thrusting erratically. “Ah, Christ, you feel good. So damn tight on my cock.”
Ashley licked us through the peak while stroking himself beneath the water. Then he kissed his way up my front, lingering on my breasts and nipples before crushing his lips against mine.
I tasted myself on his tongue, so wildly turned on knowing his mouth had just been on Priest.
Then I felt his hand there, his fingers slipping around my opening, where Priest was still seated.
“God’s teeth.” Priest eased out and rammed back in. “Incredible.”
Ashley pressed closer, kissing me passionately while inching his fingers into my body, sliding alongside Priest’s cock.
“Think you can take both of us?” He nipped at my lips, groaning, panting, his entire body shaking. “I bet you can fit two. But not tonight. I’m not going to last long.”
He lifted me off Priest, just high enough to pull me against him. My legs gripped his hips. My arms clung to his muscled shoulders. Then he impaled me where Priest had just been just seconds before.
I cried out, instantly feeling the size difference. Where Priest was big, Ashley was massive. He stood still in the water, his hands palming my backside, and gave me a moment to adjust. Then he unleashed his hunger.
“Missed you so much.” He pounded with hard need, pushing to drive deeper, to get closer.
He leaned forward, and I felt Priest encompass us both from behind, my back against Priest’s chest, trapped. There was no escaping this forbidden union. None of us were letting go.
I found an evil amount of satisfaction in watching Ashley’s unseemly manners obliterate his