Page 55 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Gemma

Villefranche-sur-Mer, France

The Mediterranean sun hit my skin like liquid gold as we stepped off the gangway, and I felt something shift inside me—a loosening of the tight control I'd maintained for so long. The port stretched before us in shades of terracotta and azure, all palm trees and pristine beaches that made my carefully organized life back in Bath seem like a distant memory. After dinner, Enzo and Brian had slept on the couch again, but things had shifted between us, and I knew I wanted more of what they were offering, even if I wasn’t quite sure how I fit into the equation yet.

I'd spent the morning researching the most exclusive beach clubs, calling ahead and making reservations. Now, watching Brian and Enzo flanking me as we walked toward our destination, I felt a surge of power that I rarely felt outside the boardroom.

The check-in process was seamless, and the private cabana I'd booked was what I'd hoped for—a slice of paradise tucked away from the crowds, complete with our own infinity pool that seemed to spill directly into the Mediterranean. Tall hedges on either side of the pool provided privacy from other guests, while the open-sided cabana housed a plush daybed, a small table and chairs, and a bathroom and shower in the back. The staff had already set up champagne on ice, fresh fruit, and fluffy towels that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary.

"Damn, Gemma."

Enzo spun around, dropping his canvas bag onto the pristine white deck.

"This is incredible."

I felt a flush of satisfaction at his reaction. Money had always been a tool for me—a way to ensure efficiency, to solve problems, to maintain the standards the Bancroft name demanded. But today, I was using it for pure pleasure. I was creating an experience that had nothing to do with business and everything to do with the two men I was with.

"Only the best for my boys.”

My boys. I flushed, embarrassed at having called them that because they definitely weren’t. I busied myself with laying out a beach towel and tugging off my coverup, tossing it on the hook.

The white bikini I'd chosen was more revealing than anything I'd ever worn in public, but the way both men's eyes tracked my movements made me feel powerful rather than exposed.

Brian set down his methodically packed beach bag, his gaze taking in every detail of our surroundings with that analytical focus I was coming to adore.

"This probably costs more than I make in a month."

"Probably."

I grinned, reaching for the champagne. The bottle was perfectly chilled, condensation beading on the glass.

"But why do I work so hard if I can’t treat two sexy men to an extravagant day on vacation?"

Enzo sprawled next to me with a happy groan, his board shorts riding low on his hips in a way that made my mouth water.

"I have to ask. Why haven't you booked a flight back yet? Two days ago, you were ready to bail, and now you're renting private cabanas and ordering champagne."

I paused with the champagne flute halfway to my lips, considering the question. The truth was, I wasn't entirely sure myself.

Something had shifted since Valencia, since watching Brian kiss Enzo against those ancient stones, since the intimate moments we'd shared in the suite's bathroom. I wanted more, and I wasn’t sure how to ask for it.

"Andrew has things handled back at the hotel,"

I said instead. It was true. My COO was more than capable of managing things in my absence. I'd promoted him for that reason.

"I planned this vacation, paid for it, and researched every stop. And you were right, I might as well enjoy it."

Enzo nodded.

“You know we think you’re a badass in the boardroom, but it’s not healthy to never take a break.”

Brian just nodded. His smile was small but genuine, and I didn't miss the way his eyes crinkled with approval.

The champagne was perfect—crisp and dry with bubbles that danced on my tongue. I watched as Brian and Enzo began stripping down to their swimwear, and felt heat pool low in my stomach at the sight. Brian's chest was even more impressive in the bright Mediterranean sunlight, all defined muscle and pale skin that begged to be touched. Enzo's darker complexion gleamed as he stretched, his tattoos shifting with every movement.

"You should get in the pool.”

My voice had come out huskier than intended.

"Cool off."

Brian set his glasses on the table and tugged off his t-shirt, then glanced back at me.

"What about you?"

I took another sip of champagne, feeling bold and reckless.

"I'll watch for now. The view is quite spectacular from here."

Enzo's grin was wicked.

"You know what would make the view even better?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"What's that?"

"Skinny dipping.”

His fingers already moving to the waistband of his board shorts.

"When are we going to get another chance to swim in a pool with complete privacy?"

My breath caught in my throat. The idea was scandalous, but not technically against the resort’s rules. I didn’t want to admit that I’d checked.

"Why not?"

I stood, finding the door card that requested privacy and hanging it over the exterior door of the cabana. When I closed and locked the door and turned back, the men were watching me.

"What? Neither of you have stripped yet!"

Brian's eyes widened, but Enzo was already moving, his shirt and shorts hitting the deck almost immediately. My mouth went dry at the sight of him—all lean muscle and tattoos, his cock already showing signs of arousal, hanging heavy between his legs.

He was beautiful, unselfconscious in his nudity in a way that made me ache with need.

Brian hesitated for just a moment, his gaze flicking between Enzo and me. Then his own swimwear joined the pile on the deck, and I had to grip my champagne flute to keep from dropping it. Christ, he was gorgeous—pale skin and defined muscle, his cock thick and enticing even at rest.

And those thighs. Fuck. I’d never realized I had a thing for thickly muscled thighs.

"Coming in?"

Enzo was already moving toward the pool's edge, forcing his gaze away from Brian’s thickening cock.

"Sunscreen first!"

Brian announced, producing a bottle from his bag.

"UV index is brutal out here."

“Once an Eagle Scout, always an Eagle Scout,”

Enzo teased, turning away from him, and lifting his hands to brace them behind his head, accentuating his lean muscles.

“Do my back.”

Brian visibly swallowed, his throat working as his eyes fixed on Enzo’s ass. He shook himself, then stepped forward, pumping sunscreen into his palm.

I watched, mesmerized, as Brian's hands moved with careful precision across Enzo's skin, fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos.

Enzo's breath caught at the touch, especially as Brian’s hands wandered lower, skimming over his bare ass, massaging lotion into the thick muscles there. The casual intimacy between them made my pulse quicken, and I found myself imagining what those hands would feel like on my own skin.

"Your turn."

Enzo turned and took the bottle from Brian, his cock jutting out now, begging for attention.

Enzo’s hands moved with more sensuality, fingers lingering on Brian's shoulders, tracing the line of his spine. Brian's eyes fluttered closed at the contact, and I could see the way his breathing deepened as Enzo boldly touched his ass and legs, kneeling to make sure he’d covered every inch of Brian’s lower half.

Sunscreen had never looked so much like foreplay, especially as they turned to face each other, working sunscreen into their arms and chests, cocks jutting out, swollen and hard, demanding attention.

Occasionally, their eyes darted to me, and I knew they were enjoying being watched.

And they were beautiful together—all masculine grace and filthy touches. The memory of watching Brian come in Enzo's mouth was still fresh in my mind, and seeing them touch each other now sent arousal spiraling through me with surprising intensity.

Brian grinned and turned away from Enzo.

“Come on, let’s swim!”

Enzo shot me an exasperated look, and I laughed. Then he turned and jogged towards the pool with Brian.

They dove in with twin splashes, and I settled back to enjoy the show. The water was crystal clear, and I could see everything—the way Enzo's muscles flexed as he swam, the powerful stroke of Brian's arms as he cut through the pool.

When they surfaced near the edge closest to me, water streaming from their hair, I felt my breath catch.

"This is incredible,"

Brian said.

"The water’s nice and cool."

Enzo moved closer to him, and I watched with growing arousal as he pressed against Brian's back, nipping at his neck. Brian's head fell back against Enzo's shoulder, and I could see the way his breathing deepened at the contact.

They were beautiful together, their intimacy growing easier and more relaxed by the minute.

The sharp ring of my phone cut through the moment like a blade, and I cursed under my breath as I fumbled for it among the cushions. The caller ID showed Imogen's name, and I knew I couldn't ignore it—not when I'd left her that confusing voicemail yesterday.

"Don't stop on my account,"

I called to the men, who had moved apart at the interruption.

"I'll just be a minute."

"Gemma?"

Imogen's voice came through the phone, sharp with concern. I pressed the device to my ear, trying to focus on my friend's words while Brian and Enzo continued their aquatic dance just meters away, their bodies cutting through the water with an easy grace that made my pulse quicken.

"Hello, Imogen,"

I said, attempting to keep my voice steady despite the way my heart was racing.

"Thanks for calling me!"

"Your message was rather confusing.”

I could hear the worry threading through her crisp accent.

"Something about a wedding emergency and needing help? Gemma, where are you? Are you all right?"

I watched as Brian turned to face Enzo, then dunked him in the water, laughing as he surfaced, sputtering. Water streamed from their hair as they chased each other to the shallow end of the pool, and Brian hauled Enzo against him. Enzo settled down as Brian's hands settled on his waist, fingers tracing patterns on wet skin.

"I'm fine.”

I cleared my throat, trying to sound more normal.

"Better than fine, actually. I'm in the French Riviera."

"France? So you stayed on the cruise! Good for you. Sounds delicious."

“Quite.”

I took a steadying breath, trying to organize my thoughts while Brian leaned in to capture Enzo's mouth in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Their tongues danced together in the afternoon sunlight, and I felt heat pool between my thighs at the sight. Delicious was the perfect word for it.

They'd moved to the side where I could see them more clearly, Brian pressing Enzo against the tiles while they kissed with increasing intensity.

"Is everything all right?"

There was a growing note of concern in Imogen’s voice.

“Delicious. Just a little… distracting.”

Brian's mouth had moved to Enzo's neck, and I could see the way Enzo's head fell back in pleasure, his lips parting on a sound I couldn't hear but desperately wanted to. One of Brian's hands was moving between them, and I realized with a jolt of arousal that he was stroking Enzo's cock beneath the water.

"Well, I’m sorry to interrupt things. But Gem, how are you holding up? Really? I know you've been putting on a brave face, but Jake's betrayal must have been devastating."

The question should have brought back the pain, the humiliation of being abandoned just days before my wedding. Instead, all I felt was a distant sense of gratitude. Jake's cowardice had freed me, had opened the door to experiences I never would have allowed myself otherwise.

"I'm discovering that perhaps Jake did me a favor."

Without Jake’s actions, I wouldn’t be treated to watching as Enzo's hand joined Brian's beneath the water. They were stroking each other now, their movements creating small ripples across the pool's surface that blurred the shape of their hard cocks under the water.

“I'm learning quite a lot about myself on this trip.”

"What kind of things?"

There was something in Imogen’s voice—curiosity, perhaps, or vicarious excitement.

I considered how to answer, how much to reveal about what was happening between the three of us. Brian had lifted Enzo onto the pool's edge now, and I could see everything—the way Enzo's cock jutted proudly from his body, the reverent way Brian's hands moved over his skin.

"Things I never thought I'd want," I said.

“Like adventure.”

Imogen made a soft sound that might have been understanding.

"I’d love an adventure. Well, I don’t want to interrupt you for too long. Let me know how I can help."

Before I could answer, Brian guided Enzo to the steps, and sat him down. His mouth descended on Enzo's cock, and I had to cover the phone's mouthpiece to muffle my gasp.

The sight was incredible—Brian's lips stretched around Enzo's thickness, the practiced way he took him deep, the obvious pleasure on both their faces. Enzo’s hips jolted up out of the water, thrusting into Brian’s mouth. I remembered the taste of Brian's pre-cum on my lips, the way Enzo had looked kneeling before him, and felt my own arousal spike to almost painful levels.

"Gemma?"

Imogen's voice was sharp with concern.

"Are you still there?"

"Yes,"

I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me.

"Sorry, I was just... distracted."

"By the view?"

There was definitely amusement in Imogen's voice now.

“You haven’t met a man, have you?”

"You could say that,"

I managed, watching as Brian's head bobbed with increasing rhythm. Enzo's hands were tangled in his hair, guiding him, and I could see the strain on both their faces as they chased their pleasure.

"Well,"

Imogen said.

"I suppose if you're going to have a rebound, you might as well make it spectacular."

I laughed, shaking my head, and forcing myself to focus on work.

"It's certainly that. But listen, there’s an issue with the Pemberton Wedding. They booked at the Bancroft in Bath and it’s a disaster.”

"The Pemberton wedding, right. Araminta Pemberton is… challenging. What can I do to help?"

The Pembertons were old money, the kind of family whose displeasure could damage the hotel's reputation for years.

"Apparently there's been some sort of disaster with the floral arrangements, and the bride is threatening to cancel if it's not sorted immediately."

“Okay. Well, I think I can handle that!”

"The bride is being unreasonable,"

I said into the phone, my mind automatically shifting into crisis management mode.

"The contract clearly states—"

"Gemma. You're on your honeymoon. Well, sort of. Un-honeymoon? Anyway, let me handle the work stuff. You enjoy yourself."

The offer was tempting, incredibly tempting. I wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone and join the men in the pool, to feel their hands on my body, to explore the desires that had been building inside me for days.

"Are you certain?"

I was already reaching for the hotel's contact information on my phone.

"Andrew's number is—"

"I have it,"

Imogen said firmly.

"I'll call him directly, smooth things over with the Pembertons. You just focus on... whatever it is you're focusing on."

Relief flooded through me, followed immediately by a surge of gratitude for my friend's understanding.

"Thank you," I said.

"I owe you."

"You owe me details, that’s all.”

I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Proper details, when you get back. I’m a boring and married woman, and my adventures can only happen through my single friends! But for now, go enjoy your Mediterranean adventure."

I ended the call and set the phone aside, my hands trembling with anticipation. Brian and Enzo were still in the pool, their movements slower now, more languid, as if they were waiting for me to rejoin them. Brian lifted his head, letting Enzo’s cock pop free of his lips with delicious slowness.

“Sorry about that. Posh weddings don’t go on pause when there’s a vacation.”

Enzo smiled.

“We understand. Your work is important to you, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Join us? As sexy as that bikini is, I believe there’s a strict rule: no bathing suits allowed,”

Brian added.

“A rule? Really.”

I stood up slowly, my fingers moving to the ties of my bikini top, and felt a surge of power as both men's eyes locked onto my movements. The Mediterranean sun was warm on my skin, and for the first time in years, I felt truly alive. I reached for Brian’s spray sunscreen and carefully applied it to every spot I could reach, watching the way the men’s eyes were glued to my hands with a delicious sense of power, especially as I let the bikini bottoms fall to the ground.

The warm breeze against my bare skin made me gasp.

The pool's edge was warm against my thighs, even in the shade, as I settled onto the tiles, letting my feet slip into the crystal-clear water. But it was nothing compared to the heat building in my core as I watched Brian and Enzo separate in the water, their bodies still close enough to touch.

"Well,"

I said, my voice carrying more confidence than I felt.

"don't let me interrupt. I rather enjoyed the show you were putting on."

The request should have embarrassed me—proper Gemma Bancroft didn't ask men to perform for her entertainment. But the woman I was becoming, the one who'd booked private cabanas and dared beautiful men to strip naked, found the power intoxicating. I wanted to watch them, wanted to see how their bodies moved together.

Brian's eyebrows rose, but Enzo's grin was pure wickedness.

"You want a show, princess?"

he asked, moving closer to Brian with predatory grace.

"We can give you a show."

Their mouths came together in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, tongues dancing as Brian's hands settled on Enzo's waist. I watched, transfixed, as they moved together in the water, their bodies creating small ripples that caught the sunlight like scattered diamonds. Brian's hand slid down to wrap around Enzo's cock, stroking with practiced precision while Enzo's head fell back with a groan that made my pussy clench with want.

The sight was incredible—all masculine beauty and raw desire. My nipples hardened and wetness gathered between my thighs, even though neither of them had dared to touch me. When was the last time I'd felt this aroused just from watching someone? When had desire ever hit me with such immediate, overwhelming force?

Enzo's hand joined Brian's beneath the water, and their movements synchronized, each man jerking the other’s cock with increasing intensity. Their breathing grew heavier, their kisses more desperate, and I found myself squirming on the pool's edge, desperate for some kind of friction.

"Fuck,"

I breathed.

"You're both so beautiful."

They broke apart at my words, their gazes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. For a moment, we stared at each other—me perched on the edge like some voyeuristic goddess, them standing waist-deep in the water with their cocks jutting proudly between them.

Then they exchanged a look, some silent communication passing between them that made my pulse quicken with anticipation and alarm. Brian's smile was slow and predatory, while Enzo's grin was pure mischief.

"You know what I think?"

Brian asked.

"I think you've been watching long enough."

Before I could process his words, before I could even think to protest, strong hands were wrapping around my ankles. Brian's grip was firm and sure, tugging me forward while Enzo's arms came around my waist from behind, and suddenly I was being pulled into the pool.

"Wait!"

I was laughing despite myself as the cool water enveloped my body.

"I didn't agree to—"

"You can't be relegating us to watching us anymore. We want to play with you, too."

Brian’s hands steadied me as I found my footing in the water. The water came up to my chest, and my nipples pebbled as the cool water lapped over my breasts.

Enzo swam up behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his arms encircled my waist.

"Yeah, princess. Time to join the fun."

I was sandwiched between them now, their big bodies surrounding me in the water, and suddenly I felt small and feminine. Brian's chest was a wall of pale muscle before me, water droplets clinging to the hair scattered across his skin, while Enzo's warmth pressed against my back, strong and sure. As they moved, their cocks brushed against my thighs and ass.

"I don't... I'm not very good at this,"

I stammered, my usual confidence deserting me. The admission came out before I could stop it, vulnerability spilling from my lips like wine from a broken glass.

Brian's expression shifted immediately, his blue eyes going soft with concern.

"What do you mean?"

Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment warring with arousal as I tried to find the words.

"I mean, I can't... I don't usually... with men, I can't really orgasm."

The silence that followed was deafening. Brian's face went through a series of expressions—confusion, then understanding, then something that looked like fury.

"What the hell kind of men have you been with?"

Brian’s jaw was tight with anger.

"Any man who can't make you come doesn't deserve to touch you."

I saw the moment realization dawned. His expression changed again, this time to mortification.

"Oh fuck,"

he breathed.

"Jake…"

He trailed off, looking like he wanted to disappear beneath the water.

I felt my face burn with embarrassment.

"It wasn’t Jake,"

I said quietly.

"I think I'm... broken somehow. I learned to fake it, so most guys don’t even know. Hell, I’m not even sure why I’m telling you this instead of just… you know."

Enzo's arms tightened around me, gentle but firm.

"You're not broken, Gem. You just haven't found the right touch yet."

He moved closer, pressing his chest more firmly against my back while his hands traced soothing patterns on my arms.

"I bet you’ve never tried to orgasm with two men tending to your every need."

I couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped.

"Of course not. I can barely manage with one."

Enzo's smile was warm and encouraging, free of judgment.

"Well then, time to try, don't you think?"

I stared at him, then at Brian, my heart hammering against my ribs. The old Gemma would have been scandalized, would have made excuses and fled to the safety of her business calls and quarterly reports. But the woman I was becoming—the one who'd spent last night watching these men pleasure each other—felt a thrill of anticipation at the suggestion.

"I..."

I swallowed hard.

"I don't want to disappoint you. If I can't..."

"You won't,"

Brian said with quiet conviction, his hands settling on my waist.

"When this is done, we’re going to have a long talk about the man who made you feel like a disappointment when he was, in fact, the disappointing one.”

“Trust us?"

Enzo asked.

I looked between them—these two beautiful, patient men who'd already shown me more consideration than anyone else ever had—and felt something shift inside me. A door opening, a wall crumbling, the first crack in the armor I'd built around my heart.

“Yes. But don't be disappointed if I'm impossible."

Brian shook his head immediately, his expression fierce with determination.

"No one's impossible, Gemma."

His blue eyes searched my face, looking for something I wasn't sure I could give him.

"You said you can't with men. But can you... by yourself?"

The question sent fresh heat flooding through my cheeks, and I had to look away from his intense gaze.

"I... yes. With my vibrator."

"Then you can come with us,"

Brian said with quiet conviction.

"Some women just require patience. And the right touch."

Enzo's hands were already moving, fingers tracing the line of my bikini straps with reverent attention.

"We don’t have to be back to the ship for seven hours. We’ve got all the time in the world, princess. And we're very motivated students."

The combination of Brian's clinical certainty and Enzo's playful confidence sent shivers racing down my spine. I felt caught between them, suspended in a moment of pure possibility where anything could happen, as they ran their hands gently down to my hips, holding me nude between them.

The warm Mediterranean sun beat down on my skin, turning the water into liquid gold around us. I could feel every breeze, every ripple against my sensitized flesh, every place where their bodies pressed against mine. The infinity pool stretched out before us, seeming to merge with the azure sea beyond, and I felt like I was floating in paradise.

"Look at you,"

Enzo said.

"Like a fucking goddess."

Brian moved behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his arms came around my waist. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, nestling against the curve of my ass. His hands began a slow exploration of my body, fingers tracing patterns on my skin beneath the water.

"You're so soft. So responsive. Look how hard your nipples are."

His hands moved lower, stroking along my thighs through the water with maddening lightness. Each touch sent electricity racing through my nerves, and I found myself arching back against him, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of whatever magic his fingers were weaving.

"That's it. Let yourself feel it. You're so fucking sexy like this, Gem."

Enzo moved closer, his hands cupping my face as he studied my expression with dark, knowing eyes.

"Can I kiss you?"

The question was so gentle, so respectful, that it made my chest tight with emotion. When was the last time someone had asked permission? When had anyone cared more about my comfort than their own desire?

"Yes,"

I breathed, and then his mouth was on mine.

The kiss was everything I'd hoped for and more—warm and sweet and hungry, his tongue dancing with mine as his hands tangled in my wet hair. He tasted like salt and sunshine and pure masculine desire, and I found myself pressing closer, desperate for more contact.

When we broke apart, I was breathing hard, my body humming with need. Brian's hands were still moving on my skin, still building that delicious tension, and I could feel my pussy growing wet despite being surrounded by water.

"My turn."

Brian’s voice was rough with want.

I turned in his arms, my mouth finding his in a kiss that was different from Enzo's but equally devastating. Where Enzo was playful and teasing, Brian was controlled and intense, his tongue exploring my mouth with methodical thoroughness that made me whimper with need.

My hands found their cocks almost without conscious thought, fingers wrapping around their hard lengths as they pressed closer. They were both so thick, so warm in my palms, and the way they groaned against my mouth when I stroked them sent power racing through my veins.

"Pool steps,"

Brian gasped against my lips, and suddenly they were guiding me to the corner of the infinity pool where wide steps created a perfect perch. I found myself sprawled half in and half out of the water, my legs spread wide while they positioned themselves on either side of me.

The marble was warm against my back, heated by hours of Mediterranean sun, and I could feel every place where the water lapped against my skin. Brian settled beside me, his mouth finding mine again while his hand began a slow journey down my body. Enzo claimed my other side, his lips trailing over my collarbone before finding my breast.

"Just feel.”

Brian’s fingers traced circles on my stomach.

"Don't think, don't analyze. Just let us take care of you."

When his fingers slipped between my thighs, my hips shot off the steps. The sensation was electric, overwhelming, different from anything I'd experienced before. Maybe it was the setting, maybe it was having two men focused entirely on my pleasure, or maybe it was that I was finally allowing myself to feel without the weight of expectation and performance anxiety.

"You're so wet."

Brian explored my folds with careful attention.

"So ready for us."

Enzo's mouth closed around my nipple, and I arched off the steps with a cry that echoed across the cabana. My hands tightened around their cocks, stroking with increasing desperation as they built the tension higher and higher.

Brian’s fingers slipped inside me, two thick digits that stretched me in the most delicious way. His every movement was calculated, methodical, like he was mapping the geography of my body with scientific attention to detail.

He curved his hand, pressing against spots that made my back arch off the warm marble steps, and I could feel my pussy clenching around him with desperate hunger.

Enzo lifted his head from my nipple.

"That's it. Look at how you're responding to us. Your body knows what it wants, so make sure to tell us what feels good."

His mouth moved to my other nipple, sucking and biting with enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain, sending shockwaves straight to my core. The combination of Brian's skilled fingers and Enzo's talented mouth was overwhelming, more intense than anything I'd ever experienced. I could feel my usual walls crumbling, the careful control I maintained over every aspect of my life dissolving under their patient, determined attention.

"You're so soft,"

Brian said.

"So perfect around my fingers. I can feel how much you want this."

He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and I couldn't hold back the cry that tore from my throat. The sound echoed across the private cabana, raw and desperate and uninhibited. I'd never made sounds like that before, never allowed myself to be so vocal, so vulnerable.

Enzo's free hand slid down my body, fingers tracing teasing patterns on my inner thighs while his mouth continued its assault on my breasts.

"Listen to yourself. You're so fucking responsive. And I think you like things a little naughty, don’t you? Skinny dipping outside, where anyone could hear the sounds of us fucking."

Brian's pace increased, his fingers working inside me with devastating precision while his thumb found my clit. The dual stimulation sent electricity racing through my nerves, and I could feel something building inside me—something bigger and more intense than anything I'd ever experienced alone with my vibrator.

"I can feel you getting close.”

Brian’s voice had taken on that commanding tone that made me want to obey him in every way possible.

"Your pussy's getting tighter, your breathing's changing. You're going to come for us, aren't you?"

I tried to answer, tried to form words, but all that came out was a broken whimper. My hands fisted in their hair, holding them closer, desperate for more contact, more pressure, more everything. I was whimpering, begging, crying out with need. I wanted them to fuck me, to shove their cocks inside me and ride me hard, and I had never wanted that so desperately, but I tried to be patient, to let them work their magic together.

"Let go for us, Gem,"

Brian commanded, his free hand gripping my jaw to make me look at him. His blue eyes were dark with desire behind his glasses, and I could see my own desperation reflected in them.

"Show us how good we make you feel."

His fingers found some spot deep inside me that made my entire body convulse, and suddenly I was flying apart in ways I'd never imagined possible. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing through me so intensely that I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but ride the incredible sensations that seemed to go on forever.

My cries echoed across the cabana, raw and primal and beyond my control. My back arched off the marble steps, my thighs trembling as Brian's fingers continued their relentless assault, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. I could feel my pussy clenching around him rhythmically, could feel wetness flooding between my legs that had nothing to do with the pool water.

"Holy shit,"

I gasped when I could finally speak again, my voice hoarse from screaming.

"I've never... that was..."

"Beautiful.”

Brian’s eyes were filled with awe.

"You're absolutely beautiful when you come."

Enzo's mouth found mine, kissing me deeply while his hands stroked soothing patterns on my skin.

"That's what you've been missing,"

he murmured against my lips.

"That's what it's supposed to feel like."

I was trembling in their arms, my body still aftershocking from the intensity of my release. They held me securely in the water, Brian's arm around my waist while Enzo's fingers combed through my wet hair, both of them focused on my comfort and recovery.

I could feel their cocks, still hard and demanding against my thighs, and suddenly I was overcome with the need to return the favor. These two incredible men had given me the most intense pleasure of my life, and I wanted to do the same for them.

"Your turn.”

I reached for them, wrapping my fingers around their thick lengths, one in each palm, and I marveled at how different they felt—Brian longer and thicker, Enzo with a curve that made my mouth water.

They both groaned at my touch, their hips jerking forward instinctively. I began to stroke them with increasing confidence, coaxing them to move closer under the water and pressing their shafts together.

The slick slide of water and their pre-cum was all the lubrication I needed. Brian's breathing grew harsh, his head falling back as I wrapped my hands around both of them. Enzo's hips moved in rhythm, fucking Brian’s cock and my clasped hands.

"Fuck, Gem,"

Enzo gasped, his mouth finding my neck.

"Your hands feel incredible."

Brian's lips crashed into mine, his kiss desperate and hungry as I worked them both toward their release. I could feel them getting closer, could feel the way their cocks swelled in my grasp, could hear the way their breathing became more ragged.

"Together,"

I whispered against Brian's mouth, increasing my pace.

"I want you both to come together. Against each other."

The words seemed to push them over the edge. Brian came first, his cock pulsing in my hand as he spilled himself into my fist, his cum coating Enzo’s cock. Enzo followed seconds later, his own release coating my fingers as he buried his face in my neck.

We stayed like that for long moments, the three of us entwined on the pool steps, our bodies still humming with satisfaction. The Mediterranean sun continued to beat down on us, and I could hear the distant sound of other cruise passengers enjoying the beach, but our private cabana felt like its own little world.

Enzo’s smile was full of lazy contentment as he looked at me, left eyebrow raised.

“So. Still think you're impossible?"

I laughed, the sound bright and genuine and free of the careful control I usually maintained.

"I think I'm discovering that I just needed the right number of hands and mouths on my body."