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T he quiet whisper of air woke me as someone opened the bedroom door and quietly closed it again. I inhaled sharply and rolled over, blinking my bleary eyes at the dark figure striding towards the bed. The closer he got, the more my vision cleared. I tipped my face up as Dex reached the bed and sat down to pull off his shoes.

Despite the coldness of the room that kept the rest of me securely under the covers, I reached my hand out and touched his thigh. He didn't jump at my soft touch, but he did drop his second shoe to the floor before he looked at me. His gaze locked with mine. He didn't bother removing his clothes as he turned and fully climbed under the comforter to curl around me.

"Everything okay?" I asked around a yawn.

He shook his head and laid it against my shoulder, breathing in my scent. I paused and then reached up, running my hand through his dark hair.

"Do you want to talk?" I offered.

He shook his head again and just sighed, squeezing me tighter.

"You're scaring me, Dex." I had never seen him so unforthcoming. Yes, he was quiet. Yes, he could sometimes be introverted, but Dex was not one to avoid my questions. A sinking feeling took root in my chest. I sat up, pulling him with me, and leaned over to flick on the bedside lamp. Dex's face was solemn. I cupped his cheeks, staring up into his eyes, searching for something—an answer or even a hint as to what had obviously gone down between when he left and now.

"What happened?" I asked.

Dex didn't speak for a long time and then his lips parted and he breathed out a low breath. "Stephan saw you kissing one of the others," he whispered.

I blinked and leaned back. Dex's fingers flexed in the fabric of my sleep shirt, drawing me back. "I-I'm so sorry, Dex," I said. "I thought we were being careful."

Dex ducked his head and ran his nose up the side of my neck before sighing and resting his chin on my shoulder. He shook his head. "It's not your fault," he admitted. "It was a stupid request to make. I want you to know I didn't ever want to hide us."

"I know," I assured him. "We haven't told anyone else's parents—not even mine—yet."

"My mother is difficult to be around, I know that," Dex said. "Stephan had no clue, he thought you were cheating on me and he brought it up at dinner."

I cursed low, pulling away from the comfort of Dex's heat. "That's why he was acting weird at the pool today," I said. "He suspected—or I guess … he knew it then. Why didn't he just try to call me out alone?"

"Stephan isn't like that," Dex said, a darkness to his gaze. "When I admitted that I knew you were seeing the others—told them it was an open relationship—"

"But it's not," I interrupted, glaring at him.

"No, it's not, but they wouldn't necessarily understand that I share you with three of my best friends."

I softened. "You're right, I'm sorry. I just—"

"It's okay," he replied. "This cruise has everyone on edge—some vacation it's turning out to be."

"It's not the cruise," I told him. "The cruise is fine. We're not always on edge, just..." I let the sentence trail off. I didn't necessarily want to admit that his family was the major issue. I bit my lip.

Dex scrubbed a hand down his face. "Fuck, I wish I'd never written this idea down," he said sharply, blowing out a breath.

I released my lip and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek until he turned and looked back at me and then I kissed his lips as well. "When we get to the island tomorrow, why don't we all go explore—just the five of us again. No family or other cruisers. Just us."

Dex's eyes were on my lips, a ravenous gleam in his gaze. "I like that idea," he admitted.

I giggled as his hands found my hips and he used his grip on them to pull me closer. "Dex," I laughed, "I'm serious."

"So am I," he said. "I'm so serious that I think you should hurry up and fall asleep so that you can be well rested for our trip to the islands tomorrow." I gasped as his hands found the bottom of my sleep shirt and jerked it over my head. "I know just how to help you fall asleep," he continued. "I'll just tire you out so that you can sleep soundly."

"Oh, is that what you're going to do? How magnanimous of you." I tried to sound sarcastic, but my voice came out breathy. I shuddered against him as he tossed my shirt away and yanked my chest against him. My nipples rubbed against the softness of his dress shirt.

"I'm a magnanimous kind of guy," he whispered as he leaned forward and claimed my mouth in a rush of fiery heat. I closed my eyes and groaned against him, losing myself in the kiss, letting it take me over.

Dex released my mouth and gave me a moment to breathe so that he could divest himself of his shirt. I couldn't wait, though. I reached for the top of his shirt and yanked, ripping the fabric and popping the buttons off as the shirt gaped open. He blinked at me as if surprised while my chest rose and fell, my cheeks flushing.

"You're just begging for a spanking, aren't you, Baby?" he asked as he slipped out of his shirt and tossed it away.

Wickedness filled me. "Not yet, I'm not."

He grinned and it struck me how much I fucking loved this man. I loved it when he smiled. When he was happy, I was happy. It was the same feeling I got when I saw Taylor or Darren or Cody smile. I couldn't believe my luck, really. Some women waited years to find one man, and I had found four .

"Baby?" Dex held his hand up and cupped my cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. "What's wrong?" His eyebrows bunched together as he frowned.

I laughed and shook my head. "Nothing," I promised. "I just love you."

Slowly, as if he wasn't quite sure if I was being honest or not, he started to smile—his lips tipping up at the corners, his eyebrows pulling apart and un-bunching. "I love you, too, Jamie. You know that, right?"

"I know." I tipped my face up, begging for a kiss, and even though I knew he was about to make an awful mess of me, Dex caved and pressed a kiss to my lips. He slipped his tongue inside and stroked mine. Behind my closed eyes, I could feel fireworks bursting. I loved it. I loved him. I was beginning to think I would always love him and the others. There was nothing that could break us.

"Now," Dex said, drawing back to look down at me. His hand slid from my cheek to my neck, which he circled and held firmly. "What have I told you about wearing panties?"

My eyes widened as his other hand moved down and found the evidence of fabric between my legs. He pushed his fingers against my crotch, rubbing hard enough to make me tighten.

"I-I thought you liked it when I wore your gifts?" I replied shakily.

His expression turned decidedly devilish. "Not right now, I don't," he answered, gripping them and snapping one side of the thin fabric before reaching for the other and doing the same. I jumped and bit my lip as wetness leaked from my core. "Spread them," he ordered.

My lips parted as I tried to draw in more air. I lifted one leg and slid it over his thigh before doing the same with the other as he sat before me on his knees, his hand still on my neck. He squeezed lightly and my core spasmed. I whimpered.

"Hmmmm. You like it when I hold you like this, don't you, Baby?" I closed my eyes, heat sliding across my cheeks. He released my neck and my eyes popped open. "Answer me," he commanded. In stilted movements, I nodded. "With words," he snapped.

"Yes, sir."

His hand returned to my throat, and I sighed my pleasure. "Good girl." His fingers returned to my core and stroked up and down, teasing. Involuntarily, my hips lifted towards his movements. I tried to wiggle and squirm and spread my legs as wide as I could—anything to get him to touch where I needed him most. I wanted his hand on my clit, his fingers circling the bundle of nerves and driving me insane. But no matter how hard I twisted against him, he avoided it, all the while sending me amused glances.

"You're so pretty down here, Jamie. So fucking pretty." I gasped as his fingers finally— finally!— latched onto my clit. He squeezed it lightly—with the same amount of pressure he was currently holding my throat. "You know, I was talking to Darren the other day and he was telling me how much he fucking misses this pussy of yours."

"I-I—" I stuttered as he pinched my clit again.

"Oh, were you trying to say something?" He leaned closer, turning his head.

"I— oh fuck !" I screamed as he clamped down on my clit harder than before. My legs spasmed and jerked and I groaned, rolling my hips. I writhed against him, my eyes begging. My lips parted in both shock and want. "Please..."

"Baby, I can't understand you if you don't finish your sentence."

I sent him a pleading look. "Dex, I just—" I stopped gritting my teeth as Dex abandoned my clit and, in a quick motion, tilted my hips up using their position on his thighs and shoved a finger up my asshole. Sure, it was lubricated somewhat by my own wetness, but it was so sudden that I tightened up all over.

"What do you fucking call me when we're in bed?" he asked lightly. He could've been asking for the weather for all his tone gave away.

"Sir!" I gasped. "Sir, I call you sir. I'm sorry, sir. Fuck, sir."

"Yes, you'll do that soon enough," he replied, drawing his finger out of my forbidden hole and then slowly sliding it back in. Desire churned in an inferno, pooling low in my stomach. I could feel myself reaching for the edge and he hadn't even entered my pussy yet.

"What do you want, Baby?" Dex asked, leaning close so that he breathed the question against my lips.

"Y-you," I whimpered. "I want you."

"My what?"

"Your cock," I begged. "Please sir, can I have your cock? Will you give me your cock?" Dex loved his dirty talk and I'd grown to love it too. Every time the word 'cock' came out of my mouth, I could see the reaction in him. The dilation of his eyes. The curve of a grin at the corner of his lips. The tightening of his muscles.

"Where do you want it?" He pulled his finger out and slid it up towards my pussy. I clamped down on it with a moan the moment he entered me. "Tell me where you want me to put my cock, Baby," he ordered.

"M-my pussy, sir. Please. In my pussy. Will you please fuck my pussy?" I didn't care how wanton I sounded. I was so turned on—so fucking horny—I would have crawled on the ground for him. It wasn't like I hadn't done it before.

"Hmmmmm." Dex's hum drew a frustrated growl out of me and he withdrew his finger from my pussy, causing me to whimper again. I shifted my hips. "You aren't being very good tonight," he replied. "Only good girls get my cock in their pussies."

"Please," I whispered. "I can be good. I can be your good girl. Please, sir. Please fuck my pussy."

"No, I don't think you can be a good girl for me tonight, Jamie. You growl at me, you squirm against me, it takes you longer to answer me appropriately. You wore panties. You ripped my shirt." He shot me a dark look full of amusement that let me know he wasn't really angry. He was playing. I loved it. I loved him.

"I think you know you're being a bad girl, Baby," he said. "You know where bad girls get my cock?"

Dex unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his slacks and slid his cock out. I stared down at it, hungry—fucking ravenous—for it, for him. I moaned as he stroked a hand up and down the length of him and licked my lips.

"No, no, not their mouth, Jamie," he said enticingly.

Not my pussy. Not my mouth. "M-my asshole?" The entrance in question clenched at the thought. I hadn't taken a cock up my ass in a little while. It would be a tight fit.

He grinned. "Oh, yes, Baby. You're gonna take my cock up your pretty little asshole tonight. You're gonna let me fuck your dark hole like a bad girl. Now, take your legs," he commanded as he released my throat. I shuddered, but did as he had ordered, taking my legs and holding them up as he backed off the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. My thighs trembled with anticipation. Dex stepped up to the dresser and reached into a bag on top that I hadn't seen before.

"I knew at some point you were gonna be naughty, Baby," he said, eyes never leaving me as I held myself open for his gaze. From the way I was positioned, I knew he could see how wet I'd gotten from all his dirty talk. I could feel that same wetness dribble down to my asshole which was exposed to his gaze. "I knew you were going to be bad so I brought some stuff with me. Everything I need to teach my precious Baby a lesson. Is that what you want, Jamie? You want me to teach you a lesson?"

I nodded quickly, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as Dex crawled back on the bed with a small tube of lube in his hand and something else that he kept covered with his fist. But when that lube got closer, I focused on it, forgetting all about whatever he held in his other hand. I knew from experience that a little could go a long way. He dribbled some on the end of his cock and then on his hand and slicked it up the rest of the way before tossing the lube to the side. My bottom hole tightened and released, waiting, wanting.

"Tilt your hips up." I did so and Dex shoved a pillow under my ass. I trembled as he neared. Dex smiled down at me. "God, I love you," he whispered, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my clit—one that almost sent me over the edge. "Ah, ah, ah," he said, pulling back. "Can't have you coming too soon."

"Sir..." I gasped. I squirmed. I felt my pussy clench. I needed something to fill me. It didn't matter if it filled me there or if it went lower. "Please."

"You want something in your pussy, Baby?" he asked.

I nodded roughly, not caring that he'd already expressed how he was going to take me tonight. Dex hummed in the back of his throat. "But I told you I wanted your ass," he said. "I meant that."

Then take me! I silently screamed.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he chuckled. "Not to worry, though," he continued pulling his hidden gift around and showing it to me. It looked like a little pink egg. I tilted my head to the side confused. "Here," he said. "Let me..." He reached down and pushed it into my pussy and I gasped at the foreign sensation of a small little round object in my pussy. "Hold it in there," he snapped when it nearly slipped out among all of my wetness. "Clench your muscles if you have to, but do not lose this," he ordered.

It was hard, but I nodded and clamped my inner muscles around the foreign device. "Will..." I panted, finding it hard to talk. "Will you take my ass now, sir?"

"You want me to fuck your ass, Jamie?"

I nodded. "Please."

"Beg me."

"Please, sir," I whimpered, holding my legs open even wider, inviting him in, knowing that I looked like a dirty little girl. "Please fuck my tiny asshole. Please make me come."

Dex stroked his cock and moved forward, gripping my thighs, somehow spreading me even wider with his own hips as he slid right between my legs. With his cock aimed at my asshole, he looked down at me. "Breathe, Baby," he reminded me. "Relax and let me in."

I breathed, drawing in breath after breath and releasing each one on slow exhales until the head touched my asshole. I tilted my head back and my hips up even further as he pressed inward. The burn was so good, so delicious, so hot—I had to blink my eyes and bite down hard on my lower lip to ward off the orgasm threatening to tear me apart. It was hard with the little egg he'd slid inside of me. I was constantly aware of it shifting inside of my pussy as he pushed into my asshole.

"Almost there," he promised as he slid the rest of the way home. "There you go, Baby. Now, what do you say?"

"Thank you," I said, breathless. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Dex rocked into me, filling me with his length and at the same exact moment, I felt the little egg in my pussy vibrate to life. I squealed, my fingers digging into my legs as I ripped my gaze to his face. Dex grinned and held up a square remote I hadn't noticed before. "Thought you might enjoy a little bit of extra stimulation, bad girl," he said.

I did. Holy fuck, did I.

Rockets of light shot up my spine, leaving a trail of glittering, fiery, lustful stardust in their wake. I was so full and so close to coming, I could taste it on my tongue.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, Baby." Dex's groan pushed me closer. The vibrations in my pussy were driving me insane even as his cock pulsed in my dark channel. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to disappoint him by coming too soon. He pulled out and pushed forward, fucking my ass in slow, deliberate strokes.

I groaned as his hands moved to my hips and clenched against my skin. I could feel my release building like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under and drown me. "Dex." I gasped his name, a warning, a plea. He didn't rebuke me this time, merely slid one hand from my hip to my core. His fingers brushed across my pussy, reaching for my clit, and I shivered.

"Open your eyes," he commanded.

It was a struggle to do so, but I did. I cracked them open and met his electrifying gaze just as his fingers pressed down against my clit and rubbed hard and fast. "Come," he said. And I did.

I screamed my release as I clamped down on him and the little vibrating egg inside of me. Dex pounded into my asshole, pulling out and thrusting back in all the way to the end. I didn't know how I kept the toy inside because the next thing I knew, my pussy was flooded, leaking wetly between us. My cheeks flamed as he groaned and stilled, pouring himself into me. I could see the fine tremors wrack his body as he held himself over me. When he was done, his eyes slid open again and met mine.

"I love you," he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my lips.

"I love you, too," I promised, panting. "Now can you please take out the egg thingy—or I swear I'm gonna lose it."

With a chuckle, Dex nodded and reached down to help me. Nothing said love like fucking your girlfriend in the ass and shoving a toy up her pussy.