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That thought is confirmed when I open my eyes and see Oz’s face above me, stern with lust. He bends his head, kissing me deeply, and then his hands come around my breasts from behind, to play and pluck at my nipples and offer me up to Cope’s mouth for further savoring.

It feels so good, sandwiched between them like this. But I want more. I can’t ignore the desire stirring within me for the others around us. Remi, I know, will likely do no more than sit back and watch. He likes his sex one on one. But what about the others…?

As if sensing my thoughts, Jesse joins us in the water, easing carefully in from the side. Oscar lifts his head, and with a small nod, backs away slightly to give him some room. Jesse turns me to face him, moving me out of Cope’s grip, and after a brief, hard kiss, pulls me into a floating position on the water’s surface. He moves to stand between my legs, easing my hips around him to anchor us together.

For a moment, there’s just Jesse. His hands gliding up my legs, stroking the outsides of my thighs and the line of my torso…inward to make the flesh of my stomach leap and tremble on a path to my breasts. He circles them almost reverently, plucking at my nipples, then reverses direction, trailing the pads of his fingers back down the center of my body until they reach the vee of my legs and stroke lightly over my bikini bottoms.

I close my eyes, trembling, as Cope and Oscar pick up where Jesse left off. Cope moves to my side and takes a breast in his mouth, and then I feel another mouth on the other, lips tugging and suckling until I’m nothing but a sharp ache of want spiraling down my center.

It’s reminiscent of the table game we played, but different in that I can open my eyes and see exactly who’s doing what to my body. I keep them closed, though, wanting to savor each distinct sensation.

Jesse’s hands make short work of my bikini bottoms, untying their convenient strings at either hip, and then his fingers are spreading my pussy lips, two pumping deeply into me before he moves back, fastens his hands on my ass and lifts me slightly. His mouth fastens on my clit and sucks hard. I jerk in the water, my breath soughing in and out, but Oscar and Cope hold me aloft.

Hands touch me everywhere, lighting fires everywhere they trail. I come on Jesse’s mouth in under a minute, opening my eyes to see Oliver beside me now and Remi sitting on the side of the pool, avid interest in his gaze.

He may not want to join in, but he sure as hell likes to watch.

Jesse pulls me to him, walking us up the incline of the pool floor until my hips are level with his own. He spreads one hand on my torso, just beneath my breasts, and leaves the other in a secure grip on my hip. His gaze bores into me, asking a question I answer with a short, fierce nod.

Yes.

The tip of his cock nudges into my pussy in a shallow stroke before he pulls me onto him in a single, sharp thrust.

I bow upward with a garbled curse, and Jesse holds himself rigidly within me, waiting while I soften around him. Water is not the best lubricator, and Jesse is big, but the pain he fills me with is such an exquisite kind of hurt…looking up at him, I smile with genuine pleasure. Jesse begins to move, his movements setting off tiny sparks of pleasure with each brush against my clit.

Beside me, Cope breathes a muffled exclamation. “Holy fuck…look at you taking that cock, baby. So fucking pretty.”

A moment later, Oz turns my face toward him, his own cock right beside me and demanding my attention. I part my lips and he surges into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. His eyes glitter down at me in the pool lights as he fucks my face, and Jesse fucks my pussy, Cope’s voice a low murmur in my ear the entire time.

Their touch…their attention…this entire encounter…ignites a frenzy within me. I feel another orgasm building, rippling outward at the same time that Jesse’s rhythm hitches and then he stiffens and comes, gripping my hips with bruising fingers as he pulses his completion against me. As he pulls out, Oliver takes his place, sliding into me possessively and riding me to a second release.

I ought to be ashamed, I think, as Oz comes with a growl of satisfaction, sending his cum spurting down my throat in hot jets. Shouldn’t I? It’s hedonistic. Self-indulgent. Decadent…I’m a glutton for these men.

I know, though, as Cope lifts my languid upper torso up against Oliver and fits himself against the crevice of my ass, that I’ll never be ashamed of anything I do with them. My body is theirs, and their bodies belong to me. We’ll be each other’s playthings, but never anyone else’s. I belong to them, on a level I can’t even wrap my head around.

Not now, anyway.

“You remember what I told you I was going to do one day?” Cope is asking. I tilt my head back, giving Oliver unfettered access to my chest and meeting Cope’s eyes. I nod. I remember. “You ready for this, baby girl?”

“So ready,” I murmur.

There’s some adjusting, but it’s apparent to me that they’ve done this kind of thing before. Oliver shifts a few steps to lean against the wall, putting my body at a slight angle, and Cope positions himself behind me. His fingers feather down my cleft, making me shudder before he presses a single digit to my puckered rosette, massaging gently before carefully pressing in with first one finger, then two.

They’re slightly slick, and I realize that at some point, he took the time to find some lube.

Thank God.

I can feel the stretch and burn, especially with Oliver already taking up so much space inside me, but the pinch just fuels my lust, the edge of pain blooming into a dark pleasure that I’m desperate to explore.

Cope scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me to readiness for the penetration of his much larger cock. When he withdraws his fingers, I feel curiously bereft, but I don’t have time to dwell on that before I feel his pulsing shaft nudge my anus.

“Try to relax and push back. It will make things easier,” he whispers, taking a nip at my earlobe.

I consciously relax myself as he slowly pushes forward, inexorably stretching me until he’s seated deep within my body. I feel so full with the two of them inside me, the sensation startling and different but not completely uncomfortable.

My heart feels full, too.

Then Oliver moves from the front, and sparks become fireworks within me.