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Closing Performance

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shower was needed, yet the shower Liam wanted to visit was closed off to him. Once he finished taking his pictures, he lauded the women who’d made him so, so unbelievably happy this night. They happily basked in his love for a time, ending only once Anna mentioned showering. Victoria, eyeing Liam’s exhausted cock, had agreed that now was a good time to take one.

“No, you have to stay indoors,” Victoria said, stopping him from walking out onto the deck with them.

He furrowed his brow. “That is absolutely not happening.”

“It is,” Victoria, professor, said, growing more commanding, more like the self she presented to the world. “If you want to be between us when we sleep afterward, you’ll do as I say.”

He listened. He complained, but he listened. Entering a shower he hadn’t used since… well, since he’d fucked Tess in it, he turned on the water and let his fatigued muscles accept the bounty of warmth tumbling onto his head. Eyes shut, head directly under the downpour, he marveled at the evening he’d experienced.

Technically, he hadn’t gone until he was completely drained; four times in a day wasn’t his limit, even if three of those times happened in rapid succession. Indeed, he felt some of his strength and libido coming back as he lathered himself with body wash. Rather than focus on that, he turned his mind toward a different problem.

Was tomorrow Victoria’s birthday? He still had so little to go on. Was Avril lying about why they couldn’t visit Yawini Island tomorrow? The ideal birthday gift to Victoria would undoubtedly be a day spent with friends—more than friends, now—on an isolated island, so if the final day was her birthday, then everything had worked out. Avril usually got things to work out. So, then maybe it was more likely that the seventh day was Victoria’s birthday.

Liam liked that logic. He liked it a lot. He liked it enough that as he dried off, he chose to trust that Victoria’s birthday wasn’t exactly thirty-seven minutes away. He wouldn’t end up wincing painfully as someone else wished her a happy birthday before he did. And therefore, he wouldn’t miss out on a chance to fuck her before they headed home.

He was in bed a few minutes before Anna and Victoria. Their shower had gone on so long, he’d even gone out and collected everything left on the deck. With nothing left to do but wait, he’d plumped his pillow, slipped under the sheets, and began admiring the newly acquired photos on his phone. That, of course, didn’t help him keep his rising libido docile.

Anna and Victoria returned, though they stopped off in the bathroom long enough to grab some unique-looking towels, which he’d seen before in Tess’s bathroom—and obviously, he’d seen Victoria wear them several times on this trip. Wearing them on their heads like turbans, the women wore nothing else as they appeared in the doorway.

“All ready for bed, I see,” Victoria said.

“Just waiting for the most beautiful daughters of the sultan to come join me,” he said.

Victoria rolled her eyes, but Anna smiled at least.

They didn’t need much longer before their hair was dry enough to remove those towels, then slip in beside him. Anna was first, and Liam eagerly drew her into his arms. She came to him with a brilliant smile, completely unbothered that Victoria was watching as they made out. Anna’s fingertips traced his skin, rushed through his hair. He absorbed her warmth, hands roaming across her skin. She was as smooth, soft, and warm as silk sitting under a sunbeam.

He and Anna shared smiles as their lips separated. Their giddiness melded, then multiplied. There was joy, there was desire, and, perhaps most importantly, there was comfort. Between them, allowing them to show their affection toward one another so easily, even with Victoria there. It wasn’t just a one-time spike, driven by Victoria’s earlier cleverness. A lock felt undone, dropped to the ground, discarded by those who kept on walking.

Because of that, they kept kissing one another, holding one another, and whispering sweet nothings to one another, even as Victoria finally climbed into bed. The only reason they stopped was so Liam could rotate a hundred and eighty degrees, stare lovingly at the other voluptuous woman in bed, and then repeat the process with her.

“Still so energetic,” Victoria whispered, craning her neck to let him access it.

“Exactly what you want,” Liam replied, kneading one of her breasts at the same time as he made his mark on her throat.

“You only have a few ideas of what I want,” Victoria said, running her hand down his upper arm. “Just you wait.”

Liam shivered with delight. A short while later, he was ideally placed between two of the most beautiful women on planet Earth. Anna seemed less interested in cuddling with Sammy than with him. Kissing both women, holding both women, he struggled to wind down and prepare for sleep, but the unparalleled joy rushing through him was easily preferable.

“Anna,” Victoria said, lifting her head enough to peer over his body and view the younger woman.

Anna did the same, connecting eyes with her professor. “Yes?”

“Any final thoughts for the day?”

Liam’s ears perked up, though mostly because he was wise to their showmanship. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this conversation was a repeat. Out in the shower, he was sure Victoria had checked with Anna and asked how she felt after the experiences they’d just shared. So, that made this second check-in a performance—and he was the only one in the audience.

“It was a lot of fun,” Anna said, eyes flickering toward his face. “I’m glad this was the reward you came up with.”

“I’m glad you two won,” Liam said honestly, wrapping his arms around their waists. They snuggled against him, pinning their perfect breasts against his sides. “Tonight was perfect.”

“Two more days to go,” Victoria said, kissing his skin. Anna imitated that, too, and both women worked their lips across his chest. “Including the day you’ll be alone with all four of us on Yawini Island.”

“I have some ideas for that day too,” Liam admitted. “Especially if it ends up being your birthday.”

Victoria’s eyes glinted. “Is that the day you’re deciding it will be?”

He nodded. “I’m hoping I’m right.”

“So am I,” Victoria said, still refusing to give him anything to work with. Still, he could forgive her, for a moment later, he received one final stunning gift to close out his night.

She and Anna kissed nearly the same spot on his chest, and then, eyes connecting, brought their lips together. Making out, their bodies pinned against him, they threaded their fingers with his beneath the cover.

And once they were done, he spent far, far longer kissing them both.