Page 83 of Pervade Montego Bay

I felt like I was going to die from pleasure, with Xavier licking my pussy and feeling each delicious thrust from having James inside me, the fullness almost overwhelming.

All I could do was rest the back of my head on his chest and let him take me.

“Oh, please, don’t stop,” I keened.

“How does your cunt feel?” asked James.

“Amazing.” I was so close to coming it was making me dizzy, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I was going to do everything within my power to heal the fracture in our relationship. Reassure James that what we had was rare and wonderous and everything they both deserved. EverythingIdeserved, too.

My thoughts scattered as I felt a rush of blood to my head.

My orgasm detonated and I squeezed my eyes shut to endure the blinding pleasure. I lost all sense of time and place—all that was left was calmness, a sense of belonging, an awareness of loving them entirely and being loved back.

Coming down from my high, I wanted them to feel the same rush they’d given me. “I want to watch…”

We all moved to accommodate my request, which was to have James kneeling up on the bed and Xavier leaning low between James’ thighs. Xavier went down on him with verve, his mouth enveloping him, bobbing his head to deliver tantalizing oral sex to James. The way he sucked was exquisite to watch.

James brushed his fingers through Xavier’s hair as he looked down at him with affection. Xavier deep-throated him with refined skill as he stared up into his eyes.

I slid off the bed and went over to look for the bottle of lube. With the ointment lavishly smothered over two fingers, I reached behind James and smeared it over his ass. He didn’t protest.

Slowly, I slid two fingers into James’ puckered ass and watched his expression turn to bliss as the sensations of my finger-fucking flooded through him, complimented by Xavier sucking him off with an insistent mouth.

This was me respecting their shared history, proving I could stand by and give them the time together they craved.

I wanted to thrive as a selfless lover, grow into a woman who was there for them, like they’d been there for me.

“You like that?” I whispered to James.

“God, yes.” He gripped Xavier’s hair and his body rocked with the blissful rush that surged through him.

I moved closer so I could whisper into his ear. “This is what we are. Don’t fight it, James.”

He opened his eyes, that sadness returning for a second before he looked away.

“What do you want?” I asked softly. “What do you need?”

“I need you to be okay, Em.”

“Thismakes me okay.” Kneeling, I dipped between James’ thighs and joined Xavier in lavishing affection on James. Cupping his balls with a gentle hand, I licked the tip of his purple head, running my fingertips along the ridges and sliding down along his girth until I grasped the base. I let Xavier’s mouth engulf James’ cock once more and together we savored every inch of this man’s hardness.

This was us trying to push his pain aside, trying to show how much we loved him, and we wanted nothing more than to see him healed.

It was my turn to go looking for something to tie hands with…

I came back to them and confidently demanded Xavier place his hands behind his back. He relented and I used one of the neckties to secure his hands behind him.

James smirked until he realized I was going to do the same to him.

“Hands behind your back,” I demanded.

James obeyed, moving his wrists so that they came together behind his lower back. I restrained him with the other necktie, tying it in a tight knot so he couldn’t escape.

“That’s a first,” said Xavier.

Now I knew that no one before me had ever managed to restrain the great James Ballad in this way.