Page 63 of Right Side of Paradise

Birthday With a View

It rained on my birthday.

Not the random afternoon showers that usually popped up all over the island during summer either. It was raining sheets from the time we woke up that morning. We couldn’t even sit on the balcony because it was coming down sideways.

Around noon, the event staff called it, and the street art festival we were supposed to go to was postponed indefinitely.

Now I was stuck in the house with my favorite people to do nothing with.

And a simple game of Uno around the kitchen table had turned into a competition I planned to lose.

After Christian won the first two hands, Rico stopped mid shuffle before the third game and tossed out strip Uno to make it interesting.

So here we were, back in our spots after a ten-minute break to put on—or take off—more clothes before we started.

“I didn’t know you owned that many clothes,” Christian mused, eyeing the thick mountain of clothes swallowing Harlow’s small frame. Her clothes weighed more than she did right now, and I let out a snort of laughter.

“I don’t.” She stared at him, lips twitching. “I got half of these clothes from your room.”

In the silence that followed, Rico’s freaky ass walked in the kitchen wearing his boxers and an indulgent smirk.

Picking up the blunt from the ash tray in the middle of the table, he sat down at the head and started shuffling the cards again.

Aside from me, Christian was the only one who hadn’t changed anything. And the gray sweats he had on had my eyes lingering at his inner thigh until he plucked the blunt dangling from Rico’s lips and took a pull.

Holding the back of Rico’s head, he leaned down and blew a shotgun past his slightly parted lips.

Harlow’s sharp inhale said everything I couldn’t.

Watching Rico forget what he was doing to chase another brush of their lips was almost as intoxicating as watching Christian pepper kisses on his face before he sat down and passed me the blunt.

“That’s all you, birthday boy.”

If I faced the rest of this blunt alone, I’d be too stuck to finish this game. So, I ashed it and slid Harlow’s cards to her before picking up mine.

Rico placed the rest of the deck in the center of the table and slid his stare over us, one by one.

“Let me go over the rules before we start because I don’t want none of y’all to act like you don’t know what’s going on.”

Christian snickered and sat back, staring at me with hooded eyes.

Harlow bit her lip and held eye contact with Rico as he went through the rules I knew he just made up.

“Forget to say uno, strip. For Draw 2 and Draw 4, that’s how many things you gotta take off if you don’t wanna pick up the cards.”

Throats cleared around the table, and I could see Christian’s high ass trying to catalog the rules in his head.

“Wild cards mean the person can pick the color and who they want to take something off that matches that color.”

“Christian has on gray and white; he’ll never have to take anything off,” Harlow grumbled under her breath.

Christian was faded, but he heard that and tore his eyes from me to give her a languid smile. “You see me naked every day, sweetheart. But if you want me to strip for you?—”

Rico cleared his throat and projected his voice over theirs.

“Reverse cards mean you can put something back on. If you have a Skip when it’s time for you to do something, you can throw it down and make the person next to you do it.”

“The color doesn’t matter?” Harlow asked.

“The color doesn’t matter,” he confirmed with a tilt of his head. “Y’all ready?”

Everybody nodded, but I knew damn well none of us were sober enough to remember what he said.

“Bet. Soul, you first.”

I flipped the first card over. Green 1. I dropped a blue 1 and waited to see what Harlow would put down.

She added a blue 7 and flicked her gaze to Chris.

He tossed out a blue 5.

Then Rico topped the pile with a wild card. “The color is red. Soul, take off your shorts.”

My shorts weren’t red, but I was in the mood to do whatever he said. And the weight of his stare stayed on me as I stood and tugged my very tan shorts down until they were a pool at my feet.

Harlow didn’t try to hide that she was staring at my dick print until I sat down and she dipped her head with a subtle curve of her lips.

I didn’t have a red to put down, so I drew a card and watched dazedly as the game went on. On my next turn, I stared at the red 8 on top of the pile and added a draw 2.

“Yellow,” I said, already glancing at Harlow. “Draw two or take off two of those shirts, Harley baby.”

“Damn, how many you got on?” Rico wondered aloud when her cards were face down and her hands were above her head, pulling two shirts off at the same time.

Lips pursed, she placed a yellow 9 on top and looked at Christian.

I couldn’t prove it, but I was starting to think Rico had split all the wild cards between me and him when he hit us with a draw 4 on his next go and looked at me.

Including my watch, there weren’t four things left on my body. I told him that and his focus shifted to Christian. “That’s fine. You take off three and Christian takes off his shirt.”

“ Oh . So, we just making up new rules as we go.” Harlow dropped her cards and waited for me to concede with a little arch of her brow.

Tongue pressed against my cheek, I studied my cards. I could pick up four or I could give Rico what he wanted.

I gave Rico what he wanted.

But before Christian could lift his shirt, I flashed Rico a look and said, “I’ll take off everything but the watch. But you take off your boxers and Christian still takes off his shirt.”

“What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets,” Rico conceded, winking at me. He stood up and held my eyes until his dick smacked his thigh. He was half hard already, and my mouth ran dry. “Your turn, Soul.”

Still seated, I yanked off my shirt. It joined the growing pile on the floor before I stood up, ready to keep the rest of my promise.

“Wait!” Harlow called out. “Come here, Soul. I want to take them off you.”

“Oh, shit,” Rico hissed when I stopped beside her chair.

She worked her fingers under the band of my briefs and looked up at me, her expression imploring and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

Eyes trained on me, she lowered my briefs unhurriedly and sucked in a breath when my erection was aimed at her pretty mouth.

She licked her lips and sat back in her chair as I stepped out of the briefs.

Fucking tease.

Picking up a shirt, I placed it on my chair and sat down, passing Rico one to do the same.

Then everybody’s eyes fell on Christian. The reveal of his broad chest and thick waist pulled a collective— appreciative —groan out of all of us.

He looked at us like he didn’t know he was fine as fuck and gathered his cards again.

We kept playing but my erection was making it harder to focus. Harlow came out of two pairs of pants and another shirt, leaving her in her bra and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. Rico got down to Uno but forgot to call it.

“How you forget your own rules?” Harlow teased.

He palmed his slack jaw but didn’t look contrite. “Man, I’m distracted as fuck. I ain’t got shit else to take off anyway.”

“I know how you can even the score.”

“How?” There was an edge of rawness in his voice that had my stiff dick straining against the air.

He really sounded like he wanted to make it up to us.

“Birthday boy gets to choose.” Harlow fluttered her lashes at me. “So what do you want, Soul?”

“I want Rico to suck Christian’s dick while I fuck Harley on this table.”

The rain hitting the windows was the only thing we could hear before Rico’s chair skidded over the tile floor.

His dick bounced with all four steps he took to get to Christian. Their lips met and then Rico was on his knees, glancing up at Christian with a smug look. “Let’s give Soul what he wants.”

I almost let the rise and fall of Harlow’s chest hypnotize me, until I realized I was watching her watch the m when I could have been in her pussy and watching them instead.

I grabbed her up and sat her on the table. The scrap of fabric she called panties was sticking to her center when I pushed them to the side. Her hitched breath chased a moan when two shallow thrusts turned into me being as deep as I could go.

“I love you,” I confessed, pulling her head to my chest.

Gibberish and rasping sounds touched my skin when I left her warmth and knocked the wind out of her with my next deep stroke.

Over her shoulder, my eyes hadn’t left Rico’s head bobbing in Christian’s lap. Or the way Chris was holding Rico’s head down to make him gag on his dick.

Harlow locked her legs around my hips and clenched her sex around me, making it harder and harder for me to pull out.

I stopped trying. I rutted against her and held her hips so she wouldn’t slide across the table.

She got used to the frenetic rhythm.

Slowly, but vocally.

Moaning and gasping. Gripping me like my dick owed her something.

Behind her, Christian colored the air with a chorus of “ Ah, shits .”

When Rico’s slurping joined the mix, she lifted her head, and flicked her tongue over my nipple.

My hips stuttered, but I didn’t stop.

“Tell me how good I feel.” She trailed her lips over my chest and sucked my other nipple into her mouth.

I didn’t know how but her grip on me tightened like a vise. She wasn’t letting me go until I told her what she wanted to hear.

“Tell me, Soul.”

There was something seductively enchanting about her eyes on me because I did what she told me to do, praising her without hesitation.

“I love being in this pussy, Harley.”

Humming against my pec, she lapped her tongue around my nipple and let her teeth graze the tightened peak. “You love coming in this pussy, don’t you?”

“ Har…ley .”

“Tell Rico he’s doing a good job.” Her nails raked down my back.

My breaths couldn’t come quickly enough. I was losing control and this woman I loved more than any fucking thing was to blame.

“Tell him, baby. Tell him how good he looks sucking Chris’ dick like you told him to.”

I didn’t tell him how good he was doing.

I thought it.

Felt it too.

But when I opened my mouth, I heard my ragged voice beg them to come closer.

Their bodies were a blur of movements but came into focus when Chris sat down in the chair I’d been using, and Rico took up the space between his legs like it was second nature.

Harlow smiled at me and out of everything she’d done to me up until this point, I didn’t know why that had me coming.

Those dimples .

Those fucking dimples and that possessive gleam in her eye. She knew what she was doing to me.

I shot off inside of her, but there was more when I pulled out. So much more. A grunt turned into a string of curses as I let my cum cover her mound. Bending over, I hid my face in her neck and jerked against her until I was empty. Really empty.

Then my thumb landed on her clit through the mess of my release and her wetness.

She was slick.

Ready to come for me.

And I didn’t stop until she lost that bravado and her face crumpled into an agonized pout.

She was on the brink.

Her legs trembled, falling from my waist.

Choking on her moans, she wined her hips and came so hard for me.

Christian was right behind her. His hips jerked up at the loss of Rico’s suction around him and he groaned through his climax.

On his knees, Rico stroked his dick with Christian’s cum on his chin.

Everybody was spent. Satisfied. Except him. And I needed to fix that.

“Come here, Rico.” He was up and letting me kiss him before I could finish.

“I love you,” he panted, desperate kisses and fevered touches lighting my skin on fire like I hadn’t just come.

Kissing up the side of his neck, I grabbed him and tugged. “I know you do, and that’s why I’m about to make you come in my mouth.”

I said nothing else before I was on my knees, taking him down my throat. Harlow slid to the edge of the table and watched us with lust darkening her features. Christian tangled his fingers in my coils from behind, silently telling me I could take it.

When I reached between his legs and massaged his tight opening, Rico threw his head back and fucked my mouth until tears filled my eyes.

I wasn’t stopping until he came for me. Because taking care of us came so easily for him, I wanted to give him whatever he needed. If that was my throat…I could take it.

I could take anything as long as I ended up with them.

Wedging my hand between his thighs, I waited for him to spread his legs wider.

All it took after that was my finger in his ass and my cheeks hollowed around his shaft before his cum was hitting my tongue.

“Oh, shiiiit,” he cried. “Happy fucking birthday, Soul.”