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CHAPTER 14

ALKA

I close my eyes and turn my face up into the water. You think you’re in shape because you run around with your college soccer players a few times a week, but joke’s on you. Hiking a mountain proves that you’re getting old fast.

The hot water feels good against my back. I was only wearing a water pack, so there’s no way my back should be this achy. Maybe I didn’t stretch properly. I’m not a spring chicken anymore. I should probably give more attention to my physical health and some shit. You know, put some effort in.

I’m sweaty as fuck, but I suppose that’s to be expected. We are close to the equator. Hot is expected. It’s basically part of the definition of equator.

But it was a great day with my two favorite men. I’m only a little bummed that we walked Ruby to his room instead of bringing him back with us. If he’d have made any subtle hint that he’d wanted to come back to our bungalow, I’d have jumped all over that. However, he didn’t, and I don’t want to pressure him.

Even if we made out like teenagers in front of his door for a few minutes. Even if it looked as if he didn’t want me to go or didn’t want to be separated for the night .

We haven’t been sexual, and I don’t want him to feel pressured into anything. Or made to feel like I expect it. I’m afraid that he would feel that way if he came back with us.

Besides, he seems completely comfortable with Oscar now, but how would Ruby feel about being in bed with both of us? It really is a very different thing to say you’re okay with your boyfriend having a husband when it’s more of an abstract situation. Even hanging out together when it feels somewhat bromantic as opposed to full-on happily married is different.

It’s not that I’ve made a conscious effort to put some space between me and Oscar. I haven’t at all. I won’t make that concession for anyone, especially not when I need that person to actually be okay seeing us together and supporting our relationship.

I suppose I’m still fully caught up in this new relationship energy, so my focus is more fully on Ruby—not that I neglect my husband. Not at all. I love him far too much for that.

Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying because I’m a little sore and a lotta tired.

Hands on my hips make me jump. Oscar’s lips press against the back of my shoulder. I can feel his smile as he presses his body against mine. Because I have the water so hot, he feels cool. I shiver, my skin breaking out in gooseflesh.

Oscar’s arms wrap around me as he continues to kiss my shoulder. This man has sensuality running in his blood. I swear, he makes me hot without any effort at all. I lean my head back and sigh, eyes still closed as I keep my face turned toward the water.

“You okay?”

“It was a really good day, but I feel old and sore.”

He chuckles.

“You’re not sore?”

His shoulders rise in a shrug. “Guess I spend enough time at the gym. ”

“Ugh. I hate you. You’re older than me. You should be sorer than I am.”

Oscar laughs. “I can give you some pointers if you want.”

I growl at him, making him chuckle against my skin. However, my growl is soon forgotten because his pointer is actually his hard dick pressing against my ass cheek. His hand slides down from my abdomen to cup my cock.

Not going to lie, as soon as he stepped into the shower, my cock was interested. I’d never met someone who turned me on so damn easily until I met my husband. A touch. A look. Sometimes, I swear I can hear him thinking about me and it gets me hard.

Everything about his energy and the way he loves me is a turn-on.

Oscar kisses my neck then spins me around, pressing me against the cold tile wall. Though it’s probably not cold. Maybe I should turn down the temperature of the water since it feels as cold as it does. Then again, it might just be my blood burning in my veins at the sight of my husband getting on his knees.

My dick immediately hardens like it’s trying to point. Blow jobs are my all-time favorite intimate activity. I don’t even care if I’m on the giving or receiving end most of the time. It’s hot.

My cock leaks in anticipation as Oscar looks up at me and licks his lips.

When we first got together and he told me he’s an adult content creator, I was worried that every time we did anything sexy, I’d feel like just another guy. I wondered if every time I looked at him when we were getting into sexy time, I’d see the guy on the screen giving me the look he’s given to hundreds of others.

That’s not the case. He looks at me in a way that’s only ever been mine. I know because I’ve watched hundreds of hours of videos of my husband with other men, simply to see if I recognized the expressions he gives them as the same as he does me .

He doesn’t. Even when the chemistry between him and another guy is particularly charged, I never see him look at them the way he looks at me.

I know this is all mine. The way he looks at me and thinks about me. Even the way he touches me. It may look the same, but I know it’s different. The way he’s looking at me right now as he takes my dick into his mouth has my heart fluttering in my chest.

Most rational thought fades away as his wet heat surrounds my cock. My head falls back against the wall as I groan. God, he feels good. His hands move up my legs as he presses his face into my pelvis, taking my cock completely in his mouth.

I moan. My body is caught between wanting to tense from the immense pleasure and relaxing completely because it feels so good.

Maybe I’m a slut for sucking dicks because my husband is a master. I’m not even sure what he’s doing with his tongue. The pressure around my cock fluctuates as he alternates between sucking and just gliding my dick in and out of his mouth. His tongue flicks, swirls, and presses against me in a way that has my knees shaking.

As my orgasm builds, my hands move on their own to tangle in Oscar’s hair. My legs shake as I struggle to hold myself up. My jaw clenches as heat rushes through my body like a wildfire.

“Oz,” I grit out seconds before my orgasm breaks, then I gasp. The muscles in my legs give out for a single second, and I nearly stumble before managing to keep my balance. Pleasure rushes through me while I grip Oscar’s hair tightly to hold him against me while I come down his throat.

With each swallow he makes, I pulse. The tinge of pleasure mixes with discomfort as I struggle to take a full breath. I’m suspended in the moment while my husband milks me dry. My eyes open, but I feel like I’m barely in my body.

When my spirit returns, it’s far too heavy, so I slide down the wall. Oscar chuckles, catching me. He doesn’t let me down completely but lies on the tile floor under me, letting me sprawl across his chest. I hum in contentment.

His hand scooches my leg up before his fingers begin to play at my hole. One of the things I appreciate about Kala is that there are dispensers of lube everywhere . Not kidding. They’re hanging on the walls like hand sanitizer. There are even signs on them that state “THIS IS NOT HAND SANITIZER.”

So I’m not at all surprised when his fingers slip inside me all lubed up. I wiggle on his body, feeling his hard dick against my abdomen. I’ll give him long enough for me to catch my breath, then I’m riding him.

I may be in my early thirties, but my cock twitches like we’re in our twenties. The thought of riding him is exciting. This man with an absolute perfect porn-star dick. Not too huge but bigger and better than average. The right kind of dick that you choke on, you feel when you ride, but it’s not so bad that it feels like he’s going to tear you in two. Not so bad that you feel like you’re swallowing a baseball bat.

He's perfection.

Okay, thinking about his dick doesn’t exactly help me catch my breath, but it does make me impatient to ride him. Besides, he didn’t get off. It’s time to make sure he gets an orgasm too.

Pushing myself up, I shove his hand away and reach for his throbbing dick. This man is magic. I don’t know how he lubed up and managed to keep the shower from washing it all away, but he’s ready for my ass.

Well, ready enough.

I sit up, angling him to feel his head at my hole, and slowly sink down. Another long groan fills the air, much the same as the one that left me when he first brought me into his mouth. My body stretches around him, burning deliciously as I bring him inside me.

“Oz,” I moan again. My cock still isn’t ready for another round, but that’s fine. It doesn’t need to be involved right now. I only need my hole .

“Beautiful,” Oscar says. I shiver in appreciation. “So beautiful, love.”

Taking a breath, I pull myself up before sinking back onto him. Because I can’t help it, I moan again. “Feels so good,” I moan.

“Up,” Oscar says, pulling himself up into a sitting position with nothing but his sexy abdominals. “Bed. Go.” I love that he has the strength to do that.

I love when I render him into using only one-word sentences. Grinning, I get off him and practically crawl myself out of the shower and across the bathroom floor. I’m too old for crawling on tiles. Using the counter, I pull myself to my feet and grab a towel on my way out of the bathroom.

I only use it to run over my hair so it’s not dripping. My hair tends to get a little long during the summer because I can’t always be bothered to go to the barbers when we’re on the island. I toss the towel aside as I climb onto the bed.

Oscar is right behind me. His hands land on my hips as he follows me, keeping me on my hands and knees. He pushes my face into the bed and wraps his hands around my wrists, pulling them above my head.

Holding them there with one hand, he guides his cockhead to my hole. “Look at you,” Oscar says. “You think Ruby would love seeing you like this too?”

A shiver races down my spine as I imagine Ruby sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You think he’ll enjoy your tight hole?” he asks as he blankets his body over mine, sliding his dick inside me.

The sudden invasion punches the breath from my lungs.

Oscar groans. It’s deep, barely more than a growl. “You think he’s going to like being deep inside you, Alka? Filling your hole and listening to you moan?”

He brings his other hand up now too and takes one of my wrists in each of his as he begins fucking me. “You moan so good for me, Alka. I think Ruby’s going to like this hole a lot. He’s going to go crazy for the sounds you make. You going to moan like this for him, love?”

I whimper, nodding. Oscar’s knees knock mine further apart. My ass is the only thing angled up now as he thrusts inside me. The slapping of his pelvis against mine is loud, echoing in my head as a bolt of pleasure ricochets through my body and vibrates up my spine.

“Yes,” I moan.

He hums, and its pure sexiness. “You know what I think?”

I shake my head as best I can.

“I think I’m going to enjoy sharing this ass with him. I think you’re going to enjoy sharing it with us. What do you think?”

“Yes,” I answer. My hands grip the blanket under me as he fucks me silly. “Please.”

“I think maybe we can share your ass together. What do you think? Can you take both our dicks at the same time, my love?”

Fire licks at my skin. I’m not sure when my cock regained the ability to function, but it pulses with need at the thought. Would Ruby do that? Would he fuck me with my husband? At the same time? Imagining it makes me breathless.

Then again, that could be the way Oscar’s fucking me with abandon. He’s imagining it too. I can tell. I can feel it.

His teeth skim my shoulder before his mouth suctions onto my neck. His thrusts become less rhythmic as he loses pace, loses poise. He talks a lot about the sounds I make, but his are, well, pornographic. Sexy as fuck. They fuel the fire in my gut.

And when he buries himself deep to fill my ass, I gasp. It feels like my brain rattles around in my head.

Oscar releases one of my wrists and reaches under me to jerk my dick. It’s rapid, harsh, and right to the point. I struggle against him, feeling out of control. Overwhelmed. My orgasm surges uncontrollably until I release a strangled cry with my climax.

It’s several cum-filled moments before we fall to the side, gasping for breath and melting like sticky noodles that have been far overcooked.

Wow.