‘Good swim?’ I asked, peppering her lips with kisses. She tasted like chlorine and the sweet, ripe oranges she’d eaten before swimming.
I sighed happily.
The weight of expectation finally lifting as I lay in paradise with my loves.
Drew slid in behind her, trapping her between us. Her wet bikini soaked both of our linen trousers.
Neither of us cared.
‘I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys,’ Drew said with a smile while his lips brushed her wet hair.
His eyes locked on mine over the top of Sarah’s head. The heated darkness within them made me squirm.
‘But I’m keeping the two of you forever.’
Sarah moaned softly as Drew’s lips grazed her neck, and I tipped her lips back do my mouth.
But even in paradise, I felt uncertainty bite. What the hell would I do with myself without rugby? Who would I even be?
‘What will I do with my life?’ I asked. When Drew’s brows furrowed, I gave a shake of my head. ‘Outside of the bedroom, I mean.’
Drew’s mouth curved against Sarah’s temple, but his gaze never left me. ‘Then we’ll make something new. Doesn’t have to be over. You could still go back. Hell, we could all follow you to Australia.’
‘You’d do that?’ I asked.
‘Mmm. I’ve got myself two of the best little cocksuckers a man could dream of. You think I’m letting that go?’ And just like that, I was hard again.
Heat coloured my cheeks. Sarah hid her smile against my chest.
I loved the way he talked to us, sometimes soft, but more often than not downright filthy. Forever staking his claim over us.
‘Australia isn’t the easiest to emigrate to,’ Sarah said, ever the more sensible of us.
‘Then we’ll stay. Jake can coach. We can build something here.’ Drew reached over Sarah and caressed my throat.
‘Or…’ Sarah looked out toward the sunlit sea. ‘We could open a sweet little B&B by the coast. With beds big enough for three.’
‘Any bed that fits us all will be far from sweet,’ Drew cut in with a wolfish grin.
My cock twitched at the devilish song in his words.
Then Drew’s tone sharpened. ‘Kiss for me, my darlings.’
Without a single ounce of hesitation, I caught Sarah’s mouth in mine. At first sweet, then deepening the kiss with hungry fervour. Drew’s hand slid into Sarah’s bikini bottoms, drawing a needy gasp as he fingered her rough and fast.
His other hand cupped the back of my neck, forcing me to feel her shudder against my lips. I adored it when he didn’t warm us up. When he spread us open and used us, or instructed us to use each other. Sarah had been right, way back then, when she craved being used for my pleasure. Because I craved Drew bending me to his will.
‘Look at you,’ he growled. ‘Panting like a bitch in heat. My perfect little slut.’
Sarah writhed between us, caught between shame and need. My cock pressed hot and hard against her thigh. Like a dog, I ground it against her, seeking a semblance of release.
Drew reached over the table, grabbing the butter from our lunch, and smirked. ‘Your turn, golden boy.’
Before I could answer, he shoved me between Sarah’s thighs, grinding me into her slick heat.
We both groaned as he pressed us together, her cunt sucking me in as her nails raked my shoulders.
‘Hold still. Don’t you dare fuck her until I say you can.’
