Page 125 of Pervade Montego Bay
Tearing my focus away from him and back to Xavier, I bounced, riding him as my lust surged to fever pitch, my hair flopping over my face, my nipples peeking through the long strands. Xavier sat up and pulled me into a kiss, his lips forceful and insistent, his tongue caressing mine as his hands swept up through my hair.
He broke away and lay back down again.
James reached over for my hand and kissed it, eyeing my exquisite engagement ring. His thumb brushed over it affectionately.
“It’s gorgeous,” he said. “Just like you, Em.”
This was what they did to me—they made me feel beautiful and wanted, safe and protected. I threw my head back and circled my hips, so into this moment…so into them.
I love everything about you…both of you.
You are mine.
And I am yours.
Xavier’s hands wrapped around my waist and he controlled my pace.
This was how it must feel after a long battle is won. When the warring is over, and a future can be imagined. No more fighting or holding back. That’s what this felt like, us finally making peace with what we were…three lovers who were meant for each other.
Xavier lifted me and I realized that he wanted me to climb onto James now. I did just that, sliding over so that I straddled his hips and was rubbing my pussy along his shaft. This back and forth movement of my sex along his erection increased my slickness, bringing on a throbbing pleasure I never wanted to end. As James clutched my hips, I raised a little, and slid down onto his cock so it would fill me entirely, my head falling back, hair tumbling behind me as I rode him with the same passion.
Xavier rolled onto his side to watch, reaching out from time to time to play with a lock of my hair, or brush his hand over my breasts, or kiss me.
I was lifted and returned to Xavier, James gripping Xavier’s shiny, engorged cock to help me slide onto him. He lay back again to watch me thrash about on Xavier’s lap.
Losing count of the times I was shared between them, my juices wetting my thighs, wetting them, I fell into a mesmerizing rhythm, having faith for what we would become, trusting us, finally allowing myself to believe our future was certain and we’d always bethis.
Lying on my side now, I turned toward James and he drew me toward him, helping me lift my right leg so he could slide inside my pussy. I placed a hand on his bulging bicep to slow him down, helping me accommodate his impressive girth.
Xavier climbed off the bed and walked around it to the other side, climbing in behind James. I was vaguely aware that Xavier had reached for a tube of lube from the nightstand. When James’ expression twisted, I knew Xavier had penetrated his ass.
All of us were edging closer to release.
James’ expression was blissful as Xavier fucked him from behind. His lust-filled eyes watched me, his hand reaching for Xavier’s wrist to grab hold of it.
Rocking together, all three of us moved in unison.
With James inside me, and Xavier inside him, and my right leg stretching over both men, we began a hypnotic rhythm of choreographed thrusts, our heavy gasps intermingling as we writhed in each other’s arms.
We came as one, our climaxes easy to reach as we shuddered against each other, our moans filling the room, our bodies slick with sweat as we stretched out our pleasure.
Not caring about the rumpled, messy sheets, we lay panting, catching our breath. My head rested on James’ chest. Xavier’s arm was flung over us both.
Quiet descended on the room and I slipped into a contented doze.
When I awoke, I was still in James’ arms. His head was turned, and he was kissing Xavier passionately. Seeing them like this was everything I’d hoped for. Their passion breathtaking to watch. Their love pure and so generously shared with me. James pulled me in to join their kiss. We were all mouths and tongues, and nips and bites, sharing what we were. Sharing all we’d become.
This precious ménage à trois was unbreakable.
“I never want to leave this room,” said James.
I sighed. “Me neither.”
“It’s time to reveal the true Jamaican,” whispered Xavier.
It made me smile. So many times, he’d asked James to reveal the accent he’d had as a child, and so many times James had refused.
“I want to hear it,” I said to James, kissing his chest.
