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I nodded, unable to form words. The feeling of both men inside me—separated only by the thin wall between my ass and my pussy—was overwhelming, a fullness that verged on too much but somehow wasn’t. Makai’s hands came up to cup my face, his eyes searching mine.
“You’re incredible,” he said, kissing me softly. “Just breathe. You’re taking us so well. Now let us take care of you.”
They began to move together, establishing a rhythm that had one pushing in as the other withdrew. The sensation was indescribable—pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, every nerve ending in my body singing with it. Hamish’s hands gripped my hips, controlling my movements between them, as they sped up, adjusted, started filling me both at once.
“Fuck,” Hamish groaned against my neck. “I can feel him. Inside you. Feel his cock rubbing against mine.”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Makai’s hands moved to my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as his hips thrust up into me. I was completely at their mercy, filled and stretched and claimed in ways I’d never imagined.
“Touch her,” Hamish commanded, his voice tight with restraint. “Make her come.”
Makai’s hand slid down my stomach, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The added stimulation was too much—my body tensed, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. I feltthe first tremors of orgasm start deep inside me, a tightening that made both men groan as my body clenched around them.
“That’s it,” Makai encouraged, his movements becoming erratic. “Come for us, Imogen.”
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, starting from my core and radiating outward until every cell in my body was alight with pleasure. I cried out, my nails digging into Makai’s shoulders as wave after wave crashed through me. My vision blurred, my body spasmed uncontrollably around the two cocks inside me.
They continued to fuck me through the orgasm, and it wouldn’t end. I gripped them both, my body shaking as wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through me, until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and my body went limp. And they kept fucking me.
Every time I thought I was coming down from the orgasm, it would start again, making me shake and quiver until it was almost too much. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but hold on and let them use my body, let them drive me over the edge of reason again and again.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Hamish groaned, his rhythm faltering as he drove deeper into my ass. “Imogen, fuck, I’m coming—”
I felt the hot pulse of his cum inside my ass, filling me with his release. I collapsed against Makai’s chest, my body still quivering with aftershocks.
“Holy shit,” Makai gasped, his hips jerking upward as he fucked into me with desperate speed, holding my hips where he needed me. “I can’t—fuck—”
His cock swelled inside me, then pulsed as he came, his heat filling my pussy. I felt it flooding me, hot and wet, exactly as my husband had wanted. Would Hamish lick me clean as he promised? The thought sent one final jolt of pleasure through me, leaving me limp and trembling between them.
For long moments, none of us moved, the only sound our ragged breathing and the gentle lapping of water against the hull. Hamish pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, his hands gentling on my hips. Makai’s thumbs stroked my cheekbones, his gaze softer than I’d seen it before.
Slowly, carefully, Hamish withdrew from my ass, the sensation making me whimper. Makai held me close, soothing me with whispered words I couldn’t quite catch. When Hamish moved to my side, he helped me lift off Makai’s softening cock, laying me gently on the berth.
“Wow,” I groaned, laughing softly, relaxing as a sense of profound satisfaction, a bone-deep contentment, overtook me. The men settled on either side of me on the narrow berth, their bodies warm against mine.
“Beautiful,” Hamish murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from my forehead. “I love you, wife. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes held a new light, a freedom I’d neverseen before. I hoped like hell that whatever we’d unlocked in him today was here to stay.
I reached over and hauled Makai closer, not wanting to let him go. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my neck.
“Fuck, Wedding Lady, I expected you to be fun when you unwound a little, but I had no idea.”
Chapter 10
Makai
I woke slowly, disoriented by the gentle rocking beneath me and the unfamiliar weight of bodies pressed against mine. Sunlight filtered through the small porthole, casting golden patterns across naked skin.
After dinner and a dip in the chilly bay to rinse off, we’d gone to bed exhausted. Somehow, I’d ended up snuggled between the married couple as we slept. My arm was draped over Imogen’s waist, Hamish’s leg tangled with mine behind me. And we fit so perfectly it made my chest ache. The memories of last night crashed over me in vivid flashes: Hamish on his knees, his mouth around my cock; Imogen’s face as she came with both of us inside her; the three of us collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
It was still difficult to believe that I’d just had a mind-blowing threesome with my married clients.
I carefully shifted my weight, trying not to wake them as I sorted through the tangle of emotions churning inside me.
And I didn’t regret it. But did they?
I felt Hamish stir behind me, his breathing changing rhythm as he woke. I kept my eyes closed, not ready to face whatever morning-after awkwardness might be waiting. Would he regret it? Blame the isolation, the romance of being stranded at sea? Would he look at me with disgust or shame for what I’d encouraged him to do?
His arm tightened around my waist, contradicting my fears. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, followed by the gentle press of lips against my shoulder. That didn’t feel like regret.
