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“Your husband’s coming back,” Makai said.
I turned my head to see Hamish approaching from the water, board under his arm. A fresh wave of arousal washed through me as I caught Hamish’s eyes on us. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Let him watch.”
Makai didn’t hesitate. He pulled my swimsuit bottom to the side, not bothering to remove it completely, and positioned himself at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me in that delicious way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes, like that. Quick, before someone comes along.”
I watched over Makai’s shoulder as Hamish dropped his board on the sand, his steps faltering as he processed what he was seeing. For a moment, he stood frozen, water dripping from his wetsuit. Then, to my immense satisfaction, his hands flew to the zipper on his back, yanking it down with urgent movements.
Makai drove into me with steady, deep thrusts, his eyes following mine to watch Hamish’s approach. “You like this, don’t you? Your husband watching me fuck you. Getting hard for us.”
Hamish stripped his wetsuit down to his hips, pushing it low enough to free his erection. In a few strokes, he was fully hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
I reached toward him as he knelt beside us on the blanket. “Come here.”
Hamish didn’t need to be told twice. He moved closer, his cock level with my face as Makai continued to thrust between my legs. I turned my head and took Hamish into my mouth, moaning around his length as the salty taste of his skin mixed with the slight bitterness of pre-cum on my tongue.
“Mm, the proper British ladies would have a field day with you now. Taking two cocks at once on a public beach,” Makai growled.
“Bloody hell,” Hamish groaned, his hand coming to rest lightly on the back of my head. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper as Makai adjusted his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. The dual sensations—Makai filling my pussy while Hamish filled my mouth—overwhelmed my senses. I felt split open, consumed, used in the most delicious way possible.
We could get caught at any moment, but I didn’t care; all I cared about was my desperate need, fueled by Makai’s quiet assertion that this had to end soon. I wanted to take as much as I could of this wild thing between us, to cherish it, to steal every single moment I could.
Makai’s fingers dug into my hips, holding me steady for his increasingly forceful thrusts. “Look at her taking both of us. Fucking perfect.”
I glanced up to see the two men’s eyes meet over my body, a silent communication passing between them. Hamish reached out, his hand gripping the back of Makai’s neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. They kissed, rough and passionate.
“She loves this,” Hamish said. “Being filled at both ends.”
The first orgasm hit me without warning, clenching around Makai’s cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I lost my rhythm on Hamish, his cock slipping from my mouth as I cried out.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure who I was talking to. “Please, don’t stop.”
I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit as Makai fucked me relentlessly, his mouth still working my husband’s cock. The visual was pornographic—these two beautiful men using each other, using me, all of us locked together in a circuit of pleasure.
Another orgasm built inside me, stronger than the others, making my thighs tremble and my vision narrow. “I’m going to come again.”
Makai’s thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as his own release approached. He pulled off Hamish’s cock, gasping, “Fuck, I’m coming.”
I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with hot cum as my own orgasm crashed through me.
Makai slipped out of me and grabbed my husband’s hips, ravenous for Hamish’s cock. The sight of it—Makai’s mouth stretched around my husband’s thick shaft, his throat working as he took him deeper—made me moan. Hamish wasn’t gentle with Makai like he had been with me, he grabbed the back of Makai’s head and began to thrust wildly into the other man’s mouth. And Makai didn’t fight it. Instead, he tilted his head, grabbed Hamish’s ass, and pulled him deeper, until I was sure Hamish was inside his throat.
With a moan, Hamish’s hips stuttered, and Makai only sucked harder, drinking down every last drop of my husband’s cum.
“Well. That’s certainly one way to celebrate my surfing progress,” he said, his voice rough but amused as he stroked gentle hands through Makai’s hair. Makai continued to gently suckle his softening cock.
I laughed, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me, genuine and uninhibited.
“Fuck, we need to clean up and get dressed before we get arrested.”
Chapter 14
Imogen
I checked my phone for the fifth time in twenty minutes, but Hamish hadn’t sent any new messages.
