Page 63 of Five Days

Blood rushed to my dick, and I stepped into the shower big enough to easily fit three grown men, hand going straight for my thickening shaft.

The two of them entered the bathroom, and I stroked myself as they stripped off their T-shirts and swim trunks. They were my newest reasons for living, the desires of my body, and I wouldn’t waste a single minute gifted to me in the time we had left.

“Get your asses in here,” I ordered.

Landon hit me first, plastering his warm body along my front, his mouth attacking mine. He smelled like ozone and the ocean but tasted sweet as honey. Zack pressed against my back rather than Landon’s, his lips and tongue on my nape.

A swell of emotion rose up inside at their combined onslaught of hunger, choking me with happiness and grief at once. I wanted to weep tears of joy tinged with sadness over the sure loss to come.

I grabbed hold of one of Landon’s ass cheeks to better frot against him, my other angling behind me to grasp Zack’s backside, keeping his hard cock snug against my crack.

Without words, we created magic, their wandering mouths and fingers desperate for me as though they’d felt my absence as deeply as I had theirs throughout the day. I hadn’t been envious of their being alone but definitely wished I could have spent every waking hour with them.

Landon came first, gasping into my mouth, shuddering against me. The heat of his spunk over my throbbing dick and balls set me off. Zack followed immediately after, coating my lower back with his release.

We panted and clung to each other for long moments, none of us seemingly wanting to pull away from the steam-filled world we’d escaped to.

Eventually, I moved because my men needed to be cared for, and I wanted to hear about their time on the beach and maybe some progress they’d made in healing and reconnecting.

“Tell me all about your day, baby.” I retrieved the soap and began washing the sand and spunk from Landon’s body while Zack did the same for my backside.

Landon humored me, and I smiled over his story of the whole caveman act of getting tossed into the ocean. To hear him speak with such lightness and absence of stress made every penny spent and agonizing thoughts over our vacation thus far worthwhile.

The hatchet had been buried between them, thank fuck, but nothing was said about moving forward once we left the island. That would be up to them, and my heart lay at their mercy.

The sun hadn’t yet fully set, but we climbed into my bed.

And in the following hours, we were a tangle of limbs, dicks, tongues, and fingers leaving each other satisfied and exhausted before midnight. At Landon’s insistence, Zack stayed the night, once more taking up on his opposite side, right where he belonged.

The following morning, we sprawled on the beach after blow jobs and breakfast, allowing an hour to digest our food before returning to our suite like Landon had stated he wanted. He received zero complaints from Zack or me over his wishes to spend the day in bed. Nor did we attempt to talk him out of his demand to be penetrated by both of us at the same time.

Keeping my hands to myself while we lounged on a blanket together beneath the sun proved damn near impossible.

Zack rested on his opposite side, a slightly wider distance between their bodies than mine and Landon’s. He too took care to ensure there wasn’t any outward appearance of being physically involved, which made me wonder if Landon had told him about the sex tape. His remaining on his side of our large beach blanket didn’t match up with the constant heated looks he shot our way though, that was for damned sure. The blatant lust that radiated from his hazel eyes stroked over our bodies like invisible starving fingers, keeping me on edge and Landon on his belly to “hide how horny he was.”

There hadn’t been any penetration the night before, but we’d all gotten off countless times in our voracious appetite to please each other and fill Landon’s belly with cum.

And while today promised more, I would self-sacrifice my own empty hole to make sure Landon wouldn’t go home unsatisfied. Because even though Zack didn’t hold back with sharing in anything sexual or gazing at us with similar intent, he remained closed off emotionally.

I’d spilled my greatest regret with him, even if a bit vague on details, and how my actions had shaped me into the man I’d become. We’d bonded over our shared passions for volunteering, how nurturing others fulfilled parts of our souls, but it hadn’t been enough to break down the barriers still holding strong between us. That would only come with time, which we didn’t have much of.

The brief reminiscing over the night he’d cared for me had led to Zack declining my offer to do the same for him.

Not for a lack of want but from insecurities he’d bled verbally when I’d expected him to remain hidden behind his shields. He hadn’t realized that his sharing only lowered them further, allowing me a peek into his mind, giving me a better understanding of his stance on relationships.

The night before, I’d kept my hands and mouth away from his backside, allowing him to lead our time together. No matter how badly I wanted him beneath me, allowing me to fill him physically and emotionally, it wouldn’t happen.

But we could be inside Landon together, the three of us becoming one. I would stroke my length over Zack’s while inside our lover’s embrace. Show him with my eyes and hands that he could trust me with his happiness if only he would allow himself to try.

Landon lit him up.

I could quiet his mind since I too was a switch like him. Zack and I might not dabble in the BDSM lifestyle, but our sexual preferences aligned when it came to being able to both lead and submit. Add in the perfect needy bottom with a voracious appetite for both cock and cum, and the three of us were a match made in heaven.

Silence zapping with physical arousal hovered like a heavy blanket atop us on the beach, eventually stifling enough I couldn’t lay peacefully beneath the warm sun any longer. I didn’t want to waste another minute in paradise getting lost in my thoughts, the dreams of a future Zack wasn’t willing to open himself up to.

I would focus on what I could have for the next however many hours before we once more passed out from sated bliss.

Pushing to my feet, I stretched the kinks from my back, gazing out over the blue ocean and rising sun glinting off its surface.

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