Page 48 of Four Times Forever

Here? What should I say? Should I say anything? We could talk about it in the morning. My stupid mouth got the memo too late. "But what about Ann-Marie? She's not around to come to the wedding. Don't you want to wait?"

I think she was expecting me to shut up, take her someplace and fuck her too.

Her brows pulled toward the center of her forehead and she stiffened. "Did you change your mind about marrying me?"

Oh no. We were so close. It just so happened that being tantalized was the soothing balm to my guilt and confusion about where we were going to go next. My brain was begging for the opium. I did want to marry her, more than anything. It was just the wrong time. She couldn't know why and there was no way to get out of this without upsetting her or rousing her suspicions again.

If she wanted to marry us, it meant she was trusting us and if she was trusting us again, that was one less hurdle to have to jump over in this race against time and death.

Hopefully, not death.

Although, if we were going to die, we should take advantage of the moments we had, and not take any single minute for granted.

"Of course not." I pulled her back toward me. My lips met hers and she softened, molding her body to mine.

Lily moaned as my hands shaped her body and settled between her legs.

"We should probably move away from here," I said, peeking through the glass next to the front door. She nodded and I grabbed her hand, moving toward the back of the house.

We were grinning, stopping on the way, ducking away from windows and stealing kisses. When we dipped around the back, however, there were voices. And when I turned the corner, it was Matt and Ethan. They were still out here after my dad and his friends went inside.

"I'm just saying, we have the money. Just in case Eric changes his mind about his parents—" Matt was saying.

I cleared my throat so loud, it burned like I'd been cut. Both men jumped and turned to look at us. My pulse raced and my breath got lodged in my throat.

"Eric." Lily gasped and my blood was pounding when I turned to look at her. "You're squeezing my hand," she said.

I softened my grip in the blink of an eye and raised her hand to my lips. Our eyes connected, heat pouring off them as Ethan and Matt made their way over to us. She leaned into me with a grin and wrapped her arms around my neck. My breath rushed out, grateful she didn't hear or understand what they were talking about.

"Sorry. I'm just so tense with need." I lied.

"I can help with that." Lily reached up to kiss me.

"What's going on?" Ethan looked between us, eyes bulging, the redness in his cheeks giving away his shock.

"The wedding's back on." I locked my eyes onto his.

Matt sighed.

"Oh, is it?" Ethan tilted his head, brows still furrowed.

"Sounds like great news to me." Matt interjected, pulling Lily away from me and into a hug, turning her head away from us.

"We'll talk about it after." I whispered to them.

Lily started kissing Matt's neck and he groaned, his grip tightening on her shirt. Ethan's eyes heated in agreement. Yeah, it was time to stop talking.

The ocean breeze kissed at my skin as I pulled my shirt over my head. Matt threaded his fingers through Lily's hair, tilting her mouth up to meet his. They groaned and moaned together, hanging off each other's kisses. My cock was so hard, I couldn't think straight. I made a beeline toward her, my eyes focused on her small perfect ass. My hands were on her in a second and I was so grateful she decided to put on a 'meet the parents' dress. Bunching it up around her hips, my fingers slipped past the barrier of her sexy white thong and I pressed them into that sweet, slick hole.

Fuck, the way she tightened around my fingers had my shaft throbbing. It had been too long without her, foreplay was cut short. I sucked her off my fingers, undid my pants and thrust into her. Lily cried out and my movements grew reckless. So fucking hot. Her heat sucked and gripped my cock as I reached between her and Matt to cup her breasts, feeling those perfect mounds soft against my palm.

Through the haze, I watched Matt drop to his knees and I lost my breath when she spasmed around me. Her moans were loud, out of control and sexy as hell. Ethan muffled them with a kiss as Matt sucked her clit and I fucked her until I was close. Fuck, it was so good, it was torture pulling away, but I had to if I wanted to enjoy the show. I pulled out of her with a gasp, almost tripping over the pants around my ankles as I staggered backwards.

Laying back onto the sand, I stroked myself to the sight of Matt's relentless sucking and licking of her pussy as she held onto him to keep from falling. Knees bent, weak from another orgasm, her eyes shut as she lost herself to his rhythm. She didn't see when Ethan whipped that massive cock out and moved around her. She shivered when he brushed against her back. A second to ready herself was all she got and Ethan was pushing his way inside her. He groaned against the tightness of her pussy and she panted as he stretched her. Fuck, pre-cum covered my fingers and my hips thrust upward to meet the strokes of my hand.

They glowed against the night's gentle light, like a fucking work of art. Better than anything porn could ever capture. Matt waited for her third orgasm before rising and pushing himself into her eager mouth. It was an awkward angle, but comfort wasn't the aim, it was downright, dirty pleasure. Ethan's pelvis slapped her ass, making it jiggle a little. Matt groaned as she wrapped her wet mouth around him and my veins were injected with the same sensation, warming me and driving me forward. I cursed myself as my hand disobeyed my command. As much as I wanted to stop, I couldn't stop stroking my cock until I was spilling all over myself.

Damn, I wanted more of her when she was limp. Some depraved part of my brain craved that and she catered exceptionally to it. But there was time, I hoped, for more. Sex wasn't always promised as of late, but what could I do? I was spent. For now, my limbs were water as I played the role of voyeur. Matt and Ethan chased their release against her. Together, their pounding increased until she was choking and moaning. They lost control, their collective grunts competing in loudness until the three of them started spasming together, falling into the sand, still vibrating like an epilepsy fit.

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