Page 33 of Tropical Heat

I gripped at the comforter and tried to stifle my cries. But it was no use. The sounds of my climax echoed off the sloped ceiling. I was still breathing hard when Zak, his face slick with my juices, came up and kissed me. When he leaned across to kiss Dante, I could not help smiling at how quickly he’d overcome his inhibitions.

I felt a hand between my thighs and easily recognized by the large knuckles, who it belonged to. His lips still locked on Zak's, Dante ran his fingers through my slickness before sliding a finger into me. It felt wonderful. I gave out a soft moan and took their cocks in my hands. Being with two men at the same time was already better than I could have imagined.

A second finger joined the first and stroked my G–spot. It was not long before I was arching and thrusting again. Another hand, this one's fingers long and slender, pressed against my anus. I moaned in anticipation. Zak and I had previously experimented with ass play, so we knew how much each enjoyed it.

As they finger fucked my holes in tandem, I jerked their cocks rapidly. They sucked on my nipples, only stopping long enough for us to share kisses. Our fevered flesh writhed as if we were one organism until Zak whispered in my ear. “Come for us, my goddess.”

The resulting orgasm was even stronger than the first, and should have been enough to satisfy me. But once I caught my breath, I asked, “Who’s going to fuck me first?” I quickly realized the presumptuousness of my words. “Unless the two of you would rather—“

“—I think we can save that for later,” Zak said, cutting me off. “Dante, why don’t you go first? Show us what you can do with that massive cock of yours.”

I shuddered with excitement, knowing Dante would take Zak’s words as a challenge and pound me even harder than he normally did. It did not take long for me to be proven right. Almost as soon as he was inside, he had my legs hoisted over his shoulders, driving me into the mattress. My boobs bouncing up and down, I turned my head so I could suck Zak’s cock. But he was too far away. His eyes locked on Dante’s thick shaft, stretching me wide. Instead, I stroked him in rhythm with Dante’s punishing thrusts.

Somewhere between my second and third orgasm, my legs had begun to cramp. I knew Dante, having already come once, could go indefinitely, and would—until I begged him to stop. “Please Sir, I can’t take anymore. I want to feel your hot love fill my needy hole.”

He groaned, “Are you sure you deserve such a reward?”

“Please Sir. Have I not been a good girl tonight?”

“Very good indeed,” he agreed.

“Then please don’t make me beg again. Give me your seed.”

“You know, I can't deny you anything.” He gripped my ass tightly and with three last strokes filled my chamber.

When he rolled off, Zak looked at us and said, “You two are a pair of kinky freaks.”

Dante laughed and said, “You’re a fine one to talk. Don’t act like I don’t know why you wanted me to go first.” He had propped himself against the headboard and explained for my benefit, “He wants to feel my cum on his dick while he’s inside you.”

From the way Zak was blushing, I could see Dante was right. After rolling on to my hands and knees, I told him to hurry before it all leaked out. His cock had never felt harder. I pushed back against his every thrust, eager to have him as deep as possible. My nipples grazed against the bedsheets, further stoking the heat burning within my core.

A hand moved from my hip, reaching to rub my clit. My walls contracted, squeezing Zak tight. It was just the friction I needed for one last orgasm. After I came, I looked over my shoulder and told Zak he could cum whenever he was ready. Once he had pumped himself dry, we collapsed on to bed in a tangle of limps.

Comfortably snuggled in the afterglow, as lovers sometimes do, we whispered words of affection to one another. Words which just mere days earlier I never imagined myself ever speaking again. Then drifted off to sleep.

I woke from a nightmare several hours later. In total darkness and disoriented, I was unsure of where I was until I felt the heat of the men next to me. Memories came flooding back of the things we had said to one another. Suddenly, the room felt way too hot. My heart was racing. I gasped for breath.

I did not regret the things we had done. But I had experienced emotions I knew were dangerous. Exposed my heart and bared my soul. Given breath to words, I could not take back.

My brain screamed for me to run and never look back. But their large, unyielding bodies held me pinned between them. Unable to get up, I shimmed to the foot of the bed, but the foot board blocked my way. Close to panic, I maneuvered around Zak's legs until I reached the edge of the mattress and stood up.

I could not find my clothes in the darkness, and turned on a lamp. Dante’s eyes fluttered open. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is fine,” I lied. “I have to be at work in a few hours, so I figured since I’m already awake, I might as well go back to the motel and get ready. I’ll call you guys later.” Another lie. I had no intention of seeing either of them ever again. Doing so could only lead to pain and heartbreak. Better to end things now, before any of us got hurt.

Nineteen

Zak

By the time I woke up, the sun was already streaming through my window. I was alone in the bed and wondered if the previous night had been a dream. Then I smelled Dante and Morgan's scents on the pillows next to me. I pulled them close and inhaled deeply. Just the smell of them was enough to make me hard.

I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and went to find them. But half way down the steps, I remembered Morgan had to work today and was probably already gone. Dante was in his usual seat on the deck, drinking his morning coffee. After greeting him with a kiss on the cheek, I let my hand linger on his bare chest. “Last night was amazing.”

“Yes it was, and thanks to the doc, I have today off. Any ideas on how we should spend it?”

I had plenty of ideas, most of which involved us being naked. But instead of sharing them, I asked, “How was she this morning?”

“Fine, I guess. I was still half asleep when she left.”

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