Page 42 of Tropical Heat

Dante gripped my hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more forceful and his grunts louder. Knowing what each man liked, I pulled Zak from my mouth and spit on his cock. Slick with saliva, he glided smoothly within my rapidly pumping fist while my mouth worked the head.

“Morgan, you’re going to make me come,” he cried a second before the first thread landed on my cheek.

“Me too,” grunted Dante, his thumbs digging in to the flesh of my ass. I clinched tight around his cock and felt my walls bathed in warmth. Which was all it took to set off my own explosive climax.

As we untangled from one another, I could not help feeling a little disappointed. Although my orgasm had been incredibly satisfying and we had come within seconds of one another, the experience had lacked the intimacy I hoped for.

I told myself to relax, that it would get better with time. Zak was the first to speak. “You said earlier that you still haven’t found a place to live. Don't you need to be out of the motel in two days?

“Yes, but it's not like I'm going to end up homeless. There are plenty of places available further north.”

“There's no reason you can't stay here,” Zak said

“Yeah, we have plenty of room and if you’re not comfortable sharing a bed with us yet, you can have my room,” Dante volunteered.

I looked from one to the other and saw no sign of jest. “My god you're serious, aren't you?”

“Why not? If you’re in this for the long haul, it is only a matter of time before the three of us are living together. So why wait?”

Although I could think of half a dozen reasons to wait, I said, “Only if you let me pay my fair share of the rent and utilities.”

They both grinned and Zak volunteered the use of his Jeep to move my stuff.

“That would be great,” I told him. “But if it's all right with you, I think Dante should keep his room. I can take the third room. Of course, I'll pay to fix it up myself.” They looked at me like I might be having second thoughts.

“Guys, I know the idea of the three of us sharing a bed is very exciting right now. And I am sure most nights that is what we will do. But from time to time, each of us will need our own private space.”

I told them the things I had learned from Cynthia. How if we spent all of our time as a group, we would eventually lose our individuality and the unique qualities that had attracted us to one another. “But not only is alone time valuable, it is also important we maintain our one-on-one relationships.”

“Like when you want to get freaky with me, without Zak, ruining our kink.” Dante smirked.

“That’s not exactly what I said, but yes. Our individual relationships are just as important as the needs of the group.”

“That makes sense,” Zak agreed. “And you learned all of this from your cousin?”

“Most of it. I did some reading on my own, as well.”

“What else did you learn?” Dante asked.

“Lots of stuff.” I reached down and took their now flaccid appendages in my hands. “Like how an extra body in the bed means more options.”

“What did you have in mind?” Dante asked, as his cock began to stir.

“Have either of you ever done double penetration before?”

Zak, who was no stranger to my ass, blushed and shook his head. Dante was growing harder by the second, but also shook his head. “I've never had the opportunity. What about you?”

“No. But I have thought about it.” In fact, I had spent much of the last month imagining what it would feel like to connect with them in such an intimate manner. “According to Cynthia, if done right, it can be intensely pleasurable for all three parties involved.”

I omitted the part about if done wrong, it would cause me a great deal of pain. I really wanted to have both of them in me, and didn’t want to give them a reason to back out. Besides, I trusted them to be careful.

“I just can’t see how it would work without you being in a lot of pain,” Zak said.

“We go slow and take our time,” Dante said. “If Morgan wants us to stop, she can use her safe word.”

Zak raised an eyebrow and looked at me. “Asparagus,” I said, then excused myself to use the powder room before adding, “We're going to need lube. Lots of it.”

When we reconvened in the bedroom, one of them—probably Zak—had dimmed the lights and lit candles. Soft jazz streamed from unseen speakers. I joined them on the bed, and could see they were as nervous as I was.

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