Page 43 of Tropical Heat

None of us were in a hurry, so our touches were soft and gentle at first. Low murmurs whispered against warm flesh. Dante kissed my neck, before taking a breast in his hand. Zak nibbled on an ear. Back arched, I guided his mouth to the other breast. Soft moans caused them to press against me. They were already semi hard by the time I took them into my hands. My nipples stiffened as they shared a kiss across my chest.

I stroked them to full erection. They both felt larger than I remembered. Perhaps they were happy to see me. Or maybe the knowledge of what we were about to do just made them seem bigger.

Dante returned his attention to my breasts. Zak's tongue entwined with mine. By the time their hands moved between my legs, I was already on fire. A pair of fingers slipped into my slick opening. Another hand found my clit, its fingers tracing small circles around the hard bud. I gave out a gasp and slightly raised my hips. “Oh, yeah, right there”

It was not the strongest orgasm I had ever had, but it was enough to get the juices flowing and prepare me for what came next. Breathlessly, I told them, “I am ready for you to make love to me.”

“How do you suggest we do it?” Dante asked. “You seem to know more about this than we do?”

“I’ve just thought about it more than you have, is all.” With a smile, I directed him to lie on his back. “Zak, I will let you know when it’s time for you to join in.”

I threw a leg over Dante’s hips, my pussy poised right above his rigid cock, and leaned down to kiss him. Then I dropped my hips. Zak murmured in approval as Dante’s fat shaft stretched me wide. “Such a pretty sight,” I heard him say.

As we found our rhythm, Zak moved behind me. His hands roaming over my breasts, teasing the nipples, before kissing his way down my back. I shuddered and let out a long moan as his mouth found my rear hole. When the sensation of his warm tongue on my tight pucker stopped, Dante gave out a soft groan beneath me. Zak was licking his balls.

I raised up enough for his cock to slip out. After sucking it clean of my juices, Zak returned it to my pussy and resumed tonguing my ass. I spread my hips wider, arching forward to give him better access.

I’d been with each man individually on multiple occasions. Had even taken Zak into my ass previously. It was the perfect shape and size for anal sex. But those times my pussy had not been full of Dante's fat cock.

I heard the unmistakable click of lube being opened and stiffened. “Relax,” said Dante. “I've taught him well. He’ll make sure you're stretched properly before he sticks his dick in you.”

After slicking his hand in lube, Zak coated my asshole with a finger before pushing inward. I moaned and clenched around Dante. When a second digit was added, I bit down on his shoulder. He gently rocked his hips, brushing the tip of his cock against my g-spot. It felt so good I wasn’t even aware of Zak adding a third finger. Then he twisted his hand and my whole body took notice.

Dante thrust his hips, matching the upward motions to the rhythm of Zak’s hand moving in and out of me. “God, that feels so good,” I cried out, knowing if I allowed them to continue, I would orgasm in mere moments. But I needed more. I wanted the connection that would only come from having them both a part of me. I told Zak to replace his fingers with his cock.

They asked if I was sure. I shook my head emphatically. For reasons I may never be able to fully explain, it was important for the three of us to be joined as one.

Zak pushed his way into my ass. After a brief twinge of discomfort, my body adjusted. We quickly discovered that all three of us moving simultaneously would not work. A little experimenting showed that rocking my hips while both men held still prevented them from slipping out and produced a good amount of pleasure for all three of us. But it would not be enough to make any of us come.

It was not until Dante stilled my hips and told us what he had in mind that things went from good to amazing. “Zak, when you thrust in, I will pull back and vice versa. Morgan, you just try to stay still”.

Their synchronized movements soon had me clutching the bedsheets. I groaned every time their fat heads met, edging me ever closer to ecstasy. My cries echoing off the pitched ceiling spurred them to pump faster and deeper.

Every cell in my body felt electrified. But despite the incredible pleasure I was receiving, it was the realization that we had become more than lovers, which sent tears of joy running down my cheeks. Never had I felt so connected as I did at that moment.It was as if the three of us had become one. Mybody quivered as waves of pleasure washed over me.I was part of them, and they were a part of me.

Another orgasm racked my body, this one far stronger than the others. I surrendered to it. Sobs, cries, and gasps filled the air as Zak and Dante simultaneously filled me with their warmth.

As we lay tangled in one another's arms, they dried my tears and asked if I was alright. “I love you both more than I ever thought it possible to love someone.” Not wanting to leave their tender embrace, even for a moment. I asked, “Would it be alright if I moved in right now?”

Epilogue

Morgan-Six Months Later

The days have become much warmer, but at night a cool breeze still blows off the ocean. Tonight the air is heavy with the sweet resinous scent of mango blossoms. Oliver, who never misses an opportunity to go for a walk, is at my side.

Every day I grow more in love with the men who I have chosen to share my future with. I started seeing a therapist to help me deal with my fears. Carolyn specializes in issues related to love and loss. She says I have made substantial progress in a short amount of time.

But I still get scared. Not of Zak or Dante changing their minds—their love for me and one another is as unwavering as mine for them. But I still struggle with the knowledge tragedy could strike and I might lose one of them forever.

Zak’s revelation at dinner did not help. Part of me is happy he is being considered for a transfer to the Medevac Unit. It will mean more money and fewer hours. That should be a good thing, right? Less hours at work means more time with me and Dante.

But when I think of him zooming up and down The Keys in a helicopter, all I can think of is how much could go wrong. Isn't it enough that I have to worry about one boyfriend being shot every time he goes to work?

As I look up at the moon, Caroline’s words from our last session flash into my mind. ‘If God forbid something ever happened, wouldn’t it be a shame to look back and see every moment you wasted worrying about the future instead of living in the present?’

I stoop and pick up Oliver. “Let’s get home to your daddies. It’s movie night and I don’t want to miss a moment of it.”

ZakandDante-Three Years Later

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