Island Idyll
This…adored.
    The decadence of it, the illicitness, combined to send a thrill careening through Sienna’s belly.
    Something brushed against her pussy.
    Not just something. Ben’s cock.
    Lord, it felt familiar, pressing against her lips, prodding her entrance.
    He felt familiar, perched between her legs, his hands holding her hips.
    Josh didn’t. Not yet. But who needed familiar when the man’s very touch kindled desires Sienna never knew she had?
    Again she glanced up at Josh. Caught the look in his eyes at the exact moment Ben entered her. Saw the pain and the anger flash across his face. Saw the lusty gaze turn even hazier.
    Josh’s cock grew in her mouth. Minisculely, but enough for her to confirm that was desire she’d seen flare in his eyes. Desire and…jealousy?
    Shit, she didn’t want him to be jealous. He didn’t need to be. She’d fallen for Josh all over again. Hard and fast. She should tell him that, should let him know. But…she couldn’t concentrate. Not when Ben slid inside her, seating himself to the hilt in her pussy. Moaning her name.
    Ben.
    Ben was back. Where he was supposed to be. Where he should always have been. Where he belonged.
    Inside her.
    The sense of familiarity was so overwhelming, tears filled her eyes, and one slipped out before she could stop it. She tightened her mouth around Josh, tried to give to him as much intense pleasure as Ben gave her, but she knew it was a losing battle when the walls of her pussy began to convulse and bliss blinded her momentarily.
    How many times had she come already? How could she possibly come again? Her body should be worn out. Overwhelmed. Pleasured beyond human capacity.
    Apparently it wasn’t, as Sienna witnessed not half a minute later.
    Something cold, wet and slippery touched her bottom, and with Josh still in her mouth and Ben still in her pussy, a finger slipped past the tight muscles of her anus and into her ass.
    She shuddered in ecstasy.
    “Jesus, Si, I have to have you here. Have to take you.” Ben pulled his finger from her ass and his dick from her pussy. When he pressed back close, it was his cock at her ass.
    Had she not been near mindless and muscle-less from the seven thousand preceding orgasms, Ben’s thrust might have hurt. It didn’t. Mild discomfort was all she felt before he seated himself fully inside her ass. They’d made love like this too many times before for his actions to be painful.
    This time however, Sienna knew it would not have been half as good if Josh’s cock were not in her mouth. If he wasn’t leaking copious amounts of delicious precome. She would not have been aroused even a quarter as much.
    The taste of him, the feel of him, the knowledge that he hadn’t walked away when Ben popped up so unexpectedly, warmed her heart. Filled her belly with a gazillion butterflies. And suddenly she didn’t want just Ben inside her. She wanted Josh there too. Needed him there.
    Kissing his shaft ever so wickedly, she looked up at him again. “Josh,” she rasped, her throat almost incapable of forming the words.
    “Princess,” he rasped right back.
    “Make love to me. Please.” She’d meant to tease him with her words, tempt him, but the longing in her voice echoed through her ears.
    He bit his lip. “You sure you want this? You want us both?”
    “One hundred percent sure.” She might well die if he didn’t make love to her right now.
    Josh nodded. Slowly. Like Ben thrust. Slowly.
    “Condoms are next to the bed,” Ben said.
    Josh nodded again. He knew. He’d left them there earlier. Sienna watched him reach over for a packet, tear it open and roll the condom over his shaft. She had a bird’s-eye view. Josh pumped his hand up and down said shaft in time to Ben’s thrusts inside her.
    The sight was so incredibly arousing, a gush of cream pooled in her pussy.
    Dear God, how could she be more aroused than she already was? How could she want more than Ben was giving her?
    How could she want them

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