Marc was sprawled across the bed like a starfish, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. His arm draped over my waist, his breath hot and smelling faintly of tequila and lime. I slipped out from under him, my skin prickling with the cool night air. The clock read 3 AM, but I wasn’t tired. I was wired, restless, my body humming with a need I couldn’t ignore.
I padded to the bathroom, peeled off my tank top, and stared at myself in the mirror. My reflection smirked back—perky tits, tight waist, thighs that looked damn good in a bikini. I’d worn this skimpy thong thing earlier, the one that barely covered my ass. Now, it was just me, my nipples hard, my pussy already wet at the thought of being watched.
I grabbed the bikini, slipped it on, and took one last look. Fuck it. I wasn’t just Elena tonight. I was temptation.
The pool area was empty except for the glow of string lights and the hum of the water heater. I dove in, the cool water kissing my skin as I surfaced, gasping. That’s when I saw them—four guys from the bar the night before, lounging in the hot tub, their eyes locking onto me the second I stepped out of the water.
“Damn,” one of them—tall, dark hair, a smirk that promised trouble—whistled. “You’re even hotter without the boyfriend.”
I grinned, biting my lip. “He’s passed out. Doesn’t even know I’m here.”
The guy’s eyes darkened. “Lucky bastard.”
They crowded around me in the water, hands brushing my waist, my hips, their fingers tracing the thin strings of my bikini. One of them—blond, built like a god—cupped my ass, squeezing. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I laughed, arching into his touch. “You have no idea.”
They led me to their room, the door barely shut behind us before hands were everywhere. Clothes were torn off, my bikini straps snapped, my tits spilled free. The dark-haired one—let’s call him Jake—pressed me against the wall, his mouth hot on my neck. “You gonna let us taste you, baby?”
“Only if you’re worth it,” I teased, grinding against him.
He growled, spinning me around and bending me over the bed. A hand cracked against my ass, making me yelp. “You like that?”
“Fuck yes,” I hissed, pushing back against him.
Three more hands joined in, stroking, teasing, fingers slipping between my legs to find me dripping. The blond—Ryan—knelt behind me, his tongue lapping at my pussy before he speared me with two fingers, crooking them just right. “Goddamn, you’re tight. Bet your ass is too.”
I moaned, pressing back against his face. “You wouldn't know unless you try.”
Ryan didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, unzipped his jeans, and I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, until I was stuffed full. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, gripping my hips.
Jake didn’t waste time. He lined up behind me, his dick slick with lube, and pressed against my ass. “You gonna take both of us?”
I bit my lip. “Only if you’re gentle.”
He chuckled darkly. “We’ll see.”
The stretch was intense, burning at first, but then it was just full—Ryan in my pussy, Jake in my ass, both of them fucking me slow at first, then harder, their grunts filling the room. My tits swayed with every thrust, my clit throbbing with need.
The third guy—Ethan—knelt in front of me, his cock in hand. “Open up, sweetheart.”
I did, taking him deep into my throat while the other two fucked me senseless. Saliva dripped down my chin, my gag reflex forgotten as Ethan held my head, his hips stuttering. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned.
He pulled out, stroking himself as ropes of cum painted my tits. I moaned around Ryan’s cock, my pussy clenching as the pressure built. Jake’s hand snaked around, fingers strumming my clit as he fucked my ass rougher. “Come for us, baby. Milk our cocks.”
I screamed around Ethan’s dick, my orgasm ripping through me, my walls fluttering as cum filled me—first Ryan’s, then Jake’s, their hot releases painting my insides as they groaned my name. I collapsed onto the bed, trembling, my skin slick with sweat.
The fourth guy—Chris—had been watching, stroking himself the whole time. Now he stood over me, his cock glistening. “My turn.”
I grinned lazily. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He didn’t disappoint.
By the time I slipped back into our room, the sun was just starting to rise. Marc was still passed out, snoring away like nothing had happened. I stripped off my bikini, crawled into bed, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
He stirred, blinking at me. “Hey, babe. You okay?”
I smirked. “Never better.”
And as he pulled me close, I knew one thing for sure—this wasn’t the last of it.