A Most Pleasureable Offer Ch. 06

At breakfast the next morning, Hannah settled into the familiar routine, feeling better knowing that despite her flaws, her men still wanted her. The night before had been so raw but so necessary to move forward. Without realizing it, she had been full of anxiety, unaware that if she showed her vulnerability there would still be a place for her among Paris, Xander, and Cole. But last night showed her just how much they wanted to be there for her.

"You and me again this morning, sweetheart," Cole announced as she finished her eggs and bacon.

"Sounds perfect," she smiled back at him.

Paris and Xander kissed her good bye, wishing her well for the morning, leaving her and Cole. He had been his usual jovial self during breakfast but now that they were alone, there was a slight strain to him.

"Come here, sweetheart," Cole told her, beckoning Hannah to his lap. She happily moved to the place of security.

"I wanted to apologize for the other day," Cole began. He held her close to his chest and she took comfort in the steadiness of his heartbeat. "I didn't mean to bring up unpleasant memories. I hope you can forgive me."

Hannah hadn't realized Cole felt this way, and then she felt bad at the thought of him stewing over it for the last day or two.

"Cole, it wasn't your fault," she attempted to explain. "There's a lot in my past. Some good, most of it not, but there's nothing you or anyone can do to make me forget it. If anything, I need to do a better job of accepting my past for what it was."

"How can somebody be so sweet and so smart?" he asked as he kissed the top of her head.

Hannah couldn't help but laugh. "I could say the same thing about you."

She looked up, expecting to see his familiar twinkle in his eye but his look was clouded. She thought back of how little she knew of Cole.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

"The other day, you and Xander were goofing around. He called you Nicolas. Why?"

This, at least, earned her a chuckle. "Because that's my name, sweetheart."

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize."

Cole shrugged, his shoulders moving against Hannah's cheek. "I don't particularly like the name. It's my father's name and his father's before him. Although in a semi break from tradition, my older brother didn't get the name. It would have been better if he had."

"Is it a lot of weight? Having such a lineage."

Again, Cole shrugged. He held Hannah tighter to him and she snuggled into his muscles. "Yes and no. Being the second-born son means I have some leeway, which I've taken full advantage of. I never wanted all this," he waved his hands around to encompass what Hannah took to mean the aristocratic lifestyle before he moved them back to his embrace.

"But you seem to fit in so well," Hannah told him.

"Some of it, but I'm not like Paris. He's the real deal. A proper statesman who knows what needs to be changed and how to do it. Of course it hasn't been easy for him. His father may still be in power but he's never been as strong as Paris. Paris's uncle has been pushing for more power and he had it, before Paris became of age. Now Paris is fighting hard to make the region better, despite having a real deficit to it."

Hannah knew most of this. She knew from her own experiences and from others that life was much better since Paris's reforms. But change was slow going and there was still so much to be done.

"How did you and Paris become friends?"

"We're cousins, or I guess second cousins. His dad and my mom are cousins, so we always spent summers together."

It must have been nice, Hannah thought, having that spent time together. She would have loved to have cousins to ease the long days of summer idleness.

While it was nice talking to Cole, and it certainly gave her a fuller picture of the dynamics between him and Paris, she had spent too much time the last few days dwelling on the past.

"You know what I want to do today?" she said brightly, turning to face Cole. He smiled widely, her favorite grin on his face.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"Something completely new. Something I've never done before."

Cole cocked his head, thinking for a moment. "Ever gone jet skiing before?"

Out on the water, Hannah couldn't stop smiling. She wrapped her arms around Cole's waist and laughed as he jumped waves, the spray of the water hitting her in the face. The sun shone brightly, keeping her from being too cold from the water. It was quite simply glorious.

After a few hours, Cole maneuvered them back toward the shore but further down from the house where he found an inlet to pull into. Hannah stretched her arms, flexing muscles that had never been used before, as she waded through the water. Cole was close behind her, carrying a bag of assorted food for a picnic.

There was a grassy area near the beach under a copse of palm trees, and the two settled in. Hannah was famished and by the way Cole inhaled one of the many sandwiches that had been packed, he was, too.

"That was incredible, Cole, thank you."

"Oh, my pleasure, little one. Poor Xander and Paris. Not only are they missing out on your delectable company but they also missed out on quite the ride."

"Hm, a point I'm sure you'll remind them of later today."

"Shoot, I forgot the drinks in the jet ski. Sorry, sweetheart, I'll be right back."

Hannah nodded, not at all bothered, and laid back on the soft grass. It tickled her skin, almost bare except for a black bikini that barely covered her. On the jet ski she had been more covered thanks to the life jacket but now, she was exposed, the warmth of the sun quickly warming her wet skin.

Laying there, gazing up at the underside of the trees, Hannah felt so warm, so content. She thought back to Xander and Paris and how they had touched her so expertly the night before. Without saying much, they knew exactly what to do to make her feel loved and adored. They had also turned her on to no end.

Before her brain could keep up with her actions, Hannah realized she had begun to touch her body. Her nipples were hard as rocks under the thin fabric and she purred like a cat as she rubbed them. One hand moved further south, hovering just over the fabric of her bottoms as she traced the outline of her opening. Her fingers grazed her clit and she arched upward at her own touch.

Again, not thinking, she moved her fingers underneath the fabric, running them over her wetness, grazing the opening of her pussy. She was always turned on these days. All it took was either the memory of a touch or an actual touch to get her ready and when Paris, Cole, or Xander did touch her, she was always ready for them, always dripping with arousal.

"Jesus, fuck, Hannah." Cole's words were throaty, barely above a whisper. She smiled but kept her eyes closed, braver than she had ever been before in her life.

Through her eyelids the light dimmed and she opened them to find Cole's face hovering a few inches from hers. His eyes, normally alight with life, were hooded with lust. His arms bracketed her body on the grass as he held himself just a few inches atop her.

He kissed her then, deep and probing, but not for long. His mouth moved down her body, pausing only to pull on the strings at the side of her bikini bottoms before his mouth moved to her pussy.

"Keep your fingers where they are, Hannah," he instructed.

Hannah swallowed at the command then gasped as Cole's tongue ran over her pussy, licking her fingers as they moved. He engulfed one finger in his mouth. It was covered in her juices and he moaned at the taste.

"I need to be inside you," Cole moaned as her finger popped out of his mouth. "I want to be buried inside that amazing pussy of yours."

Cole flipped her over, careful of the ground, and arranged Hannah so she rested on her forearms, her hips up in the air. He held on tight and was soon insider, buried as deeply as he had promised.

It was so primal, outside. Hannah felt the heat around them, the scruff of the grass on her arms, the noise of the birds and ocean waves. She was so exposed and amazed that it was a turn on.

Cole's usual restraint was gone as he slammed into Hannah. She braced herself, wanting to take as much of him as she could. She was so needy after touching herself.

"Fuck, Hannah," Cole groaned again. "You're a fucking goddess."

Cole reached around her hips, his fingers finding her clit, and stroked it as he gathered her slickness. She was pleasantly surprised as those same fingers moved away and started to rim the opening of her ass. One knuckle in, and she moaned deeply. Visions of the last night with Paris and Xander came to her. Would she ever not crave the feeling of two men inside her?

"You like that, sweetheart?" Cole murmured, as his finger moved inside her. He added another finger, opening her further.

"Yes," she panted.

"Fuck, I want your ass but I don't have any lube."

"It's okay. I want you, Cole."

Cole cursed again and slid out of Hannah's pussy. The loss of his cock had her whimpering but he was quick to fix the situation. His fingers gathered as much of Hannah's cream as could, working to coat the inside of her ass. Finally, when he thought she was ready, he lined up and, ever so slowly, pushed through the ring of her entrance.

It was a tight fit, and Hannah gasped as he pushed in. But Cole was always considerate of her, and he went slowly, pausing to allow her to accommodate his length. Finally, his body leaned over her back. He was in.

"Oh, Hannah," Cole groaned. "You okay if I move, sweetheart?" His breathing was ragged.

"Yes," Hannah replied, her breath caught in her throat. "Please, Cole."

His punishing pace reappeared as Cole gripped her hips. It was a completely different sensation, having him fuck her ass than her pussy, but altogether incredible. There was a slight burn but it quickly spread to heat, and Hannah thrust her pelvis back, wanting him even deeper.

She was teetering on that sweet edge again. Hannah knew Cole was close as his movements sped up. She was dying to come with him.

As if reading her mind, Cole braced her body on the ground and gently guided one of her hands to her clit. He moved her hand through her folds, dripping wet, and together they strummed her clit.

She became an animal, then. Her movements were wild, needing just a little more. Cole left her hand but she knew what was needed. With one final pass, her fingers propelled her into an orgasm. She rode out the waves of ecstasy as Cole slammed insider her once more. He yelled loud enough to scatter the nearby birds and then rolled them both onto their sides. The were a sweaty, panting mess.

***

Back at the house, Cole kissed Hannah deeply as she made her way up to her bedroom. They had washed themselves off in the ocean but after a morning filled with sunshine, sea water, and intense sex, she craved a hot, cleansing shower.

After her shower, Hannah had meant to get dressed and head back downstairs, but one glance at the bed had her quickly changing her mind. The excitement of the morning coupled with the lack of sleep the night before, and once she laid down, she barely had enough strength to pull a blanket over top of her naked body.

"Hmm, this is my favorite way to wake up," Hannah moaned a little while later.

"Good, because this is my favorite way of waking you up," Paris replied.

Hannah stretched into Paris, his hands gently caressing her breasts, his cock already hard and pressed into her back. She moaned as he tweaked her nipples and nipped her neck before soothing it with his tongue.

"Did you have a good morning with Cole?" Paris kissed up her neck as one hand moved down to her pussy and Hannah was momentarily distracted.

"The best," she finally answered. "I can't wait to go out on the ski jets again."

"We will have to all go together. Now that I see how happy the experience made you, there's no way I want to miss it again."

"Hmm, that would be great."

Paris's fingers parted her folds, his expert fingers bringing her body to life as the last remnants of sleep passed through her body.

"God, you're so wet already. So sexy."

"That feels so good," Hannah panted as Paris placed two fingers inside of her. She thrust back into his touch, wanting to feel as much of his skin as possible.

"When did you turn into such a vixen?" It was Paris's turn to moan as her back moved along the length of his ever-hardening cock.

"Probably about the time three gorgeous men took me to an island paradise."

"Hm, smartest thing we've ever done."

With Paris's fingers inside of her and over her skin, Hannah floated in bliss. But she wanted more and, not content to wait anymore, she moved so her back was on the bed. She looked up into Paris's questioning eyes, his fingers still inside her.

"Please tell me Cole had some sense of control this morning. I don't want you too sore."

Hannah laughed. "Do any of you have self-control?"

"Oh Hannah, don't you realize that we want you even more than we already have of you?"

Hannah's eyes widened. There was never a day when at least one of them wasn't inside of her, not that she was complaining at all.

Paris chuckled but when Hannah reached to grab his cock, his smile slipped off his face. She slid her hand over his warm skin, gathering the pre-cum on the tip as she did so.

"Are you sure?"

Hannah nodded and Paris was quick to reposition her, moving her up slightly, pressing her legs wide as he lined himself at her wet pussy. He toyed with her, his cock rubbing over her sensitive clit, eliciting moan after moan from her.

Finally, when she was on the precipice of begging, Paris slid through her, little by little, until he was completely sheathed inside her. She moved her legs around his hips, trapping him, just in case he tried to leave.

"Fucking perfection," Paris murmured as he stilled, allowing her to adjust to his body. "God, you're a wonder, taking me and Xander last night, then Cole this morning."

"Well, Cole didn't exactly take me there," Hannah smiled, then moaned as Paris pulsed hotly inside of her.

"Shit," he groaned. "He took your ass?"

"Oh," Hannah responded. "Does that turn you on, when I tell you all the details?"

"Everything about you turns me on." Paris leaned forward, his mouth hot on hers as he moved slightly faster. His embrace was warm, comforting, and Hannah held tightly to his back as his tongue swirled with hers. His cock moved out of her pussy, hitting her clit, and she arched her back off the bed, wanting even more.

"Does it turn you on to know that while he was grabbing supplies from the jet ski, I was too turned on to wait and I started to touch myself?"

Paris didn't reply but his loud groan as he kissed her neck was good enough.

"Cole came back to find me, my legs spread open, my fingers inside of me. He watched for a little then bent down, his tongue taking over and I was so close to coming when he stopped."

"Mean Cole," Paris moaned. His thrusts had picked up as Hannah told her tale and she quickly matched with her own.

"Cole wanted me on my hands and knees and then his cock was inside my pussy and it felt so amazing."

Another groan from Paris as he kissed his way down to her breasts, moving his body so he had better access to lick and suck each nipple.

"He was inside me and then his fingers started to open my ass and as soon as he

put one finger inside me, all I could think about was last night with you and Xander, and how amazing that had felt. I want that again, Paris."

"Oh, fuck, Hannah," Paris groaned almost inaudibly. His sucking became faster, his bites harder, and Hannah shivered at the sensation overload.

"And then he pulled out of me and I felt so empty. But then his cock replaced his finger and he pushed, so slowly, into my ass. It was right on the edge of pain but it felt so damn good. I had no idea it could feel so good, Paris."

"God, I want to teach you everything, Hannah."

"And then Cole was fucking me, harder and harder. I'm sure there are bruises on my hips as he held me. I was so close, Paris. I wanted to scream so hard."

"Tell me Cole made you come," Paris panted. He moved his head so he could look down at Hannah. She blinked at the intimacy but continued her story.

"Cole told me to use my hand. He said I had been doing so well on my own earlier, and to show him I could make myself come."

"Did you?"

"Yes," Hannah whispered. "Like this." She moved her hands from Paris's back and in between them. Paris moved his torso up to give her more space.

She was so wet and the movements of Paris's cock made it easy for her to gather her slickness as her fingers found her clit. She rubbed circles over the bundle of nerves, harder as Paris increased his tempo.

His eyes were still on hers but they flickered down to where they were joined before cursing at the sight. There were no words as his gaze found hers again. He simply moved faster, his cock filling her. Hannah's fingers rubbed harder, like an elastic band that was stretched to capacity. With one last rub and one hard thrust from Paris, the band snapped and she cried out as orgasm washed over her.

"Goddamn, I'm coming," Paris yelled out as his body shook inside her. Hannah squeezed the muscles of her pussy, the contractions milking every last drop of come from him.

Finally, Hannah moved her hands and Paris collapsed on top of her, pulling her to her side with him so as to not crush her.

"How do I want you again when you've just given me a fantastic orgasm?" Paris kissed her softly as his hands roamed her back.

"I think I might be a little sore now," Hannah chuckled. "But feel free to wake me up the same way tomorrow."