Chapter 16: The Calm Before the Fire

By the time they returned to their cabana, the sun was beginning its descent, casting golden light through the swaying palms and turning the water in their private plunge pool into a shimmering mirror. The heat of the day had faded into a sultry warmth, the kind that promised a humid, electric night ahead.

Inside, the air was cool from the silent whirr of the ceiling fans. Faith moved first, walking to the kitchenette and pouring them each a tall glass of chilled fruit water, fresh mint floating at the surface.

They stood barefoot on the tiled floor, sipping quietly, the moment soft and languid.

Paul set his glass down first. “I say we take a quick nap before dinner,” he suggested, stretching just slightly, muscles shifting beneath his shirt. “We all know tonight’s going to be ... long.”

Faith grinned. “Agreed. But after dinner, I want to dance. There’s a club just outside the resort gates—I looked it up earlier.”

Kacie’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please. I haven’t danced in forever.”

“I figured you’d say that,” Faith said with a knowing smirk.

Glasses empty, they drifted toward the bedroom. The bed awaited—broad, luxurious, with crisp white linens pulled back just enough to invite. Paul reached for his buttons, but Faith caught his hands and gave him a look. “Let us.”

He smiled as Faith and Kacie closed in on him. Together, they undressed him with teasing slowness—Faith tugging at his waistband, Kacie lifting his shirt over his head with a playful kiss to his chest. When he was bare, they turned to each other, fingers tugging at thin straps and soft fabric, until both dresses slipped away in quiet rustles, landing in a pile by the foot of the bed.

Faith caught Kacie’s wrist just as she began to press herself against Paul. “That’s enough teasing—for now,” she said with a smile and a raised brow. “Plenty of time for more after dinner.”

They all laughed softly, and Paul climbed into the middle of the bed, sinking into the cool sheets. Kacie followed, curling up on his right side, her arm slipping over his chest, cheek resting against his shoulder. Faith took the left, sliding in closer, her thigh curling over Paul’s, hand brushing Kacie’s as their bodies settled into shared warmth.

The room was quiet now, the late sun painting soft patterns through the gauzy curtains.

Paul drifted first, his breathing evening out.

Kacie followed, her lashes fluttering as she slipped into sleep beside him.

Faith lingered, eyes half-lidded, gaze sweeping over the two she now felt so deeply connected to. And as her own breath slowed, she reached beneath the sheets, resting her hand lightly over Paul’s cock—possessive, affectionate, a promise.

Only then did she close her eyes.

And the three of them slept, wrapped in sun, skin, and the anticipation of the night still to come.

Paul came to with a soft gasp, the familiar warmth and pressure already stirring something deep and primal in him. His cock was hard, impossibly so, and wet. As his eyes fluttered open, the sight that greeted him pulled a low groan from his chest.

Kacie and Faith were crouched between his legs, their mouths moving slowly along the length of his shaft—soft, wet licks like they were savoring a melting treat. Their eyes sparkled with mischief as they looked up, catching him watching them.

“Told you it always wakes him up,” Faith giggled, then took him deep into her mouth in one smooth motion, her throat contracting as she gagged lightly, pulling back with a dramatic gasp and a grin.

She turned to Kacie, handing him off like a precious gift. Kacie tried to mimic the move, lowering slowly, lips stretched wide—but she sputtered and came up short, laughing. “Nope ... not yet,” she breathed, before swirling her tongue around the head, eyes flicking back to Paul.

“We woke up horny,” she told him matter-of-factly, stroking his slick length with slow, lazy ease. “And we’re not waiting. You need to take care of this before dinner.”

Paul groaned again, more amused than overwhelmed. “Tough job,” he murmured. “But I’m up for the challenge.”

He glanced between them. “Who goes where?”

Kacie let his cock slip from her lips with a quiet pop and leaned forward, biting her lip. “I want your mouth. I love how you eat me.”

Faith chuckled low in her throat, already moving to straddle his hips. “Perfect. I’ve been needing your cock all afternoon. But let’s face each other—I want to see you come while I ride him.”