Chapter 24: Indulgence and Intimacy

The cabana glowed with the warmth of the late sun filtering through gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor as Faith and Kacie prepared for dinner. Laughter echoed from the bedroom, sultry and playful, underscored by the soft shuffle of heels and the rustle of fabric being pulled over bare skin.

Faith stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the neckline of a classic little black dress that hugged her body like a second skin. The hem stopped daringly high on her thighs, showcasing her long legs, and the fabric shimmered subtly with silver threads woven throughout, catching the light as she moved. Her stiletto heels added height and accentuated the graceful line of her calves. She wore no bra, and the dress made no effort to disguise it.

Beside her, Kacie smoothed down the sides of her outfit—a tight white dress that clung to her slim, tan frame. The short hem showed off her toned legs, and a sheer panel across her midriff offered a daring glimpse of underboob, balancing elegance with edge. White stiletto heels completed the look, enhancing every step with a sensual sway.

Paul stepped out of the bathroom in a perfectly tailored steel-gray suit, the fabric subtly complemented the shimmer of Faith’s dress and the brightness of Kacie’s. His crisp white shirt was open at the collar, just enough to suggest ease beneath the polish. The jacket emphasized his broad shoulders, the trousers fitting snug and low.

Faith and Kacie both turned to admire him, their eyes dropping—intentionally—to the front of his trousers.

“God, you wear that suit like a weapon,” Faith murmured, brushing a hand over his chest as she passed him on the way to the vanity.

Kacie grinned, tugging playfully at his belt. “It’s a good thing dinner comes first. I’m starving ... but not just for food.”

Paul chuckled low, his hand sliding down her back. “I thought you two said we were giving it a rest tonight?”

“We lied,” Faith said sweetly, applying one last touch of gloss to her lips. “But only until dessert.”

The teasing continued as they walked through the resort, the scent of tropical flowers in the air, the sky painted in brilliant streaks of orange and pink. Heads turned as they passed, not just because of Paul’s broad frame and sharp suit, but because of the way the women moved around him—like sleek, sultry satellites in his orbit, one on each arm, their laughter tinged with private amusement.

At the restaurant, they were shown to a table on the terrace overlooking the water. Lanterns flickered softly above, the breeze warm and scented with salt and jasmine.

Dinner was exquisite. Faith ordered grilled barramundi with a coconut-lime glaze, paired with sticky rice and roasted eggplant. Kacie chose a prawn sinigang with tamarind broth and fresh greens, tangy and bright. Paul opted for a thick ribeye, perfectly seared and served with a chili-garlic butter and sweet potato mash. They sipped a crisp, cold Albariño that cut through the tropical heat, passing bites between each other on forks with flirtatious smiles and lingering touches under the table.

As they lingered over the last of their wine, Faith leaned in, her voice low and sultry. “So, we’ve talked about tonight...” she began, brushing her fingers lightly up Paul’s thigh. “Kacie wants some one-on-one time with you.”

Kacie bit her lip and gave Paul a slow smile, nodding.

Faith continued, her tone thick with desire. “And I want to watch. I think it’ll be so hot to see you two ... enjoy each other.”

Paul shifted in his seat, adjusting as the fabric of his trousers began to tighten.

“Then,” Faith went on, teasing him now, “while you recover—because you’ll need to—I’ll have some time with Kacie. And you’ll sit and watch as she and I enjoy ourselves.”

Kacie let out a soft, breathy laugh, clearly enjoying the idea.

Faith’s eyes gleamed as she delivered the final blow: “And if you’re ready again ... I want you to take my ass, while Kacie watches.”

The scent of arousal hung in the air, faint but unmistakable. Kacie shifted in her seat, thighs pressing together, while Paul gave an involuntary groan.

They finished their wine in haste, trading heated glances and knowing smiles. The walk back to the cabana was quick, all of them caught between laughter and need, hands occasionally brushing against hips and backs, the tension building with every step.

The door hadn’t even clicked shut behind them before the clothes began to fly. Heels were kicked off, dresses unzipped and shrugged away, shirts tossed aside. The three moved as one into the bedroom, flushed and laughing.

Faith peeled away for a moment, going to the dresser to retrieve her wand vibrator, clicking it on briefly to test the hum before flashing a wicked smile over her shoulder.

Kacie pushed Paul back onto the bed and straddled his hips, already lowering herself to kiss along his jaw, his neck, her hand moving slowly down his chest and between his legs. She found him half-hard and eager, and with deliberate strokes and teasing circles, she brought him to full attention.

Faith reclined in the nearby chair, one leg crossed over the other as she let the wand glide over her inner thigh, then between her legs, her breathing already deepening as she watched.

Kacie leaned forward to whisper in Paul’s ear. “I want it hard. I want it rough.”

She slid off his lap and positioned herself on all fours, presenting herself to him with a wiggle of her hips. “Slap my ass. Pull my hair. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Paul needed no further encouragement.

He rose to his knees behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other trailing up her back to fist in her hair. With a growl, he entered her in a single thrust, and Kacie cried out in pleasure.