Naked Truths and Open Love

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This story is an entry for the "Nude Day Story Contest 2025 at Literotica"

Naked Truths and Open Love

A drifter artist shed's his inhibitions and drops the weight of the past.

This isn't your typical romance. It's about growing into who you are meant to be. There are exhibitionists, voyeurs, lesbians, group sex, and lots of shared love. Expect steamy moments and naked truths.

You will find love, vulnerability, and a whole lot of skin. Be bold, be free and dive in. Let the tides carry you.

By Sinfantasy

Chapter 1: The Imposing Woman

"Appearances can be deceiving." Everyone has heard these words a thousand times in their life, and yet very few understand them. Then there are some who learn this life lesson the hard way.

Take me, for example. I'm Elliot Carver. I was a lead programmer with a gaming company until two months ago. Dedicated to my job and committed to my dream of a happy family with my girlfriend Emma, I was so lost in my dream that I missed the reality. I found Emma in bed with her coworker. I made a clean break, but my dream died along with my love for her. I quit my job, let go of my lease, and became a drifter. So here I am now in a coastal town in Oregon, doing odd jobs for a living and searching for the meaning of life at twenty-seven.

I'd love to dwell on my trust issues, but I had a delivery to finish. It was a huge order for a beach villa. The owner was a lady named Elena. She was known to be quite demanding. That's why this order was given to an odd-jobber like me.

I stopped my cargo trike at the gate. Looking at the boxes, I knew I was in for some hard labor. However, to my surprise, a cute and petite maid stopped me. She instructed me to unload the boxes and leave.

I sighed in relief and started unloading the boxes. That's when I saw her. She was even taller and bulkier than the maid. She started helping the maid carry the boxes. They were faster than I was. I was sweaty and out of breath by the time I unloaded the last box. To my surprise, they had already cleared everything I had unloaded.

"Thank you so much for the help, Claire," the maid called and started carrying the last box in.

Claire stood by the gate and waved her off. "Don't mention it, Rosa. Elena loves her privacy. She wouldn't have allowed the delivery guy to enter," she replied.

I sighed in relief as I was spared the confrontation with the owner.

Claire smiled at me and handed me a ten for the tip. Then she turned without giving me a second glance.

That's when I really saw her. She was six feet two, with short raven hair, bulging muscles, tanned skin, a thick neck, and a plain oval face. She was rather ordinary and very intimidating. Yet, her hazel eyes were warm. Her tanned skin and ample curves gave her a unique charm. I had felt an unexpected pull towards her. Was it love at first sight?

***

Claire was growing on me as I kept meeting her around town. I saw her tie a shoelace for a gangly kid in the market the next day. She was assisting a server to place the heavy tables together for a party in the evening. She was laid-back and always happy to assist with a smile.

My Ex, Emma, was a gorgeous woman and intensely charismatic. It took me four years to realize her facade. Her superficial charm had left me hollow after our breakup. Claire wasn't as refined as Emma. She was rough around the edges but authentic. Her rawness had pulled me in.

We were no match for each other, though. I was shorter at five-eleven and rather lean and wary, while she was towering and powerful. What really set us apart was mindset. I was rather quiet and conservative. She was adventurous and loved to flaunt her belly piercing with a dangling ruby. She rarely wore a bra, and her nipple barbell piercings were quite apparent. We were polar opposites. I had been here for a month now and had not visited the semi-nude beach nearby, while she clearly had the exhibitionist streak.

I had been celibate for months now. My intimacy with Emma had dwindled way before I caught her cheating. There were signs that our relationship was deteriorating. I was just too blind to see them. But what about now? Was I so desperate that I was falling for the first woman who had smiled at me?

Claire had awakened something within me. Something I thought had died when I left Emma. It wasn't simple attraction. She seemed like she could hold down a storm. I didn't know Claire. We hadn't even exchanged a few words yet. Even then, I somehow knew that we were meant to be.

***

The Oregon beach bar was my usual joint. I sat slouched over the barstool. My third beer was dripping on the counter. The ocean beyond the window was a gray blur due to heavy rain outside. A jukebox played Lynyrd Skynyrd.

My sketchbook was open in front of me. Each drawing was my attempt to keep Emma out of my head. I had been drawing portraits of strangers. It was my way to avoid thinking about myself.

The door chimed, and someone entered the bar. I looked up and was surprised to see Claire. She walked up to the counter and ordered a drink.

The bartender was a sassy woman named Dot. Dot was not the friendly type. She commanded the bar patrons with her hoarse voice. It seemed Dot and Claire knew each other well.

I picked up my sketchbook as I looked at Claire. My pencil flew across the paper with an obsession to make her alive on the paper. She was dressed in shorts, a sleeveless tee, and leather boots. My mind had a different vision, though. My fingers acted on their own accord as I started drawing a garden with a flower patch. Claire in a summer dress appeared next. I didn't mean to stare, but my eyes lingered on her.

Dot caught me staring. "Draw me next, Picasso!" her voice boomed. Her grin was wide and playful. "But my charm isn't free. So you better tip big!"

The bar patrons started laughing at her comment. Claire's eyes locked on me as she took notice of my presence. My cheeks burned at her gaze. Her boots clicked against the floor on every step as she sauntered towards me. A warm scent of lavender hit me as she closed in.

"Why draw me?" she asked. Her voice sounded teasing. She leaned closer to look at my drawing. Her closeness sent a shiver through me. "There's a nudist beach nearby. Way more to sketch there." Her hazel eyes sparkled with a challenge.

My heart was racing as I fumbled at her ease. "Your smile and your kindness," I said. "It lights up this dump." The words felt awkward, but I couldn't stop. "You're real. Not like... her."

Her smirk softened as she took a seat beside me. Her knee grazed mine. That fleeting touch sent heat curling through my veins.

"Not like who?" she asked. Her voice was gentle and curious. Her eyes locked on mine as she leaned against the bar.

I saw her T-shirt opening around her deep neckline. The steel of her barbell nipple piercing against her brown areolae caught my eye. My throat tightened as a spark of desire flickered through me.

She noticed but did not bother to adjust her posture. "Oh, please. It's just some skin. Now tell me who broke your heart."

I took a long swig of my beer. "Emma," I said. The name still sounded heavy on my tongue.

Claire listened to my story intently with her chin resting on her hand. Her gaze never wavered.

"I understand," she said softly. "I have been hurt before. My partner pulled me out from a very bad place. Loyalty means everything to me." Her thumb brushed my wrist in silent support. "You've got a spark, shy guy. You might find it again on that beach."

The touch ignited a warmth that spread through me. It made me feel sensual and alive. Yet the mention of her partner killed my desire. "A nudist beach?" I said nervously. "Not sure I'm ready for that."

She grinned mischievously. "It's semi-nudist. Clothes optional. It's about freedom, not showing off." She leaned closer to give me a full view of her breasts and nipple piercings under her T-shirt again. "Try it. Might loosen you up."

Dot overheard our conversation. "He's too busy brooding to strip, Claire!" she shouted. "Bet his sketches are all tears and rain!" She picked up a rug and continued wiping the counter.

Claire's laugh was bright and unguarded. She flicked a peanut at Dot. Dot gasped and clutched her chest dramatically. "You wound me, girl!" she cried. Her antics sparked more laughter from the crowd.

"Careful with this one," Dot added while pointing at Claire. "She might break you, Picasso!"

Claire rolled her eyes. She turned back to me with a grin. "The sea's honest," she whispered. "It pulls you in. Strips you bare. You'll see."

Her eyes met mine and my chest tightened with hope. I nodded. "Maybe I'll check it out," I said.

I tore out the page of her portrait from my sketchbook and handed it to her. "For you," I said.

She took it while deliberately touching my fingers. The touch sent another jolt through me. Her eyes softened as she studied the sketch. "This is beautiful," she said. "You really saw me."

She traced the lines of the summer dress on the sketch and then looked at me mischievously. "Prude," she taunted playfully.

I chuckled. "Your partner is lucky to have you," I said. My longing and hurt slipped into my voice unknowingly.

Our eyes locked for a moment and I felt a real bond with her. The jukebox switched to Springsteen, Born to Run. The music pulsed through the air as I felt the moment stretch.

She smiled. "I'm the lucky one here. My partner definitely knew how to sweep me off my feet." Her eyes lingered on mine.

"Oh," I whispered.

She chuckled. "See you around," she said and walked towards Dot. She handed a big tip and left the bar.

I drained my beer. The glass felt heavy in my hand. My short connection with Claire had hit a dead end. She was already committed. There was nothing I could do about it.

Her kindness had warmed my heart. It helped to dull the ache a bit. I didn't know what waited on that beach, but I wanted to dive in.

******

Chapter 2: The Siren's Tide

The beach was lively as always. Kids screaming and chasing the waves crashing with a salty roar. Gulls wheeling overhead with their ringing cries sharp against the wind. A pack of college kids throwing frisbee. I'd been to this Oregon coast stretch before. Sketching strangers was my way of keeping my ghosts at bay. However, I had a different destination in mind for today.

Claire had ignited the spark within me. I was not sure if visiting a semi-nude beach would resolve my issues, but I wanted to break my routine. Her promise of freedom has grown in my thoughts since yesterday. I wanted to feel alive today.

I wasn't here to strip. My faded Metallica tee and cargo shorts clung to me like armor. I just wanted to see what Claire saw in this place. My first impression was chaotic. This place was just noise. There were cliffs on the far end of the beach. The sound of crashing waves against the cliff overlapped the display of skin.

I saw sunburned tourists, string bikinis, and equally tiny speedos. Some drunk guy was yelling about SPF. Looking at his red skin he must have forgotten the sunscreen. I don't know what Claire had seen in this place. So far it was disappointing. Her face flickered in my mind. Her hazel eyes and raw kindness filled me again. Alas, she had a partner in shadows. There was no hope for me.

My sketchbook lay open on my lap. My pencil started scratching the horizon on the paper. The seascape was more appealing than the portraits here. Then a flash of emerald caught my eye.

She was like a goddess from the fantasy novels. Late twenties maybe, dark hair tied in a loose bun, long legs, taut stomach, healthy curves, and ample breasts that defied gravity. She wore her emerald thong with more confidence than the fabric. Sunscreen glistened on her golden skin. Her ass was completely bare against the thong straps. Her walk was a dare for every eye to linger. She owned the crowd with her commanding presence, and she knew it.

I shook my head and found a driftwood log to settle down on. This woman was trouble. Entitled, high-maintenance, and untouchable. Not my type. Or rather, way out of my league. Emma was a lie wrapped in silk. This woman was a storm. Unapologetic and raw. Could this storm be any truer? I hoped so. Emma was good at hiding her flaws while this woman owned them.

This line of thinking was not helping. I could not keep comparing every woman I saw with Emma. I forced myself to sketch the ocean and ignore the enticing view.

A sharp crack cut through the air--a slap. It was followed by murmurs and stifled laughs. Some overconfident, chiseled frat boy had approached the goddess. He had tried to flaunt a significant bulge in his tiny trunks. The goddess had punished him for his obscenity. She was not yet done, though. The goddess snatched his phone and smashed it against a rock. Then hurled the wreckage into the surf. Her arms were surprisingly strong as the pieces flew far away in the sea.

"You should have deleted the pics when I asked, creep," she said. Her voice was sharp like a slicing blade.

The guy's smirk vanished. He raised his hands and muttered, "bitch." His ego was bruised, and he slunk off shortly.

A woman nearby whispered "classless" under her breath.

The goddess turned around to face the woman. Her blue eyes glaring at her. "Jealousy's a bad look, hon," she shot back. Even her smile was sharp like a blade.

The crowd scattered soon. The goddess looked disappointed. It seemed she reveled in the chaos. I couldn't look away from her anymore. This woman was the polar opposite of Claire, but her fire pulled at me. My pencil froze. A new desire flickered in my heart. I hated myself for it. Was I so desperate? Had Emma broken me to this extent?

I did not have time to wallow in self-pity. She was heading toward the cliffside at the beach. I had heard of multiple incidents of people getting hurt in that area. Someone was caught by a rogue wave and smashed against the jagged rocks recently. The tide was due in an hour and I had to stop her.

Emma used to mock my "fixer" streak. A habit I couldn't control even when it had bit me in the ass many times. Maybe this woman didn't need saving, but I had to do my part. Those cliffs didn't care about her confidence.

"Hey," I called and jogged after her. My voice wobbled. Her near-nudity scrambled my brain. Up close, she was even more striking. Her blue eyes had the depth of an ocean. Freckles dusted her sharp nose. Her smirk said she knew her power. "The cliffs aren't safe. Loose rocks, high tide coming. People have gotten hurt."

She sized me up. Her gaze raked over me as an insect she did not bother to squish. "Oh, a Boy Scout," she drawled. Her voice was dripping with mockery. "What's next, you carry my bag? I'm fine, loser. Save someone who cares." She snorted while tossing her hair. "Nice shirt. Vintage dumpster?"

Heat crept up my neck. Her barb didn't sting, but her presence did. She was bold and unyielding. Just like Claire, but sharper and more dangerous.

"I'm not saving you," I said. "Just a heads-up. Tide's in soon." I pointed at a faded sign. "Danger: Unstable Cliffs, High Tide Risk."

She rolled her eyes. "God, you're dull. I've climbed worse in stilettos. Run along, do-gooder." She dismissed me with a wave of her hand. Then she turned and started walking towards the cliff.

I stood there till her silhouette disappeared around a bend. Damn it, I admired her nerve. She was a wave you'd dive into while knowing it'd knock you flat. Claire's warmth had cracked my walls. But this woman was like a spark to dry tinder.

I shook my head and trudged back to my log. She was an adult. Her risks, her consequences.

I sketched for another half hour and finished the seascape. It wasn't as appealing as portraits. The wind had started picking up. The clouds were rolling in. The beach thinned out as the tide started creeping in closer. My watch read thirty minutes to high tide.

I was about to pack up when I realized she hadn't returned yet. Her mocking "do-gooder" echoed in my head. I cursed my conscience. Chasing her would make me look like an idiot if she was fine. But if she wasn't? I'd never forgive myself for not helping.

I shoved my sketchbook into the log's groove and cursed my conscience again. I knew it was a stupid decision, but I headed for the cliffs. The path was rough. The rocks were slick with mist. The ocean's roar grew louder. There was no sign of her along the path.

I was already beyond the safe shores. The constant test of balance on the rocky path had left me winded. Her fierce eyes flashed in my mind as a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. She was in trouble.

***

I had reached the area covered with jagged rocks when I heard a faint yell. The sound was cut off by the crash of a wave. I froze and strained to listen. There it was again, sharp and desperate. I scrambled higher than I had ever done before. The wind stung my eyes, and my breath came in short bursts. "Fuck," I groaned.

I pushed harder and rounded a bend. There she was perched on a small outcrop. Her ankle was swollen, and blood smeared her calf. Her face was pale. She locked her blue eyes on me in annoyance.

"You," she snapped.

My sneakers were slipping on wet stone. I barely managed to reach her.

"Took you long enough. What, you stopped for a latte first?" Her voice was pure venom, but she couldn't hide the fear in her voice.

She was a mess. Her hair was plastered to her face. The cut on her leg looked nastier than I'd hoped. Even then, she was still stunning.

"Save the attitude," I said while crouching beside her. "Can you walk?" I reached for her ankle.

She winced and jerked away. "Don't touch me," she hissed. "This is your fault. You should have made me listen."

Her logic was so absurd. I would have laughed, but the rising water below us killed any humor. The tide was surging. The path back to the beach was a frothy mess.

"My fault?" I said. I kept my voice steady despite the urge to snap back. "You're the one who called me a prude and marched up here. Now hold still."

I ignored her glare and checked her ankle. It wasn't broken. The cut wasn't deep, and it had stopped gushing. She needed a doctor, if we made it back alive, that is. I glanced at the path. It was now underwater. We weren't getting back that way.

Her eyes followed mine. "What now, genius?" she said. Her hands gripped the rock like it might save her.

The waves were louder now. The air was thick with salt. I could feel the clock ticking. I'd heard about a sea cave nearby. The opening was a narrow slit in the cliffs. The locals used it as a last resort when the tide cut them off. The only problem was I had never seen it before. I only knew the general direction.

"We're not stuck yet," I said while meeting her eyes. "There's a cave. Maybe a hundred yards that way. We can make it if we move now. You've got to trust me, though." I held out my hand.

She stared at me. Her lips pursed like she wanted to curse me. "Trust you?" she said. Her voice cracked. "I don't even know you."

She took my hand after a second. Her grip was tight as I helped her up. Her body was sagging against mine. The warmth of her skin sent a jolt through me.

"Let's go," she said. Her voice was shaky but sharp.

I nodded. I supported her weight as we moved down. The tide was surging like it wanted to swallow us.

The ocean was like a beast. The waves were clawing at the rocks. She winced at the touch of salty water against the cut.

Her sprained ankle and injured calf made every step hard. Her soaked thong clung to her skin. Her arm was wrapped around my shoulder.

She was blaming me even in this situation. Her venomous jabs rang in my ear. I ignored it all and focused on getting us to safety.

Her body was pressed close to mine. I could feel her warmth against the cold spray of the waves. My heart was pounding hard. Was it from the danger or her nearness? I couldn't tell.

"Move faster," she snapped. Her breath was hot on my ear. The tremors from her body told a different story. This was an impossible scenario. This goddess was leaning against me for help. She was trusting me. It was the combination of her recklessness and my need to help.

******

Chapter 3: Caught in the Surge

The water was climbing fast. We were past the sharp rocks by now. Her limp was slowing us down. We did not have much chance to cross the wet rocks on foot.

There was a bend up ahead. We had to cross the curve of the rock to reach the next cliff. A desperate plan formed in my mind. I wanted to jump in the water and use the waves to carry us along the remaining distance. It was a reckless idea, but it was the only choice that could take us to safety before the tide storms in.

"Let me pick you up," I said. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in front of me. "Wrap your arms around me and hold me tight," I called.

"What are you doing?" She asked in panic but followed my instructions. When she was secure in my arms, I moved towards the edge slowly. My muscles were burning as I carried her weight. My desire flared despite the stakes.

Her nearly naked skin had its effect on me. She felt my erection pressing against her belly. "What the fuck?" she called but did not release her hold on me.

I ignored her words and focused on the timing of waves. The next big wave was rushing in. "Take a deep breath," I called and leaned back against the rock for some momentum. Then I jumped.

She gritted her teeth and tightened her hold on me. I could feel her legs wrapping around my torso. The seawater must have stung the cut on her calf. She was using my body to minimize the water contact on her cut.

My timing was right. The wave propelled us towards the next cliff with force. I had underestimated the force of the wave. We were moving faster than expected. I could see the wave opening up ahead. The rocks were fairly smooth here. All I had to do now was reach the rocks and hold on tight.

The cliff was near, and I braced for impact. I turned myself so my back was facing the cliff. My back struck against the rock hard along with the wave. I barely felt anything in the water, but I knew I would regret it later. We both managed to grab on to the rocks and avoid the pull of the receding wave.

Her eyes were wide but there was a sense of relief in them. "You just gambled our lives," she whispered. There was no snark left in her.

"We need to climb to reach the cave. Can you move and cling to my back?" I asked.

She gave me a deep look and nodded. "Keep going," she whispered as she shifted on my back.

Desperation can make you do the impossible things. The waves kept hitting up while we started climbing higher. I felt my muscles burn with strain with each step. Her legs were around my waist for balance. Our bodies were pressed tight.

The cave's dark mouth grew closer. I managed the last of the climb. The cave's darkness swallowed us as I waded in. We'd made it.

***

The damp cave was no paradise, just the stone and shadows. It was much bigger from the inside. There was a carved platform at the far end of the cave. Comfortable enough for us to sit and relax for a few hours.

I knew from the local tales that the cave was safe. But that did not remove the fear of closed spaces. We were losing the light fast. The ocean roar was echoing around us. Now we had to keep our cool till the tide receded.

She slumped against the rock. Her chest was heaving. Her bikini top had slipped. One breast was fully exposed while the other was barely covered. Both of her nipples were hard from the cold. She didn't seem to care. Her eyes were fixed on the cave entrance and the sight of ocean waves in the distance.

My face was hot despite the chills. We were safe for now, but her leg needed attention. I could see the thin trail of blood from the open cut. Her ankle was swollen and had turned purple-red. I removed my tee and tore a strip. The fabric rippled easily. The sound broke her trance-like state.

I knelt to wrap her calf. "This'll sting," I warned. I wanted to tie the wound for support and stop the bleeding.

"Ow, easy!" she yelped. She swatted my hand away. "What are you, a butcher? God, you're rough." Her tone was sharp as a blade, but she didn't pull away.

I tied off the makeshift bandage. My fingers brushed against her calf. She shivered in response. I could see a trail of goosebumps on her skin as I worked. Her smell was messing with my head. Our eyes met again. Her bitchy mask slipped for the first time. There was a genuine smile on her face.

"Thanks," she muttered. As if catching herself, she added, "Don't get cocky. You're still the idiot, you know. Why did you let me come up here?"

I snorted and shook my head. She couldn't resist a jab even in this situation. The "thank you" was more than I could expect from her.

The waves were crashing insistently now. An inch of water had filled the cave. If this was not scary enough, we could see clouds gathering on the horizon. The light was dimming as a splatter of the rain sounded against the cave entrance.

"The locals say the cave is safe," I assured her. But honestly, I was convincing myself. We had nowhere to run from here.

"We're stuck here till the tide drops," I said. My voice echoed in the cave. "Four hours, maybe. You okay?"

She nodded, but I could feel her body tremble. She shifted closer.

The air was damp, but the cave was getting colder. Her bare shoulders pressed against mine as we shared warmth. She was shivering. I hesitated but then draped my arms around her to pull her close. Her head rested on my shoulder. I started talking to distract us from the sound of crashing waves and splattering raindrops. Anything to keep our minds off the cold and harshness of nature around us.

"This cave's been here forever. Locals call it the Hideout. Smugglers used it back in the day, or so they say."

She made a small sound. Half laugh and half snort.

I kept rambling about the coast, the tides, anything to fill the silence.

She shifted closer. Her breasts pressed against my sides. Her nipples were hard, as if poking holes against my skin.

I froze. My story stumbled at her touch.

She noticed and smirked. "What, never felt a tit before?" she teased. Her voice had regained its edge.

I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the cave's ceiling. But she wasn't done. "You're so uptight. What's your deal? Bad breakup? Mommy issues?" Her tone was mocking but curious.

I sighed. "Bad breakup," I admitted slowly. "Emma, my ex. She cheated on me with someone she called better. It messed me up, trust-wise. Not much to tell." I braced for a jab.

Her hand rested on my chest. It felt warm and strangely intimate. "Sounds like a pathetic drama." Her voice lacked its usual bite. "Her loss. You're... solid. Not like most guys, all talk and no spine."

Her words caught me off guard. I glanced at her.

"We need to get out of these wet clothes," she whispered and removed her bikini. "Help me remove the bottom piece," she called.

My breath hitched. "Umm... is that..."

"What? It's just some skin. Don't be a prude now," she called in irritation.

Had it been any other situation, I would have protested. I swear. But it's not like she would have asked me to be naked if not for such a perilous situation. The cold was getting to us, and wet clothes were not helping. There was no point in arguing with her.

I compiled with hesitation. The darkness in the cave obscured her nakedness, but I could tell she was bald down there. My tee was already gone. My shorts and boxers followed shortly.

Her blue eyes were focused on mine. Almost earnest. She climbed in my lap. Her hand reached for my cock that was slowly gaining an erection. She slapped my cock hard. "Behave," she whispered.

I winced at her aggression.

She pressed my cock down and carefully settled in my lap. My cock was trapped between her ass cheeks. She closed her legs around me and hugged me tight. Her naked breasts pressed flat against my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder and nuzzled in my neck.

"Don't let it go to your head. Now, keep me warm," she added. Her body molded against mine like she couldn't get close enough.

The cave felt smaller. I wondered what I'd gotten myself into. My fantasies were running wild, but I had to stay in control for now.

"You're not what I expected," I whispered. It was more to myself than to her.

She laughed and hugged me tighter. If that was even possible.

"Good," she whispered. "I'm never what anyone expects." Her words hung there.

They sounded like a promise. Or maybe a threat. Our close body contact had its effect on me. My cock had gained full erection by now.

"God, you're hopeless," she said.

"I can't help it," I muttered.

"You focus on not freezing," she whispered. Her ass cheeks clenched to trap my cock between them. I tensed. My every nerve screaming to move my hips. It had been too long for me, but I endured.

"Such a gentleman," she teased. Her fingers trailed along my arm. "Bet you're dying to rock your hips." Her voice was playful, but there was an edge to it.

I couldn't ignore her heat. My hands gripped her hips as I rocked forward slowly. My cock slid across her smooth skin as I whimpered.

"I have been celibate for the last few months. I don't think I can control myself," I croaked.

"So what? Are you going to force me?" She asked with the same old venom in her voice.

That just killed the moment for me. I removed my hands from her hips and closed my eyes. I focused on my breathing, on crashing waves, on anything to keep my head clear.

She may be a bitch, but I felt her pull. It was like I was caught in her tide. Similar to the one that was raging outside. She was dragging me somewhere I wasn't ready to go. I wasn't sure I wanted to fight it either. It was going to be a hard battle to keep my desires in check.

Time crawled as we remained still in our close intimacy. Despite her harsh words, she had not tried to separate from me. Her ass cheeks kept gripping my cock to keep my desires simmering. I kept telling myself it was for warmth, but she made my blood hum. I was about to develop a serious case of blue balls.

******

Chapter 4: Tangled in the Tide

The cave felt like a damp prison. The darkness had enveloped us by now. The roar of waves continued to echo and the raindrops kept on splattering. Random flashes of lightning showed the scary scene of raging waves. The nature had invoked the primal fear of survival in us.

Elena clung to me like a lifeline. Her bare skin pressed tight against mine. Her body trembled in fear. She started blabbering to distract her mind.

It was a torrent of stories. Her life as a rich girl. The lavish parties. Men who chased her and got burned. Women she teased for sport. Her business, some vague empire she ruled with a smirk. Her words were sharp and dismissive. They were just fillers, though. She hardly shared anything concrete to relate to her as a person.

"People think they know me," she said. "They don't. They're just props in my story." It felt like she was boasting. Her pride was dripping in every word.

Then her focus shifted. Her lips lingered against my ear. "You're an idiot," she whispered. "But solid. Really solid."

She had used the word "Solid" the second time. It landed like a rare gift. Was she mocking me? Or was there something real beneath her venom?

I didn't know what to make of her. One minute, she was a storm of barbs. The next, she was vulnerable. Her blue eyes bore through mine in the dim light.

"You're not leaving me," she said suddenly. Her voice was sharp but shaky. "Not until I'm fixed. You're on the hook, do-gooder." Her gaze locked onto me.

"On the hook?" I raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who wanted to feel the adventure. I'm just the idiot who followed." My jab sounded weak.

Her lips twitched in a smile. "Exactly," she whispered against my ear. "You saved me. So you're stuck with me. Try to ditch me, and I'll make your life hell."

I snorted. The way she clung to me showed her desperation. I felt an undeniable pull to her. Her nakedness and her unapologetic fire had cracked the sludge around my heart. Claire's words about the beach echoed in my mind. Was this the freedom she meant?

Maybe I was desperate for connection. The loneliness of the last few months had made me reckless. I didn't even know her name yet and still I wanted to take my chances.

"Will you go on a date with me?" I blurted. My voice was rough with hope.

Her eyes widened. Then she laughed out loud. The cutting sound echoed in the cave. "Yes, I would love to," she said mischievously. "That is, if you survive another day." She added.

I was caught off guard. "What do you mean?"

Her smile turned wicked. "My lover's probably tearing this coast apart looking for me. Possessive, jealous goofball. I doubt you'd survive." She leaned closer again. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

My heart sank. The warmth in my chest turning to ash. Claire had a partner. Now this goddess had a lover. Why was life toying with me? My erection faded in an instant. My hands slipped from her waist to brace against the platform below. Pain flared in my back. The bruises from the cliff impact had not registered in my mind yet.

Her cruel smile didn't waver. She kept holding me still. Her grip was oddly gentle.

"I'm not worried," I muttered. "All I did was help someone. Your lover would be crazy to come after me."

"Oh, really?" she teased. "How'd you explain us naked? Your hard-on pressed against me for hours?"

Her words stung, but I didn't bite. The ache in my balls was a reminder of my restraint.

The clouds had cleared by now. The sunlight was returning. The cave started warming up, but I felt cold and deflated.

"I'll carry you back when the tide's low," I said. My enthusiasm was gone.

"No need," she replied smugly. "I have been coming to this cave since I was a kid. My lover will be here the second the tide drops. It's our spot."

My jaw dropped. "So I'm the idiot who risked his neck for nothing?" My voice cracked. "You didn't need me at all."

"Aww... don't be like that," she cooed. Her smirk had softened. "Yes, I would have made it here alone. That doesn't mean I don't appreciate the hero act."

Her words didn't lift the weight in my chest. I stayed silent. My eyes settled at the cave's mouth. The tide was receding now.

"You're a tourist, right?" she asked. "You're moving into my villa when we get back."

I opened my mouth to protest, but something clicked. "Villa? The one by the beach?"

She nodded with a smirk.

"You're Elena," I said. The realization dawned on me. The demanding owner of the beach villa where I had made the delivery. The one Rosa and Claire had mentioned.

"The baddest bitch in town," she said with pride.

I had no words. I just dropped my head back and closed my eyes.

The tide was low now. We heard the urgent voices from the outside. Elena finally slid off my lap. My legs had gone numb. I slowly leaned back and lay down on the platform. I welcomed the pain as my back touched the rocky surface.

"Elena? You in there?" a worried voice called.

"In here, lover," Elena shouted back. She tested her ankle before stepping down from the platform.

A figure burst into the cave and pulled Elena into a crushing hug. Their lips met in a fierce kiss.

I looked up to see who it was. Her lover was... a woman?

They parted for air after a while. The figure's hazel eyes locked onto me in a shock.

"Claire?" I croaked. My voice was raw with shock.

"You?" Claire's eyes widened in surprise.

I felt a knot in my stomach. Claire and Elena? Lovers? The connection hit me like a rogue wave. I'd been drawn to both. Their authenticity and unapologetic strength had pulled me in. My fleeting hopes feel like sand slipping through my fingers. I slumped against the cold rock. My nakedness felt symbolic to my vulnerability. The universe was laughing at my expense.

Claire's gaze flicked to my bare skin. Her expression was unreadable for a moment. Then her eyes narrowed.

"What the hell happened here?" she asked. There was a sharp edge to her voice.

I could relate to her. Finding your lover naked with someone was not exactly a pleasant sight.

Claire shook her head and knelt beside Elena to inspect the makeshift bandage. Her fingers gently traced the cut on her calf.

"Boy Scout here played hero," Elena said. She still had her mischievous smirk. "Twisted my ankle by accident. He got me to the cave safely. Kept me warm too." She was teasing, but her blue eyes showed some warmth.

Claire checked Elena's ankle carefully.

My face was flushed. "Nothing happened, trust me," I protested. The memory of Elena's body pressed against mine felt like a betrayal now. I couldn't meet Claire's eyes. "I just did what was necessary."

Claire's jaw tightened. "Necessary, huh?" Her voice had a bite to it. The trace of jealousy made my gut twist. "You two looked pretty cozy when I got here."

"Claire," Elena reached for Claire's hand. "He's solid. Not like the others. He risked his neck for me. A stranger who gave him nothing but grief. That's rare." She glanced at me. "And trust me, babe. He's got self-control for days. Kept his hands to himself even when I was... well, me."

Claire looked at me carefully. Her eyes had softened after Elena's soothing words. "Looks like you got dragged through the surf. You okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine," I said. My back screamed in protest. "Just some bruises. Elena's the one who needs a doctor."

"Damn right," Elena cut in. "But first, he's coming to the villa. No arguments." Her eyes held something I couldn't grasp.

Claire's head snapped up. "The villa? Our villa?" Her voice carried a possessive edge. "Why, babe? What's this guy got to do with us? We don't need some drifter crashing at our space." Her voice was laced with a guarded intensity.

Elena cupped Claire's face. Her thumb brushed against Claire's cheek. "You're my heart, Claire. Always will be. You know that." Her voice softened, but there was a hint of something unspoken. "Remember our talks about the change? About... adding something to our life. He's not just some guy. He's got spark. I'm not letting him slip away yet."

My brows furrowed. Talked about what? I couldn't decode the meaning.

Claire's expression softened. Her eyes flicked to me. She was weighing whether I was a threat or a puzzle.

"Spark?" Claire echoed. The jealousy still lingered in her voice. "You are not into collecting strays. Why him?" She forced a smile.

Elena grinned. "Not a stray. He's different. He didn't flinch when I was at my bitchiest. Didn't try to take advantage when he could have." She glanced at me. "And I owe him, Claire. You know I always pay my debts."

I opened my mouth to protest. "Look, I am not a charity case. I don't want to get in the middle of... whatever this is," I said. My voice was rough. "I just want to get you to a doctor and go back to my life. No drama."

Elena's eyes flashed. "Oh, no, you don't," she said firmly. Almost commanding. "You promised you wouldn't leave until I was fixed, Boy Scout. I'm holding you to it. You're coming to the villa, and I won't take no for an answer." Her tone softened. I saw a shade of vulnerability in her. "Besides, I'll cut the bitchiness. Promise."

Claire snorted with reluctant amusement. "Good luck with that, babe."

She turned to me. Her hazel eyes felt a little warmer now. "You should know, shy guy. She's not kidding about debts. Also... that drawing of me in a summer dress was beautiful. You saw me for something more than my appearance. That's rare, too."

A wicked grin spread across Elena's face. "Oh, so he's that artist, Elliot? Perfect. You're going to sketch me too. A lot. But none of this summer dress nonsense." She gestured to her naked skin. "I want me. The real deal. Not your imaginary version."

I swallowed hard. "How did you know my name?"

Elena looked at Claire. "He is a little dumb too." She then looked at me. "Did you forget that you signed Claire's sketch?"

I was caught in the tide of their energy. There was no escape for me now.

"Fine. I'll come to the villa. I'll sketch you too. But I'm not signing up for your drama." I knew I was lying to myself. Deep down I wanted to be a part of their chaos.

Claire grinned at me. She then helped Elena to her feet with a gentleness that made my chest ache. "Too late for that, shy guy," she said playfully. "You're already in the tide."

Elena leaned into Claire and looked at me. "And trust me, Boy Scout, you're going to like the ride."

The ocean had calmed down by now. The afternoon sunlight bathed the cave in gold. I didn't know what awaited me at the villa. I was bruised and battered, but I felt alive. Trouble was coming, no doubt. Elena had some plan for me, and I had no clue what. I'd have to keep an open mind to survive it.

******

Chapter 5: Bruised Bonds

My body was a canvas of pain the next day. My left leg and arm were covered with red and blue bruises. I could feel my back covered with bandages. My left-side ribs throb a little with every breath. Slamming into the cliff was a terrible experience I never wanted to repeat.

The doc said I was lucky. Nothing was broken, but I was bruised pretty badly. The pain meds were still in effect, and I knew I'd live in hell for the coming days.

Elena sat on the next bed. Apart from the bandages on her ankle and calf, she looked pretty fine. She was glaring at a nurse for suggesting crutches.

"I'm not some fucking invalid," Elena snapped.

The nurse was running out of patience. She just sighed. "Just a matter of weeks, ma'am. The good news is your cut will heal clean. No scars."

Elena's jaw clenched. I could see her frustration. She hated being vulnerable.

Claire stood beside her. "Babe, you're not winning this fight," she said. She brushed a dark strand of hair from Elena's face. Her fingers lingered in tender touch. Their intimacy made my heart clench.

Elena turned to me. "You look like shit, Sketchpad." Her tone was softer this time.

I tried to laugh, but my chest hurt. "Went big for you, didn't I?"

She snorted. "Dumbass."

Claire turned to me. Her ruby belly piercing glinted under the fluorescent lights. She gave me a tender hug. I felt her nipple piercings through her crop top.

"You're tougher than you look, shy guy." Her hand brushed against my bruises. The touch soothed my pain for a second. "Elena told me about the stunt you pulled off. Thank you. But no more heroics, got it?"

I nodded. Her closeness stirred a longing I couldn't shake. The memories of the cave still haunted me. Elena's naked body pressed against mine. Claire's jealousy when she found us. I was not sure what I wanted anymore.

The doctor came for a visit after a while. "Mr. Carver, you're cleared. Rest, ice, no heavy lifting. Ms. Vasquez, keep weight off that ankle. Follow up in ten days."

He handed us the discharge papers and left. Elena's muttered curses had no effect on him.

Claire squeezed Elena's hand to silence her. "We've got this," she said.

Then she turned to me, Her hazel eyes locked on mine. "Your stuff's at the villa, Elliot. I had your motel cleared out. Those rags you called clothes? I trashed them."

My jaw dropped. "You what?"

I had pretty much sold off all my possessions. There wasn't much to call stuff, but it was mine. Claire's move hit me like a punch. It stirred the memories of Emma's controlling bullshit. I pushed back my retort. Claire was not Emma.

She could see my conflict and approached me. "You're one of us now, shy guy," she said with a smile. "No point staying in that dump. I will take you shopping when you heal. You won't need your clothes for a while anyways."

Elena propped on her crutches and reached me. "Don't look so freaked, Boy Scout. You'll love the villa. Plenty of room to brood." Her grin was wicked. "Besides, I owe you. You're not slipping away anytime soon."

I swallowed hard. "Didn't sign up for this." I mumbled.

Claire simply laughed at me. "Too late, shy guy. You're in deep."

***

I was in the backseat as we approached the Villa. It was on the cliff facing the ocean. I had only seen the huge compound walls at the gate before. The inside of the villa was a fucking shock to my beliefs. It was an exhibitionist's paradise.

Most of the walls were tinted glass. They reflected the sunlight without compromising the view inside. Lush garden, lots of indoor plants, polished wood flooring, and minimalistic furniture. It was pure elegance. Not to mention the view of the ocean. You could feel the waves approaching from the distance.

Rosa, the maid from my delivery day, was waiting for us. She was in a sheer bikini. Her tanned curves were on full display and her grin was pure mischief.

"Back so soon, delivery boy?" She asked.

My face heated. "Rosa, right?" I managed.

She nodded while eyeing my hospital sweats. "You need to get out of them soon," she teased. Then turned to Elena. "Need help, boss?"

Claire waved her off. "I've got it," she muttered. She helped Elena walk over to the couch.

I lingered by the door. Their world was so different. I didn't belong here.

"C'mon, Sketchpad," Elena called. "Don't stand there like a lost dog." Her blue eyes held a challenge for me. She gestured towards the couch.

I followed in. My brand-new sneakers squeaked against the polished wood. The villa felt like an open stage. I was utterly exposed here.

Elena tossed her crutches aside with a dramatic sigh. Her sundress followed soon. She sat back in her black thong and bare breasts. She caught me staring and smirked. "What, did you not get the better view in the cave?"

Claire chuckled. She pulled off her tank top and shorts to reveal lacy red panties. Her ample breasts and barbell piercings appeared in plain sight. Her ruby belly piercing sparkled against her tanned skin.

"Boxers only, shy guy," she teased. "House rules."

My conservative instincts screamed. Emma used to fault her skimpy outfits, but she never asked me to participate. This was a whole new level. Claire and Elena's ease with their bodies was a dare. Their eyes were on me. I had a decision to make. Well, they had already seen me naked.

"Fine," I muttered. Discarding the garbs was easy. My gray boxers felt flimsy. The feeling of being exposed was overwhelming.

Rosa whistled. She had removed her top, and her perky breasts were in plain sight. Her tight bikini bottom had formed a camel toe.

"Not bad, delivery boy. You're blushing already."

Claire handed Elena a glass of whiskey. She then passed me a beer. The touch of her fingers sent a jolt through me.

"You need some liquid courage, shy guy," she said. "Relax a bit and let go."

I stayed silent and sipped my beer. Claire had been so kind and calm so far, but soon I saw her possessive side soon. Now that Elena was safe, Claire unleashed her fury on her for being reckless. I saw Elena on the defensive for the first time. I felt another knot in my chest when they ended up making out right in front of me.

I was feeling more at ease by the time I finished my beer. Claire had calmed down by then. Elena rested her head in Claire's lap. Despite her appearance, Claire was a big softy. She had her fingers curled in Elena's hair. They were talking about mundane things as if nothing was out of the norm here.

"How are you feeling, hero?" Claire asked.

I chuckled. "At ease," I replied. "But I am no hero."

"You keep saying that," she smiled. "Let's move to the best room in the house," she called.

I followed them to a wide room at the edge of the cliff. The ocean felt right beneath you from here. "No clothes allowed" sign hung on the wall. There was a huge, steaming hot tub on the side. The rest of the area was empty except for a few lush plants and cushioned loungers.

Elena was the first one to strip naked as she stood against the glass wall in her full glory. Claire followed her and leaned on the lounger with her legs open. I did not want to ogle, but the diamond piercing on her clit caught my eye.

I was thankful that they did not push me to remove my boxers. My inhibitions were still too strong for the simmering sexual tension in the room.

Rose walked in with my sketchbook in her arms. "Want to draw some naked portraits?" she asked.

I sat across from Claire and Elena. My pencil moved on instinct. Their raw beauty was overwhelming. Elena had asked for her real portrait, but I couldn't do it. I felt like a voyeur. What the hell was I doing? I didn't belong here. My bruises throbbed with each stroke of my pencil. It was a reminder of the price I'd paid to be here.

Rosa plopped beside me. I felt her breath on my neck as she peeked at my sketch. "Damn, Elliot, you've got skills. Bet these could sell." Her knee grazed my thigh. It was a fleeting touch that stirred my cock despite my best efforts.

There was no way to hide my reaction. She noticed. "Not so shy now, huh?" She teased.

"Rosa," Claire called. "Give him a break. He's still banged up."

Elena held my sketch in her hand. I had only drawn her face while she looked at the sea. The longing in her eyes had reflected on the paper. She had a huge smile on her face. "Prude," she taunted again.

Claire was the first to enter the hot tub. Rosa helped Elena to hop in. She then stripped her panties and joined in. I felt a pang of envy and desire.

"C'mon, Elliot," Elena called. "Hot tubs are good for bruises. Drop the boxers."

My throat tightened. Stripping fully in front of these women was terrifying. Emma's voice echoed in my head. She used to mock me for being too cautious. Claire and Elena weren't her. They didn't laugh at me. They challenged me to move on my own accord.

I stood up. My hands were shaking as I pushed my boxers down. I stepped into the tub before my cock could gain the full erection. The warm water soothed my aches, but their closeness set my nerves on fire.

Claire's eyes met mine. "There you go, shy guy. Feels good, doesn't it?"

Elena leaned back. Her breasts were fully exposed above the water. Her nipples were hard from the heat. "Not bad, Sketchpad. I thought you would've bolted."

I sank lower. "Bravery or stupidity. Not sure which."

Rosa laughed as she moved closer to me. "Little of both, delivery boy. You're in deep with these two."

Claire's foot brushed mine under the water. "He's learning," she said slowly. Her eyes were locked on mine. "Give him time, babe." Her words felt like a promise to me.

We soaked in silence. I could hear the ocean's roar in the background. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down.

Emma's betrayal still lingered in my mind. Claire and Elena were different. They wore their flaws like badges. They were too much into each other. There was no room for me. Yet my hope was still alive.

Rosa broke the quiet. "You're thinking too hard, Elliot," she teased.

I opened my eyes. They were looking at me. I was bare now, body and soul. My walls were crumbling under their gaze. My trust was still shallow. Why was I here? What did they want from me?

My thoughts were broken by the chime of the doorbell. Rosa hopped out of the water. She covered her bare skin with a robe and walked out.

The smell of fried fish entered first. Dot's hoarse voice followed behind.

"Well, damn, Picasso! Living the high life now!" Her eyes raked over naked forms under the water. "You three look cozy."

Claire laughed. She climbed out to grab the food. "Join us, Dot," she teased. "Plenty of room."

Dot snorted. "Nah, I'm just here to feed you weirdos."

We all got out of the water. I was handed a robe as well, and we all joined at the dining table.

Dot glanced at me. "Heard you played hero, Elliot. Impressive." Her voice dropped to a teasing note. "Claire and Elena usually pick girls for their fun. You're the first guy they've let in this deep."

Claire's eyes flicked to Elena. There was a silent exchange I couldn't read.

I lost my appetite at her words. Was Dot right? Was I just a thrill? A stray they'd tire of soon? A flicker of pain passed my eyes.

Elena raised an eyebrow. "Don't get cocky, Boy Scout. You're here because I owe you."

Claire's hand found mine under the table. Her touch was warm and assuring. "He's got spark, Dot," she said. "That's enough for now."

Elena leaned forward. Her eyes locked on mine. "You're not a guest, Sketchpad. You belong with us. Don't overthink it."

I wanted to believe them. I wanted to dive into their tide and let it carry me. Their pull was stronger than my fear. What was there to be afraid of? They did not owe me anything. I had nothing to lose here.

We ate while catching up on the local gossip about yesterday's incident. The food was salty and warm. The conversation was light and fun. I Joined in while pushing down my pain. Both physical and emotional.

Dot raised her glass. "To Elliot, our idiot hero. May he survive us."

Laughter filled the villa. The starry sky glinted through the glass walls and let go. Living in the moment was my new mantra.

******

Chapter 6: Naked Truths

The villa's glass walls glowed under the morning sun. I was enjoying the span of wild blue ocean in front. It had been three days into Claire and Elena's world. My bruises were fading to a dull throb, but my mind was in turmoil. Their raw and naked world was enticing, but I was still shackled to my past.

I sat cross-legged on the grass near the pool. My pencil was moving fast on the sketchbook. I was in silk speedos. They were tight and yet so comfortable. My cock had been perpetually hard since meeting Elena. I was getting comfortable with this newfound freedom. My pencil had followed my change of heart as well. Claire's ruby piercing was coming alive on the paper.

Elena was sprawled on a sun lounger. Her black thong was a thin shadow against her skin. She had her bandaged ankle propped up, and her nipples were tight in the breeze. Claire was lounging nearby. She was fully naked while Rosa applied the coconut oil on her curves. My veins pulsed with a mix of desire and doubt.

"Sketchpad, you're staring," Elena said. She had propped herself up on her elbows to look at me. The vision of her swaying breasts was distracting.

I smirked. "You all are a lot to take in." I was getting used to their teasing.

Claire laughed as her hazel eyes locked on mine. "Getting bold, shy guy." She opened her legs wide for my pleasure. Her diamond clit piercing shined under the sunlight.

My throat tightened. The twitch of my cock drew illicit laughter from them. I focused on sketching her belly button and piercing. My heart was stuck on the same question for the last few days. This all was too good to be true. Can I trust them?

Rosa finished up oiling Claire's skin. "Draw me next, delivery boy," she teased. "I want my portrait naked and wild."

"You're wild enough," I shot back.

She giggled in response.

My sketchbook was filled with their vibes. I had spent the last few days capturing Elena's fire, Claire's steady warmth, and Rosa's playful edge. Each line bared my longing to be part of their world. And yet my heart wavered.

It seemed Claire noticed my distraction. She got up and walked up behind me. I assumed she wanted to look at the drawing, but I was wrong.

Her naked skin hugged me from behind. She was gentle enough for my bruises, and yet I could feel her strength as her arms wrapped around me.

She leaned over my shoulder as I felt her piercings pressing my skin. "That's so beautiful, Elliot." Her breath was warm against my ear. "This is what I love about you. You see us beyond our naked skin."

Her touch ignited the fire in me. The ice around my heart was cracking. Why was she so close? What does she mean by using the word love? My doubts still gnawed.

***

Elena and I were grounded at home until full recovery. Claire did not leave our side. Rosa managed all the housework and still had enough time to play with us. We spend every evening in the naked section of the villa. I had even managed to shade my boxers since yesterday. It wasn't easy, but Elena's persistence and Claire's support had broken my inhibitions.

Something felt different today. Elena rested against the cushioned lounger. Her legs were wide open. A tight pink slit was visible in all its glory. Her head had dropped back, and her eyes were closed. She was unusually quiet.

Claire sat beside her. She was leaning on the side looking at Elena. She appeared to be on edge today. The sight was strangely intimate without any touching. My heart ached as the silence lingered on.

I picked up my sketchbook and started drawing them. I was halfway done when Claire broke the silence.

"Babe?" She called.

Elena opened her eyes and looked at Claire. The moment was electric, and they locked eyes. Her hand reached for Claire's neck, and she pulled her in for a spontaneous kiss.

My pencil froze as the moment escalated fast. My presence was forgotten as they tangled over the wide lounger.

Elena moaned in their kiss. Claire's finger reached for Elena's pink slit. Elena pushed her hand between Claire's legs in response. Their kisses deepened as they continued teasing each other.

I was an emotional mess by now. My cock was rock hard. I have been abstaining for long. I had not masturbated even after my turmoil with Elena in the cave. The ghost of my past was still on my shoulders. Now my restraint was hurting me badly. Their love was raw and beautiful. But I didn't belong there. Their intimacy stung my heart.

They were lost in their own world. Claire's fingers slipped inside Elena's pussy. Elena gasped in pleasure. Her body trembled at the intrusion.

Claire was a big woman. Now, her fingers appeared even bigger in my eyes. I had not acknowledged the reasons for my breakup. My fear of lacking sexually surfaced with full force.

Elena had her own fire. She teased her fingers around Claire's clit piercing. Claire gasped aloud and closed her legs. I couldn't see what Elena was up to, but I soon saw Claire squirming in delight.

Rosa walked on her tiptoes and sat beside me. The distraction was a welcome relief from my emotional turmoil. However, it was short-lived. Her naked body leaned on me from the side. She looked at my erection, and her lips curled in a slow smile.

"They're hot, huh?" she whispered. Her hand moved towards my cock. "Let them have their fun while we have ours. I won't leave you hanging, delivery boy."

Her fingers closed around me. The touch was warm and deliberate. She started stroking me slowly.

My body screamed yes as the pleasure spiked. My gut twisted in the next moment. Was I being disloyal to Claire and Elena? That thought burned hotter than my desire. I wanted to belong to them. Rosa's fleeting touch was not enough for me.

"Rosa, stop..." I blurted out loudly.

The moment was broken. Claire and Elena looked at us in surprise.

"Rosa, hands off!" Elena snapped. "Don't you dare to touch him again. He's ours."

Rosa's hand didn't stop. She continued to stroke along my length in defiance.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Elena?" Her voice was firm. "I'm not letting him sit here aching while you two play. Do you know he had been abstaining? He deserves better."

Her fingers tightened around my cock. She was not stopping. I was losing control fast.

Rosa smirked. Her hand continued to stroke me as she nibbled on my ear. "Let it all out big boy," she whispered.

Elena's jaw clenched, but she didn't snap again. Her blue eyes flicked to Claire.

Claire's eyes met mine. She had the same expression I had seen in the cave. Was she jealous? She pulled Elena closer. Their bodies started grinding against each other.

Elena moaned against her touch, but her eyes were locked on me.

Claire's fingers started probing Elena's pussy again. She returned the favor, and Claire started squirming against her.

Our eyes stayed locked together as Rosa continued to stroke my cock. This voyeuristic pleasure was overwhelming for my restrained desire.

A loud gasp escaped my lips as my body betrayed me. My release hit hard. Shame and pleasure collided together as my breath ragged.

Spurt after spurt of my accumulated semen flew in the air. Rosa did not stop her movements. She continued milking my cock for all it's worth.

Elena and Claire's eyes were blazing with need. Their bodies shuddered in delight as they soon caught up with me. We were tangled in the mutual orgasm from the distance. In this moment I belonged with them. I was finally a part of their world.

Rosa stopped only when she had coaxed the last drop of cum out of my cock. She let go of my cock and moved her fingers towards her lips.

"Don't you dare, you bitch," Elena snapped at last.

Rosa chuckled at that. "Just teasing, boss." She wiped her hand clean with a towel and then moved towards my cock to clean me up. She was utterly unapologetic for her actions.

Clair and Elena parted at last. Elena's eyes were still blazing at Rosa.

"Don't push it again, Rosa." She said. "I will kick your sorry ass out for good if you touch him again."

"No, you won't, boss." Rosa's tongue poked out playfully. She then left the room. "Don't keep him hanging again, or I will have to step in." Her voice echoed behind her.

Elena's gaze locked on me now. She appeared wounded, like I'd betrayed her trust.

Claire's hand rested on Elena's thigh, and she looked at me. "You okay, shy guy?" she asked.

I shook my head. My face was burning in shame. Rosa's touch had felt good, but it wasn't them. I wanted Claire and Elena's fire. I would have stayed silent, but Rosa's defiance gave me courage. I wasn't going to back down now.

"I didn't want that," I muttered. "I want... you two." My words were desperate, but I was baring my soul.

Elena's eyes softened. "You're ours, Sketchpad," she said gently. "Don't forget it."

My heart pounded. Ours. The word was a hook. But what did that mean?

***

We hadn't spoken much after yesterday's confession. The morning started as usual when Dot rolled in with pastries. She caught on to the gloomy mood in the villa.

"Trouble in paradise, Picasso?" she teased.

I stayed quiet.

Claire and Elena were in the kitchen. They were bickering over coffee and did not hear Dot.

Rosa hovered nearby. Her usual spark had dimmed since yesterday. I knew Elena had a word with her in private after yesterday's incident.

I looked at Dot for advice. "What's with Elena flipping out on Rosa over me?" I asked.

Dot snorted. "Rosa told me Elena's possessive as hell about you, Elliot. Never seen her like this. Not even with Claire at first. You're the first guy they've let in deep." She grinned.

"I don't get it," I muttered.

"So do I," she echoed. "Maybe I should take you for a spin to see what the fuss is about."

"Back off, Dot," Elena snapped from the doorway. Her crutches clacked as she moved towards us. Her blue eyes burned with intensity.

Before I could blink, she was all over me. Her lips crashed into mine. The kiss was fierce and possessive.

My mind went blank in an instant. Her heat seared through me. My cock stirred with desire. Was this real? Did she just mark her territory?

Dot laughed. "Damn, Elena, staking your claim much?"

Elena pulled back. Her wicked smile had returned. "He's my baby daddy," she said with mischief. "Hands off, you bitches."

Claire and Rosa burst out laughing.

Dot clutched her chest dramatically. "Baby daddy? Shit, Picasso, you work fast!"

The laughter stung like a knife in my chest. Was she jesting? Was I a toy to them? Emma's betrayal clawed at me again. My dream of having a family of my own surfaced from its grave. My sketchbook slipped to the floor, and I stood up. I felt weary all of a sudden as I walked toward my room.

Their laughter faded in silence. The ocean roar sounded louder around the Villa.

Elena noticed my departure. Her expression sobered up instantly. "Elliot, wait!" she called. Her voice was almost pleading. Her crutches clacked behind me, but I didn't stop.

My heart was too raw. I didn't understand what had gotten me, but I felt too weak right now.

Claire followed behind me. She almost caught up with me, but I closed the door on her face.

Then I broke down. I hadn't cried when I caught Emma cheating. I hadn't cried when we broke up. I hadn't cried when the dream of having a family had died. Then a memory emerged.

I was barely ten when I stood in front of three graves. My Mom, dad, and my little sister. All lost in a single freak accident. Then I cried. I cried for the family I had lost then. I cried for the dream I had lost with Emma.

******

Chapter 7: Bare Hearts

I don't know how long I kept crying. My mind was empty but my emotions were running high. It was a cathartic moment when all my suppressed pain flowed out. At some point I got up and crashed into bed. The ocean's roar sounded like a lullaby as I fell asleep.

My bedroom door creaked open around midnight. The sound of Elena's crutches woke me up. Claire and Elena slipped in my bedroom. Their naked bodies were glowing in the moonlight. They climbed into bed in silence and sandwiched me between them. Claire's curves pressed against my back. Her piercings felt cool against my skin. Elena hugged me from the front.

I opened my mouth, but Elena pressed a finger to my lips. "Shut it, Sketchpad," she whispered.

I gave in and sank into their heat. Their bodies enveloped me in their warmth. I felt safe and protected from my pain for the moment. Soon we were fast asleep.

***

Rosa woke us up in the morning. Her sheer sarong barely covered her perky tits. She was carrying a tray of coffee and croissants in her hands.

"Morning, lovebirds!" she teased. "Rough night, delivery boy?"

Claire sat up to take her coffee. Elena propped herself on her elbows to look at me. Rosa sensed the mood and left us alone.

My eyes were puffy from crying. I truly felt like an idiot in that moment.

Elena shared a look with Claire and then turned to me. "Spill it, Sketchpad," Elena said bluntly. "I know for a fact you're not that fragile. What was the big meltdown yesterday?"

I grabbed a coffee and took a sip. Caffeine helped to calm my nerves. "I was ten," I started. My voice cracked with each word. I talked about the unfortunate accident and losing my family. My time across foster homes. Meeting Emma and falling in love. My big dream of having a family. Our marriage plans and my savings to buy a home. They knew the rest already.

Claire held me in her arms while I spilled my guts. Elena kept me talking. When I was done with my sob story, I looked at them. Their eyes were still warm. There was no judgment or pity in them.

Something tugged at my heart. "I want to be with you guys, but I am scared. Someday I will find myself back in that cheap motel and wake up from this dream. I don't want to burn again."

Claire's arms tightened around me. She leaned on my shoulder and gently kissed my cheek. "We'll take it slow, shy guy," she said. "Let's ride this tide together."

Elena was not so understanding. Her eyes blazed in anger towards me. "That gloomy shit stays in the past, Sketchpad. I don't want you moping around. No more hiding from us. You talk when it hits, got it?"

Her tough love scared me. Maybe that's what I really needed. I nodded at her.

Their world was a challenge. They carried their heart on their sleeves. All bare and true. There was nowhere to hide here. But could I trust them to not fuck me up?

***

The villa was buzzing with wild energy in the next day. Claire and Elena were sitting naked in the dinning area. That was surprising given they had a designated naked area.

Rosa came out of the kitchen running. She ripped off her sarong in style with a grin.

"It's Nude Day, bitches!" she shouted. Her pussy was shaved smooth, and her perky breasts were exposed. "No clothes, no shame. Let's get fucking free!"

Elena smirked. "You heard her, Sketchpad. Ditch the shorts. It's time to let that cock breathe."

Claire hugged me from behind. "You got this, shy guy," she said.

I looked at each one of them while still trying to process their words.

Rosa walked up to me. "C'mon, delivery boy," she called. "Join the fucking party." Before I could respond, she tugged down my shorts to get me naked.

My cock sprang free. It had already gained full erection under their stares. My heart was pounding like a drum. I looked at their playful smile and my panic died down. I was finally part of their world freely.

The morning moved as usual, except we all were buck naked. My inhibitions started to feel silly now. Being naked in the company of trusted companions changed nothing in the flow of life. It was an expression of freedom and trust. The nakedness meant a lot more than exposed skin in this villa. It meant baring your soul and letting people in.

Dot rolled up with a tray of beers after some time. She shook her head with a sigh and she looked at everyone.

"Its a nude day, Dot. Why don't you join in," Rosa chimed.

Dot snorted, "Fine. if you insist on the full show." She joined the fray and stripped to show off her wild tattoos. A snake curling around her hips. A dagger slicing through a rose on her left breast. She had a trimmed landing patch over her pussy.

"Fuck yeah, Nude Day!" she yelled while tossing me a can. "You're less prude every day, Picasso."

I caught the beer. "Trying," I muttered.

They were not willing to let me enjoy the free show. Everyone had a specific portrait in mind for me.

I sat on a lounger with my sketchbook. My pencil flew freely as per their demand. It was a new experience for me. I was drawing from my eyes and not from my head.

The first one was Claire's full tits with the glinting barbell piercing. Next Elena gave a fiery pose with a finger inside her glistening pussy. Rosa wanted an upside-down portrait with her legs split open. She leaned against the lounger for support and maintained that pose for ten minutes straight. Dot wanted something different. She asked me to draw her left breast, but rather than Rose tattoo, she wanted to see a pierced heart. Each pencil stroke moved with our shared intensity.

I soon caught on to something. Each portrait had a story behind it. It wasn't difficult to guess the meaning but they were not willing to share it yet. My cock was rock hard by now. This was our world and I was diving in.

Rose started the music and the poolside turned into a party. Dot got up and pulled Rosa for a dance. They rocked their hips to a thumping beat from the villa's speakers. Their naked bodies moved in sync while grinding closer with each move. Their freedom was contagious.

Rosa grabbed Dot's waist and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangled together in wild hunger. Rosa's fingers traced the snake tattoo on Dot's hips. She was just getting started. Her hand crept towards Dot's wet pussy. Dot in turn grabbed onto her tight ass.

They collapsed onto a lounger together with Rosa straddling Dot's thigh. She started grinding her wet pussy to the beat of the music. Dot's thigh turned slick with her pussy juices and her moans sounded loud and raw.

My pencil froze on the paper. I leaned back and opened my thighs to give my cock some room. It was throbbing painfully by now.

Claire's hazel eyes locked on mine. She had been touchy with me since morning. Her eyes burned with a different fire today. She crossed the grass with slow steps. Her naked body glowed under the direct sunlight. She walked with an extra sway in her hips. Her big tits jiggled with each step.

Her lavender scent hit me first like a drug. "No sketching now, shy guy," she whispered. She cupped my face with her large hand. Her thumb brushed against my lips.

"Go for it, babe," Elena cheered from the shadow.

Clare's lips crashed into mine. Her kiss was fierce and possessive. My lips opened in response, and her tongue marched in. It was a direct attack that left me breathless.

My hands grabbed on to her hips. I pulled her close to me. My cock pressed against her thick thigh and a drop of my precum smeared on her skin.

She straddled my lap and pressed her dripping pussy against my cock. The diamond in her clit piercing grazed my sensitive skin. I groaned in delight at the exquisite torture.

"You good with this, Elliot?" she asked. Her breath was hot against my ear. The metal barbells pressed against my chest.

"Fuck yes," I groaned. My fingers pressed against her hard glutes.

She sank onto my cock slowly. Her tight and wet pussy swallowed my cock inch by inch. Her control was amazing. That slow, burning slide made me gasp for breath.

She rocked her hips slowly. Her clit piercing rubbing along my shaft on each stroke. Her throaty moans rang in my ear. This wasn't just sex. She was opening up to me with no pretense.

There was another fire burning across the pool. Rosa's fingers plunged into Dot's pussy. Her thumb circled around her clit.

Dot's hips bucked as she moaned. Her nails raked Rosa's back. Their bodies were slick with sweat. Rosa's eyes were locked on to Dot's. Sex was just the mere act. They had a strong emotional connection in this moment.

Elena continued to watch us from the shadows. Her eyes were locked on me. She spread her legs wide for us. Her finger trailed to her mouth and she licked it suggestively. Looking into my eyes, she moved her finger towards her glistening pussy lips. She groaned out loud as her finger slid into her own pussy.

"Fuck him good, babe," she shouted to Claire. Her voice was thick with need. "He's ours."

Claire was rocking her hips in a slow rhythm. She suddenly grabbed behind my neck with both hands and leaned back. Her eyes locked on to mine as she picked up the speed.

"Oh god," I groaned as she started bouncing on my hard cock.

She tightened her pussy muscles, and I saw stars. Her control was evident in the way she bounced on my cock without resting her weight on my thighs.

I reached for her nipples. Those piercings had fascinated me since their first glimpse in the bar. My fingers flicked against the cold metal.

That simple touch drew an illicit groan from Claire. She was damn sensitive. Her pussy clenched tight around my cock.

My orgasm built in a fucking tidal wave. I couldn't stop.

"Claire," I groaned. My hands gripped around her ass. My balls tightened as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

She kissed me hard. Her tongue probed deep inside my mouth. Her pussy squeezed hard around my cock as we came together. I released pulse after pulse of my hot cum inside her.

Her climax shook her hard. Her body quivered on top of me. She soaked my thighs in her pussy juices.

Elena's cry hit next. Her fingers rubbed on her clit as she came hard. Her blue eyes were locked on me. She had timed her climax along with us.

Rosa and Dot's orgasms followed next. Their bodies collapsed in a sweaty tangle. Their gasps continued for a while.

The poolside went quiet. The sound of crashing waves filled the air.

Claire's forehead rested against mine. Our breaths mingled together. "You're ours, shy guy," she whispered. Her pussy clenched around my softening cock.

I nodded while catching my breath. My heart was full, but my mind was fucked up. Was I really theirs? Or just a spark that would burn out soon?

***

The day passed in a blur for me. That night, Claire slipped into my bedroom. She slid into my bed and pulled me into a tight hug. We were naked in the bed. My cock stirred in response to her curves molding against me. She shook her head in silence. The day's heat still lingered, but this was different.

"Couldn't sleep," she murmured. Her fingers tracing along my fading bruises. "I needed you."

My heart clenched. Her openness hit me like a punch. "I'm here," I said as I stroked her hair. Her lavender scent calmed me.

She took a deep breath. "Elena's tough act is a front. Her dad was a serial cheater. She doesn't trust guys easily. Her family life was fucked up. She had seen her mom's suffering since her young age. But you? She's falling hard, Elliot. It scares the shit out of her."

I swallowed. Elena's blazing blue eyes flashed in my mind. "And you?" I asked.

Claire's hazel eyes met mine. I saw a rare vulnerability in them. "I was married, you know. A small-town girl looking for a simple life. My ex fucked me over. He was a scammer. He left me with debt and emotional scars. Elena pulled me out of the ditch. We just clicked together. But you..." She paused. Her hand reached for my face. "Do you believe in love at first sight? I've loved you since that bar sketch. Do you have any idea how many guy's get intimidated by my looks? The rest get stuck at my tits. You saw beyond my roughness. You saw my fucking soul. That's rare as hell."

Her words crashed over me. Love? The "L" word didn't scare me this time. Should I tell her about my feelings? I wondered. I felt like I was standing on a cliff. All I had to do was take a leap of faith.

"Yes, I do believe in love at first sight. I have loved you since the day I made that delivery here." I finally opened my heart to her.

She looked at it carefully. Her eyes were searching mine. "Was your ex beautiful?" she asked.

I chuckled at that. I wasn't the only one with insecurities. Even the most stable Claire had them. "Yes, she was. And no, I was not looking for plain Jane. You are beautiful, Claire. Mind, Body, and Soul."

She crushed me in a bear hug, and her lips crashed onto mine. My bruises hurt badly, and I had to tap out.

"Sorry..." she stuttered.

"No, I loved it." I said and pulled her in for a tender kiss.

We stayed still for a long moment. My fears still gnawed at him. "You think Elena will lose interest in me?"

It was Claire's turn to chuckle. "Give her some credit, shy boy. She is not as flimsy as she appears. Loyalty means a lot to us."

I kissed her on the temple. "Why is she so possessive?"

Claire gave me an irritated look. "Now you are pushing it, Elliot. I know you love it, and so do I. It's her holding tight. She won't let you. Ever."

"Ok, ok..." I chuckled and pulled her closer. "What's the story with your piercings?"

She had a distant look in her eyes. "My ex filled my head with the idea. He just never had enough money to actually do it." She sighed at the memory. "I told Elena about it, and she went overboard. Got me platinum barbells, diamond, and the ruby. She actually hired a lady surgeon to do the job. Can you believe it?"

I leaned down to look closer at her nipples. My lips closed on her nipple as I tugged it gently.

She melted in my arms and pulled me on top of her. Words were not enough to convey the feelings in our hearts.

She opened her legs for me. My cock reached for her love tunnel. I kissed her on the lips as my cock sank deep inside her.

There was no urgency this time. We were lost in the moment as our bodies moved in a slow rhythm. She wrapped her legs around me as we reached our mutual peak.

I tried to move, but she held on to me. "Stay just like that," she whispered.

My entire body weight rested on top of her. She welcomed it. In fact, she craved it.

She was gentle and loving most of the time. Then there were moments when she was fierce and possessive. In a way she was not so different than Elena.

A soothing feeling touched my heart as I rested on top of her. We were still connected intimately. She was just not willing to let me go.

I was grounded in her love. I had found my anchor.

******

Chapter 8: Tangled Tides

The villa was still dark. The dawn chorus of early birds mixed with the steady hum of the ocean roaring around us. The world was calmly waiting for the sun to rise from the horizon.

The sharp clanking of crutches against the wooden floor woke me up. I was still tangled in Claire's warmth. She loved cuddling. Her piercings didn't bother me at all as I lay on top of her. Her ample breasts were still pressed flat against my chest, and I nuzzled in her neck. My semi-hard cock had slipped out of her tight pussy sometime in the night. My body had gathered her lavender scen. We had bonded much closer yesterday night, and I was still relishing the feeling.

The door creaked open slowly. "What the fuck?" Elena's voice cut through the silence. She was pissed.

I jolted in surprise. "Elena?" I asked sleepily.

She hobbled towards the bed. Her bandaged ankle didn't slow her fire. She shoved me off Claire firmly. Then she climbed onto the bed and straddled Claire's hips. She then leaned down on her body to hug her. Her tits pressed against Claire's.

"You spent the whole night with him alone, babe?" Her voice cracked.

Claire was awake by now. She wrapped her hands around Elena. Her hazel eyes were calm, and she looked at Elena.

"Come to me, babe. Let's sleep some more," she murmured. Her voice was soothing. She kissed Elena's forehead as her fingers stroked her back.

Elena looked at me with her jaw clenched. But then she melted into Claire. She scooted down a bit to rest her cheek between Claire's big tits. Her blue eyes were still locked on me.

"Move over, Sketchpad," she said. "I want her to myself for now."

I slid to the edge of the bed. Their closeness was magnetic. Claire's eyes met mine, promising we'd sort this out. My cock was gaining full erection despite the tension.

Claire noticed Elena's mood. "I'll pamper you all day, babe," she said. Her fingers threaded through Elena's hair. "You're my heart, always."

Elena's shoulders relaxed in Claire's arms. But her eyes stayed guarded. Her good leg stretched towards me to push me farther but not out of bed.

"Stay away from her, Sketchpad," she murmured.

I wanted to curse Elena for her possessiveness, but there was more to her. She was scared of losing Claire. She believed I would take Claire away from her. This was her way of reasserting her love for her woman. For the first time, I saw Elena's fear.

***

Elena was grumpy all morning. Her bitchy side was out in full force. She snapped at Rosa when she kissed Claire's cheek. Her eyes watched me like a hawk. She stepped between me and Claire a few times till I got the message. She really wanted me to stay away from Claire for now.

"Don't just stand there, Sketchpad," she barked at me. "Make yourself useful." She said while pointing at her crutches and then towards the pool.

I just smiled at her and picked her up in bridal style. I ignored her protest as I carried her to the pool lounger.

She wrapped her arms around my neck while she kept calling me names. "You idiot, who will get my crutches?" She said. Then she called Rosa. "Move your ass, bitch, and get my crutches."

Rosa rolled her eyes. "Chill, boss," she said. Her perky tits bounced freely as she walked to the pool with Elena's crunches. "You're cranky as fuck today."

Elena's blue eyes flashed. "Keep talking and you're out on your ass."

Claire shot Elena a look. "Babe, ease up," she said. Her voice was calm but firm.

Elena huffed but didn't reply.

I sipped my coffee in silence as I enjoyed this soap opera. This was an interesting dynamic. Elena ruled the villa, no questions asked. Claire's steady hand kept her grounded. While Rosa was a free spirit, she knew her limits well.

The sun was hot on our skin by late morning. Elena was sprawled on the massage table near the pool. She was naked. Claire stood beside her with a bottle of coconut oil in her hand. This was the pampering Claire had bribed her with.

Claire's big tits swayed freely as she massaged Elena's shoulders. "Relax, babe," Claire murmured. Her fingers glided down Elena's spine.

Elena moaned as her body relaxed. Her eyes were locked on me. "Sketchpad, sit there," she ordered while pointing to a chair across from them. "You can watch. No touching your cock, got it?"

My dick throbbed against my speedos. It wasn't a bad deal to watch her getting a good massage. I nodded and took a seat on the chair.

Claire's hands worked Elena's body. His hand roamed around Elena's smooth skin. Elena deliberately spread her legs wide when Claire reached for her glutes.

Rosa walked in with some cold drinks for us. She looked at the scene, and her lips curled in a smile.

"Poor delivery boy," she teased. "You look like you're hurting."

Elena's head snapped up. "Rosa, don't fucking start," she growled. "Claire, spank her ass. She needs a lesson."

Claire's hazel eyes flicked to Rosa. A smirk played on her lips. "You heard the boss."

She grabbed Rosa's arm and bent her over the lounger. Rosa's tight ass was raised high. A sharp slap echoed as Claire's hand cracked down.

Rosa gasped out loud. Her ass jiggled with each stroke. Soon her ass cheeks bloomed red. "Fuck, Claire. Have mercy on my poor booty," she groaned.

"Enough, Claire," Elena called. She then looked at Rosa. "Don't push it again."

Rosa straightened up. Her eyes were teary, but she had a smile on her lips. "Yes, boss," she said. She then winked at me and ran away from the pool area.

Claire returned to Elena. "Shall we continue, babe?" she asked.

Elena rolled on her back and opened her legs wide for Claire. Then she pointed a finger at me.

"Drop the speedo and come here, Sketchpad," she called.

I did as she asked. No inhibitions this time. I stood naked near Elena's head while Claire stood between her legs.

Elena's eyes locked on me. "You don't get her alone, Sketchpad," Elena repeated. "It's both of us or nothing."

I nodded with a smile. "Got it, Elena. I'm in."

Claire's hazel eyes flicked between us. "You're my heart, babe," she said to Elena. "But Elliot's ours too. We both needed some comfort last night. No one is stealing me away from you. We're in this together."

Elena's eyes softened. "I know," she muttered. "Just... don't fucking leave me out."

Claire smiled. "Never, babe." She sank to her knees between Elena's legs. Her face was inches away from Elena's glistening pussy. "Let's show him how we roll, yeah?"

Elena's breath hitched as Claire leaned in. Her tongue flicked out to trace Elena's pussy lips.

Elena moaned slowly. Her hips twitched in response. Her slick folds parted under Claire's lips.

Claire's tongue lapped at Elena's clit. Her hands grabbed Elena's thighs to spread her wider. The wet, sucking sounds filled the air. Elena's juices flowed freely. They dripped down Claire's chin down to her big tits.

"Fuck, babe," Elena groaned. She then looked at me. Her hand shot out to wrap around my cock. "Come closer, Sketchpad."

I stepped forward. My cock was pulsing in her hand as she started jerking me off. Her strokes were slow but tight. She brushed her thumb against the tip and underside of my cock. Her touch was electric.

Elena's moans vibrated through the air as Claire's tongue worked her pussy. My balls tightened. The sight of Claire's lips sucking Elena's clit was driving me crazy.

"You like this, Sketchpad?" she gasped. "Watching her eat my pussy while I stroke your cock?"

"Fuck yeah," I groaned. My hands gripped the table's edge as my cock throbbed in her grip. Her words and the sight were too much for me. My orgasm was building like a fucking tidal wave.

Claire's eyes met mine. She took a firm hold of Elena's thighs for support and opened her mouth wide. She then looked me in the eyes and drove in towards Elena's pussy. Her lips locked on Elena's pussy. Her tongue plunged in deep. She hollowed her cheeks and really started going at Elena's pussy with hunger.

Elena's hips bucked. She moaned louder. Her pussy clenched as Claire's tongue pushed her closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna come, babe," she moaned. Her hips ground against Claire's face.

She pulled me closer. Her lips parted as she took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head and she started sucking me.

"Shit, Elena," I gasped.

Her moan vibrated through my shaft. She locked her lips at the tip while her hand stroked at the base.

My cock pulsed as she sucked harder. Her throat relaxed, and she tried to take me deeper. taking me all the way.

Claire's tongue flicked faster. Elena's moans muffled around my cock. I couldn't hold back anymore. My orgasm hit hard. I started shooting my cum down Elena's throat, pulse after pulse. Her lips continued milking every drop.

Elena's cry broke free as she came. Her pussy spasmed against Claire's mouth. Claire kept licking to draw out Elena's climax. Her hands maintained the hold on Elena's thighs, not allowing her to move away.

Elena swallowed my cum. Then she pulled off my cock with a wet pop. Her face contracted in deep bliss as her body spasmed.

"Stop, babe, no more..." she cried in protest.

Claire slowed down but did not stop. She led Elena whimper to another slow climax.

"Happy now?" she asked.

Elena grabbed her neck and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled together. They swapped my cum and Elena's juices. Their tits pressed together, and they moaned in unison. The kiss was fierce and possessive but full of love.

They broke apart, panting. Their eyes turned towards me. Elena's grin was wicked. "Not bad, Sketchpad," she teased.

Claire laughed. "Told you, shy guy." She stepped closer to wrap an arm around me. "We're a team."

I smiled. "Yeah," I said. "We are."

Elena reached out to grab my hand. "Good," she muttered. "Don't fucking forget it."

Claire and I leaned down towards Elena for a group hug. We were tangled in each other's tides now. For the first time, I wasn't scared of drowning.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Rosa watching us. She gave me a thumbs up while her other hand fiddled around her pussy.

***

The sun had dipped low. The villa's glass walls were glowing golden. We were lounging in the nude area together. Rosa was there, but she was a little subdued.

Dot rolled in unannounced. "Evening, weirdos," she called.

Rosa cheered up. "Evening, lover. Aren't you overclothed to be here?"

Dot rolled her eyes. "I am not your lover, and neither do I have time for any games. I am here to deliver news," She replied.

Rosa pouted. "You are no fun. So tell me, what's happening?"

"Some chick named Emma was asking for you, Picasso. Left this." She slid a crumpled envelope across the table. It was marked "urgent" in Emma's sharp handwriting.

My gut twisted. I took the envelope with shaky hands.

Claire's eyes narrowed. "Your ex?" she asked.

Elena's eyes were blazing. "She's got some fucking nerve," she snapped. "Thinks she can waltz back and drag you off? Fuck that."

I opened the note.

------

Elliot,

We need to talk. It's serious. Please meet me at the motel.

- Emma.

------

That is? I didn't have any feelings as I held that note.

"I don't know what she wants," I shrugged. "But it doesn't look good."

Dot leaned back on the cushioned chair. "She looked rough, Picasso. Not the hotshot you described. Something's up."

I could feel that Dot knew a lot more but she didn't share with us.

Claire's hand found mine. Her grip was firm. "We face this together, shy guy," she said. "Go meet her. Hear her out, but no secrets from us."

Elena's jaw clenched. Her eyes flicked between me and Claire. "Fine," she grunted. "But if that bitch tries to steal you, I'll fucking end her."

I nodded. There was no way I would go back to Emma. We were done for good. But facing her again was a different ballgame. A week ago I might have been scared. Now, I was at peace. The weight of my past was not slowing me down anymore. I had shrugged it off unknowingly in the last few days.

******

Chapter 9: Shadows of the past

The motel's chipped paint and rattling AC hit me like a slap from my old life. I'd insisted on facing Emma alone. Claire and Elena protested, but this was my fight. I needed to bury ghosts from my past for good.

Emma opened the door. She was impeccable as always. Her blonde hair was nicely tied in a neat bun. It looked like she had gained some healthy weight, and there was a natural glow on her skin. It didn't take long for me to know the reason. Her loose sundress clung to the natural swell of her belly. She was pregnant, maybe six months or more. The realization hit him like a freight train.

"Elliot," she called with a smile. "Thanks for coming."

I leaned against the wall by the door. My mind was reeling. The sight would have been a bliss a few months ago. Now, it was repulsive. I didn't want to show how much it affected me. So, I kept my distance from her. "What's this about, Emma?" I asked.

Her smile fell at my flat tone. She sank on the neatly made bed. "I've been looking for you for months," she started. "You vanished after we broke up."

"I had nothing left to stay for," I cut in. "Get to the point, Emma."

Her face crumpled. "I panicked, Elliot. You had it all planned. Your life, our marriage, the kids. You were going too fast. It scared me shitless. Mike was a mistake, a fling. I didn't love him. I love you. I want us back." Her hand reached for me.

I stepped back from her. "Too fast, you say? We were together for four years. I was always vocal about my dreams..." I said. I paused to get my bearings. "We're done, Emma. I told you that when I walked out. I'm not angry anymore, but there's no us. Not now, not ever."

A look of pain flashed across her face. "You've changed," she whispered. "You're so... cold. The Elliot I loved would've fought for us."

"The Elliot you loved was blind," I shot back. "I was too numb when we spoke last, but I was clear on the end of our relationship. I would never fight for what isn't mine."

She swallowed hard. Her hands rested on her belly. "I'm six months pregnant, Elliot. I think it's yours. You remember that night after the game launch party. You were angry about me not spending enough time with you. You were drunk. We fought, and then you fucked me hard on the couch. No condom." Her voice softened. "We can still be a family. You always wanted that."

Her words hit like a gut punch. She was using my buried dream to negotiate. She might have wrecked me a week ago, but not anymore. My dream was secure in the steady hands of Claire And Elena. Emma's offer was tainted by her lies. It felt hollow.

"You are making it sound like I forced you," I said while keeping my voice steady. "We barely fucked before that. I wasn't as drunk as you imply. I recall it was your safe day. It was also the last time we were together. You were with Mike even before that day. How do I know it's not his?"

Her face flushed. "You think I'm lying? I fucked up, I know. You just disappeared after you found out. Do you even know how difficult it was to track you down? I'm scared, Elliot. Mike's pissed about the baby. I'm praying it's yours."

I looked her in the eye. "Praying's not proof," I said. "We'll do a DNA test. Non-invasive, safe for the kid. I'll pay to rush the results. If it's mine, I'll step up for the child. No question. But you and me? That ship's fucking sunk."

She was angry now. "Fuck you, Elliot. Get off your high horse," she shouted. She paced around the room to calm down. "Yes, I fucked Mike a few times. Big deal. It was just skin against skin. Don't tell me you have been celibate all this time."

I looked at it calmly. Maybe she was right. "I don't think we were on the same page about our relationship," I whispered. "Look, I know I was uptight about a lot of things. Maybe I would have explored more if you had put in some effort. But you getting involved with Mike was a deal breaker. As I recall, you weren't so upset about our breakup. What changed now?"

"You just don't get it, Elliot," she whispered. "You have spoiled me for Mike. He was fun when things were fresh. He is good, but he is not you. I didn't know how much I needed you until you were gone."

How come I never saw this before? I wondered. She was always this entitled. She still had no remorse. The truth dawned on me slowly. I was truly blind to see the real her. The Emma I had loved only existed in my mind. The woman in front of me was not her. She never was.

"There is no point in rehashing the past, Emma. Let's go to the Clinic now. We can talk after we sort out the paternity issue." I said calmly.

"I don't like this new you, Elliot," she said slowly.

I didn't respond.

***

The drive back to the villa was a blur. Emma's words echoed in my head. I could've unloaded on her. Told her how her betrayal shredded me. How she had left me drifting. But why? She wouldn't get it. I didn't need her to. The DNA test was done. It was a quick blood draw, safe for her and the baby. I'd burned my last two grand for three-day results. I was truly broke now, but free.

It was late evening by the time I reached the villa. The glass was tainted with a golden glow, and the ocean's roar was a steady pulse. Claire, Elena, Rosa, and Dot were sprawled in the nude zone. The air was thick with tension. There were no playful vibes today.

Elena's heavy eyes tracked me as I slumped onto the couch. "Spill it, Sketchpad," Elena said. Her voice was sharp. "Why did you go to the clinic with her?" Her eyes were burning with intense anger.

I sighed. It was no surprise that she had followed me. She was too possessive to let me meet Emma just like that.

I laid it all out. Emma's pregnancy claim, the DNA test, and my flat-out refusal to go back. "It's done," I said. "Three days, we'll know. If the kid's mine, I'll do right by it. But Emma? She's nothing to me."

Elena exploded. Her crutches slammed the floor. "You fucked her and bailed, didn't you?" Her voice cracked with pain. "She's been chasing you all along. You're just like every other asshole, Elliot!"

Her use of my name stung like a blade. My anger flared. "You're not fucking listening, Elena! I told her we're done. I don't trust her."

Her eyes teared up. "She shows up with a baby bump, begging for you. That means something! My dad fucked some chick and left my mom in pieces. I'm not watching you ditch us for her!"

"I'm not him!" I shouted. "I love you and Claire. This villa's my home. I'm not leaving, no matter what!"

"What about your kid?" she spat. "She'll trap you. I'm not losing you to that bitch!"

"Enough!" Claire snapped. She stood between us. "Elena, stop. He's not your dad. I know you're scared. So am I, but don't push him away."

Elena's jaw clenched. She grabbed her crutches and hobbled to her room. The clacking of the wood echoed behind her. I tried to follow, but Claire's hand stopped me.

"Not now, Elliot," she said. "Let me talk to her. She needs to cool off."

I nodded. I didn't like it when she called me by name. "Three days, Claire. If the kid's mine, I'll handle it. But I'm staying with you two."

She kissed my cheek. "I know. We'll get through this." She followed Elena.

I was left with Rosa and Dot.

Dot slid a beer across the table. "Drama's your shadow, Picasso," she teased. "Smart move on the DNA test. Be firm with Emma, but don't be a dick. You'll sleep better."

I chugged a generous mouthful. The bitter chill helped to calm my nerves. "Thanks, Dot. I'll let her down gently." I replied.

She grinned. "Keep your cock in the villa and your heart with them." She headed out.

Rosa looked at me for a while. Then she trailed behind Dot with a playful wave.

***

I slept alone that night. The ocean's roar felt louder without Claire and Elena's warmth. My bed felt too big. Elena's anger and Claire's distance gnawed at me. Was her fear going to break us?

The villa was quiet the next morning. The glass walls felt dull under a cloudy sky. Claire and Elena stayed holed up in their room. Their silence was eating at me. I'd had enough of this shit. I needed to fix it.

Rosa caught me outside Elena's door. "Hold up, delivery boy," she whispered. "Elena's a big softy under that fire. Be bold. Tell her what you want. She'll crack."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you got your ass spanked?"

Her tongue flicking out with a grin. "Shut up and go get her, boss."

I stripped off my speedos and got naked. If Elena wanted raw, I'd match her. I found her by the window, naked. Her bandaged ankle was propped on a cushion, and her blue eyes were fixed on the waves. Her breasts rose with each breath.

"Elena," I said firmly. "We're talking. Now."

She didn't move. "When are you going back to her?"

I saw her fear. I scooped her up in bridal style and held her close in my arms. She didn't fight it. Her arms looped around my neck, but her eyes stayed down. I laid her on the bed and pressed my naked body against hers.

"I'm not going back," I said while holding her gaze. "Emma's done. The test won't change it. I love you, Elena."

Her eyes teared up. She melted against me. "You mean it?" she whispered. Her voice was cracking.

I brushed a tear from her cheek. "Every word," I said. "You and Claire are my family now."

She choked a sob and buried her face in my chest. "If the baby is yours, I'd raise it with you," she said fiercely. "That's how much you fucking mean to me."

I grinned. "You are crazy, you know. But I love your fire."

Claire's voice broke in. "No adopting yet, you two." She climbed onto the bed naked. She hugged Elena from behind. "Two days till the results. We'll handle it."

Elena relaxed. Her hand squeezed mine. "Fine," she muttered. "But Emma's mine to deal with."

"Deal," I said. "We do this together."

Claire's hand covered ours. "We're a team, shy guy."

I kissed her forehead and then Elena's. "I'm yours," I said. "Both of yours."

We were solid. Whatever the test showed, I was home.

******

Chapter 10: Breaking Waves

Emma had agreed to meet at the beach cafe on the neutral ground. We planned to open the DNA test results together. Claire's hand rested on my thigh, while Elena's arm draped over my shoulder. Claire was in a sheer white top and shorts. Her big tits and nipple piercings were visible. Her ruby navel piercing outlined against the tight hem. Elena wore a black crop top that barely covered her ample breasts. She had paired it with a short skirt that flashed her thong when she shifted.

The girls had planned this meeting. I was in shorts with no underwear. My loose shirt was unbuttoned to show my fading bruises. Contrary to my knotted guts, we were a bold statement.

Emma's eyes widened as she slid into the booth across from us. Her sundress was clinging to her pregnant belly. She had set her blonde hair loose. Claire and Elena overshadowed her impeccable looks. She didn't like that.

"Elliot," Emma called. Her voice was clipped. "You brought... company." Her gaze raked over Claire and Elena. A flicker of disgust crossed her face.

"Claire and Elena," I introduced calmly. "They're my girlfriends and my family."

Emma's lips curled. "Spending your money on sluts now?"

Elena's blue eyes blazed. She had a wicked grin on her face. "Damn right, I'm his slut," she purred. She is leaning in towards me. Her hand moved up my thigh to caress my cock above the shorts. "And he loves every second of it."

Claire stayed cool, but her hazel eyes were sharp. Her fingers moved to cup my balls over the shorts. "Let's keep it civil, Emma," she said. Her voice was both smooth and firm. "We're here for the truth."

Emma was surprised by this blatant display. Her face was flushed. "What's this, Elliot? If you'd been this open with me, I wouldn't have gone to Mike. You were so uptight, never fun."

I slid the envelope across the table. The DNA results were sealed inside. "Stop stalling, Emma," I said steadily. "Open it."

She hesitated. Her hands trembled as she touched the envelope but stopped. "What happened to the startup money? You were owed a fortune."

I leaned back. "I didn't take their cash," I said. "They didn't have it to settle, so I let it go. Been living light since I left."

Emma's jaw dropped. Then her anger flashed. "You're an idiot! That startup's worth millions now. You threw it all away for... this?" She gestured at Claire and Elena. Her voice was dripping with scorn.

"Money doesn't mean anything to me," I said while meeting her gaze. "I'm done with that life. Open the envelope."

Emma sighed. Her shoulders slumped as she tore it open. She scanned the paper, then closed it. Her breath shuddered out.

"It's Mike's," she said softly. "I'm glad, Elliot. This new you... you're not the family type anymore."

Elena snatched the report. Her eyes skimmed through it, and then she tossed it back. "Good riddance," she said. She then kissed me hard on the lips. "You're ours, Sketchpad. Mine and Claire's."

Emma stood. "Good luck with a broke drifter," she spat. Her heels clicked on the wooden deck as she walked away.

Claire picked up the report, and then her lips crashed into mine. Her tongue pushed deep in my mouth.

"We dodged a bullet, shy guy," Claire murmured. Her hand moved inside my shorts to grab my hardening cock.

Elena's fingers slipped under my shirt to trace my abs. "No ghosts haunting us now, Sketchpad," she whispered. Her voice was thick with relief.

Claire's eyes flicked to me with a hint of doubt. "I know you didn't ditch the money," she said. "What's the real deal, Elliot?"

I grinned and leaned back. "I didn't lie. They were short on funds. They offered me Four percent's of their stock to settle. It's worth about a million now, give or take. I plan to sell them and marry both of you."

Elena's eyes widened, then narrowed. "No way, Sketchpad," she snapped. "I have more than enough money for us. You keep those shares. That's for our babies. Future investment."

Claire laughed. Her big tits pressed against my arm. "She's right, shy guy. But... ever thought about being a full-time artist? Your sketches are pure fire."

I blinked. The idea sparked something new. "Never considered it," I said. "But... yeah, it'd be fun. Just me, my pencil, and you two."

Elena's grin was wicked. "Artist by day, our man by night. Deal." She kissed me hard again. This time Claire joined in on a group kiss.

***

The villa's glass walls glowed under the moonlight. The ocean's hum was mixing with the thumping beat from the speakers. The nude zone had turned into a wild party to celebrate the news.

Rosa and Dot were already there. They had beers and joints ready on the table. Rosa's perky tits bounced as she danced. She had kept a light patch on her pussy like Dot's. To my surprise, Dot was shaved clean. They had tried to mirror each other's style at the same time.

"Welcome back, lovebirds!" Rosa cheered. She served the beer to everyone. "Heard your ex doesn't want you anymore, delivery boy!"

Dot grinned at me. "Nice work, Picasso," she said. "Now party with your girls."

I settled on the lounge. Claire and Elena flanked me. Their naked bodies pressed against mine. The villa's freedom was electric. I wasn't the drifter anymore. I was theirs at last.

My cock had been out of action since Emma's letter. I planned to change that tonight. We enjoyed our beer and lit some joints. When we were buzzed enough, I made my move.

"Time to show who's the boss, Elena," I said. My voice was firm. I scooped her up in my arms. Her bandaged ankle dangled on the side as her tits pressed flat against my chest.

Her lips crashed into mine. She was fierce and hungry. Her tongue drove deep like she wanted to possess me.

Claire got up to give us some space. Dot and Ros cheered as the music pulsed around us.

I laid Elena down and spread her legs wide. Her pink pussy was dripping.

Claire knelt beside Elena and kissed her hard. Her hazel eyes were burning with need. She moved her fingers to trace Elena's taut nipples. "You are her first man, shy guy. Claim her as your own," Claire whispered.

"Claire," Elena breathed. I could see her fear and vulnerability.

Claire's lips brushed Elena's ear. "No, my love, let go. Be yourself," she whispered.

"Yah, boss. Tame that bitch," Rosa cheered.

Dot smacked her ass hard. "Shut up, you bitch." She chided.

I positioned my cock at Elena's pussy. Her pink lips pressed open against my teasing tip. "You ready?" I asked.

My hands gripped her hips, and I used her pussy juices to coat my cock.

"God, yes," Elena moaned. Her blue eyes locked on mine. "Give me that cock, Sketchpad. Take me for good."

I thrust into her, slow and deep. Her tight pussy opened wide around my shaft as I slid deeper.

She gasped. Her tits jiggled in Claire's palms. "Harder," she groaned. Her hips bucked to meet mine. She gripped my arms for support. Her nails dug into my skin.

Claire's fingers found Elena's clit. She started circling it fast. Her other hand pinching her nipple. She started tugging the tight buds.

Elena's moans grew louder. Her pussy spasmed around my cock as I fucked her harder.

My balls started slapping her ass as I bottomed out inside her. The slick sounds of our fucking mixed with the ocean's roar. Her heat was driving me wild.

"God, Elena," I grunted. My cock throbbed inside her pussy. "You feel so damn good."

Claire got up. Her lips crashed into mine. We made out for a while as I continued pistoning inside Elena. She broke the kiss and guided my hand to Elena's nipples. "Make her come, Elliot. She is sensitive there," she whispered.

I pinched Elena's nipples. My thrusts sped up, and I continued slamming into her pussy. Her juices dripped down my balls.

Elena's cry broke free. Her pussy clamped down on me as she came. Her body was shaking as her pussy gushed out around my cock. "Elliot!" she screamed. Her blue eyes were wild.

Her climax pushed me over the edge. I groaned as my orgasm hit hard. My cock pulsed as I started shooting hot cum deep inside her.

Claire's fingers kept circling Elena's clit to draw out her climax. Elena kept moaning as she came again under Claire's practiced fingers.

I collapsed onto Elena. My breath was ragged as I kissed her. Her pussy kept pulsing around my softening cock.

Claire kissed us both. "You're ours, shy guy," she whispered. Her hands started stroking my chest.

Across the pool, Rosa straddled Dot on another lounger. Their naked bodies were grinding to the beat. Rosa's fingers plunged into Dot's pussy. Her thumb circled her clit. Dot's hips bucked as she moaned.

Dot's nails raked Rosa's tight ass. Their gasps were loud and raw as their juices mixed together. "Yes, Rosa," Dot groaned. Her climax came hard. Her body trembled as Rosa's fingers fucked her harder.

Dot's finger dug deeper in Rosa's pussy as her thumb pressed against her ass. Rosa cried out loud as Dot's thumb pushed past her asshole.

"Fuck you, nasty bitch," she cried as her body shuddered. "You're mine tonight, lover," she shouted as her climax followed.

They kept on rocking against each other while their climax dwindled down.

The party slowed down, and the music faded. The ocean's hum took over the calm.

Dot sat up while pulling Rosa close. "I'm taking this hussy home," she announced. Her voice was hoarse. "Gonna keep her busy."

Elena's eyes flashed playfully. "Put her through paces, Dot. Make her behave," she called. "She's getting out of hands."

Dot laughed out loud. "I will," she said.

Rosa stuck out her tongue. Her tits bounced as she stood. "Good luck, boss," she teased while winking at me. "Congrats, delivery boy."

She sauntered off with Dot. Their laughter echoed behind them.

***

We sprawled naked in Elena's bed that night. Our bodies tangled in the soft glow of fairy lights. The ocean's roar pulsed outside.

Elena's lips locked onto Claire's nipples. Her tongue swirled around the platinum barbells. She teased it with slow, hungry licks.

"Mmm, babe," Claire purred. Her voice was thick with need.

Elena sucked harder. She loved to draw the raw moans from Claire.

My cock twitched at the sight of Elena's mouth on Claire's breasts. They were driving me crazy.

"Artist by day, huh?" Elena murmured. She tugged on Claire's nipples, pulling back with a wet pop. "You'll sketch my pussy next, right, Sketchpad?"

I grinned. My thumb rolled around Claire's clit piercing, coaxing a gasp. "Only if Claire's tits are in the frame too," I teased.

I was fascinated by Claire's piercings. Now I wanted to explore them to my heart's content. My fingers brushing her slick folds. I used those juices to make circles around the glinting diamond on her clit hood.

Claire's laugh was husky. "Deal, shy guy," she whispered. Her hand slid through my hair to pull my mouth closer to her pussy.

"Now that Emma's gone," Claire purred. "how many kids do you want, Elliot?"

I leaned down to kiss the diamond clit piercing. My tongue swirled the cool stone, tasting her sweet juices.

She writhed around as her thighs trembled.

"Two each," I said with a wide grin. "A whole damn crew."

Elena's eyes sparkled. Her hand squeezed mine. "I like that plan," she teased. "But babies need practice, Sketchpad." She reached for my cock. Her fingers ran along my hard length.

I groaned. My cock pulsed under her touch. I dove back to Claire's pussy. My lips latched on her clit piercing. Her juices coated my chin.

Claire moaned louder. Her big breasts jiggled as she gripped the sheets. She arched her hips into my mouth.

Elena moved fast to straddle Claire's face. Her shaved pussy hovered over Claire's lips. "Eat me, babe," she growled.

Claire's tongue darted out. She started lapping at Elena's wet folds. Her hands gripped Elena's toned ass to spread her wider.

Elena moaned. Her fingers pinched her own nipples, tugging them hard.

I knelt between Claire's thighs. My cock throbbed as I rubbed the tip against her dripping pussy.

"You ready, Claire?" I growled. My hands gripped her thick hips.

"God, yes," she moaned into Elena's pussy. Her hips bucked up.

I thrust into her, slow and deep. Her tight pussy clenching around my cock. I fucked her harder, each thrust drawing a gasp. The wet slap of skin mixed with her moans.

Elena ground against Claire's tongue. Claire lapped them all.

"Yes, babe," Elena groaned. Her blue eyes locked on me. "Fuck her harder, Sketchpad."

I leaned forward. My lips captured Claire's nipple. My tongue swirling around the barbells as I thrust deeper.

Claire's moans vibrated against Elena's clit. Her body trembled. My fingers found Claire's clit as I started circling the diamond piercing.

Elena's fingers joined Claire's tongue. She started rubbing her own clit in tight circles.

"Suck me, Claire. I am so close," she gasped.

Her climax hit first as her juices flooded Claire's mouth. Her body trembled as she rode Claire's lips.

Claire's pussy clamped tighter around my cock. "Elliot," she cried. Her voice broke free from Elena's pussy. Her pussy spasmed as she soaked my cock.

I groaned. My climax crashed through me. "Claire," I growled. Her pussy milked every single drop from me.

We collapsed together, but Claire wasn't done.

She straddled Elena's face. "Clean his cum, babe," Claire purred.

Elena's tongue lapped eagerly. She started sucking my cum mixed with Claire's juices. Her moans were muffled as Claire ground against her.

My cock stirred at the sight. I moved towards Elena. My hands gripped her hips.

"Your turn," I growled. My cock teasing her wet slit. I started fucking her hard from the start. Her pussy spread across my cock. Still twitching from her last climax.

"God, Sketchpad," Elena moaned. Her walls gripped my cock.

Claire's fingers found Elena's clit. She started rubbing it fast. Her other hand pinched Elena's nipples.

I fucked Elena harder. My cock slammed deep inside. Her raw moans filled the air.

"Elliot," Elena cried as she came hard on my cock. I followed soon. My orgasm surged as I filled her pussy with my cum.

We crashed onto the bed in a sweaty, tangled mess. I grinned and kissed them both. My heart was full. Emma's shadow was gone. Claire and Elena were my family. Our tide was stronger now.

******

Chapter 11: Endless Tides

It had been a month since Emma's heels clicked out of my life for good. Elena's ankle was back in action. My bruises were all gone, and I had gained some muscles. Claire, Elena, and I were solid together. Mind, body, and soul. All bare and raw for each other. We also planned to seal our commitment our way. A naked wedding under the sun's unapologetic glare.

The villa buzzed with a new kind of heat today. The backyard garden was our altar. A simple and wild setup. Elena had picked her favorite flower arrangements. Claire had hung fairy lights above us. Rosa had arranged the best of my portraits of Elena and Claire around us. And Dot? Let's just say she arranged enough buzz for everyone.

The ocean roared like it was hyping us up. Rosa and Dot walked in naked first. They had a joint in one hand and a beer in another. They had finally settled on having a small landing strip just above their bald pussies. Rosa had gone a step up and craved a small dot in the middle. She had also gotten a replica tattoo of a slithering snake around her hips. They were our crew and our witness. But I could tell Rosa had her own plans for Dot.

Claire stood between me and Elena. I was still obsessed with her huge breasts and barbell piercings. A ruby navel piercing glinted in the sunlight, and a diamond clit piercing flashed like a dare. Her lavender scent wrapped around us like a warm embrace.

Elena's blue eyes blazed as she looked at me and Claire. Her tight nipples were perpetually stiff these days. She had shaved her pussy clean. I stood there, comfortable in my skin. My cock was half-hard. This was my usual state nowadays. My heart hammered in anticipation of making our family official.

Rosa raised her beer with a grin. "To the hottest damn trio!" she shouted. "Get hitched, you sexy fuckers!"

Dot snorted. "Don't fuck it up, Picasso," she teased and winked at me.

We'd done the courthouse thing a week ago. All papers signed for our legal trio marriage. It was a quiet affair with no fuss. This was more of our soul vow. A simple celebration of our true love, raw and bare.

I went first. "Claire, Elena, you dragged me out of the dark. Claire, you're my anchor. You keep me grounded and real. Elena, you're my fire. You challenge me to be better in everything. I vow to love you and sketch your hearts forever. We will build our loving family together."

Claire's hazel eyes shimmered. "Elliot, your bar sketch saw my soul. Elena, you lit my fire when I was ice. I vow to love and hold you both. We will carry our kids together. You're my home, forever."

Elena's grin was fierce. "Sketchpad, you don't even know how special you are. You broke my fucking walls on day one. Claire, you're my heart. I vow to fight for us and raise our babies in this wild tide. No one's stealing you from me."

Claire pulled out three leather cords. Each with a tiny seashell. We tied them on each other's wrists. Dot whooped and tossed flower petals that stuck to our sweaty skin. Rosa clapped and jumped around like a Duracell bunny.

Claire's lips crashed onto mine. Elena joined in on the three-way kiss. It was always a mess, but we never had enough patience to kiss two people one by one. We loved it sloppy.

Rosa stepped up. Her eyes locked on Dot. She dropped to her knees. "Dot, you're my fucking chaos," she said while holding a shell-carved ring. "Be officially mine, you badass bitch."

Dot's jaw dropped. Then she laughed hoarsely. "Fuck, Rosa, you're gonna wreck me. Maybe I shouldn't, but why not? Hell yeah. I'm in, you wild hussy." She yanked Rosa up and kissed her lips hard.

Elena smirked at them. "Villa's yours tonight, Dot, Rosa. Tear it up if you want. We've got a tide to ride."

Claire's eyes gleamed, her hand squeezing mine. "We have a special place to visit, shy guy. Let's make it ours."

***

I followed behind Elena and Claire towards the cliffs. The tide was about to roll in, and the girls were not stopping. I soon understood their destination.

We reached the cave before the tide started. It was the same cave where I had carried Elena. The same place where I felt the utter despair knowing the two women I loved were already together. It was the place where our relationship had started. This was our secret place now.

Claire had turned it into a fucking paradise. Warm lights draped over the rocks. A thick inflatable mattress was placed on the platform. It had pillows and blankets for comfort. A cooler packed with beers and snacks was placed on the side. The ocean's roar echoed as the tide filled in. We were sealed in our private haven.

Elena and Claire stripped out of their clothes, and I followed. Elena pushed me to sit on the mattress. She straddled my lap. Her toned ass settled on my thighs. She pressed her dripping pussy against my hard cock. Her blue eyes burned with intensity.

"There is no reason to be a gentleman, Sketchpad," she teased. Her fingers trailed along my arm. "Bet you're dying to rock your hips." She reminded me playfully. "You can fuck us however you want, husband."

I grinned and grabbed her hips. "Gonna fuck you deep, wife," I said. I lifted her a bit. Her slick pussy lips parted around the tip of my cock. I slid her down onto my cock slowly.

She gasped, and her pussy walls clenched around my shaft. She rocked her hips to take me inch by slow inch. Her juices coated my balls.

"Fuck, Elliot," she moaned. Her tits bounced as she rode me. She grabbed my shoulders for leverage. Her nails dug into my skin as we moved in unison.

I thrust up, deep and steady. The wet slap of our fucking mixed with the tide's roar outside.

Claire knelt beside us. Her fingers circled her clit piercing as she watched us. "Claim her, husband," she whispered. She kissed Elena hard. Their tongues intertwined as we picked up speed.

Elena's moans hummed against her lips. Her pussy spasmed, and a sharp bite broke her lips as she came hard. Her juices soaked my cock.

"Husband!" she groaned and started trembling in my lap. I kept thrusting to draw out her climax. My balls were tight, but I held back.

Claire pushed Elena onto the mattress. "My turn, love," she purred. Her voice was thick with need.

I knelt behind her and gripped her hips. My cock teased her dripping slit.

"Fuck me, Elliot," she moaned and pushed back.

I slammed into her doggy-style. Her tight pussy swallowed my cock. Her ass jiggled with each thrust. The slick sound of my balls slapping her mixed with her raw moans.

Elena slid beneath Claire. Her lips latched onto Claire's nipples. She loved sucking the platinum barbell piercings. Her fingers teased Claire's clit piercing. She synced her movements with my thrusts.

"Harder, husband," Elena urged. Her eyes glinted with a wicked grin. "Let's tame her together," she called.

I fucked Claire deeper with long strokes. My cock throbbed inside her as her pussy clenched tight.

"Claire," I grunted and gripped her ass. I pulled my cock back and slammed it home with one powerful stroke.

Elena got her cue and tugged on Claire's nipples with both hands. Her lips closed on Claire's clit, and her tongue fiddled with her clit diamond.

A sharp, strangled moan echoed in the cave. "Elliot!" Claire screamed. She came hard around my cock, soaking me in her juices.

I continued hammering her pussy with everything I had. Elena also continued her assault on Claire's nipples and clit.

"Aaah..." Claire grunted as her body locked up. She pussy-trapped my cock with a powerful grip as she started cumming again. Her body locked up, and her pussy started squirting her love juices around my cock.

Elena opened her mouth and accepted everything she could.

Claire's limb bucked as she crashed on top of Elena. We collapsed together on the bed, panting.

Elena wasn't done. She pulled Claire into a sixty-nine position. Their pussies were inches apart from each other's mouths.

"You cum hungry slut," Claire called. "Come on. Suck all his cum out of me, babe," she growled. Her slick folds hovered over Elena's lips.

Elena's tongue darted out. She lapped at Clare's cum-filled pussy. Her tongue lapped up Claire's juices mixed with my seed.

Claire buried her face in Elena's pussy. Her tongue swirled around the clit. Their wet slurps filled the cave.

Elena's fingers plunged into Claire's pussy, curling deep. Claire's hands spread Elena's hips. She started diving her tongue deeper.

"Fuck, you two," I groaned. My cock was hard again.

Their climaxes hit together. Elena's juices flooded Claire's mouth. Elena's fingers fucked Claire's pussy through her orgasm. Their love burned like a fire.

They kept at it until they both reached another roaring climax. Their chins were slick with each other's juices.

We crashed on the mattress in a sweaty, tangled mess. The tide roared outside, but we paid little attention to it. We basked in each other's warmth as nature raged outside the cave.

"We're fucking forever," Elena murmured. She rested her head on my chest.

"We are solid," Claire whispered. Her lips brushed against mine.

"Solid," I said and kissed them both. I wasn't a drifter anymore. Neither was I alone. I had found my family.

The cave held us together. Our world was about to expand soon. Kids, art, and maybe a gallery of my sketches. Whatever may come, we were together.

******

Epilogue: Tides of Forever

The villa's glass walls shimmered under the midday sun. The ocean's roar was a steady beat against the lazy silence in the villa. Six months into Elena's pregnancy, her belly had swelled proudly. Her nipples had gone to a darker brown shade. Claire was two months pregnant. She was not showing up yet, but her skin had a subtle glow. Being ever protective, she had removed all her piercings for now. She was already dreaming of breastfeeding the kids. It wasn't likely the piercings would be coming back anytime soon. I missed them, but I couldn't agree more with her.

Claire had worked well on me, and I had gained proper muscles now. My art had found admirers, and I had earned a name in art circles. Last year had been fun with business travels and new experiences. Elena was not kidding about her business empire. She may have inherited it, but she was a capable businesswoman.

We had visited many destinations, including some of the nude beaches, but nothing compared to home. We were back again for another vacation in Oregon.

Rosa and Dot lounged by the pool, naked. Rosa had mellowed a lot in Dot's steady grip. She still had that wild spark, but she was much more grounded. Her eyes were soft as Dot brushed her hair. Their love was now a quiet fire instead of their old chaos.

Elena was sprawled on a lounger. "Daddy, draw my belly," she teased.

She started calling me "baby daddy," which shortened to "daddy" later. I liked it better than Sketchpad.

Claire laughed as she knelt beside Elena. "Don't forget mine, husband," she purred. "Our baby's going to love your art."

I grabbed my pencil and let it flow. Fresh lines on paper captured Elena's swollen curves and Claire's budding glow. The villa's freedom was electric. No shadows haunted us now. We were solid, raw, forever.

Rosa cheered, "Fuck, that's art, boss!"

Dot smirked. "Nice work, Picasso. Keep those hands busy."

I nodded at her. Dot's rose-and-dagger tattoo, the blade slicing through petals on her left breast, was a mystery to me. "What's the story, Dot? That ink's got a tale."

Her eyes crinkled. "Rose for love, dagger for pain. Means let the past stay dead, Picasso. Look to the future. Your wives, your kids, and your art." She sipped her beer.

Her words echoed in my mind. "Let the past stay dead." It finally dawned on me. The daggers were not only about pain. It was about survival. Anyway, it was her secret. I had no business of being nosy.

Rosa's hand traced the dagger lightly. She sighed as her fingers moved along the lines.

"She gets it," Dot added.

I nodded at her and continued with my sketching.

Later, I kissed Elena and Claire. My heart was full. I had two wives, two babies on the way, and I was a full-time artist. What's more? My portraits were selling.

I sent a silent thanks to Emma for setting me on the path of drifter. I wouldn't have found my shore and my tide otherwise. Now, I had everything I ever wanted and more in spades. Life was good.

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Author's Note: Well, that's a wrap, everyone! I poured my heart into Elliot, Elena, and Claire. Their trust is a mirror to my own search for belonging.

This tale is close to my heart because it's about finding your people. Own your truth and find your tribe. That's what I wanted to achieve in this story. The villa, the beaches, the cave... I wanted to use them as symbol of boundless love.

Thank you for walking this shore with me. I'd love to hear what you think! Did the story spark something in you? Got a favorite moment? Did a vibe that hit home? Drop a comment and share your thoughts. I'm all ears.

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