Choose Me - Roberto/MC

Choose Me - Roberto/MC

Summary:

Roberto just wants this Stick or Twist ceremony to be over so he can leave the villa, like he should have done the night his girl was dumped. But sometimes, things have a way of working themselves out…

Rating: Teen

Words: 2,440

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Roberto runs a hand over his weary face as he takes his seat on the bench around the fire pit. The glow of the flickering flames should give him a sense of warmth, but he’s been cold ever since a few nights earlier, when he watched his girl walk out of the villa.

Andi.

God, he was an idiot not to walk out right then and there. But the boys convinced him to give it a day or two first, to make sure his feelings were real. After all, they’ve only known each other a couple weeks, and they live in different countries, for chrissakes. He would be crazy to chase after her, wouldn’t he? Things on the outside aren’t the same as things in the villa, or so the boys said. But being without her only confirmed what he’s known all along, since the night he first laid eyes on her — she’s the one for him.

But then the girls were swept off to Casa Amor, and a new set of girls came in. The guys encouraged him to get to know them, but it didn’t feel right. None of it did. The villa lost its lustre when Andi left. Even the neon beanbag chairs and cheeky sayings posted around the place seemed to have dulled overnight. But he could hardly leave the show in the middle of Casa Amor, without saying a proper goodbye to the original girls. They’re his friends too, and Bella in particular would never forgive him if he walked before she could give him another sock in the arm or ruffle his hair.

The corners of his lips tip up just a little at the thought of that blue-haired firecracker. The two of them became fast friends, and he can’t wait to see her again. There’s never been anything romantic between them and never will be, but his Love Island experience wouldn’t be the same without her.

He just hopes she found someone in Casa Amor. He’s banking on it, actually — because if she couples up, then he’ll be single. And if he’s single, then… well, maybe, hopefully, he’ll be dumped. Either way, he’s planning to leave at the first opportunity to go find his girl, but he wants to make sure Bella’s taken care of first. He doesn’t want to risk leaving her vulnerable.

Finally, the host walks in and does her spiel, and the ceremony begins. Ozzy is the first to rise to his feet, and it comes as no surprise when he says he’s sticking with Grace. Roberto shakes his head in annoyance, making a tutting sound. It’s no secret that Ozzy had a thing for Andi, and now without her in the picture, he’s falling back on Grace, knowing how much the girl is obsessed with him. But as much as Grace has been wilfully blind to all of it, Roberto can’t help but think she deserves better. She might be coupled up with him, but she’s clearly Ozzy’s second choice.

Grace comes in alone and flings herself into his arms, and Roberto rolls his eyes as he pretends to clap along. There’s a brief moment when some doofus from Casa Amor storms in and yells at Grace about something or other, but security is quick to drag him back into the villa, leaving Grace flustered and embarrassed and Ozzy confused and not a little like he’s been made to look like a mug.

Fuckin’ deserves it.

Then Lewie gets up and makes a speech about going with the flow, which causes a few titters and giggles around the fire pit as a blue-eyed blonde steps forward from the row of Casa girls. The two of them are a perfect match, and they’ll have perfect blonde, blue-eyed babies.

And then Roberto thinks he’s dreaming, because that’s Andi walking towards him, on the arm of—wait, no. He gives his head a shake and looks at her again. The woman walking in may share the same face as his girl, but she wears her hair a little longer and wavier, her nose isn’t pierced, and her lips have a way of twisting into an ugly smirk that Andi isn’t capable of. It’s Amelia, her twin.

He lifts a curious eyebrow as he takes in the man she’s with, barely stifling the bubble of laughter that almost courses out of him. Of course Amelia would couple up with the carbon copy of Ozzy, although this guy has longer hair, a beard, and a few tattoos peeking out from under his clothing. And judging by the look on Ozzy’s face, he’s not so happy to see his dear brother. Which tracks, considering he never even told the guys that his brother is actually his twin.

The two of them exchange a few tense words before Amelia leads Marshall to an open space on the opposite side of the bench, throwing a jealous look in Flo’s direction.

And then it’s Roberto’s turn.

He wipes the moisture from his palms and takes a deep breath as he rises to his feet, gazing around at all the familiar faces. This isn’t his goodbye speech, not quite yet, but it’s still the final time he’s going to be doing one of these recouplings. He might actually miss it.

The host gives him a nod, and he clears his throat. “As you all know, the last few days have been… well.” He throws a sheepish look towards Ivy and the other two girls who were sent in to tempt them, whose names he never even bothered to learn, giving them an apologetic smile. “My mind and my heart have both been elsewhere, so I’ve been pretty poor company. I’m usually a lot of fun, I promise.”

There’s a chorus of muffled laughter around the fire pit.

“Although I’m technically coupled up with Bella—” A hard glance towards Elliot makes the other man flush “—there’s been another girl on my mind, and these last few days have given me all the clarity I need to go after what I want. I hope Bella found someone while she was away, but I have to do what’s right for myself, and that’s to stick.”

The host smiles softly. “Alright, let’s see what Bella decided to do.”

All eyes turn towards the villa. Roberto doesn’t know why his heart is pounding, but it is, until finally his partner appears — holding hands with someone else.

He lets out a sigh of relief, and a wide smile crosses his face. When she catches his eye, she beams at him, as if she’s as happy to see that he’s standing there alone as he is to see that she’s twisted to someone new.

When they reach the fire pit, she stands next to the host, but all she can look at is him, her eyes sparkling with joy and excitement — and a hint of mischievousness. He knows that look well, the look that says that she knows something he doesn’t. But what could it possibly mean?

The host asks her a few questions, and Roberto learns that the new guy’s name is Andy — which makes him chuckle a little even as a pang goes through him at the reminder of his Andi. He seems nice, and he’s looking at Bella like she hung the moon, so Roberto couldn’t be happier for her. They come over and he gives Bella one of his biggest hugs, Andy a firm handshake, and then they all sit down together.

“Turns out we both have a thing for Andis,” he whispers to Bella, making her giggle as Elliot stands up. “I’m so happy you found someone.”

“I’m so happy you didn’t,” she replies, that twinkle reappearing in her eye, though it’s replaced by a flash of worry as her mouth quivers. “I almost didn’t switch, you know. To keep you safe.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. I… Bella, you know there’s no one else for me. If I can’t have Andi, then I don’t mind getting dumped.”

The worry disappears, the sparkle beaming even brighter, and she covers his hand with one of hers, giving it a squeeze as they both turn to watch Ivy cross the fire pit towards Elliot, looking like the cat who’s caught the canary.

Bella sighs. “I knew he’d switch.”

Roberto shrugs. “He kinda had to, didn’t he? Andi’s gone, so he’s single.”

She looks like she’s about to say something, only to quickly snap her mouth shut. He narrows his eyes, wondering why she’s acting funny.

The host starts speaking again, and he’s fully expecting her to end the proceedings and say her goodbyes, but what she says instead stops him in his tracks.

“Before I let you all go, I have one more surprise for you.” She looks at Elliot, then at Roberto, before turning to look towards the villa.

Roberto is bewildered. What’s going on? The rest of the boys are just as confused as he is, but the girls are all beaming at him. But what for? His palms begin to sweat, his heart pounding faster in his chest, and then he hears them.

Footsteps.

His breath catches in his throat as his eyes lock onto the space where the other girls have appeared. Is it another new Islander? Already? Or is it—

Andi. His Andi.

There she is, like a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from. Her eyes meet his and they light up bright, filling the villa with vibrant colour again. The air whooshes out of his lungs, and he’s on his feet, his knees wobbling beneath him.

But then his vision blurs, starting at the edges, and his heart squeezes in his chest. Of course, she’s just a mirage. This isn’t real; none of it is. He’s sleeping, and any moment now he’ll wake up to find himself on the daybeds, having napped the afternoon away. And then he’ll have to do it all over again, going through the motions of getting ready for the evening and then watching everyone recouple while he wishes he’d walked out days earlier.

“Roberto.”

It even sounds just like her. Warm hands cup his cheeks, which he realizes are wet with his tears. A soft, gentle laugh that makes him squeeze his eyes shut, wanting to return to those blissful moments with her.

“Roberto, it’s me.”

He’s scared to open his eyes, but he does it anyway, and she’s standing in front of him, tears streaking down her own face, but she’s smiling. God, he loves her smile, and he can’t help but mirror it.

“Pinch me.”

Instead, she presses her lips to his, salty tears mixing with the sweet strawberry flavour of the lip gloss she always wears, and he crumbles. His arms slide around her waist, just as much to give himself something to lean on as to bring her closer to him.

“Is it really you?” He can still scarcely believe it, but she tastes and feels so real.

Andi nods, her eyes glowing with the happiness that he feels. “C’mon,” she says, threading her fingers through his and leading him to the bench, where Bella and Andy scooch over to make room.

The host is talking again, but Roberto doesn’t catch a word. He’s too busy staring at Andi, unable to believe his luck. She’s back. He has no idea what she’s doing there, but she’s back.

She squeezes his hand, and he snaps to attention. “She just asked us something, hun.”

He looks back over at the host. “Sorry, could you repeat…?”

The host smiles. “I have a feeling I already know the answer to this, but… as you and Andi are both single, you now have the option to couple up with each other, or to stay single and vulnerable.”

“Fuck yes!” he exclaims with a fist pump, before turning to Andi and smashing his lips against hers. She lets out a squeal before melting into it, wrapping her arms around him.

The ceremony ends, the host leaves, and one by one, the other couples wander off to do their own thing, leaving Roberto and Andi to themselves.

“How are you here?” he asks breathlessly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear and letting his hand linger. He can’t stop touching her, he hasn’t stopped touching her since she walked in.

“I wasn’t actually dumped. I was sent to Casa Amor early.”

“What?”

“I know! It was so dumb. Supposedly I got the most votes, not the least.”

Roberto smiles, his heart swelling with pride for his girl. “That tracks. Not that I’m happy about you being in Casa Amor with four new boys all to yourself.”

“It was a waste of a plot twist, really,” Andi replies with a shrug. “The guys were nice enough, but none of them were you.”

“Phew.” He wipes his forehead, laughing. “I might’ve been in trouble if they were.”

She laughs, and his heartbeat quickens. Oh, how he’s missed that sound.

“You had to know Elliot would switch, though, right? He thought you were gone. You knew you’d be left single.”

“Bella was worried about leaving you single too, but I encouraged her to switch. She deserves a romantic couple, and Andy is great.”

“He seems nice.”

“He is! But we figured, well… If Elliot left me single, and Bella left you single, then at least we’d be single together.”

“Or dumped,” he points out.

“Apparently not.” Her thumb brushes over his skin where their hands are still laced together. “I can’t believe we got to couple up.”

“I would have left for you, you know. I was ready to pack my bags tonight if I needed to.”

“Well, thankfully you don’t need to.”

“Would that have been so bad? Getting dumped?” he asks. “I would leave right now with you by my side, if it meant never getting separated again.”

She gives him a soft smile, her eyes full of tenderness. “I won’t let that happen again.”

“We still could, you know. Leave. I already know I have everything I want.” He gives her hand a squeeze for emphasis. “I don’t need the rest of it.”

Andi shakes her head. “We can’t leave.”

“Why not? Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

The corner of her mouth turns up into a smirk, and she gazes across the villa before turning back to him, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“We can’t let Amelia win.”

Roberto’s head tilts back as he laughs. All his doubts immediately vanish — he’s not dreaming. This is real. This girl who he’s grown to know and—yes—even love is really back.

Yes. I've heard @mrsbsmooth sound just like this when talking about a certain character. Or rather, I've heard the lust in her voice via text DMs 🤣

(consumed with lust voice) omg what a fucking weirdo

Ya'll aren't ready. But if you like smut, you should read it anyhow. It lives up to its name, that's all I'll say. I'm also proud to say that I fucked up the ending for everyone with a single suggestion 😆You're welcome.

Can you please rewrite Casa Amor day 1 except MC does a real ho route… with all four boys 🙈 maybe not Francis 💀

FILTHY

Andy/Hamish/Marshall/MC - 8800+ words - @mrsbsmooth EXTREMELY NSFW

The boys in the villa aren’t enough for her. The boys in Casa… might be.

Don’t read this in public.

Alexis was done. She was fucking done.

She was done with Amelia constantly going after the guy she liked, she was over Ozzy dicking her around and not being honest with Grace, she was done with being locked in a villa without a single guy who knew his way around a woman’s body. She knew without needing to try them– not one of those guys knew where the clitoris was; maybe Lewie, but he was so damn vanilla that it wouldn’t have mattered if he did. 

Alexis was ready to go home. God only knew she’d have a better chance of finding a guy on her own outside of the villa’s gaudy walls. But when she found out she was going to Casa Amor a day early to get to know four brand new guys… 

Well, she couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that. 

From the moment she walked in, she’d had her eye on three of them: The adorable vet who hinted that he was also pretty good with human anatomy. The tattooed Adonis with an enormous revenge boner, and probably a real one to match. The absolutely wired real estate agent who she knew was probably into some absolutely filthy shit.  

Any of the three were better than the wet fish back at the villa. 

But which one to choose?

Andy kissed her so confidently in the kissing challenge, and he was so cocky as he flirted with her. Double entendres. Innuendo. He was quiet, but he certainly wasn’t shy, especially when it came to letting her know he was interested in her. He knew his way around a body, she knew that for sure; his fingers gently flitting over the sensitive spots on her hips, back, and neck with such delicacy he could almost claim it was innocent. But he knew what those touches did to her– his subtle glances at her parted lips almost assured her of that. 

Hamish was a bit weird to start with; she hadn’t been able to read him at first. But the more she watched him, the more she knew. He said and did some weird shit when he was nervous, trying to hide it behind the first thing that came to his mind. But when it came down to it, she already knew he’d be willing to put his money where his mouth was. Or to put other things where his mouth was. That boy had some fucking kinks, she could already tell. Biting. Licking. Food? He was unhinged enough that he’d probably all the way choke her if she asked him to. He was up for anything, and that turned her the fuck on.

And Marshall was… well, he was Marshall. He was Ozzy, but make it spicy. There was no good-guy vibe there, no ‘I-don’t-do-one-night-stands’ or ‘I-can’t-hurt-Grace’s. Marshall was pure fuckery, pure ego, pure absolute chaos, and woof, the fact he shared Ozzy’s impeccable bone structure? There was a chance he was talking himself up, which wouldn’t do at all… but she was ready and willing to find out.

Three guys, one day, a world of opportunity for her to explore. 

If she moved fast.

*

Step One: Get rid of Francis. 

It wasn’t difficult. All she had to do was ask him what the deepest meditative state he could reach was. 

“So deep that I can’t pull myself out of it,” he answered, with a disgustingly peaceful smile. “I need someone to wake me.”

“Can you show me?”

Francis pulled his lips to the side, unsure. 

Alexis internally rolled her eyes. But it had to be done. 

“Francis… I’m kinda…. Into that.”

“Oh… Oh,” he responded, his face contorting into some horrific mimicry of a smirk. “Well, then, I suppose I could show you… If you promise to wake me up in, let’s say, two minutes?”

“Of course!” Alexis smiled. 

Francis pressed on his forehead, making some deep guttural noise, and sent himself into a deep trance. And almost immediately, Alexis got up and walked away. 

Step One: Complete. 

*

Step Two: Prepare.

She walked to the front door, locked it, then went to the fuse box in the kitchen, switching every one of the fuses to ‘off’ except for the lights. That took care of the cameras. 

Now, the men. 

This part was easy. Alexis walked up to each of them in turn, flitting her fingers up their arms, and told them to meet her in the bedroom in five minutes. Hamish’s eyebrow twitched, Andy’s cock did– she saw it through his shorts. Marshall leaned in close and brushed his lips across her cheek. 

And when she entered the room five and a half minutes later, all three of them were there. 

Step Two: Complete. 

*

Step Three: Let the games begin.

Marshall, Hamish, and Andy were gathered, standing around one of the beds, clearly waiting for an explanation for why she’d asked all three of them there and why the villa had suddenly lost most of its electricity. Thank the Lord for summer, none of them were wearing shirts– all three incredible physiques on full display as they walked around in nothing more than swim shorts.

Alexis entered the room, closed the door behind her, and locked it tight. 

“What is this?” Hamish asked. “Is this part of a challenge or something?”

Alexis walked toward them, her eyes focussed on him. She stopped a few metres in front of them. 

“Sort of,” she said, her lips curling into a soft smirk. “It’s a different kind of challenge, though.”

“Oh?” Andy smirked, catching on that she was up to something. “One you’ve assigned yourself?”

Clever boy. I knew you’d get it.

“See, I’ve found myself in a bit of a predicament,” she started, pulling her hair from its bun and sending it tumbling down over her shoulders. She took a strand of it between her fingers, twirling it around them demurely. “The rest of the girls are coming to the villa tomorrow.”

“Yes… and?” Hamish asked. 

“And,” Alexis continued, biting her lip softly. “I’ve kissed all three of you. But I still haven’t decided which one of you I want. So I thought… maybe… we could invent our own challenge. To help me decide.”

She looked up, her eyes big and innocent as a helpless doe, and to her utmost glee, found a pack of hungry wolves staring back at her. They looked hesitant but utterly intrigued, three pairs of eyes devouring her with their ravenous gaze.

“And what would this challenge entail?” Marshall asked, casually sliding onto the bed, patting the space beside him.

Alexis slipped in next to him, facing Hamish and Andy. 

“It would be kind of a series of challenges.”

“Like what?” Hamish asked, devouring her with his eager gaze as she bit her lip. 

“Well, the first would be for one of you to undress me.”

Silence. 

And that was fine. She expected this.

Hesitancy was only normal. No one wanted to test to see if she was serious, only to find out that it was some weird prank. Alexis looked at Andy, daring him to move, but he hesitated. She looked over her shoulder, twitching her eyebrow at Marshall, and he studied her face to see if she was messing with him.

So she turned her face to Hamish.

All she had to do was meet his gaze, and he stepped forward, unwaveringly confident as he had been since the second she met him. He wouldn’t have cared if she was messing with him– the boy had no shame. 

Which was exactly what she was counting on. 

He knelt on the bed in front of her, and for a moment, he was gentle, tracing his hand up her arm, onto her shoulder, brushing against her collarbone with his thumb. His fingers threaded up the back of her neck, into her hair, and suddenly, he wasn’t gentle any more. Hamish gripped her tightly, pulling her in, kissing her hard. 

And Alexis responded. 

Hamish dropped his lips to her neck, sucking and biting at her skin with surprising precision, dragging a line over her collarbone and down onto the top of her breast. She reached for the tie of her bikini, but he smacked her hand away, untying it himself in two fluid motions. He tugged it out from between them, tossing it across the room, exposing her breasts to the cool villa air.

And it was on.

Seeing she was serious, Marshall didn’t hesitate, leaning in, kissing down her collarbone and onto her breast, taking her nipple in his mouth. Andy’s breath caught, and Alexis watched him undo his shorts, slipping his hand inside them as he watched intently.

She kissed Hamish again, and he slipped his eager tongue into her mouth, making her moan as Marshall began to trace her nipple with his lips. Hamish’s kisses began to trail down her jaw, and Marshall’s began to rise, the boys meeting on either side of her neck in a seemingly perfect synchronisation. 

Andy kneeled on the bed, crawling up toward her as the other two kept her busy. He dragged her legs out in front of her and tugged her bikini bottoms down over her ass, sliding them down her legs and throwing them across the adjacent bed. 

She moaned in approval as he dragged his lips over her ankles and calves, watching her intently as he kissed a hungry trail up to her thighs.

“How far do you want this to go?” Andy asked, his gaze more ravenous than she expected.

“Keep going until I say the safeword,” she replied, biting her lip. 

“What’s the safeword?” Hamish asked. 

Alexis looked up at him, teasing him with her gaze.

“Don’t know,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “I’ve never had to use one.”

Hamish’s eyes flashed with a darkness she recognised, a moan captured by the exhale of his heavy breath.

Called it, she thought. Hamish was into some kinky shit.

To her left, she heard the rustling of fabric. Marshall took her hand, sliding it into his swim shorts and onto his already very hard cock. He broke apart from kissing her for a moment, whistling to get Hamish’s attention. Hamish lifted his head, and Marshall nodded down toward his swim shorts. Hamish glanced at Alexis to confirm, and she nodded, sending him the sluttiest, most wanting eyes she could manage. Without a modicum of shame, Hamish tugged his shorts down, and she licked her hand, wrapping it around him as he thrust his hips forward to meet it. 

Andy didn’t hesitate, not even hesitating for a moment; spreading her legs and parting her gently with his fingers. He brought them to her clit, rubbing small circles on her, gently teasing her as Marshall and Hamish continued kissing her neck. She pumped her hands over both of them, her rhythm steady, and Andy lowered his head. As if transfixed, he admired her, before glancing up at her and holding her gaze.

“What’s the next challenge?”

She looked down at him, her eyes hooded, biting her lip as he leaned in. His breath was hitting her right where she wanted him. Needed him. Andy looked up at her, waiting patiently for instructions, a cheeky, knowing grin on his face. 

He knew exactly what the next challenge was. 

“Make me come.”

He smirked and brought his mouth to her, and she gasped. 

She still had Marshall and Hamish in her hands, and she had to stop herself from gripping them too hard. But Andy’s mouth was…

Oh, fuckkkk.

He was all tongue. All lips. All heat and deep, grunting moans as he started a teasingly slow rhythm. The sensation was ecstasy; a pair of hungry, plush lips on her neck, a pair leaving rough, biting hickeys on her breasts, a pair gently sucking and licking her clit. But right now, it was the last one that was drawing the most of her attention. 

She spread her legs wider, and Andy settled in, wrapping her legs around his head as he tugged her a little more down the bed. The change in angle made her gasp, and Andy pulled away, chuckling a little. 

“I told you, they call me the cat whisperer,” he smirked. “But I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

He brought his lips back to her, and Alexis moaned, as he licked a loooong line right up her centre. Andy was messy, and he absolutely did not care, her wetness coating him nose to chin as he groaned. Every shuddering movement of her hips, every twitch of her legs only urged him on, wrapping her thighs around his head as if suffocating himself wasn’t only okay, it was the goal. Alexis watched him, gasping as he shifted, rolling slightly onto his side and slipping his hand back into his shorts. He began teasing himself as he devoured her, slowing the pace of his slick tongue to match his hand on his own tip, and it was doing things to her body that shouldn’t have been legal.

“Andy,” she whispered, “I’m getting close.”

He groaned again, his pace lifting, one hand wrapped around her thigh, one around his own cock as he kept doing exactly what he was doing. She could see him rocking himself into his own hand, as if desperately picturing what it’d be like to fuck her. 

But he would have to wait.

Marshall shuffled back, leaning her back, and she propped herself up on her elbows. He took her hand from his pants, tugging himself free, and she gasped. He was long, almost too long, curving slightly downwards, and she almost began drooling as he got back to his knees. He brought his tip to her lips, running it across them, and her tongue darted out, flicking him, but her lips remained closed. 

“Open up, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I want to feel it when Andy gets you there.”

She parted her lips, and Marshall didn’t hesitate, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her mouth onto his cock. 

“Ohhh yeahhh,” he groaned. “That’s it.” He began gently thrusting himself into her mouth, moving her head back and forth on him with the rhythm he wanted, and he bit his lip. “God, you’ve got a great mouth.”

Alexis shuddered with need, so unbelievably wet at how vocal he was.

“Fuck, I’m having a go at that next,” Hamish groaned. She focused her attention on him for a moment, looking up at him while Marshall fucked her mouth, and found him watching her intently, as if his very own porno was playing out right in front of his eyes. He adjusted her grip on him, and she moaned her approval, giving him a little more pressure and a lot more pace. Hamish’s eyes rolled back, and he groaned.

But as stupidly hot as it was, she could barely concentrate on anything other than the heat between her legs; the gentle, fluttered vibration of Andy’s tongue where she needed it most. It was building, and she knew he could tell, studying her like he was taking an exam in her body. Watching her every movement, responding to her every twitch, a low growl in the back of his throat as he pushed her towards the peak. It was so good, he was so good, she wanted to scream it. She looked up at Marshall, begging with her eyes to be able to make noise and—

“Go on, sweetheart,” Marshall grunted, pulling out of her mouth for a moment. “Let us hear it.”

At the last moment, Andy pressed his tongue flat against her clit, sucking gently, and that was it.

“Fuck, fuck!” she gasped. 

Alexis exploded, her legs trying to squeeze shut around Andy’s head as she came with a shuddering gasp. He held her open, forcing her legs wide, keeping her exposed to him and not letting up. Over and over he flicked his tongue, sucking her back to the crest and holding her there for just one more second, pushing her from a gasp to a cry. Her voice faltered with each breath, trying to release some of the tension as Andy tied her to her peak, when she suddenly felt the sharp pain of her hair being pulled.

Her mouth fell open, but it was instantly filled; Hamish shoving himself into her mouth as he held her by the hair. And as he did, he was greeted by the muffled back end of her orgasm, the vibrating ‘mm-mmm-mmmm!’ the only vocal evidence of what Andy had done to her.

Andy propped himself up on his elbows, then onto his knees, looking at her triumphantly. 

“Nice one, mate,” Hamish nodded.

Andy glanced down at Alexis and winked. 

“Next challenge?”

Hamish released her mouth, and she gasped for air, panting as she tried to form the words. She knew what she wanted, she knew what they wanted, and she knew that they wanted the same thing. 

“Don’t stop until I’m covered in it,” she panted. “Make me wish I’d gone home.”

Andy’s eyes flashed with heat, and he shuffled off the bed, made his way over to the fishbowl vase on the other side of the room, and grabbed a handful of condoms from it, the crinkle of bright pink wrappers sending a rush of blood back to between her legs. If he shared a look with the other two boys, she didn’t see it, because without so much as a word, he’d tossed the pile on the bed and rolled one on. She glanced down, seeing him, and groaned at the flawless boyfriend dick that greeted her. A respectable just-under-6 inches, she estimated, thick enough to make her moan but not so thick she couldn’t let him fuck her in the ass every now again. That, combined with the fact he’d just given her the best head she’d had in months? 

Andy was decisively in the lead. 

He teased himself at her entrance, using the mess he’d made on her to wet his tip, and pushed into her without a second of hesitation. He started gently, but quickly began a rhythm of hard, fast thrusts. He smirked at her, so she winked back, flexing her kegels for him. He lost his focus, groaning loudly, his head falling back and his lips parting, and Alexis saw the other two watch him with interest. 

“You good, mate?” Marshall asked. 

Andy shuffled, bringing his knees up a little, adjusting inside her. 

“Yeah,” he gasped. “So fucking tight.”

Alexis’ giggle was muffled by a hard twitch of Hamish’s cock in her mouth, but she made it all the same. She was more than a little proud. It was the first time she’d ever heard Andy swear. 

“Fuck,” Marshall groaned, turning to her, lazily teasing himself with her hand as he kissed her breasts. “Kinda wish I’d had a taste of you before he started.”

“I mean…” Hamish chuckled. “You could always just kiss Andy?”

Alexis' eyes widened, and Marshall raised an eyebrow at her. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”

As best as she could, she nodded furiously.

Marshall shrugged, leaning just across the bed, and placed his hand gently on the back of Andy’s neck, guiding him closer. And without a second of hesitation, captured Andy’s lips with his.

Alexis pulled her mouth away from Hamish, but it did not close, hanging open as the two men passionately kissed in front of her. Andy dragged one hand through Marshall’s beard, while the other firmly gripped her thigh, Marshall’s large hands roaming through Andy’s hair.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “That’s… ohhh fuck.”

Andy’s fast-paced thrusts didn’t falter for a second as he greedily accepted Marshall’s tongue in his mouth, leaning into the kiss and sighing as if it wasn’t just for her benefit. They parted, and Marshall closed his eyes, rolling his lips together as if he was savouring them.

“Mmmmm,” he growled as he looked back at her, “I knew you’d taste good.” 

Alexis whimpered, biting her lip as Marshall settled back in at her side. He took her hand, wrapping it around him, and slid his own between her and Andy, toying with her clit.

Finally able to think again, Alexis looked back at Hamish, who was once again watching the situation unfolding in front of him with eyes full of lust. He had his hand wrapped around himself, and God, he was thick– she couldn’t wait for him to take his turn down the other end, stretching and filling her as she begged for mercy. But instead, Hamish shuffled off the bed. He tugged her towards the edge and let her head hang off it, upside down. 

Oh, God. Oh, God, she knew where this was going. 

Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, he tapped her chin, commanding her to open to him, and she did, stretching her neck to run her tongue across his tip, but Hamish wasn’t interested in being teased.

He eased his cock back into her mouth, taking a moment to get the angle right…

And he thrust straight down her throat.

She couldn’t even moan, the unbelievable stretch of his cock all the way down her throat rendering her incapable of speech. But as he drew himself back out, he glanced down at her, raising his eyebrow with an arrogant smirk. 

“Yeah, bet you liked that,” Hamish growled, his eyes ablaze with raw, rushing lust.

“Fuck yeah,” she croaked, her throat already raw. “Again–”

He gave it to her, thrusting deep into her throat, and Marshall laughed.

“Give it to her, Andy,” he smirked, Alexis’ eyes fluttering shut with every thrust of Hamish’s cock down her throat. “I think our girl likes it hard.”

Andy listened, pulling her legs tighter around his waist, fucking her harder as Hamish thrust faster into her mouth. She couldn’t see Andy, but she could definitely feel him, his deep, relentless grinds into her making her shudder.

Hamish’s breath fell heavy with each buck of his hips, and she tried to work her tongue over him, but all she could do was whimper desperately at how well he filled her mouth. He was transfixed, as if looking at something special; eyes spanning her body like she was a multi-million-pound view. 

“Yeah, you like it a bit rough, don’t you, luv.”

It wasn’t a question, but she tried to moan her response anyway, finding she couldn’t. Instead, she let her eyelids flutter as she rolled her eyes back. 

And in response, Hamish wrapped his hand around her throat.

Hamish, you beautiful, kinky bastard.

It wasn’t hard enough to choke her, not in the slightest. It was for him; the subtlest pinch of his fingers, squeezing the part of her throat where his tip reached over and over. He ran his palm up and down her throat from above, his hands masterful and practised, using her as some kind of fucktoy for his own pleasure. Her eyes watered with every thrust, and it seemed to do something to him, making his eyes roll back as he began fucking her throat faster. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, his lips parting with a symphony of deep grunts. “I might be out in a sec, lads.”

“Me too,” Andy gasped. She couldn’t see him, but she heard the desperation in his voice. She could tell from his unbelievable grip on her thighs that he was already teetering on the edge. 

“You good if we finish?” Hamish panted, looking at Marshall. 

“Hell yes,” he responded. “Go for it lads. I’m gonna need both of you out of the way for what I’m gonna do to her.”d

Alexis' eyes widened.

Hamish turned back to her, his voice deep and ragged. “You ready for it, luv?”

She nodded as best she could, any she began flexing her kegels again for Andy as she tried her best to swallow on Hamish, drawing loud curses and groans from both of them. Hamish unleashed first, ramming his entire length into her with a gasp, his fingers tightening on her throat. He damn near cried out, and she felt the pulsing under her lips, trying her best not to explode herself as he came deep inside her throat. Andy was next, bucking into her with reckless abandon, claiming her body and bringing himself to the edge. She flexed again, over and over, squeezing him with her muscles as best she could. 

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, slamming himself into her, her squeals of shock at the depth completely muffled by Hamish’s cock.

Andy came with a groan, lurching into her over and over, leaving bruises on her thighs with the strength of his slender fingers. Neither he nor Hamish pulled out, both panting and gasping for air as they began softening at either end of her. 

She heard the telltale slap of a high-five, and a gentle chuckle from one of them as they began to pull out. 

“God damn,” Andy gasped, “That was incredible.”

“Right?” Hamish said, finally drawing his cock out of her throat. “Can’t wait to do that again.”

Alexis took a deep breath, filling her lungs fully for the first time in what felt like an age. She cleared her throat, trying to will herself to speak.

“Bold of you to assume I’d let you do it again?”

She grinned cheekily up at Hamish, and all three guys laughed. Hamish patted his open palm against the side of her face approvingly.

“You did good," he winked, further cementing himself as her favourite.

For now. 

Neither bothered to redress as they took long draughts of their water bottles. God, she was thirsty, and Hamish seemed to notice, kneeling down by the bed, offering her some of his own water. She opened her mouth, and she was surprised as he lifted her head slightly, pouring it carefully in before placing her softly back down. She furrowed her brow at him, questioning the gentleness of it, but he just shrugged and sat back on the adjacent bed, ignoring it.

Alexis turned her head, still catching her breath, and locked eyes with Marshall.

“Alright. What’re you gonna do to me?” she panted. 

Marshall grinned, his gaze heated with mischief. “Might give you a little challenge of your own.”

“And what will that entail, exactly?”

Marshall’s eyes fell dark, and he got to his knees again. “First, let’s see if you can follow instructions.”

He grabbed one of the condoms, bringing it to her lips, and tapped it against them. 

“Bite,” he commanded, and she did as she was told, biting the corner of it as he tore it open. She held the ripped corner between her teeth, and he held out his hand in front of her. 

“Spit.”

She let it fall from her mouth into his hand, and he smirked. Without another word, he pulled the condom out of its wrapper, rolling it onto himself, and positioned himself between her legs. 

“Now, are you gonna be as good for me as you were for Andy and Hamish?”

She smirked, nodding slowly. 

Marshall lined himself up to her entrance, teasing her with just his tip, and held her gaze.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and he slammed himself into her.

Alexis damn near launched off the bed, crying out as he started a relentless pace. He held her legs apart, almost forcing her into a split, digging into the tops of her thighs with his fingers. 

“Fuck, you are tight,” he groaned, glancing over at an enthusiastically nodding Andy. “God damn.”

She tried to climb a little further up the bed, desperate for something to hold onto, but he dragged her back down, pausing only for a moment to throw her legs over his shoulders. He turned his head a little, biting her calf, holding her up by her hips as he pounded himself into her.

She had nothing to grab except her own legs, so that’s what she did, wrapping her arms around the backs of her knees and pulling them toward her. He had her folded in half and it seemed to be exactly what he wanted, dragging her down to meet his hips once again as he held them down into the bed. He was so deep like this, and he filled her so well; relentlessly slamming into her g-spot, smacking his pelvis against her clit. The last one especially had her absolutely stupid, driving her towards a release faster than she’d ever built before.

“Marshall–,” she whimpered, her voice stilted by his thrusts.

“What, sweetheart?”

“I’m gonna come,” she groaned, digging her fingers into her own thighs. 

“Oh, no, you’re not,” he grunted. He pulled out of her, flipping her over. He grabbed all of her hair, wrenching it back, pulling her to her knees and back against his chest. “Not until I say you can. Got it?”

She whimpered, dropping her hand between her legs to touch herself as she desperately chased her climax. Suddenly, there was a loud slap, and she cried out at the sharp pain as he spanked her, hard.

“No,” he said, pulling her hand from between her legs.

“Marshall, please–” she begged. 

He pulled her arms behind her back with one hand, and pushed her face down into the pillow with the other; his hand between her shoulder blades. 

“Bite,” he hissed, and she did as she was told. 

He pressed back into her, and she groaned into the pillow, arching her back as he hilted inside her. He claimed not to be a dancer like his brother, but the control he had of his hips and body told her he’d experimented with plenty of positions. One hand on her lower back, one hand holding her wrists, his pace was even more relentless than Andy’s, fucking into her with absolutely no regard for decency. He dropped her arms and reached into her hair again, yanking it towards him, forcing her back to arch as she moaned at the delicious sting.

But she was still biting down on the pillow. 

It came with her as he bent her in half, and he hissed his approval, groaning and praising her with every thrust.

“Good girl, God, you’re such a good girl.”

Marshall was in the lead. He was absolutely in the lead. If it meant she got railed like this for the rest of her time in the villa? Yep. Yes. Absolutely. 

Alexis glanced sideways at the adjacent bed where Andy and Hamish were staring, and bit her lip as she found both of them with their hands around their cocks. They were watching Marshall fuck her senseless, getting themselves ready for round two where she knew she’d really be in trouble. 

But she couldn’t stop to think about that now.

Marshall was fucking her like he had something to prove, and she supposed he did. They were on full display for the other two boys, their own private show, and fucking hell, if she hadn’t been close already, that would’ve gotten her going. There was something so depraved about it, so unbelievably slutty, to know they were touching themselves as they watched her being fucked; watched her falling apart at the seams over a big dick. 

Marshall saw where her attention was, chuckling to himself as he wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck. He turned her face fully toward them, and she moaned as he held her there.

“You like having an audience, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice dripping with bemusement. “You like knowing how much they want you.”

She nodded, her teeth still firmly clamped on the pillow, and Marshall chuckled. 

“And you want us to come all over you.”

Alexis moaned, slamming her hips back into Marshall to show exactly how badly she wanted that.

“Alright, lads, you heard her. Get on with it.”

Andy and Hamish got to their feet, and she was kind of shocked at how fast they were hard again, but she supposed having a real-life porno play out in front of you would do that. They stood to one side of her, hands moving purposefully, and Marshall kept bucking into her. He pulled her hair, harder and harder, bending her almost in half as he spread her wider and wider.

She couldn’t take it any more, releasing the pillow from between her teeth and crying out curses and hellish moans with every backbreaking thrust.

“Fuu–uuuu-uuuuuck!” she cried out. “Marshall, please!”

Marshall paused for a second, the heat from his chest on her back like an inferno on her skin.

“Are you going to put the pillow back in your mouth?”

She panted as a response, begging him with her eyes… but shook her head. And in response, he wrenched her up to her knees again. She was fully exposed like this, naked and sweating and panting, and Marshall knew it, biting her shoulder roughly as he placed his hand in front of her face.

“Spit.”

She hesitated for a second, but eventually did as he asked, letting it fall into his palm. He spread her legs wider with his own, and reached down, swiping her spit in a line straight up her ass. He pressed a finger to her, she wasn’t sure which, but he paused for a moment, waiting for her to give him a signal to tell him it was okay. She spread her legs wider, pushed back against him. And with a soft chuckle of approval, he pressed it inside her. 

“Damn,” he laughed. “You really are filthy.”

She couldn’t hide the whimpering of agreement that fell out of her.

“Hey, Marshall,” Hamish said, his voice revealing a hint of amusement. “I think she likes when you call her that.”

She turned to Hamish as confirmation, and he smirked, an almost unreadable expression flashing wildly in his eyes. She was so willing to be fucked, to be taken and broken, and she was panting at him, begging him silently with desperate eyes. 

Something ignited in him, and he climbed onto the bed in front of her as Marshall held her on her knees by her hair. Hamish swept his fingers onto her neck, and without hesitation he fucking kissed her; hot and mean and dirty as he greedily pushed his fingers onto her clit. He circled her for only a moment, then dragged his wet fingers up her body and onto her nipple. Then he placed them in his mouth, tasting just a hint of her, and leaned back in. She moaned as he slammed his tongue into her mouth, whimpered as he bit her lip, and couldn’t help but gasp as he dragged his teeth gently across it. He released her, but lingered, his face close to hers as he glanced upward to where Marshall was witnessing it all happen.

“Actually, Marshall,” Hamish growled decisively, turning his face back to hers. “Time’s up. My turn.”

Alexis held his gaze, biting her lip as she silently told him how much she would like that. She glanced down and watched his wrist flick as he teased the tip of his cock, his hips rocking into his hand as if he was already picturing fucking her.

“Fuck off, mate,” Marshall said, bending her over again, directly into Hamish so he’d have to move. Hamish held her up, his brow firm and authoritative, and Alexis’ heart began to race. 

“I wasn’t asking, mate,” Hamish said, his voice low and demanding. Marshall slowed, clearly not wanting to concede. But Alexis saw a small smirk of an idea curl onto Hamish’s face, and he glanced down at her.

“I bet you’d like it in your ass at the same time, though?”

Alexis gasped.

“That right, luv?” he grinned. “That what you want?”

“Please,” she whimpered, and Hamish laughed, shooting her an air kiss.

“God, you are a bit filthy,” he said lowering his voice once more, leaning in to growl into her ear. “Good thing I like a girl who doesn’t mind getting messy.”

He lingered for a moment, taking a second to wrap his lips around her breast, before releasing her and moving in behind her. Marshall moved out of the way, clearly annoyed, but Hamish didn’t seem to care one bit. Instead, he turned his face to Andy, nodding in her direction.

“Andy, take her mouth,” Hamish commanded. “And don’t go easy on her.”

Alexis bit her lip, and looked over at Andy, and found his technique was different to Hamish’s. He had one hand tight around his base, one gently teasing his tip, and she licked her lips, unsure of which she liked watching better. 

“I… Well.” Andy grinned. “If you don’t mind, that is, darlin’?”

She didn’t hesitate for a moment, opening her mouth wide, her tongue extended, inviting him to start right away. Andy climbed onto the bed, kneeling, turning her a little onto her side and bringing his cock to her lips. She could almost feel his heartbeat in it; rapid and thumping, easing herself onto him as he groaned.

Hamish threw a condom on and rolled her further onto her side. With zero hesitation, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and slid himself inside. Hamish let out a deep growl of approval at how tightly she gripped him and Alexis had to pull off Andy for a second to gasp. She fell into a quick succession of deep, slutty moans as Hamish’s thickness stretched her to her limit. He briefly teased his fingers over her clit, and she pushed herself into his hands, desperate for the pressure that had been denied to her for so long.

She felt the bed depress behind her, an arm around her waist from behind as Marshall settled in at her back. His hand appeared in front of her mouth, and she pulled off Andy once more. 

“Spit,” Marshall demanded, and this time she didn’t hesitate, allowing everything in her wet mouth to fall into his palm. 

“Good.”

He once again dropped his hand to her ass, slathering her in her own saliva, and instructed Hamish to slow down. Andy directed her mouth back to his cock, and as he did, Marshall shuffled closer, and pressed his tip to her ass.

And pushed it inside her.

Marshall let a loud groan fall, but it didn’t come close to the one made by Alexis. Her voice was muffled by Andy’s cock in her mouth, but she let out a cry, the incredible sound vibrating its way over every inch of Andy’s hardness. He gasped, and she brought her hand to him, wrapping her hand around his base the way he had done to himself as she ran her tongue over his tip. He reached down, cupping her breast with his hand, gently teasing her nipple in time with the movement of her mouth, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as she teased him with her tongue.

But she wasn’t going to last long enough to tease him.

Marshall’s pace was fast; his quick, short bursts giving away that he was closer than he’d let on, but she respected how well he’d done to last this long. However, the moment Hamish pushed himself back into her pussy, Marshall’s body went stiff. He was damn near paralysed, clearly dangling right on the edge of his climax, trying to stop himself from coming from the feeling of Hamish moving on the other side of her walls. His fingers gripped her hips, his teeth sunken into her shoulder, completely struck down by the tightness and pressure from how it felt to be inside her with another man. She couldn’t help but smirk as she arched her back to take him deeper - a  little payback for not letting her come.

Marshall gasped, and Alexis glanced up at Hamish. Her foot was almost at his neck, and he glanced at it for a second as if he was considering shoving it in his mouth. She raised her eyebrows, excited to see if he’d actually do it, wondering if he really was up for anything… and as if he was reading her mind, he snickered; cheekily sinking his teeth into her instep before glancing back at her. 

‘Next time’, he mouthed, winking at her, before giving her a few unforgiving thrusts that made her eyes roll back.

God damn, Hamish.

She’d only ever had two guys at once, never three, but it was everything she’d ever wanted; her senses overloaded with each thrust into her. Hamish was so thick, Marshall was so deep, Andy filled her mouth so completely, the three of them in an intoxicating rhythm that had her whimpering under their hands. It was so good, every thrust like an electric jolt through her body, the precipice that Marshall had been dangling her off seeming taller and taller with each buck of Hamish’s hips. 

“Fuck,” Marshall gasped, only moving centimetres at a time. “Fuck, fuck.”

Hamish was biting his lip. Andy’s eyes had rolled back, rocking his length into her mouth and gently teasing her breasts with his soft hands. 

Marshall shuddered behind her as he tried to stop himself. With seemingly the last of his brainpower, he reached his arm around her, pressing his long fingers against her clit, but it wasn’t enough pressure. She needed more. Without her even asking, Hamish took over, placing his own hand over Marshall’s and pressing them down onto her hard.

Alexis almost launched off the bed.

She hadn’t realised how sensitive she was, how tight her body was wound until she felt it drawing tighter. She whimpered, the noise once again dampened by Andy’s length, but it was enough to make him look down. 

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck,” he gasped. “I think she’s gonna come again.”

Alexis’ body curled, her muscles contracting, bending her almost clean in half as she felt it starting. It was in her mouth, then her throat; a wave of fire, of flood, of electricity through her bloodstream. Her head fell back and Andy took advantage, fucking her mouth in a wholly ungentlemanly way. Hamish spread her wider, desperately bucking into her as he watched her unravel. And Marshall– Marshall was panting. She could feel his abs contracting as he tried to hold off. 

Alexis’ palms were damp, clenching the sheets beneath her, the only sensation the obliteration of her body on all fronts. She whimpered again, her legs beginning to clench, her chest tightening and abs contracting as she felt it. It was everything she could think about, chasing that high, and—

“Mmmm–pphhhh!!” 

It was all she could scream, her eyes rolling back, as she lost control of her body. The pleasure was an ignition; an eruption deep inside her, detonating and shattering her entire being as white light exploded behind her eyes. They rolled back in her head, and she lost all feeling, her body erupting as the feeling devoured her from within. She could hear Hamish’s groans as she clenched around him, but she was only vaguely aware of her own screams; the moans and cries and writhing of her body as she came over and over, but she was too far gone to care. Thrust after thrust, all three boys, intensifying it by simply being inside her. She dangled there for an age, her whole body convulsing, throwing her head and bucking her hips as she tried to prolong the ecstasy. 

Her body was cramping, her breath falling shallow, and the white light behind her eyes fading almost to black. She lingered on the verge of awareness, her brain and body too spent to allow her any control. 

Except one thing. 

“Alexis,” Andy panted. “Fuck, darlin’, take it–”

She looked up at him, watching his pretty, plush lips part as his eyes fluttered closed. His hand left her breast, joining the other in cradling her head, thrusting over and over into her mouth, and she felt it starting before he did. He pulled out of her just the tiniest bit too late, the salty swill of his first pulse leaving a lingering taste in her mouth, and he groaned loudly as he came on her chest. She gasped, half for air, half in delight, the warmth coating her like a prize.

Marshall was next, using the last of his strength to ram himself into her. He pulled himself up, arm shaking, and tugged the condom off with an urgency she’d never seen before. He thrust into his hand one final time before releasing onto her stomach with a shudder and a breath so deep he sounded like he’d never taken one before. He immediately collapsed behind her, leaning to the side and holding himself up with one hand. She could feel it dripping down her waist on the other side, and she moaned, rubbing her lips together as she waited for the one she was starting to feel like she wanted most of all. 

Hamish.

He was watching her intently, panting and flushed through the cheeks, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. He pulled out of her, pushing Marshall out of the way, and rolled her fully onto her back. He dragged her down the bed between his legs, straddling her, and ripped the condom off, tossing it across the room. He gripped his cock, furiously giving himself the friction he needed.

“Where do you want it?” he panted, his body shaking as he held his last shreds together. “Tell me.”

Alexis smirked.

And she pointed to her face.

“Here,” she whispered, and Hamish’s eyes widened. ”I told you, I’m a filthy fucking sl—“

Hamish rose to his knees moaning, and she closed her eyes, jolting as the hot, wet liquid streaked across her face. She could hear him, furiously jerking himself and gasping for air, a guttural groan with every pulse onto her skin. He collapsed over the top of her, his stomach against hers, clearly unbothered by the chaotic scene that was underneath him. He was panting, his torso heaving as he held his weight off her with just one elbow.

It was an age before she caught her breath, her body completely spent, devoid of energy except for her fingers, which traced gentle circles on Hamish’s arm.

She could hear Marshall collapsed on the bed beside her, Andy on the one adjacent, both breathing heavily and rasping with exhaustion. Hamish pulled himself off her, rolling onto the bed beside her, and got up, presumably to take another drink. Andy was next, the covers of the next bed rustling as he got to his feet to go God only knew where, possibly to come to terms with the fact that the third girl he’d ever fucked was part of a gangbang. Marshall shuffled off the bed with a groan, perhaps to shower, she had no idea. 

All she knew was that she was suddenly alone on the bed. 

Through her closed eyes, though, she sensed the lights turning back on, and she knew she had to get up before the cameras turned back on, too. But before she could do anything to start cleaning herself up, she felt herself moving.

A pair of strong arms threaded underneath her, and with almost zero effort, lifted her off the bed. They held her close to their chest, gathering her legs and turning as they carried her across the room. She was so exhausted she could barely figure out where they were going, but in only moments, heard the echo of the bathroom door close behind them. 

Footsteps, a shuffle, and the soothing ambient rainfall from the shower, and Alexis couldn’t help but smile as she found herself gently pulled her under it. She let the warm water flow over her face and down her body, washing away the evidence of what she’d just done. What she’d had them do to her. 

It was sweet of whoever this was to bring her here. Thoughtful, even. It showed experience. They’d clearly done this before, or something similar, and she couldn’t help but be impressed. There was a maturity in being this invested in aftercare, in making sure she was comfortable and clean and taken care of after getting her so absolutely filthy.

It was exactly the kind of thing she was looking for in a man.

She let the water run through her hair, tilting her head back to let it run over her now clean face. She felt a warm hand on her waist, and she leaned into them, feeling a pair of lips on her forehead as they stepped in under the water with her. 

Alexis opened her eyes, blinking the water out of them, her eyes adjusting to the bright lights of the bathroom… and… oh. 

Of all three of the boys, she hadn’t expected…

“It’s you,” she smiled, looking up at him with warmth in her eyes.

Hamish rolled his eyes, huffing as if embarrassed at being caught doing something nice. 

“I’m not sure if I should be impressed or…” she curled her arms around his neck, “... kind of thrilled that it is.”

He flushed a little, but she ignored it, holding his gaze. He slid his hands onto her lower back, pulling her closer, stroking his thumb against her waist. 

“You were amazing,” he said, his voice low and quiet. “I’ve never seen a girl take it that well.”

Alexis grinned. “Been in a foursome before, have you?”

He chuckled. “Couple of threesomes. But you were something else. You were...”

He looked her over with softness in his eyes as he trailed off; as if he was struck by her beauty. He shook his head, and instead of finishing his sentence, he sighed. He brought his fingers to her chin, tilted her back…

And he kissed her.

It wasn’t like their first kiss, the one in the challenge; all teeth and nerves and showing off for the cameras. It wasn’t like their second kiss, or their third; hot and dirty and pure sexual chemistry. This one was gentle. Confident. Delicate and refined, like a sip of cold wine. She moaned into it, and he pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her once more as he held her close. 

He was a different guy when he wasn’t in front of the cameras. A part of her had always suspected that, but this? His strong arms wrapped around her as he held her? His fingers stroking her waist as if he wanted to lay a claim to her? Kissing her like she was his; like they’d just made love for hours… like he hadn’t just fucked her senseless with two other guys?

“Twist for me,” he whispered.

“It’s night one!” Alexis laughed, and she shot him a cheeky smirk. “What happened to ‘I was hoping to meet the other girls’?”

Hamish chuckled, kissing her again. “Not my fault you decided to act like a good girl on TV. How was I supposed to know you were perfect for me?”

“What, because I’ll let your mates rail me in front of you?”

“Yep,” he smiled. “And ask me to come on your face? Sold.”

“Oh, yeah, into that, are you?” she laughed.

“I like what I like.” He shrugged, sending her a cheeky smirk back. 

“Filthy,” she grinned. 

“Says you,” he said, pulling her into him again, kissing over her shoulders. 

“Mmmm.” She sighed. “Says me.”

He kissed her again, cupping her face with his hand as he pressed his lips to hers. 

“I suppose we should go and wake up Francis at some point,” she said, frowning. 

Hamish chuckled, pulling a face, and took a step forward, pressing her up against the cold shower tiles. 

“Or we could… not?”

She gasped, looking up at him and biting her lip. 

“And what do you propose we do instead?”

Hamish’s eyes flashed with heat, and she could barely believe that he could possibly be thinking of going again… but he dropped his lips to her neck, kissing her hungrily. 

“I’ve got a few ideas,” he growled.

“Again, Hamish?” She chuckled, trailing her fingers down his abs. “You’re insatiable, babe.”

“Mmhmmm,” he grinned, lacing both of his hands into hers. With a sudden movement, he had both of her hands against the wall. He crossed them at the wrists, holding them with just one of his large hands, then slid his knee between her legs. He spread them apart, leaning into her, growling into her ear.

“Your safeword is ‘Tofu’.”

Alexis gasped, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his naked chest. “I told you, I’ve never used one.”

Hamish chuckled, but there was something deep and dark about this one, a knowing, ominous sound that had her instantly shivering with need. He raised his hand to her face, tilted her chin back, and ran his thumb over her lips. His gaze fell to them, licking his own as he leaned into her.

“Not yet, you haven’t.”

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What's My Color?

Go ahead and tell me. This will be interesting, cuz I don't think I'm any of these 😆 Where's the option for oatmeal raisin cookie?

-Old soul -Very chewy -No one expects to see her at a party

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Holding hands with the s6 boys 🤍

So tomorrow is the day we see our main villa boys I’m so excited but also nervous 😬 basically I wrote these cause I was feeling soft and missing them aswell🥺anyway there from the drafts ofc🫶🏼

🖤Ozzy: loves the secret little hand-holding the ones where he subtly reaches over and unexpectedly grabs your hand under the table while talking to others during a family dinner or a gathering with friends. he loves to trace random patterns and words with his thumb over the back of your hand.

🖤Roberto: he loves to bring your hand closer to him while holding it no matter how cold or warm your hands are, he loves to leave a soft kiss before pressing the back of your hand against his cheek he also loves holding it close to his chest, right where his heart is.

🖤Lewie: holding hands with him gives a feeling of innocence whenever he holds your hand, he loves watching the way you respond, the way your eyes light up and the smile on your face as he laces your fingers with his. He also likes to hold hands in the quiet and darkness of the night, his hand often finding its way over yours as you lie in bed.

🖤Ryan: he just loves to hold your hand and he could do it all day he loves the way your hands briefly touch when you walk side by side, and he can’t resist the overwhelming urge to take your hand and intertwine it with his bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly as he looks at you. He likes to caress your hand or squeeze it, to show you that everything is fine, and that he is with you.

🖤Elliot: whenever he holds your hand, he loves to kiss it at least once or several times during the day. sometimes he would bring it to his lips without thinking and make it stay there while he focused on something else, like a movie or a game.

🖤Jamal: he loves to play with your hand while holding it tracing the shape of your fingers and the lines of your palm. he also likes to compare the size of your hands and no matter how big or small the difference is, he just loves it. It’s simple but it makes him happy. and if you’re someone who cracks knuckles, he does it for you while holding hands.