Master of Lust-Chapter 314 - -

Chapter - 314

Rick woke up to the sensation of sunlight burning through his eyelids and the smell of expensive coffee that he definitely hadn’t brewed.

He groaned, stretching his limbs. His body felt heavy, a pleasant, bone-deep lethargy that only came from extreme physical exertion followed by the kind of sleep that bordered on a coma. His muscles ached—a reminder of the railgun recoil, the robot dog fight, and the marathon session in this very bed just a few hours ago—but it was a good ache. The kind that reminded him he was alive, rich, and currently winning at life.

He rolled over, reaching out. The bed was empty. The sheets were a tangled, chaotic mess of white linen, evidence of the war zone they had turned the mattress into, but Sharon and Nadia were gone.

Rick sat up, rubbing his face. He checked his System interface.

[Status: Well-Rested.]

[Buff Active: ’Post-Coital Clarity’ (+10 Intelligence for 4 hours).]

[Current Wealth: $7,175,000 (Quest Reward Added).]

"Seven million," he muttered, a grin tugging at his lips. "Not bad for a week’s work."

He swung his legs out of bed, grabbing the white linen shorts he’d discarded on the floor the night before. He walked to the sliding glass doors. They were open, letting in the warm, humid breeze of the South Pacific.

He stepped out onto the teak deck. The infinity pool was a sheet of glass, merging perfectly with the ocean horizon.

And there they were.

Sharon and Nadia were in the pool, leaning against the far edge, their backs to him, looking out at the endless blue. They were naked. The gunmetal bikini and the black slip were nowhere to be seen, likely abandoned in the bedroom or floating somewhere in the pool filter.

The sunlight hit their wet skin, turning them into statues of gold and bronze. Sharon’s hair was slicked back, her shoulders sculpted and strong. Nadia was slighter, curvier, her dark hair floating around her like ink in the water. They were talking quietly, their heads close together.

Rick leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, just watching. It was a hell of a view. Better than the skyline from Warner Tower. Better than a vault full of diamonds.

"You know," Rick called out, his voice carrying over the water. "If you two are plotting a mutiny, you should probably whisper."

Both women turned. Sharon shielded her eyes from the sun, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face. It was a look he hadn’t seen on her before—relaxed, sated, and completely unguarded.

"We weren’t plotting," Sharon called back. "We were debating."

"Debating what?" Rick asked, walking toward the pool.

"Who did more work last night," Nadia purred, resting her chin on her crossed arms on the pool’s edge. "I argued for quality. Sharon argued for volume."

Rick chuckled, dropping his shorts and stepping onto the pool’s baja shelf. "It was a team effort. Everyone gets a participation trophy."

He slid into the water. It was cool, a refreshing shock against his sun-warmed skin. He swam toward them, the water parting around him.

As he reached the edge, Nadia didn’t wait. She pushed off the wall and met him halfway, wrapping her legs around his waist underwater. The sensation of her wet, naked skin sliding against his was electric. She felt weightless, buoyant, her breasts pressing against his chest, the water making everything slick and frictionless.

"Good morning, Boss," she whispered, her hands tangling in his wet hair.

She kissed him. It tasted of salt water and lingering desire. It wasn’t the frantic, desperate kissing of the night before. It was languid, confident, and deeply sensual. Her tongue slid against his, slow and deliberate, exploring his mouth with a lazy ownership.

Rick held her there, his hands gripping her waist underwater, feeling the curve of her hips. He walked them backward until his back hit the pool wall, anchoring them.

Sharon waded over, the water lapping at her chest. Her eyes were dark, fixated on Rick’s mouth devouring Nadia’s.

"Room for one more?" she asked softly.

Rick broke the kiss with Nadia, breathless. He looked at Sharon. The sunlight caught the water droplets on her eyelashes.

"Always," he said.

Sharon moved in. She didn’t wrap her legs around him; she pressed herself against his side, her hand sliding underwater to rest on his stomach, her fingers trailing down, dangerously close to his groin.

Rick turned his head and captured Sharon’s lips. She sighed into his mouth, opening for him immediately. He kissed her deeply, tilting her head back, his hand coming up to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. The contrast was intoxicating—Nadia’s body pressed against his front, Sharon’s against his side, surrounded by cool water and hot sun.

He pulled back just an inch, his lips brushing Sharon’s. "You look better without the shower curtain," he murmured.

Sharon laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his ribs. "Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget my ’Roman Senator’ phase."

Nadia nipped at Rick’s shoulder. "Less talking."

She kissed his neck, sucking gently on the pulse point, while her hand slid down his chest, underwater, joining Sharon’s.

The water magnified every sensation. Every touch felt heavier, every glide of skin more intense. Rick groaned as four hands began to explore him beneath the surface. The buoyancy took the weight off, allowing for a freedom of movement that the bed didn’t offer.

He reached out, grabbing Sharon by the waist and pulling her in front of him, so she was facing Nadia. He was the anchor, the wall behind them.

"Come here," he growled.

He kissed Sharon again, hard, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming her breath. At the same time, his hand found Nadia’s breast, slick with water, the nipple hard against his palm. He thumbed it, eliciting a sharp gasp from her that bubbled against his neck.

It was a chaotic, wet tangle of limbs and lips. Rick moved between them, bestowing attention like a benevolent, hungry god. He kissed the water from Sharon’s collarbone, licking the salt from her skin. He bit gently at the curve of Nadia’s shoulder.

He lifted Sharon effortlessly in the water, her back sliding against the infinity edge, the ocean sprawling out behind her. He pressed between her legs, the friction of his hips against hers maddeningly good.

"Rick," she gasped, her head thrown back, exposing her throat to the sun. "Right here. Do it right here."

He kissed the hollow of her throat, his hands kneading her thighs, hiking them higher. "Not yet," he whispered against her skin. "We have all day. All week. I want to savor this."

Nadia swam up behind him, pressing her chest to his back, her arms wrapping around his neck, biting his earlobe. "You’re a tease," she whispered.

"I’m a connoisseur," Rick corrected, turning his head to catch Nadia’s lips in a fierce, sideways kiss, while his hand slid between Sharon’s legs underwater, finding her heat even in the cool pool.

Sharon cried out, her hips bucking against his hand, the water splashing violently around them.

For a long time, the only sounds on the private island were the gentle lapping of the ocean against the shore, and the ragged, wet, desperate sounds of pleasure echoing from the infinity pool.