Chapter 69

After a luscious midnight lunch of gumbo and conch fritters and topped by homemade Key lime pie, I leaned back in my chair on the patio and gazed up at the stars. Once again the Leonides brothers had vanished after cleaning up the dishes, leaving Dermott and me to our own devices.
"I can't keep eating like this," I said with a laugh. "I won't be able to fit into any of my clothes when I get home."
"I think we can make sure you get enough exercise to counteract the calories." Dermott stood and held out his hand to help me to my feet. "Any thoughts on what else you'd like to do tonight? Another swim? Sailing around the island? A movie perhaps?"
How long had it been since I'd taken time to watch a movie? Maybe six months ago with Dani and Ari, back when they'd both been single? Yes. And it had been Ari's turn to pick, so it had been some sort of gushy romance. "What kind of movies do you have?"
"Full-scale screening room with satellite. We can order up any movie currently available. What would you like?"
"If I said a tear-jerking chick flick, you'd go along with it, wouldn't you?" I couldn't resist teasing him a little.
"Certainly. This weekend is for you, remember. You call all the shots."
"Oh good. I want to see something with as many car chases, gunfights and massive explosions as possible." Don't ask me why, but I loved bloody, violent movies - as long as the good guys always won. Since neither of my friends shared that taste, I didn't get to see them often. "And popcorn. There has to be popcorn." Even if right now I didn't know where I'd put it.
"And nachos."
I laughed. "Some good Irish boy you are."
"Aye. But nachos are universal. Besides, if the boys are invited, you'll find they go through a lot of food. Are they?"
I didn't have to think twice. "Absolutely. It wouldn't be as much fun without them."
"Well, let's go. You can pick out a film while I round up the boys and the popcorn."
The screening room he led me to was as posh as the rest of the house, though this room didn't boast any windows. Instead of theater-style chairs, there were three large leather loveseats with built-in recliners. One faced the screen directly while the others flanked it at thirty-degree angles. Dermott pointed toward the central loveseat and handed me a remote. "Film guide is on channel 101," he told me as he turned. "I'll be back shortly."
It was the first time I'd been alone in hours, aside from a moment or two in the bathroom. Oddly, I didn't feel lonely - I could still sense Dermott's warmth as if it were wrapped around me as I turned on the gigantic television screen and began scrolling through the movie selections. It didn't take me long to choose a popular action picture and get it set up to play as soon as the others arrived.
They trickled in one at a time. Theron brought several bottles of soda in an ice bucket and handed me one before sprawling on the loveseat to my left. Christos brought two huge bowls of buttered popcorn. He set one down on each of the end tables between the loveseats, pulled several floor pillows from a corner and plopped onto the floor at my feet. Dermott followed him with two plates of nachos and took the seat beside me while Elek, bearing boxes of old-time theater candy, brought up the rear and claimed the remaining loveseat. I pushed the button to start the movie, and the brothers cheered at my selection.
"Oh man, I missed this one in New York." Christos snagged a soda and a handful of popcorn, leaning back against my shins. "I vote we keep her - she has great taste."
"Ha. If she had great taste, she wouldn't be letting you anywhere near her." Elek threw a popcorn kernel at his brother. "Now shut up, the movie's starting."
Throughout the film, we all laughed, cheered and booed. The males mostly kept their hands to themselves, but by the end I was sprawled in Dermott's lap while Christos played with my toes. As soon as the movie was over, Elek pounced, dragging both me and Dermott with him to the floor - on top of Christos.
"Cat pile," Theron growled happily as he joined us in the heap on the floor, tickling my ribs. Someone hit the remote and music filled the room with just a display of colored light on the screen, lending enough illumination so we could see one another.
Someone wiggled my dress off over my shoulders and head. I think it was me who peeled off Elek's denim shorts - though somehow my hand was down the front of Dermott's fly before I even noticed what I was doing. He was hard and ready, just like always, and my pussy was already soaked with need, just from spending the last two hours in his lap.
Gentle hands gripped my knees, spreading my legs as one of the brothers knelt between them.
"My turn to taste." Christos was the only one who hadn't gone down on me yet, so it was no great shock to look down and see him lower his face to my creaming cunt. My head was pillowed on one of the floor cushions, and Dermott leaned over me, kissing me deeply at the same time as Christos licked me from clit to anus in one long, rough slurp.
"I want to suck you," I told Dermott bluntly when our tongues quit tangling. "While Christos eats me out, I want to suck your cock." I don't know when I'd grown so blunt or bold, but I liked it - the frankly sexual words were making me squirm.
I felt his body shudder as he moaned. "Anything you want, love." He came up on his knees beside me, holding his thick shaft out above my face. I raised my head an inch or so to lick the bead of pre-cum from his tip. The salty tang sent a pre-orgasmic ripple running through my nervous system, raising gooseflesh on my arms and breasts.