Nerves had her heart fluttering in her chest in time to the butterflies in her stomach. Beth stepped off the boat onto a tropical paradise. What had ever possessed her to choose a place like Decadent for vacation?
Sure, her relationship with John had ended badly. Her fault, of course. And over the very thing she’d signed herself up for here at this hedonistic resort. Of course, here she had nothing to lose.
If she hadn’t been blindsided by what he wanted, perhaps she and John could have worked through the impasse. She’d had the last three weeks to think about what he’d asked for and if she were honest with herself, she was intrigued. Hence the trip here.
A handsome man approached and offered his hand. “Ms. Jorgensen, welcome. I’m Max Striker, director of guest services.”
As she shook hands with him, she sent a surreptitious glance over him, noting his dark good looks and well-defined muscles straining his seams. Hmm, if everyone that worked here looked like him, maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.
“Thank you, Mr. Striker. Will you be part of my fantasy here?” Heat washed up her cheeks at her brazenness. Less than five minutes at this place and already she’d turned into a hussy.
Max chuckled and tucked her hand under his arm, leading her away from the dock. “As lovely as you are, I’m off the market, so to speak. We’ve arranged a special stay for you, but I wanted to meet with you personally to assure you.”
“Assure me of what?”
“While we’ve made arrangements, if anything or anyone doesn’t meet your expectations or desires, I want you to let me know. A change can be made in an instant.”
“Okaaay.”
“I know everything sounds a bit cryptic, but we’re doing something a little different in your situation and I want to make sure that you’re agreeable. To everything.”
“Now you’ve got me worried.”
“No, please. I’m sorry. I think it will all become clear in a few moments. I’m going to introduce you to one of the gentlemen in a moment, a slight departure of our normal experience, but as I said, I want to know personally that you’re fine with it.”
The tension that had calmed after meeting Max roared back to life. They’d done something different than usual for her. Why? It seemed the guy they were meeting was the cause. Who could it be? It did help a little that Max wanted to make sure she was comfortable with everything.
They approached a small bungalow hidden within the trees and tropical flowers. The bellman that had been following surged ahead and deposited the bags on the porch. At a nod from Max, he tipped his hat at her and returned the way they’d come.
As she and Max ascended the steps, the door opened and her brain stopped mid-whirl while her mouth dropped open.
What!?!
Her ex-boyfriend stood in the doorway wearing only jeans. His smooth, broad chest rippled as he reached for the frame. A lock of brown hair fell into his dark gaze and her hand moved instinctively to push it back as she’d done so many times before.
Catching herself before either man noticed, she redirected the hand to her temples and rubbed small circles as her mind raced to process this new development. What was John doing here and how had he known she’d be here? Or had he chosen this place to fulfill the desires she hadn’t and this was some kind of cosmic joke?
Max cleared his throat. “I see you do know each other. Ms. Jorgensen, Mr. Anderson came to me and presented a compelling case to be involved in your fantasy vacation. I was unsure, and still am, but remember, this is completely up to you. If you don’t agree, we’ll move you immediately and set up the traditional package.”
The guest director’s speech tore John’s gaze away and panic crossed his face.
“Beth, please. Let’s talk. Afterward, I’ll leave if you want, but give me this one chance.” His eyes pleaded as hard as his words.
John had come here and arranged this surprise? Confusion filled her. He’d walked away three weeks ago, only returning once to pick up his things. No talk then. Why now? Her mind swirled with possibilities, but the only way to find out was to talk to him.
“Thank you, Max. For everything. I’ll agree to speak with him and I’ll call you with my decision either way.”
“Just dial 431 from any phone on the island. It will ring me directly.” Max squeezed her hand and retreated, leaving her alone with the man who’d broken her heart.
They stared at each for a long moment. God, he looked hot. Somehow it didn’t seem fair that he looked better to her now than when he’d left.
John pulled her up the steps and into the cottage. “Come in. You look great, Bethie.”
The use of her nickname kick-started her brain and she withdrew from him, walking to the other side of the room. Distance and a couch stood between them and she was glad of the barrier. She’d need it for this conversation.
“What are you doing here? How did you know I’d be here?”
A sad look crossed his face, but he nodded and sat in the chair. “The day I came over to get my stuff and leave your key, I found the brochure for this place.”
At least she knew the how. Now for the why.
“I know I screwed up, springing Kevin on you like that. After the first night apart, I knew I needed to figure out how to get you back. I thought I’d wait until you calmed down, but then I found the brochure. I knew I had to do something or lose you forever.”
“Why didn’t you say anything that day?”
“I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to damage our relationship even more. So I waited.”
He scooted forward and rested his forearms on his knees. “I don’t understand, Bethie. You were against a threesome with me and Kevin, but you came here to experience it?”
Beth sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She was sure she came off like a schizophrenic idiot to him, yet he was still here. Maybe she hadn’t ruined everything?
“You’re right. I was shocked and hurt and angry when you invited your brother into our bed. I’d never considered anything like that before and it went against everything I’d grown up believing.
“But then I had time think. And to miss you.” She offered a sad smile and moved around the sofa, falling into the cushions. “The more I thought about it, the more it fascinated me. I wished I hadn’t freaked out on you.”
John left his seat and kneeled in front of her, placing his palm on her knee. “I miss you, Bethie. I miss us. If you don’t want a threesome, I’ll understand, but I need you back. Can we try again?”
Tears burned her eyes and she blinked to keep them from falling. “I’d like that. I miss us, too. From now on, though, no more surprises without time for me to think.”
He swept her into his arms and held her tight. “Deal.”
Capturing her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers, and plunged his tongue inside when she opened for him. Heat raced through her body at his remembered touch, culminating in her pussy. Her panties dampened as need built, faster for their time apart.
With a jerk, John pulled himself away.
Confusion, laced with passion, muddied her thinking. “What’s wrong?”
John sat back on his feet, his hands gripping his knees while he struggled to catch his breath. “Nothing. I just need…to tell you….”
“Tell me what?”
He looked at her through half-lidded eyes. “God, I want you.”
“Okay.” With a grin, she slid onto the floor with him.
“Wait.”
She frowned. What was the problem? Was this some elaborate joke? “What’s wrong?”
A door on the other side of the room opened and John’s brother walked in.
“Kevin?”
“He’s trying to tell you about me, but he can’t think with his big head when you’re around.” With a nervous smile, he joined them in the middle of the living room, taking the chair that John had abandoned.
Sighing, John found his voice. “When I found out what fantasy package you’d signed up for, I’d hoped that if we could patch things up, you might reconsider Kevin. If not, I understand. If you want more time to think about it, it’s cool. Please don’t be mad. I was hedging my bets.”
Beth looked between the two men. For twins, they looked nothing alike. Where John had brown hair and eyes, his brother was blond with green eyes. Both had a similar build. If she were honest with herself, she found them both attractive.
“I’m not angry, but tell me why this is so important to you. Most men wouldn’t want to share their girlfriend.”
“I wouldn’t with anyone, but Kev. I can’t explain it, but with our bond, it’s almost a compulsion. We’ve always shared everything important.”
She couldn’t pretend to understand, but since he’d opened the door to the possibility, she couldn’t get it out of her head. At night, she’d imagine it while she masturbated.
“Is this a one-time thing or something permanent?”
“That’s up to you. We’d like to be a dedicated threesome, but if that’s not what you want, I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
“I’m open to trying it. The rest we’ll take as it comes.”
At her words, both men approached. Kevin moved to the couch behind her, massaging her shoulders while John claimed her mouth again. The fire he’d started moments ago roared back to life, higher and hotter.
Kevin’s hands moved from her shoulders down to her breasts. Her breath caught as he kneaded the sensitive globes, zeroing in on her nipples. Moisture flooded her pussy as she leaned into his touch.
Breaking their kiss, John pulled her up onto her knees and turned her towards his brother. The bulge straining Kevin’s pants enticed her and she reached for him, undoing the button and zipper while John smoothed her skirt up over her ass and lowered her panties. She lifted one knee, then the other, as John slid the scrap of lace off her legs.
Turning her attention back to the erection in front of her, she pulled Kevin’s cock out. It stood up in greeting, smooth head marred by a drop of pre-come. With a gentle push, John propelled her forward and she licked the salty treat. He tasted so good. Different from John, but good.
A groan from Kevin spurred her on and she swirled her tongue around the head before taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked, circled his rod and sucked again. His hands tangled in her hair as he pumped into her mouth.
As though not to be forgotten, John’s finger found her clit. Gentle at first, he rubbed in a circular motion, adding more pressure as she humped against his hand. Kevin had taken over the blow job, fucking her face and she lost herself in John’s touch as he brought her to the edge of climax.
Before she could totter over the side, he moved away from the sensitive bundle of nerves to plunge two fingers deep inside her. With unerring accuracy, he flicked her g-spot with each thrust, causing the coil in her tummy to tighten.
He removed his fingers and moved back to her clit. After another round of teasing, she couldn’t take anymore. The taste of Kevin on her tongue, the eroticism of him dominating her, coupled with John bringing her to the peak, only to deny her….
She broke.
Needing to find release, she moaned around Kevin’s cock.
“She needs to come, bro.”
Almost sobbing at Kevin’s words, she tried to nod her head. John’s hands left her completely, only to be replaced by his dick. He pushed into her pussy, not stopping until fully buried.
Pulling out, he lunged back in and the brothers soon found a rhythm. Kevin’s balls tightened and she sucked harder, determined to make him lose control as they’d done to her.
Kevin groaned. “I’m gonna….”
At those words, John eased his pinky into her tight rosette and matched tempo with his thrusts. Kevin stilled, holding her in place while he emptied himself down her throat. As he pulled from her mouth, he steadied her while John increased his speed.
Tighter and tighter, tension spiraled through her as her muscles contracted. So close, she just needed….
John pinched her clit, breaking the twisting tautness inside her as she flew over the peak she’d been hovering around. Screaming, she held onto Kevin while John drove into her one, two, three more times before finding his own release.
After resting for a few moments, John withdrew from her and stood. Hefting her into his arms, he carried her into the bedroom. His brother followed, bypassing them for the bathroom.
Lethargic and sated, she lay compliant while John undressed her. Kevin joined them, wiping her with a warm wash cloth. Both men disrobed and slid in on either side of her. Cuddled between the two men, she wondered why she’d been so freaked before. This had been the most erotic and mind-blowing sex she’d ever had.
As they drifted into slumber, she sighed. Yeah, she could get used to this.
****
Please return on October 11th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.
~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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