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Sex Break

Content advisory: erotic content

Marisol shook her head and pushed her cart to the next room on her list. The door she moved away from stood open and she was sure if she turned, the man would still be standing there naked. As a maid at Decadent, the hedonistic resort situated on its own private island, she saw a lot and got propositioned on a daily basis.

She’d come a long way in the two years she’d worked here. Growing up in a Catholic, sexually repressed household made her shy away from men for a long time. Then, she’d started reading those stories. 

It started with typical romances. Going to an all-girls school, she didn’t have much experience with the opposite sex. After moving out on her own, the books she read made her long for a connection with a man.

She’d tried. There were several lovers in her past, but that illusive connection evaded her. Thinking it was all fiction, she’d stopped reading those books. Until a friend recommended a hot read. She checked it out and, like that, she’d been sucked back in.

These weren’t her mother’s romances, though. No, these were hot and steamy and mentioned things in the bedroom that she’d never heard of. She started buying more and more, getting excited with each new experience she read of, longing to try it herself.

Then came the job at Decadent. It paid great, but she’d almost quit right away. She’d heard stories of the resort, but seeing all the nudity and sexual acts that happened literally anywhere on the grounds, it was almost too much.

But she’d stuck it out and daily propositions aside, she enjoyed her job. So, she gracefully dissuaded the guests that were interested in a different kind of turn-down service, as had happened at the last room, and forged ahead.

Mari knocked on the next door. “Housekeeping.”

After a moment of silence, she pulled the master keycard from her pocket. Just as she inserted it into the lock, the door opened.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought the room was empty.” Not even looking up in case it was another naked man, she backed away, slipping the key back into her apron pocket.

“It’s just me, Mari. Come on in.”

A curl of desire swirled in her stomach at the sound of the familiar, deep voice. Edwin, one of the maintenance crew, always had that affect on her. She looked up and met his light blue eyes.

They looked even lighter, set in his tanned face, blond shadow gracing his jawline. He was tall, over six feet, and had big shoulders and arms. A rumor had gone around when he first started working there that he’d been in the Marines, but if that were true, it wasn’t evidenced by the ponytail he wore now. 

“Hi Ed. I didn’t realize it was you.” Heat singed her cheeks and she knew she blushed. Even with her Hispanic background, she was sure he could tell. He always looked at her with such laser-like focus and that, combined with his good looks and overall masculinity, made her shy around him. He probably thought she was an idiot.

“Yeah, toilet stopped up. No one here, but me.” He stared for a moment longer, then backed up.

“Thanks. I’ll save the bathroom for last then.” Grabbing her checklist and a set of clean linens, she edged past him and made her way across the room.

She felt the weight of his gaze on her, but already feeling dumb enough, she didn’t look back. Instead, she pulled the sheets free from the bed, stripping it down to the mattress. After several moments, she heard sounds in the bathroom and knew Ed had gone back to work.

Making the bed reminded her of what went on here at Decadent. It also reminded her of the sexy man in the next room and all the things he’d done to her last night in her fantasies. Yes, she had it bad for him, but was too shy to throw herself at him like the other girls did.

Her mind wandered and the desire he’d started by just being there and talking to her, rose inside her. Tension knotted in her shoulders as she realized just how small a hotel room could be.

Covering the last pillow and placing it on the bed, she turned, her arms full of dirty sheets and stopped suddenly. Edwin stood in the doorway, his tool belt riding low on his lean hips. God, he was sexy. And he was watching her.

Another blush flushed her cheeks as she tried not to remember where her thoughts had just led her.

“All done in there?” She plopped the laundry in the bag on her cart.

“Mari?”

She busied herself marking off her checklist. “Hmm?”

“Why don’t you like me?”

She stiffened in shock for a moment before she whirled to face him. “I don’t dislike you. Why would you think that?”

Shrugging, he studied her face. “You tend to run away a lot. I enter a room, you leave. You barely talk to me. I can’t figure out what I did to make you avoid me.”

Heat suffused her face once more. She rarely blushed except around him, but that wasn’t his fault. Shame that she’d made him feel bad followed close behind the embarrassment.

“I’m sorry that I made  you feel that way. I don’t act that way because I dislike you. I – it’s because….”

“Because?”

Could the floor open up and swallow her whole? Could someone die from extreme humiliation? She could leave, not tell him the truth and he’d probably let her get away with it. But then she’d have to live with the knowledge that she’d hurt him. She couldn’t do that.

“I…like you, Ed, but I feel nervous around you. I’m afraid of making a fool of myself around you so I try to spend as little time around you as possible. I’m sorry that you thought I didn’t like you.”

She’d watched her shoes during her explanation, enough warmth radiating from her cheeks to heat a house in the winter. She didn’t want to see ridicule at her inept behavior around him.

Edwin lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her gaze to his intense stare. “When you say you like me, does that mean you’re attracted to me?”

Oh, God. She didn’t think this could get any worse, but she’d been wrong. Closing her eyes for relief from his scrutiny, her brain tumbled, trying to come up with something that didn’t make her sound even more pathetic than she already did.

“Because if so, you have to know I’m attracted to you.”

Her eyes popped open and saw sincerity in his ice blue gaze. “You – you are?”

“I am. I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to ask you out for weeks, but you’re always running away.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I should have realized that I made you nervous.”

Silence rose between them and for once, she returned his regard, looking deep into his eyes. A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth.

“You didn’t answer me. Are you attracted to me? Would you go out with me?”

A brazen courage that she’d never felt before rose up inside her. He’d opened to her without any idea of her own feelings. She would try to be as open as he’d been.

She rose up on her toes, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. At first, he didn’t respond and she started to pull back. Before she could, he leapt into action. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

Her panties felt soaked against her skin as wetness gushed from her. She gasped in surprise. She’d never gotten that hot that quick over a kiss. He took advantage of the moment and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

A moan slipped from her throat and the sound broke the spell. Embarrassed once again, she pulled away, though he still held her close.

“I guess that’s a yes.” Amusement, tinged with lust, colored his voice.

Yet another blush exploded across her cheeks and she withdrew her arms. She tried to pull from his embrace, but his arms tightened around her.

“I’m sorry. I’m not making fun. I’m just in shock that you feel the same way.” 

She stopped struggling and looked up at him.

“And I’m so turned on, I’m barely hanging by a thread.”

At his words, she finally registered the hard rod pressing into her tummy. The proof of his desire against her, along with the truth of his feelings wringing through every word, gave her a confidence she’d never felt before.

Her cheeks cooled and she reached for him, squeezing his hard length. He closed his eyes on a groan and tilted his head back.

“Mari. Please….”

“Yes.” Her whisper got through as his head leveled off, his gaze searching hers.

He seemed to read her intent. “Not here. Have you had your morning break yet?”

At the shake of her head, he searched the hallway. Apparently seeing what he wanted, he tugged her behind him, stopping halfway down the corridor. The door, labeled maintenance, stood before them.

He turned to her. “Are you sure about this, Mari? We don’t have to do this now.”

“I’m sure.”

After another penetrating look, he turned, inserted his key into the knob and let them into the closet. She glanced around and noted the shelves full of tools and products that Edwin used in the course of his day.

As the door shut, the darkness inside was blinding. She couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face and uneasiness knotted in her belly. Then she was in Ed’s arms. He turned her so she felt the door at her back and his hard body at her front.

His lips found hers and they shared another hungry kiss. He took control, deepening the kiss and arousal roared through her body, fast and strong and unexpected. Rubbing her body against his, she felt a need grow inside that only he could fill. 

He slipped his thigh between her legs and she began to ride him, pleasure shooting through her, despite the layers of clothing between them. A hand grasped each of her breasts and Ed kneaded the soft globes. Her nipples were hard and poking through her top. He must have felt them, yet he avoided them.

She continued to hump his leg as she pushed into his hands. A coil formed in her stomach, each pass of her clit on his leg, each squeeze of his hands on her breasts increased the tension inside her.

Tearing her lips from his, she sobbed. “Please. My nipples….”

He nipped down her neck to the zipper at her chest. Pulling it down, he bared her to the darkness and she could feel a cool breeze on the tops of her heated breasts. Edwin pressed on the front release latch and her bra popped open.

Finally, finally, he rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb. Another gush of liquid gushed from her pussy as she moaned low and long. 

“Yessssss. Oh God, Ed. Oh God….”

She moved faster on his leg, the coil in her tummy tightened to breaking and she knew she was close. So close.

Suddenly, he was gone. His hands left her breasts and his leg disappeared from between her thighs.

“What—?”

She heard a rustle and tearing sound. “Ssh, it’s okay.”

Before she knew what was happening, he spun her around. She braced her hands on the door as his fingers tweaked her nipples. That quickly, her arousal soared again. She just needed…

As though reading her mind, one hand left her breast and slid down her belly, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that would send her flying. He rubbed and plucked her clit and alternated attention on her breasts.

In seconds, her orgasm built to a breaking point, the tension in her body so tight, she felt as though she would snap at any moment. She held her breath. She was going to come. She was so close.

The sudden thrust of Ed’s hard cock into her soaking wet pussy sent her over the edge. She screamed as pleasure rolled through like a tidal wave. Ed withdrew and drove inside her again. And again. And again. Each plunge prolonged her climax and drove it higher.

As he pounded toward his own release, another orgasm surprised her and she shuddered around him as he thrust one, two, three more times before holding himself still against her back.

She hadn’t known sex could be like that. As her body slowly came down from the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, she wondered if she’d ruined things. Ed had been interested in asking her out. Had her wanton behavior turned him off? Would he think her only good for a physical release when he got horny? Would she be able to tell him no? What had she done?

Ed rested his forehead on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her damp skin.

“So, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”

****

Please return on February 25^th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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Copyright © 2013 Scarlett Jameson

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The Great Outdoors

Content Advisory: public m/f sex

Max strode from the water, shaking the excess moisture from his hair. His girlfriend, Kelsey, lay on a towel, working on her tan. They’d been seeing each other for about a month now, ever since she’d come to Decadent. He’d never been happier.

Making his way over to her, he eyed her prone form hungrily. Her tan skin glistened in the sun and her blonde hair coiled on top of her head, leaving her back bare except for the string holding her bikini top on.

He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her and thanked God the night she walked into the resort. Her ex-boyfriend was a fool for letting her go, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake.

Spraying water over her, he smiled at her shrieks as the cool water made contact with her heated skin.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” She pouted up at him.

“Maybe.” Dropping beside her, he closed the distance between them and took her mouth in a heated kiss.

She opened to him immediately, another thing he liked about her, she never held back with him. The velvet slide of her tongue against his sent a shaft of lust racing through him. He needed her again. Now.

He pulled her tighter against him, his erection snuggled into the notch between her legs. As he ground against her, she broke the kiss, gasping.

“Max.” Her head fell back as his lips attacked her neck, nipping and kissing down to the hollow of her throat and back up again.

“Yeah, baby?” He slipped a hand between them and plucked at her hard nipple. Lucky for them they were at Decadent. No one would look twice at their loving on the beach. Well, they might look, but only because they found it hot. This kind of thing was encouraged here.

“I want you.” Kelsey’s hips moved against his. The friction felt so good.

“You’re gonna get me.” He pulled the string across her back, then moved up to the one around her neck. 

Pushing her onto her back, he sat up and removed her bikini top.

Her areolas had darkened from their normal pink to a rose red and the nipples stuck out, calling to him. It was an invitation he couldn’t resist. He leaned down and sucked one nubbin into his mouth.

Kelsey arched into him and tangled her fingers into his hair, urging him closer. His girl loved to have her nipples sucked and he loved to do it. Somehow, she always tasted like strawberries to him.

As he alternated between breasts, Kelsey wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against him. Pleasure shot from his dick and spread throughout his body.

Little minx! She knew he went wild when she did that. A sense of satisfaction raced through him. If she’d resorted to driving him crazy already, that meant she was ready for more.

As he left her breasts, she let out a groan. Kissing his way down her belly, he dislodged the hold her legs had on him.

“Come inside me now, Max.” Kelsey’s whisper almost had him doing just that, but he shook his head.

“You know the rules, Kels. You come first.” God knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he sheathed himself in her warmth. And he wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied. Not even once.

His lips touched the edge of her bikini bottoms and he rubbed his chin over her mound. Kelsey’s breath caught and she held still. As a reward, he repeated his gesture, knowing his movement applied a slight pressure on her clit.

He tugged the strings on either side of her hips, then urged her to lift so he could slide away the last of her barriers. His eyes devoured her. Her chest heaved and the hard rose-colored nippled shone from where he’d just licked and sucked them. Her pussy, shaved bare the way he liked it, also glistened, telling him that Kelsey enjoyed their lovemaking as much as he did.

His cock twitched inside his trunks and the urge to drive deep inside her almost overwhelmed him. He spread her legs and dropped onto his forearm. Pink and swollen, Kelsey’s pussy throbbed and he knew she was close.

He pressed a kiss to her clit, then swiped his tongue lower, licking the juices from her slit. The musky flavor of her burst across his taste buds, making his cock twitch again. He loved the taste of her, the smell, her little gasps and moans as he loved her.

After licking her clean, he moved to her clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves quivered and he sucked it into his mouth. Kelsey moaned and bucked as he drew on her clit. Sliding two fingers into her sheath, he could feel how close she was when her inner muscles fluttered aroung his digits.

He continued his ministrations to her clit while he plundered her pussy with his fingers. In less than a minute, Kelsey screamed his name and convulsed around him. Pride that he could bring his girl such pleasure warred with his own needs.

Whipping his trunks down, he grabbed a condom from the tote bag next to their towel. Once covered, he lifted her hips and plunged into her wet warmth. The remains of her orgasm still pulsed around him and he groaned. She always felt so good. Like coming home.

After a small pause, he withdrew and drove into her again. Kelsey wrapped her legs around his hips and met him halfway. His own climax was so close, he could feel the telltale tingling at the base of his spine.

He set a hurried pace, thrusting into her again and again and again. Her pussy clenched around him and he could feel Kelsey on the edge once more.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself come with me."

He watched through lowered lids as she licked her middle finger and unerringly found her clit. Rubbing in a circular motion, she increased the pressure until he could feel her sheath pulsing around him.

Knowing she was so close, watching her touch herself, it was too much for him. Gripping her ass, he lifted her higher, changing the angle. From the groan that escaped her, he knew Kelsey approved.

Plowing into her, he went harder, faster, deeper. Fire shot from his balls, up and out his dick just as Kelsey came again. Her inner muscles worked his cock, milking him dry as euphoria threatened to overwhelm him.

They lay there for several moments, wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, when he could move, he raised his head and rolled to her side.

Movement to their right caught his eye and he watched as the man sitting several yards away finished masturbating, coming into his t-shirt. Max laughed as the man saluted him.

"What's so funny?" Kelsey turned her sleepy gaze to him.

"Looks like we provided entertainment for the Decadent crowd again."

She giggled. "Maybe we should start charging admission."

Tucking her into his arms, he pulled her tight and closed his eyes, thanking God again for her. "I'm just glad you don't mind. I can't seem to control myself around you."

She sighed and hugged him back. "Once you touch me, nothing and no one exists for me. You make me feel beautiful and sexy. And I've discovered I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, so it's all good."

He laughed as they held each other in the sunshine. Yeah, it was all good.

****

Please return on December 28^th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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Three's Not Always a Crowd

Content advisory: m/f/m sex, anal play

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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