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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.
****
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
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.
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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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Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Partner Swap
Content Advisory: m/f sex
What was she doing here? Lacey glanced across the room where Sam stood talking with a tall, willowy brunette. He leaned in close to her and whispered something in her ear. They both turned to look at her before going back to their conversation.
Lacey grabbed her drink from the table in front of her and downed it all in one gulp. Wasn’t it enough that she agreed to come to this place with her boyfriend of four months? Did they really need to introduce someone new to their bed? Or someones?
Sam brushed his knuckles up and down the brunette’s bare arm and the woman laughed, leaned into him, kissed him.
A pang shot through her chest, compressing her lungs like a vise until it hurt to draw a breath. The old insecurities surfaced the second Sam suggested a partner swap. Was she not good enough? Why did he need more? Could she handle seeing him with another?
Sam grabbed the brunette’s hand and the two made their way over to her. Lacey chugged the remainder of her drink. Her boyfriend wanted this. If she said no, she could lose him. If she went through with this, she could still lose him. Did she really even have him if their relationship depended on this?
The beautiful woman in red leather was everything she wasn’t – confident, sexy, willing to play games. With a deep-seated certainty that tonight was the end of her relationship with Sam, Lacey pasted a fake smile on her face as the two approached.
“Lacey, meet Sadira. Sadira, Lacey.”
Great, she even had an exotic name.
Sadira reached out to hug her. “I’m honored you chose me to join you.”
Join us? Oh, hell no. If this was going to happen, she was getting hers, too.
“Nice to meet you, Sadira. Where’s your partner?”
Confusion flashed across the beautiful woman’s face as guilt camped out on Sam’s.
“Well, um, Lacey—”
Lacey interrupted his stuttered explanation. “No, Sam. No offense to you, Sadira, but we agreed to a partner swap, not a threesome.”
His mouth opening and closing, Sam looked like a fish as he tried to salvage his little fantasy, but Sadira, confusion gone, spoke first.
“Of course. I don’t have a partner, but I do have a very good friend I could invite. He’s very good-looking and I trust him. In fact, you are exactly his type. Shall I call him?”
Disgust at the relief flooding Sam’s features at the save gave Lacey the courage to say yes. If this was the death-knell for them, at least she could go out with a bang. Hopefully a big one.
Sitting up straight and squaring her shoulders, Lacey turned her back on her former boyfriend and nodded. “I’d like to meet him. If I feel comfortable and he’s willing, we can go from there.”
Sadira clapped her hands. “Perfect. Excuse me a moment.”
As the woman stepped away, already punching numbers in her cell, Sam whirled on her.
“What do you think you’re doing, Lace?” A muscle ticked at his temple, a sure sign of his anger.
Too bad.
“What we agreed to, Sam. You said partner swap, not a threesome with another woman. How like you to ensure your pleasure without thought to mine. Typical. I don’t know why I expected anything else.”
“What?” Shock quickly replaced the anger.
Feeling empowered, she continued. “That’s right. You suck in bed. For the record, after tonight, don’t bother calling me. I’m through with you, you selfish bastard.”
Sadira stepped between them at that moment. “My friend will join us shortly. Let’s dance while we wait.”
“You and Sam go ahead. I’ll wait here.”
“Are you sure?” The brunette cast a worried gaze toward Sam, who was already pulling her to the dance floor.
“Absolutely.”
Seems Sam was already moving on. Fine with her. Lacey flagged down a waitress and ordered another drink. Now that she had told him they were over, a weight had lifted off her chest. A one-woman man, she’d been coerced into something she hadn’t felt comfortable with.
Now, she could enjoy herself with worry or regret.
Two more drinks later, a guy approached Sadira on the dance floor. After a quick hug, she led both men to the table. Assuming this was the friend Sadira called, Lacey checked him out.
His blond hair was military-short and directed attention to the masculine planes of his face. Strong cheekbones and a square chin sent her pulse skyrocketing, but the dimple that peeked out when he smiled started the juices running in her panties. Broad shoulders tapered down to slim hips and the athletic way he moved through the crowd promised a tight ass.
Oh yeah. She could definitely get into him. Next to him, Sam looked like the weasel he was. This was real man and the confident way he held himself, combined with the panty-dropping good looks had her squirming in her seat.
As they approached the table, the mystery man’s smile grew. Hmm, maybe Sadira was right and she was his type. Who knew that Mr. Macho would like a woman with more curves than society said was beautiful?
“Lacey, this is the friend I told you about. Brett, say hi to Lacey.”
Brett rounded the table and lifted her hand. “My pleasure, Lacey.” The touch of his firm lips against her knuckles sent a shaft of electricity straight to her clit.
“I have a feeling it will be my pleasure.”
His dimple deepened as their gazes met and held.
“So, are we good to go?” Sam’s annoying voice broke through the spell between them.
Irritation flashed across Brett’s face as he faced Sam.
“I know she’s a little thick, but are you willing to fuck her?”
Heat swept up her face as mortification set in. Sadira gasped at Sam’s cruel words and Brett’s irritation turned to anger if the clenching fists were any indication.
“That’s no way to talk about a lady. She’s a beautiful woman and you’re a fool if you can’t see that.”
Brett coming to her defense and sticking up for her turned her on even more, despite Sam’s nastiness.
“Whatever, dude. Ready, Sadira?”
Oblivious to the disgust on the brunette’s face, Sam held his hand out to her. When she didn’t take it, he finally looked at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“You say those things about your girlfriend and then expect me to go with you?”
“She’s not my girlfriend anymore. She broke up with me before we went on the dance floor.”
Sadira nodded at Lacey. “Good for you.” She turned back to Sam. “You think that makes it okay? I don’t spend time with men who disrespect women.”
The brunette sashayed back to the dance floor. Sam turned his angry gaze on Lacey.
“See what you’ve done? I should have unloaded you long ago.”
Brett got between them as Sam advanced on her. “I suggest you go cool off.”
As Sam eyed Brett, Lacey could tell when the light bulb came on and Sam realized he was outmatched. With a disgusted snort, Sam turned away and cut through the crowd to the bar. Probably to find another partner for the night.
Brett sat on the other stool and took her hand. “You know he’s a dick, right? You broke up with him so you must, but what he said was out of line. I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”
The sincerity in his gaze and voice broke through her embarrassment. She smiled.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
He grinned at her for a moment and then sobered. “So far, I like what I see in you, but I have to be honest, I don’t like to share my partners.”
The last bit of trepidation lifted and she laughed. “Good, because I don’t like it, either. That was all Sam.”
“Figures. Idiot didn’t know what he had.”
The four drinks she’d consumed in short period of time combined with a hot guy rubbing circles on her hand got her juices flowing again. After all the build-up and the sudden free feeling rushing through her, she wanted this man. Tonight. Now.
“Want to go up to my room?”
“Are you asking because you want me or because you want to get back at him?”
Wow, a man that thought with more than his little head. As she wondered how to convince him, a wicked idea popped into her head and she had enough alcohol to lower her inhibitions to carry it out.
With slow, deliberate motions, she propped her heel on the rungs of his stool, widening her legs. As her skirt rode up her thighs, she ran her hand along the soft skin there. Brett’s eyes tracked the motion until her fingers slid up to her panties.
She plunged her first two fingers into her channel, her moisture easing the entry. Withdrawing, she pulled her hand out and held her offering out to him. Gazes locked, he leaned forward and sucked the fingers into his mouth.
His velvety tongue caressed her skin and he sucked on the digits, each pull garnering an answering tug in her clit. As he finished his treat, she tossed back her hair. The heat in his eyes gave her the confidence to continue with her invitation.
“What do you think?”
“I think you taste like heaven and I can’t wait for more. Let’s go.”
Hand in hand, they made their way back to her room. As she flipped the security lock in place, his arms encircled her and he nuzzled her neck. The scrape of stubble along with the wet slide of his tongue just behind her ear sent a wave of arousal through her. Knees buckling, she sagged against the door. He palmed her breasts and kneaded them. Her nipples tingled with desire and she tried to move them into his grasp. He stopped, sliding his hands to her waist.
“No. My way.”
At her nod, he returned to her aching mounds. She gasped for breath as he finally scraped a fingernail over one taut nub. More, more, more.
She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until he answered her. “You’ll get more, baby. I promise.”
Letting go of her sensitive breasts, he worked the fastenings on her dress until it hung open. With a sweep of his hands, the silky garment fell at her feet, leaving her in thong panties and heels.
Brett placed her hands on the door. “Leave them.”
Taking her silence as agreement, he turned his attention back to her breasts. This time, he zeroed in on her hard nipples, pulling and rolling them between his finger and thumb. Each movement sent a shaft of fire from her nipples straight to her pussy.
Lacey moaned and dropped her head back on his shoulder, making sure to leave her hands on the door in front of her. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
Commanding control over their love play, mouth nibbling her neck, hands paying homage to her nipples, and a huge cock pressing into her backside, Brett overwhelmed all of her senses. He slid one hand down to her mound, slipping beneath her thong. Pinching her clit, he sent her body into a sudden, unexpected orgasm.
She screamed as electric shocks buzzed along her nerve endings, radiating from her clit to the rest of her body. Behind her, she could hear the metal slide of Brett’s zipper and whimpered when he shoved her thong aside. He pushed down on her back until she bent forward and with one plunge, seated his hard cock inside her.
Her sheath welcomed him, moist from her climax, but snug enough that they both groaned. He filled her fuller than she’d ever been before and touched every sensitive spot inside her. Pushing back toward him, she silently begged for more.
With a quick kiss on her spine, he withdrew and drove forward again. And again. And again. With each lunge, he hit her g-spot, sending fireworks shot throughout her body. His firm grip on her hips seemed at odds with the tender touches he’d placed on her cheek, her hand, her shoulders, yet the combination sent her senses reeling.
“Harder. I need…more.” She could barely gasp out her request as the pleasure spiraled inside her, creating a coil of need in her stomach that tightened with each thrust.
In answer to her plea, he increased the rhythm, pounding hard and fast, exactly what she wanted. No, needed.
The coil tightened further and further, on the edge of breaking, but still just out of reach.
“I…can’t….” She sobbed as her orgasm hovered near, but not close enough.
As if sensing her frustration, Brett slid one hand down to her mound. He rubbed her clit, flicked it a couple of times, rubbed some more. His ministrations raised her arousal another notch, but wasn’t enough…
With a quick pinch of the sensitive bundle of nerves, the coil broke. A flood of pleasure rushed through her, wave after wave of sensation threatened to drown her. Her knees buckled and Brett caught her, held her up, continued to plough into her.
And then he found his release. With a moan, he held himself still inside her as beads of sweat landed on her back.
After several minutes, Brett pulled out and helped her stand up straight. He led her to the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Returning sans condom and with a wet washcloth, he wiped the moisture away before tossing it on the floor.
He joined her in the bed and pulled her into his arms. “That was incredible, baby. You’re incredible.”
Warmth filled her at his words. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”
“You’re really done with the dick, right?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Good, because I want to see where this leads. If you’re interested.” Doubt filled his voice for the first time since she’d met him.
Lacey propped herself up on one elbow and looked down into his green eyes. “I’m definitely interested.”
Relief flooded his features and he smiled, pulling her back into his embrace.
She felt so good, on top of the world and laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?”
“I told you it would be my pleasure.”
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What was she doing here? Lacey glanced across the room where Sam stood talking with a tall, willowy brunette. He leaned in close to her and whispered something in her ear. They both turned to look at her before going back to their conversation.
Lacey grabbed her drink from the table in front of her and downed it all in one gulp. Wasn’t it enough that she agreed to come to this place with her boyfriend of four months? Did they really need to introduce someone new to their bed? Or someones?
Sam brushed his knuckles up and down the brunette’s bare arm and the woman laughed, leaned into him, kissed him.
A pang shot through her chest, compressing her lungs like a vise until it hurt to draw a breath. The old insecurities surfaced the second Sam suggested a partner swap. Was she not good enough? Why did he need more? Could she handle seeing him with another?
Sam grabbed the brunette’s hand and the two made their way over to her. Lacey chugged the remainder of her drink. Her boyfriend wanted this. If she said no, she could lose him. If she went through with this, she could still lose him. Did she really even have him if their relationship depended on this?
The beautiful woman in red leather was everything she wasn’t – confident, sexy, willing to play games. With a deep-seated certainty that tonight was the end of her relationship with Sam, Lacey pasted a fake smile on her face as the two approached.
“Lacey, meet Sadira. Sadira, Lacey.”
Great, she even had an exotic name.
Sadira reached out to hug her. “I’m honored you chose me to join you.”
Join us? Oh, hell no. If this was going to happen, she was getting hers, too.
“Nice to meet you, Sadira. Where’s your partner?”
Confusion flashed across the beautiful woman’s face as guilt camped out on Sam’s.
“Well, um, Lacey—”
Lacey interrupted his stuttered explanation. “No, Sam. No offense to you, Sadira, but we agreed to a partner swap, not a threesome.”
His mouth opening and closing, Sam looked like a fish as he tried to salvage his little fantasy, but Sadira, confusion gone, spoke first.
“Of course. I don’t have a partner, but I do have a very good friend I could invite. He’s very good-looking and I trust him. In fact, you are exactly his type. Shall I call him?”
Disgust at the relief flooding Sam’s features at the save gave Lacey the courage to say yes. If this was the death-knell for them, at least she could go out with a bang. Hopefully a big one.
Sitting up straight and squaring her shoulders, Lacey turned her back on her former boyfriend and nodded. “I’d like to meet him. If I feel comfortable and he’s willing, we can go from there.”
Sadira clapped her hands. “Perfect. Excuse me a moment.”
As the woman stepped away, already punching numbers in her cell, Sam whirled on her.
“What do you think you’re doing, Lace?” A muscle ticked at his temple, a sure sign of his anger.
Too bad.
“What we agreed to, Sam. You said partner swap, not a threesome with another woman. How like you to ensure your pleasure without thought to mine. Typical. I don’t know why I expected anything else.”
“What?” Shock quickly replaced the anger.
Feeling empowered, she continued. “That’s right. You suck in bed. For the record, after tonight, don’t bother calling me. I’m through with you, you selfish bastard.”
Sadira stepped between them at that moment. “My friend will join us shortly. Let’s dance while we wait.”
“You and Sam go ahead. I’ll wait here.”
“Are you sure?” The brunette cast a worried gaze toward Sam, who was already pulling her to the dance floor.
“Absolutely.”
Seems Sam was already moving on. Fine with her. Lacey flagged down a waitress and ordered another drink. Now that she had told him they were over, a weight had lifted off her chest. A one-woman man, she’d been coerced into something she hadn’t felt comfortable with.
Now, she could enjoy herself with worry or regret.
Two more drinks later, a guy approached Sadira on the dance floor. After a quick hug, she led both men to the table. Assuming this was the friend Sadira called, Lacey checked him out.
His blond hair was military-short and directed attention to the masculine planes of his face. Strong cheekbones and a square chin sent her pulse skyrocketing, but the dimple that peeked out when he smiled started the juices running in her panties. Broad shoulders tapered down to slim hips and the athletic way he moved through the crowd promised a tight ass.
Oh yeah. She could definitely get into him. Next to him, Sam looked like the weasel he was. This was real man and the confident way he held himself, combined with the panty-dropping good looks had her squirming in her seat.
As they approached the table, the mystery man’s smile grew. Hmm, maybe Sadira was right and she was his type. Who knew that Mr. Macho would like a woman with more curves than society said was beautiful?
“Lacey, this is the friend I told you about. Brett, say hi to Lacey.”
Brett rounded the table and lifted her hand. “My pleasure, Lacey.” The touch of his firm lips against her knuckles sent a shaft of electricity straight to her clit.
“I have a feeling it will be my pleasure.”
His dimple deepened as their gazes met and held.
“So, are we good to go?” Sam’s annoying voice broke through the spell between them.
Irritation flashed across Brett’s face as he faced Sam.
“I know she’s a little thick, but are you willing to fuck her?”
Heat swept up her face as mortification set in. Sadira gasped at Sam’s cruel words and Brett’s irritation turned to anger if the clenching fists were any indication.
“That’s no way to talk about a lady. She’s a beautiful woman and you’re a fool if you can’t see that.”
Brett coming to her defense and sticking up for her turned her on even more, despite Sam’s nastiness.
“Whatever, dude. Ready, Sadira?”
Oblivious to the disgust on the brunette’s face, Sam held his hand out to her. When she didn’t take it, he finally looked at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“You say those things about your girlfriend and then expect me to go with you?”
“She’s not my girlfriend anymore. She broke up with me before we went on the dance floor.”
Sadira nodded at Lacey. “Good for you.” She turned back to Sam. “You think that makes it okay? I don’t spend time with men who disrespect women.”
The brunette sashayed back to the dance floor. Sam turned his angry gaze on Lacey.
“See what you’ve done? I should have unloaded you long ago.”
Brett got between them as Sam advanced on her. “I suggest you go cool off.”
As Sam eyed Brett, Lacey could tell when the light bulb came on and Sam realized he was outmatched. With a disgusted snort, Sam turned away and cut through the crowd to the bar. Probably to find another partner for the night.
Brett sat on the other stool and took her hand. “You know he’s a dick, right? You broke up with him so you must, but what he said was out of line. I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”
The sincerity in his gaze and voice broke through her embarrassment. She smiled.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
He grinned at her for a moment and then sobered. “So far, I like what I see in you, but I have to be honest, I don’t like to share my partners.”
The last bit of trepidation lifted and she laughed. “Good, because I don’t like it, either. That was all Sam.”
“Figures. Idiot didn’t know what he had.”
The four drinks she’d consumed in short period of time combined with a hot guy rubbing circles on her hand got her juices flowing again. After all the build-up and the sudden free feeling rushing through her, she wanted this man. Tonight. Now.
“Want to go up to my room?”
“Are you asking because you want me or because you want to get back at him?”
Wow, a man that thought with more than his little head. As she wondered how to convince him, a wicked idea popped into her head and she had enough alcohol to lower her inhibitions to carry it out.
With slow, deliberate motions, she propped her heel on the rungs of his stool, widening her legs. As her skirt rode up her thighs, she ran her hand along the soft skin there. Brett’s eyes tracked the motion until her fingers slid up to her panties.
She plunged her first two fingers into her channel, her moisture easing the entry. Withdrawing, she pulled her hand out and held her offering out to him. Gazes locked, he leaned forward and sucked the fingers into his mouth.
His velvety tongue caressed her skin and he sucked on the digits, each pull garnering an answering tug in her clit. As he finished his treat, she tossed back her hair. The heat in his eyes gave her the confidence to continue with her invitation.
“What do you think?”
“I think you taste like heaven and I can’t wait for more. Let’s go.”
Hand in hand, they made their way back to her room. As she flipped the security lock in place, his arms encircled her and he nuzzled her neck. The scrape of stubble along with the wet slide of his tongue just behind her ear sent a wave of arousal through her. Knees buckling, she sagged against the door. He palmed her breasts and kneaded them. Her nipples tingled with desire and she tried to move them into his grasp. He stopped, sliding his hands to her waist.
“No. My way.”
At her nod, he returned to her aching mounds. She gasped for breath as he finally scraped a fingernail over one taut nub. More, more, more.
She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until he answered her. “You’ll get more, baby. I promise.”
Letting go of her sensitive breasts, he worked the fastenings on her dress until it hung open. With a sweep of his hands, the silky garment fell at her feet, leaving her in thong panties and heels.
Brett placed her hands on the door. “Leave them.”
Taking her silence as agreement, he turned his attention back to her breasts. This time, he zeroed in on her hard nipples, pulling and rolling them between his finger and thumb. Each movement sent a shaft of fire from her nipples straight to her pussy.
Lacey moaned and dropped her head back on his shoulder, making sure to leave her hands on the door in front of her. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
Commanding control over their love play, mouth nibbling her neck, hands paying homage to her nipples, and a huge cock pressing into her backside, Brett overwhelmed all of her senses. He slid one hand down to her mound, slipping beneath her thong. Pinching her clit, he sent her body into a sudden, unexpected orgasm.
She screamed as electric shocks buzzed along her nerve endings, radiating from her clit to the rest of her body. Behind her, she could hear the metal slide of Brett’s zipper and whimpered when he shoved her thong aside. He pushed down on her back until she bent forward and with one plunge, seated his hard cock inside her.
Her sheath welcomed him, moist from her climax, but snug enough that they both groaned. He filled her fuller than she’d ever been before and touched every sensitive spot inside her. Pushing back toward him, she silently begged for more.
With a quick kiss on her spine, he withdrew and drove forward again. And again. And again. With each lunge, he hit her g-spot, sending fireworks shot throughout her body. His firm grip on her hips seemed at odds with the tender touches he’d placed on her cheek, her hand, her shoulders, yet the combination sent her senses reeling.
“Harder. I need…more.” She could barely gasp out her request as the pleasure spiraled inside her, creating a coil of need in her stomach that tightened with each thrust.
In answer to her plea, he increased the rhythm, pounding hard and fast, exactly what she wanted. No, needed.
The coil tightened further and further, on the edge of breaking, but still just out of reach.
“I…can’t….” She sobbed as her orgasm hovered near, but not close enough.
As if sensing her frustration, Brett slid one hand down to her mound. He rubbed her clit, flicked it a couple of times, rubbed some more. His ministrations raised her arousal another notch, but wasn’t enough…
With a quick pinch of the sensitive bundle of nerves, the coil broke. A flood of pleasure rushed through her, wave after wave of sensation threatened to drown her. Her knees buckled and Brett caught her, held her up, continued to plough into her.
And then he found his release. With a moan, he held himself still inside her as beads of sweat landed on her back.
After several minutes, Brett pulled out and helped her stand up straight. He led her to the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Returning sans condom and with a wet washcloth, he wiped the moisture away before tossing it on the floor.
He joined her in the bed and pulled her into his arms. “That was incredible, baby. You’re incredible.”
Warmth filled her at his words. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”
“You’re really done with the dick, right?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Good, because I want to see where this leads. If you’re interested.” Doubt filled his voice for the first time since she’d met him.
Lacey propped herself up on one elbow and looked down into his green eyes. “I’m definitely interested.”
Relief flooded his features and he smiled, pulling her back into his embrace.
She felt so good, on top of the world and laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?”
“I told you it would be my pleasure.”
****
Please return on September 22nd for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.
~~Scarlett Jameson~~
If you missed any of our previous posts and would like to catch up, you can purchase the Everything Erotic Volume I
, Everything Erotic Volume II, Everything Erotic Volume III, Everything Erotic Volume IV, Everything Erotic Volume V, Everything Erotic Volume VI, Everything Erotic Volume VII, Everything Erotic Volume VIII, and Everything Erotic Volume IX anthologies as ebooks for only $0.99 each!Copyright © 2011 Scarlett Jameson
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Strange Sex
Content advisory: m/f sex
The heavy weight of his stare roused her from a light doze. Janet cracked her eyes and slid them to the right. Nope, not there. Without moving her head, she glanced to the left. There, at the beachside bar.
The man was gorgeous. Dark hair, longer than conventional, curled around his ears and collar made her itch to run her fingers through it. Even from here, she could see how bright blue his eyes were as they seared her with a heated stare. Broad shoulders stretched his t-shirt tight and she worried that it might come apart at the seams.
Could he be the man she’d ordered? God, that sounded so sordid, but men like him were out of her league. She wasn’t ugly. She took care of herself, hitting the gym at least three times a week. Her thick hair brushed her shoulders, but some highlights would brighten the plain brown. Too bad she never took the time to jazz things up. She would have loved to have jewel-colored eyes like the hunk at the bar, but she had to make do with plain brown.
Her nerves stretched thin, threatening to break. She’d never done anything like this before. Obviously if she had, she wouldn’t have had to resort to a place like this to fulfill her fantasy. She’d wanted to experience sex with a stranger since her roommate in college went on and on about it after a particularly hot one night stand. Too bad she was too afraid to try it out herself. Until now, that is.
When she’d found the flyer for Decadent, a hedonistic resort in the Florida Keys, in the break room at the office, she’d been intrigued. After she’d checked them out online, she knew she’d found the answer to her dilemma. Too afraid to attempt stranger sex on her own, this resort offered up such experiences with the added guarantee of background checks and clean bills of health.
She sat up on her lounger and took a drink of her watered down ice tea. The moisture running down her parched throat felt good and the normalcy of the act helped to settle her.
Pushing her sunglasses up on her nose to hide her gaze, she slanted another glance at tall, dark and hunky. Yep, still at the bar. She’d noticed him last night when she’d ventured down to the lobby and the night club there. Even there he’d shown interest in her. The heat in his gaze had helped her loosen up. She’d never moved so sinuous on the dance floor before.
Feeling confident and sexy, she’d gyrated and swirled her hips, hoping to entice him over. Unfortunately for her, he’d never approached her, nor had any other man. She’d stayed until the wee hours before heading up to her room. Alone. As usual.
“You look thirsty. Can I buy you a drink?” A deep voice jerked her from her musings and she looked up, up, up into those blue eyes.
She widened her eyes and anything remotely intelligent froze somewhere between her brain and her mouth. Seeming to take her silence as assent, he waved over a waiter and sat on the end of chaise lounge.
After placing an order of beer and a fresh iced tea for her, he propped a hand near her knee and leaned toward her.
“My name is Seth.” He quirked an eyebrow, silently asking for hers.
“Janet.” Finally. Maybe not scintillating conversation, but she was at least following his cues.
“Are you here alone, Janet, or is someone meeting you?” With his free hand, he traced invisible patterns on her leg.
Sparks traveled from every place he touched straight to her pussy. Moisture gathered there as blood rushed to her nether lips. Squirming in her seat, she shook her head.
Seth grinned. “No, you’re not here alone or no, no one is meeting you?”
God, could she be any more stupid? The sexual arousal swamping her from a simple touch addled her brain. If this was her guy, shouldn’t he already know everything about her? Maybe this was part of the experience, to go through all the motions.
Clearing her throat, she flashed a small smile. “I’m here alone. You?”
The waiter set the drinks on the table next to her chair and Seth signed the ticket. Grabbing her tea, she took a huge gulp. Get it together, girl, before he decides you’re too much trouble to bother with.
He scooted up the lounger, pushing her legs to the side as his hips came to rest next to hers. “A woman like you in a place like this. As if I’d ordered it personally.”
The reference to her order sent heat rushing up her throat to cover her cheeks. Yep, this must be her guy. Knowing that she couldn’t lose with him gave her the confidence to flirt with him.
“Maybe I knew I’d find you.”
As hot as his stare was, it upgraded to flamethrower at her words. More liquid gushed into her bikini bottoms. His light touch became more pronounced and he ran his hand up her thigh, stopping before he reached her bathing suit and sliding it back down to her knee.
“Maybe I should make it worth your while.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Your room or mine?”
“Mine.”
He stood, reaching down to help her up. “Lead on.”
As she turned to head back to the main lodge, he slipped his arm around her waist, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin covering her ribs. With each caress, her heat index went up another notch until she felt as though she were in the middle of a live volcano.
The elevator doors closed behind them, leaving them alone in the glass and metal cube. Unable to stand it any longer, she pulled his head down to hers. His lips were soft and he opened them right away, drawing her tongue in to play with his.
As the elevator hurtled toward her floor, her lust ramped up with each velvet stroke. Seth pushed her against the wall and lifted one of her legs up to his hip. Even with the height difference, the movement put her mound against his growing erection. She rubbed against him and he moaned into her mouth.
The friction on her clit sent electric jolts through her entire body. Wanting more, she raised her other leg to encircle his waist. Palming her ass, he lifted her until his cock fit perfectly into the notch between her thighs.
Janet humped against him, her arousal rocketing higher and higher until she could feel the edge of her climax. Before she could go over the edge, the elevator stopped at her floor.
Tearing his lips from hers, Seth panted. “Which room?”
“4507.”
He lifted away from the wall and carried her to her room. Impressed at his show of strength, she felt another gush of cream escape. Damn, she’d go off before they got to the good stuff at this rate.
At her door, he stopped to let her slide the key in. As soon as the light flashed green, he pushed it open and made it to the bed before collapsing on top of her.
“Now, where were we?”
With a devilish glint, he resumed the hot kiss and pushed his rod into her as his hands paid homage to her breasts. The bathing suits they wore were the only thing standing between them as they rubbed against each other and his kneading hands finally found her nipples. As he rolled them between his fingers, her orgasm came roaring back as though it had never left.
A new urgency drove their humping until he slid one hand down to find her clit. He pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves and fireworks went off behind her eyes as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure thundered through her body.
She tore her mouth from his and screamed. As though her climax was all that he’d been waiting for, Seth tore his trunks down and grabbed a condom from the bedside table. Breaking a land record, he sheathed his cock. Moving her bikini to the side, he plunged into her.
He was bigger than what she was used to and she felt a pinch. Holding still, he allowed her body to adjust to his size. After a few moments, her sheath softened around him and he withdrew. With another hard thrust, he filled her again. This time he hit her g-spot and sent a new shower of sparks along her nerve endings.
Setting a steady rhythm, Seth plowed into her, scraping the tip of his cock against that nerve-filled spot with each pass. The sex was rougher than she was used to, but it felt right. She wanted more. In just a few strokes, another orgasm rose within her and she knew this one would be stronger, wilder than the one she’d just experienced.
“Harder, Seth. I’m close.”
Her words spurred him on and he fulfilled her wish. Harder and faster, he pumped in and out. Closer and closer, her arousal rose to a fever pitch.
“Come now, baby. I can’t hold on much longer.” Sweat dripped from his brow to her breast as he panted above her.
“I’m…almost…” She reached for that pleasure, but it dangled out of reach.
As though sensing her need, he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He drew hard on the rigid nub and she edged closer to her goal. With a groan, he bit into her sensitive skin and like a rocket, she went off.
Electricity traveled from her pussy, through her body, hitting every single nerve on its journey. Her body jolted from the pleasure as her pussy contracted around him. She screamed his name and when the pleasure became too strong, almost painful, she bit into his shoulder.
With two of the hardest thrusts yet, he drove into her before he stilled, emptying his pleasure into the condom.
When the waves of pleasure stopped rolling over them, Seth dropped to the side of her, propping up on one elbow. With a trembling finger, he brushed her hair off her forehead. Surprised at the tender gesture, some unnamed emotion knotted up in her stomach.
“That was…incredible. After we rest up, we’ll have to see if we can do that again.” Seth chuckled, but she could hear bewilderment behind his words.
“I’m up for a repeat, if you are.”
She definitely wanted to experience that mind-numbing pleasure again, but she needed to make sure she didn’t get too attached to the great sex. After all, he was an employee here. It was his job to give her the fantasy she paid for.
Sadness filled her at the thought of just being another job to him. The phone rang, breaking through her maudlin thoughts. Seth grabbed the receiver and handed it to her.
“Hello?”
“Miss Jackson, this is Mr. Anthony, the general manager here. We’d like to start your fantasy package, but you left the beach before our employee could make contact.”
Shock raced through her, burning away the last bit of lethargy from her limbs as she bolted upright. “He hasn’t—”
“No, ma’am. We don’t normally like to schedule things this way, but…”
She’d just had stranger sex. With a stranger! Oh my God. What should she do? There was some hired stud out there, waiting to fuck her brains out, but what she’d just shared with Seth….
Nothing could be hotter. Seth was here because he wanted her. She’d come harder, longer, more spectacularly with him than she ever had. The fact that he wasn’t a hired employee just made it that much hotter.
There was no way she could go through with the fantasy now. She’d rather explore this and see what happened. He’d already promised a repeat performance. Maybe something more could grow from this.
“I’d like to cancel that portion of my vacation. Thanks anyway.”
She slammed the phone down and rolled back into Seth’s arms. “Should we get some lunch and refuel for round 2?”
He grinned at her, relief softening his features. “Lady, I like the way you think.”
****
Please return on August 16th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.
~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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