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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Working Late

Content advisory: m/f graphic sex, light BDSM elements

Brenda finished typing and hit save. The blasted report that Mr. Carswell demanded to have on his desk first thing tomorrow was finally finished. She arched her back and glanced at the clock. Holy cripes, after ten? Time to head home and get some sleep before coming back early in the morning.

She hit the key to print and gathered her things together. After collecting the sheets of paper from her printer, Brenda went to Carswell’s office and laid a copy in the middle of his desk. On the way out, she laid a second copy on his secretary’s desk. She’d learned her lesson about covering her ass the last time he pulled this stunt.

Heading down the hallway and dreaming of her bed, Brenda slowed as she neared her own office. A shadow worked its way across her open door. Someone was in her office. This late at night, no one else should be here.

As she debated what she should do, the shadow moved again and a man stepped out into the hall.

“Dan Barnett, you scared the crap out of me.” Relief tinged her admonition and she took a moment to drink him in.

While she normally didn’t date co-workers, Dan was an exception that she was willing to make. If he’d been interested, that is. She’d flirted with him, but as yet, he hadn’t taken the bait. Tall and buff with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes, he was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome.

“Sorry, Bren. I saw your light on and came to walk you to your car. If you’re done?” His husky voice sent an erotic shiver dancing down her spine.

Shaking those thoughts away, she nodded. “Yep. Just delivered it to Carswell’s office. Let me get my things.”

She slid past him, surprised when he didn’t move, forcing her to brush against him. He usually went out of his way to keep his distance. The slight touch was enough to ignite her libido, despite her fatigue. Her nipples hardened, poking through the thin lace bra and silk blouse she wore.

Heat roared its way up her cheeks and she averted her gaze. How embarrassing. One small, inadvertent touch and she was primed to go. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice.

Rounding her desk, she leaned over to retrieve her purse from the bottom desk drawer. A caress down the right globe of her ass had her springing back up and turning to face him.

“Dan? What—”

Dan leaned his big body into hers, trapping her against the desk. “I love your ass, Brenda. Every time you walk by my office, that shake of yours gets me hot.”

Leaning into her, Dan nipped at her neck and crowded closer, the evidence of his arousal poked at her belly.

Brenda released a moan and tilted her head back to give him better access to the sensitive skin near her ear. She’d thought of this moment, masturbated to thoughts of him, but never believed it would happen. He’d never shown her anything, but friendship.

“What’s gotten into you? You’ve never been interested in me.” Brenda pushed at his chest and he lifted those sinful lips, though he didn’t move away from her.

“Oh, I’ve been interested, but unavailable until now.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I first started here, I had a girlfriend.”

“You don’t now?”

“No, we’ve been over for a while now. Was I wrong about your interest?” His dark eyes turned serious and he started to back away.

Brenda grabbed his shirt and pulled him back in. “No. This is just unexpected, not unwelcome.”

With her words, the fire lit his eyes, turning them into molten chocolate and he claimed her mouth in a kiss so hot, she was surprised the fire alarm didn’t go off.

His tongue slid across hers like velvet and explored every crevice, stoking the blaze inside her higher and higher. She wrapped her leg around his hip and pulled him even closer as his hand found her breast.

Her hands tunneled through his hair and she tried to get closer, rubbing her pussy against the erection straining his pants.

Breaking away, Dan dropped his head on her shoulder, panting. “If we keep this up, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Who said I wanted you to?” Brenda fumbled with his belt buckle until if finally pulled free. The button and zipper came next. His hard dick all but jumped out at her. “Commando?”

He lifted head and started to answer, but she’d started stroking his cock and a groan was all that made it out.

After a minute of fondling him and rubbing the pre-cum on his mushroom tip, he pulled her blouse open. She heard the ping of plastic buttons hitting her desktop and mourned the loss of one of her favorite blouses. Then his hot breath surrounded the pert tips poking through her bra and she forgot about her clothes.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit lightly. The small bite of pain laced with pleasure raced through her, urging her higher. One of Dan’s hands slid up her leg to her panties. He rubbed his finger along the wet spot there before nudging them aside and plunging his finger inside her moist heat.

Writhing against him, Brenda fell into the rhythm he’d set as he added another digit and then a third. Her climax quickly built, she was so close. She moaned, reaching for the pinnacle and just as she was sure to reach it, Dan withdrew his fingers.

“No!” Her protest had too much whine in it to be effective.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Dan whirled her around and she splayed across her desktop. Yanking her skirt up and her panties down, he leaned forward and bit her where her neck met her shoulder. A shiver worked through her and she wondered at the bit of pain enhancing her pleasure.

A rustling sound behind her prompted her to look over her shoulder. Dan rolled a condom over his thick cock before grabbing her hips and entering her in one push. Arching her back to take him deeper, Brenda lifted her ass.

In the next instant, Dan’s hand came down on her cheek. The smack startled her, but her body seemed to respond reflexively, leaning into him. Another stinging slap and another, he rained blows on her ass until both globes heated beneath his ministrations.

The spanking turned Dan on as well. The more she pleaded for more, the harder and deeper he thrust into her. The tension in her body pulled back like the string on a bow. Tighter and tighter and tighter. She was going to come. Almost there.

Dan smoothed his hands over her flaming butt and then slid around to pinch her clit. That one extra bit of stimulation was all it took to tip her over the edge. The bow snapped and the arrow let loose in a torrential explosion of sensation.

Stars shot across her closed eyelids and she screamed, loud, as the biggest orgasm she’d ever had flooded her nerve endings. Dan pumped one, two more times before he grunted behind her and held himself still.

Brenda fell forward on her desk, her legs unable to hold her any longer. After a moment, Dan withdrew his cock and disposed of the condom.

“Wow. Glad I had to work late. That made it worth it.”

“Happy to oblige.”

Pulling her panties and righting her skirt, she felt suddenly shy. What if he thought she did this with just anyone? That she was easy? What if this was all he wanted?

Cursing herself for allowing her body to overrule her brain, she rooted in her desk for a couple of safety pins she’d stashed away. They would hold her blouse together long enough for her to get home.

While she repaired her blouse, she could hear Dan dressing himself. Callused fingers slid under her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to face him.

Serious chocolate eyes bored into hers. “I’m honored that you shared that with me.”

Heat flamed her cheeks and she knew a blush had broken out across her fair skin.

“I’d like to take you out.”

“What?”

“I know we did things a little backward, but I want to be with you. You’re a special lady and your friendship has been great, but I’d like us to take our relationship to the next level.”

“Really?”

“Really. Dinner tomorrow?”

“Sounds great.”

Dan walked her out to her car. As she let the engine warm up, she rolled down her window. He cupped her neck and drug her forward for a long, slow kiss.

A promise of things to come.

****

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~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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Recreating Halloween

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

“Tonight will be so fun. I can’t wait to see all the children dressed up.” Lily wrapped each cookie separately, adding a small homemade card. She’d spent the last two weeks making enough for all the children aboard the S.S. Constellation.

“I don’t know about this idea of yours, Flower.” Jak’s forehead furrowed as he shook his head.

Surprise halted her motions as she studied her mate. “Why do you say that?”

“Remember what happened when you tried to recreate that Independence Day holiday? You nearly took out a whole section of Star Flight Academy.”

Trying to recreate Earthen traditions from old texts had turned out to be harder than she’d thought. There hadn’t been a formula for the fireworks she’d seen in the documentary during Cultural Earthen Anthropology class, so she’d had to improvise. It had worked fine until the finale when the last rocket had misfired – straight into administrative offices of the Star Flight instructors.

“Yes, well, it’s true that I didn’t get the formula for the fireworks right—”

“What if something goes wrong on board tonight? It’s a much smaller area.”

Lily rolled her eyes and she tried to fight back a grin. This side of Jak was cute, even if unnecessary. “The kids are dressing up in costumes and people are giving out goodies. That’s it. I’m surprised. Usually Qwin is the worrier.”

Jak’s twin, and Lily’s other heartmate, strode through the door as though the mention of his name summoned him.

He kissed Lily and grabbed a cookie before plopping down beside his brother. “What’s Jak worrying about?”

“He’s afraid I’m going to destroy the ship.”

“I didn’t say that. But every since we found New Earth, you’ve gone a little overboard on all things Earthen.”

Lily placed the bagged cookies into a large bowl and set it near the door. “Hmph. I wonder if you’ll say that later tonight.”

“Why?”

A buzz sounded through their quarters.

“The children have started arriving. Please hand out these treats while I change.”

With a swish of her ponytail, Lily went into their sleeping quarters to prepare for tonight. She’d change her men’s minds about Earthen holidays. From now on, they’ll beg to help her. A naughty smile tugged at her lips as she thought of all the ways she’d convince them.

****

“She’s been in there a long time. I hope she’s not angry with me.” Jak hadn’t meant to hurt Lily’s feelings. He knew that she wanted to connect with her roots, and since the discovery of part of the planet Earth, she’d spent every spare minute poring over every bit of information she could find.

Qwin leaned back on the couch and put his arms along the back, totally at ease. “Serves you right if she is. Glad I didn’t say anything about her holiday.”

That had been nagging him since Lily mentioned it. Qwin was the worrier, almost costing them their mate with his concerns. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I knew the details. Not too much can go wrong handing goodies out to kids.”

Jak smacked the back of his brother’s head. “You could’ve told me before I made an ass out of myself.”

“But it’s so much fun to watch you flounder.” Qwin laughed.

“Sometimes you’re such a—” Jak’s breath hung in his throat as Lily appeared behind Qwin.

Qwin turned to see behind him. “What’s wro— Whoa.”

Lily strode forward on shoes with tall, thin heels. “What do you think of my costume, boys?”

Jak started at her feet in those strange, but sexy shoes. Some sort of thin material covered her legs and stopped mid-thigh where buckles attached to what looked like ribbon journeyed upwards underneath her short black skirt.

That skirt barely covered her and poofed out so that each movement she made threatened to give him a peek at the treasure beneath. A small white overskirt tied around her waist. A tight top accentuated her lovely breasts, showing the little pebbles reaching toward them, proof that Lily enjoyed the perusal as much as he did.

By the time he made it up to her lovely face, his erection threatened to burst through his pants. When she licked her moist lips, Qwin’s groan echoed his own.

“What…what kind of costume is that?” Qwin’s raspy question echoed Jak’s own thoughts, though he’d be damned if he could manage to get a single word out.

Lily twirled and the skirt played peek-a-boo with some contraption of ribbons underneath. Holy Mother of Moyan, she must be trying to kill them.

“It’s called a French Maid. Apparently it was quite popular on Earth. I’ve spent the last month making it. You like?”

Qwin jumped up and cupped her neck, pulling her forward into a hungry kiss. Shaken from his stupor and not to be left out, Jak stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He loved it when the three of them came together and tonight would be no exception.

As his brother pulled away, Jak turned her head and claimed her lips. The taste of vanilla and the essence of Lily herself exploded on his tongue as he delved deep.

“Let’s take this to our sleeping quarters.” Qwin’s voice brought him back to the present.

With a nod, he grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her toward their room. Qwin crowded behind her and shut the door. She’d been busy. Soft light glowed around the room and black silk sheets adorned their bed.

Qwin pulled the white ties at her back and the small overskirt fell away. “As lovely as you look in this costume, it’s time to get rid of it.”

While his brother helped their mate out of her clothes, Jak disrobed and sat down on the bed to watch the show. Lily’s black dress fell to the floor and he lost his breath all over again.

“What is this?” His fingers traced the ribbons holding up her leg coverings up to her waist to a belt-like thing that was way more sexy than any belt he’d ever seen.

“It’s called a garter belt. It holds up these stockings.” Lily ran her hands down her legs. “It was considered very sexy back then.”

“I consider it very sexy right now.” Jak pressed his lips to her stomach just above the garter belt.

Finally free of his own clothes, Qwin joined them again. His hands cupped Lily’s breasts and Jak could tell when his brother found the cutouts on the bra because Qwin stilled his movements. Then his fingers zeroed in on her nipples and he rolled them, causing Lily to lean back into him with a soft moan.

Jak delved between her legs, enjoying the lack of underwear. Moisture slicked his fingers as he slipped them between the folds of her sex.  He pushed inside, her sheath pulsing around him. Thrusting slowly, Jak watched Lily’s eyes slide closed as her hips matched the rhythm he set.

As Qwin plucked at her pearled tips, Jak thumbed her clit. While he alternated between flicking and rubbing the sensitive nub, he palmed his dick and stroked slowly. Lily’s hips picked up speed and her chest heaved as she panted. She was getting close.

After a quick look at his brother, Jak pulled his fingers free. Qwin stopped his own ministrations and unhooked Lily’s bra and tugged it down her arms. Her head came up and her eyes popped open.

“What—”

“Ssh. Come here, Flower.” Jak guided her to straddle him as he lay back on the bed.

She leaned forward and claimed a hungry kiss. As their tongues glided against each other’s, he palmed her hips and positioned her over his hard cock.

Breaking away, Lily guided his rod to her wet pussy and impaled herself with a groan. As she sat there unmoving, Qwin pushed her forward onto Jak’s chest. He knew that Qwin was preparing Lily to accept him and felt her move as his brother entered her ass.

With a gasp, she closed her eyes and moved back into Qwin. As he pulled out, Jak thrust up and they set a slow and steady rhythm.

Lily’s cunt squeezed his dick and he could feel Qwin through the thin membrane separating them. This connection between the three of them had been there from the beginning and only got stronger with each shared intimacy. Jak reached up and pulled her breast toward his mouth. A cry broke from her as he sucked her nipple before switching to the other one.

Qwin pushed harder and prompted Jak to increase their speed. As they pumped into their lovely mate, Jak could feel her muscles clamp around his cock. Pleasure settled low on his spine and Jak fought to hold back his own orgasm as Lily neared her climax.

As electricity zinged along his nerves and began to spiral outward, Jak found her clit with his thumb and rubbed. With a sob, the tension inside her broke and Lily’s body arched forward, her sheath milking his erection until he exploded inside her.

His head pounded and sensations that reminded him of those renegade fireworks detonated inside him as he held himself deep within Lily’s depths. A moment later, Qwin stopped moving as well.

Lily slumped forward onto his chest as his brother slowly pulled out of her dark rosette. Sweat matted strands of her hair to her forehead and a small smile played across her lips. Qwin flopped beside them on the bed and Jak rolled to the side, placing their heartmate exactly where she belonged – between them.

As his heart rate returned to normal, Jak almost missed Lily’s whisper. “See, there’s something to be said for reviving old traditions.”

With a snort, he agreed. “And making new ones.”

Please return on November 9th for the next Rendezvous.

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Riding Out the Storm

Riding Out the Storm is the first installment of Rendezvous, short stories of sexy close encounters. They won't necessarily feature the same people, although you may meet them again in another Rendezvous later. Enjoy!

It was 10 p.m. and here she was torturing herself. Half an hour before closing, Jane was alone in the gym with the exception of Matt. And what an exception he was. Exceptional was more like it.

Though he owned the place, he didn’t look like a gym rat. Those over-muscled meatheads that could barely move their arms because they were so bulked up didn’t appeal her at all. Matt, on the other hand, resembled a Greek statue with his finely sculpted biceps and chiseled pecs. Definitely a great advertisement for his business.

Punching the buttons in front of her, Jane slowed the treadmill. She’d been at it for 45 minutes and it was time to cool down. Movement to her left gave her a split second warning before the object of her lust appeared in front of her.

“Good workout tonight?” Matt’s gaze scorched a path down her body before coming back to rest on her face with a quick wink.

The effect on her body was predictable and instantaneous. Her nipples pebbled inside her sturdy sports bra and her panties dampened.

“Yeah. Thanks for staying.” Her breathless reply embarrassed her, but maybe he would attribute it to her workout.

Judging by his knowing grin, though, she didn’t think so.

“Anything for you, pretty lady.” Then with another slow perusal that lingered on her slightly bouncing breasts, he moved over to the counter with the mound of clean towels and began folding them.

A loud boom followed by a flash of light startled her, drawing her attention from ogling Matt to the large windows at the front of the gym. The light flared again and water lashed the glass. The storm that had been brewing all day finally hit. Couldn’t it wait another 30 minutes until she got home? Another crack of thunder jarred her concentration.

Turning off the machine, Jane hopped off and grabbed her water. Should she skip her shower here at the gym and just head home? She took a swig from her bottle, tipping it too fast. Water flooded her mouth and overflowed onto her tank top, soaking it through to her bra.

As she stood there, the sweat on her body cooled in the air conditioned gym, chasing goosebumps up her arms. No. Better to wash up now. Recapping her bottle, she snatched a towel and slipped into the women’s locker room.

The showers here were the best she’d seen at places like this. Each stall consisted of a shower with an opaque plastic door, plus a small space just outside with a bench, hooks for clothing and a curtain for privacy. Plenty of room to move around, dry off, dress.

Jane pulled her clothes off and wrapped her bath towel around her. Rummaging in her locker, she found her shower caddy and water shoes and headed in to clean up.

Just as she lathered her hair up, the lights went out. Holy crap! This storm must have been worse than she thought. The locker room was so dark, she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. What should she do? She was sure to hurt herself if she tried to traverse the gym in the dark.

First things first, she needed to get this shampoo out of her hair. Then she could wrap up in a towel, sit on the bench in her shower stall, and wait for the lights to come back on. With that plan firmly in place, she closed her eyes and dipped her head under the steady stream of warm water.

As she opened her eyes, a shaft of light pierced the plastic door.

“Jane! Are you all right?” Matt’s worried voice carried over the sounds of the shower.

Jane opened the shower door and poked her head out. There stood her knight in shining flashlight. When he caught sight of her, his concerned expression changed, the fire in his gaze hot enough to melt the earth’s core as well as her own.

At the change in his demeanor, she glanced down and noticed that even though only her head stuck out of the shower, her whole body was plainly visible in the beam of the flashlight.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” Crossing one arm over her breasts and one hand over her pussy, Jane squirmed under his intense stare as she fought to control her body’s reaction to him.

“You’re definitely fine.” Instead of pulling the curtain back in place, Matt strode forward.

“What are you doing?” Her face flamed and she cursed her tendency to blush. Hopefully Matt wouldn’t notice in the dim light.

“I’ve noticed the way you look at me. I’m sure you’ve seen how I watch you. It’s time to do something about this attraction.”

“Now?”

“Unless you don’t feel it too. Just say so and I’ll leave the flashlight here for you to get dressed.” He stood before her, only a thin plastic door between them and waited for her answer.

They stared into each other’s eyes and she knew this was her one chance with him. If she told him no, he’d honor her request and he wouldn’t ask again. Could she throw her natural caution out and grab onto him with both hands? She wanted to.

Taking her silence as a refusal, Matt pulled both ends of the flashlight, turning it into a small lantern. Setting in on the bench, he spun around to go.

“Wait!” Nervous, she licked her lips as he faced her. His gaze narrowed in on the small movement.

“I don’t normally do this, but…I want you to stay.” Her momentary confidence fled with the rush of words and she shied from his stare.

Matt reached out a hand and tilted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. “I don’t pick up women in my gym either, but you’re special.”

Not sure if the words were true, and not caring at that moment, Jane nodded. That one gesture started a blaze between them like a dislodged stone starts a rock slide.

He crushed his lips to her and pulled her unresisting body into his as the shower door hit the wall beside him. Stepping forward, Matt forced her back under the stream of water.

Jane tore her mouth away and gasped. “You’re still dressed.”

Water cascaded over him, molding his clothes to his so-fine form.

“Not for long.” With a wicked waggle of eyebrows, he pushed her against the wall and reclaimed her kiss.

Matt’s hands cupped her jaw angling her head so he could push his tongue inside her mouth.

Her blood rushed through her like molten lava. This man’s affect on her threw her mind. Matt could have her wet and ready with just a kiss, while most men she dated couldn’t melt an ice cube.

He slid his hands down to her breasts. Zeroing on her nipples, Matt rolled them between his fingers. Fire spread like a line of gasoline connected the sensitive nubs directly to her pussy and he was the match. A low moan broke free from her when he moved his mouth down to her neck in nibbling kisses.

Pleasure crashed through her like waves against a shoreline. Every time she got her balance, he would touch her somewhere else and another bolt of lust rocketed through her, spiking her arousal higher.  She ran her hands over his shoulders and felt his wet shirt. While there was something erotic about being completely nude while he still had all his clothes on, she wanted skin on skin.

“Off.” Jane grabbed the bottom of his tank top and yanked. Stopping his ministrations just long enough to pull the offending garment off, Matt came back to her breasts while his hands found her wet warmth.

He tongued the first areola, teasing it before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her breasts had always been responsive, but this man took her to new heights. She wanted to feel his cock inside her so bad, she throbbed.

His magic fingers thrust into her, building the tension inside. As she neared climax, he pulled out and stroked her mound. When she’d calmed a bit, he pushed his fingers back into her cunt and resumed his rhythm. Her ache coiled inside her like a spring waiting to be sprung. She was so close.

“Now! I can’t wait any longer.” She reached down and grasped his dick. Long and hard, her mouth watered. Maybe she could wait a few extra minutes if he let her suck on him for a while.

“I want to make it good for you, baby.” He switched over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment while his fingers moved to circle her clit.

“It is. It is. Inside me. Now.” Needing release, Jane sobbed as the pleasure built even higher.

At her cry, Matt stopped sucking her breast and pulled his fingers away. He pulled a condom from his pocket and then yanked his shorts and underwear down in one swift move. Quickly sheathing himself, he whirled her around.

Jane braced her hands on the shower wall as he tilted her hips up. Slipping the tip of his cock along her slit, Matt teased her for a moment. Then he plunged into her, drawing a scream from her throat.

Her pussy felt so full as it clasped his erection. His unmoving erection. Was he trying to kill her? What was he waiting for?

“Did I hurt you?” Tension and worry threaded through his voice.

“No, but I’m going to hurt you if you don’t move. Hard.” Gasping out her threat, Jane pushed back against him.

Her words and action spurred him. Matt pulled out and thrust back into her, hard, just as she wanted. Pumping in and out, she could feel his dick getting bigger, longer. He must be close.

His fingers found her clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. The coil inside her grew more taut. Matt pinched her sensitive bundle of nerves and she exploded. Her body bowed forward and fireworks speared her skull as waves of pleasure wracked her shot through her pussy. With three more quick strokes, Matt groaned as he joined her in climax.

As they leaned against the wall panting, the lights came back on.

“Guess playtime is over.” Jane tried not to let her disappointment color her words.

Matt’s cock slipped from her pussy and he turned her to face him, cradling her face. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“I meant it when I said you were special. Come home with me tonight. I’ll take you on a date tomorrow.”

Jane looked into Matt’s eyes and saw the truth there. Relief and happiness prompted her to tease him. “Go home with you? What kind of girl do you think I am?”

Letting out the breath he held, Matt laughed. “Mine?”

“That works. Now can we get out of here? The water’s freezing.”

Matt turned off the water. “No worries, babe. I’ll warm you up.”

Jane laughed and kissed him quick as she accepted her towel. “I know you will.”

Please return on October 29th for the next Rendezvous.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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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.