Take Me To Paradise

CHAPTERTHREE

This trip was a never-endingchecklist of “never have I evers.” Of all the islands in the Caribbean, the Bahamas were one I’d never visited before. It didn’t disappoint. I’d never stayed in an over-the-ocean bungalow before. The water beneath the floor was mesmerizing. There was no sign of any brightly colored fish or wildlife, but I hoped over the week something would surface. Having a private swim would have to wait. The resort had too much to explore. Unpacking could wait. There was too much fun to be had all around the resort.

Two strangers. Gosh, I’d never made out with two total strangers before. Certainly, never on an airplane. Yet I couldn’t stop touching my lips just to make sure it actually happened. That I wasn’t dreaming. Leo. Jesus just whispering his name felt like a caress. He was new to the island as well. My cherry. I could still see his sheepish smile, feel his scruffy beard, the look of his chest pressing against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. I hoped our paths would cross at some point. He would be someone worth exploring possibilities with.

I dug my bikini out of my bag, grabbed a coverup, and hastily changed. They must pump pheromones into the air because already I sensed the slick dampness between my legs, felt the pull of my nipples against my bikini top that had nothing to do with the air conditioning in my room. I ached. Just a few dirty kisses and some gratuitous flirting with Fraser at the check-in counter, and yet I felt wound and in desperate need of any kind of release.

The resort was kind enough to stock the bedroom with any sexual aid one might need, from condoms and lube to vibrators and plugs. How attentive they were to ensure their clients' happiness. I threw a few condoms in my wristlet. Just in case, and made my way to the pool.

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I’d spent the better part of six weeks imagining what Temptations would be like once I got there. Of course, there’d be plenty of sex, and a lot of adventurous people, but I supposed I hadn’t expected everyone to be so obvious about their sex. I figured people would kiss or rub on each other, maybe even sneak in some tawdry touches beneath swimsuits. I never prepared myself for the overt, out in the open, coupling, throuple-ing, and straight up orgies I’d bear witness to.

The pool deck, deck chairs, hot tubs, and infinity pools pushed the limits of capacity. So many varied sex acts. My brain overloaded with all the sexual stimulus. At the pool were two women fighting over the engorged cocks of three different men in varying states of near to full orgasm. Another woman leaned half her body out of the pool, in the throes of ecstasy from a man enthusiastically eating her with abandon.

I beelined for the hot tubs off. I needed a second to collect myself. From that location, I could observe from the sidelines. My clit throbbed and my nipples ached with awareness. I felt like I’d fallen into a death metal concert after spending a year in total silence. There was so much excess it was overwhelming.

Those tricky resort owners had taken an innocuous and innocent thing—like a hot tub—and turned it into an oversized water vibrator. There were jets creating bubbles in each of the “seats,” jets at thigh level, other jets that could be positioned, as well as speed and pressure-controlled jets. They’d thought of every way someone might get off in that hot tub with little effort.

“Room for two more?” I recognized the rumble of that voice, even with my eyes closed.

Leo and Fraser stepped confidently into the hot tub, each positioning themselves on either side of me. Leo handed me what appeared to be a frozen pina colada with a mountain of cherries on top.

“We were over at the bar.” Fraser pointed toward the two chairs they’d just vacated, before he pushed in even closer. “Leo here was regaling me with his perspective of your little lip lock on the plane. I have to say Rae,” he leaned in further, subtly pushing into my personal space. “I’m a little jealous of my new friend here.”

Leo dragged one cherry through the Pina Colada. It caught some crystals along the stem, which he dangled in front of my mouth as he stood behind me.

“Open.” I felt Leo’s lips tickle through my hair near my ear. His nose traced a path along its rim before traveling down my jaw. “Fraser here wants you to be his cherry.”

The chill from the fruit sent a tremor down my spine. I barely had a moment to warm it in my mouth before Fraser took hold of my jaw and pressed his mouth against mine. Kissing him was like a sigh. I’d expected him to take and demand. Instead, he coaxed. Drawing out the shivering pleasure of our lips exploring one another. His tongue slipped between my lips, curling against mine in search of the cherry Leo had moments ago offered.

“More?” Leo asked, placing a cherry on his tongue before pressing up against me and taking ownership of the very place Fraser had pillaged and claimed only moments ago. Fraser placed a cherry on his tongue, rolling it around in his mouth while he stared at the two of us. The molten heat that radiated from his those near white, icy blue eyes was the hottest dichotomy. How could eyes so cold feel as if fire itself could be born from them? I leaned in, prepared to battle his tongue for rights to the cherry like a foosball puck, but it was Leo he turned to, grabbing him by the neck and yanking into him with such force I could hear their teeth clack against one another.

The way the pair fought one another for the top position had my whole pussy clenching. Given where we were, and how much sex occurred around us, there was no reason to be shy about how badly my clit throbbed. Yet I hadn’t yet reached a comfort level with exhibitionism to rub myself in public. The pressure-controlled jets in the hot tub, though? Those were right up my alley.

I took a seat across from the two men, with my legs spread discreetly under the water to be stimulated from all directions by said jets.

“You’re feisty one.” Fraser took Leo’s face between his hands, each attempting to catch their breath before going in for round two.

While the two of them fused their mouths against one another a second time, Leo’s hand traced over Fraser’s sternum and further down his abs until he reached the elastic of his deck shorts. Rather than push his hand beneath the elastic, as I assumed he would, Leo instead shoved them off his hips and to his thighs, revealing a hammer that would make Thor himself envious.

The pair paused, both looking at me, their heated stares watching me as if waiting for me to play judge to Fraser’s equipment. Leo cradled Fraser’s cock in his hand, running his big palm along the shaft, squeezing Fraser’s bulbous head, collecting and spreading the pearl of cum that peeked out from his slit.

“Well, Queenie?”

He continued to manipulate Fraser’s cock in a lazy rhythm that had him thrusting in counter point to Leo’s ministrations.

“Well, what?”