Take Me To Paradise

I could barely get the words out. Watching the two of them robbed me of word and thought. All of my focus split between that veiny python in Leo’s hand, and how my pussy clenched and fluttered in tandem with every thrust of Fraser’s hips.

“Fraser here has quite the present for you, don’t you think?” I watched him palm Fraser’s balls, before his hand slid out of view. Mere seconds later Fraser’s legs weakened on a groan, at what I can only assume was Leo discovering how much Fraser enjoyed his asshole being touched.

“I think that present is for you.” I took a sip of my drink, trying to stay cool when I willingly allowed myself to be led deeper into the cavernous lava of seduction.

“He told me at the bar,” Leo licked across Fraser’s lips before trailing his tongue along Fraser’s jawline. “That he wanted to get to you first. To break your threesome cherry. To take you so hard and for so long that you wouldn’t want to look at anyone else here.”

“I know she likes the sound of that,” Fraser’s voice sounded strained, as if he couldn’t hold on to his orgasm for a second longer, though Leo had barely touched him. “Look at her straddled over those bubbles like they’re going to do anything other than tease.”

Neither of them had touched me, yet my whole body felt as if they’d been manipulating me for hours. My pussy throbbed, my nipples had tightened to the point of discomfort. I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to my clit with every heartbeat that echoed in my ears. This is what I came to Temptations for. To live out every wild fantasy I had. A threesome was at the top of the listed I’d created in my head.

Leo threw his head back, a foghorn of a groan shattering the stilled silence surrounding them. “Fuck man, do that again.”

I couldn’t see what he’d done. The jets from the hot tub swirled waves of bubbles around their bodies, hiding most of what they did to each other. Leo held on to Fraser’s hips, thrusting with conviction into his body.

“Have you ever witnessed a docking?” Fraser asked, countering Leo’s thrust with one of his own.

“Like a ship?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.

“Oh no, Cherry. Something even better.”

Leo licked his lips. His eyes lacked focus as he continued to thrust. I could see in his face how he struggled to maintain composure, the flutter of his eyelids a billboard to how heavy they were with desire. Each push from Fraser’s hips pulled an animalistic groan from Leo. When Leo returned the favor, a string of expletives would shoot from Fraser’s mouth.

“Queenie,” it sounded slurred and muffled, practically lost beneath the bubbling sound of the hot tub jets.

As I approached, Fraser and Leo raised their hips in tandem, pushing against one another as they did, each taking a hand off the other’s shoulders in favor of taking hold of the other’s cock.

As the pair of cocks raised out of the water, I could see that Leo’s cock nested snuggly into Fraser’s foreskin. The pair sealed together as if fighting for space in a sleeping bag that was a size too small.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

I tried so hard to maintain a sensual air, but even in the threesome porn I watched, I’d seen nothing like what the two presently were involved in.

“Mmm feels so good.” Leo’s eyelids had sunk to half-mast. His lips hung slack on his face, beads of sweat rolling undeterred down either side of his jawline.

“Lick it.” Fraser commanded. “Kneel, and suck.”

Kneeling in a hot tub wasn’t an easy feat given the buoyancy, but I kept my knees pressed against the tiled bottom, and gave everything I had to tracing that silky little worm that held the two of them together.

“Queenie,” Leo’s voice cracked as he used the pet name again. His hand tangled into my hair, holding on to the handful of strands for dear life. I took my time teasing every inch of skin between them, rewarding me with strangled groans from each of them.

“I already want to fuck her.” Fraser told Leo, as if I couldn’t hear them or provide an opinion, “I know we said we’d wait till we got back to my room, but I need her now.”

Leo’s panted voice echoed over the watery sounds of our private hot tub. Between the grunts and the groans, he attempted to work words back into his vocabulary.

“I think I can hang on.” He didn’t sound very sure. “I don’t want to fuck her in public.”

“I’ve got two pumps and I’m a goner.” Fraser admitted, his voice strained and laden with gravel.

“Have you given head before?” I asked, looking up at Leo.

He licked his lips, rolling them before tucking them between his teeth.

“No,” he admitted, “I’ve never been with a guy before.”

Whether it was the surprise of the admission or the shredding of his last ounce of control, Fraser exploded into his orgasm. He tried to pull away from Leo, taking his cock into his own hand as jet after jet of cum dotted the water, arced into the air, landing in fat plops against Leo’s chest and my face. He came for what seemed like forever. Over and over again, rope after rope of cum, until finally, he collapsed onto the hot tub bench, breathless.

Witnessing Fraser’s orgasm, Leo’s own cock vibrated with the need to explode. Only a few rough jerks from Leo’s own hand and he, too, came in a vesuvian eruption across my tits. The scent of their finale hung heavy in the air. Eventually, the sounds of the other guests that surrounded us finally brought us back to reality.

“Is there anywhere closer than our rooms?” Leo asked, catching his breath first.

“There are some cabanas over there.” I pointed with my chin toward the other side of the bar.

It seemed like a sensible place to me. Leo agreed, dipping in the water to rinse himself off before tucking his cock back into his swim trunks. While we waited for Fraser to come back to reality, I noticed a little plastic sign next to a basket of condoms and lube that requested the hot tub be “serviced.” Which I assumed meant they expected people to do exactly what we’d just done.

“No fucking way.” Fraser finally joined the conversation. “We’re going back to my room. You have five minutes to get there. If it takes longer than that—every minute over that time — is how many minutes I make you wait to come, Queenie.”