Take Me To Paradise

CHAPTERFOUR

I hadzero expectations when I boarded that flight from Chicago to the Bahamas. I’m still a little surprised that I even booked this vacation. Dating apps were a joke. For anyone even remotely successful, trying to keep up with the dating scene outside of apps was a study in exhaustion. Did I expect to find love on hookup island? Of course not. At least, though, everyone here shelled out their money, knowing full well the vacation was specific to get their rocks off with no strings attached.

That shit on the plane? Rae kissed like a whore but blushed like a virgin. It was a heady combination that I needed more of. She’d bewitched me enough I slipped the reception desk worker an extra hundred to put us in the same hotel block. Since getting my room key, I’d been hard to the point of throbbing. Before that, actually. Since the second she slipped her tongue between my lips and fed me her cherry.

And then Fraser? Fuck, I didn’t even know how to explain that one. He was captivating. Charming in an arrogantly possessive way that made you agree to things before realizing you had. As if he had the power of mind control. One minute we were chatting about Rae, agreeing we both had similar fantasies with her, and the next Fraser was rubbing my cock under the lip of the bar as we riffed off each other’s fantasies about sharing her.

Then, of course, there was the hot tub. I wanted more. It was less than a hundred steps back to one of our cabanas, and my cock already rebounded in readiness for round two. Rae’s bikini left very little to the imagination. Thick thighs, a round, lush ass, and a pair of tits I couldn’t wait to fuck. Her long auburn hair had drawn up into wavy tendrils from the heat of the hot tub. I wanted to wrap it around my hand and control her while I rode her like a Derby winning pony.

“Both of you. On the bed.” Fraser commanded the moment he waved his key in front of the door to his room.

His room was directly next to mine and kitty corner to Rae’s. Talk about kismet. I didn’t want to get to ahead of myself and think of all the ways we could hop between one another’s rooms over the next few days. For all I knew, this was a one and done.

Rae walked backward into the room, continuing to hold our gaze. She dropped pieces of clothing as she went, first her sunglasses, her gauzy cover up, her bikini top and then the bottoms. There were so many details about Rae I wanted to luxuriate in before the starting gun went off and we devolved into a fucking frenzy. Our exertions from the pool had tightened her nipples, which turned upward like flowers in the sun. There was no doubt they’d be the first place I bit and sucked. Her shaved pussy already glistened, and I could say with certainty it had nothing to do with the water from the hot tub. There was a tiny tattoo of a llama on her right hip. I couldn’t help but think what a strange thing to tattoo on one’s body. But I had a whole host of them across my chest and arms, some that had zero meaning at all. I had no leg to stand on. I wanted to know the story, though.

“Face down, ass up on the bed. You too Leo.”

Fraser’s words careened through my body, quickening my pulse, shooting blood straight to my cock and thickening it again—despite having just come less than thirty minutes prior. His tone held a commanding air that had me shucking off my shorts and assuming a position I never thought I’d take for another man. Yet I’d be lying if I didn’t throb for that very thing.

“Rae, I suggest you follow suit.”

Fraser took hold of Rae’s shoulders and pivoted her towards the bed and directed her to fold, facedown, onto the mattress.

“In most things, I prefer to make the commands rather than take them.”

Rae turned and looked over her shoulder toward Fraser. The deep chocolate of her eyes contained the slightest glint of gold that seemed to light in challenge. Despite her words, she took up a position on the bed next to me.

“You’ll be taking a lot of things this weekend, Queenie.” The smack to her ass bounced off the walls of the room. Rae’s lust filled groan caused my cock to twitch and weep.

Fraser leaned against the side of the bed where she’d positioned herself. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him gathering her hair in his hand, massaging into her scalp and making her purr. His voice sounded so soft and tender, yet there was something vibrating just under the surface, like a panther just about to catch its prey.

“Including both of our cocks, and probably whatever toys are in that chest next to the bed. One thing I can assure I won’t be taking is orders from you.”

I heard her squeak as she pulled her head back and dove in to roughly take her lips. Despite that mewl of surprise, she leaned into his kiss and devoured him. I could smell her. Her scent was a combination of chlorine from the hot tub, the remnants of a floral perfume, and the tantalizing scent of the slick heat that glistened on her thighs. I desperately wanted to taste it. To lick, suck, bite, and tongue fuck her through an entire orchestral performance of orgasms. I wanted to feel her knees locked around my shoulders, hear my name on her lips, and relish in her moans as they echoed against the walls.

I heard rather than saw Fraser gasp for air as he released Rae. She practically collapsed, face down on the bed, similarly panting. She looked sexy as hell with red, swollen lips, and a far-away look in her eyes. I said fuck it to Fraser’s command and dove over her to taste her lips myself.

Somehow, I expected her to be gentle with me. As if Fraser would have kissed away all her fight and left softness in its wake. But she kissed me with as much vigor as I’d witnessed between the two of them. Her tongue plundered into my mouth. Her teeth scored along my lip, and I nearly convinced myself she drew blood. She sucked me into the depths of the desire she fed me, that I was adrift, lost to an innumerable number of tawdry fantasies that involved her tongue and so many filthy places on my body.

Those filthy movies played behind my eyes to such distraction that the rough stubble from Fraser’s cheeks nearly launched me into hyperspace. In the assemblage of body parts, Rae had topped me. I lay on my back, her over me, the turgid peaks of her nipples drawing tantalizing patterns across my skin. It was those shivers of lust that had distracted me to Fraser positioning himself at the foot of the bed, his jaw resting against my thigh as he swallowed me in a single gulp.

The moment he sheathed me in the damp heat of his mouth, my conscious thought detached from my actions. All I knew was I wanted more. When Rae joined in and the pair shared in the task, licking me from tip to balls, I fell unabashedly into a churning vat of lust. All I wanted was to feel more. To dial that sexual tension up to a million. To seek every avenue of pleasure myself, but also bring my two partners on that roller coaster of feeling with me.

Fraser left Rae to continue sucking me down, each pass of her lips around my swollen head threatening to take me over the edge once again. I’d come less than thirty minutes ago and yet I fought for control of this second orgasm. A heavy box landed with a soft thump next to my head, Fraser having found the toy chest.

“Queenie hasn’t come once.” Fraser announced as he pulled many freshly packaged vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs from the chest. “And I think it’s time we properly apologize for that.”

Rae looked up at me, eyes wide, mouth agape. Given her hips fucked the air beneath her, she wanted to come desperately. However, the surprise on her face suggested she hadn’t quite prepared for her asshole to be used just yet. I’d only met Fraser that day, so I couldn’t say for sure that he would be a considerate lover, but given the toys he assembled, it was clear he meant to prepare her.

“Up here, on my face. Now.” I crooked my finger in her direction, using a voice that didn’t leave any room for a challenge.

She crawled up the bed, straddled my chest, before looking down at me, questions written across her face.

“Up.” I patted her haunch, directing her off my chest.

She stood to full height, holding onto the headboard as she positioned herself over my face. The expanse of her swollen pussy was still too far away, but it allowed me to take a long, expansive appraisal of the landscape of that beautiful pink. From her puffy, waxed lips, to her swollen clit, and dripping hole, I couldn’t wait to devour it. Each time she shifted from one foot to the other, I could see the suggestion of her little bud.

“I believe the directive was to sit.”

I grabbed hold of her thighs and tried to pull her down. She squat over my face, but that was as far as she would allow me to pull her. That was not what I wanted. I needed to be suffocated by her. To be surrounded by her. I wanted to feel that silky warmth against my skin, to have my nose invaded by the musky scent of her, and have her feed me every droplet of desire that wept from that gaping, needy hole.