Take Me To Paradise

CHAPTERSEVEN

I didn’t want a steak.In fact, if I didn’t eat the entire week, and ended up dying of starvation, at least they’d find me with a smile on my face. It seemed impossible that I’d only met Rae and Fraser less than twelve hours ago. I felt as if I’d known them for years. That is how in sync we felt every time we fucked.

I arrived at our booth first and took care of getting our water and drinks situated while Fraser helped Rae collect herself. The two of us had actually agreed that we were going to have a nice, normal date and get to know one another. It was my fault that our tawdry little scene outside began. Rae’s cotton dress clung to her ass as we’d walked over from our cabanas. That barely there piece of fabric clung to her plug each time the breeze caught her dress just right. A detail I couldn’t help but point out to Fraser. The two of us were rock hard before we’d even made it to the main resort area. Then she walked up the stairs ahead of us and we were goners. Seeing that little jewel shift and dance between her ass cheeks while she climbed the stairs snapped the fraying rope of desire we’d tried to chain ourselves with.

“Here,” Fraser whispered to Rae once we’d gotten settled in our horseshoe shaped booth. “Take this to the restroom. You’ve been more than either of us could have ever imagined, keeping that plug in for so long. Take it out, wrap it in this dinner napkin, and leave it in the used toy basket you’ll find in the restroom.”

Rae shot us both a look of abject mortification that yanked a chuckle right out of me.

“It’s fine, Queenie,” Fraser assured her. “They provide the toys for the guests, knowing full well they’ll be removed and left in various places. We’ll just request our toy box get replenished if we end up needing something else.”

“Won’t they be upset that I’m using a dinner napkin?” She said the words as if we’d suggested she raise up her dress and spread that pretty ass in the middle of the restaurant.

“The napkin is to curtail any potential embarrassment on your end, as someone new to anal plugs.” Fraser continued, running a tender hand down her face, “there may be some bodily residue on that plug. I suggest you remove it and drop it right into the napkin without inspecting it. I’d hate for your first experience to end with a less than pleasurable outcome.”

Fraser’s smile was electric. That was the only word I could think of to describe it. Each time it appeared, it zapped little bolts of pleasure through my entire blood stream.

“And we know she has no problem with the coming part—that’s for sure.” I added, causing the sweetest shade of rose to color Rae’s cheeks.

Rae excused herself and hurried to the restroom. The waiter came to the table to pour water, and keenly observed the lack of napkin, which he promptly replenished. The waiter was in the middle of announcing the specials when Rae returned to the table, looking embarrassed but relieved.

“Obviously Leo came on the same flight I did,” Rae opened the conversation while perusing the menu, “but I don’t recall if you were on our flight as well.”

Fraser took a sip from his water goblet, a smile forming on his lips as he drank the pair of us. Rae and I book ended Fraser, sitting on either side of him. It was a subconscious action; us sitting how we did. As if Fraser was Lord and us his subjects. He was pretty commanding, so I guess we naturally handed over that consideration.

“Rae, you wound me,” he chuckled, busying himself with squeezing lemon into his water while we waited for refills from the bartender. “Didn’t you notice me back in 32F?”

“The flight was so boring and uneventful.” She smiled. “I can’t imagine how I didn’t notice you in the back of the plane. Honestly, I could barely stay awake with what a snooze fest it was.”

“Well,” he flipped his knife over and again, “I have to say, as much as I enjoyed watching you and Destiny, I wish Lindsea would have procured a second male volunteer so I could have shared you with Leo.”

Fraser’s voice weighed heavy with sexual tension. The timbre vibrated through me every time he spoke low and soft as he did at that moment. We’d agreed that we would actually spend dinner getting to know one another. So, as much as his voice twisted my insides, I had to fight against the urge to kiss him and feel those vibrations against my mouth.

“Honestly, I think you got the better deal. I’d already forgotten Destiny until you brought her up. Whereas, all I want to do is ask for whatever is on this menu to go, and head back to one of our rooms and see what else is in those toy boxes.”

“Fuckin perfect.” Before I took a sip, I said into my wine glass.

I could count on my hand the number of women I knew that had zero shame when breaking out their toys. I loved it. I couldn’t think of a better feeling than watching a sexual partner have orgasm after orgasm, whether by my hand, my mouth, my cock, her hand, or a battery-operated boyfriend. God, those kind of fuck sessions twisted my balls and made me weep with need.

“Neither of you answered my question. Was O’Hare a connection for the two of you, or do you both live there?”

“I’m in the city.” Fraser opened before I had the chance to. “I have a loft in Printer’s Row. You?”

Rae nodded, “We’re practically neighbors. I’m in Old Town.”

Both were neighborhoods directly in Chicago’s loop. I was not as lucky. The downside of being a consultant on building projects, you went where the work took you.

“I’m up in Rockford for now.”

Which may as well have meant, “I’m too damn far for either of you to ever consider visiting.” Honestly, it wasn’t terribly far, maybe ninety minutes, but for people I just met? I wouldn’t expect them to make that much of an effort.

“Wow! So we’re all within driving distance of one another!” The smile that broke across Rae’s face seemed genuine enough. Her kissably seductive lips opened to reveal all of her perfectly aligned, “after photo” of a dental ad, teeth.

“If you wanted to, we could make something work,” I offered.

I tried to sound completely nonchalant, but inside I hoped she would want to see me once the vacation was over. Just what we’d experienced in the first few hours of our vacation told me without a doubt it would be near impossible to walk away come Friday. There was no telling how Fraser felt, however. His poker face gave absolutely nothing away.

“While Chicago is my home base, I travel for work—a lot.” He offered.

“Oh? What line of work are you in?” I asked, accepting a drink from our server. “I travel within the United States for work as well.”

“I’m a photographer.” He said, “my work takes me around the globe, if I feel like picking up those types of jobs. Lately I’ve been doing a lot of model work. You wouldn’t believe how much money there is in book cover photography.”

“Wait! Like, romance novels?” Rae held her fork mid bite, surprised delight turning up the corner of her mouth.

“Are you a romance reader, Queenie?”

“I bet she is,” I teased, wrapping a tendril of her hair around my finger. “What books do you think she reads?”

“The kinky kind.” Fraser replied with a chuckle.