Take Me To Paradise

CHAPTERNINE

Leo

I woke up to a cold and empty bed. Fraser and I spent a lazy morning trying to impress Rae with our staying power. We’d been blowing each other until one of us finally gave in and came.

It was me. I lost. But Fraser played dirty. He was the only man who’d ever sucked my cock. So already he’d been at an advantage. Then he shoved his fingers straight up my ass and massaged and manipulated my prostate. There was no turning back once I boarded the train to pleasure town.

That’s when I heard it. Low, guttural moans. They sounded familiar. It was the sound of dark pleasure. The Forbidden. Taboo. It broadcast for all anywhere near our deck and surrounding ocean that Fraser explored Rae’s dirty hole.

Hearing her moan and call his name had me eating up the distance between me and them in milliseconds. I wanted to bear witness to it all. I played voyeur for the briefest moment at the glass door that led outside. I could see Rae, ass up and face down on the lounger, and Fraser behind her, hips in his large hands, slowly removing that python from Eve’s secret garden.

He was focused perfection. Mouth twisted; I saw him bite against the desire I could feel despite being a spectator. It was obvious it called to him like a siren to rut and fuck. Then there was the sheer gratification as he stared down where he plundered her stretched hole. I could only image that tight grip along my cock. The thought alone had me passively stroking my cock, feeling it jump and pulse with a desperation to be part of the action.

I pulled the glass door open, lazily stroking myself at its threshold, continuing to watch. Rae threw her head back and moaned. She caught my gaze, but I could tell she couldn’t see me. The blacks of her pupils had pushed out any remnants of the honey rings. Wherever Rae was, she had reached the point where she was pure feeling.

“Suit up.” Fraser thrust his chin in the direction of the protection basket. “You’ll want a piece of this.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, glancing down at my cock.

Fraser and I had discussed previously that he would more than likely be the ass guy between the two of us. He was heavy on the length, and I was solidly girth. This was her first time with a real cock in her ass, and I didn’t want to push it.

“She did so well prepping these past few days that she took me with barely a whimper.”

He thrust in and Rae swore long and low.

“You good Queenie?” Fraser asked, pulling out slow again.

I could see from where I stood that her entire body had exploded with gooseflesh. Sweat beaded along her hairline and dotted the sexy curve of her spine. All the while with each thrust Fraser gave her, she absorbed it, then flexed to help push him out once again on a long moan.

“Mmm.” was her only response.

“Do you think you can let Leo have a taste of this delectable ass?”

“Sssgonna hurt.”

She looked at me over her shoulder, eyeing the cock in my hand. It wasn’t a wrong assumption. But shit, I’d wanted her to say yes.

“I can wait,” I told her. “But once Fraser finishes in your ass, that pretty little cunt of yours is gonna get destroyed.”

I sauntered towards the two of them. As instructed, I picked my preferred protection from the basket and lazily rolled it on.

“You’re so confident I’m going to finish that quickly?” Fraser laughed, “I’m in heaven and don’t intend to come down soon.”

The condom wasn’t for Rae, though. At least, not yet. I squeezed some lube on my fingers from the bottle I’d swiped.

It was a risk. But I felt bold. Over the course of our time together, we’d sucked each other off, used prostate stimulators and dildos on one another, and found every way possible for the two of us to pleasure Rae without the double penetration of two cocks.

Fraser’s soft skin was such a novelty, given how hard he was. Emotionally hard. Sexually demanding. Magnetic.

“You feel so good.” I whispered in his ear, running my hand down his ribs, “My cock is already hard. I want to do so many naughty things.”

A week ago, the thought of laying with a man and fantasizing about getting fucked by him or fucking him never crossed my mind. Yet something about Fraser, his observant stare, the way he assumed anyone would do what he said and operated as if everyone followed him—it was heady. I wanted to orbit in his sexy arrogance.

“Has anyone ever asked for permission to board this ship?” I asked him, running a finger around his tight hole.

My play could go one of two ways. He’d let me do what I wanted in the name of exploration and experience, or he’d tell me to fuck off and know my role. In the scheme of things, he wanted me to bottom just like Rae did. But shit, I wanted to top him so bad.

He continued to piston in and out of Rae, his thrusts getting stronger. Rae squirmed, sighed, gasped, and swore with each sway of his hips. She was going to come soon. My window of opportunity with Fraser had started to close.

“Easy.”

Fraser’s haunches tightened, blocking the entrance to his own pleasure center. Instead of trying to enter with my finger, I decided an alternate approach might be best. I took hold of his hips, kissed down his neck, ran my fingers along his chest before circling and tweaking his nipples. He smelled divine. I could get lost in the oceany scent of the sea on their skin, the smell of sex in the air, and the cool, evergreen smell of his body soap.

On the next thrust, I gathered my cock in hand, and folded it against Fraser’s ass cheeks. Leaving it as a suggestion, pressed against his tightly locked cheeks.

“I want to be the first.” I whispered into the ear I’d just bitten. “I want you Fraser. While you are in Rae, I need to fuck you.

He didn’t say no. I placed just the tip against the focus of my desire. Allowing the movement of his hips to square my tip right into the bullseye.

“Fuck. Leo. You play dirty.”

I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed harder. I didn’t want to impale him, but provide the suggestion of what a spread asshole would feel like. With every pull out of Rae, he would get that much closer to accepting at least the tip of me into his channel.

I couldn’t get enough of him. The smell of his skin, the feel of his muscles, the timbre of his voice he surrounded me, even though physically I was surrounding him. My hand went to his root, wrapping tightly around the circumference, jerking him off at the root.