by Ophelia Bell
It’s surprising enough that I turn to look at him. “Do you want me to…”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but hopefully you want my mouth on your dick right now.”
Drake’s already shoving his shorts down his legs, his cock springing out and smacking his belly when he sits back. He’s not built like me or my brother; he’s strong—and muscular, sure—but where we’re both bulky and broad and hairless, he’s long and lean, with dark hair dusting across his chest and making a line down his belly. His pubes are trimmed, but then so are mine. I think it makes my dick look bigger, so I keep things tight.
Both our dicks are big and hard right now, though.
I glance at the screen again. Elle’s straddling Baz’s lap, fully naked now, and fuck me if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They fumble for a second with his shorts, then finally get them down.
She’s on the verge of fucking him when Drake takes control and reaches for the front of my shorts. He gives me a stroke through the fabric, and I shudder at the pure, raw ecstasy it invokes. But when he starts to lean over my lap, I grip his shoulder.
“Not like this. You won’t be able to see.”
“We can watch the recording later.”
“Seriously? Aren’t you afraid of this getting out?”
“These sets are only on the yacht’s local network. You can secure the files afterward, if it makes you feel better. Or delete them.”
“Baz might have an issue with it.”
“He might also forgive me if he gets to see her from our angle later.”
I glance at the screen and am transfixed by Elle riding my brother reverse cowgirl. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open, and her sweet moans are coming through the speakers. I can’t see much of Baz—just his legs and his hands, the latter of which grip her hips to control her rhythm as he jacks up into her, balls bouncing and glistening with her juices.
Drake drops his hands to my balls and squeezes gently, eliciting an involuntary grunt from me.
“No, if we do this, we’re both doing it,” I say. “Sucking each other off, I mean.”
“I’m good with that. I just didn’t want to rush you.” He smirks at me, then crawls across the middle of the bed, propping himself on an elbow.
I give one more look to Elle—who is so absorbed in fucking Baz, it’s mesmerizing—then I strip off my shorts and kick them to the floor. I lie down on my side in the opposite direction, until I’m facing Drake’s hips and his impressive shaft.
He smells of clean, honest sweat—a little musky but not unpleasant. My heart is pounding, because despite all the gay porn I’ve watched, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing. I know what I would like, so I reach for his dick, give him a tug, then open my mouth and suck his head between my lips. His skin is salty and silky-smooth, a tangy flavor hitting my tongue when I tease it into the crease at his tip.
He lets out a grunt and I take him deeper, lying down a little and grabbing his hips with one hand, pulling him, urging him closer. I like the way he tastes, so I suck harder, gliding my lips back up his shaft until his tip pops out. I glance down my body at him and find him staring at me in wonder.
“You sure this is your first time?”
I shrug. “Was that good?”
“Phenomenal. Don’t stop.”
Grinning, I return my attention to his dick and take him in my mouth again. This time, I slide my other arm beneath his hip so I can grab both ass cheeks and pull him tight while I bob my head on his cock.
He sinks his teeth into my thigh with a groan, then nuzzles my balls, sucking them into his mouth one at a time before working his lips up the underside of my shaft. Not that I needed foreplay, but it feels fucking amazing, and is even more amazing when he finally wraps his mouth around me and starts sucking my dick for real.
When he raises his leg and rests his knee on my shoulder, I realize I can see the TV from this angle. Elle’s eyes are wide, and when they meet mine, she moans.
“Oh, fuck. Ben, that is so hot.”
For a second I think she’s talking to my brother and got us confused, but then she says. “He tastes good, doesn’t he? I bet he tastes good.”
I know we’re muted, so I don’t answer, but I’m pretty sure she sees the agreement in my eyes as I speed up.
Drake pops his mouth off my dick and says, “It sounds like she’s enjoying the show too.”
I make a muffled sound of agreement. She’s enjoying the fuck out of it. Goddamn, even after our adventure a few nights ago, I’m still astounded at what a wildcat the normally buttoned-up, studious Elle Santos has turned into. I always knew she was a passionate woman, but her passion has always been focused on school or her career to the point I liked to rib her about never having any fun.
Baz often corrected me, telling me I should have more respect for her desire to rise in the world. It wasn’t that I didn’t respect her; I just wanted to see what she was like if she loosened up a bit. Of course, one of her more admirable qualities is that she always knows what she wants and is pretty damn single-minded about going after it. Evidently she’s decided she wants us, and I shouldn’t be surprised that all three of us are powerless against her desire.
Watching her bright eyes watch me, I want to one-up myself. I slide my mouth off Drake’s dick and stretch to reach his balls, sucking on each one and enjoying the way his hips tilt toward me and he moans around my dick. Then I put two fingers in my mouth to wet them, spread his ass for the camera, and press my fingers to his tight, puckered hole.
I watch Elle while I wiggle a finger just past his barrier. Drake speeds up his rhythm, and it’s all I can do to stay focused. Then he releases my dick again, panting.
“Jesus, don’t fucking tease me, man.”
“Just giving her a show.”
“Seriously? She likes watching you stick a finger in my ass?”
“She looks like she’s about to come.”
He reaches back and grabs my hand from between his ass cheeks, then sits up. “I’m going to have to take a raincheck on the ass-play. I’m not missing this.”
“You’re going to leave me hanging?” I ask when he sits up, dark hair tousled, and settles on the end of the bed again, watching Elle. Baz is sitting up behind her now, hands cupping her breasts, mouth at her ear. His eyes are closed, which is understandable. I can’t imagine he’s into watching me fool around with another dude. It’d be weird if he got off on it.
“Nooo,” Elle whines. “You guys stopped. Don’t you want to fuck like we are?”
Drake grabs the remote and unmutes us. “Is that what you want to see? You want me to sit on Ben’s dick? Take him deep in my ass? You liked watching him stick his finger in me, didn’t you, filthy girl?”
I stare at Drake, shocked by the suggestion that he’d let me fuck him.
“What?” he mutters, glancing at me. “You think I’m too much of an alpha to bottom? Look at her… Does she look like a bottom to you right now?”
Elle looks like she’s having the time of her life and Baz is barely keeping up. He’s diddling her clit while he sucks on the side of her neck and continues pumping into her wet pussy.
Drake stands and opens the drawer of the bedside table. When he returns, he hands me a bottle of lube.
“You’re serious?” I ask, adrenaline spiking as I realize I’m about to fuck another man for the first time.
He takes the bottle, squirts a little into his own hand, then reaches back and smears it between his cheeks before handing the lube back to me. He turns and backs up, straddling my knees.
I hurriedly squirt lube liberally over my dick then grab his hips with sticky fingers. My pulse is racing, my dick painfully ready for this. He braces his hands on my knees as he lowers himself. When my tip breaches his opening, he groans.
“Y-You have done this before, right?” I ask.
“Not in a long time, but it’s like riding a bike.”
“I fucking doubt it,” I
mutter, gripping his hips as he sinks lower and my thick shaft spreads him. “Does it hurt?”
“It’s a good hurt. Fuck yes, there it is.”
He grunts when my dick rubs something deep inside him. My entire body is hot, my cock on the verge of exploding, but I’m pretty sure I just found his A-spot, and I want a clear head when I start fucking him for real.
He takes control, though, leveraging himself up on strong legs, then back down. He leans back against me, gripping the back of my neck with one hand, the other reaching between his thighs to grab his dick.
“Jesus, this… you feel fucking fantastic,” I breathe.
It isn’t until he starts a steady up and down rhythm that I peek at the screen again. I have to give props to my brother for lasting so fucking long. I’d have come five times by now, and it’s a challenge to maintain control with Drake’s tight ass wrapped around my dick.
Elle looks drunk on pleasure, her head tilted back on Baz’s shoulder, one hand clutching the back of his neck while he murmurs filthy things to her. Who knew my twin was into dirty talk? He braces himself on one arm while the other hand works her clit, and her entire body bounces with the force of his thrusts. She’s watching us through slitted eyelids, panting and moaning.
“Let me see you come,” Drake commands. “Come on that hard cock, Elle. Next time, all three of us get to share you. How would you like that? You want to know what it feels like to have Ben’s cock buried in your ass? It’s fucking heaven.”
She lets out a long moan, and for the first time, Baz glances at the camera. He’s smiling, but his smile shifts to pleasure and his eyes go glassy when Elle starts to cry out, her hips bucking harder to meet his thrusts.
I see them both go over together, and it’s a beautiful thing. I can’t help but wonder if I make the same O-face as Baz when I come, but I lose focus quickly, the tightness in my balls forcing my attention back to my own body and the well-muscled ass riding my dick.
I brace both hands behind me so I can fuck Drake as hard as he seems to need to be fucked. He meets me thrust for thrust, and the slick slap of his hand on his dick gets faster, louder, until we’re flying over together too.
19
Elle
I never knew how beautiful two men fucking could be until I saw Ben and Drake together. Drake’s strong, cut muscles ripple as he rides Ben’s cock, his thigh muscles bunching with each rise and fall. Ben’s torso is canted just slightly so he can watch us, and he’s braced his fists behind him on the bed to give himself leverage to thrust. Both of them watch with fevered fascination mixed with pure pleasure while Baz fucks me, shifting his free hand between my breasts and my clit while I writhe on top of him.
I’m mesmerized the moment I see them reach their peak together, right as I’m on the verge of losing myself to the glorious sensations of Baz’s cock inside me. The final straw is the sound of his voice in my ear reminding me how long he’s dreamed of this moment and how it’s better than the dirtiest fantasy he’s ever had of me.
Drake’s cock erupts in a creamy stream over his fist just as I’m crying out with my own climax, but a second later, the screen goes blank. I’m still wrapped in Baz’s arms, his cock softening inside me. He chuckles when I sigh.
“You never let on what a dirty mind you have, Ellie. What other secrets are you keeping?”
“It’s not just the sexy stuff I’m sighing about,” I say, more relaxed than I have any right to be right now. “I’m just so happy those two like each other finally.”
“Yeah. I guess Drake has his moments. Letting my brother fuck him is going to go a long way to building trust.” He chuckles as if he still doesn’t quite believe it, then squeezes me tighter and kisses my shoulder. Then he lets out a sigh that’s not entirely satisfaction, and I twist my upper body in his arms to look at his face.
“What was that for?”
“This is real for us. You know that, right? For Ben and me. We’re all-in.”
My heart thuds a little harder and I swallow, nodding as wetness pricks at my eyelids. “I know. It’s real for me too. You know he was my first, right? Monday night. Once I knew it was happening, I was ready, and I had no intention of turning back. I’m glad you’re okay with this arrangement too because it would’ve sucked to lose you.”
He winces. “Don’t call it that, okay? It isn’t an arrangement—it’s a relationship. I don’t care that I’m sharing you with them. Calling it an arrangement makes it sound like it could end, like it’s temporary. I don’t want temporary with you.”
I gingerly shift my hips so he finally slips out of me, then turn and curl up on his lap. “I don’t want temporary with any of you.”
“Good.” He lays us both down, cradling me against his chest and kissing the top of my head.
His breathing slows and evens out, the soft cadence lulling me into a doze. The boat is too big to really rock, but deep down I still feel a gentle, slow sway to the world, like the ocean is telling us we’ve done the right thing by letting our feelings see the sun for the first time.
I only wake when Baz shifts beneath me, carefully rolling to deposit me on the bed and rise. When I murmur a complaint, he bends and kisses my cheek.
“We’ve got work to do, baby. Two days until Drake’s gala. We need to know who might be coming for him.”
Blinking, I roll over and rise too. “I’m helping, remember? I’ll come too.”
“I need to get a shower first, and no, don’t volunteer to ‘help,’ because we won’t get anything done if you join me.”
“But what if I need a shower too?” I need a dedicated scrub-down of my own without distraction, but it’s fun to tease him. He looks like he’s actually thinking about it, then scowls.
“There’s a bathroom in my cabin. You can have yours to yourself. Meet you up in the dining room.” He bends down and gives me a peck on the lips.
Just as he’s turning away again, I grab his hand. He looks back with raised eyebrows.
“Baz. I love you. I just need you to know that this really is real for me. I love you both too much to screw with your feelings.”
His shoulders settle and he nods. “I love you too,” he says gently. “But what about Drake? He’s part of this, and you haven’t known him as long as us.”
He has a point, and I take a deep breath, trying to put my thoughts together, to quantify what I feel for Drake, but it’s too mixed up and complicated right now.
“It’s too soon, but all I know is there’s something there and I believe it goes both ways,” I say.
Baz presses his lips together and nods. “Fair enough. Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll tell us if anything changes.”
“You do know me well, don’t you?”
“Better than anyone,” he says, bending to kiss me again.
When he’s gone, I fall back onto the bed and sigh, closing my eyes to replay the craziness of the last few days. God, it feels like a lifetime. I’m sore and exhausted, but happier than I’ve been in ages. But the imminent threat of someone coming after Drake rears its ugly head and I haul myself to the bathroom, pee, then hop in the shower to scrub off the stickiness of sex, hoping I’ll get to get sticky again with all of them later tonight.
Then I put on my game face, along with a more sensible set of sweats—with underwear this time. I’m all business by the time I make it up to the dining room and join Baz to continue our deep-dive into the gala guest list.
We exhaust ourselves searching for clues. An hour in, Drake comes in with a set of wet erase markers and points out that the partition between the dining room and the sun deck where we eat breakfast is only frosted on the outside. The inside is smooth, so we can put our notes right on the glass.
“You could sit down and help,” I suggest when he pauses to lean over my shoulder and peer at my screen for several seconds.
“You guys have got this. What’s Ben up to? Maybe he can help.”
Baz snorts. “He hates this kind of shit. He’s waiting for Duffy
to pick him up so he can go check out the gala site and make sure security there is up to snuff.”
“Guess he and I are on the same wavelength. I’ll be in my office working on my speech for Saturday, which is really more of a pitch to get people to hand over buckets of money to the cause.”
“Well, it’s a good cause,” I say, craning my head back and smiling up at him. “You’ll do great.”
He gives me an indulgent smile, then kisses me slowly. “Mm, thanks, but that was never in doubt.”
As he’s leaving, Baz calls out. “Hey man, I almost forgot. I need whatever info you have on your former chief of security. Anything you think might be useful that isn’t in his personnel file. I want to check it against some of the details we’ve gathered so far, see if he might be connected. It’s probably a long shot, but I need to look at everything.”
“It’s as good as sent,” Drake says, disappearing back down the hall.
“This reminds me of high school,” I say. “Except we aren’t working on a coding project. This might be life or death.”
Baz looks up with a grim set to his mouth and nods. “Yeah. But we’re not having much luck and I don’t know what we’re going to do if we don’t find something in time for the party. I don’t want to go in blind.”
“We’ll find something,” I say. “We have to.”
But we don’t have much more luck by the time Ben returns just after dusk. We’re demoralized and the delicious gourmet meal Drake’s chef serves us barely improves our moods.
“You don’t have to come if you believe it’s too dangerous for Elle,” Drake offers somberly when our plates have been cleared and we’re sharing a second bottle of wine.
“But I’m not the one being threatened,” I say. “You are. They have to go to protect you, Drake. And I have to go because they won’t leave me behind. Please don’t suggest your life isn’t valuable enough for us to stick with you.”
I push back from the table, rise, then slide onto his lap, wrapping my arms around him. My chest feels tight, the frustration of the lack of progress today adding to the fear and desperation to protect him.
