by A. Anders
“Okay,” Brik said pleased.
“But, not here. Is there maybe a bedroom we can go to?” Cara asked
“Yeah. We have the whole boat,” Brik explained.
“Then, where is it?”
Brik got up and led them out of the room. “This way.”
Brik led the two down two flights of stairs and towards the bow of the ship. Opening the door at the end of the hall, the trio entered the master suite. It had the same light wood and gold color theme and it was luxurious.
Cara, closing the door behind Mars, grabbed Mars by the wrist and brought the three of them together. With her body between the two, she turned her body towards Mars and then addressed Brik.
“Watch this,” she told Brik with a smile.
Turning her face towards Mars, Cara wrapped her arms around Mars’ strong torso and moved her lips to his. For the first time in what felt like forever, Cara kissed him. Her head was awash in pleasure. And when she parted her lips allowing their tongues to touch, her legs wobbled and she briefly lost her breath.
Prying their lips apart before she lost herself, she looked down and swallowed gathering herself. Her hand lingered on his torso wanting so badly to touch his ass. She resisted, though. And having caught her breath, she turned toward Brik.
“Now, it’s your turn,” she said before reaching for his neck and pulling their two lips together.
Brik’s kiss was more passionate than it had ever been. She felt his hands gripped her tightly. With her body inching closer to his, she could have kissed him all day. However, that wasn’t in her plans. So, using her last ounce of self-control to pull herself away, she ran her palms down his built chest struggling to summon her restraint.
Winning the battle, Cara then stepped from directly between the two and looked up at the two men. Her eyes bounced from one gorgeous man to the other.
”Now, the two of you,” she declared causing the two men to stare at each other stunned. “I know you both want to. Don’t think about it. Just do it,” she said grabbing Mars’ hand and placing it on Brik’s side.
Mars didn’t resist, and when his hand was touching Brik, he allowed it to linger. Brik wasn’t making a move, but Mars did. As his breathing increased, he eased himself closer. Soon their bodies and faces were a breath apart.
Mars was slowly losing control. When he nudged Brik’s cheek with his own, he moved his lips to Brik’s. Suddenly they kissed.
Their passion was a breaking dam. In an explosion of movement, Brik grabbed Mars’ body and lost himself within it. Both men opened their mouths in search of the other’s tongue. Finding the other, their tongues danced. Losing control of himself, Mars pushed Brik towards the bed. When the two men could go no further, they clawed at each other’s clothes stripping the other naked.
With both men’s tuxedo sprawled on the floor, Mars stopped and stared at Brik. His chest heaved with desire. He liked everything that he saw but he knew something was missing. It was then that he looked over at Cara and called her to him.
When Cara was again between them, the two men turned their attention to her. As Mars kissed her, Brik undressed her. Finding her naked under her dress, Brik quickly moved his lips towards her nipples.
Cara could barely breathe as the two men consumed her. It was no time before she found herself defenseless on the bed. She was defenseless to their will and she loved every minute of it.
As Mars continued his endless kiss, Brik slid down her body and pried her legs apart. Spreading her other lips with his thumbs, he moved his tongue to her swollen clit. When it touched, Cara’s body jerked. The sensation was electric. Cara had never felt more alive.
Caressing Mars’ body, her mind loosened as Brik’s tongue circled her clit. Everything felt so good she couldn’t believe it. When Mars began to massage her breast, Cara’s toes began to curl. And when Brik began to flick his tongue, the excitement of the night spiraled up the inside of her thigh exploding into a spine-twisting orgasm.
“Awww!” She screamed in pleasure.
Unable to take anymore, she pulled her lips away from Mars so that she could reach down and stop Brik’s undulating tongue. Placing her hand on his head, he got the picture. Not stopping his desire to please, Cara felt Brik’s body leave hers. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes and looked down that she saw where it went.
With Mars now laying on his back, Brik had Mars’ cock in his mouth. Cara had never witnessed anything like this. It was insanely hot. There was something about the way he held Mars’ cock that made it unmistakable that Brik was a man. Mars seemed paralyzed with pleasure. And Cara, needing to be a part of it, rolled onto him with her hand massaging his chest and her lips gently kissing every ridge of his face.
Mars, turned on by everything that was happening, suddenly pushed Brik off of his cock and returned his attention to Cara. Rolling her again onto her back, Mars lifted her thighs until the back of her ankles rested on the front of his shoulders. Cara felt the thick head of his huge cock pressed against her clit. It was searching for a way into her. She desperately wanted him to find it.
When Mars’ cock perched on her dripping opening and pushed in, Cara’s back arched. She had forgotten just how thick he was. The painful pleasure was glorious. His thrusts, which started out slow, increased in pace until it abruptly stopped.
Cara, wondering what was going on, opened her eyes and looked around. Mars was above her with his eyes close and his lips parted with desire. It didn’t take Cara long to see why. Brik, who was kneeling behind him, was easing his torso towards Mars’ naked body.
More turned on than she was by Mars’ fucking, Cara watched as Brik took hold of Mars’ waist. Brik gripped it like a man. Then, freeing one hand to direct his cock, he slid his other hand up Mars’ back gripping his shoulder. Touching the head of his cock to Mars’ ass, Brik reached up, spit in his hand, and then slathered it onto Mars’ hole.
Cara could feel every sensation as if Brik was touching her. Mars’ cock flinched inside of her as Brik slowly pushed inside of him. Mars’ face melted with pleasure. Gripping Cara’s shoulders, his fingers tightened the deeper Brik got. And when Brik’s forward movement slowed to a stop, Mars inhaled breathing for the first time since it had all started.
Brik then took his time pulling his hips back. This was when Mars awoke. Withdrawing his cock in rhythm with Brik’s, he thrust back into Cara as Brik pushed back into him.
Under the weight of the two men’s thrusting, Cara slowly lost herself. She reached up placing her hand on each of her two men. She could feel them both fucking her. It was amazing. The two of them looked amazing. And when Brik clamped his large hands around Mars’ lean waist and fucked him with authority, Cara felt Mar’s thick cock jerk against her G spot spiraling her towards another explosive orgasm.
Cara moaned louder as the two men fucked harder. Cara could feel Mars giving into Brik’s will. Mars was groaning himself. He tilted his head back bracing himself for what would come. And just as Cara could no longer hold what was fighting up from within her, Mars bellowed ushering Cara’s titanic orgasm and Brik’s powerful last thrust.
Cara’s head swam as her body popped with electricity. She fought to breathe. Although Mars was no longer thrusting, her orgasms were following one after the other. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t move. All she could do was twitch and flinch as her body reacted to the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
Cara’s orgasm lasted for what felt like minutes. When her body stopped flinching, she felt like she had run a marathon. She was exhausted and more satisfied than she had ever been. Cara wanted nothing more than to lay swallowed up by her two men’s bodies. But feeling the tenderness as Mars withdrew his still semi erect cock, was as long as Cara could last.
Swearing to herself that she wouldn’t again fall asleep right after the best sex of her life, Cara immediately fell asleep. The sleep she got was sounder than any she could remember. Her dreams were also more satisfying.
It felt as much like
minutes as it did days before she became conscious again. And more refreshed than at any point during her trip, she stretched her arms looking for the bodies that she was confident were there.
As Cara stretched and stretched, her wildly good feeling was slowly replaced. In moments, she felt a sinking feeling in her chest. How was it that she couldn’t feel either of her lovers’ bodies? Where had they rolled that her searching hand couldn’t find them?
Cara finally opened her eyes. Looking around, her worst nightmare became fact. Morning light was pouring in through the windows, and once again her bed was empty.
What happened? She wondered. They had to be on the ship somewhere. Were they both in the bathroom? Was it so late in the morning that both men had started their day?
Needing her questions answered immediately, Cara pulled the soft cotton sheet around her body and exited the bedroom. Looking into the rooms as she walked by, she didn’t spot anyone. Ascending the stairs to the open air lounge, she saw the helicopter was gone.
Feeling frantic, Cara raced around until eventually finding the cockpit. Looking inside she found a uniformed captain and his first mate.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where the two men that I arrived with are?”
“They had to leave early this morning,” the captain explained.
“They had to leave? Why?” Cara asked in horror.
“Yes, ma’am. They took the helicopter. They didn’t tell me why they had to go. But they asked me to make sure that you got their note,” he continued.
“Note? Where is it?” Cara said desperately.
“Mr. Evander said that he left it on the nightstand.”
Cara raced out of cockpit back to the bedroom. Entering, she saw it. It was where the captain had said. Cara’s heart dropped realizing that Mars and Brik had actually left. Why, though? Cara didn’t understand why.
Fighting to breathe, Cara opened the note. It read,
Dear Cara,
You were right. It worked. After you fell asleep Mars had an idea. He explained it to me and it felt exactly right. Mars needs to get to his studio in Los Angeles immediately so I’m taking him there.
Thank you again for all of your inspiration. We couldn’t do this without you. Talk to Mr. Charles about your well-deserved contract with the resort. Mars and I can’t thank you enough. Best of luck with everything.
Sincerely,
Brik Evander
Cara’s mouth dropped open with devastation. This couldn’t be true. They couldn’t have left her just like that. Wrapping the sheet around her again, Cara ran back up to the captain.
“I need to get back to the resort as soon as I can,” she insisted.
“But your itinerary gives us two more days to travel around the islands. That’s what Mr. Evander has paid for.”
“Fuck what he paid for. I need to get back there now. What about the helicopter? When is that coming back?”
“It isn’t. It was only scheduled to be here long enough to bring you all and then take Mr. Timberlake back. Mr. Evander delayed Mr. Timberlake’s return and then they all left together.”
Cara’s world was slowly crumbling around her. “Then what’s the fastest the ship could get back to the resort,” she said no longer able to hold back the tears.
The captain and first mate looked at each other puzzled.
“How long!” Cara screamed.
“If we turned around now, maybe five or six hours.”
“Then do it. Do it now. Get me back there now!”
Doing what he could, the captain got the yacht back to its dock six hours later. It was another thirty minutes after that that Cara arrived at the resort. Making a beeline to Mr. Rhamming, the front desk manager, she pleaded with him.
“I need to go up and see Brik Evander, now!
Mr. Rhamming looked at her startled. “I’m sorry, Mr. Evander has left the resort.”
“Is he still on the island?”
“I’m not sure if he is. He made arrangements to leave on his private jet.”
“Can you call him at the airport?”
“That was over two hours ago. I’m sure they’re in the air by now,” Mr. Rhamming said sympathetically.
Cara ran from the lobby still possessing a glimmer of hope. Maybe, by some chance, the studio held some indication that the two would be back. Flinging the doors open, she was slapped in the face by the cold reality within. Everything in the studio was gone. The room, which had seemed jam-packed with cloth and Mars’ samples, was now empty as if no one had ever been there.
Mars and Brik were really both gone. They had abandoned her in their bed as she slept and Cara didn’t think that she would ever see them again. It was at that point that Cara fell to her knees and did the only thing she could. She wept.
Chapter 7
Cara
Cara sat at her desk staring blankly at the invoices sprawled across it. Ever since returning from the Bahamas, she had had a hard time focusing.
Negotiations with Mr. Charles had been harder than she had expected. Apparently, he was under orders to carry her family’s beer, but that wasn’t stopping him from negotiating the best price possible for it.
In the end, Cara was able to sell him on a package that included both kegs and cans. It was by far the largest order that their brewery had ever had. Her father was wildly impressed with her. And her brother paid her the best complement he could, which was to stare enviously at her as Cara announced it at a family meeting.
The brewery’s small investment of her trip to the Bahamas was going to pay out dividends multiple times over. And for the first time in Cara’s life, her parents weren’t making her feel like a screw-up. For that feeling, Cara would’ve had her heart broken a thousand times.
And, there was no mistaking it, Cara’s heart was broken. She wasn’t sure when she had lost the detachment that had always protected her from similar circumstances. She hadn’t even known Brik and Mars for a month. How was it that she fell for them so hard, so quickly?
Cara couldn’t explain any of it. All she knew now was that she could barely eat or sleep. She spent most of her days thinking about the last time they had all been together. And she became obsessed with figuring out what she could have done to have things end differently.
Again feeling the stabbing pain in her chest, Cara looked around forcing her mind to clear. Although this was unsurprisingly the hardest day for her to focus, this was also a day that was worth celebrating. Getting up and grabbing her jacket, Cara put it on and headed downstairs to the loading bay.
The bitter Boston winter air hit her as she left the warmth of the offices. As planned, the resort’s second delivery was being loaded up into an eighteen wheeler truck. Not only was her brewery’s beer a bit of a success, but the resort had run out in two months. Now Mr. Charles was rushing them to deliver their much larger second delivery.
“This will make it out on tomorrow’s boat, won’t it?” Cara asked the loading dock foreman.
The foreman’s silver hair and ruddy face spoke to his years on the job. “It will be heading out in thirty minutes, and we called the dockyard letting them know to expect us. Barring something unlikely, it’ll make it.”
“Great,” Cara said with a new authority.
Cara found a spot out of the way and watched the forklift load the last of the delivery into the truck. Her heart hurt watching it go. She wished so much that it was her returning to the Bahamas. But she wondered, if she did return, what would she be returning to?
Her reasons for being in the Bahamas were gone. It was just an island now. Sure, it was warm and she could spend all day drunk by the pool, even during winter. But there was no escaping the loneliness she was sure to feel. If she was having a hard time not thinking about Brik and Mars while she was in Boston, she could only imagine how she would feel being reminded of them by everything around her.
As the truck pulled off, Cara returned to the warmth of the offices. Not wanting to be alone, she circled eventual
ly finding herself in the break room. Seated at a table was Francine, the brewery’s receptionist, who, at forty-six, was nearly twice Cara’s age.
“Good morning, Francine,” Cara said pouring herself a coffee as an excuse to sit down.
“Morning. How are you feeling this morning?” Francine asked genuinely concerned.
“You know, it’s one day at a time.”
“I never imagined that it could be so hard getting back into the swing of things after a vacation. What has it been, three months? I mean, it’s like you fell in love down there and you can’t get over it,” she said with an oblivious chuckle.
“It was a work trip. That’s all,” Cara quickly corrected.
“I gotcha. But, the warm weather? The beautiful beaches? How could someone not fall in love with that? And you ended up being there for what? Three weeks?” Francine asked enviously. “Shit, you give me that much time and I would’ve found myself a man and never left.”
Cara smiled. “I know you would’ve, Francine.” Cara smile was short-lived. “But, for me, it wasn’t like that. It was just business.”
“Look at you being so professional! To be honest, when you first started working here, a few of us put together a pool for how long you would last. I bet on you, dear. But not even I imagined this responsible young lady that you’ve turned into. Your parents must be so proud of you.”
Cara looked at Francine gratefully. It meant a lot to Cara to hear that. Yet it didn’t satisfy her as she thought it would. Cara had always had an emptiness in her that couldn’t be filled. The only time in her life when that feeling went away was when she had been with either Mars or Brik. Now tortured by their memory, Cara wasn’t sure if the feeling would ever go away.
Not wanting to talk about her trip anymore, Cara got up to head back to the solitude of her office.
“By the way,” Francine said stopping her. “You received a package. I was going to deliver it once I got off break.”
“Thanks. Don’t worry about it. I’ll pick it up on my way back,” Cara told her.
Cara wandered out of the break room to Francine’s reception desk. Behind it was indeed a package. Picking it up she saw it was addressed to her but it didn’t state who had sent it. Only seeing the Los Angeles address, Cara tried to remember if she had ordered something. When nothing came to mind, she tucked the box under her arm and returned to her desk.