by Rhian Cahill
Rand laughed. “Jeez, do you think we could get that lucky twice in one day?”
“Better pray we do.” Z walked over to his dresser and began pulling out a change of clothes. “I’ve got a feeling she’s going to be looking for a hole to fall into once she wakes up and remembers what went on in the kitchen.”
“Even so I think we should wake her before we leave.”
“Why?” Z threw his clothes on the bed.
“We have to give her choices in this and that includes driving up the coast for the weekend. She may argue against it, but I think we can persuade her to go,” Rand said.
“All right.” He walked over to his closet and pulled out a sports bag that would fit all their gear in. “But you get to wake the bear.”
“Chicken.” Rand smiled as he turned away. “Let’s get packed first. It’ll be harder for her to argue if we’re ready to go.”
“Now who’s chicken?” Z called to Rand’s retreating back.
Piling his things in the bag, he headed for Sunnie’s room and began going through her drawers. He threw in her sleep shirt and shorts but hoped she wouldn’t use them. Rummaging through her clothes he found a pair of swimmers, shorts, and a shirt. At the last second he grabbed sweatpants and sweater just in case the weather cooled off. With everything jammed in the bag Z went to find Rand.
He found him in the living room standing next to a still sleeping Sunnie. There was an icebox on the floor next to the coffee table and a small bundle of clothes folded neatly on top. Z smiled. Rand was such a neat freak when it came to his clothes; his friend would not be pleased when he shoved the carefully folded pile into the sports bag. Grinning, Z dropped the bag on the table and leaned over for Rand’s stuff.
“This it?” Z asked.
“Yeah.” Rand glanced at him. “Hey, watch it, you’ll crease them.”
Z laughed. “Who’s gonna see? With any luck you won’t wear them except for the drive home tomorrow night.”
“That may be, but I’d prefer not to look like a homeless hitchhiker you picked up off the street.”
“Somehow I don’t think a homeless person’s budget stretches to brand-name clothing.” Z tugged the zipper closed and grabbed the handles. “We going to put these in the car then wake her or you want to wake her first?”
Rand stood still for so long Z thought he might be having a change of heart about the whole thing, but then he spoke. “I’m trying to think like her. Trying to decide which she’d be least pissed at.”
Z chuckled. “We’ve known her for over twenty years and in that time have you once been able to predict what would set her off? If you have, you’re one up on me.”
With a sigh, Rand crouched next to the couch. “Sunnie, time to wake up.”
Sunnie slept like the dead mostly and they usually had to shake her awake. Not this time. She bolted upright, the blanket Rand had covered her with sliding to her waist, revealing her naked torso.
“What? What’s wrong?” she grumbled.
Rand casually lifted the covering to her shoulders and held it there. “Nothing, but if you don’t get up now you’ll sleep the day away.”
“Oh.” Sunnie blinked several times, her eyes still hazy with sleep.
“Z and I thought it might be nice to head up to Gabe’s beach house for the rest of the weekend.”
“Um, okay, when will you be back?” she asked in her sleep-roughened voice.
It was obvious Sunnie’s mind still hadn’t woken entirely because not only did she misunderstand what Rand said but she hadn’t realized she was naked from the waist up yet. Z sat on the edge of the coffee table and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
“What Rand meant was we all go up the coast for the rest of the weekend. Kind of like a little vacation.”
“Oh.” She reached up to brush the hair out of her face and froze. The blanket had dropped on one side, a creamy breast and taut nipple now on display. Sunnie’s eyes went wide and her lips parted on a gasp. “Oh!”
Rand scrambled to cover her but Sunnie was trying to get off the couch and wrap the blanket around her at the same time. They ended up in a tangle of arms, legs, and fabric as they toppled to the floor at Z’s feet.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God…” Sunnie’s whispered mantra was barely heard over the scuffling of the two of them wrestling on the floor.
“Here. Stop.” Z bent down and tried to pull the blanket free, but the thing was twisted good and proper around both of them. “Sunnie! Stop moving, dammit.”
She stilled long enough for him to get her and Rand separated, but the second she was free she sprang to her feet and ran from the room.
“That went well.” Rand lay flat on his back, one hand rubbing his side. “I think she cracked a rib.”
Z offered him a hand. “Hey, at least she didn’t aim lower.” He pulled his friend to his feet. “And I don’t think she did it on purpose.”
“No, I’d be bleeding if she were serious.” Rand glanced at where Sunnie had disappeared. “Now what?”
“I haven’t a clue, but I don’t think it’s wise to let her stew in her embarrassment.” Z headed after Sunnie, determined to show her she had nothing to be ashamed of.
Chapter Five
Sunnie avoided the mirror above the sink. She knew her face was bright red—she could feel the heat blasting out—there was no need to see it. The curse of having fair skin was the uncontrollable, undisguisable flush of embarrassment that lit her up from head to toe. With a sigh, she sat on the closed toilet lid and dropped her face in her hands. Now that she was completely awake memories of earlier were filling her mind.
Oh my God!
A shiver rolled down her spine and goose bumps broke out on her skin. Her pussy clenched with remembered pleasure and her damp bikini clung to her most intimate places. Sunnie couldn’t decide what embarrassed her more, that she’d let them touch her or the abandon with which she’d enjoyed it. And there was no doubt she’d enjoyed every second of their attention, if her explosive orgasm was anything to go by. She’d reveled in their skilled touch.
Sweat covered her whole body, cooling her off to some degree, but the images replaying in her mind continued to raise her temperature. Pushing to her feet, Sunnie reached into the shower and turned on the water just as someone banged on the door making her jump almost clear out of her skin. She spun around but the hinges held. For how long was anyone’s guess, from the way they were pounding on the timber panels. It had to be Z. He was the more aggressive of her two friends, although Sunnie had no doubt Rand stood right beside him out in the hall.
“Sunshine, if you don’t open this door Z is going to bash it in.” Rand’s words were muffled by the thick barrier between them and Z’s overzealous thumping.
“I’m taking a shower,” she called out as she stripped her sticky swimmers off.
Kicking her pants away, Sunnie stepped into the cubicle beneath the warm spray. She ducked her head and let the water rush over her hair and down her back. The gentle flow caressed her skin like a thousand fingers and she shivered in spite of the warmth surrounding her. Sunnie turned and angled so the stream hit the muscles across the top of her back. Her shoulders drooped with relief when the banging stopped only for them to tense up again when she realized what would come next. Sure enough, the door flew open and Z and Rand marched in.
Sunnie wasn’t sure what she expected, but a normal conversation certainly wasn’t it. She had to hand it to them; after a brief glance down, their gazes returned to her face and stayed there.
“We’re packed. If we get on the road in the next thirty minutes we can be at the beach house in time for lunch.”
“Umm…” Sunnie couldn’t seem to process anything except the fact she was naked and they were standing less than three feet away.
“We’ll get back around dinnertime tomorrow. I’ve got an early morning meeting Monday so I need to be home in plenty of time to get organized,” Rand added.
“O-okay.”
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Great. We’ll pack the car.” Z turned to leave. “Oh, I threw your shirt in the wash so you’ll need a clean one,” he said over his shoulder as he left.
“Want me to pack anything specific for you? Z already threw a change of clothes in the bag for you,” Rand said as he gathered up her discarded swimmers and dropped them in the laundry basket.
Sunnie finally managed more than a one-word answer. “No, I’ll grab what I want when I get out of the shower.”
“We’ll wait in the living room then.” Rand turned to go but Sunnie stopped him.
“Rand?”
“Yeah?” He kept his back to her.
She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. And until Sunnie got her head around what had taken place before she’d passed out on them, she wouldn’t know.
“Do we need to pack food?” she asked instead.
“Done. All you have to do is finish your shower and get dressed. We’ve taken care of the rest.” He strode out of the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.
Sunnie stared at the hooks on the back of the door. What the hell just happened? They came in as though she wasn’t naked and hadn’t shattered in their arms minutes ago. Wait. How long had she been out? She glanced at the frosted glass window above the bathtub but couldn’t determine the time of day. It had to be only minutes because Z had talked about getting to Gabe’s house for lunch and they’d gotten back from the beach around nine.
Marginally reassured, Sunnie picked up the soap and lathered her hands. She sucked in a breath as her palms skimmed over her sensitive nipples. They hardened beneath the light touch, reminding her again of the episode in the kitchen. Her stomach clenched, her pelvis rocking with the waves of desire pulsing through her pussy. Moaning, Sunnie leaned against the shower wall and dragged her soapy hands lower. The muscles in her belly quivered under her fingertips as she made her way to the throbbing flesh between her legs.
She slid her fingers over her folds, one pressing inside to nudge her clit. The engorged nub, slick to the touch, sent darts of fire into her core. Delving deeper, Sunnie searched out her opening and thrust a finger in to her knuckle while applying pressure to her clit with her thumb. Her legs shook as she pushed herself closer to climax. Leaning more heavily on the tiles behind her, she increased her strokes until her orgasm burst over her like falling rain. A shimmer of pleasure radiated out to every nerve ending, a saturation of lush delight that turned her bones to mush, and she slid down the wall to the wet floor below as a moan of completion tore from her throat.
Her eyes fluttered open to find two burning gazes on her. Caught up in her own pleasure, Sunnie had been oblivious to their return. Rand and Z stood perfectly still except for the harsh breaths their heaving chests dragged in. Their eyes bore holes into her as they stared with barely concealed need. From her position on the floor, Sunnie looked up their bodies affording her a nice view of the large erections tenting their shorts. Without thinking she got to her knees and reached out with both hands to stroke their straining flesh.
They jerked at her touch, their cocks thrusting into her fondling fingers. She cupped their lengths through the material of their board shorts, but it wasn’t enough to touch them this way. Sunnie wanted to see them—feel their skin against hers. Her fingers gripped the drawstrings and tugged. In one pull the bows came undone and she quickly yanked on the Velcro zippers to free their erections, but she couldn’t manage it one-handed.
“Help me.” Sunnie continued to pull on each waistband.
Z moved first. He brushed her hand away and undid his shorts, pushing them past his knees. Rand quickly followed, his shorts and boxers barely over his hips before Sunnie moved back in, her eyes soaking up every detail. She didn’t know who to look at first, her gaze darting between the two cocks jutting out toward her. Sunnie curled her fingers around each shaft and stroked from root to tip. The twin groans from above delivered a thrill that had her tummy fluttering and her sex clenching.
Rand’s cock was slightly larger and darker than Z’s. Both were on the large size compared to the men of her past, but not in a way that frightened her. Oh no, the length and width had her mouth watering and her pussy weeping. She wasn’t the only one leaking. Pearly droplets of precum beaded on both their crowns and Sunnie couldn’t resist the temptation. With a swipe of her thumbs she smeared her flesh with the evidence of their arousal and leaned over to lick their essence from her skin.
“Fuck.”
The growled curse made her glance up. Rand’s hands were fisted at his sides while Z had his curled in his shirt, holding it taut across his abdomen. Bulging muscles stood out on both their arms and necks, and she realized how close to the edge they were. Suddenly aware of their strained control she remembered neither of them had gotten relief in their earlier encounter. With a need that stole her breath, Sunnie set out to remedy the oversight.
Sunnie leaned forward and licked the length of Rand’s cock from tip to base and back before sucking the crown between her lips and swiping her tongue over the top. She gripped the shaft to hold him in place and drew in as much of his flesh as she could. All the time her mouth lavished Rand, her other hand worked Z’s erection. His hand curled around hers, tightening her fingers and guiding them up and down in ever-increasing strokes.
For long moments Sunnie lost herself in pleasing them. Rand’s hips bucked, driving his cock deeper with each lunge between her lips. More precum oozed onto her tongue, and she lapped up every drop. Z had stepped closer, their bodies forming a triangle, making it easier for her to administer to both of them. Letting Rand’s slicked-up shaft pop from her mouth, she turned her head and sucked Z’s cock into her mouth while dragging her hand up Rand’s saliva-covered length.
The musky smell of hot male arousal filled her nose and she continued to alternate between their cocks. Her own juices flowed from her clenching pussy to fill the air with a perfume that held an aphrodisiac quality. As their scents mingled and grew stronger so did her arousal. With each slide of her tongue or hand Sunnie found herself closing in on another orgasm. One she wouldn’t have thought possible so quickly after her others. Need turned her movements jerky—desperate—and she soon felt the cock in her mouth pulse against her lips.
With a growl, Z wrapped his fingers in her wet hair and began humping her face. She relaxed her throat and took him as deep as she could, laving his shaft with her tongue on each surge in and out. His grip tightened, the sting sharp as he drove to the back of her mouth and erupted down her throat. Sunnie swallowed, her muscles convulsing in an attempt to drink all he offered. He pulled free, the last of his seed dripping onto her tongue and lips.
Rand gripped her chin and turned her head, his cock pressing against her lips eagerly seeking his own release. Out of breath, Sunnie gasped and received a mouthful of hot flesh and air. He shoved deep, and she had to breathe through her nose or choke. She thought he murmured sorry, but her heart pounded so loud in her ears she couldn’t be sure. Rougher than Z, Rand gripped handfuls of hair and used them like reins to drag her mouth over his length. In and out, he sawed between her stretched lips until he shuddered and hot cum spurted from his crown to coat the back of her throat.
“Sunshine.”
Her name burst from him on a harsh breath. His hold loosened, and Sunnie dropped back on her heels. The only thing stopping her from falling over was Rand’s hand on her shoulder. Her body hummed with unreleased tension. She whimpered, a pleading sound of distress. Slipping her hand between her legs, Sunnie circled her clit with a fingertip, but she didn’t get the relief she sought before Z lifted her from the floor.
“No you don’t. I want this one.”
Z carried her out into the hall and to her room, where he tossed her onto the bed. In seconds, he spread her legs wide and lowered his head to her pussy. The first swipe of his tongue drove her hips up, burying his face deeper into her sex. Z lapped and sucked at her folds, pushing the tip of his tongue as far as he could inside her before torturing her clit with gen
tle flicks that had her thrashing on the bed. Her leg muscles burned as they were pushed up and back, her knees almost touching the bed next to her ears.
It was the second tongue licking at her pussy that sent her rocking to the edge of bliss. She didn’t know how they both managed to get their heads between her legs and didn’t care as long as they never stopped. Fingers stroked and probed alongside tongues and lips. From front to back they ate at her until one sensation blurred into another and she could no longer tell what they were doing—only that she’d burst from her skin if she didn’t come soon.
Moist heat coated her anus, causing her muscles to clench and bring her back to sanity. Before she could protest, someone sucked on her clit and two fingers thrust deep in her pussy. Restricted by her position, Sunnie could do nothing but feel. The soft, hot object breaching her ass could only be a tongue and when it pressed deeper she shuddered, nerve endings never before stimulated fired in a rainstorm of soaking intensity. Every part of her concentrated on that one area, and when the pressure retreated she cried out in agonized disappointment.
A chuckle drifted on the air and then the pressure was back. Harder. Thicker. Pressing and pressing until her anus gave way, allowing deeper entry. Stretched and burning, her ass stung with a pleasurable pain she’d never experienced. She wanted it to stop. Not stop. The confusing impulses had her hips rocking into the multiple caresses. Her clit throbbed as wet suction drew it from under its protective hood. Fingers stroked high on the wall of her channel, brushed over that smooth spot of nerves designed to send her into orbit.
Her orgasm broke. Spasms racked her body; her muscles clenched and unclenched in rolling waves that pulled the fingers plying her holes deeper. A scream tore through her throat but barely a sound left her lips as the oxygen was vacuumed from her lungs. The pressure on her clit eased, the fingers in her pussy unmoving as the finger in her ass plunged in and out. Sunnie was completely blindsided by the second, smaller climax that rocketed to life with that rough touch.
