by Simone Sinna
“Did you have something in mind? Take-out?”
She felt Ben look up. Zac was smiling, eyes glinting wickedly. “I think I have all we’re likely to need.”
They took her to the bathroom where a huge empty spa was by windows looking out over the back of the White House. They told her to undress and sit in the bath. She went to turn on the taps to fill it but Ben shook his head. “No water. At least not yet.”
She undressed slowly, and they both came in with glasses and champagne, wheeling a trolley. She’d half expected Zac to bring sex toys, but instead there was an assortment of food. A very odd assortment. Pouring champagne and discarding their own clothes, Ben was first to join her. Zac threw him a can of cream, the type used to frost cakes. He squirted a blob out onto each of her nipples. She giggled and sipped the champagne. It tasted good. Looked like she was going to as well before long!
Zac brought the trolley with him, sat on her other side and picked up a jug. Out of it warm chocolate syrup dripped over her shoulders and then he did it in swirls over her abdomen and legs. As she was starting to cool the warmth was welcome, the smell sweet and at odds with the dry champagne. Zac tipped a little of the cold champagne over her, too, bending down and licking the mixture out of her bellybutton.
Ben started on the mango, peeling back the skin and then offering her a slice. Juice dribbled down her chin, mixing with cream and chocolate sauce. Zac watched the drops go over her breast, licked it from her nipple, following the trail all the way to her mouth. When he kissed her, the bubbles and dryness of the champagne complemented rather than competed with the fruit, chocolate and cream.
“I would rather like this on the menu permanently,” said Ben. “Though I don’t think it would help my weight.”
“Then better do a workout at the same time,” said Savannah, trying not to giggle.
They covered her. A thick layer of warm chocolate, lashings of cream, and then they chased slices of slippery mango across her using only their mouths. When one slice shot down between her legs Ben took great delight in chasing it, licking mango juice mixed with her own, sucking on her clit while Zac teased out her nipples with his teeth. All three looked like they had fallen into a giant cake. Ben turned on the showerhead above them, and as she sucked the chocolate sauce from each of their cocks, water streamed over them all until the last remnants of dessert disappeared down the drain.
They filled the bath then, the water warming her as she continued to suck Zac’s cock, rubbing at the base as she did, enjoying his pleasure. When she moved to taste Ben’s, licking the tip and then sucking at first gently and then harder, Zac’s fingers traced over her pussy, mouth on her asshole. His fingers rubbed over her clit and she felt her juices on his hand where he cupped both lips. One then two fingers gently opened the lips, dipping into them, then deeper still, tantalizing her psyche with all that she wanted and knew these men could provide.
Warm water swished gently around them. Ben on the spa seat was largely out of the water though it was still slowly filling. From behind her Zac rubbed his cock over her crack. Savannah wriggled into him, wanting all of him, but he kept teasing, allowing her to focus on sucking Ben’s cock and enjoying his pleasure. Zac’s other hand went over Savannah’s clit. She moaned slightly as her sensations whirled, a mix of tastes, sounds, and touch. Unexpectedly Ben added to it, pinching her nipples, and the contrast heightened all she was experiencing.
“That feels real good, honey,” Ben murmured. “But I’d love to be in you, can you take me?”
Savannah knelt up, hand still on his cock, and kissed him. “Always,” she whispered.
Zac eased back, kissing her neck as he slapped her butt. “You are getting very greedy.”
“Definitely,” Savannah agreed with a grin. She lowered herself over Ben and was again filled, clamping and wanting more of him. It wasn’t until Zac entered her too, first fingers opening her butt cheeks and then his cock pushing at her asshole until she relaxed, that she experienced the sense of being completely taken. The initial discomfort passed, and kneeling between them she felt united and as one. Tingles turned to a low buzzing throughout her pelvic muscles as both Ben and Zac moved in her.
“Come as many times as you can,” Zac whispered.
The first climax happened almost immediately, but neither men let her rest, pushing her onto one then another. The water was now up around their waists and as she recovered Ben extended his hands and turned off the water and pushed the spa button. Jets of water hit her from the sides.
“Last time,” said Zac, and she tried not to tell herself that it was just that, instead determined to make the best of every last minute of having them both.
Savannah steadied her breathing, and concentrated on the cocks that filled her, muscles tight and massaging them within her. Both men moaned slightly, then Zac pinched her nipples hard and bit on her earlobe. The sharp sting was enough to revive her, then again use her muscles to pleasure them as they in turn thrust and filled her, sending off signals that left her body buzzing. As both men came, she clamped down and held, allowing them all to climax in one last final act together.
* * * *
She hadn’t wanted to leave. Neither Ben nor Zac had made any mention of seeing her when she returned. She got that with Zac. He wasn’t a “hold and keep” guy, even if she had come to think of him as part of a perfect permanent solution to all of her relationship problems. She had thought Ben was a forever guy, thought how he looked at her as if he wanted her there every morning for the rest of his life. She wanted it to mean that he couldn’t bear to be parted from her any more than she could him.
“You won’t break his heart,” Zac had said to her, and now she realized that what Zac had meant was that Ben just hadn’t attached in the same way because of their unorthodox paring. If he couldn’t have her all to himself, then right from the beginning he’d just made sure he’d be able to let her go.
Savannah wished she could do the same, but she could not. She steeled herself not to cry, not show how heartbroken she was, to remain stoic until she went through the door and left them behind.
“One last stop before the airport, sorry,” said Zac, looking at his watch. “Work, I’m afraid. Won’t take long.” They all went into the building together, not the usual place on Pennsylvania Avenue. Zac had a quick word with security, showed his ID and bypassed the scanner that Ben and Savannah walked through.
“Just sit in here guys,” said Zac, leading them to a small side room after they had ascended the elevator.
Savannah went to the window, soaking in the last glimpse of the city.
The door opened. A man in uniform entered. “Savannah James?”
She turned in surprise. “Yes?”
The man reeled off a number of details about her. “Please confirm this is you?”
Savannah looked at Ben nervously. “Yes.”
“Please come with me.”
“Um, my visa hasn’t run out yet,” said Savannah. “I’m due to leave today.”
The uniformed man opened the door and stood waiting. Ben shrugged. She walked out then followed the man. Another door opened, and a man stood and smiled, greeting her by name. “Savannah? Delighted to meet you. I’m Australia’s Ambassador to the USA.”
“Delighted.” And surprised. But then suddenly her father was there, her father’s wife, Zac, Ben and several other people. One of them had her passport. Wasn’t it in her bag? Zac saw her startled expression. “I am with the FBI you know. Pickpocketing 101, I am afraid.”
“But…?”
The man with her passport opened it up. “Before this expires you will need to apply…” She was staring at the visa expiry date. Well beyond today’s date. “…but it will be straightforward.”
“Who?” She looked at her father, and her men and they were all smiling. Ben leant in. “Honey, if you want to stay there is no way in hell I’m going to let anyone take you away from me.”
She stared. Did he mean…?
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br /> “I want you forever,” Ben added softly.
“And,” said Zac on her other side, “as long as I can be in town, that goes for me, too.”
She lost her promise to herself. She burst into tears.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Simone Sinna published her first novel with Siren Book-Strand in 2011 and now has three MF novels, four MFM paranormal novellas, and this is her third MFM BDSM novella with them. Her first mainstream psychological thriller, Medea’s Curse, will be published under her real name in 2015.
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