by Demi Alex
I shook my head, not believing the conversation I was having. G was so blunt, so real about what he wanted. And, what surprised me most was that he was a gay man who wanted a tittie-fuck.
“On the anniversary of our meeting, Al and I return to this beach and take turns picking a third partner for the week. Sometimes it’s a woman; other times it’s a man. We’re straight up and honest with each other and the third party, so there is never a misunderstanding of what he/she is getting into to—or getting between.” G smiled at his own words. He leaned back confidently, seemingly enjoying the view.
“What I wouldn’t give to be that confident in my sexuality,” I said.
“You should be. No reason not to be.” His gaze traveled down my body and back up to my eyes. “As of now, we’ve only found friends for the week. It’s been excellent and it’s kept our sex life inventive, but we’ve never met anyone else that could join us on a permanent basis.”
I shrugged, not sure how to respond.
“If it were my turn, I would have picked you, Lora from Long Island.” He leaned close and ran his knuckles down the side of my cheek. “Not only do you do it for me, and I’m sure you’d do it for Al, but we could have rendezvoused again back in New York. You’re more than a tempting woman.”
It took me a few seconds to process his word, but once I’d recovered, I breathed a quirky giggle of sorts. “I guess I should say thanks.”
“No need,” G said, dropping his palm to my knee. “Fate just wants us to be friends. So, here I am…a friend who will have your back in Montego Bay.”
Have my back?
I glanced at Al and the blonde, and Al certainly had her back. He still pumped into her pussy, his finger pressed into her ass, and the freaking float was truly doing its job, keeping her from drowning as cries of decadent pleasure shaped her mouth.
I stared speechless, thinking of one of my men having my back.
“It’s just that—”
“You don’t need to explain, Lora. That taken sign is tattooed across your forehead. I hope he’s worthy of it.”
“They are,” I replied, a huge weight lifting off my chest. “They’re just not here.”
“They?” It was G’s turn to laugh. “Now, now, Miss Lora. Aren’t you full of surprises?”
Tingles danced across my skin and I felt like a she-devil on the prowl. “Guess so,” I sighed, shrouding my pride with a little modesty.
“Care to share?”
“No,” I said, dropping my sunglasses onto my nose and reclining in my chair.
Chapter Four
Wearing a loose pink sundress, with only my panties because my sunburned breasts couldn’t handle the feel of a bra, I weaved my way through the crowd on the pool deck to where G and Al stood. G wrapped a muscled arm around my waist, pulled me against his side, and leaned down to kiss my cheek.
“Al, this is the sexy Lora I was telling you about.” G practically gave me to Al by placing my hand in his. “Lora, this is my husband, Al.”
Al raised my hand and brushed his lips over my knuckles. “Pleasure to meet you, Lora.”
Wow. Al was magnificent up close. Better looking than he appeared while fucking the blonde in the water. And so debonair and smooth. His deep azure eyes sparkled with warmth and his sculpted, tanned face screamed of the handsome and sturdy man behind the wonderful bone structure. He wore soft white linen pants and a blue polo that matched his eyes. The man was gorgeous.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, captivated by the gleam in his eyes and unable to look away. “G told me all about you.”
“And me about you,” he added, winking at G. “I can see what he meant when he said you do not know how beautiful you are. You’re stunning, baby girl, absolutely breathtaking.”
Heat infused my cheeks. The burn on my skin tingled. They thought I was beautiful.
“Okay, now that we have introductions out of the way, let’s get some drinks.” G raised his right arm and motioned for the bartender. “Sex on the Beach, three of them. Doubles.”
In a truly messed up way, I felt comfortable with these two gorgeous men. Contented warmth spread inside my chest, and I was good with letting my hand rest in Al’s strong grip while G ordered for us.
With the extra-tall drinks in hand, we found a high-topper near the stage and gathered around it, raising our glasses to a week of decadence and discovery.
“I like you, too,” Al said. “If you want us, we’d love to be your best friends this week.”
“And hopefully back home, as well,” G completed. “But, we must agree to leave Montego Bay in Jamaica. That way, anything goes while we’re here.”
Anything? What was he saying? Did he want a sexual relationship?
“We’ve have you, baby girl.” Al strummed his thumb pad down my cheek and landed a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose. “First, like G said, we need to move that “TAKEN” sign off your forehead. Then, we have to find a guy who puts some fire in your belly and between those endless legs of yours.”
“Wow,” I giggled. It wasn’t in relation to the three of us hooking up for the week, but rather his forward way of putting things. But I didn’t mind it. I was actually relieved.
“Am I wrong?” Al asked.
“No,” I said, lowering my gaze to my hands.
“Besides, we talked about it on the beach, sexy. You know our deal.” G cupped my chin and raised my face. He smiled and brushed his mouth over my lips. “We’re good with no sexy time between friends—unless a bit of jealousy is necessary to land you a man you want. Okay?”
“Okay,” I replied, sighing and leaning against his palm. “I’d like that.”
“Good,” both men said, lifting tall glasses in a toast.
“To sex on the beach!”
“Sex on the beach,” I replied, clinking my glass to theirs and sending a silent prayer up for wanton courage.
I really did need sex on the beach. Actually, I just needed sex— anywhere. And hopefully, with an experienced lover who’d take control and know what he was doing so I could finally be able to climax with company. Some man was going to make me scream with ecstasy in Montego Bay.
I bet my men back home could make me scream. Just thinking of them made my tummy quiver. I’d give anything to run my fingers over Mark’s strong jawline as he lowered his head to take my lips. Mark did everything right, with so much strength and determination that it made me shiver just thinking of the powerful way he’d make me come.
Jake, well Jake oozed sensual heat, with a sweet bite of assurance. He’d be a slow and torturous lover, taking his time and making me squirm for the release he’d absolutely deliver.
And Luca, well just thinking of Luca made me smile. My fun, yet strong man, who’d throw me over a broad shoulder and carry me off to his cave by the sea. And while he made his way to the sex grotto, he’d caress and kiss anywhere he could reach, tickling my sensitive skin with his dark hair and leaving a trail of clothing behind as he stripped me of all my defenses.
Damn. Yes. They’d know what to do. Exactly the reason I needed to get laid and let loose. I wasn’t fucking frigid. I was deprived.
I forced the negative thoughts from my mind, and took in the beautiful views on the pool deck. Everyone appeared seductive, and seemingly comfortable in his or her skin. I was determined to be the same. I drank the delicious cocktails and played at improving my flirting skills, enjoying my new friends and their witty conversation.
We were on our second round of drinks when Al leaned his elbows on the table and met my gaze dead on. “What’s his name?”
“Whose name?” I swiveled the straw and dunked the cherry three times, then took a tiny sip because I decided I needed to slow down. The hum dancing beneath my sun kissed skin had nothing to do with the band and everything to do with the bartender’s heavy hand.
“The guy you’re trying to get over? The dickwad that let you get away?” Al insisted.
“It’s not like that.” I plucked the cherry f
rom the sweet drink and popped it in my mouth. “Not at all,” I managed between clenched teeth as I yanked off the stem.
“Not at all?” Al said, grinning at G, and G winking back at him.
I took my time chewing every last bit of the delectable fruit, made a show of wiping tasty drops of juice from the side of my mouth, and pasted on a huge smile. “Nope. I’m not here to get over a guy. I’m here to get one. But…well, first I need to decide which one I want.”
G raised a hand in the air, and I smacked it with an exaggerated hi-five. “Do tell, sexy lady. Don’t bait us like that and leave us hanging. Talk.”
“Well,” I drawled, pausing and taking another sip. “I need to lose my inhibitions. Get laid. Rediscover, or discover, what it’s like to let go at the hands of another.”
“That’s easy. You’re very beautiful, sweet as heck, and have a body to die for. Just choose a fuckmate,” G replied.
“It’s not that easy. I haven’t been laid in forever, and when I was getting some action, it wasn’t too great.”
“You mean he wasn’t great,” G interrupted.
“Because, baby girl, you’re hot as fuck,” Al added. “I’d do anything to put a satisfied smile on that beautiful face of yours.”
“Anything?” G asked, throwing his husband a knowing look.
“Anything,” Al confirmed.
Little sexy fire ants sassed up my arms, down my chest, and pooled at the juncture of my thighs. Wow. Saying these men were hot was a definite understatement. Guess the dampness on my panties wasn’t helping to put out the fire.
“So, you’re ex was a horrible lover. Ever had a real lover?”
“What?” I said, returning to earth and sucking down way too much of my drink to quench my thirst.
G laughed, wrapped an arm around my waist, and settled his hard groin against my hip as he suckled the soft flesh of my earlobe. Slow, sexy, hot. Did I mention these men were hot? Liquid flames erupted in my body and my tummy flipped.
“Al asked if you’ve ever had a real lover,” G murmured. “One who knew how to make your body sing with one orgasm after another?”
More than one orgasm? Was he serious?
I shook my head and licked my lips. “No. I’ve only been with two men. My asshole-ex, and the guy in school that took my virginity. But we only had sex once. We were both virgins, so I can’t really blame him. We did make each other happy in other ways—if you know what I mean.” I couldn’t tell them how great his mouth had been or how good he tasted. It was simply too much information.
“But nothing with the most recent ex?” Al switched his drink order to scotch, clearly annoyed for my experience.
I shook my head.
“Fuck him,” Al exclaimed, draining his glass and bringing it down on the hard surface of the table with a thud. “No. I take that back. Don’t ever fuck him again. The jackass is probably some greedy two-inch dick that doesn’t know how to use his equipment.”
“Well,” I began, but erupted into a fit of laughter when I’d processed what he said. It was true. He did have a small dick, but due to my limited experience, I’d just thought my first boyfriend had a large one. “Stop…” I almost managed a sentence before I doubled over and pressed my palm into my stomach. It took a few seconds, but when I stopped laughing, G handed me a napkin and I wiped the corners of my eyes. “Fine. I guess he had a tiny one. But, it did function. I didn’t know what to do, and because of that, I don’t have the courage to go after what I want. Make sense?”
“No,” they said in unison.
“Well, first of all, I am interested in three men.” I held up three fingers for emphasis. “Each one of them is wonderful. I’m just not sure I’m good en—
“Fuck,” Al interjected. “You’re definitely good enough. Probably too good.”
“Sexy Lora, if it’s the lack of sexual experience that has you scared, we’re here. Al is the best and most considerate lover in the world.”
“You’re pretty amazing, Gerald,” Al said, wrapping one muscled arm around his husband and another around me. “Baby girl, between the two of us, you have an encyclopedia of sexual information at your fingertips.”
And this time it was G’s turn for emphasis. He took my hand in his and placed it over his rather impressive crotch. “You can watch, you can participate, or we can simply talk it out. There is no way in hell you are the one to blame.”
I should have been melting against them, but I wasn’t. The thought of having such handsome men as sex tutors did intrigue me, but what messed things up for me was that I wanted them as more. I wanted them as friends. I had to come clean and explain.
“Let me try this again.” I took a deep breath and looked out over the dance floor. Yes, there were plenty of other men, damn good looking and sexy men, for sex sessions. I wasn’t going to risk these two. “Truth is, I think it was my ex’s problem, too. He was robotic and selfish. I should be able to do much better, and these guys—back home—are much, much better. I can’t choose. I want them all. That’s the real problem.”
“Fuck, baby girl. Three?”
I nodded. “Yes, but I don’t mean I have to have all three. I’ll take one.” I just didn’t know which one. Each of them was more than a dream come true. “Truth is, I’d love any one of them. I do love each of them individually. But, I don’t want to lose the other two. So I came here to reawaken my sexual self-esteem and decide which one of my guys is the right on for me.” A new drink was set on the table, and I reached for it. “Plus, since my ex screwed me over and went for my sister, I haven’t been able to put myself out there, let alone go for such desires. The stakes are too high.”
“Went for your sister?” G asked.
“Your sister’s doings must have hurt more than Tiny-dick’s.” Al covered my hand and he feathered his fingers over my knuckles. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”
I shrugged, refusing to let my sister’s betrayal ruin my plan. The ache, hurt, devastation had ruled my life for too long. I had to move on.
“I work with three of the sexiest guys on the planet. I want them all. Not one of them has ever made a sexual advance toward me. They’re how I knew about this place. They vacation here almost every year. Warm, exotic, fucking decadent.”
“Slow down,” Al said. “You’re losing me. You work for these guys?”
“Yup,” I replied, taking another sip. More like a slurp. I had to stop, but the liquid courage was difficult to refuse.
“Are they here?”
My pussy clenched at the thought. “No,” I said, looking at all the beautiful and half-naked people on the pool deck. If Mark had any idea what I was planning, he’d proba—
“All the virgins to the stage,” the DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers and interrupted my thought. “Get your wallets out and purchase a lovely virgin for the night. All proceeds from the auction are in support of a local children’s literacy program started by our founding father.”
“Mm, mm,” G said. “Here’s your chance, sexy lady.”
“No—I never said I was a virgin. I’m not a virgin.”
“Not a virgin, virgin. A resort virgin,” Al explained. “It’s more of an icebreaker for the newbies. It’s entertaining and it raises money for local children.”
“Exactly,” G added. “You’re going to be bought, then fucked, all in the name of charity.”
“What?” My pulse skipped. “By whom?”
“It doesn’t really matter, Lora. You may not have a say in the whom, but you always have a say in the what.” Al pulled me to my feet, adjusted my dress, then led me through the crowd. “It’ll be fun. One step closer to losing your inhibitions and gaining the confidence to let the man you want know you’re available to him.”
“But the men I want aren’t here.”
“Where are they?” G interjected, downing the last of his drink.
“Scaling some mountain or something. They traded flip flops for boots and some scary metal thingies this year.” I tugg
ed on Al’s shirt, leaning my weight backward to slow him down. “What if some asshole buys me?”
“I’m not going to let some asshole buy you.”
“I don’t like this. What if he has warts and scabs?”
Al shook his head and threw me an amused grin over his muscled shoulder. He stopped walking, secured his strong arm around my waist, and turned me to look at the resort guests partying on the deck. I’d never seen so many attractive people in one place before. It was like this place was made for pure pleasure.
“Do you see many revolting ogres out here?” he asked.
“No.” Sculpted muscles, tanned skin, and the perfect sway of hips turned me on. There were plenty of potential fuckmates, as G had put it.
“And if it makes you feel any better, we’ll bid on you, baby girl,” Al assured me, his hard body pressed against my back, his arm snaked around my middle, and his warm breath teasing the sensitive skin on my neck. “By the time you come back to us, so many potential suitors will get a look at you, but maybe, just maybe, you’ll want to stay with us.”
“Only if you want,” G confirmed, stepping in front of me and cupping my cheek. His thumb brushed across my lips, gently pressing in the middle until I allowed some air to escape and gave him the opportunity to seal his mouth over mine.
Tenderly, slowly, excruciatingly seductive, his tongue swept over my lips. G was a wonderful kisser. Not too wet, not too dry, just right. Not too hard, not too soft, just perfect. Snug between the two men, my libido smiled, but it didn’t do somersaults.
My body curved against G’s as he placed a hand on the side my hip and pulled me against his long length. His hard abs rubbed against my tender breasts, Al’s groin fit against the softness of my ass, and I was lost in the comfort and assurance I found on both sides.
“We can be whatever you want, baby girl. Our bodies are at your command. But we have one condition.” Al said against the side of my neck, dropping tantalizing kisses on my bare shoulder as he took his sweet time before outlying the terms. “You tell us what you want, where you want it, and how. We are very willing to oblige. However, once we leave this island, we remain friends forever. You’re supposed to be part of our life, baby girl. We won’t accept any less. The kind of friends we remain is up to you.”
