“Anj, oh, Anj. Do you know how hot and horny the two of you made me? Cruel, you’re both so fucking cruel.” Jager gathered her close, his big body hunched over her spine. He realigned the tip of his cock with her engorged pussy and held it there while he removed the clip from her hair with his free hand. He tossed the clip aside, entangled his fingers in her loose strands and yanked her head back so he could whisper in her ear. “You make me so crazy. You both make me want to fuck you forever, the hell with my job and Mitch and your little get-rich-quick schemes.”
Bingo.
She reached up and hooked her arm around his neck just as she had Keefer’s when he’d made love to her for the first time on the raft. “Give it to me then. We’ll forget all about Mitch, and then we’ll make love to Keefer later. Together. Just the three of us.”
He growled, and the out-of-control sound harmonized erotically with the man’s groan across the room. Against her mouth, Jager murmured, “You have no idea how much that would turn me on. In the meantime, take a look at his big dick. Watch her suck him off when I fuck you good.”
Together, with Jager’s naughty words and the couple’s lovemaking across the room, Anjelee totally dug the appropriate, raw sound of the overtly sexual song playing in the distance.
Jager’s lips glided over hers, offering her a brief but overwhelming kiss flavored with sweet warmth. Then he ripped his mouth free, dug his fingers into her hips and slowly slid inside her. “Jesus. Tight, so damn tight and wet.”
The fullness in her passage and the instant stimulation of her g-spot made her muscles spasm around his long thickness. Her fingers curled over the edge of the bench. Through heavy lids, she sought the man’s gaze across the room. But behind the couple it was Keefer’s stare through the window that snared her attention. One hand cupped his temple to block the sunlight so he could see through the tinted window. The other rubbed an obvious erection that bulged deliciously out of the top of his shorts. His faintly furry chest was unclad providing her with a yummy view of flexed arm and pec muscles as he touched himself and watched Jager ravish her.
“Keefer…” She breathed his name out, vaguely aware of the stranger across the room grunting an orgasmic release and the woman’s slurping as she swallowed his come. The lady completed her task and rose on tiptoe to cling to him. He slapped her ass and led her from the gym.
“Keefer? Where?” A tone of hope edged Jager’s voice.
She panted and fought to keep her eyes open. She wanted to study the sexy picture Keefer made standing outside in his ragged workout shorts with a towel thrown over one burly shoulder. “He’s watching us make love, just like you did. Look, see him through the window?”
“Ah, yes, I do see. Well…” Jager pulled out and left her feeling empty and unfulfilled. But not for long. She glanced over her shoulder and nearly lost control when Jager held Keefer’s gaze and stroked his cock, now glazed with her juices. “Maybe the beautiful sight of your bare little rear and pussy, along with my hard-on, will help our cause to include him later. Mmm, see there? He’s rubbing himself faster. He likes watching us just the same as I liked watching him fuck you.”
She didn’t bother explaining to him that she and Keefer had already made plans for this very scenario earlier. Instead, she obeyed and studied her other lover through the window.
Anjelee didn’t know if women still did it in this day and age or not, but the dizziness that seized her felt like a swoon. Her heart no longer beat. In its place, an uncontrollable fluttering began behind her breastbone like the wings of a hummingbird. With each stroke Jager gave himself, Keefer started to follow suit. Achy fire flooded her loins and engorged her center at this wicked turn of events. She clenched her muscles to stop the gush of warm moisture escaping between her thighs, but the attempt proved futile. If it was possible for nasty to equal sexy, Anjelee definitely felt scrumptiously nasty.
“Jager, please.” She shifted her gaze to him, and then back to Keefer. Delectable stimulation overwhelmed her. But Keefer didn’t appear to be disturbed in the least. He continued to pleasure himself, his handsome face contorted in ecstasy while nothing but glass separated them all from a threesome. “I’m on fire. I need…I need it. I need you. Now.”
Oh, yeah. It was definitely obvious as hell that the three of them, somewhere in the last couple of days, had entered into a partially unspoken pact to indulge in the resort’s hedonistic nature. What wickedness happens at Karibu Resort, stays at Karibu Resort, was the hotel’s slogan. And given what could lay ahead for her when she returned home—don’t think of that now!—Anjelee embraced that motto wholeheartedly while she could.
His strong arms slipped around her waist and jerked her back to reality. She could smell her own sex along with Jager’s perspiration and faint traces of his enticing cologne. He drew her spine snug against his chest so that the tip of his shaft probed her drenched opening. Then in one long, unhurried move, he re-entered her from behind. It immediately elicited a choked cry from her. She barely recovered from the ecstasy of being filled when he located her swollen clit and did an expert dance on it with his fingertip, just as Keefer had yesterday.
She held her breath. It was all over. There was no turning back. Just a few more caresses on her nub and thrusts inside her, and she’d be soaring over the Caribbean.
Jager’s raspy voice filled her ear. She shivered.
“Watch him. Look at his chest and abs, all hard and rippled. Think about your tight nipples rubbing over him while he makes love to you like he did on the raft. Or imagine him sucking me off—ooh, I’m going to come any second now.” He shuddered, his voice ragged as he made an attempt to gain control. “Sucking me off while I taste you, my tongue drinking your cream like I just did on the treadmill.”
“Mmm, yes. Sounds like heaven.” She panted and imagined the wicked scene while Keefer jacked himself off faster on the other side of the glass. “L-let’s do it. Promise me we’ll get together, the three of us. Tonight.”
He pounded into her, like thunder rumbling over the pitch of waves in the ocean. She became those waves, up, down, rolling precariously toward shore, helpless to fight the raging undercurrents that drove her closer to her destination. Moist skin slapped against moist skin, the song of it in time with the music. She dug her fingernails into the bench and shoved herself backward. Her teeth gritted together, and she met every thrust with equal vigor. She squeezed her inner muscles around his girth, enticing him, waiting, hoping for his agreement.
Then, just as the orgasm took hold and hurled her into unbearable pleasure, she heard him whisper, “Yes, the three of us. Tonight.”
Jager stiffened. He swirled his finger over her clit faster, harder. Fighting to hold her eyelids open, she saw Keefer drag the towel off his shoulder just in time to catch the come shooting from his cock. His gaze held hers, and his face grimaced with ecstasy. Jager grunted and moaned in her ear, and a flood of warm dampness spilled into her core at the precise moment she reached the most intense peak of her life. The orgasm went on forever, reaching out to her fingers and toes and back to her pulsating pussy. It steeped her in bliss so extreme, her vision blurred for a few seconds, and tiny prickles rushed along her flesh until every hair on her body stood on end.
“Where’s he going?” Jager murmured, kissing her earlobe and neck.
“He?” Anjelee shivered. Her eyes fluttered open. “Who?”
“Keefer. He’s not like, in some kind of trouble for…you know, doing that out there, is he?”
She saw that Keefer walked away and followed the resort manager, Liona. Though her limbs felt like rubber, Anjelee gently dislodged Jager’s cock from inside her and grappled to her feet. Chuckling softly, she located her shorts and jammed them on. “Uh, no. With the exception of during meals in the terrace dining area, ‘that’ is allowed anywhere on the resort except the prude side. It was business. He and Liona often confer about the groups he books with them through the travel agency he owns.”
“Ah, I see
.” He stood to his full six-foot-plus height and drew his shorts up and over his massive erection. “Should have known. But, um, about us all getting together later…”
She yanked down her shirt and threw up a hand. “Don’t say it.”
He clamped his mouth shut. The look in his eyes told her he’d been about to cancel the date he’d promised her during the throes of that amazing sex they’d just had.
“Look, I know what you’re doing.”
“Right. You know everything. As usual.” He plucked up a heavy set of dumbbells and pumped out a short set of biceps curls.
“Don’t start it. I do. You’re having second thoughts about us all getting together. You’re feeling all guilty toward your client and all.”
Now that she had her cardio in, she supposed she’d do the same and get some strength training in. She picked out her own set of dumbbells, though she curled a much lighter set than Jager did. They watched each other in the mirror. Damn, but his arms were way more buff than she’d have guessed back in Hawaii.
He paused his curl and held her gaze in the mirror. “Sweetheart, you don’t know—”
“But you can’t deny it, Jager. It’s kind of obvious we all have the hots for each other. And I’m not going anywhere until…well, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to tell you when we’re leaving.”
One dark eyebrow arched mockingly. He set aside the iron and adjusted the ab machine settings. Climbing on, he offered, “Because you plan to steal away in the middle of the night and hide on the other side of the world?”
“Whatever.” She set the back machine to her specifications and pounded out a set while he did his abs.
“Hey, things have changed, obviously,” he said through clenched teeth as he pushed out the last few reps.
She slid a sidelong glance at him in order to get an eyeful of his flexing abdomen. Nice.
Jager hopped off the machine and went to the hip sled. He loaded it with what looked like tons of iron plates. He climbed on and pressed out some lower-body extensions, every muscle in his strong legs taut and all bulgy.
“But what you did to Mitch isn’t going away, sweetheart. As much as I’d like it to.”
“Huh, this three-way attraction we all have for each other isn’t going away either.” She crossed to him and stood over him. She worked through a few overhead tricep exercises with a lighter pair of dumbbells while she conversed with him.
He climbed off the contraption and stood facing her. “True, as much as I should at this point, I can’t deny it. So what do you propose we do?”
“Well, are you aware of the resort’s motto? What happens here—”
“Stays here. Yeah, yeah, I know.” He took the dumbbells from her and returned them to the rack. When he angled toward her again, her breath caught in her lungs. The afternoon sun just then spilled in through the tinted west window making his eyes sparkle and the sheen of perspiration on his chest glisten. Damp hair stood all askew. It made her think of being in bed with Keefer and Jager on a lazy Saturday morning with three heads of bed-hair together on one pillow. Wow, she didn’t know how it happened, but it seemed every second she spent with him, he became more attractive, more mouthwatering and yummy.
Down, girl. You can only have him here in Karibu. Remember, when you return to L.A., it’ll be over for good.
She frowned.
“Don’t give me that disapproving pout. You think I haven’t been doing my homework? I went through all the brochures and handouts the front desk gave me when I checked in.”
She clapped. “Bravo. Then can we put aside our differences and just have some fun while we’re here, maybe forget this ‘thing’ I’ve done for the time being? Besides, reality will come soon enough for us all.”
“Looks like we’ve already done that to an extent.” He crossed to her and slid a warm, moist hand along her jaw. His eyes held hers with a mixed light of adoration and confoundedness.
She grinned. “How about to a deeper extent then?”
His scrutiny dropped to her lips. He bent and brushed a wet kiss across her open mouth. “I’m listening,” he murmured against her lips.
Damn him. She pulled back, wiped her knuckles across her mouth and took a cleansing breath to help get her mind out of the delicious gutter. “Well, if you really did do your homework, you’d know tonight’s party theme is Three’s Company. You know, like last night’s was BDSM?”
He glanced away but didn’t let go of her chin. That reluctance of his to release her tried to worm its way into her heart and set up camp. Uh-uh. Wasn’t happening. Can’t happen.
“Come on. You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t notice all the costumes and sexual aura floating around the resort. I saw you across the dining room intently and hornily watching the on-stage BDSM dinner show that the emcees put on.”
He jerked his hand back. The hazel pools of his eyes narrowed to slits. “Hornily? Is that one of those unique Anjelee terms?”
“Yeah, whatever.” She set one hand on his damp chest. He looked down, back up. She went on. “I saw the growing bulge in your shorts, Jager, so don’t go denying it.”
“No, you didn’t.” He curled his fingers around hers. Her heart did a flip in response, but she’d be damned if she’d show her approval. She refused to let her emotional guard down, not until she had him where she wanted him.
If she could get him eating out of her hands, he’d never turn her in to Mitch. Or to the law. Yeah, that was her new amended plan.
She pulled herself free and turned her back on him. “Yes, I did. You were very closely watching the spankings, the tie-me-up-and-control-me skits on stage, and the doms leading the sub ladies around by leashes and forcing them to their knees for the blowjob contest.”
“Okay, so it did a little something for me.” At his acknowledgment, she whirled back around. He shrugged. “Hell, who wouldn’t be turned on watching all that blatant sexual stuff going on out in the open? Not exactly your everyday occurrence back home, ya know.”
She cackled, feeling especially wicked and marginally hopeful at his words. “A little something for you? I, um, distinctly remember it did a lot of something for you.”
He rolled his eyes. “You made your point. So what’s this Three’s Company thing all about?”
“Only threesome groups are allowed on the dinner stage tonight. There’s going to be a threesy stripper-pole contest to determine the hottest ménage couple in all of Karibu.” She added the most innocent smile she could muster.
“And you want me,” he replied with an audible swallow, “you and Keefer to enter this contest together as a ‘threesy’?”
“You got it.”
“Oh, boy.”
“No, I want two men, not boys. You and Keefer to be exact.”
“No kidding. Well, I don’t dance, and I certainly don’t dance around stripper poles.”
“You will tonight.”
“No, I won’t.”
She pushed out her bottom lip and sulked. “Please? For me? And for Keefer, too?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie. You know it’d totally light your bulb.”
His brows arched so high, they almost merged with his hairline. “Light my bulb?”
“Get you off.” She trailed a finger down her abdomen until she found the cloth between her legs. Pulling it aside, she exposed herself to him, inwardly sighing at the sensation of cool air brushing her dampness. “Like I’ll do again with you. And Keefer. Just think how awesome it’s going to feel to make love to us both at the same time. That is, after we win the contest, which includes a free night of pampering in Karibu Resort’s top honeymoon suite.”
He closed his eyes on a sigh and plopped onto the nearest weight bench. “You play real hard ball, don’t you?”
“Hard, sweet and sticky, baby,” she replied in unison with the rock song blaring overhead.
He groaned and slid a look of pure torture her way. “How about I just pay for the suite and we skip the contes
t altogether?”
“Well, geez, that’s no fun.”
He paused for a long moment and just stared at her. Then, as if he couldn’t take her peer pressure anymore, he scrubbed his face and growled, “Okay, okay, I’ll think on it.”
“All right, fair enough.” She sauntered over to him and set her palms on his shoulders. Bending close, she inhaled the exciting concoction of faint perspiration edged by the scent of their sex wafting from his skin. “And while you’re thinking on that one, how about you decide to forget what I did to Mitch, too, at least while we’re here?”
“Mmm, I wondered when that would come up again.”
She dragged her lips back and forth over his, and tasted the remnants of her pussy juices. The simple move had her hormones leaping to life again. Determined to stay the course, she clamped her thighs together and went on. “Just think. The rest of our stay could be phenomenal. Mitch’ll never know. Then we can leave it all here when the trip’s over and go back to our cat and mouse game.”
He grinned. “And what a helluva game it’s been, too.”
Anjelee couldn’t help herself. She climbed onto his lap and straddled him so that his soft cock nestled beneath her wet, clothed pussy. “True. And at the moment, you can’t deny that the game’s gone off on a different path than we both intended. It’s simple. I want you and you want me.” She wiggled her hips and did a circular dance over his rising cock. Their eyes were level, locked. “Keefer wants me, I want him. You want Keefer, he wants you. Let’s see, did I leave out any other possible combos?”
“Uh, no, I think you just about covered all the...combos.” His big hands moved around and did just that, covered her ass in a move that screamed total possession.
And she loved it.
Despite the temptation to slide her shorts aside and shove herself down on him, instead, she stood and held out her hand. “Good, then you agree? We forget our differences and enjoy ourselves during the rest of our Karibu stay?”
He hesitated for a moment then reached for her hand. His grip was warm and firm, big and powerful. He shook her hand and conceded, “Okay, you win.”
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