I didn’t know if he’d ever had a threesome with a woman and man before, but if so, I had a sudden urge to know if he’d been able to feel the other man’s penis in the same way.
“Can you feel it—the toy rubbing against your cock?”
“Yes, oh god yes.” He seemed to struggle to get his words out. I hoped I was driving him crazy, hooking him on my anal fetish and making him see Jazmine was all wrong for him in every way.
“Ah Cin—Leah. My orgasm’s so close, I’m going to fucking blow you to pieces any second.”
His words made me smile. My pulse sped up. Maybe Jazmine was out of his system. Finally.
My response was a whisper against his lips. “Oh, me too. I’m almost there.”
I stroked him harder, pushing back against the toy as he held in it place, then I slid down on his dick. “Just wait until Ned’s in my rear end while you’re inside me like this. You’ll be able to feel his big cock, and his balls will slap against yours while—Ahh, I’m coming. Oh don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”
My vibrating inner walls milked the heat of his cum, filling the tip of the condom deep inside me. But it was imagining the toy was Ned’s cock that pushed me over the edge. I wiggled on the plug until I could feel the head of Frank’s penis grazing it. We cried out together as my juices dribbled out and were washed away by the waves slapping around our hips.
I collapsed on his chest, reached around and took the toy from his hand.
Frank gasped, struggling to catch his breath. “That was wonderful.”
“Wonderful doesn’t even come close to describing it,” I said. My cheek rested on his muscular shoulder. He stared at the sky trance-like, grinning, lightly scratching his fingernails up and down my back until I shivered. Palm fronds clicked and swished in the breeze and the lagoon water reached in and out, washing over us, cooling my perspiring skin.
I raised my head and studied his expression, his amazing face.
So gorgeous with the glow of sexual satisfaction in his eyes. His nipples were erect and his skin wet and flushed, his hands now resting on my hips.
I rose on my knees and gripped the butt plug tighter. His cock slid out of me, so sexy and sensual. The balmy night air dried my flesh just before a low wave rolled in again and splashed us. I stumbled to my feet and waded into deeper water, dove, swam through the surf and surfaced in waist-high water. I longed to keep his attention so I moved my hands over my body as if to bathe. He took notice and propped himself on his elbows, his cock half-hard and falling to the side.
My hair was slicked back from my face. I knew that would get to him because I’d always been told I looked hot with my hair that way. I thrust my breasts high and buffed the toy with ocean water, held it up and gazed at its dazzling ruby-like glitter in moonlight.
I thought of all my plugs as sort of magical lamps that conjured fantasies when “rubbed”. I grinned. Yes, fantasies with handsome randy men like Frank.
A thought came to me. “Hey, when we get together with my ex, do you want to be in front or back?”
“Hmm. Let me think.” He stroked his chin. “Your pretty pussy or your hot little hole… Considering they’re both amazing, that’s a hard decision to make.”
My lower belly stirred and my ass tingled at his words. I held the toy up again. “How about whichever one of you guesses the correct color of plug I have inside me at the time? That’ll be the one who gets to choose front or back.”
His eyes widened. “Wow. You are something else.”
I laughed, his words making my mood soar.
“I’m so glad we got things straightened out.” He tipped his head to the side, studied me with a penetrating stare. “Damn, I missed you like crazy.”
“Perfect. That’s what I like to hear.” Boy, do I ever. “So what do you say about guessing the butt plug colors?”
He stood and walked over to the blanket, bent and snatched up a condom. Then he trudged out into deeper water while he ripped open the package and slid the rubber onto his cock. When he reached me, he took me in his arms. It felt so good, so exciting to finally have his attention after months of drooling over him.
“Well shit, how many do you have—besides the delicious red one in your hand and the pink one over there in my pants pocket? Did you realize you left it behind at the club?”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and rubbed my pussy over his half-erect dick. My clit tingled like crazy again, and I knew I’d fuck him one more time before we left. I puffed out my bottom lip in what I hoped was a pouty, sexy look. “Yes, I figured it out when it seemed to sort of disappear from my collection.”
He squeezed my ass, pulling the cheeks apart. “Your collection?”
“Yep, I have one in every color you can imagine, not just two or three of them. One for every day, every size depending on my mood. Plain or vibrating, and so on and so forth…”
He blinked and chuckled, the shuddering of his chest tightening my nipples and revving my hormones. “Figures. Hell, you’ve proven to be more of a nympho than I thought. You enjoy men for the pure fun of it, don’t you?”
“You mean as opposed to for the money like the prostitutes I pretend to be on the streets?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Exactly.”
“Well why would I want money for something I love? In fact, maybe you should charge me.” I nipped at his ear, tasting the salt of seawater.
His cock twitched beneath my pussy. “How about we pay each other? With sex?”
“That works.” I wiggled against him, delighted that he’d grown completely hard in under a minute.
“Hmm, I can just picture your bedroom dresser lined with fake dicks and butt plugs of every color possible.” He kissed me, the briny flavor bursting on my tongue. He pulled back. “Man. The more I think about it, the more respect I have for you, and the more you turn me the hell on. Do you feel my cock? I’m stiff again—just enough to get inside you.”
He slid a finger through my slit, into my pussy. My eyes crossed. I clamped down on it and moaned when he pumped me harder. “Yes, yes. Just like that. Don’t stop. And the plug. Don’t forget the plug.” I held it up.
He brushed it aside. It dislodged from my grip. “Don’t need it.”
“Oh no. I—” Regret overcame me as if I’d lost my best friend. I tried to grab it before I lost sight of it but it floated off and sank into the dark water “I-I’ll miss the red one. It has sentimental value. I wanted you to use it on me again.”
He didn’t finger me for long. Instead, he peeled me off him, spun me around and held me so my back pressed flush against his chest. “I’ll get you another one. But this time, you wild little woman, you’re getting a skin-toned, real man, no rainbow toys or Cindy-rella slippers.”
I groaned my approval, turned my head and kissed him with gentleness. My tongue swirled around his then I sucked his lower lip between my teeth. The whimpers that escaped from my mouth were breathy, dreamy. “Cindy-rella? You said that earlier. What do you mean by that?”
“Never mind, just kiss me again, turn me into your horny prince and let me fill you up.”
I slipped my tongue back in his mouth at the same time he pushed his cock into my asshole. He anal-fucked me in the cool ocean water and played with my clit until the moon went behind the clouds and the pink of dawn crept over the horizon. Ah, a new day and promise of a new relationship with Frank, some amazing anal and an upcoming threesome with Frank and Ned.
What more could a woman ask for?
About Titania Ladley
Titania Ladley is a multi-published erotic romance author and registered nurse living in the upper Midwest USA with her husband and teen son. She has been published with Ellora’s Cave since 2004 writing in various genres, including paranormal, historical, contemporary, male/male, gay/lesbian, ménage, vampire, SciFi, and light BDSM. She also writes for Ellora’s Cave under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze.
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