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Billionaire Romance: Royal Island Yacht Club

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by Jennifer King


  “I want to look at you,” gasped Julianne.

  Ben spun her back around. The effect nearly knocked Julianne to the ground, but Ben was quick to catch her. He reentered, while lifting her thigh to her hips. She held onto the back of his neck. She gazed into Ben’s eyes. He gazed back. This shower had become a cocktail of seething romantic tension. Each internally wondered who would break the silence, as they continued their torrid tryst.

  But before either could say a word, the bathroom door flew open. At this point, Ben and Julianne slipped on the accumulating soap suds, breaking each other’s fall. After gathering their collective breath, they turned to Mr. Black.

  “Welcome,” greeted Ben with disdain. “You could have knocked; you could have called ahead…”

  “I ran,” the breathless Sean replied. “It was the heat of the moment. Sorry about that.”

  “It’s all right,” said Julianne.

  “It’s not all right, he almost killed us!”

  “Ben, I almost got killed getting here.”

  “Fair enough,” Ben sighed.

  “A shower’s a damn good idea,” Sean continued with a flirtatious swagger. “Mind if I join in?”

  “I don’t know, Sean.” Ben replied. “Three’s going to be a crowd in here.”

  “Okay…” Sean thought to himself and followed up with, “Mind if we swap?”

  “You know what?” Julianne interrupted. “Let’s just dry off. I need a drink.”

  She pushed her way past Sean.

  “Well,” Ben rose up. “I guess I’ll join you.” He turned to Sean. “But you might want to think about getting in there. Freshen up. I’ll make you a drink.”

  Julianne stepped out of the bathroom. Sean lowered his voice.

  “You may have the upper-hand now, Mr. Erickson, but this game isn’t over yet.”

  “I never said it was,” Ben smiled. “I’m serious about making you that drink.”

  “Oh.”

  “There’s no reason to be paranoid, Sean. I wasn’t going to say anything about it.”

  “Say anything about what?”

  “You know…the rumors.”

  “You know all of that is bullshit, right?”

  “I have no intention whatsoever of bringing it up myself.”

  “Yeah? Do I have your word on that?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “That’s a bridge we will cross if and when I win Julianne’s hand.”

  “Your confidence is admirable, Mr. Black,” replied Ben, patronizing Sean by patting his cheeks. “Take a shower. Relax. This isn’t about you and me. We’re letting the lady decide.”

  Ben stepped out.

  Sean rolled back his shoulders in the shower. He had no reason to fear his chances. He was the more agile man—an alpha-male in his prime. He was surely going to win Julianne’s heart based on virility alone. As soon as he got Julianne into bed, Sean was going to show Ben exactly what he was made of.

  “This is going to be fun,” Sean whispered, as he lathered and soaked in his spectacular pride.

  **********************************************************

  Julianne reclined with Ben on the high back beige sofa and watched the cruel storm simmer down. They swayed their brandy glasses and basked in their toasty bathrobes.

  “Shame about the shower,” said Julianne. “We were just getting warmed up.”

  “There will be plenty of time for more of that,” Ben replied. “All we need to do is wait for Sean and go from there.”

  “He’s such a fascinating character,” continued Julianne. “I just want to pick his brain, you know? See what’s really ticking inside…he carries himself so perfectly, you know?”

  Ben let out a belly laugh. Julianne turned.

  “Why did you laugh?”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “No, come on. What’s so funny?”

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing to do with you, really.”

  “Well, it must have something to do with me. You practically laughed on command just now. All I said was I think Sean is a fascinating guy, and I’d like to get to know the real man. So you tell me: Why was that funny? Are there rumors about him?”

  She asked for it, thought Ben before broaching the subject.

  “Let’s just say, if you rummaged around inside Sean’s brain, you might find a few odd little secrets.”

  “Secrets?”

  “Rumors of possible skeletons in his closet.”

  Julianne’s eyes lit up. She never could resist a scintillating scandal.

  “Skeletons? Oh, please do tell.”

  “It’s not my place to say,” sighed Ben.

  “Oh, come on!” Julianne cried. “You can’t possibly bring this up and then expect me to let it go. What kind of skeletons are you talking about?”

  Ben slowly nodded. He knew exactly what he was doing now. He had opened up a can of worms and there was no way to screw the lid back on. Now, he’d rationalized this by recalling his own words to Sean in the bathroom: I have no intention whatsoever of bringing it up myself. He didn’t; it was Julianne who mentioned the rumors before he did. Still, this was a business-minded, disingenuous technicality—the sort of technicality that makes a man wealthy. There was no going back now. So he carried on.

  “Look, it’s tabloid gossip. Rumors about his taste in sex. He’s not a criminal—he’s never hurt anyone. But as you say, he’s quite a fascinating character.”

  “See, now I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not.”

  “This is only based on what I’ve heard, so I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “Right…”

  “Relax. Have some more brandy,” advised Ben before helping himself to some more.

  Julianne joined him. She pushed the rumor mill out of her mind and stared out toward the rainfall.

  Sean dried himself off and found a matching burgundy bathrobe. He stepped into the living room and fixed a gin and tonic.

  “I see we’re all in uniform,” Sean winked.

  “Well,” replied Ben, “we wouldn’t be wearing our clothes for very long anyway. A robe seems a little more practical, given the circumstances.”

  Sean selected silence as his response. Tacit tension between the trio followed. Ben excused himself to go to the bathroom—the curse of his older age, as this provided a window of opportunity for the younger Sean to swoop in. So he approached Julianne. Getting on one knee, he gently lifted Julianne’s wrist into the air and softly kissed her hand. He looked into her eyes and shot out a twinkle from his pupils. He appeared like a matinee idol from Hollywood’s ghostly past. The effect knocked the wind out of Julianne. She tried to conceal her swooning by covering her face, pretending to choke on her liquor, as she masked her blushing. She felt like a teenager once again—except this time, men were actually competing for her attention. It drove her wild.

  “You’re such a charmer, Mr. Black.” Julianne teased, as she regained her composure.

  “I aim to please,” replied Sean, “in a wide variety of departments.”

  “And which department do you excel at?”

  “Why don’t you tell me?”

  Overcome with naked lust, Julianne kissed Sean. Their tonsils danced. Sean growled amorously. Julianne responded in kind.

  “God, I want you.” Sean whispered, while nibbling on Julianne’s earlobe.

  “Oh, I want you, too.”

  Julianne arched her head backward, allowing Sean safe passage to lap up her neckline. By this point, they were spilling their exorbitant glasses of brandy all over the rug and furniture. Normally, Julianne would be mortified by such crass clumsiness. But she no longer seemed to occupy a residency in the real world. She was becoming a lifetime member of the Royale Island Yacht Club.

  The storm blustered once again, as though responding to the erotic desires boiling within the opulent beach house. A bolt of lightning crashed into the backyard. The couple jumped.

  “I hope we’re safe in her
e,” Julianne gasped.

  “We’ll be fine,” Sean reassured her.

  Before they could carry on, Ben returned. Sean stood up from the sofa and pretended to pace back and forth with his brandy.

  “Would you like another drink?” Sean inquired.

  “Thank you,” Julianne replied.

  “For you, Mr. Erickson?”

  “I’m still working on my first drink, thanks. This is good stuff. The stuff you want to savour, you know? Aged finely, don’t you think, Julianne?” Ben smiled like a ravenous wolf.

  “I have a suggestion,” Sean continued. “Suppose we skip the pleasantries, drop our robes, and get right to it, shall we? This thunderstorm is having a powerful effect on me, and I’m feeling the effects. And you’re quite right, Mr. Erickson, this finely aged brandy doesn’t hurt either. So what are we waiting for?”

  “Well,” Ben calmly responded, “I’m still relaxing and enjoying my drink. So what do you say we finish this round and then we’ll get right down to business. Nobody is in a rush, right? This storm could go on for another several hours. So what do you say we just sit here for a moment and talk?”

  “If you insist,” Sean replied. “I’ll look for any cigars.”

  They finished their drinks and listened to the stormy soundtrack for a time. Ben found a box of Cuban cigars stashed underneath the liquor cabinet. Much to the surprise of the boys, Julianne expressed an interest. “Guys,” she threw up her hands, “it’s 2016.” They agreed to save the cigars for after the threesome. After the last drop of brandy dripped its way down Ben’s throat, he broached the subject.

  “Shall we?”

  This was all that Ben Erickson needed to say. He led Julianne Wallace and Sean Black into the master bedroom. The procession was almost ceremonial. Nobody spoke a word. There was an uncanny formality to the proceedings that unnerved Julianne. All of a sudden, she felt as though she were nothing more than a business transaction. Parts of this excited her, yes, but another deeper part of her was conflicted. Where was this going? What if this was all some sick joke being played by a cabal of sinister hedge fund managers and merchant bankers? How deep did the voyeurism inherent in the membership pool of the Royale Island Yacht Club reach? Were they being watched at this very moment via the lenses of discreet cameras?

  Julianne decided to give into her fate, regardless of what it was going to cost her. She had gone further than she’d ever intended; there was no use in turning back now. She continued on ahead of Sean, but behind Ben. The corridor never seemed to end. As long as it’s not obviously a torture chamber, this should be okay. But Julianne couldn’t be certain until he opened the door.

  In fact, the master bedroom was a beach-kissed slice of Heaven. It was a vast living quarters, with a panoramic sea view that was, unfortunately, soaked in a dismal damp. A beige canopy hung over the king-sized bed, creating a proscenium arch for the entrance of the lovers. Julianne’s fears were once again put to rest. I don’t know why the super-rich have such a bad rap, she thought. I can’t see any problem in living like this.

  Ben dragged a chair to the wall facing the bed. He dropped his robe, revealing he was already quite hard. He nodded to Julianne first. She ripped off her robe without hesitation. She stared at Ben’s bouncing erection before turning her gaze toward that of Sean.

  “I’ll watch for a while,” Ben instructed. “Once I feel satisfied with my view, that’s when I’ll either…join in or tap out. Depending on my mood, that is.”

  “Oh, I want you to join in so bad. I want both of you to…”

  Julianne restrained herself from saying something a little too obscene, even given the circumstances. Ben grinned, as he began to jerk himself off.

  “All right,” he sighed. “Let me watch for a while…and then I’ll join…the two of you together…now how does that sound?”

  “I’d be delighted,” Sean spoke up.

  Sean’s stiff dick groped Julianne’s dripping pussy, as he kissed her wildly. His hands rubbed up and down her back, his fingernails turning to scratch the skin. She sighed in ecstasy. Sean wasn’t afraid to be rough. It was his most appealing, yet frightening characteristic, his ability to transform into an amorous beast. But here, she couldn’t have possibly felt more turned on. He kissed her neck. She rolled back her head and looked over to Ben. She watched as Ben firmly stroked his shaft. Their gazes met and fucked like rabbits. They stared, lusting passionately for one another. Julianne quivered. She turned back to Sean and shoved her tongue into his throat. She pushed him backwards. He stumbled onto the bed. She leapt forward like an insatiable panther.

  Just as their long-awaited sexual conquest was finally coming to fruition, something happened that could be variously described as an act of God or a freak occurrence. In any event, it left an impression on the three participants that will stay with them until their last day on Earth. Ben kept stroking while he watched Julianne shove Sean’s hard cock into her mouth. Sean lay on his back, with his eyes looking up at the view of the storm. But within a flash, the rain stopped. The clouds parted and the heavens opened. The beach was a mud hole, yes, but the sea view was clear as a placid spring day. It was as though some force conspired to create a sunny landscape for the three lovers.

  What an excellent day for a threesome…

  Chapter Nine

  Julianne Wallace was in the middle of sucking down on Mr. Sean Black’s trembling hard cock when a burst of sunlight cast a spotlight over the two lovers. Ben Erickson laughed silently as she continued working the shaft. His voyeuristic glance met Julianne’s wandering eye. She appeared to wink, as she removed the erection from her mouth and began to vigorously stroke it. Sean grunted in deep satisfaction. Julianne fondled his balls. Ben fondled his own. Then Julianne dropped the pair into her mouth and began to suck. Sean grabbed onto the sheets for his dear life. He mustered all of his inner strength and suppressed his desire to climax. He knew he was in it for the long haul, and he was prepared to enjoy himself for as long as he could.

  He tossed Julianne onto her back. His stiff dick bounced across Julianne’s wet pussy lips, as he lowered himself onto his chest. Sean rapidly nibbled his way up Julianne’s thigh before finally landing on his destination: her welcoming, quivering clit. Sean started off by slowly curling his tongue toward the wicked member. Julianne moaned softly and started to giggle in a low, sultry voice. The tongue was merely teasing the clit for now. Ben stroked himself harder according to the sounds of Julianne’s erotic cries. He adored watching her while she writhed around in the throes of pure, unadulterated pleasure. After a time, teasing Julianne’s snatch no longer satisfied Sean. His tongue slid across her vagina, lapping up every morsel of Julianne’s ravishing, glistening sex. Despite his distance from the bed, Ben could still recognize that Sean was only licking Julianne into a wet frenzy. It was in Ben’s possibly arrogant opinion that he had a better inclination for what would make this woman climax into oblivion. So he decided to step past his role as the voyeur and issue his first command.

  “Suck her clit,” said Ben.

  He heard Julianne sigh.

  Sean acted accordingly.

  Ben watched, as Julianne nearly caved in Sean’s skull with her shivering thighs. Ben felt a grunt fire out from the depths of his lungs. He gritted his teeth, as he felt his erection pulsate. He couldn’t wait for Sean to finish lathering Julianne up so he could continue having his insatiable way with her.

  Sean sucked Julianne hard. He sucked her clit as though he would never taste anything so sweet in his life again. Just as he was hitting his stride, Sean heard Ben bark out another commandment.

  “Stick your fingers up there while you eat her.”

  At first, Sean felt a slight sense of resentment towards the notion of another man instructing him on how to satisfy a woman. But all he needed to do was look up at Julianne. As soon as he witnessed the look of wild and raging satisfaction bursting brightly within Julianne’s eyes, he decided to give up sulking and enjoy pleasuring a woman
so thoroughly. Sean continued to go down on her. Julianne cried out in ecstasy. Her inner walls quaked, and a crash was brewing.

  Julianne placed her hands over Sean’s ears. She pulled him forward. Ben was delighted.

  “Just stick it in me,” she pleaded.

  Sean easily inserted the long shaft into Julianne’s saturated pussy. She sat up. Sean guided Julianne into a convenient entry spot just above his lap.

  “Good,” said Ben as he eased the pace of his stroke for fear of releasing the fluids too early. Instead, he sat back in his seat and enjoyed the show. He kept his focus on Julianne’s cheeks as she bounced up and down on Sean’s hardness. Sean pushed Julianne’s ass forward, keeping up a steady and vigorous momentum. He chewed and sucked on her supple nipples. She grunted and gave him a rough kiss. She pressed her fingertips against his ribbed abs as she rode him mercilessly. Sean looked into Julianne’s eyes with a feeling of deep satisfaction, albeit more with himself than with Julianne.

  Sean surprised Julianne by leaping forward while still pounding her mightily. He mounted her, holding her wrists down, as she tightly coiled her legs around his backside. She pulled his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. All the while, Sean still managed to ravage Julianne on an almost primal level, while Ben looked on aghast. There may have been a time when his virility could have matched Mr. Black’s, but that was admittedly quite a while ago. His approach was going to have to differ heavily in order to make a lasting impression on Julianne.

  Suddenly Ben came up with an idea. He noticed that because he had been so enthralled with Sean’s performance, he hadn’t been maintaining control over the situation. But under the terms of their arrangement, he was still in charge. He cleared his throat.

  “Make love to her, Sean. Slowly.”

  Julianne was left out of breath when Sean slacked entirely. Sean felt as though he had been snapped out of a sublime sex dream. Curiously, however, the location hadn’t changed. He looked down at Julianne.

 

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