by Lana Hartley
Vincent kneels down and places his hands around my ankles and looks up at my pussy as Nathan continues to circle his finger in just the right way.
“Oh…” I moan and watch as Vincent straightens up gets behind me touches my bottom. I can hear people talking outside.
“I saw it too,” one of them says, of some kind of animal they saw roaming in the garden. They continue to discuss it as Nathan starts fingering me harder and I’m sure they can hear us.
“Can they see us?” Nathan is grinning like a kid just waiting to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He lifts me up while he waits on his answer and enters me, replacing the subtle sting of a touch his finger made there with a heavy thrust and my head falls back.
“My crown!” I shout. We all laugh and while Nathan fucks me with delicious, determined stride, Vincent goes off to rescue my crown.
Nathan takes advantage of my hair being free from the crown to play with it.
“He’ll get your crown, baby,” Nathan says. “I’ll get your cream.”
We share a laugh and then he proves his point.
He kisses me a lot on my neck when we finish.
“Did you have any bad dreams last night?” I ask him. He shakes his head.
“No, baby, I didn’t.”
“Good,” I say.
I hug him and he relaxes in my arms. Normally he’s tense, which I think is the reason he drinks whiskey quite often.
“I think maybe if you focus on the future,” I suggest. “You won’t have such bad dreams.”
“Like you?” he says.
“I don’t have bad dreams; in fact, I rarely have any dreams at all…”
“Oh no, sweetie, I mean I like to focus on you – you’re my future,” he smiles.
“Really?”
He nods. I think he was listening to the conversation Vincent and I had the other night. I think he feels like he must say this to me. Or maybe he means it.
He reaches over for my hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want to be…a haunted person. You know? I want to be the type of man that’s there for you. You don’t need someone with problems, Isadora? You need to be tended to all the time.”
I get up and look out over the balcony. Where did Vincent go?
“I get what you’re saying but I feel like it works both ways,” I say.
He tenderly wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder. Then he takes his hand and fixes my hair so it runs straight down my back in a soft blonde stream of locks.
“What does?”
“I care for you too. You can’t just pretend you’re okay when you’re not.”
“Isadora?” Vincent interrupts us. He doesn’t have my crown.
“My crown? Did you know find it?” I walk over to him.
“I have it, come.” He wants to take me away from Nathan, just when I feel like I was making headway with him.
“Come where, Vincent?” I ask.
“Come.” He takes my hand and leads me around the balcony, which wraps around the castle like a tower. I look down at all the little rose petals he’s left for me. He picked them from the garden. I follow them over to my crown. He gets down on his knees and looks up at me.
“And don’t worry; I polished it off and everything, so it’s shiny and good as new.”
“Thank you, Vincent,” I say, taking the crown and placing it on my head. I offer my hands to help him up but he doesn’t’ seem to want to straight up. He is fine on his knees.
He presses his face into my thighs and inhales. “I can say I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you and this night, seeing you like this – it can save a man’s life and kill him at the same time,” he chuckles.
“Vincent,” I laugh and pay with his hair. He crawls on his knees, the palms of his hands touching the rose petals. “You’re softer than these,” he says of the petals.
“Am I?” I smile and touch his hair again and he presses his mouth against the curve of my bottom. “Yes, my love, especially right here.” He starts kissing my bottom and then my hips. “I want to treasure you every day. I can’t think of anything better than seeing your face first thing in the morning – your smile. It’s more stunning than this castle. He stands up, he puts some music on and he washed out the talking of all the diplomats. I suppose it is Friday, and I suppose their minds are racing with random thoughts.
The song is a lovely sweet song I’ve heard once before, and I’m reminded of the night with Nathan when we played the piano and I wrote our own song, Firefly.
“What are you thinking about, Isadora?” Vincent takes my hands in his and we begin slow dancing.
“Nathan.”
I think the answer stuns Vincent. I look at him and see a bit of sadness in his eyes.
“I’m just being honest. If you’re not honest, you’re not anything,” I say.
“Well, that’s true.”
We danced for a while, but there is a silence as big as an elephant.
“What about Nathan?”
“His bad dreams.”
“I just don’t understand it, you know? He needs to just let it go, and I know I’ve said this before. I just feel like with you that should be so good, you and being here, how can he have any bad dreams with all of these wonderful things in his life?”
“Am I a thing?”
Vincent stands back immediately and looks at me, deeply concerned with the fact that I would assume such a thing.
“Goodness no, Isadora!”
I feel Nathan look up and look at us just then, that shaggy hair of his in his face.
“No, Isadora, I just meant…it was very bad the way I phrased it.”
“You want to know what I’ve been thinking?” I say, moving on.
“Always,” Vincent says.
“Maybe a princess deserves two princes.”
“Not if one is good enough,” Vincent says.
Enter Nathan. I watch him walk over to us. He doesn’t need to say anything; his manly face expresses everything so much better than any verbal announcement.
He leans against the balcony, waiting for me. The dance ends and I walk over to him.
“Hello,” I smile.
“Hello Ms Thing.” He’s toying with Vincent when he says this, with his stupid “things” comment. The rivalry between them just won’t end.
I start kissing Nathan but he hugs me. He seems to want hugs the most. I hold him for a while and Vincent walks over to us and picks up his wine glass. He accidentally drops it and the sound of shattered glass startles Nathan.
“It’s okay,” I say, wrapping my arms around him and we stand there and squeeze each other tight. A groundskeeper starts sweeping the glass and I start to kiss Nathan. It’s a deep, emotional kiss.
I kiss his neck. It’s warm like a window in the summer.
Nathan takes the blanket that’s on the balcony and places it down on the ground for me to lie on and he gets on top of me. We are lost in each other’s eyes.
He takes himself out of his pants and I whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you just stay naked too?” and we both start laughing.
“We’ll just all stay naked,” Nathan laughs. “The groundskeeper too! And the maids!”
“NO!!!” I cackle, covering my face. “Goodness.” We are both laughing and I think this makes Vincent jealous. I feel like I laugh more around Nathan that I do Vincent. Perhaps it’s Nathan’s sense of humor that has seen him through some very dark, troubled times.
He starts to place himself inside me. “Oh Isadora,” he says. He starts pumping fast, almost like a rabbit, and I circle my arms around him so I’m hugging him and I feel like Nathan is in a very needy mood today.
Vincent, meanwhile, has gone off to get his new wine glass and is sitting by the table, watching us and then he comes over and lies down next to me and we start kissing while Nathan continues to pump himself in me, his penetrating is wicked and wonderful. I turn on my stomach and they both touch and kiss my back.
> Nathan takes me from behind, inserting his cock inside of me. He olds me up and Vincent plays with my breasts. He trace his teeth over my nipples and holds my face up by my chin and kisses me long and tender on the mouth and then he does the same with my neck and my breasts as Nathan continues to fuck me.
I’m on my hands and knees as Nathan keeps going, in and out and in and out and in and out in long, powerful thrusts as Vincent plays with my tits and unzips his pants and takes his big fat long glorious cock out and starts playing with him and I eventually lower my head until his cock greets my lips.
Vincent always tastes nice and clean. It’s a pleasure to suck him off. We go this way for a while, with them going in and out of me, and Vincent eventually cums and squirts it all over my tits before crawling to the side and sitting there while Nathan finishes me off, when he starts to cum, he pulls out and it shoots directly under me, hitting my chin and splashing here and there and then we roll over on our backs and stare up at the wonderful sky.
“When you were a kid, did you ever wish upon a star?” Nathan wonders.
“Yes,” Vincent jokes, knowing Nathan is asking me.
“What did you wish for?” Nathan asks.
“A horse.”
“Did you get a horse?”
“Yes but…I think I got a horse because I’m a princess, and not because I wished on a star for one, but who knows.”
I look over at Nathan. His gorgeous brown eyes are on the sky.
“You? Have you ever wished on a star?” I pick my head up and look at Vincent. “And you Vincent?”
“I haven’t,” Vincent said.
“I think you’re supposed to wish upon a falling one,” Nathan says. “Or does it matter?”
“I don’t think it does.” I’m holding Nathan’s hand and he squeezes mine back and leans in to kiss me. We share another long, deep kiss. I get up and walk over to Vincent and take his hands and pull him up from his chair. He seems to be in a funk and I hope to pull him out of that too.
“Do you want to finish our dance?” I ask him.
“It’s okay.”
“Oh come on, Vincent.”
“We don’t have any music,” Vincent says.
“I’ll sing,” Nathan offers.
“Oh I’d rather dance to silence,” Vincent jokes. Nathan starts singing some rock song I kind of know but not too well, and we start dancing about. Nathan actually has a decent voice and Vincent is a good dancer. He twirls me around and I spin about and end up in Nathan’s arms. Nathan continues to sing the song.
We dance for a while, and Nathan finishes the song before handing me back off to Vincent. Vincent picks me up so I’m over his shoulder and I see the garden below us – all the sweeping views and all the magical lights, and he spins me around and around.
“You’re going to make her dizzy, dude,” Nathan says, more worried and less amused.
Vincent places me down and I find balance in my little heels and I sit down at the table where wine glasses filled with delicious red wine awaits. I sip the wine and Nathan comes over. His shirt is off. He looks hot as hell. He actually drinks wine for a change, and I have to wonder if he’s mocking Vincent – the way he drinks wine – because Nathan is holding the wine glass in a certain way. And it is Nathan’s style to poke fun, to just make jokes, and I wonder if that’s his way of seeming less vulnerable than he actually is.
“What do you think?” Vincent asks Nathan. “Of the wine?”
“It’s okay.” Nathan says.
“Are you out of whiskey?” Vincent asks.
“For the night, yes.” Nathan’s voice is rich with darkness. I feel like something is
bothering him, and I feel like he would share whatever it is if it were just him and I and not Vincent. But it is what it is.
Nathan suddenly eyes me from across the table and I am wondering even more now than before, what it is he’s thinking.
“What?” I finally say.
“Do you like the wine?”
“Yes but…” I place my hand on Vincent’s. “I like the wine you had the other night better. What was it called?”
“I think it was called Scarlet Bay.”
“That’s it,” I point. “That’s the one. I like that one.”
“I’ll have to make a note of it,” Vincent winks at me.
I laugh. “Thanks. This is good too,” I say. I sip the wine. It’s fruity and lush. Vincent starts talking about the wine and where it’s from. He knows as much about wine as he does about flowers. I can see Nathan off in the distance rolling his eyes.
I try and not laugh as Vincent goes off on some tangent about where the wine is grown – what piedmont and the type of weather.
“Not too crisp and not too humid – the air quality has to be just right – you’d be amazed with how much that can affect wine,” Vincent says. “High humidity can cause wine disease…”
Nathan giggles. “Wine disease,” he mutters. Then Vincent gives him the death stare.
“Well yes – weather affects everything – ever single thing but grapes especially are very vulnerable, if not given the proper care, they easily rot. It’s called noble rot.”
“How did you learn so much about wine?” I ask. I’m trying to keep the mood light, but I can already feel a fight breaking out.
“I studied,” Vincent said. “That’s what you do whenever you want to learn about anything. You study it – like I’ve studied your every feature.”
“Which is easy to do today,” Nathan snorts.
“Yes,” I say, stretching out my long legs and they feast their eyes upon them. Nathan is also looking at my feet. “I have made that quite easy for you, haven’t I?”
“You have.” Vincent picks up my left foot and starts to give it a massage like he did that night in the garden. I am reminded of that amazing, wonderful, blissful night we had together. He is massaging my feet perfectly. I think that night and the night I had with Nathan playing the piano are two of the most fabulous nights I’ve ever had. I wouldn’t trade them in for anything in the world.
“Any way, I started studying wine a few years ago,” Vincent says as Nathan sits remarkably still, his finger on the side of his face as he looks over at us. I can tell he’s conjuring up some master plan as to how to compete with the foot massage and wine lesson I’m being given.
“Sun exposure, soil type, all these things go into growing the perfect grape – you can’t possibly get a perfect bottle of wine without growing the perfect grape.”
“And so many grapes – I’ve always wanted to go to a vineyard,” I say.
“We could do this,” Vincent says.
“We should all go,” Nathan says.
“Nathan, do you know anything about whiskey – how it’s made?” Vincent asks. “You should, it could make your taste for it that much more exotic.”
“I’ll look into it tomorrow.” Nathan’s voice is lackluster, he’s just teasing Vincent.
“And topography,” Vincent suddenly says.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, well it’s the arrangement of the natural and artificial physical features of an area – like for example, the surroundings here. Topography is simply the environment; it’s a fancy word for it. The earth the soil the valleys, all of that, makes up topography.”
Vincent lights a cigarette and Nathan comes over and steals my foot from his. Nathan is grouchy, and at first he squeezes my foot too hard but then I think he remembers that it’s a foot and it’s tender and he calms down and starts to do it just right.
“Are you ticklish?” Nathan wonders.
“No…” I say, “Your fingers feel good,” I say. And he starts to massage my calves too. I suddenly crave his fingers all over my body.
“Would you like a full body massage?” Nathan offers. Oh wow, I think he wins this round. I didn’t see that coming.
I nod and get down on my knees and spread out on the blanket that we had sex on earlier and he gets on top of me, so his knees
are on either side of me, and goes to town on my backside, his fingers pressing into some tender spots. I suppose even a princess can have stress. He is finding all of those spots and begins a marvellous massage as Vincent continues with my feet.
“Oh…” I moan my pleased reaction. “This…feels…so good…” I say. “So good.”
I feel Nathan’s hands sneak up my legs to my upper thighs and eventually he’s massaging my buttocks, and that feels really amazing.
“Have you ever had a full body massage?”
“Not in years,” I say, in total, complete ecstasy. “This feels amazing.”
“You just relax and keep enjoying it then,” Nathan says. He starts to massage my upper shoulders, and then down to my back and back to my bottom again and his fingers touch the sides of my body near my tits and I start laughing.
“She is ticklish,” Vincent realizes.
“No!” I shudder and press my arms against the sides of my body to try and protect myself. “NO NO!”
“I’m going to get you!” Nathan warns. “I’m going to get you – the tickle monster is going to get you!”
“Nathan doesn’t,” I beg, and I’m already laughing just at the idea of being tickled. Vincent meanwhile is pleasantly kissing my feet. Why can’t Nathan be ore calm like him?
Nathan always has to outdo everything – everything with him is a sport.
“PLEASE!” I start begging as Nathan starts tickling me and I’m on my back now and he’s kissing me.
“Oh my god, you are such a dick sometimes.”
“Yup.” He doesn’t deny it, and speaking of dicks his is out of his pants again and hard as ever.
We start having sex and it’s a normal position but with Nathan it always feels good no matter what kind of position we’re in and after the wine and the massage I am so relaxed and now the sex feels really good. He reaches over for the whiskey and pours some on my tits and starts licking it up. There’s some band in the garden playing a song, and it sounds familiar, and as Nathan continues to douse my tits in awesome, delicious whiskey, I realize what song he’s playing – it’s my song. It’s our song it’s Firefly.
