by Piper Denna
“You’d not be here if it wasn’t,” Britt said from the doorway. “You’d have been a one-off, like Vic and I planned.” He walked over and grinned, wearing his swim trunks. Must not have been sleeping too heavily. She’d address that later. “Thought sure you’d be shagging her by now. Should I be offended? You think you’re too good for my wife?” he teased. “Why don’t you two go play in the water? I’ll watch the game and keep score.”
David looked at her for confirmation. What the hell. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend the evening. But Britt wasn’t going to just watch this time–she’d make sure of it.
Because Britt looked so cocksure, and because his swim shorts already showed he was hard, she leaned up to David for a scorching kiss, arching her back so her nipples rubbed against him.
“Fuck,” David moaned. “Yeah.”
Her tongue twisted with his as he scooped her up into his arms. They really were heading to the water. Excellent. Britt would have to join them, in order to see the action. David carried her in at the shallow end while they kissed. Cool water surrounded their hot bodies from the waist down. When he let her body slide down his, she pressed into the lump in his shorts, catching his waist between her legs. Ah, the sweet torture of the dry hump. Or, in this case the pool-wet hump. His hands seemed to be everywhere, her entire body ultra-sensitized, responding to each of his touches, stretched tight and hard.
“Baby,” he moaned in her ear. David would make an awesome porn star. He made all the right sounds to turn her on more, said all the right words… And how was their audience?
Britt had settled sideways on the chaise. Already had his shorts unlaced and his cock out. Damn, he got into watching more than she’d have imagined.
David had popped her breasts out above the bikini and had one in each hand. He quit kissing her and moved his mouth down to her right nipple. Oh, sweet Jesus. Could she come, just from nipple action? She was so wound up, her breasts felt hard and swollen–like everything else. She humped harder against the bulge below, her suit sticking to his, until she at least got the edge of her suit against her clit. Ah, better. Some friction at least. David groaned against her breast. Sounded pained. Still suckling, he moved his smooth hands down her stomach, then around to her ass. Squeezing, kneading, feverish, he delved his fingers inside the suit. Just where she wanted him, except…
“The front,” she gasped, letting her legs loose from his waist to make a gap between them.
When one of his hands got inside the front of her suit, he groaned again. “Fuck, baby. You’re ready.”
Even in the water, she felt slick against his scalding fingers. “Yes. Let’s. Now.” They could fool around with foreplay later. Right now she wanted him inside her.
“Gotta go. Get the condom.” He kissed her and she nodded, watching him as he pushed off his suit, climbing out of the pool. Damn, what an ass. Yum. She’d do some nibbling there later.
And Britt? He still sat there stroking himself. “You look like a horny Cheshire cat,” she said. “Come over here, where you can see better.” She patted the pool edge.
Britt cocked his head in thought, nodded, and complied, also dropping his shorts along the way. When he’d settled with his feet dangling in the pool, she moved in, placed her hands on his thighs. Tilted her head up for a kiss. He tasted of beer, a little cool, but his hands were warm as he untied her suit top and skimmed along under her breasts to remove it. “Good show, love,” he whispered.
She’d show him good. He was going to pop like a cork before she finished with him. She couldn’t help stroking him, couldn’t resist tasting him.
“Ah, Vic.” He sounded hesitant–did he really think this thing was all about taking turns? She took him deeper in her mouth and he sucked in air.
Behind her, David splashed into the pool.
Just a couple more good sucks, and she pulled off Britt, tilted up for another kiss. Back away, to David. Britt wrapped his fingers around himself before David had pulled her suit bottom down. Splat! It landed on the decking somewhere. David’s stubble rasped against her shoulders, down her backbone, his fingers working her clit, and then he pulled her tight against him, entered from behind. The condom had cooled in the water, but slid in smooth and full. God, she was swollen, her insides grasping him. She throbbed, lubricated more, and David grunted against her shoulder.
Britt looked damn good.
She took a careful step forward, then another, David keeping pace, until she reached Britt. She throbbed and became even wetter, her nipples pulsing with ache for what she wanted. Britt shook his head slightly, but moved his hands away. When she leaned down to take Britt’s cock in her mouth, David remained upright. Britt was lubricating, too. She savored the taste, swirled it in her mouth, sucked harder for more. God, she was whimpering, but how fantastic. She had a cock in her mouth, a cock in her… Wow, David was really going for it back there. Like that battery bunny on TV, but he couldn’t last. Keeping hold of Britt, she stood up and leaned back into David. His hands came around her, clasped her breasts. He kissed her neck and she turned to him for a kiss. Would he…
He took her lips, gave tongue, paused for a moment. Did he taste Britt? With a low growl, he kissed harder. He liked. So fucking hot. She raised her left hand over her shoulder and clasped his head to her. His cock still thrust into her, slower now, but deep, and his tongue mimicked the action. She swelled tighter around him, taking it without that edge of discomfort she got when Britt entered from behind. Still clasping David’s head with her hand, she broke the kiss. His mouth went back to the base of her neck, maybe on his love bite?
Britt’s cock beckoned. She leaned forward, and David stayed with her this time.
Britt groaned, sounded uncertain, but his cock seemed to want her there. More precum. God knew, she was doing the same–was David? Probably. They were all close. She went deep on Britt, relaxing–no gagging sounds today. He moaned, she whimpered as best she could; next to her ear, so very, very close to her mouth and Britt’s cock, David let out a steady stream of grunts and groans. Britt tensed. She let David’s hair loose, pressed her fingers to her clit. There. Oh. Britt growled and released; she swallowed him and shuddered as the first wave hit her, wracking her in tight spasms while David hollered something close to “baby” and clutched her tight, in a long, shaking orgasm.
Chapter 14
David pulled out of Vic and left her there, with her head still in Britt’s lap–Maybe he was still in her mouth?–and went into the outside bathroom.
He did a little washing and rinsing, toweled off and left the towel around his neck.
Wow. This three-way business kept getting hotter. He’d never experienced that coming-at-the-same-time thing with a girl, much less with a girl and another guy. Timing it all just right was pretty damn smooth, and Britt was pretty impressive at it. No kidding around, though–Vic had been running the show today, and she had managed all three of them. Did she always run the show?
He stared at his reflection. Sure was getting to look like a scruffy mess. Probably good cover for his surfer story, but this facial hair made him feel like somebody else. He rasped his hand over the stubble. Alien. Not smooth, like the rest of him. Well, hell. Maybe he was somebody else on this cruise. He’d never been into sexual deviation before. Never wanted to experiment or do anything weird. So what was he doing? He could totally score as many chicks as he wanted, whenever. He had. And they’d all gone away happy.
They’d all gone away.
So what did that mean?
He looked down at his package. “Are we screwin’ something up? Howcome chicks don’t come back for more?” Mostly because he wasn’t in the same town long enough. He got fan mail all the time, but didn’t even bother. If he wanted to score a one-nighter, it was a lot easier to grab the nearest and hottest than to go through setting something up. “This is convenient. That’s why.” No setting up or scheduling, no shmoozing or impressing. Britt and Vic liked him, and he liked them. Plus, he
could count on them to be here. Even after he’d gone Splitsville on them twice, they were still here waiting for him. Pretty damn nice. Was it because they were older, or did they just have shit figured out better than he did?
Sometimes he felt like everybody in the damn world had shit figured out. Except for him. Keeping a steady girlfriend was tough, when he had to train so much, and travel for meets. Girls his age didn’t really get his commitment to his sport. They didn’t understand it was a career, not just something he liked to do, and he couldn’t blow off a competition when the gang threw together a weekend trip to Vegas or Cabo. Or wherever. He was sick of being the mature and responsible one. The one everybody called a boring stick in the mud.
With Vic and Britt, he was the young, carefree one. At least until this trip ended and he went back to real life.
He opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Were they fooling around again?
Vic was out of the pool, with a towel around her middle and one in her hand, headed toward Britt. “So what the hell was that all about?”
Uh-oh. Vic seemed pissed. Better to stand in the shade incognito until he figured out what was up.
Britt still looked a little dazed–probably the aftereffects of that awesome hummer she’d just given him. “Er.” He caught the towel she slung at him.
“Was that some sort of test? Telling David to come out here and do me while you took a nap?” She paced away from him, toward the deck edge. Damn. Big red spots all over her back and shoulders. Had to be from his stubble. “I don’t appreciate it. Not one fucking bit.”
“Love, it wasn’t a–”
“You talked me into this. You insisted we do this.” She whirled and stalked back toward him. “I mean, what the hell? Did you think I just needed another guy around to occupy me during your recovery time? God knows you just about had to run from me when we were trying to get pregnant, but I thought things were fine since then.” Her face was fiery red, her hands waving as she talked and paced.
Pregnant? One word a single guy never wanted to hear.
“Things are fine, Vic–”
“I thought this thing was working out, but then, what? You try to trick me into cheating on you with him? Saying you’re going to nap, and sending him out here. Then what would happen if we did it, huh? Then it all blows up?”
“That’s not what I was about at all.” Britt caught her hand as she stomped past, and held her in one place. “I just wanted to watch you. Without being in the way. I know he makes you crazy, and I wanted to see you go ballistic with him.”
“That’s not what this is about.” Her voice had lowered. “I didn’t–don’t–want another guy instead of you. What the hell?” She looked up at the sky. “Shit. The chopper.”
A big helicopter–black, with the Fantasies, Inc. logo–appeared out of nowhere, pretty damn close, then swooped away.
Britt wrapped the towel around himself and tucked it tight. “That bugger prince. I forgot he’d be arriving today. I’d better hurry and dress to meet him.”
Vic turned to go inside, noticed David, and smiled his way. “We’ve got to go meet the chopper. My pilot flew in a member of British royalty, who didn’t want to arrive in port.”
“Little bastard. Thinks he’ll get less press for being here by arriving late,” Britt muttered on his way inside.
“And the pilot is bringing me some things too.” Vic stopped close to him and palmed his pec. “I hope you didn’t hear our discussion?”
He shrugged, suddenly unable to speak past the lump in his throat. Was he causing trouble in their otherwise perfect marriage? And had Britt talked her into this whole thing?
“I’ll explain it all later,” she promised. “Please don’t get the wrong idea and take off again?”
Why did everything in his chest get tight when she got close? Why did he want to kiss her more than take his next breath?
He shook his head.
“I’m taking that as a yes, you’ll still be here.” She stretched up, gave him a short, warm kiss. “’Til later.”
His cock lurched as she walked inside. Damn thing was as hard as when he’d put the rubber on it before.
Fuck, he wanted her. All the time. But he didn’t want to screw up her life, or Britt’s.
His own life seemed pretty screwed up already. Maybe he’d go see his friend the bartender for one of those stiff drinks.
* * * *
Griffin had just finished pouring two tall frozen drinks for two tall, hot blondes. David settled on an empty stool and checked them out.
Yep, hot. But one girl put her arm around the other as they sidled away.
“Damn,” Griffin muttered. “How you doing? You don’t look quite so pathetic today.”
David tried to hide his smile. But failed.
“Damn, bro. Was it hot?” Griffin leaned close, his elbows on the bar.
“Fuckin’ A.” Hot, wet, a little dangerous…a few other things he didn’t really want to think about.
“Good for you. I got two more blows, a hand job and a tittyfuck behind this bar yesterday.”
“Holy shit.” And he’d thought things had been hot in the executive suite. “You got any skin left?”
Griffin shrugged. “Tell you what, that lube the Lay-Techs crew has been passing around works wonders. We all got a bottle in our orientation packs.” He stood up and rubbed his neck. “So what’s your poison?”
“Something big. And strong.”
Griffin threw back his head and laughed out loud. “You wantin’ to come back behind the counter now too?”
Christ. “That’s not what I–”
“Dude, I know that.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m just joshing ya. Here, try this. It’s got an extra dose of Patron Silver. Should help you forget your awful troubles.” He slid the drink across to him.
It was good. Cold, strong. Things should feel better soon. He drank long and deep, then stared down at the patterns in the marble bar.
“Must not’ve been very good pussy.”
The hell it wasn’t.
“Spill your guts, bro.” Griffin pulled up a stool across from him and sat.
“I’m kinda paranoid, I guess. Found out they were trying to have a baby recently.”
“But not now?”
He shrugged and drank again. “They said she’s on The Pill, and I’m wearing a raincoat. But still…what if? Ya know?”
Griffin cracked a couple of peanuts and tossed them into his mouth. “If you’re that paranoid about pregnancy, you shouldn’t be having sex. Period. Unless somebody’s fixed. Just one of the risks. Goes with the territory.”
That wasn’t much help.
“Well, what about this? What if their marriage falls apart?” How would he live with himself then?
“That’s on them, bro. They should’ve worked that out before they propositioned you. Right?” Griffin leaned in closer. “It’s not your job to care. It’s your job to get in there and pillage some pussy, then cut and run.”
Which didn’t sound nearly as fun to him as Griffin made it out to be.
“Listen.” Griffin’s voice lowered. “I can get you in the crew lounge tonight, if you want. There’s a couple real hot pieces of ass you should hit, and they’d be more than willing.”
“I’ve kinda got another date.”
The bartender sat up straight. “Not with the same couple?”
He nodded and drained his glass, shoving it over for a refill.
Shaking his head, Griffin filled it from the blender and handed it over. “Let me tell ya something, kid. This isn’t the fucking Love Boat. It’s a sex cruise. You don’t come here to spend the whole time romancing one chick. You can do that back at home.”
He drank fast enough to get a brain freeze. Damn.
“Now. Are you in? I can tell you from experience, these chicks’ll be happy to tagteam you. And they’ve got more places to stick your dick than the whole underwear department at Macy’s.”
* * * *
In front of the helipad restroom mirror, Gil smoothed his hair on the sides, and tweaked the spikes on top. Had to look his best–Victoria was on her way up. His heart pounded at the prospect of seeing her.
He hated this fucking ship for taking her away from him for days at a time. Maybe the best solution to the problem would be to sink this iron tank.
But when he got rid of Brett, he wanted to bring her here and fuck her nine ways to Sunday, on every deck, inside and out. Especially down by that fancy pool on her suite deck. He always made a point to fly over it, get some visual fantasy material.
Today, though… She’d been out there in a towel, and so had Grant. And some other guy too. Was it that lawyer friend of Brett’s? If so, where was his hot actress wife?
Fuck. He shouldn’t live like this, with questions about Victoria’s life. He ought to know everything about her, every minute. She was still his, and one day soon she’d know it.
His hair looked great. It should, considering all the money he paid his ex in Salt Lake to cut it. And he had on his favorite outfit, one he knew Victoria used to like, back when they were together. He adjusted his package–already growing, just thinking about her–and stepped out of the bathroom.
There was his little woman, in a fancy silky dress with black and pink geometric pattern. Damn dresses. He couldn’t see her ass in them. Still, she had some cleavage going on, and her shoulders were bare because the dress tied behind her neck. That, he liked. Fun to undo and let the dress fall away, so he could play with those lady lumps. Bigger lumps now than last time he’d made it with her. She spied him and headed over. Man, her skin was all blotchy red…from being out in the sun by the pool? And her makeup wasn’t too great. Neither was her hair. Not quite as neat as usual. The just-fucked look suited her, but pissed him off.
“Hey, Gil. How was the flight?” Same half-assed smile she gave all the other employees and clients. She was so good at hiding their love.
“Pretty smooth. That prince is a piece of work, though. Showed up thirty minutes late.” He’d wanted to leave without the little prick. But then he would’ve just had to fly back and pick him up later.
