by Piper Denna
She opened her eyes to look over at David. He seemed intent on her feet, but as if he felt her gaze, he looked over at her. God. He was gorgeous. His biceps flexed with the movement of his hands, his lips were open just a little, looking so crazy-kissable. But the eyes, the eyes got her every time. So honest, so vulnerable. Made her all melty-warm inside, so incredibly happy, so in love–
Holy shit.
That was not the plan. Her heart raced, and she needed to barf. God, she was a moron. Falling for the vacation fling was okay for single people, but not for happily married women.
Must be the champagne talking. Just horny, that’s all. She nuzzled into Britt’s crotch. Time to get him out and take the edge off.
Britt spread his legs, so she could cup him from below. Yep, he was ready for sure. His eyes were closed, his hands doing their thing in her hair. Kinky fool. She nibbled at him through his shorts and his breath hitched. Oh yeah, he was definitely onboard. The foot David wasn’t holding, she burrowed into his crotch, and heard him unzip. Ah, easy access for her to slide in there where he was all hot and firm. He felt nice along her arch, hard, smooth. His hands gripped her other foot, fingers rubbed a little faster. She fumbled with Britt’s zipper until he helped her, then pulled the shorts wide open. While she stroked him, she sucked at his base and pulled one of his balls into her mouth, then the other. She was so wet, liquid trickled until she squeezed her legs together.
David’s breathing quickened, and he pressed into her foot. She pulled the other away from his hand and slid it inside his shorts, held him between both arches. With both hands, he gripped her feet around his cock.
Her hair slid around her face and along Britt’s length. He groaned. She knew this old trick well. Lifting her head, she deliberately teased her hair down his shaft. He tensed, thrust himself forward into the mass of curls. She twisted the hair around him, then pulled away so it tightened like twine before finally sliding free. His eyes opened as he watched, nodded. Again.
Something slick and warm slipped along the ball of her foot. David’s lube. He pulsed against her. Wouldn’t be long for him. Could she get Britt at the same time?
He was lubing, too, but she caught his with her tongue, then gave him a hard suck before twisting her hair around him again. His hands gripped the back of her head. This time she cupped his balls, held them tight together, her pinkie reaching down his perineum. With a low moan, he tensed and she took him in her mouth, gripping a tight handful of hair and cock.
A higher groan from David, and she felt his release on her feet, while hot spurts jetted down her throat. When she’d finished swallowing, both guys’ heads were thrown back, their chests heaving.
Britt opened his eyes and grinned down at her. “Wouldn’t let me shoot your hair, eh love?”
“Can’t have that sort of nasty kink in front of company, now can we?” she teased.
“Definitely not, even if said company just ejaculated on your pedicure.”
David cleared his throat. “Er. Sorry. I’ve never–” Using his shorts, he worked at cleaning up her feet.
“Great Christ, don’t apologize,” Britt said. “Nobody here is bothered by it. Are, we, love? Now let’s get you taken care of, shall we?” He helped her up to a sitting position, stood, and tossed her over his shoulder. “Come on, then, David. I think we owe her one. You go clean up and meet us in the hot tub, eh?”
Out by the tub, he set her down and proceeded to pull off her sundress. “No panties, Vic? Little wonder I thought I could smell you all day. Thought I’d die before you finally made a move.” He waded into the tub and beckoned for her to follow. “Careful now, love. Don’t go crazy rinsing. I want to taste you.” On his knees, he pulled her against his face, nuzzling her mons and burrowing with his cool, smooth tongue. “Ah, fuck.”
She arched toward him. This wouldn’t take long at all. His hands kneaded her ass. They might be done before–
David, pressing up against her back. Hot and smooth, with his lips and face along her neck.
Britt pulled them toward the edge, where he slouched on a bench in the water, and nudged her over him. “Sit on my face, so I can really get at you. There you go.”
With her feet braced wide, she relied on David for balance. He’d taken over massaging her ass, while Britt sucked and poked with his tongue, mumbling and growling down below. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so–oh! He’d latched onto her clit. Fuck.
David’s face bumped against her ass, and then he worked the back end with his mouth, lapping, rimming…
Everything went dark, and she squealed, shuddered. Her lungs clenched with the rest of her, and then she released, showering them in the process.
Her knees went weak while she gasped for air. Maybe she could sink down into the water and sit.
But the guys had other ideas. They held her up, Britt still licking at her front, and David nibbling on the inside of one leg. God, he was close to Britt’s face too. Everything started spinning again and she grabbed at Britt’s shoulders. He held her up while she came again, and she thought he said something, but she couldn’t hear what.
David moved away–she understood that much, but was too limp to protest. His body met hers from behind and, he pulled her a couple steps back, slid his cock into her. Oh, she was engorged, and he felt so fine, filling her to the max. She bent over to let him in deeper, and Britt reached up to kiss her. He totally smelled like her, tasted like her, which should have turned her off, but…she couldn’t forget coming all over him. And David. At once. She was too turned on to get turned off by something like that, especially with David inside her, about to rock her world again, and–
“Shit!” He pulled out. “No rubber. Sorry.”
Oh, hell. She’d forgotten too. What had gotten into them? “Go get one, then. And hurry,” she added, pinching his butt as he left. She tugged at Britt’s hand. “Take over ’til he gets back.”
He stood, pulled her against him, then bent his knees. “This what you want?”
She nodded and rubbed her face against his neck, as he slid into place. Bigger, tighter, all but too much in her swollen parts.
“Ah Vic, you’re so tight. Fuck.” He panted. “Fuck, I’d better go get a condom myself.”
“Don’t. Just do it.” David splashed back into the water. “Go for it, man. I’m okay with it.”
Britt resumed thrusting. Nobody had to tell him twice! He hit different parts than David did, sent her clutching, gasping against him, while he gripped her hard and pushed in for a, deep, pulsing thrust.
She was a hot, slippery mess for sure now, with Britt vacating and David sliding back in from behind. He gasped, nipped at the tendons in her shoulder. “Oh, yeah.” His hand moved around to front, where he must feel part of Britt leaking out of her, used it as lube to slip back and forth over her supersensitive clit and those other bare, slippery parts. She doubled over, wanting to squirm away from his hand, and at the same time wanting to capture it there forever. He moved his hand to her back, bringing slick fluids along, and rubbed around outside, pressed his knuckle right at the opening and held it there.
Britt sat at the edge watching her face, bracing her hands, while she came around David, milking him until he came again too, saying her name over and over.
She’d never tire of hearing that.
What the hell was she going to do?
Chapter 18
David woke in the bed with Vic and Britt, his back to them. One of Vic’s perfect little feet was tucked up behind his knee, her leg smooth against his own. Christ, it felt so damn natural there.
Two more mornings. It couldn’t be a good sign, that the thought left him feeling so shitty. Hanging out with Vic and Britt brought out all kinds of weird things in him–like the kink. He’d never been into kinky sex before, but he’d sure expanded his portfolio during this cruise! And this whole emotional attachment bit–shit. How was he supposed to play cool when this was all over and he had to go home alone, knowing they were going ho
me together? Lesson learned: next time ride the love boat solo, and only hook up with an unattached chick. One unattached chick.
Well, he doubted any other chick could’ve turned him on the way Vic did. She had just enough experience to run his engine. Quiet as he could, he turned over to look at her. Damn. Her hair seemed to take over the upper area of the bed, curly, crazy vines of red. Awake, she was a beauty, but asleep and relaxed…gorgeous like no woman he’d ever known.
Her foot shifted away, and her eyes fluttered open, blinking at his chest and then staying open a little longer each time until she looked into his eyes. Ah, those emeralds of hers. He could stare into them forever. She lifted her hand and rasped the back of her fingers along his jaw line, the softest smile on her lips, making him smile in answer. Her fingers brushed his lips and he opened to them. He’d love to kiss her, but not with morning breath. Instead, he winked. She responded with a wider smile, arching a little toward him, her eyes rounding when his fingers also touched her lips. Like a good-morning kiss. A silent I love you.
Her eyebrows shot up, and she yanked her hand away.
Had she thought the same thing he did?
Her eyes closed, then with a tiny shake of her head, she reopened them. But just wide enough for her to see, and with them narrowed like that, she looked like a cat. Purring, maybe, but not content. More like hungry. Her hand slid down his chest, straight to his cock, which, luckily, didn’t shame him and was definitely up to the task of playing cat and mouse, or whatever wild plans she came up with. She gripped him, warm, velvety, tight, and let out a little sound halfway between a growl and a purr.
Britt stirred behind her, his hand on her hip sliding forward to cup the cute, little patch of red hair on her mound.
He must be in a real state, because seeing Britt hold her like that really turned him on. Her too, since she wriggled against his hand until she trapped the fingers between her legs.
The gentle, loving Vic had morphed into a demanding one, bent on, well…bending down toward his cock. This seemed to work for Britt, who thrust against her and must be getting entry, judging by his groan.
Her breath burned against him, and she lapped with her tongue, but this wasn’t going to work very well. He sat up on his feet, his legs spread to give Vic better access.
“Mmm.” She voiced her appreciation and shifted to a kneeling position also, still stroking him while she bent low to his cock. Her mouth closed around him, all hot, slick heaven.
Fuck, this was the way to wake up.
Somewhere along the way, he’d closed his eyes, but he opened them to see Britt moving behind Vic, holding her hips in his hands. Their eyes met and Britt cocked his head to the side in a little shrug, then threw his shoulders back and slid into her. She sucked harder and David felt the tug clear to the base of his balls. Heat burned a trail up, out, and Vic moaned, swirled around his head with her tongue.
“Fuck, baby.” He could come right now, but she deserved more. He tangled his fingers in her hair and nudged her upright. Man, that fucking hair. No wonder Britt got off on it. He buried his face in it at her shoulder, nibbling a strand all the way down to a perky nipple. She tugged the hair out of the way, which was a damn shame. He sucked the nipple hard, playing with the other, while she leaned into him for more. Britt’s arms and hands were just below, wrapped around her middle. He could smell her–so hot, so wet, sounding slick and sexy while Britt moved in and out. Aw, fuck it. He couldn’t keep out of there anymore. He kept sucking, but with his free hand, he reached down to her clit. Slippery as hell, and hotter than he’d expected, and his knuckles brushed Britt’s cock. Holy fuck. Hard, wet. Hardly sure he was really doing it, he purposely left a knuckle where it could touch Britt.
Vic seemed to know, and let out a feral moan, grinding her clit against his thumb. She dripped into his hand, she was so wet. Her hands pulled his head tight against her chest and she shook against him, around him, with him.
Britt growled and leaned into them with one long thrust, cock throbbing, then solid, firm, still.
And they clung there, David still loving her breast with his mouth, her hands now gentle in his hair, Britt’s hands firm on his shoulders instead of Vic’s stomach.
When had that happened, and should it weird him out? Another man touching him while he came? Well, he’d definitely been touching Britt when he came. His cock gave a little twitch, against Vic’s leg. Fuck. He’d done it on her leg this time. They probably thought he just came all the time, wherever, like some out-of-control kid. He should move, and clean up the mess he’d made. But Goddamn, it felt good. He loved being here. Loved this.
Britt slipped his hands off his shoulders, along Vic’s sides, and pulled her hair away to her back. He kissed her neck and looked down, their eyes meeting briefly.
Another twitch, his cock reminding him what he’d just done and that he’d now gotten so kinky it didn’t bother him. Shit. This was something he could never, never tell Daniel about.
Vic wriggled against his hand, reminding him he still held her like a lifeline. He let go of her nipple with a little pop, then skimmed his hand up her belly to her cheek.
With his knees weak and his heart still racing, he might’ve been light-headed, but he was sure his chest felt tight when he looked into her eyes.
Jesus. He’d been here before, but not since high school. Not since SammyJo. And this probably wouldn’t end any better.
Vic ducked away from his hand, and disconnected herself from Britt. “I’m going to shower now.”
Britt grinned and pinched her butt as she hurried off the bed. “Want company, love?”
“No.” She didn’t look back. “I need to be alone.”
“What?” Poor Britt looked as confused as David felt.
“A woman needs her privacy sometimes, Britt. Jesus!” The bathroom door slammed shut, and the lock clicked.
“Whoa.” David sat back.
Silence, awkward as fuck.
The shower started, and the shower door banged shut.
Britt cleared his throat and looked away from the bathroom door, toward David. “Well. Two other showers in the suite. No reason we have to wait for that one, right?”
“Sure, yeah, and I should probably–” He looked down at himself, the mess. “Jesus. I’m not usually so…” What could he say? I come all over myself around your wife, and you don’t help the matter.
“Oh, that.” Britt waved his hand, but didn’t look down at The Mess. “We’ll get housekeeping up here with new bedsheets, no harm done. Can’t be the first room on this cruise with that sort of thing in the bed, now can it?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And don’t mind Vic. She’s no doubt worried about business.” Britt didn’t look too convinced, though. His eyebrows hunched down while he rubbed the stubble on his face. “Shall we go have a look at what that harebrained blogger broadcast about me today?”
“Um. Sure. I’ll just go clean up, and meet you at the table.” He had the acute need for some privacy too, to put his head on straight.
“Right, then.” Britt reached into his drawer and grabbed a pair of shorts. “I’ll order some breakfast up, as well.”
* * * *
David settled into a seat at the table outside. Still no sign of Vic, so he hadn’t taken too long showering and shaving.
Britt grabbed a silver dish from the room service cart, then turned the laptop. “Have a look at what we missed yesterday.”
Day 4 on Aphrodite in one line? All jerk and no lay makes the Jack-off a dull ploy.
Today’s featured contest, sponsored by–you guessed it–Lay-Techs Condom Company, was a race that involved putting a condom on an erect penis, and then filling it. Out of five “heats” throughout the afternoon the 2 fastest “teams” advanced to a finals round after dinner, giving even participants in the last heat a suitable recovery time. Prizes? Everyone placing first through third in the final round won a lifetime supply of–you guessed it again–Lay-Techs Condom
s and lube, and the first place winner also won a free fantasy excursion to Fantasy Mountain. This was a very entertaining contest to watch. It’s truly amazing how fast some guys can get off. The real bitch of it? The first place winner was a one-man team. Yep, you read it right. This guy can jerk himself off in under two minutes. So why the hell does he need a trip to Fantasy Mountain? Or latex, for that matter. He’s clearly got all he needs right on the pages of that People magazine he toted around with him. No, I don’t know whose photo he used. Nor do I want to. The only gratifying moment for the spectators was watching him fumble with the condom in both the qualifying heat and final round–he obviously doesn’t need protection for his “me, myself, and I” orgies. Still, watching the competition was damn hot. Desire is definitely not waning on this cruise!
Notably missing from the festivities? The Glamorous Grants. No Victoria officiating–Cruise director Shawna did the honors–and no terrorist Brett “skulking about,” gathering recon. Word is they’ve both taken ill.
Or have they? God. Please don’t let them have some gnarly cruise-ship stomach bug the Gritty Gossip Girl is gonna catch! Do the Gossip Olfactories smell marital trouble? Or did Erotica’s Sweethearts just need to get away from their getaway? We can only hope Victoria finally noticed her husband’s philandering eye.
Until tomorrow,
G-G-girl
David whistled. “Damn. Some chick really has it in for you.”
Brett shrugged. “First time we’ve been called Erotica’s Sweethearts, at least to my knowledge.”
Actually, it was somewhat fitting. What kind of crazy nickname would the Gritty Girl come up with for him, and what he’d been doing with Vic and Britt?
She’d never have the chance.
