by Bobbi Brattz
Sighing, Mike sat back in his chair. “Tait invests some of his money to build proper schools and educate the Costa Rican children. Most kids will learn a trade from a young age but never go to school.”
“Oh, my. I commend you for that, Tait, it’s very…”
He cut her off with a wave of his hand. “I don’t require praise. I do it because there’s a need, that’s all.”
“Gee, bite my head off why don’t you?” she snapped, ready to get up and leave.
Before he could say anything, Miguel brought the wine and poured it in silence as though sensing the tension. Before he left, Jada turned to him.
“Gracias, Miguel.”
“Mucho gusto, senorita.”
“Jada, por favor.”
Nodding, Miguel left them with a big smile on his face.
“You speak Spanish?” Mike asked.
“I watched Sesame Street,” she muttered, gulping her wine.
When the food came, Jada stared down at her plate for a moment then excused herself abruptly to go to the bathroom. She was gone for so long that Tait went after her.
“Jada, are you in there?” he called out, knocking on the door lightly.
“Yes. I’m coming out.” When she opened the door he saw how pale she was and became immediately concerned.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?” He felt her forehead with his palm.
She pushed his hand away gently.
“No, it’s just that…that fish, it was staring up at me and I felt so bad for it.”
“The fish?”
“On the plate. The head is still on it.”
Tait burst out laughing and pulled her close, loving the way she was so sensitive about things that most people wouldn’t even notice.
“You are a treasure. That’s how they serve them down here. Come on, we’ll figure something out.” He paused for a moment, turning her to face him. Tipping her chin up, he gave her a gentle smile. “Look, I’m sorry I barked at you. I told you I have a temper.”
“Tait, I admire you for helping others. I would admire anyone for that. Besides, you can make it up to me later…in bed.” With a cheeky grin, she reached up and kissed him.
“It’s a deal. Let’s go eat. Our dinner’s getting cold.” Uncomfortable with her praise, he changed the subject, slipping an arm around her waist as he walked her back to the table.
Snuggling in close, she put her arm around him too, and was soon sitting back in her chair, her eyes avoiding the fish.
“She can’t stand seeing the fish staring at her while she tries to eat him,” Tait explained to Mike, fighting not to laugh.
Mike’s large hand swiped slowly down his face, hiding his grin, his eyes conspicuously moist.
“Here,” he said in a choked voice. “Let’s try this.” Mike took his tomato and lay it over the head of her fish then went quickly back to his meal, his face turning a dark shade of red as he struggled to control himself.
In the same predicament as his friend, Tait took a quick sip of his wine and waited to see what she would do. She fascinated him.
As though satisfied that her problem was solved, Jada carefully dug into the tender meat and tasted the red snapper.
“Oh, it’s delicious!”
Both men suddenly began coughing and excused themselves from the table.
“Hey, where are you going?” she cried.
“Back in a minute,” Mike said quickly.
Together the men walked to the other side of the restaurant. Tait looked back and saw that she was digging into the meal with gusto. Nearly losing it, he raced around the corner with Mike where they laughed until they cried.
They were halfway home when Jada remembered the cloth.
“Oh, my gosh, I forgot to go to the bank! That poor lady is probably waiting for me. Please take me back to town.” Jada sat forward in her seat, upset.
Grinning Tait pulled her back.
“We can come back into town tomorrow to get it. The bank is closed now.”
“But I feel terrible! She must be terribly disappointed with me.”
“She’ll just keep it for us for a few days. She’s a smart business lady. Relax.”
“Can we go in first thing in the morning? I hate it when people think ill of me.”
When Tait just stared down at her with a strange expression on his face for a moment, Jada thought he hadn’t heard her. His eyes melted into hers and she felt shivers of awareness run up her spine like he’d just touched her soul. His mouth seized hers in a powerful kiss, taking her breath away. The bumpy road caused them to scrape their teeth together. Tait lifted his head then pulled her into a hug.
“What was that all about?” she murmured in his ear.
“You just keep being you, Jada. Never change,” he growled.
Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get back to the villa. Butterflies stirred in her lower belly.
As she turned back to look at the road behind them, Mike winked at her. He’d lost the coin toss and had to sit in the back of the van, much to Tait’s pleasure. Mike paid Tait back by massaging Jada’s shoulders, making her moan with pleasure until Tait resolved that by putting his arm on the back of the seat behind her. He caught Mike’s eyes in the rear view mirror and grinned at him. Mike stuck his tongue out making Tait chuckle.
Watching them, Jada snickered. “Do you two always compete?”
Raising his eyebrows, Mike nodded. “Of course. I always have to prove how much better at everything I am than he is.”
Snorting, Tait kissed her again until she completely forgot what they were talking about. To her, they were neck and neck in their private race.
Opening the bedroom door for her, Tait grinned. Jada wondered what was going on, figuring it was going to be another long night in bed and smiled back. When she looked toward the bed, her eyes flew wide open and she stopped in her tracks. The entire bed was covered with every item she’d touched or admired at Coco Beach that day.
“What on Earth? How did you buy all this stuff without me seeing you?”
Snickering, Mike answered. “We bought it when you weren’t looking then had Rodrigo bring it back here and set it up while we ate dinner.”
“Tait, Mike, I can’t accept all this stuff. It would be like…payment!” she cried, turning to them with tears in her eyes.
Both men lost their smiles, their expressions brimming with anger as they moved toward her. Jada backed up until the backs of her knees met the mattress and sat down hard. Suddenly afraid, she looked up at them and waited for the yelling to start. She was surprised when Tait held out a finger and tapped her nose lightly as he spoke.
“You are not getting payment. These are gifts. They pleased you so we bought them. If you ever talk like that again, you’ll get such a spanking you won’t be able to walk for a week!”
His low growl told her just how upset with her comment he was yet this time he controlled himself.
Realizing that he’d never hurt her, she grinned.
“I’ve never been spanked before. Still, it feels like I’m being paid for…”
“Stop! You’re really pushing it, missy. Just accept them as gifts from your two favorite admirers and leave it at that, okay?” Mike warned.
“Does this mean I don’t get the spanking?” Her impish grin was the men’s undoing.
Tait turned his back on her, his shoulders suddenly shaking while Mike covered his face with his hands.
In a tight voice, Tait said, “First you play with your new gifts then you will definitely get a spanking.” Turning back to her, he took her by the arms and pulled her close, kissing her with an almost violent passion. “And trust me, you’re going to enjoy every minute.” His husky voice and wild passion left her dizzy and shaking with need before he released her.
“Can I have a spanking too?” Mike asked.
“Sure,” she said, distracted for a moment. Suddenly her eyes lit up. “Do we have any liqueur? Then we can lick it off your sore bum to make it feel b
etter.”
“Where do you get these ideas?” Tait asked, his voice raising an octave.
“Videos, of course!”
The room filled with laughter.
Chapter Seven
Decisions, Decisions
Once the bed was cleared of purchases and they were packed in Jada’s suitcase, she stood back and began to slowly strip off her clothing, making sure her men were watching. Her eyes closed as she inched down the zipper of her shorts, parting her lips and running her tongue over them to moisten them. Moaning, she popped open the button and swayed her hips as her shorts slipped past them and finally dropped to the floor.
Next, she used only her thumbs to lift her shirt, her body weaving a sensual dance to some unheard song. Each movement was slow, measured, meant to torture the eyes that were glued to her every move. Her belly tightened as she pulled the shirt up and over her head, throwing it away from her. She hadn’t worn a bra so her breasts were free, the nipples taut and pointed in arousal as she touched them. The only thing she had left on was a pink lace g–string.
Opening her eyes when she heard movement, she held up her hand to stop them from approaching.
“It would pleasure me to see you both strip.” She thought they hadn’t heard her when they just stood there watching her with heated looks. Louder, she said, “Now!” Once more motioning to them with her hand to take off their own clothing, she continued her siren dance.
In seconds the men were naked, their cocks standing proud and dripping with cum.
“Don’t move.” Jada then turned her back on them. In a slow rotation, she continued her dance, slipping her fingers into the sides of the string. She began edging the garment down over her hips, her bottom gyrating as the material floated down to the floor.
Slowly, Jada began to slide her hands down along her legs inch by inch until she was bent over, fingers around her ankles. Splaying her fingers across her butt cheeks, she turned to look over her shoulder at Tait and Mike and smiled, slowly rolling her back upward until she stood tall, caressing her hips.
She pretended it was their touch on her tender skin; loving, gentle, and exciting. Her thighs became moist as her body responded to the sexual tension in the room. Adding a sensual moan she turned to face them, her hands moving to her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples.
“Boys? Now that we’re all naked, you know what we’re going to do?” she asked in a sexy voice.
The men shook their heads, letting her lead the way.
Suddenly racing to the open door, she shouted, “Play ‘Catch Me If You Can!” Laughing she raced out the door and disappeared down the hall.
“Hey!” they cried in unison.
Seconds later they were right on her tail. Jada ran into the large common room that they’d never even used. She ran around the leather sofa and waited for them to catch up.
Giggling, she taunted, “Man, are you two ever slow! I could beat you both in a race.”
Leering, Tait began stalking her from one side of the sofa while an equally devious Mike moved around the other side. Jada screamed and tore around a small table, knocking over a tall vase. Gasping, she stopped, horrified that it was going to fall and smash, but Tait caught and righted it so she kept going, heading for the kitchen.
Her breathless laughter awaited them behind the large butcher block island as Tait and Mike entered the kitchen with confident strides.
“She can’t get away now,” Mike said, grinning. “There’s only one entrance and nowhere to go.”
Jada shook her head. “You never know, I may just get by you.”
“Not a chance, my pretty.” Tait made a grab for her and missed.
Mike reached out, trying to catch her arm but she pulled back in time, squealing. Seeing her chance, she made a break for it and tried to race past Tait but he caught her around the waist, lifting her high in his arms while she screamed with laughter.
Laying her down on the butcher’s block, he rested his arms on her abdomen to hold her down while he had a conversation with Mike.
“She looks good enough to eat, don’t you think, Mike?”
Leering at her, Mike went to the fridge and pulled out a bowl of cut fruit.
“I’d say we dress her up a bit. What do you think, Tait?”
“Mmm, strawberries, papaya, melons, and pineapple, mmm…delicious! Let’s add some chocolate too.”
“No! It’s going to be cold. Don’t do it!” she cried, swiping at the tears of mirth streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to get free.
“We have to have dessert. You’re it tonight. Now, where do we start?” Mike took the bottle of chocolate syrup and began at her breasts, trickling it all over her nipples then down the valley toward her navel, circling it so that her belly–ring wouldn’t get dirty.
“It’s freezing, Mike, stop it,” she shrieked.
Ignoring her, he moved down between her legs which hung over the sides of the island and picked them up, placing them over his shoulders.
“Hey, here’s a spot that could use a little sweetener. Open up and say awe now,” he teased, dribbling chocolate over her clitoris and mound.
“That tickles!” she cried, squirming.
Taking a piece of pineapple from the bowl, Tait began rubbing it over her turgid nipple.
Arching her back as the sensations took her breath away, she cried out.
“Just let the cool seep in. Feel it, Jada.” Slipping the fruit into his mouth he leaned down and began laving her nipple, holding the fruit there until she was pulling his hair and moaning.
“Hand me some papaya, Tait,” Mike said. When he had his piece of fruit, he began rubbing it over Jada’s clitoris and mound, moving it deep into her folds.
Gripping the edge of the island, Jada cried out.
“Wait, wait. I have an idea!” she said, panting.
Intrigued, the men stopped.
“I saw this video once where the woman was on a table, sort of like this and she…well, Tait, come around here and stand at my head. Bring the chocolate.” Grinning she watched as he hurried to do her bidding, his eyes filled with curiosity.
“Mike, you’re at that end and you’re already doing the right thing. Sorry, but you’re going to have to wait to get yours this time.”
“Just touching you gives me pleasure, Jada,” he said. His voice was husky with desire.
Blushing, Jada moved herself slightly into position and dropped her head backward over the edge of the counter.
“Now, I don’t know if this will work but same rules apply as last time. I trust you to stop if I get into trouble, Tait. Now dribble some chocolate on that big boy so I can have some dessert too,” she ordered. Tait was quick to obey.
“Mmm. Now, hands on the sides of my head, Master. I don’t know if he’ll go down my throat this way, but I’m curious to try. Give him to me.”
Her final order was followed and Tait placed the head of his member between her lips, groaning when she took him inside and began licking the chocolate off, working magic with her tongue.
With an animal like growl, his hands tightened on her head. Gently he moved in and out, helping her to adjust to his size. Bigger than Mike, she worried that she might not be able to take him yet was bound and determined to give it her best effort.
Jada took the control out of his hands by reaching around and digging her fingers into his butt cheeks, pulling him all the way inside. Then she guided him to the rhythm she wanted and used her tongue to drive him to the edge of his control. Tait was gasping, groaning, gripping her head for all he was worth while Mike began his sweet assault.
The sensations of him licking the fruit and chocolate from her mound and her clitoris, sucking and pulling on it gently with his teeth had Jada squirming, helpless. Moaning deep in her throat around Tait’s cock, hips jerked and lifted off the table as Mike pleasured her.
Out of her mind with excitement, she tightened her legs on his back, pulling him closer. Chuckling against her tender skin he
worked on her with greater speed as if he knew that she was about to climax. By the way Tait’s body tightened, he wasn’t far behind.
Her hand slipped between her forehead and Tait’s legs to grasp his genitals, squeezing them gently. He cried out, his fingertips gripping her hair in near desperation.
“Oh, God, baby, I can’t take much more. Do you want me to pull out?”
In answer she dug her fingers into his cheeks again and pulled him in deeper, urging him to move faster.
“Ah! I’m coming…Jada, baby…” With a roar Tait released in her mouth while Mike brought Jada to peak as soon as she’d finished swallowing.
Her scream was muffled by Tait’s member as her whole body rocked from the power of her climax. Tait pulled out as soon as she let him and lifted her in his arms.
“Are you okay?” he asked. His eyes were filled with concern.
She could only nod and curl into his body. Then she looked at Mike and began to laugh. His face was covered in chocolate. Tait followed her gaze and he too began to laugh.
Both men said, “Shower!” at the same time, and off they all went.
The trio spent a day on a tour. First they rode on wire cables through the rainforest treetops on the canopy rides. A series of cables ended on tree platforms one after the other, allowed them to race over the trees and hills, shouting and laughing all the way. There were seven platforms in total. Tour guides helped them into their harnesses and showed them how to control their descent speed then, one at a time, hooked them up on the wire and sent them off.
“Are you ready to go?” Mike asked. He was next in line. The run was so long they couldn’t see where the next platform was.
“I can’t wait,” Jada said, with serious doubt in her voice.
“I’ve done this a lot of times. It’s perfectly safe. Just do exactly what the guides taught you and remember to keep your ankles crossed.”
Tait gave a little tug on her harness that made her fall into him and land against his muscular chest. She gasped and grabbed hold of him, staring in horror over the railing to the branches below.
“Don’t ever do that again! I could have fallen. How high up are we?” she asked. Her eyes were focused on the leaves as she tried to see the ground below.
