by J. A. Low
“Oscar wanted to fulfill an experience that his sub wanted, I helped and that’s all there is to it.”
Axel and I may be twins, and we are very similar in a lot of our ways, but when it comes to sex, I guess we are poles apart.
“So you don’t do anything with her outside of the club?” I ask Oscar.
“We both agreed that we keep what we have in the club, she doesn’t practice D/s outside of the bedroom, it’s just her kink.”
“And you do?”
“No because of the press. Could you imagine if TMZ got a hold of this, especially after Fifty Shades of Grey? They would have a field day. I don’t need my family knowing what I get up to behind closed doors,” Oscar explains.
“But you trust Stacey?”
“Hell yeah I do, she is a great girl, plus she is already in our inner circle and she hasn’t sold anything yet. She is best friends with your girls so that means something.”
I nod in agreement, he’s right.
“So what happens if she goes to the club without you?” Evan asks.
“Then she has fun without me.” Oscar smiles.
“And you are okay with that?” I ask.
“Of course, we are not exclusive, but we have agreed that she will only be my sub and I will only be her Dom, that is where we are exclusive.”
“What does that mean? Isn’t that the same thing?” I’m glad Evan asked the question, geez I am getting a real education on my friends’ sex lives today.
“That means, when we are at the club together she wears my collar, showing people that she is mine, there are rules that people need to engage in once she is collared, outside of those times she is free to do what she likes with anyone else.”
“This is all so confusing, but I guess as long as you all understand the rules, then that’s good.” Oscar nods at me. Who knew trying to find out gossip would be so…interesting.
***
“This is the one.” I stand out the front of the sprawling estate.
The real estate agent rattles off the details of the home, ten bedrooms, twelve bathrooms. The coolest thing is the indoor sports center which includes an indoor pool, sauna, spa, squash court, basketball court, games rooms and pool room. Outside is another pool, swim up bar, tennis court, equestrian center and winter sports cabin. Inside boasts some awesome things also; a cellar, movie theatre, an enormous master suite that looks out over the mountains, down past the valley where there is a river and lakes, the list goes on. It’s also situated on ten acres of land.
“This is pretty cool,” Axel says in awe, looking at the huge house in front of us.
“It’s perfect for us, and the extended family.”
He just nods in agreement, staring at the imposing structure made of stone.
“The estate also has four luxury cabins sprawled out amongst the acreage for guests.”
“There you go, boys, you each have a cabin.” This is the place. I can see Ness and I coming up here in the winter with the kids, teaching them to ski, even in the summer we can come here to ride horses and go hiking. All our friends and family with us, the sound of kids laughing with excitement, this is what I am looking forward to.
“I’ll take it.”
It’s Derrick’s thirtieth birthday extravaganza, his words not mine, and we are taking the Dirty Texas jet to the Caribbean for the weekend. Like I said, extravaganza. If I’m honest I am kind of excited to be spending the next couple of days with my sexy wife on a deserted island, watching her prance around in a skimpy bikini, making love on the beach, making love under the stars, pretty much looking forward to spending the whole entire time in her.
“It’s party time bitches,” Derrick squeals as he enters our private plane. The flight attendant has a tray full of tequila shots ready for everyone entering the plane. We all throw them back and spy the buckets of champagne on ice. The girls quickly get to popping them and pouring glasses for each other. I think it’s going to be a wild ride the way everyone is knocking back the drinks.
“You should see my moves on the pole. I honestly don’t understand why I am still single. I’m hot,” Derrick mumbles as he grabs the stripper pole that is in the middle of the cabin. Long flights call for wicked fun. By this stage we had drunk a lot. Most of us are pretty messy, that includes Derrick. But the girls urge him on as he swings around the pole.
“Take it off, take it off,” the girls chant at Derrick.
“You like what you see, ladies,” he croons. “What about you, Chris, want to see more?” he flirts with me. I love, D, he’s one of my best buddies, and I’m flattered he has a huge crush on me because Derrick is a good looking guy, extremely good looking, and if I liked dick, then yes I would most definitely like Derrick, but unfortunately for him I am strictly vaginal or is that virginal, no that’s not right. Fuck, too many tequilas making my head hurt.
“Take it off, take it off,” I chant with the girls, which makes Vanessa giggle. My hollering spurs Derrick on and he starts taking off his shirt, which he flings at me. Then he tries and takes his jeans off but is horribly unbalanced due to the large amount of alcohol he has consumed and falls over a couple of times, making us all laugh. Eventually he pulls them off and throws them at Oscar, who doesn’t look impressed at all. “Ragnar, cheer up,” Derrick slurs at Oscar. That’s his nickname for him, after the famous Viking. Now he is standing in his boxer briefs, hip thrusting the pole.
I lean over to Ness. “I am so horny right now,” I whisper into her ear.
“I didn’t realize Derrick stripping did it for you.”
“As sexy as he is…” I look over at Derrick who is currently hip thrusting against a chair, “…my dick only has thoughts of a sexy, hot Australian girl, who is married to a rock star.”
“What? Your dick wants Sienna?”
“What? No,” I shout, making the room quiet. “Sorry, carry on,” I tell Derrick. “You…I want to fuck you.” I make sure she understands it’s her my dick wants.
“I know, baby, I just like making you squirm.” She smiles.
“That’s it.” I jump out of my seat and pick her up. She squeals as I throw her over my shoulder.
“You alright there, Ness?” Axel calls out as I pass the boys.
“I think my husband wants to show me something.”
“I bet he does,” Finn adds.
I flip him the bird as I carry Vanessa into his bedroom. Throwing her onto the bed she bounces a couple of times. “Remember last time we were in here?” I ask her. She looks at me for a moment, her brain foggy from being upside down and too much champagne.
“On our way to London…” She trails off, she has a faraway look on her face. I think she remembers exactly what happened last time.
“Remember how everyone else was asleep…” I jump onto the bed, my body crawling up over hers. “You had been teasing me the whole flight, wearing that dress, the one that made you look like a dirty librarian, it molded to the curves of your body to perfection.” I press her into the bed with my body weight. “You were a naughty girl, walking past me, telling me you weren’t wearing any underwear. Do you have any idea how fucking hard I instantly got?”
She gives me a wicked smile, her teeth sinking into her lip as she nods her head.
“You were doing it on purpose, I understand that now,” I growl in frustration. “You liked to tease me back then, and it was hard because I couldn’t always have you when I wanted you.”
“I know, I liked knowing that I affected you.” She smiles, her hand reaching down against my jeans and palming my aching length. “Just like I do now.” Her fingers rub against me making me hiss.
“But it’s different now, isn’t it?”
She nods.
“Because I can have you anytime I want?”
She nods again.
“I want you, Ness.” My lips come down upon hers in a drunken, lust filled kiss. The kiss is full of passion as we frantically pull each other’s clothes off. We work slower than normal, due
to the amount of alcohol we have consumed, but before we know it we are both naked on the bed, her nails are ripping into my back and my hands are palming her breasts. We are wild and frenzied when I slide inside of her, it is quick and hard. “You are as fucking tight as you were then. Fucking heaven.” As I piston into her, the bed is creaking with the ferociousness that I am taking her.
“Fuck me harder,” Ness moans, and I oblige, my balls slapping her ass as I try to satisfy her the best way I know how. “Harder, baby, harder.” Her fingers bite into my ass cheeks, pushing me to fill her all the way, my girth stretching her, making her mine all over again. “Yes, Christian, yes,” she screams as my dick finds the perfect spot inside of her, the one that I know sets her off like a fucking firecracker.”
“Fuck, Ness, fuck,” I scream as I come not long after her. We both collapse into a sweaty, exhausted mess. Closing our eyes, we drift off to dreamland.
***
“Harder, harder,” Finn mocks when Vanessa and I join the gang back in the main area a couple hours later.
“Fuck you, asshole.” I flip him the bird.
“Oh my God,” Vanessa shrieks at Finn’s crude joke.
“Yeah, I think you said that as well,” Axel laughs.
I clip him around the ear, he’s an asshole too.
“It was hot.” Derrick joins me. “You obviously know how to please a woman,” he adds, giving me a wink.
“Hell yeah I do.” I wrap my arm around a very embarrassed Vanessa.
“Shut up all of you,” Vanessa scolds all of our friends.
“It’s all good, Ness, ʼcause Evan and Sienna where signing the same tune not that long ago as well,” Camryn adds. “You’re not the only one worshipping to God today.”
***
It was probably not the best idea to have drunk so much on the plane because once we arrived at the airport we had to catch a boat to the island, let’s just say a lot of people were hugging the sides.
“Thank God for land.” Derrick falls dramatically into the white sand.
There is a traditional Caribbean steel band greeting us on arrival, but with the way we are feeling we are not the happiest of travelers, we are all a little green around the gills. The manager is there to greet us as well with fresh fruit cocktails.
“Welcome to Azure Bay. I’m sure you are all tired after the long journey.” He looks at us, and yeah we look like shit. “So we will get you settled into the home and then we can leave you alone.” We walk through the hot sand toward the palm trees, and there waiting for us is a fleet of golf carts. “The easiest way to get around the island is via these.” He points to the carts. We all jump in, and I can already see this is going to be a bad idea.
“After you, my beautiful wife.” I gesture to Vanessa as she steps into the cart.
“Thank you, husband.” She smiles at me, color coming back to her cheeks.
“We’re jumping in with you guys, I don’t trust those boys,” Isla says.
Finn, Oscar, Axel and Derrick have all grabbed a cart each and zoom off before all of us. I can already tell that someone is probably going to roll one or fall out of it. Evan, Sienna, Stacey and Charlotte are in the other. Camryn rides with the manager up front.
“Please don’t go crazy unless you want me to spew all over you,” Vanessa warns as I start off with a little too much throttle, I ease off the gas and go at the same pace as Evan’s cart. I can hear all the boys up front hollering and yelling abuse at each other.
“I bet someone gets hurt by the time we make it to the house,” Isla says.
“Ten dollars it’s Derrick, he is pretty drunk,” Vanessa giggles.
“So is Finn,” I butt in.
“True, but Axel is super competitive,” Isla states.
“Oscar will probably sit back and watch them all fuck themselves over and win by default,” I add and we all laugh at that.
We pass through the palm trees that line the walkways, the gorgeous beach is on our left, and as far as the eye can see is white sandy beach and turquoise water, sheer paradise. The rest of Derrick’s party are coming a couple of days later, so it’s just going to be our crew until then. We arrive at the most glorious architecturally designed house, all glass and wood; the walls open to the elements and looking out directly to the ocean.
“The accommodation is made up of three large buildings all connected by breezeways. We are currently standing in the main building; from here you will find your dining and living areas. There is a bar, games room, library, cellar, movie theatre, also a sauna and spa area. The pool you can see here runs all the way around the three buildings. From most bedrooms you can step out right into the pool. Of course, all views from your rooms look out to the ocean. Our chef and butler will be on stand by and when the rest of your guests arrive we have a couple extra staff to help with anything you want.” The Manager hands Camryn a folder and says his goodbyes.
“Okay, I have everyone’s keys; luggage is being taken to your rooms as we speak.” Camryn starts handing out the keys. “I hope you don’t mind but I put you married couples on one side of the house and the single guys on the other,” she states as she hands out our keys.
I love my boys, but yeah good idea. I can see that wing of the house being a total frat house. We all agree to meet up for dinner later, we say our goodbyes and head to our rooms. I push open the door and before Ness can take a step inside I sweep her off her feet into my arms, making her squeal.
“Christian.”
“Look, I am treating this as a kind of honeymoon, so I am taking my wife over the threshold.” This makes her giggle; she doesn’t wiggle as I walk into the grand room.
“Oh my God, this is stunning,” Vanessa gasps, and it is, no words can describe the beauty of what is laid out before us. The whole side of our room is one big glass wall and all you can see is the turquoise water. Gently, I put Vanessa down as we walk toward the glass door. I pull it open and we walk out onto the deck, the pool’s water laps at the edge of it and our room is screened off from the others beside us. Beyond the screen are palm trees, white beach and ocean. “This is paradise,” Vanessa marvels.
I wrap my arms around my wife and we silently take in the view, a couple of moments pass and I nuzzle her neck. “You know I am so going to fuck you in this pool.” This makes her laugh.
“I’m pretty sure we aren’t going to be the only ones doing it in the pool,” she laughs.
“Gross, on second thought…that king size bed we passed looks pretty good as well.”
“I need a shower, then a nap.”
“I don’t mind helping you with those things.” I give my wife’s ass a squeeze.
“I’m dying,” Christian moans from beside me.
“We all are, bro,” Axel groans.
“Such a bunch of light weights.” Derrick smiles as he drinks a cocktail by the pool.
“But it was the best night ever, if I say so myself,” Camryn also groans beside me, her Jackie O glasses hiding her hangover.
Last night we celebrated Derrick’s thirtieth birthday and you could say things got crazy and pretty wild, especially with all the extra guests around. Camryn and her business partner Kimberly, who flew in from New York to help, had organized a stunning beach barbeque. There were long tables set up on the beach, a bonfire, cabanas set up in the sand decorated with white lace and fairy lights; it was magical. She organized for Derrick to be carried out by four, half naked men. Of course she had designed a floral crown for him to wear and a throne for him to sit at. He looked like King Tut as he arrived at the barbeque, waving to his waiting subjects. I guess it could have been worse; he might have arrived via elephant.
There was an outdoor bar and a DJ duo, called Duo, played the tunes; they were also recently signed to Dirty Texas Records. As the night progressed, Sons of Brooklyn pulled out their acoustic guitars and serenaded Derrick. It was sweet, even though you could see the strain between Chance and Derrick. True to her word, Camryn gifted him the hottest, singl
e men she knew and he most definitely opened up all his presents. It was his birthday after all.
“You know what I will remember most.” Derrick grins.
We all shake our heads because we have no idea.
“Christian’s lap dance,” Derrick says with a huge smile.
“Please tell me no one recorded it,” Christian groans from his chair.
“I made sure no one recorded it, baby,” I soothe, giving him a kiss on his very prickly skin.
“You’re a good woman,” he mumbles, his large arms covering his eyes.
I asked Christian last night if he could strip to a G-string and give Derrick a lap dance. Let me tell you he was not keen on the idea, but I plied him full of tequila and then told him he could do whatever he wanted to me, if he did this for Derrick. When you wave that flag in front of a bull’s face he’s going to charge. Well, did Christian put on a show! It was the funniest thing I had ever seen. He was dressed up as a police man, I have no idea where he got the outfit from, I kind of don’t want to know. He pushed Derrick up against a palm tree and gave him a frisking he will never forget. He gave everyone a treat as he slowly started to strip out of his policeman’s uniform as he pushed Derrick onto a chair and threw his clothes into his face. When he pulled off his pants and saw Christian had on nothing but a G-string, I thought he was going to have a heart attack right there. He was in shock as Christian’s white ass twerked in his face. He did such a great job that I am demanding he gives me a lap dance at least once a week, my man’s got moves.
“I think everyone enjoyed that,” Camryn giggles as she snuggles up with Harris, her New Yorker boyfriend. He is totally Cammie’s type; tall, built, and a workaholic. He has that air of East Coast privilege about him. It took him a while to loosen up, but when he did he was a lot of fun.
“Hey,” Harris scolds, capturing Camryn’s lips against his. “You shouldn’t be looking at your bestie’s man.”
“I don’t think anyone had a choice, it was all out there,” Axel adds.
“I know everyone appreciated my performance last night, because look at me, who wouldn’t.” He’s so modest, my husband.
