by Evelyn Hill
It must have worked.
Antonio held out his hand to me without saying a word. The anger had fled his eyes, and only concern was left in them. I took his hand, and walked back to the shore with him.
I glanced back at Eric, he just stood there with a look of amusement on his lips. I could tell why Connie liked him. His hand dipped into his shorts, and I felt a sudden rush of heat to my face as I knew what he was doing and what he was thinking of. He hadn’t cum while out in the waves, he’d only made me.
Back on shore, the others had started a bonfire. Antonio hadn’t said a word, only tenderly wrapped his arms around me and we swayed by the fire.
After a while, I had laid down on the grass to dry out by the fire and he had gone for a swim.
People left by twos and threes, sometimes by themselves. I wondered if Eric went home with Connie, but shortly later I heard her voice moaning behind a beach log. She’d screamed Eric’s name, and I knew he was with her.
I guess I’d felt a touch of jealousy, but that had faded with Antonio’s sun kissed skin pressed into mine, his strong arms around me as we danced. He’d heard Eric and Connie, too. And that is when he whispered, gently and sincerely, to me. “I want to be more to you than that, Iris.”
Those words made me feel ashamed and guilty for the cheap thrill I’d had with Eric out in the lake.
I didn’t know how to respond, so I only gripped and held Antonio tighter. We’d been like that ever since waiting and listening as everyone left.
It’s only us now.
I hear rustling in the forest—or is it?
3
I lick him again, slower. “You taste like cinnamon and cloves.”
I hear a deep rumble of a laugh inside his chest, and lay my ear against him as he caresses my long hair.
Antonio says, “I was baking pies before I came here today.”
I tilt my head back and look him in the eye. “Are you a cook?”
“I’m a baker. Took over the business several years ago.”
“Oh my god, the Viking is a baker too.” I rub my face against his skin and inhale his sweet, spicy skin.
He snorts. “Viking?”
I say, “Do you wear black shirts to work?”
He smiles that gorgeous, sincere smile of his. “No,” he says. “Only when I want to impress a beautiful redhead.”
A lump forms in my throat and I can’t talk.
He laughs again. “I get off work at eleven. We open very early in the morning.”
A little after eleven on Wednesdays and Fridays is when he visits the shop, it makes me blush. “I say, it must be very late for you now.”
His voice is deep. “Is it? I haven’t noticed.” His hand inches up from my hip and he gently caresses my full breast. His thumb fondles my erect nipple and I’m in heaven. I am envious of the sugary dough he squeezed and rolled and shaped day in and day out.
Antonio whispers, “I think we’re alone now.”
“Mmm...” is all I could say. And he starts rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger as if he were rolling a small pie tart.
“Fuck,” comes out of my lips. I can’t help it.
And suddenly he’s kissing me. He’s kissing my forehead, eyes, cheeks, then lips. My mouth frantically opens and closes around his tongue as he slowly caresses mine. My fingers clutch at the hair on his chest, feeling the muscles ripple under my palm, and then his lips leave mine and travel downward.
He kisses down my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. His tongue flicks in and out diving down between the cleavage of my breasts and then he buries his head there.
I grasp his hair and groan.
My body is in pure ecstasy. His hands press into the small of my back as he licks and teases with his teeth. I tug his full head of hair toward my right breast and bites my nipple roughly. I cry out and laugh in surprise, and feel my clit jolt between my legs.
There’s a slight pop! and my bikini top is history. He pulls down the right side of the fabric, licking my bare nipple, caressing and rolling it between his lips, then moves to the left side, tossing my top aside.
I feel wetness burst between my legs, and I’m overcome with an insatiable need. I’m riding the waves of lust. I want him between my legs. Now.
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Antonio won’t have that yet. He’s traveling down my abs, hammering his tongue inside my belly button.
“Oh!” I cry out. He works his way around the top of my left hip, biting and nipping at my bikini strings tied in a loose knot.
He unties it with his teeth like he’s done a million times.
I’m throbbing. My whole body racked between need and desire. He lifts my right thigh, licking inside it gently before guiding it over his ox’s shoulder. He grasps my buttocks supporting me as I groan and my body bucks into his face. He bites and licks at the small bit of fabric that separates my “lips” and his. He bites at my hot, throbbing bead, and when I think I can’t take it anymore, he moves the fabric aside and plunges inside with his tongue, rapidly flicking in and out, in and out. Then he goes for my clit, flicking it, rubbing it, and when his teeth gently collapse around it and he sucks, I am flying and falling.
Literally falling, I can no longer stand.
He holds me up under my arms, gently unwrapping my thigh from around his shoulder and I immediately crumble to my knees. I look up, pleading with the sex god that was also a baker. He is breathing deeply, his massive chest rising and falling. His face is flushed, his lips…engorged…beastly.
I want to kiss them.
But instead, I rise up on my knees, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
He is indeed “peeking” out his shorts and as I draw near, I see his cock flex, a glisten of a dewdrop appears on top.
I glance back up to his face. There is need his dark eyes. He moans and it sounds like a soft howl of wolf.
I can’t help but imagine that he is the Rose Beast.
I slip down his shorts, softly, gently. I take hold of his enormous shaft, close my eyes, and slide him into my mouth, imagining it is the girth of the beast who lures lonely maidens into the woods. He tastes like the lake, like the soft rose petals falling from their buds. Yum. I roll him between my lips, whirling my tongue around and around like I might the top of an ice cream cone.
He groans, “Iris!” and grasps my long hair. I know what he wants. And I swallow him into the back of my mouth, close to my throat. I swallow and suck wanting to taste more, more, MORE. I then bobbed my head up, then back down, up, down, up. Roses, honey suckles, lavender filling my taste buds. I can’t get enough. He is of the forest, sky and lake. A fairy tale and sex god in one.
I work it faster, harder, anxious to taste the sweet burst of his body, but he pulls back and grasps my cheeks as he slides out. “No, not yet,” he whispers, a tenderness in his eyes.
He lowers himself to his knees so we are eye to eye. His thumbs caress my cheek; he kisses my forehead, lips and pushes his body against me. I lean back and let him lower me to the warm, warm grass. Despite the darkness, it still holds the warmth of the sun. This reminds me of Antonio, the lost look he had in his eyes the first time he came into the bookshop earlier that month. He isn’t lost, but found as he kisses my throat and wanders to my breasts. This time he caresses them with his tongue, loving and gentle before gliding down, pausing at my belly button, then grazes down between my sex. He laps gently at first, then harder, harder kneading, shaping a wave of climax.
Stops.
The Viking sex god rises above me on his elbows and grins like a wolf. He says, “You taste like rose petals.” I’m utterly enchanted and once again, a lump forms in my throat, I can’t speak.
My legs are spread as wide as can be beneath him, and kisses his way up my body (pausing to untie the other side of my bikini strings) until he’s above me, still on his elbows, teasing me with his hard, engorged crown. He stays there, his crown sitting in the ring of me. I’m clasping his ribs. We are both breathing heavy, w
aiting for that very moment.
5
As he thrusts inside me, I swear I hear a hungry wolf howl. It turns me on.
My hips arch, my sex greedy to swallow his length as my mouth had been.
He is so huge and enormous I almost orgasm right away.
He starts pumping my hips, slowly, and I match him. Soon he is thrusting at full speed between my thighs. My body is out of control. I’m clenching, grinding. I am an animal. There is the sensation of flying, then falling… There are fireworks, and I feel my whole body convulse around and over his. He senses this and slows, allowing me my pleasure.
I recover quickly and want more.
Oh, so much more.
I push him back, and he lets me flip him over to the grass and take the lead. His cock is so hard, standing so straight. His head is purple and ripe like it might split all the way down the middle if I don’t relieve it soon. I grasp Antonio’s erection (he gasps!) and pull it to me. I nestle his crown against my clit and then it was my turn to gasp! I straddle him.
He grasps my hips, the look in his dark sexy eyes say, Fuck me! Fuck me now!
I ride his huge tip, enjoying the feel of it filling my velvet valley, how I can squeeze myself around it, but then he bucks under me.
The message is loud and clear.
My legs spread over his hips, but he’s so big that when he convulses, he thrusts deep, deep inside of me…and suddenly, I am riding him like a wild stallion. I hear the wolf howl again in the forest. He’s pumping his hugeness into me, clutching, grasping and he’s cussing and swearing and squeezing my thighs, grinding up into me…and we both explode at that very instant.
I keep riding him, but slow, slow and then collapse onto his chest. Antonio strokes my back and I snuggle into the scent and feel of his tight peck, running my lips back and forth over his chest hair.
“Not to interrupt…”
I look up mortified to see Eric standing behind the bonfire which has stirred up to a low flame. How long had he been there watching? My naked body is spread eagle over Antonio, cum is flooding down my thighs.
Eric is staring at my breasts, which start to harden.
I’m turned on. Again. I should have found it creepy that he is watching—how long had he been there? But, his playful bad boy charm was impossible to resist. I am hot and horny. The memory of our earlier encounter made my insides quiver and I felt that heart beat in my groin start throbbing.
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His gaze lingers on my breasts, my teased sweaty hair.
An idea strikes. I raise my hips, then drop them against Antonio. His reaction is…instant.
Eric stares, and I can’t help but notice the erection in his shorts. My body recalls the feel of him earlier in the lake and I start grinding against Antonio.
Antonio grasps my jaw. “Look at me.”
I look down at him, feeling stern about the way he just did that. But instead of finding jealousy and possessiveness in his eyes (though I will admit a smidgen of that was still there) there was something else, that lost look again. He said, “Do you want this?”
The old me would have said no, but the new brave me says, “Yes.”
Eric is clearing his throat. He obviously didn’t hear us speak. He says, “I guess I’ll be going—”
“Come here,” I command to my surprise. Such control. I sound a little dominatrix and that turns me on.
I motion to Eric with my finger, and he obeys. I glance down at Antonio. The look on his face tells me he is jealous. He wants me all to himself. I am determined to make sure he likes this. No, not just like it, but enjoys it.
I rise on my knees, slipping Antonio’s once again throbbing erection inside and I squeeze him tightly.
He groans.
“Good boy,” I croon at him.
When I looked up. Eric is standing above me. His hips are eye level with me, and…something else was eye level.
A beast’s club.
I smile coyly and touch the heart and dagger tat on his chest. God, he is hot. I groan as Antonio elevates his hips, urging his erection into me.
Eric puts his palm over my hand and making eye contact with that playful gaze of his, brings his face down and licks my forefinger. Slowly at first, causing shivers to run down my breasts.
Antonio reaches up and rolls my right ripple, and he thrusts his shaft into me at the same. I throw back my head and moan. When I open my eyes, both men are watching me.
I feel like a goddess, both men are at my mercy.
Or is it the other way around? Am I at theirs?
I hear a wolf howl in the distance. I am about to ask if they heard it when Eric slips my finger between his lips, just one, and whispers, “Shhhh…”
I wonder how much he knows about the Rose Beast, and almost ask him when Antonio rubs my erect nipples. They both do this simultaneously and I feel that wave of need and desire building. I moan and writhe against Antonio as he drives into me over and over, and suddenly, I realize I am face to face with Eric’s hard on inside his shorts.
I withdraw my palm from his hot mouth and let my hands slide down his tats to fabric, where I clutch his hot, iron hard erection. I remembered how he made me cum earlier and I had every intention of paying back that satisfaction. I glide his shorts down and faced the engorged beast.
I want him.
I make eye contact with Eric’s light baby blues and take him into my mouth.
Antonio jams into me the second my lips touch Eric’s length. I gasp and take in the bulb of his tip fully. I sit up on my knees and plunge my mouth over Eric more, when I feel Antonio almost leaving me, I ram my hips back into him. Eric is holding my hair, thrusting my lips off and on him. He is definitely rougher than Antonio was. Eric is huge, I can’t take much of him in, which turns me on even more. I open as wide as I can and suck.
“Fuck the beast!” says Eric, and my body responds.
I swirl my tongue on the tip of his penis, licking, drawing his dew, which also tastes different than Antonio. Eric tastes of sea and adventure. Antonio plunges in and out of me, and I match his pace.
Eric grabs my hair and pushes himself into my mouth.
The boys are arguing over me, demanding my attention. I can’t get enough of either of them.
The wave is building to the sky. I have never felt this build before, and I wonder briefly if I am going to go insane.
We all move as one. Me, bobbing my mouth over Eric’s enormous erection. Eric’s hands are in my hair, pulling me in. All while Antonio sits up, biting at my nipples, grinding, pumping, thrusting. The sensation of both men at once rock me higher and higher into a place I’ve never been to before. It is dark, exotic…erotic.
I hear Eric cumming, and it tips me over the edge. “Oh, oh, oh!” I cry.
I suck Eric’s cock like crazy while milking Antonio’s shaft as if I’d gone a thousand years without water and I had to prime the pump.
Antonio cries out and we all cum at the same time. I feel him burst inside me at the same time Eric does. I swallow greedily with both my mouth and my cunt as wave after wave of orgasms hit me.
Eric catches me in his arms and both men lay me on my back in the sand rolling me over to my side. Eric curls against my backside, spooning me, while Antonio lays facing me. I grasp Antonio’s face and kiss his full, engorged lips. His face is so flushed. He kisses me back tenderly.
Eric reaches over my waist and fingers my clit, fighting for my attention.
He has it.
I moan and turn my head to kiss him. Our lips never touch, but our tongues lick at each other like flames of a fire.
My nipples harden. Again.
7
Antonio grasps my jaw and brings it back to him. We kiss, our lips meeting and then his tongue is in, plunging deeper into my throat, and this turns me on. I feel Eric’s hands on my hips, he’s raising me up onto all fours.
I don’t know what he has in mind, but he hasn’t let me down so far.
I feel a bulbous round
ness plunge up between my bum cheeks. I rub back against it.
Is this really happening, I wonder? It seems impossible.
I feel Antonio’s hand snake up between my thighs, finding that bead of mine. His fingers are like silk as he massages, harder, harder flicking his tongue deep into my throat and out.
Eric thrusts his enormous caveman’s club into me from behind as Antonio continues to bring me higher, higher…
Eric penetrates me with his full length and I yell, “Hot fucking damn!” And I cum so, so hard. I’d never felt so full.
I came again as Eric almost pulls out completely, grabs my hips and plunges in again, again, again.
I’m racked with pleasure and my body climaxes over and over while clutching Eric’s cock.
Antonio covers up my moans with his kisses so fast and hard. As I come back down to earth, Antonio and I kiss, kiss, kiss.
I need to rest…I feel like I can sleep forever when I felt Eric’s rough hands on my ribcage.
8
I moan… but I am so exhausted. He raises me to my knees, my thighs spread as far apart as can be. Antonio understands before I do and he sits up on his knees as well.
He has a naughty little smile on his lips this time. I say, “I don’t know if I can…”
But Eric is turning me around, grabbing my palms and pulling them into the air above my head. He says, “I get to kiss you this time.” Before I can respond his lips are eagerly eating at me, our tongues are once again fire.
I feel Antonio’s hands clutch my hips, gently, his erection sliding up between my butt cheeks, toying with me.
Eric’s erection pokes into my clit and I groan as he kisses my face and Antonio kisses the back of my neck, shoulders, spine.
Have I died and gone to heaven?
Antonio tests his crown at the rosebud of my backside, and I am surprised how good it feels. At first, I am concerned it will hurt, but Antonio is so gentle…I buck against Eric. Eric’s bulbous club catches deep inside me, I almost cum right then…but then he slides out licking my throat, breasts, stomach until his face is between my legs and he is licking me. Oh god, could he lick and suck, just like the way we’d been kissing. He is a flame I want to ride. I become aware Eric is rubbing himself as he licks me, which only sends me higher.
