Her Two Men in London: An MMF Bisexual Menage Romance (Total Indulgence Book 1)

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by Dana Delamar


  The sound, low and throaty, went straight to my cock. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, taking a seat to Carter’s left, while Paige settled on my right.

  Closing my eyes, I did my best not to think about the previous night, or that morning, or the quickie we’d had after lunch. After all that sex, I’d thought I’d be able to go one hour without getting a hard-on. I was wrong.

  Ten minutes later, Paige urged us out of the water. It was time for the Roman steam room. We spread out our towels on the stone ledges in the eucalyptus-scented room. Luckily, given the boner I was sporting, we were alone.

  Carter teased me by covering my crotch with his heavy foot and gently squeezing with his toes. The weight put the right amount of pressure on my balls. I moaned in delight.

  “Oh the joy of being young,” Carter said, winking at Paige.

  I held my breath, awaiting Paige’s reaction to the reminder of our age difference. Why she was sensitive about it, I had no clue. The woman was gorgeous, regardless of her age.

  Her eyes seemed to glaze over with memories. “All that stamina can be quite… entertaining.”

  Moving up to the ledge behind us, she began to massage Carter’s shoulders. Why was he getting the royal treatment? When I frowned at them and shoved Carter’s foot off my dick, both of them burst out laughing.

  Before I could cobble together a bitchy response, Carter caught me by the arm and dragged me onto his lap. I gasped as his very hard cock pressed against my ass. “Yeah,” he said, dropping a kiss onto my gaping mouth. “I’m not that old.”

  Paige took my hand and pushed it down the front of her bikini bottoms until my fingertips touched her soaked pussy. She moaned and trapped my hand between her thighs. “Seems I’m not too old either.”

  I retrieved my hand and sucked on my index finger. “No,” I said, arousal thickening my voice. “You definitely aren’t.”

  Carter grabbed my hand and licked my middle finger down to the last joint. Paige and I both moaned.

  “Jesus.”

  The door pushed open. My heart beating like mad, I jumped up from Carter’s lap and reached for my towel, bunching it up in front of my groin. Ignoring the newcomer, I popped open my bottle of water and drank deeply.

  A woman in her early twenties sat beside me. “Hi.” She waved at us. “Where’s everyone from?”

  Paige smiled from her perch behind Carter, who crossed one leg over the other knee and folded his hands in his lap. “We’re American.”

  “Oh? Are you here on a tour or something?”

  “Yes. We’re touring England and Scotland.”

  “And enjoying Bath’s baths,” Carter added.

  The woman’s face went blank and Carter’s reddened. I smothered a laugh. Obviously, the man’s brain was as debilitated by lust as my own.

  “Where are you off to next?” the woman asked.

  Carter and I both turned to Paige. “We’re heading to Chawton tomorrow, then Cambridge after that, and finally on to London for the last few days.”

  The woman clapped her hands together. “How exciting.”

  “What about you?” Carter asked. His eyes were a little narrowed, and I couldn’t decide why. Unless he wanted her to leave us alone. But then, why ask her any questions at all? The less we engaged, the sooner she’d be on her way.

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She opened her robe enough to show us her uniform. “I work here.”

  Here it comes.

  She was going to toss us out on our asses for indecent behavior, only we hadn’t done even one-tenth of the indecent things I was dying to do.

  Paige scanned the room. “What time is it? We have a massage scheduled for four.”

  “All together?” the woman asked.

  “Yes.” Paige raised her chin, a little defiantly if I was reading her right.

  “Splendid. You have plenty of time. It’s only three. Listen, if you’re interested, we do have private suites. I can move your massages to there, so afterwards you can take your time in the private spa… hot tub, I think you call it in America. The room also has showers. I can have the staff bring in your belongings. It will be more private, and the lady won’t have to be alone.”

  “That would be great,” I said. “Thank you.”

  Carter held up a hand. “How much extra will this cost?”

  “No charge. We like to pamper our special guests.”

  “Special?” Paige asked.

  What was up with the question? It almost seemed like they were suspicious of the spa employee’s kindness. This kind of thing happened all the time at spas, restaurants, and hotels, at least to me it did.

  “Tour people. We love becoming a regular stop on tours. It’s good for business.”

  “We appreciate it. I’ll be sure to tell our tour company how well we’ve been treated here,” I said, barely holding in a grin when Paige frowned at me.

  I spent the next hour freezing my balls off in the ice room, sweating my balls off in the steam room, and then revving up my libido again in the rainforest shower. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Paige was some sort of dominatrix with the way she was edging me, stoking my arousal, then backing off, keeping me on the precipice. And judging by the tent in Carter’s swimsuit, he was having the same experience.

  “I don’t know if I’m going to make it through a massage,” he grumbled, confirming my assessment.

  “Come on, boys,” Paige teased. “Big men like you, men with stamina, can surely get through a sixty-minute massage.”

  Carter and I looked at each other. I blinked first.

  “Sixty minutes?” I said, on a strangled groan.

  Paige’s laughter ushered us down the hall to our private room while Carter and I limped after her.

  PAIGE

  “Oh. My. God. This feels amazing,” I moaned as my masseuse, Wendy, dug her fingers into the muscles of my upper back. My men lay on their own tables on either side of me, attended to by their own masseuses. From the smiles on the women’s faces, it was clear they felt they’d lucked out as far as clients went. And they were right. Riley and Carter looked like sinfully tasty treats, all long limbs and firm muscles. I salivated with an overwhelming desire to lick them from the top of their heads to the tips of their toes.

  Despite the differences between them, I was drawn to them equally. Riley was youth and exuberance, despite his tendency to wall-off his emotions, except where Carter was concerned, although I sensed that was a recent development. Carter was maturity and infinite patience. I could well imagine him in a classroom full of students or in his home surrounded by his own children.

  Both men made me feel special. Riley, in the way he treated me, like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. And Carter, in that way he had of giving me one-hundred percent of his attention, as though he hung on my every word.

  Wendy’s fingers dug into my glutes, and I was unable to hold back the moan that roared up my throat.

  “Fuck.” Riley swore and squirmed, his eyes trained on me. Sweat beaded his brow, and his face seemed unnaturally red. Weren’t massages supposed to be relaxing?

  “You okay?” I asked him.

  He gritted his teeth. “Peachy.”

  I turned my head to see how Carter was doing. “Oh my.” His teeth were bared. His gaze on my… exposed butt. “Carter,” I said, a warning in my tone. His eyes snapped to my face, well, to my lips at least.

  His masseuse prodded his hip. “Sir, please turn onto your back.”

  Carter’s eyes widened as panic seeped into the deep blue of his irises. He searched out Riley. “Dude,” he said. His voice, deeper than I’d ever heard it, vibrated throughout my body and centered on my sex.

  “Sir,” the masseuse said again.

  Carter angled himself toward me and away from his masseuse. His face beet red, he shook his head in silent refusal.

  I eyed him with concern. What on earth was going on? I observed the tic in his jaw, his wild and frantic eyes, the flush on
his face, neck and chest, his clenched abs, his… Oh!

  Riley must have reached the same conclusion at the same time, because he grabbed his own masseuse’s arm, drawing everyone’s attention to him. His eyes, which I’d rarely seen without his glasses, blazed. “How much would it cost for you to leave us alone for an hour?” When the woman frowned, he rushed to add, “Forty minutes tops.”

  The woman rolled her eyes and signaled the other two. “You’ve already paid for your massages.” She wagged her fingers at us like we were errant schoolchildren. “Do not make a mess. This job is taxing enough as it is.”

  Resting on my elbow on my side, sheet clutched to my chest, I held my breath until the door shut behind the women. Then I let loose the giddy laughter that bubbled in my chest. “The looks on their faces. They’re going to think I’m the most depraved woman alive.”

  “No,” Carter said. “They’re going to think you’re the luckiest woman alive.” He rose from his table, his erection jutting out from its nest of short blond hair, only slightly darker than the hair on his head.

  My pulse beat a rapid tattoo at the sight of his naked body, all those muscles, his hard... Wow. I hadn’t seen many aroused males in my life, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Carter was magnificent.

  Strong arms wrapped around my waist and a warm chest blanketed my back, drawing me into a seated position. Riley kissed my neck. His teeth scraped along the tendon I exposed by tilting my head to the side.

  Yes, I was the luckiest woman on the planet. To have not one, but two exquisite men eager to please me was truly heaven on earth.

  Carter moved between my thighs, parting them wide. His erection rubbed along my slit. I shuddered as pleasure swamped me. Bending down, he brought his lips to mine. I reached up and wound my arms around his neck, flattening my breasts against his hard chest.

  “Oh,” I cried, startled to feel Riley’s hands cup my mound. His fingers pressed into my opening and I arched my back, eager to feel him more deeply. When Carter moaned into my mouth, I noticed the rhythmic motion of Riley’s other hand stroking Carter’s shaft.

  It hit me then, how truly selfless and giving my lovers were. While the men had certainly experienced their share of orgasms in the last few days, I also had to acknowledge that, during each encounter, I’d been the focus of all their attention. Heck, that first night in their hotel room, I’d been the only one to climax. No doubt they’d pleasured each other after I’d left, so why hadn’t they done it while I’d been there? In fact, I hadn’t ever seen them do more than kiss, and not much at that.

  Did I want to see it? Did I want to see them kiss each other, touch each other, make love to each other?

  My answer was a resounding “Yes!”

  Carter drew back from me a little and arched a brow. “Yes?”

  “She’s just telling us she likes what we’re doing. Right, sweetheart?” Riley asked while his hand continued its relentless assault on my sanity.

  “I-I do. So much.” I paused and laid my cheek against Carter’s broad shoulder. So much temptation. The scent of his skin, imbued with massage oil, toyed with my senses. I nibbled along his clavicle and swiped at the notch at the base of his throat, where a few droplets of moisture had accumulated. The salty taste of his skin erupted in my mouth, and my mind went blank. What had I wanted to say? Oh, yes. “But this time, I—oh!” I cried out as someone’s finger brushed my anus.

  When Carter laughed, I looked down and saw it was his hand. My mind exploded. How was this happening to me? And why was I enjoying it so darn much?

  I was going to—“Oh God. Stop. You’ll make me come.”

  Riley chuckled next to my ear. “It’s kind of the point, sweetheart.”

  “But I-I want to see you,” I blathered.

  His hands stilled. “Me? You mean you want me to come around to the other side of the table? Sure. I can do that.”

  “Yes, well, no.” I pressed my face against Carter’s chest and blocked the sides of my head with my hands.

  At least I tried to.

  Carter took my hands in his and kissed them. “What is it, Paige? What do you want?”

  Riley’s hand left my mound and his warmth left my back. What had I wanted again?

  I raised my chin and looked at both men. Standing side by side, they were so perfect. So beautiful. So incredibly out of my league. But for now, at least, they were mine. And I intended to enjoy them to the fullest.

  I placed a hand on my belly to calm my fluttering nerves. “I want to see the two of you together.”

  A confused look on his face, Riley glanced at Carter, then back to me. “Together? We’re right here, next to each other.”

  “No, I…” I stopped and looked down at my clasped fingers, too embarrassed to put into words what I so clearly wanted in my heart.

  Strong hands cupped my cheeks. I looked up into Carter’s dancing eyes. “You want to see me and Riley together? Making love together?”

  Mutely, I nodded.

  “Sweetheart,” Riley said, capturing my attention with his gruff voice and his dark piercing gaze. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Sex between two men can be… ah…” Carter exchanged a chagrined look with Riley. “A bit animalistic.”

  “What are you talking about? You’re both beautiful. How could the expression of your love for each other be anything but beautiful as well?”

  A corner of Riley’s mouth kicked up. “Love can take many forms.”

  I crossed my arms over my naked chest. “Or are you too chicken to do it in front of an audience?”

  “Ha-ha.” Riley winked at Carter. “Been there, done that.”

  “Many times,” Carter added.

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  Carter shrugged. “No problem. You game, Rye?”

  Riley plastered himself along the full length of Carter’s body and hooked his arms behind Carter’s head. “I’m always game.”

  When Carter cupped Riley’s bottom and lifted him so Riley could wrap his legs around Carter’s waist, a thrill raced through me, lighting me up from the inside. Seeing them like this, well, it was incredibly hot.

  Carter turned and set Riley on his massage table, then knelt between his spread thighs. His long fingers closed around Riley’s thick shaft and he began to stroke him, adding a circular motion each time he reached the head.

  Riley’s moans were music to my ears. When he tossed his head back and gripped the sheet covering the thin mattress beneath him, my fists closed also. I remembered Carter’s mouth on me, Riley’s fingers as he’d worked my clitoris. They were both well-versed in how to make me tick.

  And clearly, Carter was familiar with all of Riley’s buttons as well.

  Rising up, Carter kissed the head of Riley’s erection, then he opened his mouth and took him deep, deeper than I’d ever been able. Riley cried out, his hips bucking. Droplets of pre-cum would be leaking from him now, hitting Carter’s tongue. The bittersweet taste. So addictive. I licked my lips.

  “Touch your breasts, sweetheart,” Riley ordered.

  Surprised, I stared at him.

  “Please.”

  Slowly, I brought a hand to my right breast, cupping it, massaging, circling the areola until, finally, I pinched the peak between my thumb and forefinger.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Harder.”

  When I returned my attention to Riley and Carter, Riley had his eyes fixed on me and his hands fisting Carter’s hair as Carter’s head bobbed up and down between his legs. Riley groaned loudly, then tugged Carter off. “Stop, man. It’s too intense.”

  A grin on his face, Carter rose and closed his mouth over Riley’s. Their kiss was deep and tender. Every now and then, I caught a glimpse of pink tongue, a flash of white teeth, and my belly ached, wound tight with need.

  I switched hands, using my left to squeeze my breast, while my right drifted down my torso, over my waist. I paused at the loos
e skin on my abdomen. Neither man had remarked on the stretch marks, although surely they’d seen them? My fingers smoothed over one silver line, before toying with the soft curls at my apex.

  Across from me, Riley’s breath hitched, and he gripped Carter’s shoulders. “Fuck me, Carter. Right now.”

  Carter frowned, then whispered something in Riley’s ear. Riley smiled, his eyes going soft. “I trust you. Do you trust me?”

  “Fuck yeah.” Carter’s fingers dug into Riley’s sides as he yanked him closer. “With my fucking life.” Their mouths crashed together, and now I understood what Carter had been trying to explain earlier.

  They resembled sleek lions battling for dominance. Passionate, aggressive. Rough even. Yet, at the same time, the act was more sensual than I could have imagined, perhaps because every touch, every look, and every word reflected the love Riley and Carter shared.

  Coming up for air, the men exchanged a glance, a silent communication I hadn’t yet learned to interpret. Would I ever get the chance?

  Riley turned and knelt on the table on all fours. Carter stepped on a pedal to lower the table, gripping Riley’s waist to steady him until the table stopped. Standing at the foot of the table, directly behind Riley, Carter picked up a small bottle of massage oil and poured some into his hand, then caressed the line between Riley’s round butt cheeks.

  Groaning, Riley closed his eyes and pushed back. “Hurry,” he ordered.

  I’d never seen Riley like this before, and I marveled at his courage. Not in giving himself to Carter, but rather in how he was exposing himself to me.

  In our interactions together, he’d always been the one in control, the one directing our time together. For some reason, despite Carter’s size but maybe because of his easygoing personality, I’d imagined that the dynamic would be the same between the men.

  Riley’s eyes were still closed. Another thing I’d rarely seen him do. I’d assumed he was a very visual person who needed to always see what was happening.

  Are his eyes closed because he’s embarrassed?

  The thought pained me. “Riley,” I whispered.

 

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