Wet Wednesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 3)

by Annalise Wells

  I grin as he fidgets in his seat. He begins to get restless as the girls tease him. Joseph laughs and slides away from Owen.

  I see Owen look at Joseph apprehensively. "Don't leave me, Joseph," he yells.

  I watch Joseph as he picks up his drink and walks from the side of the bar. He stands at the side of me and holds me close to his chest.

  "You wanted to tell me something earlier?" I ask.

  Joseph leans closer. "Not yet, walls have ears," he replies.

  "Okay, no problem. So, are you nearly ready to go home?"

  Joseph grins looking at Owen. "Yeah, I am sure Owen is going to be occupied for a while," he says smiling.

  I will grab my things, and we can go.”

  Joseph nods in agreement. "I suppose you want to drive?" he asks.

  "I do, but it is too late to let that beast roaring around the streets," I say.

  "Just stick it in the normal mode, at least you can get a feel for the car," he answers.

  I rush back to the change room and grab my bag. I see Cherry staring at me.

  "Keep your eyes to yourself bitch," I say, flipping her the finger.

  Cherry turns her back and continues filling her bag. I walk from the room and meet Joseph by the bar.

  Owen looks around nervously. "These women are crazy," he says.

  "They are the best in town," I reply.

  Owen smiles and adjusts his pants. "Having problems there?" I ask.

  Owen grins mischievously. “I have never been that turned on so quickly."

  I smile at him and bite my lip. "You should go in one of the pods, it’s entirely private."

  "You mean they get worse than this?" Owen asks.

  I begin nodding my head. "A lot worse," I say laughing.

  Joseph asks Owen if he is going to meet him tomorrow. They need to do something about Cherry and the find out when The Kingmaker is arriving back in town.

  "Just come here, I will let Shona know you are waiting for us," Joseph says.

  "Around lunchtime?" Owen asks.

  "It sounds good to me. I will see you tomorrow," Joseph says, winking at him to tease him.

  Owen stands. "I am not sure whether to go home, or go in the back with one of these girls," he says.

  "Make the most of it, it's all on the house," Joseph comments.

  Walking from the spa reception, I hit the fob for the central locking. The lights flash on the car. Smiling at Joseph, I walk to the driver's door and climb inside. I buckle up the seat belt as he climbs in beside me on the passenger seat.

  I turn the dial to the “S” mode and pump the gas. Flames flair from the exhaust. Heads turn in the parking lot. Starting to laugh I turn the dial back to the more sedate Urban mode.

  I smile at Joseph. "You should have seen the look on your face," I say.

  "I never know what to expect from you," he says.

  "Meow, I am a real wildcat," I say grinning.

  We arrive at back at the hotel and drive into the underground garage. We take the stairs and enter into the suite from the private door. Joseph sits on the edge of the couch and hunches his shoulders.

  He huffs. "I feel so tense," he says.

  "You want me to give you a massage?" I ask.

  "You know how to give a massage?"

  Standing in front of Joseph I hold out my hands. "You think everything that goes on in the back rooms is just sex," I say.

  He looks at me in surprise. "Actually, yeah I did."

  "Joseph, Joseph, Joseph. You have so much to learn."

  "So, you going to give me a massage then?"

  I hold out my hand and point. "In the bedroom," I say.

  Joseph pulls me quickly into his chest. I sit on his knee. He gazes into my eyes and pulls my head closer. Our lips touch, the warmth of his breath fills my mouth. Our tongues swirl against each other.

  I push my hands against his chest. "I thought you wanted a massage?" I ask.

  "I do, I just thought I would seize the opportunity," he replies.

  I stand from his knee and make my way to the bedroom. Joseph walks in behind me and begins to remove his shirt.

  "All of it, pants too," I say.

  "It is only my shoulders that feel tense," he replies

  "You would be surprised where the tenseness ends up," I explain.

  Joseph drops his pants to the floor and climbs on the bed.

  Removing my clothes, I grin. "What massage do you want, Thai, Swedish, Blind?" I ask.

  "I thought a massage was a massage?"

  I grin as I grab the massage oil. "No, there is a hell of a difference."

  "What is blind massage?" he asks curiously.

  "Well, in Asia, they have blind people do massages, they are supposed to be able to sense more than normally-sighted people," I explain.

  "How can you do that? You are not blind," Joseph says.

  I start to laugh. “There is a simple thing called a blindfold, Wet Wednesday."

  "Ah, try that one, it sounds exciting," he answers.

  I finish removing my clothes and take a blindfold out from my bag. I climb on the bed and kneel at the right side of Joseph. I pour oil onto Joseph’s shoulders. I pull down the blindfold over my eyes and begin to rub the bunching muscles of his shoulders. My probing fingers dig into his rock-hard body. My hands run down to the rippling, smooth muscles of his broad back.

  "Ah, that hurts," Joseph yelps.

  "It is the tense muscles, you are worrying too much," I explain.

  "Whatever, but can you be careful," he murmurs.

  My hands move down his impressive male body. My fingers delve onto the beauty of his exquisite musculature. His firm buttocks clench as I run my hands lower. I fill my hand with oil and begin to rub his thighs; they feel as hard and muscled as any professional athletes would.

  My eyes still in darkness, my hands feel Joseph’s body as they have never felt it before. I feel each and every tight, hard, corded muscle that lies beneath his taut skin. I slap his firm buttocks and begin laughing. The slap fills the room. I slowly lift the blindfold from one eye.

  "Thanks for that, I feel much better," he says grinning at my cheeky slap.

  I smile as I look at the superb male animal on the bedspread. Wow, in prime condition right in front of my eyes.

  "I have not finished yet, roll over."

  “Yes Ma’am!”

  “I like everything about everything.”

  Joseph

  “Massages… say no more…”

  I roll over onto my back. Stacey pours scented massage oil onto the broad expanse of my chest. She smiles as she pulls down the blindfold and begins rubbing her fingers against my barreled chest. Her feminine fingers push into the sinews of my neck, the anxious feelings begin to flow from my whole body.

  I roll my neck as her thumbs push firmly against my firm skin. Now, Stacey straddles over my body. Her ass pushes firmly against my soft manhood. My arms lay beside me as I relax under her touch. I close my eyes. My sleek, tight skin embraces Stacey's womanly fingers as they penetrate me so well.

  I feel her hands rubbing over my nipples, already hard-budded from her sensual touch. Her hands grab the hard muscles of my arms, gliding over my oiled covered skin. The smell of lavender flows into my nose, the cool calming effect makes me drift into a place I have rarely been.

  At the hands of Stacey right in this moment, I am hers completely. I feel like a child who is in his mother’s embrace. I feel totally safe and at home. Oil drips onto my tight, flat belly. Her fingers spread and caress my taut skin. I feel her body move down my legs as she caresses the steely contours of my hips.

  Stacey rubs my calves moving her hands slowly upward. The taut skin of my thighs loving her caress. She pushes my legs apart and caresses my inner thighs. I gasp for breath as her fingers brush against my sack. I bite my lip as the evidence of my arousal fills my body. The pulsing flowing through my shaft. I feel my growing arousal as Stacey rubs oil over my balls. My manhood growing, I groan and rais
e my hips.

  I open my eyes and watch Stacey as she starts to slide her oiled hand up the length of my hardening shaft. The skin is so sensitive, and I see the hard head of my manhood just waiting to be teased.

  Stacey begins to lift the blindfold. "You feeling horny, now?" she asks.

  "Hell yes, but leave the blindfold on."

  She pulls the blindfold back over her eyes and continues stimulating my engorging flesh. Her hand draws back, and her head nears my loins. Her hair falls over my belly. I brush it over her shoulder as I see her open her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, the slit tantalized as she flicks over the tip.

  "Shit, that is so fucking good," I say.

  Frantically Stacey flicks her tongue over my slit. Her full lips open as she wraps them tightly around the tip of my hard shaft. Then she lowers her beautiful head. The heat of her mouth melds with the fiery sense of my aching bulge.

  I wait for her to move. Her body rises as she positions the head of my cock against her pulsating core. Her hips are lowered as the head of my shaft parts the soft velvety folds of her pussy lips. Stacey sucks in a large breath as the head of my shaft inches its way into her secret center. Her hips moving gently on the hardness of my erection, right into her receptive body.

  The slick wetness of her excitement floods over her face.

  "Oh God, you are so hard," she says.

  "I bet you say that to all the guys," I reply with a laugh.

  "Like hell I do," she replies.

  The slippery softness of her wet pussy grips my hard cock. Our bodies join as the full length of my shaft fills her hidden depths. I raise my hands and cup her erect-tipped breasts. I fondle her perfect nipples. Her body lowers as I capture her stiff nipples between my lips.

  My hips arch to meet Stacey's next powerful thrust of her hips, her back arches in wild response as I thrash beneath her like a beast in heat. She gyrates her hips and the rhythm of lust takes over our bodies.

  "Stop," I murmur.

  "What’s wrong?" she asks.

  "Nothing at all, I want to fuck you, my way."

  Stacey climbs from my body and she looks around; she has no sense of direction.

  "How do you want me?' she asks.

  "On all fours," I answer, my dick as hard as steel.

  Stacey rests her weight on her forearms. I kneel behind her and spread her legs. The sweet mound of her secret place bares itself between the soft, creamy skin of her inner thighs. I run my hand under her body, the wetness of her pussy embraces my masculine fingers. Stacey lowers her head into a pillow as my probing fingers find her budded clit.

  "Aah, fuck, Joseph," she says.

  She raises her hips as I slide my finger deep into her wet cunt. Her legs widen as I drive my hand deeper into her inner depths.

  "Mmm, oooh," Stacey coos as I drive my finger harder inside her.

  I watch as she twists the crispy bed sheets tightly between her fingers. Her fist tightens as I withdraw my hand and rub the head of my cock inside her wet, wanting pussy. I am her Wet Wednesday boy.

  I feel her move against me as I drive my turgid shaft deep inside her.

  "Oh, God, Joseph," she cries out.

  Stacey leans back to accommodate my thrusting hips, I drive harder inside her arousal, making her moan more. Her head bows harder into the pillow as I thrust harder and harder.

  "Jesus Stacey, I feel like I am going to cum," I say.

  "Me too, I am bursting. My pussy feels like it is on fire," she replies.

  The hot core of Stacey's cunt is filled well by my thick, hard shaft. I thrust hard and more frantically than I did before. The center of her paradise contracts under the driving force of my manly hips. My fingers dig deep into her skin as I feel the pressure building deep inside my loins. I groan in blissful agony as a warmth floods my horny body.

  Stacey arches her body as my final thrusts approach. She squeals and moans with reverent ecstasy. She grips the bed sheets tightly and her buried buries down into the pillow.

  "Aaaaah," she cries.

  Her body pushes back against my body, I drive myself frantically as I begin to reach the point of no return.

  "Fuck!"

  Stacey's body starts to shudder and shake, her hips quiver under my grasp; she pushes her hips back as I thrust into her. I bite my lips. I drive my hips forward, the heat swells like a volcano erupting.

  "Joseph, I am cumming," she screams out.

  My body lets go, my thrusts shorten and spasms shoot from my body. The frenzy of simultaneous explosions washes over me, the glorious waves of splendor leaving my loins and giving me pure pleasure. The kind only Stacey can give.

  I lie on the bed as Stacey rolls on her back and removes the blindfold. She lays gasping for breath, her heaving bosoms rising and falling as her body begins to regain her composure.

  "I am sure our sex just gets better and better," Stacey says.

  "I was beginning to think the same thing," I reply, breathless, now.

  Stacey tilts her head toward me, "You were going to tell me something earlier," she says.

  I roll my head to look at her. "Be careful of Cherry, she is not who you think she is," I answer.

  “You got that right, Wednesday boy.”

  “She’s really not.”

  “Massages… say no more…”

  Stacey

  “What? I don’t get it!”

  “What do you mean Cherry is not who she seems?” I ask plainly.

  “Owen explained, the guy in Mexico is The Kingmaker. He is the one who is controlling everything,” Joseph starts to explain.

  I rest my head on my hand. “Go on, tell me more.”

  “Cherry’s actual name is Michelle, and she just happens to be The Kingmaker’s girlfriend,” Joseph says.

  “I fucking knew there was something funny with her, she always seems to be watching or looking around, especially if me, Cally and Shona are together,” I reply.

  “Just don’t give her any reason to think that you know, she may be of use somewhere, we have a small advantage by knowing this,” Joseph says.

  “Just give me the nod, and I will be more than happy to smack the smile right of her fucking face.”

  Joseph smiles. “I am sure you would.”

  “Do you trust this Owen?” I ask.

  “I do know, at the start he was just angry at Ty, but once he realized who we were, he was quite forthcoming with information,” Joseph explains.

  “Just thinking about it though, when I was at Tina’s. Cherry, oops, Michelle or whatever her freaking name is, she was always in the office with Tina,” I say.

  Joseph looks at me curiously. “And your thinking Tina has something to do with it?” he asks.

  “Well you never know, everything is so fucking farfetched already…”

  “Now that is stretching it. Why would The Kingmaker have two people watching the same place?” Joseph asks.

  “Now you say it like that, it does seem a bit too much, I suppose.”

  I jump to my knees, I turn to Joseph. “Ice cream!” I squeal.

  “Now we finally have chance to eat it,” he replies.

  “I did want to lick it off your body, but we can save that for next time,” I say.

  “I look forward to it.” He smiles. He is way less stressed, now.

  “I think the strawberries will have to be left for tonight, they will be rock hard,” I say.

  I grab my bathrobe and wrap it firmly around my body. I turn to Joseph and point my finger at him.

  “Don’t you dare move a muscle,” I say.

  He smiles back at me. “I am not going anywhere, Wednesday girl.”

  I run to the kitchen and open the freezer. I grab the ice cream and a couple of spoons. I excitedly run back to the bedroom.

  “Tada,” I squeal.

  I plump up a couple of pillows and sit up against the headboard of the bed. I slowly peel open the tub of ice cream, and hand one of the spoons to Joseph.

 
“Now this is a real woman’s way of eating ice cream,” I say. “You can now tell me everything about what is happening.” My eyes are full of excitement.

  “Well, from what I have heard, there are god-knows how many sets of triplets which are just like Ty, Beau and me,” Joseph says.

  “In each country?”

  “That would make it simple, I found out they are in each state of this country,” Joseph says.

  “Jesus Christ, that is a lot of fucking triplets,” I say, trying to add it all up in my head.

  “It was a shock to me, to find that these are also genetically grown, so none of us have real parents.”

  I am curious as I listen. “And all these teams around other parts of the world are the same as well?” I ask.

  “Owen never gave confirmation of that, but I am assuming they all come from the same place,” he replies.

  “That is a hell of a production line they have got going somewhere.”

  “It all defies belief,” Joseph says, grabbing a spoonful. “The one thing that concerns me though is, Owen said we are the first triplets to all have girlfriends.”

  “I don’t see how just by chance, you can all just suddenly find yourself with girlfriends. There has to be more to it than that.”

  “There must be, but at the moment, I cannot see any link between you three and us three. The only thing we have in common is we used to visit Tina’s club,” Joseph explains.

  “I don’t know, you were not all there at the same time, though,” I say plainly. I look into the ice cream tub, we have almost finished.

  “Damn, you eat quickly,” I say, poking out my tongue.

  “I was just getting into the flow of talking like a woman, I feel like a real gossiper, now,” Joseph says laughing.

  “Cheeky, you know what they say,” I reply.

  “No, what’s that?”

  “They say, a woman only has a man in her life because a dildo is unable to go to the bar,” I say laughing.

  “That’s pure sexism if I ever heard it,” Joseph says cracking up.