Hand on my cock, I contemplated which of my beautiful women to fuck.
I pulled off my shorts, seeing that they were the most uncomfortable things in creation when I had a full erection, and found a condom from a pocket and rolled it on.
“Wish I could do your ass again, pet, but it’s too hard to clean up here.”
She grunted at me then whined a little, shaking her head. Sweat flicked at me from her hair. In the low light I could see trails of it running down the sides of her face.
From behind Steph, with one arm anchoring her body to me, and the other holding one butt cheek and the rope aside, I probed upward. My cock knew where to go in all that slipperiness and I thrust up and up, sliding in, grunting in satisfaction when I knew I was in all the way.
Smooth gentle strokes seemed to do little for her so I undid the rope at the back of her neck to get it out of the way. Sanding off my dick would not be a smart thing to do. I grabbed the other side of her butt so I held her properly open and I rammed in over and over until she squealed and bounced on her toes. Her back arched, her chest jutted forward and I could feel her legs try to open even more.
“G-spot?” I smirked and tried hard to get the same angle and depth.
If she’d thought she couldn’t climax again Jodie soon proved her wrong by wringing one out of her. Her little gasping screams gradually petered out.
I’d withdrawn in time, barely keeping it together and not coming inside her. Best to use a new condom. I found another in my shorts.
“Your turn, Jodie. Come here.”
Leaving Steph panting, with her bedraggled hair across her face, she walked the few feet to where I’d sat on one of the chairs. When she arrived, I pulled her over my lap, facedown. I stroked her ass, getting a feel for her flesh, remembering the many times I’d done this.
“You have such a great ass.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was husky and I grinned. Playing with Steph had wound her up.
Then I began to spank her. Each slap made her shift a little—her legs, her thighs, her waist twisted, and at the harder ones, she threw back her head and tried to look at me. But I kept her there, on my lap, trapped as I slowly increased the force. By the sound of her moans and her panting, by how she dug her toes in the floor, or by the writhe of her hips, I could tell where my girl was at. I slipped my fingers inside her when it seemed a good time, or rubbed on her clit, then spanked her some more. When I finally stopped, I rested my palm on her skin, spellbound in the heat radiating off her.
“Sit on me sweetheart, but facing outward. I want Steph to see your face when I make you come.”
“Okay.” She kissed my thigh once then shakily climbed to her feet.
She stood between my legs and while she slowly lowered herself, I held my cock upright and still. Her ass wiggled. In. Fuck. The cupping of her warmth around the head made me arch my head back for a second. Then she slid further. At halfway, I put my hands on her shoulders and made her sink all the way down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, that’s good.” She swallowed. Her head fell forward as I thrust a few times.
“Now ride me.”
I found her clit and stroked her with the rhythm that would get her off if I did it for long enough, biting her back and nape here and there, and making her thump herself down on me harder when I wanted it. But I didn’t let her come.
When she was close, I stood with her impaled on me, and slipped to my knees while she went to hands and knees. It was gritty on the floor but I was too interested in getting my cock happy to worry. Then I settled in with the thrusts while I kept at her clit until she gasped and came, squeezing onto my cock hard. The sensations rippled into me like a minor seismic event.
I gasped once and let myself rest for a second. Earthquakes had nothing on sex.
I kissed her shoulder then started to fuck her in earnest. Feeling that aching pressure reach its peak, I put my palm in the center of her shoulder blades and forced her to the floor. My knees would hate me for this but I didn’t care. Bursting to come, I slammed in a few more times, spurting into her hard enough to make me gasp through my teeth and wonder if my balls had imploded. I hugged her a while, for she was still breathing fast, still clamping onto me now and then. Her head turned into my arm. For a minute we stayed there. Her hot breath stirred the hairs on my forearm.
I rolled to take my weight off her then clambered to my feet. I had to free Steph.
She was so tired I had to support her or she would have collapsed. “Stay up here with me, sweet girl. It’s not worth getting all sticky and gritty on the floor.”
I kissed her hair and patted her, seeing Jodie’s bright eyes watching us from where she lay. I suddenly realized what I’d called Steph—sweet girl. An endearment, maybe the first I’d ever called her. I sighed and smelled her hair. She did feel sweet in my arms. Then she grumbled and I felt her small tongue lick at my chest.
“You’re all hairy,” she complained. Her words slurred and she sounded half-asleep. “But…I like it. You taste like a man should. Nice.” She sighed.
Oh hell. I held her tighter, frowning down at Jodie. This was meant to be a night to show her what she’d be missing when she left us. I meant to fuck her brains out and to give her so many orgasms she’d never in a million years forget us, but instead, she’d made me wonder if I could ever forget her. I’d grown…fond of her.
Eventually, Jodie got to her feet and I drew her into the cuddle.
“I’ll get you both a drink, then we can go down to the beach and rinse off. Okay?”
Jodie nodded. Steph whispered from her place in the middle of the hug, “Sure.” Then she added something that near stopped my heart. “I know this is odd, but that was amazing. Thank you, Klaus.”
But it wasn’t the thanks that hurt my heart; it was her saying my name.
Chapter 24
Steph
Klaus had pushed the two beds together and, after drying off with beach towels we’d piled in together. I’d drunk what seemed gallons of water before collapsing on the bed and snuggling into my lovers.
My head was fuzzy. My body seemed to have fires lit on my skin in so many places. I throbbed with aches and stings and yet I floated toward sleep, somehow strangely content, despite the sadist sleeping behind me with his hand on my thigh. A few lame mosquitoes whined in my ear then I was gone into dreamland.
I awoke to the sound of the waves surging and the trees rattling and whispering above, and to something scratching on the floor. Puzzled, I shifted up onto my butt with my arm out, and rubbed my eyes. The lamps were turned off, though a tiny blinking red light showed where Klaus had left something on. Sitting up gave me a better view. The floor was moving.
What was it? Dreaming still? The bedclothes were real. Jodie lay before me curled up and spooning to my front. The pale moving things scuttled forward. I blinked then I shrieked.
“What the fuck?” Jodie sprang awake, sitting up and staring up at me.
“What is it?” The bed shifted as Klaus also woke. His baritone reassured me, even if he sounded confused from being hurled from sleep into reality by my scream. His hand settled on my waist and he squeezed lightly. “Have the Martians landed?”
“There’s something on the floor!” I pointed frantically, half expecting whatever it was to leap onto my extended arm then crawl up it to smother me and rip out my throat.
“What?” She turned and peered over the edge. “Oh shit.” Jodie giggled. “Crabs! We have an invasion of crabs. Well, three or four. Silly. You know the door has a hole.” She lay down again then pulled me on top of her.
Though the soft warmth of her female body instantly reminded me of sex. I had to look. From closer, I could see the little creatures making their way across the floor. Two nearer ones had frozen in place. I guess I’d scared them.
“Fuck. Sorry. Though ick too. What happens if I need to go to the toilet?”
“Not a problem. Mostly they skedaddle faster than you can step on them, but
I can shoo them outside and put something in the hole in the door.” Though clearly amused Klaus patted my hip. “Poor girl.”
“It’s okay.” Jodie drew my face down to hers. She nibbled on my lips, slowly fading it into a true gentle kiss. I couldn’t resist poking my tongue between her lips and pressing down on her, taking more of her mouth. I moved my legs to go outside hers but she spread hers instead and ground her pussy up into mine. Pleasure surged and I moaned as I exhaled.
“You’re hot for it already.” I felt her smile against my lips then her hand groped for the hair at the back of my neck, gathering it.
Already she was trying to take control. Slightly annoyed, I shook my head to get loose but she firmed her hold.
“Uh-uh. Stay there. Didn’t we exhaust you, pet?”
“I…” The night’s meager light outlined her face with silver and dark. Her hair spread about her pillow in a wash of tendrils. I traced her cheekbone, swallowed. “You’re beautiful, my goddess.”
Jodie chuckled. “Am I? Maybe…maybe I can be a sex goddess.”
Her pelvis kept moving, circling upward, stirring me, and heat flooded in. I heard the rustle of plastic tearing and wondered if that was what I thought it was. Every part of me was awake now and aware of where this was heading.
“We should go back to sleep,” I whispered, hoping, and not hoping, but mostly there was that dark and new need of mine to be made to do something I might not want. Pet. Fucktoy. Depravity had found me.
“No, we should not.” As he spoke, Klaus settled himself above my body. His heavy thighs pushed mine apart. His arms propped either side of me.
He must have pulled down his pants and I had none on, only a t-shirt. I could tell his cock was precisely where it should be. My entrance spilled wetness and opened. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help anticipating the delicious slide. Transfixed by the knowledge that he meant to fuck me at any second, I waited, enthralled. His first thrust entered me, slick, hard, impatiently driving in and in until his groin thumped onto my ass.
Eyes slamming shut, I grunted at the invasion, wanting more, needing more.
Oh god. So full. So amazing being used like this. No asking if or when. No nothing. Though still sore, I so liked this.
“Damn that’s pretty,” Jodie murmured. “Are you in her, Sir?”
I opened my eyes and saw her studying me.
“In all the way.” He laughed. “She was ready for me. Kiss her while I fuck her.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I braced my arms on the bed, and was rocked forward by the power of each of his thrusts. My neck strived to curl downward, my lips opened, and Jodie licked at my mouth.
“Come back down here.”
Our kisses ended up being wet and sloppy as she took over that part of me while he took me with his cock. I couldn’t concentrate on one or the other. Soft woman under me, breast and devouring mouth, her hand clawed in my hair, and him, hard-muscled, powerful, and heavy, thumping in deep. Possessed by the two of them at once. I groaned and writhed.
When I was at the point of wanting to scream at him to drive into me harder, he withdrew. I almost cried and fisted the sheets. A second later I knew what he was doing as his hands fumbled at my back and rearranged us. Jodie grunted under me and gasped. He’d entered her. She shifted back and forth as he plowed her instead. So did I, caught in the middle of their lust. I smiled despite my ache to have him in me. Watching her enthralled me.
When he at last climaxed, Jodie’s eyes rolled back. My own pussy clenched in a sympathetic wish to feel what she did in that moment. I imagined the swell of his cum and pulse of his member. Him fucking her like this was amazingly arousing.
When he pulled out, she whimpered. He lowered himself more and I had no choice except to snuggle half my face into the angle of Jodie’s neck and shoulder. With one eye, I watched him kiss her gently.
“How was that, gorgeous?”
“Good.” She smiled. “Good, mister sexy beast.”
“I figured it was your turn to have me come in you.”
“Mm-hm. Great minds think alike.”
This fascinated me—seeing how loving he was with her. Yet also it bothered me. I wasn’t sure I was a part of this. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to be. I shoved that away and shut my eyes and felt my breathing slowly synchronize with theirs.
I hadn’t come. I didn’t need to, and I could have stayed there under him forever. Man-weight squashing me. Mmm. The fog of lust made me happy to just be. At last, I shifted. Klaus moved away and lay next to me. I was drooling on Jodie. I huffed as she kissed my cheek and stroked my hair.
“I’m sorry. I think I dribbled on you.”
She chuckled. “Sex is messy. We can swim in the morning. Nothing’s perfect on an island with no showers. Go back to sleep, pretty one. I want to just cuddle you.”
“M’kay.” I snuggled in, still mostly on my belly with my hand curled on her shoulder. I was halfway to sleep when Klaus spooned up to my back.
“What about the crabs?” he whispered from close to my ear.
“Forget them,” I mumbled. With both of them warming me and stroking me, I faded out into dreamless soothing black.
For the next two days we luxuriated in our tropical paradise. I hiked around the island with no one holding a leash or telling me to beg or lie down or spread my legs. Though at other times, that happened. I discovered the fun, crazy side to Klaus as well as the way he could protect when called to. We spread sunscreen on each other and mocked the redness that showed when we’d done the wrong thing and sat in the sun too long anyway. And we administered pain-killers and Band-aids when someone stepped on a rock and scraped themselves.
I even did this to Klaus while he watched—smoothed a Band-Aid onto his knee. His bemused expression pleased me. I liked him like this—fun yet wise, yet an amazing lover.
It was when he threatened to stick metal through my nipples and torture me that I cringed. He was smart to tie me up at those times. I would have run. Sad but true. He was so close to perfect yet he’d never be right for me. And soon I would be freed. Why was I so sad then? Too much ecstasy, too much attention paid to me, I guessed. I’d wallowed in them treating me as their treasured thing for so many days that the good things I’d loved overwhelmed all the pain and humiliation. I had to admit to myself—I liked being their sex object.
Soon, I’d have withdrawal symptoms.
And so we swam and splashed each other, made sand castles, of all things, and Jodie and I ran away shrieking from Klaus when he found something dumb to do, like chase us with a bucket of water with a crab in it.
On the Saturday, Chris arrived. He’d hired a speedboat and come out from Bowen after driving there overnight. His casual nod when he sauntered onto the beach, chilled me. The sun dimmed a notch.
At times, that day, he and Klaus sat discussing what they should do. I heard raised voices, or more raised than seemed usual during a measured discussion. Later at night, with the campfire crackling between us, they came to a decision. The teriyaki steak he’d brought with him was marinated perfectly. The bought salad was also no doubt delicious, but all I could think of was their final words. My last bit of food went down as a gray, tasteless lump. Tomorrow I was to return to the island with Chris so he could free me. If Klaus scared me, Chris fucking terrified me.
“Let’s go for a walk.” Jodie took my hand and tugged me to my feet.
We strolled, arm in arm, past the circle of brightness, our eyes adjusting to moonlight as we trod the cold sand. We couldn’t go far anyway and the only predators on this island were the mosquitoes and the men behind us.
I stared up at the crescent moon and leaned my head in toward Jodie with my arm sliding about her waist.
“Friends still?” she murmured. “Even after everything?”
“Yes.” I was miserable and didn’t know how to fix this.
The coldness at the pit of my stomach was to do with my dread of travelling with Chris, or so I told
myself, and nothing to do with leaving Klaus and Jodie. I was sure of that, until she pulled me up against a sun-warm boulder and kissed me.
Jodie tilted up my chin with her fingers. “I’m sorry this ends you know, though I guess to you this is a victory. You know that I love you?”
I rested my forehead on hers a moment, struggling with my answer. “Yes, I do. Because I love you too.”
Then she sniffed and curled her arms around me, hugging me in tight. I began to cry, silently, trying not to let her notice because it was so dumb.
A tear rolled onto her arm from my cheek.
“You crying?”
I sighed, and nodded. “I’m stupid, aren’t I?”
“I have no idea. Guess we both are. Let’s just hug a while before we go back.”
“Okay. And…” My hands were at her hips and I moved my fingers and resettled them, squeezing, playing with her as the cotton dress slid on her skin. I wanted to somehow implant a memory that would never fade of her warmth, her exact shape, of the sound of her voice, and her scent. I never wanted to forget this night. “Jodie, I’d like to kiss you again. If that’s okay?”
I felt her laughter in the shake of her body. “Sure. We can do that. This, pet, should be our goodbye. I want to make it now and not tomorrow when the guys are watching.”
“Yes. I want that too. Though I wish…” You could come with me. But that was wrong, she belonged to Klaus more than to me. I was a late extra.
She paused for a long shuddering inhalation. “Oh my, though. I don’t know where Klaus and I are going. Maybe he’ll say after you’re gone?”
Here we were saying our goodbyes and she was worried more about where they were going? Somehow that said this, us, didn’t mean as much to her as it did to me. The story of my life.
“Maybe. Maybe you can somehow send me a message and I can come visit you? In a few months? A year?”
“Maybe.” She didn’t sound hopeful. That was yet another blow to my ego. Here I was, willing to follow her to some unknown place and to risk being near Klaus, dealer of pain, and she rejected me?
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