by Diane Leyne
Too long? She could feel the stretch as her men moved her slowly but steadily down onto Tait’s cock until finally her pelvis was pressed against his and his cock was completely buried inside her. She tried to move, but he held her still. In fact, he pulled her forward and wrapped two long arms around her, holding her completely still and she soon found out why.
She felt movement behind her and the mattress dipped and she could feel Aaron kneeling between her legs. Then she felt heard a squirting sound at the same time she felt cold liquid applied to her back entrance, and then she felt something small being pushed inside her. It was the nozzle of the tube of lube. She braced herself because she knew what was coming next as Aaron squirted the cold lube directly into her ass. Then his finger circling her entrance, massaging the liquid into her skin before pressing for entrance.
She groaned when she felt him penetrating her ass. He moved it in and out, in and out slowly, pressing in further with each stroke until it she felt his knuckle slide in. On the next stroke she realized he’d added a second finger and now he was moving them in a scissoring motion as he stretched and prepared her ass for his penetration.
Just the thought of him taking her ass while Tait was in her pussy pushed up her arousal. It wouldn’t take much to make her come. She had to force herself not to try to move and drag her clit across Tait’s hair roughened skin. Instead she focused on her breathing and tried to hold back the tide that was rising higher and higher. When he added a third finger she felt the first tremor start.
“Please, Sirs. I need to come!” she begged. “I can’t hold back.”
“Just a little bit longer, baby. Once my cock is inside you, you can come all you like!” Aaron promised.
“Hurry. Please!”
She felt him remove his fingers and position the fat head of his cock at the entrance to her ass. He moved his hands so that one holding his cock steady while he braced his weight on the other as he started to push inside her.
Even with his fingers loosening her up, she could still feel his cock spreading her wider and wider. The stretch turned into a burn, but a good one. She could feel the tremors gaining strength as he pushed deeper inside her. Once the head went in with a pop, and her muscled closed tight around him, he started a rhythm moving in and out, in and out. He kept moving, going deeper with each stroke until finally he was buried balls-deep in her ass and she was about to lose control.
“I can’t hold it anymore!”
“Then don’t. Come for us, Candy!”
That was all it took. Her climax came roaring through her like a damn burst and wave after wave of sensation pounded through her as her two men pounded her ass and her pussy, hard and without mercy, as out of control as she felt.
She screamed as her climax crested, but still they didn’t stop moving and before long, she could feel another wave rolling through her and then another and it was like they were never going to stop. She could feel her ass and pussy clamping down hard as yet another climax slammed through her.
“Oh, god, Tait. I can’t take it anymore. She’s clamped down so hard on my cock that I’m going to come. Hold her still so I can ride her hard to the end.”
Candy felt Tait stopping and gripping her tightly as Aaron braced himself on his forearms and rode her hard, pounding in to her ass over and over and finally held himself deep and she could feel the strength of his ejaculation into the condom he wore. It seemed to go on, but finally he pulled out and rolled to one side.
She was ready to start moving on Tait but he surprised her, holding her tightly and rolling so that she was under him. Then he reached down and slid his arms under her legs, pulling them up so she was helpless to do anything but take his thrusts as it was his turn to ride her hard until he too held himself deep, emptying himself into his condom.
* * * *
Aaron felt so damned good as he and Tait waited while Candy finished up in the bathroom. They’d both wanted to shower with her, but she’d kicked them out. That was okay, though. They’d have plenty of opportunities in the future.
He wanted to do a dance. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops. All was now right with his world. He knew that one night didn’t solve everything, but it was a damned good start. They were all on the same page, and together they could make this work.
He only wished that they could enjoy the next two weeks relaxing on the beach and playing in the dungeon, but they had to work. At least he was on daisy duty today, charged with refilling all the vases in the main building and on the tables in the restaurant. The best part of his job was the fact that he could do it while fully dressed. Tait, on the other hand, had another two-hour shift out at the pool wearing the swimsuit with the cutouts.
Then they’d both spend a few hours in the kitchen helping Candy.
The threesome headed to breakfast together, although they got up so late it was more like lunch time. Luckily the buffet served both types of food. He looked over at Candy filling her plate with bacon, eggs, toast, and hash browns, while he and Tait had chosen steak and eggs.
He looked around for a table. The staff ate at the same buffet as the guests, but they were required to sit at the communal tables furthest from the side of the restaurant that opened to the gardens. He sighed. Someday maybe the three of them could return as guests. At least, if Tait wasn’t permanently traumatized from his pool-boy uniform.
After filling their plates, they walked over to the tables. Luckily there were three seats available, two on one side and a third right across. As he and Tait followed Candy to the table, Aaron tried to figure out how to arrange for him and Candy to sit side by side with Tait in the solo seat. Unfortunately, they were intercepted by the chief lifeguard.
“Sorenson, got a second?” Aaron tried to detour around them but Lazaun stopped him. “I want to talk to you, too, Day.” Aaron had no choice but to stop and watch as Candy proceeded to the table. He saw her take one of the pair of free seats and immediately turn and speak to the staff sitting nearby. Damn. If they didn’t hurry, those seats would be filled, and he and Tait would be stuck on their own.
He looked around, only half listening to Lazaun prattle on. He saw the Doms and subs at their private tables, sometimes the subs sitting with their Masters and sometimes they were kneeling at their feet. There were other tables that appeared to consist of all Doms or all subs. He assumed this was because this was unattached Doms and subs week and they hadn’t made any connections. On the other hand, he, Tait, and Candy had a very strong connection, something he was grateful for. He looked wistfully at the kneeling subs knowing that Candy would hand him his nuts if he suggested she do that. Outside of a scene, she didn’t react well to orders. Inside of a scene, she loved them.
He realized that Tait and Lazaun had stopped talking and were looking at him and he hadn’t heard a word they’d said after hello.
“Um…”
“Well, do you agree?” Lazaun was impatient. “Yes or no?”
“Yes?”
As soon as the word was out of his mouth, he realized he’d made a mistake as Tait smiled broadly.
“Great.” He slapped Aaron heartily on the back. Aaron could feel his stomach drop as Tait doubled over with laughter. “Tait can show you where to pick up a swimsuit. You both need to be down at the pool area by one forty five at the absolute latest. The volleyball tournament starts promptly at two.”
“Oh shit!”
“Oh shit indeed. Check that out!” Aaron looked to where Tait was pointing. There was no longer an empty chair beside Candy. Instead she was smiling and laughing at Leo. Leo! He knew he didn’t like that kid.
Chapter Nine
Candy didn’t know what Lazaun was saying to Tait and Aaron, but Tait was finding it highly amusing and Aaron clearly wasn’t listening. She nudged Leo. “Check this out. Any minute now, whatever Lazaun is saying is going to sink in for Aaron, and I’ll wager that he’s not going to react the same way, not at all.”
“Honey, that’s a bet I’m not goi
ng to take. Oh, look. It’s coming.” They watched Lazaun slap Aaron’s back, say a few final words, and stride away as Aaron’s face fell and Tait cracked up. Then Tait straightened and looked right at her then over to Leo and back again. Then he poked Aaron.
“Uh-oh. They don’t like me sitting beside you. I’d better move.”
He started to stand but Candy grabbed his arm. “First of all, it’s not assigned seating. Second of all, there are no other chairs at this end of the table. I don’t want them to fight over who sits next to me. And third…”
“Third?”
“Third, it’ll do them good to learn not to take me for granted.”
Candy watched as they carried their trays down to the end of the table where they were lost to sight as they sat down.
“So, Candy. Now that we can’t see their death glares, I thought we could talk about the supply runs.”
“Those are on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, right?”
“Yes. And the next one is tomorrow. Carter puts the week’s orders in every Saturday, so it’s too late to change Thursdays, but you can probably still make some changes to Saturday’s order.”
“I’ll go over things this afternoon and let you know if there are any changes. Then I’ll start working on next week’s orders.”
“I know that Carter prepared some suggested menus along with what would need to be ordered. And Miguel does the breakfast and lunch orders.”
“What time do you leave?”
“I like to be on the water by nine. You don’t have to come unless you want to. I’m good with picking things up on my own.”
“I’d like to have a walk around the market and see what’s available before I finalize the menu. Unless you’d rather go on your own. I don’t want to slow you down or get in the way. I can always go over on my own. I may live in Texas, but I spent many holidays on the water. I know how to handle a boat.”
“I’m sure you do. In fact, I’m happy to let you drive if you like. And I’d love the company, that is, if your men will let you go out alone with me.”
“My men will have to accept that when it comes to my work and my friends, I’m in charge. I may be submissive in the bedroom, but I’m definitely not a twenty-four-seven submissive under normal circumstances.”
“What kind of abnormal circumstances would make you want to be twenty-four-seven?” Leo sounded genuinely curious.
“Vacationing in a place like this. It would be a fun change of pace, but only fun because it would have an expiration date. I know some people love being totally controlled by their Doms, but I don’t know how they can do that and then go to work and be in charge. I own and run my own diner back in Satisfaction. I’m the boss. I don’t know how I could handle being submissive except when I was working.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Have you?”
Leo laughed. “Yes, I have.”
“You’re a switch. When you were twenty-four-seven, were you the Dom or the sub?”
“Sub. To be honest, I’m mostly the sub, especially when I’m involved with a man. I can’t top a man, but I can top a woman.”
“So you are bi?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“Not unless you hit on one of my men. Other than that, I’m fine.”
“Then why that expression?”
Candy laughed. “That’s what my friends call my matchmaking look. Unfortunately all the single gay or bi men I know are back in Texas. I don’t suppose you are interested in moving?”
“Are all the men as good looking and hung as Tait and Aaron?”
“Yup.”
“Sign me up!”
* * * *
The Philipsburg farmers’ market was amazing. Candy went into town with Leo on Thursday almost came home without her purse. She’d discovered guavaberries. The vendor explained to her that the berries were from the guavaberry trees found all over the Caribbean, but mainly cultivated in St. Maarten. Their main use today is to create a liqueur.
“Can I use them to make jam?”
“Most certainly, mademoiselle. In fact, my grandmother makes the best guavaberry jam on the island.” The young vendor reached down and pulled out a small jar from under the table. “She doesn’t make much, so I save it for my best customers. Would you like a taste?”
“That is amazing. What’s the recipe?”
“I have no idea!” The vendor laughed. “But my grandmother, who makes the jam, will be here on Sunday, if you care to come back.”
She’d just taken another bite of cracker slathered in guavaberry jam when a shaggy-haired teenager grabbed her purse and ran.
She was doubly shocked because it was broad daylight and all the islanders she’d met were wonderful. Leo had told her of the low crime rate, and everyone she’d met had agreed, but nevertheless, her purse was gone. It had all happened so fast that she was still standing with the rest of the cracker in her hand when a man walked toward her, carrying her purse in his right hand.
“Sorry, miss. That young miscreant got away, but I did manage to retrieve your bag.”
“Thank you so much, Mr.…”
“Franklin. Don Franklin.” He held his hand out.
“Candy Lowe. Nice to meet you, Mr. Franklin.”
Just then Leo came running up. “Someone just told me you were mugged! Are you okay, Candy?”
“I’m fine, Leo. Even got my purse back. This is Mr. Franklin. He managed to retrieve my purse.”
“Don, please. Nice to meet you Leo.” He smiled broadly and shook hands with Leo. Don Franklin smiled. He had dark hair and eyes and an easy smile. He appeared to be about forty and was good looking in an austere sort of way. He also reminded Candy of someone she knew or she’d met. It wasn’t a close friend, but he did remind her of someone. She frowned. She hated when something like this hovered just on the edge of her memory. Oh, well. It would come to her eventually. In the meantime she would enjoy the interaction between Don and Leo. Was this the start of a relationship? Had her misfortune ended up as good fortune for Leo?
She watched as Don held Leo’s hand just a beat longer than necessary. Leo blushed and mumbled hello. Candy watched as they exchanged pleasantries. She could see that Leo was definitely attracted to her savior. She could see why. Don was the traditional tall, dark, and handsome, and she could see an admirable breadth of chest beneath his slightly too tight T-shirt. His biceps were impressively ripped and he gave the impression of controlled strength. Very impressive.
She turned to the young guavaberry vendor who insisted on presenting her with a bottle of jam and another of the liqueur to help with the shock. In return, Candy promised to return on Saturday and meet her.
He was a good conversationalist and soon had them both laughing. She’d thought he was flirting with her at first but she soon felt silly as she realized that he was subtly flirting with Leo. She wanted to laugh at herself. He was just being charming and friendly, but his interest definitely wasn’t with her and she felt bad that she’d misjudged him. She felt especially bad since he’d retrieved her purse from the thief.
When she tuned back into the conversation, she realized Leo was blushing again and mumbling something about needing to finish loading the van with their order before hurrying away.
“Miss Lowe. Candy. Can I ask you something? About your friend?”
“Yes, he’s single, Don, and if you trifle with him, I’ll sic my security officer boyfriends on you. Understand me, Mr. Franklin?”
“I do, Miss Lowe. Perhaps the three of us could have a bite to eat together and you’ll find that I’m not such a bad guy?”
“Perhaps. We have to get back to the island now, but we’ll be back here on Saturday at the same time to pick up supplies. We’ll be stopping for coffee at Sheldon’s Café around nine, if you happen to be around. We both work and are only in St. Maarten three days and mornings a week to pick up supplies. We have to get back to the island after we load the boat, but we can spare fifteen minutes.�
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“You don’t trust me alone with Leo?”
“I don’t know you, Mr. Franklin, so no, I don’t trust you. But it’s clear that Leo’s interested. But he’s young and trusting.”
“And you aren’t.”
She shook her head as she stared him down. She’d only met Leo days ago, but there was something about him that brought out all of her protective instincts. He was sweet and trusting and since she had been the inadvertent cause of their meeting, she felt responsible for making sure that Don treated him right.
“Exactly. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have to take our purchases down to the Dock. We’re already running late and we have a lot of supplies to deliver.”
“Dock? That’s right. You mentioned an island?”
“Yes, we both work at a resort on a nearby private island.”
“Oh, sounds interesting. Perhaps I can come visit your island and take you both out for a meal? You might feel more…secure…on your home ground, so to speak.”
“Sorry, only prescreened guests and staff. Coffee Saturday or nothing, I’m afraid.”
“Are you sure? Perhaps Friday when you don’t have to rush back to the island?”
And then she remembered the guavaberry lady’s grandmother.
“Friday won’t work. I have to talk to Leo, but I have to make a special trip back to visit the market on Sunday. Yes, Sunday will be better because we don’t have to rush back with the supplies like we normally do on market days. I can see if Leo’s interested in coming. If he is, I am sure we’ll be stopping for coffee at Sheldon’s Café around nine.”
“It’s a date! With Leo, that is, Ms. Chaperone, however, you are very much welcome.” With a grin, he disappeared into the crowd. She watched him leave and jumped when Leo tapped her arm.