Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat)

by Titania Ladley

  Gulp.

  They both drew out their wallets and, one at a time, slipped cash into the butler’s hand as they shook it. He grinned, nodded his thanks and crossed to the door. He exited the suite and pulled the door to a close behind him.

  “I’m so damn ready to get this party started.” Keefer whipped his shirt over his head and exposed his buffness. Ha-ha, His Buffness—His Inked Buffness. Her mouth watered. Oh, yeah, the man certainly fit the bill for King of Hotness.

  Jager did, too. He discarded every stitch of clothing and strode to the lanai tiki bar, his enormous cock bouncing with each step. He rummaged around, found three shot glasses and juggled a bottle of tequila. “Something tells me this party started when I set foot on the tarmac at the Karibu airport.” He winked at Anjelee. “Or maybe it started in Kabana.”

  Kabana...

  She stared up at the black expanse of star-studded sky and imagined a skylight...with a peeping photographer snapping shots of the blatant ecstasy to come. Private ecstasy.

  Her jaw set. Ooh, she would totally go nuclear on the intruder. Their career would be toast, their life would be as good as dead. They would be behind bars in a flippin’ snap.

  Yet it had been okay for her to do it? No, no, there was still Ali and her mother to think of. So she’d had a justifiable reason to break the law—hadn’t she?

  Oh, God, she couldn’t think straight, not with all this temptation surrounding her.

  All righty, hon, harden your ass and put Ali and Mom out of your mind for now. Put Kabana out of your head, Karibu into it. Time to have some fun. Time to pretend these men have no connection to your idiot self, and that you’ll never see life through iron bars. That’s right, they love you and cherish you beyond all else, and neither of them, not even Jager, will allow that to happen.

  “Yeah, right. Love,” she muttered. “My ass.”

  Jager brought the shot glasses over, lowered himself to the edge of the hot tub and sat next to her. “What was that?”

  “Nothing.” She took the tequila from him and downed it in one swallow. It blazed down her throat and settled warm in her belly as she slid into the jetted tub, clothes and all.

  Keefer stepped out of his shorts and dived into the pool. He surfaced, long dark hair slicked back from his sharp features, and let out a whoop. He swam to the hot tub, climbed up and in. “Ah, what a night.” He took the shot glass from Jager. They clinked them together. “To the three of us, and to more hot nights in Karibu yet to come.”

  They tossed back the liquor in unison. Both shook their heads and growled.

  Anjelee’s head spun. Their excitement, mixed with the tequila and martinis she’d already had, proved contagious. Anticipation seized her in one swoop of glee.

  Screw it. I’m going to live for tonight, and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

  “Woo, to the three of us is right!” Her raised voice carried out over the ocean. She wiggled out of her skimpy outfit, swung it around her finger and winged it up on the pool deck. “Can I have an amen all up in here?”

  “Amen.”

  “Aaa-men!”

  “Oh, yes. Speaking of men, get your ass in the spa with us.” She waved Jager in and squatted so that the bubbly water covered her shoulders.

  They bent and sandwiched her, Keefer on her left, Jager on her right. Arms encircled her beneath the surface, legs tangled with hers, half-erect cocks rubbed her hips. She slid her hands along their shoulders and held on. Muscles bunched and flexed beneath her kneading fingers.

  “Mmm.” Keefer nipped at her neck with his teeth. His warm breath sent a shiver straight to her toes. His fingertips—or was that Jager’s?—tweaked her nipple. It seemed to tug on an imaginary string of heat from her breast to her pussy.

  A hand cupped one of her rump cheeks. “Damn, you’re so hot. You drive me nuts.” Jager sucked on her earlobe before leaving a sprinkle of kisses across her cheek. His mouth found hers. A tremor shook him. His tongue pushed past her teeth and dueled with hers. He tasted of bitter liquor and parfait.

  Keefer floated around and took them both in his arms. Body parts melded, and she couldn’t tell where one ended and another began. He wiggled his mouth in and joined the kiss. The flavor intensified, this time enhanced by a hint of tobacco. Lips and tongues darted in and out. She took them both in, then just one, next the other.

  Something hard brushed her hood piercing. She came undone, her moan muffled by their hungry mouths. Her head fell back and she took in the sprinkle of stars on velvet black, the balmy breeze, the tropical scents and the rush of sea. Or was that the deafening rush of blood in her veins? A finger slid into her passage, then another. She planted her feet apart and straightened so that her breasts came out of the water. It was just the right level for both men to latch onto a nipple. Their palms grazed up her abdomen, mirror images of one another, until they had the swell of each breast lifted to their mouths. Duel tongues lashed at the tender areolas like mini flamed whips. She cradled their heads and held them to her breast. A fingertip swirled around her anus, a thumb around her clitoris.

  “Ah, that feels so good.” Her voice sounded raspy and strange to her ears. She bit her lip. Desire built inside her, sending a pleasurable, throbbing ache through her groin. She held on to muscle and hard flesh and rocked her hips, stroking the invading fingers.

  She was already there…so close.

  They released her and stood up, both panting. She closed her hands around each erect cock and stroked. “Why are you stopping?”

  “Hmm, you really know how to do that,” Jager growled. He curled his hand over hers and forced her to slow the tempo.

  Keefer clasped his hands behind his head and stared up at the sky. His smooth skin glistened, every muscle defined in shadow and torchlight. He let her jack him off fast, rough. “Babe, you keep that up, I’m going to explode.”

  “Uh-uh, too soon,” Jager said. He twined his fingers in hers and led her up the spa stairs to the patio deck. “They’ve given us access to all this wild shit, we’re gonna use it. Let’s get her in the swing.”

  Keefer grinned. “That’ll work.”

  Her skin prickled in response to the humid night air blowing across her damp flesh. She shivered. The swing… Jager led her to the contraption near the massage table. Keefer followed. She noted how the top of it had been secured to an overhead beam under the lanai overhang. It swung in the breeze and reminded her of a hammock with its ends tied together rather than at opposite poles. The brown leather mesh crisscrossed at wide intervals. She blew out a breath. Obviously, it’d been designed to get at body parts, crevices and holes from every angle possible.

  “Whoa. You’re really going to put me in that thing?”

  “Damn right. This thing’s got some real possibilities…” Jager scratched his whiskered jaw and studied it, as if to gauge its engineering and safety. He nodded, drew her closer and held it open. “Climb in.”

  When she hesitated, Keefer said, “C’mere, sweetheart.” His big hands spanned her ribcage. Jager held it still while Keefer lifted her and guided her into the contraption so that it cradled her, front and back, with her legs dangling on either side. The position spread her labia and bottom open between the crisscross straps. The winds licked at her damp flesh. Her breasts abraded over the leather and settled into two square openings. The rough pressure on her skin, coupled with the vulnerable pose, sent warm pulses to her groin. Droplets of come oozed from her pussy and moistened her folds.

  Oh, yeah this thing did have possibilities.

  It held her suspended at their mercy so that every nook and angle of her body became accessible to them.

  “Hell, if you don’t look all luscious hanging there like a sample of cotton candy.” Jager stroked his swollen cock and studied her. He licked his lips and groaned. “This right here makes the whole contest worth every embarrassing minute.”

  Keefer wrapped his arms around her from behind. He squeezed her and swayed with the swing. His mouth found her ne
ck through the straps, and he kissed and licked the sensitive flesh. One hand closed over her breast, the other massaged her cunt.

  “Anj is worth everything to me.” His words were gentle breaths along her earlobe, his manhood a long pole grinding into her buttocks.

  Jager’s gaze held hers. She saw lust and admiration and something indefinable in them. Her pulse fluttered. He moved closer, wrapped his arms around her from the front and pressed a warm, short kiss to her lips. “I think I’m starting to come around to that very same sentiment.”

  He closed his mouth over hers and rocked her world.

  There were hard cocks, caressing hands and soft mouths everywhere. The men moved and twisted her to get at each angle and orifice. She lost all control, physically, emotionally. Her moans were catlike, her lungs burned, her breathing shallow. Tears gathered in her eyes. She could admit she’d loved Keefer for years, but along had come Jager, pretty much out of nowhere, claiming a chamber in her heart she’d kept locked up without realizing it.

  And right here dangled the key: Two lovers.

  Out of the corner of her vision, she saw Keefer pluck up a condom, heard the ripping noises as he prepared to roll it over his erection.

  “I know this is new to you, baby, so relax. I won’t go all the way...this time, anyway. Just tease and pleasure your beautiful ass while Jager takes care of the front.”

  With the exception of seeing it with her own eyes in Hawaii, she’d only known of anal sex in erotic books and pornos, but not in real life. Well, at least not in her real life. But here she hung in a sex-swing with two hot men worshipping her, while she was on the brink of that very eroticism.

  And it blew her away and back again.

  “Ahh, yes, it’s all for you, gorgeous.” Jager spoke against her mouth and followed with a gentle, mind-exploding kiss. One of his hands kneaded her breast while the other slid around and pulled open her buttocks for Keefer. She cried out when lips dragged from the globe of her buttocks to her hole, and sensations bombarded her in wild succession with the simultaneous probing of Jager’s penis against her pussy.

  Then tongue and cock slid into her in unison.

  “Mmm.”

  There were no words to describe the dual penetration of stone-hard manhood filling her to the womb, while a hot, wet tongue speared her ass. They started a rhythm of one in, one out, then a synchronized, deep penetration.

  Anjelee gripped the swing straps on either side of her face for leverage. Anticipation streamed through her bloodstream in a river of heat. She wrapped her legs around Jager’s hips and started an undulation that drove them deeper still. Amazing. The orgasm was right there. She could almost touch it, taste it, even hear it.

  Jager’s eyelids fanned open. His pupils were dilated, black overtaking hazel. With the full moon behind him, he looked mysterious, almost vampire-like. His voice came out husky, soft. “Aah, he’s playing with my balls while he tastes you. It feels so fucking good. You. Him. Us.”

  The orgasm ripped through her before she could savor the anticipation. Her scream carried out across the veranda, lost on the sea. She held on tight and rode the tide, the leather straps biting into her fingers with her tightening grasp.

  Jager grunted, his face screwed up in pleasure-pain. “Hell, no. I’m not going to come yet, I’m not—” He tore his cock from her just as her release crashed to a halt. “Holy fuck, that was close.”

  “But why didn’t you…?”

  Her words trailed off when Keefer dragged her from the swing. Her legs felt like rubber bands. He steadied her, then bent and lifted her into his arms. “That was just to get you started. We have an entire night ahead of us, and that giant bed is waiting for some attention.”

  Jager strode through the lanai into the suite. Over his shoulder, he said with a snort, “And I know a couple of other ‘giant‘ things that are waiting for some attention, too.” He threw back the comforter and climbed onto the bed.

  Keefer set her down on the mattress and kissed her before nudging her toward the center. She rolled over and he crawled on all fours behind her. He still had the condom on, still had that enormous erection.

  “Neither of you got to…”

  Jager tossed a tube of lubrication to Keefer. Then his hand eased over Anjelee’s belly and curled around Keefer’s hard-on. “Don’t worry, we will. We all will.”

  Keefer closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He snapped open the bottle and squirted the clear gel on the tip of his penis. The crux of Anjelee’s thighs rewarmed when Jager stroked Keefer’s cock to spread the slickness over the condom.

  Jager kissed her, pushing his warm, moist tongue between her lips. Keefer merged into the kiss. His mouth trembled against theirs when her hand joined Jager’s, and together, they drew out Keefer’s groans until he resembled a wild animal driven by lust and instinct. It gave her a sense of control, of intoxicating power. Both men were hers. She called all the shots and they knew it; in fact, they wanted it that way.

  Two hands explored her breasts. They swelled and tingled with each brush and pinch of the nipples. Fresh coils of pleasure built in her stomach. It sent pulses to the juncture of her thighs, which in turn forced her legs open and had her bucking upward toward release, a touch, anything that could soothe the tight ache.

  Jager should do for now. She tugged him over until he settled between her spread thighs. Her hand remained on Keefer’s cock, her lips on both hungry mouths. Tongues probed, teeth nipped. Their sounds of tortured pleasure harmonized with the distant reggae music at the disco and the pounding of the surf on the beach below.

  Jager grazed his cock back and forth over her clit. “Mmm-mmm.” He sucked her tongue past his teeth, barring Keefer from the kiss.

  Keefer didn’t seem to mind. He eased his cock free of her grip. She got a vague sense of him moving away, shifting on the bed until his weight sunk the mattress between her feet…behind Jager.

  She swiveled her hips and searched for the head of Jager’s penis with her damp juncture. The thick tip eased into her, just the tip. The moment hung in time. She imagined it as a snapshot of her future—their future—seen through the lens of her camera.

  Whoa. Way too profound for me.

  But seriously, it wasn’t like the first time with Jager, where their joining had been a result of volatile tempers, and it wasn’t even close to the second time when he’d taken her with fierce arousal in the gym while Keefer watched. Or the time he’d watched Keefer make love to her under the sun on their raft. Even minutes ago in the swing, with the two of them inflicting mind-blowing pleasure on her didn’t even compare to this time.

  This time, the connection was about to be born: Keefer to Jager to her, and back around again.

  An interlocking puzzle of their futures.

  Crap, there I go again.

  This trio thing with these two men, geez, it was making her go all sappy and romantic. Not good. Just not good at all once they left Karibu.

  But you haven’t left yet. You’re here with them both, and it’s amazing. Just look at them!

  Jager would soon fill her up. His handsome face looked almost pained with the anticipation. And Keefer, hot as hell. A mischievous look in those dark eyes, watching her over Jager’s shoulder, just about to slide into Jager’s anus.

  “Anj...” The deep timbre of Keefer’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “You ready?”

  She blinked. “Yes, oh, yes.”

  He smiled, tucked himself closer to Jager and wrapped one arm around Jager’s torso. “How ‘bout you, man?” he asked in Jager’s ear. Then he kissed his neck and twisted on Jager’s nipples, one at a time.

  Jager groaned. “Hell yes. I’ve been ready since I had you both trapped in your room.”

  The three of them chuckled softly together.

  Jager turned his head when Keefer rooted for his mouth. They kissed, rabidly, man-on-man. Keefer kept his attention on her during the kiss, then he moaned and his gaze roamed lower to her breasts. Frissons o
f heat coiled from her nipples to her pussy where Jager slowly pushed another inch into her pussy, stretching her wide. Keefer must have probed Jager’s ass, because the pressure increased on her pelvis.

  Jager tensed, grunted. His eyelids fanned open and his gaze latched onto hers. After a moment of silence, his body relaxed, his breathing went shallow. His weight pressed closer, forcing her legs further apart. He filled her completely.

  She arched her back. “Mmm, feels so good.”

  Keefer held her gaze over Jager’s shoulder. He thrust forward in one smooth motion, pressing into Jager from behind, and she would never forget the expressions of bliss that washed over their faces.

  “Aah...” Jager groaned. His cock twitched inside her. “Yes, ah, man, it’s been so long, I don’t think I can hold back.”

  She reached up and wrapped her arms around necks, shoulders. The urge to get them closer almost felt obsessive, even critical to life, like oxygen or food. Jager buried his face in the crook of her neck, but at the same time, he pulled his cock halfway out. Keefer searched for her mouth over Jager’s shoulder. They could barely reach, but their tongues stretched and dueled.

  Jager pushed back inside her. Keefer’s momentum followed, and two animal sounds erupted.

  “He’s all the way inside me now, babe, just like I’m in you,” Jager said in her ear, making her tingle below.

  The pressure of their combined weight centered in her pelvis and nearly brought her to orgasm. The three-way dynamics gradually took hold—penetration with a trio of moans, withdrawal with a trio of gasps—and picked up tempo as they coordinated the perfect sexual rock-and-roll rhythm.

  Jager’s breathing went ragged. “So, so fucking hot.”

  Hot didn’t even begin to describe it. This was amazing. Kinky. Hedonistic. Totally out there.

  “Keefer... Jager...” Her release drew nearer with each jerk of her body into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around and pulled them closer. Keefer sank deep, Jager deeper yet. He reached down and molded his hands to her hips, rocking into her. The palms skimmed up her sides and made her shiver. She tasted champagne and tequila when he covered her mouth with his and drug her arms up to hold them captive on the bed. A strangled cry erupted from deep in her throat. Holding her upper body still gave her that extra little bit of leverage she needed to pump her hips faster and stroke Jager harder, deeper.