Billionaire Romance: Royal Island Yacht Club

by Jennifer King

  “You okay?” said Sean, as he glistened in sweat.

  “Yeah,” gasped Julianne. “I am a little worn out. So what do you say, lover? Do me slowly…and sweetly…think you can handle that, stud?”

  “Anything you say,” replied Sean, before leaning in to kiss Julianne softly.

  He remained fixed inside the carnal reservoir within her vagina. As per Julianne’s request, Sean plundered deep into Julianne with a tender and considered stroke. He began to roll over onto his side. He held Julianne in his arms, as he enclosed himself over her. She was completely within his thrall. It was difficult to say for sure, but Julianne observed that Sean didn’t seem as confident in himself unless he was wildly humping her. Still, Julianne found no purpose in fretting, considering the gigantic cock moving up and down her pulsating vaginal walls.

  Ben stepped forward. He was fully erect and ready for action. Sean didn’t notice that Ben was coming up behind him. But Julianne saw him and beamed.

  “Come to join us?” sighed Julianne luxuriously.

  “If you don’t mind,” replied Ben.

  Sean turned around. He nodded with determination.

  “Okay. Erickson, what do you want me to do?”

  “I’ve told you about that. Sean, I want you to keep doing her like that, but I want you to take her from behind. I want you to go nice and slow and firm…”

  Ben pointed to the adjacent empty corner on the mattress.

  “I’m going to lay down here. Julianne, I want you to suck my dick.”

  “Oh yeah?” Julianne flirted.

  “Suck it dry, sweetheart.”

  The trio formulated a linked chain of glowing, lustful bodies gleaming against the coital sunlight. Sean resisted the temptation to bring out the beast in himself. Julianne stupidly grinned as she felt Sean plunging even deeper into her illicit contents. She placed her fingers on Ben’s penis and instantly noticed the slightest orgasmic discharge resting comfortably on the tip of his cock. There was more than enough for Julianne to get Ben nice and lubricated. Her fingers spiraled around Ben’s shaft. He could feel Julianne’s lusty breath cooling his genitals, as she continued to react favorably to Sean taking her firmly and passionately from behind. Sean slapped one hand down on Julianne’s backside. Julianne groaned and rolled her eyes backward. Her fingers gave way to her ravenous lips. Her throat opened wide. Julianne allowed for a safe and smooth passage deep into her mouth. Julianne suddenly realized in the middle of this moment that multiple orifices were being penetrated and pleasured at once. This was yet another first for Julianne. This thought compelled Julianne to slurp even harder down on Ben’s gloriously stiff dick.

  But the chain didn’t last for long. Julianne found herself increasingly drawn into Ben’s allure. Whenever she looked up at this refined older gentleman, she couldn’t help but swoon. Sean’s determined thrusting suddenly took on a strange new power: it propelled Julianne to break away from Sean’s pounding and climb closer to Ben.

  Sean realized it was now his turn to watch. He stepped off the mattress and wandered over to another chair that was closer to the bed. Sean took on the role of voyeur, while Ben took on the role of Julianne’s lover. Ben’s hands wandered all over Julianne’s body. Ben gave himself over to Julianne entirely. He allowed the brooding Casanova within him to perform as unselfishly inside her as he could. They caressed each other’s faces. Ben arched his back; Julianne arched hers. They held onto each other’s fingertips, as they heaved their pelvises into one another. Julianne could feel Ben’s finely crafted cock making its passionate encounter with her G-spot. She reached down and played with herself. She watched as Ben gritted his teeth again and bit down on his lower lip in order to keep himself from exploding. The image was irresistible. They clasped hands. Ben demanded that Sean return to the bed. He collapsed onto his back, as Julianne began to ride him.

  “I want you to suck him off until he comes,” said Ben. “Let’s all see if we can come at the same time.”

  Sean stood above Julianne. She passionately worked the shaft and twirled her tongue round the head, as she rode herself into a climax. Ben announced he was about to come himself. Julianne grabbed Sean and accepted his climax with the utmost pleasure.

  Julianne collapsed beside Ben. Sean collapsed onto Julianne’s other side. The threesome was over.

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  The trio sat up on the bed, exhausted and elated. The two gentlemen held up brandy glasses and gently swilled them. Ben gazed into the brown liquor, almost in a trance. The post-coital endorphins made them all feel quite high. Sean was looking nowhere in particular. Julianne looked at her lovers and smiled.

  “Well?” Julianne broke the silence. “What shall we do now?”

  Ben straightened his back.

  “I don’t know how you expect us to top what we just did.”

  “I never said we had to ‘top’ anything. But from what I understand, it’s going to be a little while before the boats head back to the mainland. Seeing as how we’ve a little bit of time to kill, I thought maybe we could go for a walk?”

  “I take it you’re still making your decision?” said Sean.

  “You could say that,” replied Julianne. “What I just experienced, well, it’s a large piece of the puzzle for sure. But my membership shouldn’t be built on a foundation of just sex.”

  “So what exactly did you have in mind?” Ben inquired.

  “I want you men to court me.”

  “Court you?”

  “Yes. You’re already courting me, of course. I figure I might as well move it along to the next level. You’ve both explored my body. I think it’s high time you set about exploring my heart.”

  “I’d be delighted,” said Sean.

  “And so would I,” replied Ben.

  “Lovely.”

  Julianne stepped off the mattress and spun around on her toes.

  “Don’t get up, boys. I’m going to freshen up. You enjoy your cocktails.”

  Julianne excused herself from the bedroom. Ben and Sean drank from their glasses silently. Behind them the view blustered. The sun was bright and the storm long since finished, but the island was rattled. A wind blew uneasily.

  They remained alone until they heard a tapping noise on the window. It seemed that the two gentlemen were in such deep thought that they failed to keep track of the time. Misters Black and Erickson, respectively, were plotting their next moves. As a result, they had little desire or need to speak to one another. They had nearly forgotten about Julianne’s departure until they heard the sound of her knuckles gently and playfully tapping against the glass.

  The boys turned. Julianne was wearing a light summer dress: a baby blue frock adorned with deep crimson roses in bloom. The wind, apparently overcome with lust, spun around her and teased the contours of her body. She giggled, as she tried to stifle the blustering effect, accidentally reminding the two gentlemen of the screen goddess Marilyn Monroe. She took a couple of steps back and motioned with her index finger, beckoning Ben and Sean outside. Julianne sprinted. In the blink of an eye, she was nowhere to be found.

  Ben raised his eyebrows to Sean.

  “It seems she’s playing a little game with us,” observed Ben. “What do you think?”

  “It would appear so,” replied Sean with a tinge of what sounded to Ben like ambivalence.

  “Something the matter, chief?” Ben took advantage of the situation.

  “No,” Sean emphatically denied. “It just seems a little much. I’ve never been one for playing games.”

  “Oh, I don’t believe that for one second!” Ben teased before taking a drink.

  “Well, not these kinds of games. Hide-and-seek? I gave up this sort of thing as a child.”

  “Who said anything about hide-and-seek? She’s asking us to go outside and find her. Maybe it’s about time you let the inner child out. It’s good for the soul every now and then. It makes you feel young even when your body doesn’
t. You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

  “All right,” Sean stood up. “Let’s go find her. Is there a good closet around here?”

  Chapter Ten

  They managed to wrangle a couple of business casual suits out of a gentleman’s closet. They left the jackets in the beach house, deciding to keep it light by stepping outside in white button-down shirts and slacks. No shoes were required for this sojourn. They wandered silently through the moistened sand paths. Once again, the more relaxed Ben decided to initiate a conversation, as they allowed the tepid waves to wash over their feet.

  “Do you believe in fate, Sean?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about the events that brought us here. The way we both…stumbled upon this woman. The fact that we’re even in this situation at all, vying for her affections while strolling aimlessly on this island. And let’s not forget about the storm that brought us here.”

  “I’m amazed we weren’t struck dead by that.”

  “It was a risk. But that’s what I’m saying. Isn’t it odd that we’re doing this at all? Surely we could have any woman we wanted at the drop of a hat. They’re flowing out of the taps in the Royale Island Yacht Club, not to mention the thousands of mistresses and high-class escorts guys like you and me can afford. And yet here we are. What is it about Julianne, you think?”

  “For me it’s that down-to-earth quality. You don’t meet girls like her those ways. And she has a lot more tricks up her sleeve than a lot of the escorts on my Contacts list. Maybe that’s all it is. She’s…unique.”

  “You know, Julianne comes from a world they refer to as the ninety-nine percent. And Sean, we are that one percent. You know that, right? There’s people out there who hate us because we exist. And yet Julianne is a real person from the real world. That has to count for something. Sometimes I forget about that world.”

  “But even she wants to choose rich. The way we chose rich.”

  “Well, I suppose she has to choose. How aged would she like her bottle of rich?”

  “I guess we’ll find out,” sighed Sean. “Maybe we should split up? It might be easier to find her if we’re spread out.” He stopped dead in his tracks. “Besides…this is a game, right? First one to find Julianne wins?”

  “If that’s the rule,” Ben winked.

  “I’m going to try the woods area.”

  “I’ll continue walking this way. I like this path anyway. A nice little walk along the beach is what I need.”

  Sean shot Ben a sharp glance. Sean still found it difficult to cope with Ben’s abundant sense of serenity. If nothing else, splitting up provided Sean with an excuse to anxiously search for Julianne by himself. He made a beeline for the small woodland patch on the other side of the island. He ran, of course, nearly cascading into a block of dunes as he fled.

  Ben’s wander took him back to the island pier. He didn’t have a particular course of action planned. It was perfectly possible, he realized, that Sean would stumble upon Julianne before he did. He tried not to let Sean’s sense of one-upmanship get the best of him. Instead, Ben quietly took in the coastline’s post-tempest afterglow. Ben continued to walk until he found himself in the presence of the yacht that took him to Royale Island in the first place: The Olympian.

  Julianne was waiting. She was perched up atop one of the wooden posts, while swinging her crossed legs into the air.

  “Where’s Sean?” asked Julianne.

  “He went looking for you in the woods,” replied Ben.

  “He should’ve went looking there earlier. It was the first place I went after I finally got your attention. The two of you sitting there, drinking your expensive brandy, while talking about business no doubt.”

  Julianne smiled coyly. Ben laughed before shaking his head.

  “We weren’t saying much about business. We weren’t saying much about anything. Well, except you.”

  “Oh? Please do tell.”

  “Only good things. That’s all you need to know, right?”

  “I suppose I’ll have to accept the mystery.”

  As they chatted sweetly, a gust of wind threatened to break up the calm.

  “Should we head inside, Julianne?” Ben sounded concerned.

  “Let’s wait for Sean,” Julianne shrugged. It’s a small island; he’ll figure it out.”

  Julianne and Ben let a brief, comfortable silence pass between them.

  “I assume you want to head back home tonight, right?”

  “Well I’d like to get off the island, that’s for sure. That storm was fun, but it freaked me out a little bit.”

  “They aren’t that common, I assure you.”

  “Well, still. My friends are probably worried about me. I mean, nobody has heard from me all day today, so everyone definitely thinks I’m dead.”

  “I don’t think they’re going to leap to that conclusion after one day.”

  “The people in my life are paranoid. You’d be surprised.”

  “If you want, we can go back inside and you can make some calls.”

  “Nah. They need a little excitement in their lives.”

  “You’ve certainly caught the excitement bug yourself.”

  “I think I’m becoming addicted to it.”

  “Well, don’t become too addicted. Not every day will give you an adventure like this.”

  “I know. I have to tell you, though, I’m absolutely starving. So when Sean gets back here, can we get something to eat like…right away?”

  “We can probably arrange something. If I were you, though, I’d save my appetite.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “They serve dinner around five. It’s always first-class. I was thinking we could…well, perhaps the winner is allowed to accompany you to dinner? And then take you back home?”

  “That could work…”

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  Sean was nearly out of breath when he discovered Ben and Julianne waiting for him by the pier. He took a moment to compose himself before calmly continuing the rest of the journey. As he approached, he adopted a wide and enthusiastic grin, pretending as though Ben’s success in finding Julianne first didn’t bother him.

  “I hope you weren’t waiting long!” said Sean, as he cheerfully greeted them.

  “No, Ben just got here a minute ago.”

  “Yeah, you haven’t been missing much. No worries. How was your walk in the woods?”

  “Lovely.”

  “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” Julianne replied.

  Suddenly, another gust of wind seized upon Julianne and careened her into the water. Sean cried out and gestured with his hands, uncertain of the best course of action to take. Ben immediately dove into the sea. He waded around until Julianne surfaced. She gasped. Ben grabbed hold of Julianne and guided her toward Sean, who was reaching out while resting on one knee. Sean pulled her up onto the boards. Ben swam over to the ladder and joined them. Julianne sat forward and caught her breath.

  “Is everything okay, my darling?” Ben urgently asked.

  “Yeah I’m fine,” a delirious Julianne responded. “Oh my God. Guys, I’m so sorry.”

  “There’s no need to apologize.”

  “I can’t stay dry for a second. How this keeps happening to me, I will never know. I hope it isn’t some kind of omen.”

  “It’s quite all right. It’s happened to me before, and I’m sure it’s happened to Sean before.”

  “I know. You’re right. But thank you, Ben…oh, and Sean.”

  “Sorry for not jumping in,” Sean acknowledged. “I’ve never had to save somebody before; I’ve never been in this position…”

  “Don’t worry about it. Although, for future reference, jumping in is preferable.”

  “Right…” Sean reluctantly nodded.

  They agreed to take Julianne inside as soon as possible. After another shower, Julianne ordered room service. They had small salads and
sandwiches sent over to the room that the threesome had commandeered. After they let their stomachs settle, they turned to one another.

  “Okay boys,” said Julianne. “I think the three of us need to have a talk.”

  Julianne dragged two chairs over to the center of the room. She commanded the boys to sit. Sean and Ben looked straight ahead, their backs turned to the king-size bed. Julianne paced in front of them. She felt like a judge on a primetime reality talent show, taking each stride as though she were a little too eager to send one of them packing their bags in front of their peers.

  “How was lunch, boys?”

  They nodded in tacit approval.

  “Good,” said Julianne, as she folded her arms and ceased her gait. “Well, it’s getting late. It’s well into the afternoon now, the yachts are setting sail for the mainland in a number of hours, and I’d like to get back to reality, if only for a short time. You understand that, right? Well, I think one of you understands that, but we’ll get to that.”

  Julianne listened to herself and stifled a prideful blush. Years of binge watching America’s Next Top Model was finally paying off. But first, Julianne felt she needed to release a sincere compliment to soften the blow that she was about to deliver.

  “First of all, I wanted to thank the two of you for the most amazing…crazy mind-blowing day of my entire life. Just this time yesterday, I was a working girl in a dead-end job…you know, you pay the bills, you set up those direct deposits, and the next thing you know you’re looking at your bank account and you only have forty dollars left to last you a week and a half. In New York City, for God’s sake! And now, I’m about to become a member of the Royale Island Yacht Club. How did I get here? Two sexy-as-fuck rich guys chased me around the island for a day and then periodically screwed my brains out. Is it weird that I’ve always fantasized about this type of thing?”

  “I don’t see why,” replied Sean.

  “Well, I called it a fantasy for a reason. God, maybe next thing I know, I’ll look at the window and pigs really will be flying.”