by Terry Towers
It was nice to see Violet and Dylan let loose after the shit I got us all into, thanks to my impulsiveness in the pool. Thankfully no one had put two and two together and figured it out—yet. I had to keep optimistic. As time went by, I became more confident that we were in the clear.
“That meal was incredible,” Violet said, sitting back in her chair with a wide smile on her face. “Despite the blindfolding and nearly peeing myself in the car on the way here, this has been one of the best days I’ve had in a very long time.”
“Totally. I appreciate you thinking of this, Zack,” Dylan added. “I think we all needed a break away from the craziness.”
“But the craziness isn’t over yet.”
Violet looked down at her watch. “It’s past nine at night. What could you possibly have planned that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
I smiled. One thing that made me so good with women was the fact I listened. She’d been complaining for the past couple of days that she was tense and needed a good massage, but she just didn’t have the time to set aside to get one, so I’d pulled a couple of strings and had the resort keep the spa open so we could use the facilities. None of the staff would be there, but using the equipment wasn’t overly complicated. I was told I gave a kick-ass massage, so as far as I was concerned, we were set.
“We’re going to head to the spa and me and Dylan are going to give you a massage. Then the three of us are going to relax in the private hot tub. Or steam room. Whatever tickles our fancy, really.”
“Is that allowed?”
I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “Anything is possible.”
She giggled, her entire face lighting up. “Wow. I guess hanging out with you two has its privileges. But if you could swing that then why couldn’t you swing staff in the spa?”
I leaned across the table and took her hand in mine. “Maybe we wanted you all to ourselves.”
Her mouth opened, but no words came out as a blush began to color her cheeks. It was cute how I could still get her to blush, even after what we’d been through together. She cleared her throat, “That sounds like a good idea.”
“Good. Well let’s head on up. I have my room key coded for the spa so we can head there now.”
~*~ TT ~*~
Violet
I’d sworn to myself that nothing more would develop between me and either of the guys. But after today being such a perfect day, it was hard to keep back the feelings that were filling me up.
Zack swiped his card into the entry system and sure enough the door beeped and we entered. Even though this was authorized use, there was still a small feeling of naughtiness at what we were doing as we entered, closing the door behind us.
The overhead lights were off, but there were dim sconces on the wall that made it just light enough for us to navigate through the spa to find the rooms containing the massage tables.
“Aren’t they scared we might steal some of their stuff?” I asked.
Zack looked over his shoulder at me in the entranceway of one of the rooms, giving me an odd look. “I doubt they’d care, considering how much we’re paying a night to be here.”
“How much are you paying a night? Our suite is a three-bedroom suite; it’s like a mini apartment. Do I even want to know?”
He grinned. “No, no you don’t.” And then he walked into the room. After a little searching he found a lighter and began to light some of the candles around the room. While he lit the candles, Dylan searched up some massage oil.
“Strip down, boss,” Zack said upon lighting the last candle. The room now had a soft, romantic glow. This was supposed to be relaxing, but instead my heart rate was accelerating, this was a very dangerous situation.
“I’m not sure…”
“It’s not a big deal. We’re all friends here,” Dylan said with a lazy grin, his gaze catching mine and locking on. He was challenging me; I could see it in his eyes. I don’t know what kind of game the two of them were playing, but I’d be damned if I would let them win!
Keeping my gaze locked with his I slowly began to strip down, taking my time, wanting to build the tension. Perhaps it was a bad move on my part, like waving a red flag in front of a couple of bulls, but I did it anyhow. I was a strong, independent woman; I could control my hormones. Besides, it’s not like the both of them hadn’t seen me naked already.
Once naked with the exception of my forest green satin panties, I forced myself not to give in to my modesty and cover myself. Getting onto the massage table, I lay down on my stomach and waited.
Zack cleared his throat. “Well, let’s get on with it then, Dylan.”
I heard what sounded like bottles being opened a moment before the cool massage oil was squirted on my back and lower legs.
“Does that mean that I’m being double teamed tonight?” I joked, and then cringed at my poor choice of wording. I didn’t need to give them any ideas. I was glad I was facedown so they couldn’t see the blush that I was sure was coloring my cheeks. But I won’t lie, the thought of being with both of them sent a delicious tingle through me.
Zack began working on my shoulders as Dylan began kneading my calves. I groaned despite myself. It felt so good as their fingers pressed into my flesh, working away the tight muscles.
“You’re really tight,” Zack commented, his fingers pressing a little too hard and making me wince, but I bit my tongue, because having their hands on me was feeling amazing. A part of me felt like a princess having two men—two superstars—worshipping my body with their hands.
Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feelings of their hands on me.
“We should have some music.” Zack lifted his hands from my body and I nearly whined in protest but held it together. Dylan’s hands moved up my calf, over my knee, and to the lower part of my thigh.
Hmmm. I groaned inwardly as Zack managed to turn on the music. Odd waterfall sounds began, combined with a soft melody.
Then his hands were back on my body, working his way lower on my back. My body began to unravel under their expert fingers. Damn, I was a lucky woman. This was amazing. I was finding there was a slight problem though. I was becoming extremely aroused. With each second their fingers were on me, the heat between my legs increased and I could feel an uncomfortable dampness beginning to build between my legs.
“Wow,” I moaned and then gasped softly when I realized I’d said it out loud.
“Feels good, does it?” Dylan asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice to remain steady.
Dylan’s fingers reached my upper thighs as Zack’s reached my lower back. “I need you to spread your legs a little,” Dylan stated, his hands moving high on my thigh, so high that I could have sworn I felt his knuckle sweep against my labia. My body tensed and I had to bite back a moan.
Oh God, oh God. I needed to stop this madness before it was too late. But the sweet feelings were so incredible. And the ease of their expert fingers were playing my body like it was an instrument. They had to be intentionally doing this to me, trying to arouse me so I’d…I’d what? Have sex with them both?
“Okay, flip over,” Dylan ordered.
Flip over…. I hesitated. I’d be completely exposed for both men to feast their eyes on me. But to not do as they asked would mean I was scared of the situation. Rolling over to my back, I was immediately struck by the look of lust in the two sets of eyes looking down at me. They looked at each other and it was as if I could read exactly what was going on in each of their minds; it both excited and scared me.
The massage was over, or at least this part of the massage. Zack was at my head and as I looked over to my right, I could see the massive bulge confined beneath the denim of his jeans. Looking down my body I saw a similar reaction in Dylan.
I was seriously in over my head right now, but my body was responding to the situation, overruling any doubts my mind may have come up with. Before I even knew what was happening, I reached out to Zack and grabbed his belt, pulling him closer to me and qu
ickly undoing the buckle.
He didn’t try to resist, instead stepping against the side of the bed and reaching down to me, caressing my cheek. The soft touch felt electric, sending a jolt through me that intensified the throbbing between my legs.
While I was pulling his pants down, he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. His jeans fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, leaving him naked with his member already on the alert and ready for action with a pearl of precum at the tip.
Grabbing his shaft in my hand I began to gently stroke him, pleased to hear the groan coming from him. He gently began to rock against my hand, increasing my desire to pleasure him and make him want to explode.
Just as I began to get a rhythm with Zack, I felt my panties being slowly pulled down my hips and legs. Once my underwear was gone, my legs were gently spread and I felt Dylan gently kissing his way along my inner thigh, starting at my knee and working his way upward.
I moaned, a coil in my stomach beginning to tighten the closer Dylan’s mouth came to the apex between my legs. This was incredible; there were so many sensations running through me, the longing to feel Dylan’s tongue between my legs with the need to have both of these sexy men come for me.
Leaning forward, I lashed my tongue out at the tip of Zack’s dick. A smile spread across my lips when I heard his sharp intake of breath. It urged me to be bolder, as I took the tip of his dick into my mouth, slowly taking him deeper inside. I could only manage half his length, so wrapped my hand around the base to enclose him completely.
“Fuck, Violet, you’re wicked,” Zack groaned.
Just as I began to move my mouth and hand up and down on his shaft, I felt another sudden sensation from between my legs as Dylan reached my pussy. Spreading my pussy lips, he ran his tongue along the length of my slit making me moan around Zack’s cock.
I had to halt my progress with Zack due to the feelings Dylan was creating within me, making me tremble on the table as his tongue flicked and teased my clit. Subconsciously, I began to buck against Dylan’s tongue and fingers as he slipped two digits in my already dripping-wet pussy.
“And you taste so sweet, baby,” Dylan stated, seconds before his tongue lashed out and flicked at my clit, making me cry out.
When I was able handle the sweet torture Dylan was inflicting upon me, I began to focus on working Zack’s dick. It took a few minutes to find the right motions to work in rhythm as a cohesive unit, but once we did it was like magic. My body was on fire; the heat between my legs rising rapidly to the point I could barely stand it, while I could feel Zack’s dick thickening as though he was going to burst at any second.
My body was also getting to the point of no return. The pleasure Dylan was giving me was becoming so intense it almost hurt. “I…. Oh my. It feels so good,” I murmured, quickening my mouth’s movements on Zack’s dick.
When Dylan’s tongue slipped into my soaked core, I couldn’t handle the intensity of the situation any longer and I exploded, the feeling of my climax making my entire body tremble. I paused my movements on Zack’s cock just long enough to cry out, the sound sending vibrations down Zack’s shaft.
“Jesus!” Zack groaned as he thrust hard into my mouth, filling it with a flood of his cum. I swallowed down his seed with enthusiasm, still riding the wave of my own orgasm. He thrust into my mouth one final time, emptying himself completely before slowly withdrawing from my lips.
I closed my eyes and lay back spread-eagled on the table for a moment, my chest heaving as I attempted to regain my senses, but the guys weren’t willing to give me too long a rest.
I’m not sure how it happened, but one minute I was lying on the massage bed, and the next, I was standing on the floor and being bent over the table, with one of the guys’ dicks sliding back and forth between my wet folds. I flattened my torso onto the bed, clutching at the white sheet beneath me and arching my back, attempting to spear myself onto him.
A hard body leaned over mine and lips placed a kiss on the back of my neck. “How much do you want me?” asked a deep voice that could only belong to Dylan.
My pussy clenched and I moaned, “Yes.”
“How badly?”
“Very. Please Dylan.” I bucked back against him, once more attempting to take him in. “Give it to me.”
He chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle. “Yes, baby.” He straightened and grabbed my hips. I expected him to slam into me, sending a blast of pleasure through me, but he didn’t. Instead he took his time, slowly sliding into me, stretching my core wide and causing me to whimper. I was torn between wanting him to take me hard and wanting immediate satisfaction and wanting to savor the slow burn.
Once embedded within me, balls deep, he paused. With each second that he remained within me, I became more anxious as my need for him intensified.
“Please, Dylan.” I bucked back against him, hoping he’d end my torture.
Dylan began to move within me, slowly, building the tension, his fingertips digging into my hips. I began to move with him, meeting his thrusts, our bodies working together in unison.
He was bringing me higher and higher, our frantic making the bed move ever so slightly with each thrust. My fingers tightened on the blankets. My breath came in short bursts. I was almost here. One more thrust. Two.
Then he stopped and pulled out.
“Wha—” The amazing sensations that were flowing through me, immediately stopped, making me feel like someone had poured a bucket of cold water onto me.
“Did you find some?” I heard Dylan ask.
Find what? I looked over my shoulder to see Zack nod at Dylan.
“Yup. We’re set.”
Set for what?
Dylan caught my gaze. “Do you want to experience us together?”
My mouth dropped open slightly. It had been something I’d daydreamed and masturbated to quite frequently over the past month, but despite it exciting me I felt a little bit of fear. Would it hurt? Wouldn’t it be awkward? I didn’t know.
Dylan leaned forward and kissed my lips softly. “We’re going to make you feel better then you’ve ever felt before.” The heat in his eyes, combined with the growl in his voice, sent shivers through me. “Do you want that?”
“Yes…” I sighed the word.
He smiled. “Good.” He grasped my shoulders and gently pushed me aside before skidding onto his back on the table. “Now straddle me.”
My body trembled as I got up onto the table and did as I was told, straddling him.
He slid his hands onto my hips and pulled me down. Angling myself just right, I felt the head of his dick pressing at my damp entrance again. Flattening my palms onto his chest to steady myself, I slowly lowered myself onto him. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back, my red hair falling down my back as I sank onto him, taking him in fully, cherishing every second that our bodies were connected as one.
I began to move on him, rotating my hips as I moved up and down on him, savoring the feel of him in me in combination with the sound of his soft groans under me. It didn’t take long before I was climbing to the summit with him again.
We were getting into a good rhythm when I felt a second set of hands touching my hips from behind, a moment before the feeling of Zack’s solid cock against my back. My entire body froze for a split second as the realization of what was about to happen hit me. I was about to have both men inside of me.
“It’ll be okay,” Zack whispered against my neck, before laying a string of kisses down the side of my neck. “Lean forward, against Dylan,” he whispered.
I did as I was told, leaning down against Dylan. Dylan’s hand slipped behind my head and into my hair, urging my lips to him. The kiss started off light, but rapidly increased in intensity, my lips parting and inviting him in.
As our tongues danced, I felt the coolness of lube being applied to my backside. It wasn’t until he began probing my back entrance that my body froze again, tensing up, ending the kiss.
“R
elax,” Dylan said, running a string of kisses along my neckline, which immediately began to allay my concerns. Looking down into Dylan’s eyes, I could see the assurance that I would be fine.
Zack gently pressed a finger into my rear and I forced myself to remain calm. Taking a deep breath in, I released the breath, deciding to push the fear away and embrace the new feeling of pleasure that Zack was causing.
He began to thrust his finger in and out of my backside, and before I even knew what was happening my body began to respond, and I began to buck back against his finger, moving on Dylan’s penis in the process.
“Ready for more?” Dylan asked.
“Yes!” I gasped.
A second finger joined the first. Placing my head on Dylan’s shoulder, I grimaced at the further invasion of my rear entrance. But the slight tingle of pain evaporated quickly as I began to feel that delicious pleasure again.
As I began to move on him again, Zack began to scissor his fingers inside of me, gently stretching my ass for the incoming grand finale: his cock. I began to move on Dylan again, relishing the feeling of having one man inside of my core while the other teased my ass. In fact, I loved it more than I thought I would. The combination of the men increased my appetite to go further. I was getting greedy and needed more.
“Please. I want your cock, Zack.” I gasped.
Keeping two fingers deep inside me, Zack leaned over me, kissing the back of my neck, sending a shiver through me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
He chuckled. “Greedy little thing. Just remember, you asked for it.”
I lifted my head from Dylan’s shoulder and kissed him, hard, demanding Dylan’s submission. As our kiss deepened, Zack added more lube to my back entrance, taking care to fully lubricate the tight bud, before spreading my ass cheeks and placing the head of his cock at my back opening.
“Relax,” Zack cooed, no doubt feeling my tension against him. Pressing one hand to the back of my neck, Zack began to press into me.