Suite Encounters

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  It should have frightened him, and it did. A little. But more than anything, it stirred something dark and fascinated inside, in the part where he’d stayed when he’d seen the women on the bed, where he’d stayed each time he’d tried to stammer out an apology and leave. And Javier liked it. He nodded.

  “Okay.” The word was barely out of his mouth before Tonya squealed happily and rolled them, exposing his back entirely.

  “She’s not the only one who likes to watch people get fucked, is she?” he asked, looking down at her. Before Tonya could answer, Javier kissed her neck and moved down, licking and nibbling at her smooth skin. He could hear Margo behind them, heard the clink of tiny belts being fastened around Margo’s slim hips and thighs, the familiar click of a lube bottle being opened. Javier tensed, waiting for the first intrusion.

  When it didn’t come, he relaxed enough to keep kissing downward, tongue sweeping a lazy circle around one of Tonya’s nipples before pulling it into his mouth to suck. She arched under him, a lazy push into his touch for more, and Javier sucked harder, scraping her areola with his teeth as he let go, moving farther and farther down.

  Her pussy was bald. Somehow, Javier had managed to miss that earlier when he was trying so hard to look her in the eye and not do anything else that might get him fired. Not that it mattered now, as he dipped to taste her navel, teasing her one last time before sinking between her spread thighs, kissing them gently and working his way up to her lips. He opened her up with the fingers of one hand, lightly caressing her inner folds with his index finger.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered, and she squirmed under his stare.

  “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Tonya said, slinging one of her smooth legs over his shoulder and pulling him in closer. “Come on; lick me. Do it.”

  Instead, Javier touched her, avoiding her already swollen clit. They must have been going at it for a while before he’d walked in, as wet and ready as Tonya was already, and Javier wondered how much she’d be willing to take before he had to get down to business. He kissed her, just above the cleft of her lips, and circled his fingers around her wet entrance, pushing just enough to make her lift her hips for more, but not nearly enough to breach her. This sort of thing never happened, not ever, and there was no way Javier was going to waste a second of it.

  Thunder rolled in the distance, the storm starting offshore. Javier’s skin prickled as the breeze turned cool, laced with the sharp tang of ozone, but then he was smoothed by hot, confident hands as Margo touched him, slithering down his body while he licked and touched and kissed closer and closer to his goal, making Tonya gasp a little louder with each try.

  Sharp teeth bit into his side, his hip, his ass, marking him as theirs for the evening, encouraging Javier to arch back for more. Tonya’s fingers curled in his hair, tugging to keep him in place, and he gave in, sucking her clit into his mouth just as he felt the cold drip of lube over his ass. He couldn’t flinch away without losing hair, couldn’t take a second to remember how to breathe as a long, slender finger pushed into him, and it was fucking perfect. All Javier could do was moan against Tonya’s clit, circling it and flicking it and sucking it while her lover finger-fucked his ass.

  One finger, and then two, and he was full, almost uncomfortably full, but Javier kept eating at Tonya, making her cry out as he returned the favor and slid his fingers into her, crooking them to find her G-spot. He wasn’t sure he liked what Margo was doing to him, but the distraction of driving Tonya out of her mind was more than enough to keep him hard and ready. Margo pulled out and pushed her fingers back in, more this time, three maybe, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure about being ready after all.

  But then she twisted her hand and did something, pushed somewhere, and every nerve in Javier’s body started singing. It was like the seconds before an orgasm, only it kept on going, on and on, and he was pretty sure she was trying to kill him, but fuck, what a way to go.

  By the time Margo pulled her fingers free, Javier had his head on Tonya’s hip as he knelt there, panting desperately. His cock hung hard and heavy and ready to blow, and Tonya was petting his hair, laughing softly.

  “I think he’s good to go, Margo.”

  “You think?” Javier didn’t even mind the mocking laughter in her voice. If the other thing she was planning on doing to him felt half as good as that, then he was signed up and on board, ready to leave port. “Assume the position, Javier, and we can move on to the really good stuff.”

  He didn’t even bother to hesitate; as quickly as he could, Javier was on his hands and knees over Tonya, kissing her slowly as he felt Margo shuffling into place behind him. His stomach clenched as some last-minute fear finally piped up, but he ignored it, widening his stance when she told him to, and trying to relax when the wide silicone head of Margo’s strap-on pushed against his ass.

  He still tensed and it still hurt, but Margo was slower and more patient than Javier would have expected, rubbing his back and working with Tonya to keep him calm. Finally, he felt the smooth harness pressed against his ass, and knew it was as deep as it could be. He felt full, stretched too thin and on the verge of something he didn’t understand. It scared the hell out of him, but like anything else that scared him, Javier embraced it.

  “Fuck,” he said, panting, head hanging as limp as his dick. “I don’t…that’s…”

  “There’s more.” Margo draped over his back, pressing her firm breasts against him as she reached for Tonya. “Toni, take it. You know what to do.”

  She pressed a small black box into Tonya’s hand, and then reached under Javier, stroking his flaccid cock. Before he could do much more than think that Margo seemed awfully sure of what to do, Tonya pushed one of the buttons on the box, and the dildo deep inside of Javier’s ass began to hum. Margo cried out the same time as Javier, arching behind him and pushing just a little deeper. The vibrations massaged that hot button—his prostate, Javier’s brain finally supplied—sending pleasurable shocks up his spine that made Javier entirely forget that he wasn’t enjoying this.

  “Please,” he said, barely managing the single word as his cock filled once more and higher functions became less and less a priority. Margo was moving behind him in tiny little thrusts, her hands gripping his hips like she needed an anchor as badly as he did.

  “Please, what?” Tonya asked. She pressed another button and the vibe stopped. “What do you want?”

  Javier gulped for air. And then said, “More.” He’d wanted the reprieve—until he got it. It didn’t matter now, since all he could think was, “More. Please.”

  “Dirty boy.” Margo laughed, her thrusts lengthening, getting surer. “Get the condom on our dirty boy, Tonya.”

  With a flick of her fingers, Tonya turned the vibrator back on before rolling the condom down Javier’s cock. The combined sensations had him clenching his fists in the bedding, trying to hold on with all his might as it threatened to overwhelm him right from the start. And then Tonya was sliding into position under him, her long, dark legs spread wide and inviting as she guided him into her body.

  He tried to go slow, tried to drag out the moment, but then Margo thrust hard behind him, shoving Javier deep into Tonya in one go. A crash of lightning lit up the room, its answering thunder almost drowning out their simultaneous cries of pleasure, and Javier gave up to Margo. He let her drive the pace of the fucking, her thrusts pushing him forward. All he could do was kneel there and take it for long seconds, fucking and being fucked by two of the most gorgeous women to ever touch him.

  Then he reached out and covered Tonya’s hand, turning up the vibrations. He was so close, but it still wasn’t enough; all he could think was more.

  Tonya laughed breathlessly and hit the button again, maxing out the speed. Then she reached down between their heaving bodies and started working furiously at her own clit, fingers slipping around Javier’s length as he moved in and out, her muscles clenching around him over and over as she pushed herself right along with them. And beh
ind them, Margo screamed out her pleasure, shoving into Javier with increasingly erratic strokes, the vibrating dildo hammering against his prostate, massaging him brutally until he broke, coming so hard it almost hurt when Tonya followed, her pussy spasming around him as she came.

  Margo pulled back too fast, and the last brush of sensation drove Javier flat, sprawled across Tonya and reaching almost desperately for the remote to turn it off. Thunder rolled outside, the wind picking up like a cool, wet caress over their sweaty bodies, and Javier looked out across the beach as Margo crawled up Tonya’s other side, kissing her slowly.

  The clouds hung low over choppy waves, already dissipating from the squall, the remains moving farther out to sea. There were no boats on the water, just three buoys to mark the resort’s boundaries, dancing erratically in the wind and surf. Javier knew exactly how they felt. He turned back to the two women beside him, curled around each other and still kissing.

  “A strap-on, Margo?” he asked. “Really?”

  Margo laughed. “Well, you’re the one who decided to be a vanilla bellhop. What kind of kinky role-play vacation is this supposed to be if no one gets tied down?”

  “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to do it over your conference weekend.” Javier rubbed his face, trying to get the energy to stand again. “Unless you want to walk around with rope burns?”

  Tonya shook her head. “You should count yourself lucky, Javi,” she said. “That’s not even close to the wildest thing she packed. I should know; I peeked before we left.”

  “Those lucky security agents at airport screening must’ve got an eyeful.” Javier shook his head and rolled to the edge of the bed, tossing the condom. He needed a nap before another round and a shower before that.

  “I always pack my toys with a note, just in case.” Margo followed him into the bathroom, and leaned against the door frame. Her long, pale legs were tempting, smooth and slender and almost enough to make him sink back down to his knees and save the shower for later. But that could wait, and Tonya would gladly keep Margo warm while he cleaned up.

  “What does the note say?”

  “Please put everything back when you’re done!” Tonya called from the bedroom, laughing.

  Margo grinned. “It’s funny, though. I think I’m missing a bottle of my best lube. Do you think I can write that off on my expense report?”

  RETURN TO THE NONCHALANT INN

  Erobintica

  Nearly twenty years had passed since they’d climbed these stairs together. Though Gerald and Jillian had visited the island many times over the years since, both separately and together, they’d not stayed at this inn since that fateful trip. His beard was now almost white, her long braid was more salt than pepper, and though they both were still in jeans and carrying backpacks like in their younger days, they moved a tad bit slower.

  They’d requested the same converted attic room with the east-facing window, so they could watch the sunrise from their bed, just like they had all those years ago, when they’d first had company. At the top of the last flight of stairs, Jillian turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door.

  She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. They knew the room’s decor had been changed several times in the intervening years, since they’d become friends with the innkeepers. When they’d stayed here before, it had been filled with antiques left from the previous owners. Such a prim setting for what had turned out to be anything but a prim visit: Painted iron bed with a pastel quilt. Flowery Victorian wallpaper. Milk glass vases filled with fresh-cut flowers sitting on old oak dressers topped with doilies.

  Now the wallpaper was gone and the white paint had been stripped away from the beams. There was a skylight over a custom platform bed. Everything in the room—furniture, lamps, framed sketches, hooked rug, turned wood bowls filled with beach stones, handblown glass vase holding a few sprigs of dried grass—was made by local craftspeople. It was all clean and sensual lines with muted, earthy colors.

  “It’s so different!” Jillian said.

  Gerald set his pack down just inside the door next to Jillian’s, and watched his wife move about the room. He never tired of watching her, since she always seemed to put her whole body into whatever it was she was doing. He’d fallen in love with her while watching her paint back when they were both grad students. He’d fallen in love with her strong arms, her slender legs, her cute little ass. He’d also fallen in love with her intensity, her joy with every discovery, and possibly most of all, her passion.

  “Oh, look! It’s one of Tom’s rocking chairs!”

  Jillian sat down by the window and began rocking.

  “Wonder if it’s a coincidence that it’s in this room? It would certainly be like Tom to arrange to have it here,” Gerald said as he placed his hand on the back of the chair and felt the smooth wood. At first, this almost stopped its motion, but Jillian soon compensated with the muscles in her legs, using just a little extra force. She’d never been one to let him stop her.

  “Maybe he has a chair in each room. We’ll have to ask him at dinner tonight,” she said, reaching back and patting his hand. She got up and headed over to the bed, kicked her shoes off and lay down.

  “Come here, Gerry,” she said, patting the space next to her, “lie down with me.” He left the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, undoing his shoes and setting them carefully aside before stretching out next to Jillian.

  She knew that even though they’d become fast friends with Tom over the years, the memory of that week still made Gerald feel a twinge of the hurt that he had been so sure was headed his way. Introducing something new is never easy, she thought to herself. This weekend was an anniversary of sorts.

  They’d come here the first time for a collaborative arts festival week, the island filling up with writers, visual artists, and musicians. They’d picked The Nonchalant Inn as their home base that week because they’d liked the name, and because Jillian’s friend Annie was staying there.

  Jillian and Annie shared a studio then. Gerald had found Annie quite attractive, with her curly red hair (just like her namesake!) and full breasts, but she had a rather butch girlfriend when they first met, and he was happy with Jillian, since she tended to be quite voracious in bed.

  It made him a little nervous when he noticed Annie flirting with his wife, and even more so when his wife flirted back. He had a couple of friends whose wives had left them after they decided they were lesbians. He reassured himself that Jillian liked to fuck him too much for him to worry about that. So he allowed himself to fantasize a bit, even imagining them both with him, though he didn’t let on to his wife that he had, at least not until later.

  “Remember that first time we were here?” Jillian asked as she started playing with Gerald’s shirt buttons.

  “Yeah, I do. I remember being shocked that Annie was here with some guy, since I figured guys weren’t her type,” Gerald said.

  “I was a little surprised myself,” Jillian said as she slipped her hand into his unbuttoned shirt. “And a bit disappointed even. I’d been hoping I’d have some time in the sack with her as well as with you.”

  Jillian paused to glance at Gerald’s face. Even though they’d talked about all this many times, she still felt nervous when admitting that she’d cheated on him with another woman. Back then he didn’t even know she had any serious interest in women. But right now, he obviously was just enjoying her hand wandering his torso.

  “When she introduced us to Tom, I felt kinda betrayed.” Both of them laughed when Jillian said this. “Yeah, ironic, huh?”

  Gerald shifted his weight and began stroking the inside of Jillian’s thigh.

  “Yeah, I remember you being all cranky and bent out of shape that afternoon,” he said as his fingers brushed her crotch and crept up to her zipper. “And you started drinking wine as soon as we got down to the dining room.” He chuckled as he pulled the zipper down.

  “Sometimes I wonder how our lives would have been different if To
m hadn’t been…” Jillian’s voice fell away as Gerald’s fingers slipped between her legs and started stroking her folds. She didn’t easily get wet like she used to, flooding at his touch, but he knew how to coax her to arousal.

  “Hadn’t been what?” he asked with a gentle smirk in his voice. Jillian had always been this way. So easy to distract with just a simple, well-placed touch.

  “Been so obviously interested in me. In us, as it turned out.”

  “All I knew at first was that I felt terribly threatened.”

  Gerald said this just as he bent in to kiss Jillian’s neck. She tilted her head back a bit to make it easier for him. He was silent a moment as he pressed against that spot where he could feel her pulse with his lips.

  “Both he and Annie were so blatant, and you soaked it up,” he whispered through her hair, which he’d been unbraiding as he kissed her neck. “I remember being really bothered by the way you just seemed to come alive when they both turned their attention on you.”

  “It was a bit of a roller coaster. I went from being jealous and hating Tom at the beginning of dinner to wanting to drag him into the bushes and fuck his brains out by the time dessert arrived.” Jillian stroked the bulge in her husband’s jeans. He groaned and pressed hard against her hand. “And I would have, but…”

  As they talked, their hands wandered each other’s bodies, in no hurry, pleasuring indirectly through cloth or directly on skin. They each knew the other well.

  He knew that her back was exquisitely sensitive, and so when she turned away from him, it wasn’t because she didn’t want to face him, but rather because it was how she indicated that she wanted to feel his touch tracing her spine. Sometimes all he had to do was place a hand gently on her lower back, just above the roundness of her ass, and she could feel the rush of blood to her vulva, could feel the swelling, the warmth.