by Rose, Dahlia
“God, Matt, move. You’re making me crazy!” she panted, and Derrick never stopped his ministrations on her sensitive bud. “Derrick, please I want… I need to come!”
“Take her, Derrick, double penetration.” She threw a glance over to where Stephan sat watching. His cock was hard once more as he stroked it watching the exhibition of lust that played out in front of him. Looking at him stroking his length did the same to her. She was on sensory overload and enjoying each torturous minute of it. He picked up a small bottle off the glass table and threw it to Derrick who caught it easily. He put a dab on his finger before rubbing her clit once more. The added lubrication had her gasping and grinding against Matt’s cock.
“Jesus, Derrick, if you’re going to take her ass, do it. I can’t hold out much longer,” Matt said through gritted teeth.
She felt Derrick’s hand against her back pressing her into Matt’s arms. His arms wrapped around her while he kissed her senseless. Matt’s tongue forayed into her mouth while she felt Derrick spread a thick lubricant in the crease of her ass.
She tensed up a little only to have Matt whisper to her gently, “Shhh, baby, he won’t hurt you. I promise.”
Derrick reached between their bodies to bring her back to a frenzy with his touch. Matt kissed her, and she felt her hesitancy fall away. His cock was pressed against the tight button hole of her ass, and Patience felt him slowly begin to penetrate the forbidden passage. His finger rubbed her clit slowly, and she moaned into Matt’s mouth. With each inch she felt full, tight, and stretched to the brink in the most pleasurable way. By the time he was buried to the hilt inside her, she was shivering with the intensity of the sensations that assaulted her body. She was impaled by two marines while another watched. She never knew that feelings like this could exist.
“Please move, I need to feel more!” she gasped. Her fingers gripped the end of the cushion on the chair.
Derrick moved slowly, and she felt sensations ricochet through her. When he withdrew, Matt plunged in, and they built a rhythm where she was pinned between the two muscled men like a well-oiled machine. Their groans and guttural cries matched hers until the frenzy that they built overflowed and she was sent catapulting into a breathtaking orgasm. She felt Matt’s release shake his body, and then Derrick’s came with harsh cry. They filled her with their seed before they all collapsed in a pile of contented bodies. After a few moments, she laughed, and the guys looked at her quizzically.
Patience answered their questioning looks. “I have never done anything like this in my life! And might I add it was unbelievable…I mean amazing!”
Mat chuckled. “We aim to please, but maybe we should get out of here before they wonder why the room is still locked.”
“Come back to my suite with me,” she said impulsively. “It’s huge, more than enough beds and stuff.” She smiled gently. “I don’t want this to end… yet.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. I’m ready for seconds.” Stephen stood. His cock was still rigid, but he managed to get his shorts on. “These are cold.”
Together they ran across the golf course through the sprinklers and back to her suite. She watched them look around and told them to make themselves at home while she took a shower. She heard the wide screen TV flick on and their voices talking as she headed into her bedroom. She grinned as she turned on the heated and stepped under the spray. Best vacation ever!
* * * *
That night while Patience lay in bed, she smiled knowing that in her suite three men were there for her pleasure. They stayed up and talked, drank wine, and they even taught her how to play poker. Strip poker of course that led to some sexy foreplay. She finally went to bed and left them outside sharing a beer. They promised that she wouldn’t be sleeping alone, that one of them would be in bed very soon. She pictured them outside playing rock, paper scissors to see which one of them it would be, and a grin crossed her face. It felt awesome being the center of attention. Her eyes felt heavy, and she began to doze. Patience didn’t know how much time passed, but soon she felt the covers pulled back and big warm arms wrap around her waist. Gentle lips kissed neck, and she smiled and snuggled closer as lean fingers caressed her thighs.
“I get the pleasure of holding you all night.” Stephen’s voice was affectionate and comforting.
“Did you three play rock paper scissors?” Patience teased.
He laughed. “Nothing so technical. We discussed it like worldly men and came to a dignified conclusion.”
“Ahhh.” She nodded sagely. “A concept I know well while in the midst of a negotiation.”
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
“Not any more.”
“Turn over and kiss me then. I miss your taste.”
Patience turned willingly into his arms and fastened her mouth to his. Stephen nipped at her lips gently before soothing them with his tongue, and then he slipped it into her mouth. She could taste mango on his tongue and knew he had sampled the fruit basket that sat on the wide kitchenette counter in the suite. His hand moved down her body with urgency that transferred to his kiss. It deepened, and their moans mingled while his hand roamed and cupped her breasts. His fingers played at her nipples, and she shifted beneath him restlessly.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered as he pinned her with his body.
She writhed as she felt his lips trail down her body. His tongue flicked into her navel before he spread her legs and pressed his mouth against her mound. Patience’s body arched like a bow from the bed. His tongue delved between the thick lips of her pussy. She felt him burrow and taste her with such agonizing pleasure she thought she would die from it. His tongue sank into her depth, and a feral moan escaped his lips. He spread her wider and buried his face deeper into her mound. Patience grabbed his head and surged her hips against his tongue that was pressed sensuously on her clit. He pressed his finger inside her and moved it along with his tongue. It was a deliberately slow penetration, one that built the fire inside her until she was begging for release.
“God, please, Stephen, do it harder. Make me come.” She panted and cried out in frustration when he kept up his steady pace.
She felt as if she was wound too tight, yet Patience felt as if she could go higher. He finally gave in and latched onto her clit sucking gently while his fingers penetrated her harder and faster until she came. Stephen didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He was above her and buried his cock inside her so deep she cried out again.
“Give me a minute.” He pressed his forehead on hers and she felt this breath against her face. She could feel the tension in his body. His arms trembled with the exertion of trying to rein in his control. Patience didn’t want him to be retrained. She wanted him unleashed.
“No, I want it all, everything, Stephen. Don’t hold back,” she whispered.
With a low moan he flipped her onto her stomach, and she barely scrambled to her knees before he grabbed her hips and plunged into her pussy from behind. His hand fisted in her hair as he leaned over her and turned her into his kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, and his cock infiltrated her snatch hard and fast until she was lost. His fingers dug into her hips, and with each thrust, he pulled her against him, maximizing her pleasure until she was sent plummeting into an orgasm that left her reeling. With a harsh groan he followed her into his release, and she felt his seed spilling inside her. Even then he slipped in and out of her pussy as if leaving the warmth of her was something unbearable. When he finally lay on his side, he caressed her face and kissed her tenderly before he got up and she heard water running. Stephen came back and cleaned the remnants of their loving off her thighs. She trembled when the towel touched the swollen, sensitive lips of her pussy.
“Hurry up and come back to bed,” she said and was amazed at how sultry her voice was.
“Just a minute, sweet Patience.” He gave her a quick grin before he went back into the bathroom. In only a few moments he was back in bed with her. Stephen held her tightly in his arms unt
il she fell asleep still in the midst of the sensual haze Stephen had created.
* * * *
The rest of her week was spent in bliss with Derrick, Stephen, and Matt. During the days, they played and frolicked in the sand. They took a boat out and sunbathed. They taught her how to run a jet ski and skimmed the waves. At night they taught and gave her pleasure unlike any she had ever knew. Breathless and gasping in the aftermath, one of them always held her at night. The days seemed to fly by, and soon they all stood in the airport ready to say goodbye. She didn’t want to do it. She didn’t want to see them leave. They were dressed in uniforms looking tall and handsome, and she knew they were going to a dangerous place. In her purse she carried the email address they created together so she could send pictures and emails. Plus they had all her numbers for home, business, and her cell so they could call. Patience didn’t care where she was when they rang her phone, she would answer.
“Don’t forget it will be a few weeks before we get settled. We want pictures in our inbox when we do get online,” Derrick warned and kissed her passionately. “Bye, sweetheart.”
“And we’re coming to New York and grab you up in ten months.” Matt kissed her as well. “So don’t be surprised when we carry you out of your office.”
Patience laughed. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
Stephen was the last to kiss her, and he lingered. They had been getting closer and closer. Private chats and secluded walks while the others hung out and watched TV. No matter what happened with their merry foursome, she thought something was beginning to form between the two of them, and she would like to see it continue. He’d even given her his private email address and let the other guys know it too. While she thought it might cause some friction, Derrick and Matt seemed genuinely happy at the thought of her and Stephen being a couple at some point.
“I’ll miss you, sweet Patience.” Stephen rubbed his hand across her cheek gently. “I wish we had more time to see where this was going, but by the time we get back, I’ll know for sure.”
She nodded feeling tears threatening to brim her eyes and fall. “I’ll miss you more, Stephen.” She sniffed and pointed at Matt and Derrick. “And you guys too.”
With a few more kisses, whispered farewells, and naughty words from each of them, she watched them head off to their gate while she took the handle of her roll-on suitcase and walked in the other direction. She looked back more than once and found them doing the same thing. She waved, and they waved back until they blended in with the crowd and she could no longer see them. With a sad sigh she checked her bag and took a seat by the gate to wait for her flight back to New York. Ten months was a long time, but like her name, she had Patience. To be with the marines she met in May, she could definitely wait.
Mr. June
The sun was just hot enough to make her sweat, and it didn’t faze Sandi in the least. In the tankini she was wearing while her boat bobbed merrily in the water off the coast of Nantucket, she was quite comfortable with the cool breeze that blew across the deck of her little sailboat and the heat of the sun on her shoulders. This was why she’d moved here, for the amazing summers and the winters that would leave the island almost empty so she could spend her days creating in piece.
Trying to be young adult mystery writer in the middle of Boston was not working out. So, she sold her condo and went back to the place that had brought her so much joy when she was growing up. Now, she had a cottage over the sand dunes and her cute little schooner aptly called Living the Dream.
On the deck of her boat, she used the kitchen lighter to start the coal in her little hibachi grill. She had her chicken marinated and her veggie kabobs in the cooler, ready to make a fabulous lunch out on the water. It was June and the tourist season was getting ready to start. She smiled in delight thinking about the festivals and antique shops she could wander through. The deadline for her newest novel wasn’t until late December so she had a few weeks that she could call vacation.
With the coal burning, she put her chicken on the grill and her tummy rumbled with hunger. Sandi was not a natural chef in the kitchen. In Boston, she ate out or ordered in, and one of her missions when she’d moved was to learn how to cook. She was not faring well. Every recipe she tried over the last week came out like mush, rock hard, or burnt to a crisp.
The wait staff at the local restaurant had seen a little bit too much of her over those days, so this was her next endeavor. If I can’t cook, how hard could it be to grill? She put the cover down on the tiny grill and put her big, floppy hat on her head. She lay out on the deck and opened the book to the marked page where she’d left off. A good book and a great dinner cooking. This is the life. She must’ve fallen asleep because an acrid smell woke her and when she looked at the grill, black smoke was billowing out and the wood beneath it had caught on fire.
“Holy shit!” Panic filled her and she scrambled up, looking around for her fire extinguisher. Sandi popped the cap off and did as the directions read. “Point nozzle and spray in the direction of the fire. Point the nozzle and spray…. Why isn’t this working?” The man she’d bought the boat from said it was brand new, yet nothing was coming from the extinguisher. The fire grew bigger and she threw the skewers out of the small cooler and filled it with water. Before she could throw it on, she heard a loud honk and the sound of a powerful engine coming her way. A Coast Guard boat was heading her way with urgent speed.
By the time it was pulling up beside her, one of the men in blue overalls hopped onto her boat with his own fire extinguisher. He had the fire out in a matter of seconds and then rounded on her with a glare. She’d seen him before, took his class on boat safety. Sandi had seen him around the island, too, and each time their eyes met, she would walk just a little faster. He made her heart race and she didn’t know why, even now as he stood glowering at her from the deck of boat.
“Lady, are you crazy? First, it’s illegal to grill on the deck of a boat, and why didn’t you use you extinguisher that’s lying there on the floor?” he barked. “Did you think dancing around the fire would put it out?”
Sandi put her hands on her hips and glared back. “Hey, I had it under control, and I’ll have you know the guy who sold me the boat told me that was brand new. He obviously lied.”
“Yeah, it looks like it. You city folk always have things under control, huh? You would’ve been swimming home in a minute if we hadn’t shown up.”
“I’ll have you know, I live here and I took the classes to get recertified to be out on the boat, so there!” Sandi stuck her tongue out at him a childish move, but she did it nonetheless.
His face broke out in a slow smile. “Yeah, I think I remember you from my class. You sat in the back wearing sunglasses, the writer chick.”
“How do you know that?’ she snapped.
“You put it on your form as occupation.”
“I’m sure I didn’t put writer chick.”
“Excuse me, novelist slash author.”
“Well you must have not impressed me because I can’t remember your name,” she shot back.
Damn, why does he have to be so drop dead gorgeous? With close cropped dark hair and green eyes that twinkled with amusement, his face had the angular shape that she liked in a man. Sexy lips that curved in an easy smile. He was tall and he had to be around six-two. He was an all around great package to look at if he didn’t irritate the heck out of her.
The boat lurched suddenly as the current moved beneath it, and it sent her into his arms. He dropped the fire extinguisher and caught her against him. Sandi’s eyes widened in surprise as his strong arms went around her and it felt great. She was pressed against his hard chest and when she met his jade green gaze, something had replaced the humor in his eyes.
She pushed back and looked away from him. “Um…. Anyhoo, thanks. I’m good now. I’ll motor in and find someone to do the repair on my boat.”
“Sorry, no can do. We have to tow you in. We can’t risk you starting the boat, in ca
se there is any damn to the engine or if a remnant spark could make it explode.”
Sandi sighed. “Fine.”
“My name is Commander Chase, by the way, Donovan Chase.” He boarded the Coast Guard craft easily and held out his hand to her. “I hope it’s more memorable this time around.”
“Sandi Dowell.” She took his hand and an electric thrill run up her arm.
“I know,” Donovan replied with a smile.
She sat quietly while he and his crewmate tied up her boat and powered back to the marina. Donovan and his first mate helped her tie up her boat.
“Thanks, um…yeah, bye,” she murmured, and began to walk away.
He caught her arms, stopping her movements, and bent close so only she could hear him. “You may think I haven’t noticed you, Sandi Dowell, but I have. I’ve thought about walking across the street and kissing you senseless more than once. Each time you look at me and look away, it seems so shy, and I want to bring out the fire in you all the more. I want to hear you call my name, hot and breathless as you come.”
Her body flushed with each word. “I-I don’t know what you mean by, that but you presume too much, Commander Chase.”
“See, even the way you talk all uppity at me is so very sexy,” he murmured. “What’s under all that has to be so very sweet. You’ll say yes to me, Sandi, because you want me too.”
“You think so, huh?” Sandi replied.
“Oh yes, I think, Sandi Dowell. See you around.”