by Bebe Balocca
Arden closed her eyes as Jess leaned over her. Melting water from the ice cube plunked on her chest. It felt cold and heavy as it ran down her sun-warmed skin. A plump drop of ice water splashed on Arden’s stiffly puckered nipple. Arden’s eyes flew open. “Oooh, that’s cold!” she gasped.
“Too cold?” Jess asked with upraised eyebrows. Her eyes danced beneath her eyelashes.
“No, not too cold, I guess,” Arden answered. She trembled, but neither from the balmy Caribbean air nor the chill of the melting ice. Jess touched the tip of the weeping ice cube to Arden’s breast and traced small circles over the stiff flesh. Arden’s skin grew cold, tight and numb beneath the sliding ice cube.
“See?” Jess told her. She moved to the other side and applied the ice there. “It’s getting really stiff. It’s a lot easier for the piercer to get the needle through when the skin is hard like that.” Arden bit her lip. Jess’ pierced nipples, so close to Arden’s own, looked incredibly delicious. A pained moan escaped from Arden’s lips.
“Oh, sorry, I must have gotten carried away with the ice. Hope I didn’t hurt you.” Jess tossed the ice cube into the sand. “But see, it worked really well.” Jess lowered her fingers to Arden’s nipples and pinched them. Arden’s eyes widened. “I bet you didn’t even feel that, did you?”
“Not much,” Arden admitted. Her hands quivered with the effort of holding still. She clenched her fingers tightly to keep from reaching up to play with Jess’ beautiful breasts.
“You know what feels awesome after icing your nipples?” Jess asked. A wicked glint sparked in her eye. “A hot, wet mouth on top of them.” She wriggled, kneeling, on the bed and bit her lower lip.
“Oh my god,” Arden murmured.
“Wanna feel it?” Jess asked. Arden nodded dumbly. It’s really happening.
Jess scooted back on the bed next to her and lowered her face to Arden’s breast. Arden flinched when she felt the cold touch of Jess’ nipple ring on the skin of her hip. Jess flicked a tongue over Arden’s chilled nipple. She played with it, bending it from side to side as she’d done with her fingertips. Arden wanted to scream with frustration. The ice had numbed her skin so that she couldn’t even feel Jess’ tongue on them.
“You sure?” Jess repeated softly. Her pupils were dilated and lust simmered in her eyes. “You really want me to suck on it, Arden?” Arden’s blood pounded in her head. “’Cause I really want to do it, if you’re game,” Jess added.
Arden slipped her fingers into Jess’ tangled blonde hair, lifted her breast with one hand, and pulled Jess’ face to it with the other. Jess sighed and repositioned herself so that she straddled Arden’s right thigh, then tugged Jess’ nipple between her lips.
“Oh god,” Arden murmured. “It feels so good in your mouth, like you’re bringing the feeling back to life. I didn’t expect it to feel so…wonderful.” Jess hummed and sucked harder. Arden’s pulse quickened when Jess started to grind her crotch on her upper right thigh. Covered with just a thin strip of tie-dyed spandex, it was unmistakably warm. And wet.
Jess lifted her head from Arden’s right breast and latched her mouth on to the left. Once again the warmth of Jess’ mouth felt like bliss on Arden’s chilled, numb skin. Jess leaned across Arden’s body and pressed her left thigh between Arden’s legs. Arden lifted her hands to Jess’ hips, clad only in knotted strips of cloth, and ran her palms lightly over Jess’ sleek curves. The pressure between her legs from Jess’ thigh and the wet heat of Jess’ mouth on her breast were intoxicating. She bucked her hips against Jess’ leg shamelessly. Beside her, Ram shifted on the mattress. She knew he was watching, wanting and as aroused as she was, if not more.
“You don’t have to be a stranger, you know,” Jess murmured. “She’s your wife. Why don’t you come help?”
Ramsay rose to his knees without a word and knelt on Arden’s right side. Arden placed one hand on the back of his head when he nuzzled her freed breast between his lips. His prickly whiskers tickled her skin, while Jess’ smooth face caressed it—the difference in the sensations electrified her. Arden slipped her hand between Ram’s thighs to stroke his erection through his swim trunks. He stiffened with arousal, and even his balls seemed heavier than normal. She traced her fingers down his length and lifted her chest, her skin softening in the combined warmth of their mouths. “Ram, honey, I only wish you knew how incredible this is for me. I think I’m in a dream.”
“It’s our dream, babe,” Ram murmured thickly. “Let’s enjoy it.” He swirled his tongue over her peak again, bathing her skin in heat.
Arden ground her pussy against Jess’ thigh. Jess released her breast and smiled. “So, you do like to play with girls. I was hoping that was the case.”
Arden exhaled shakily. “Yeah, I do. That is, I want to, but I never have before. I don’t really know what I’m doing. You may have to, like, tell me what to do.” Ramsay kissed the hollow of her cleavage and leaned onto one elbow. He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and smiled like a guy who had just won the lottery.
“You’re doing fine,” Jess answered her. She leaned away and grabbed the bottle of Don Julio. She poured a single shot glass and sat back on her heels. Arden watched, mesmerized, as Jess dipped her fingers into the glass of tequila. She rubbed them on one of her pieced nipples and fixed her green-eyed gaze on Arden. “Want another lil’ taste of tequila?” she drawled.
“Um…” Arden murmured. Jess rolled her nipple between her tequila-tipped fingers. Liquor shone from her rosy peak and dripped from the silver ring that pierced it. “Yeah, I do, Jess,” Arden answered. Heat rose in her cheeks as she leaned forward.
Arden flicked her tongue out and tasted Jess’ skin. The contact was electric, delectable, dizzying. She licked once more, the texture of Jess’ warm peak and the cold metallic ring played on her tongue. “Oh god, Ram,” she whispered. Ram’s erection pressed into her lower back and he gripped it loosely in his fist. The knowledge that he was watching her, rubbing his cock in his hand and sharing her excitement, ratcheted up her pleasure.
Arden leaned back to admire Jess’ puckered nipple, now laved clean of liquor.
She covered Jess’ slender hand with her own and drew it to her cheek. She closed her eyes, relishing this moment. The incoming tide sighed and murmured in the darkness, reminding her of the countless secrets in its depths. Anything was permissible here at this dreamlike juncture of sea and shore, with only the shadowy night creatures to witness their actions.
Jess dipped her fingers in her shot glass and drizzled more tequila on her skin. “It seems like you like it,” she whispered, “so have a little more.” Jess lifted her hand and snaked her fingers through Arden’s hair.
Arden leaned forward again and covered Jess’ breast with her mouth. The strong flavor of the agave liquor, combined with traces of Jess’ sweat and suntan oil, burned itself into Arden’s mind. She swirled her tongue over Jess’ breast and moved her fingers to Jess’ stomach, silky with coconut-scented oil.
Jess took Arden’s hand in hers and cupped it between her legs. “You’re getting me all excited, Arden,” she informed her. “Feel that?”
Arden rubbed Jess’ skin through the crotch of her bikini bottom. It felt soft, yielding…so unlike Ram’s steely stiffness. She scooted the edge of Jess’ bikini over just a bit and traced her fingers over her labia. “Oh god,” Arden whispered. “I can’t believe I’m touching you here.”
Jess’ eyes grew hooded. She tossed back the rest of the tequila in her glass and then placed her hand on top of Arden’s, directing her movements. “Yeah, it’s pretty amazing,” Jess agreed. She slipped Arden’s fingertips beneath the crotch of her bikini and touched her bare skin with them. Arden’s heart raced. She slid her fingers over the folds between Jess’ thighs, exploring, and then found the small divot at her entrance.
“Like this?” Arden asked softly, and pushed one fingertip barely inside. Jess groaned and bucked her hips against Arden’s hand.
“Oh yeah, Ard
en, right there,” Jess answered through gritted teeth. Jess worked to untie one side of her bikini bottom with one fumbling hand.
“Let me help,” Ram murmured, and tugged the knot closest to him free just as Jess succeeded in loosening the other side. He sat back, resumed watching and kept a slow, even rhythm as he rubbed himself.
Jess tossed her bikini bottom aside and placed her hand on the back of Arden’s once more. “That’s good, Arden, but you can push it in even further,” she encouraged.
Arden slid her index finger deeper into Jess’ sheath and felt the walls of Jess’ pussy grip it in pulses. Arden lowered her mouth again and took Jess’ other breast between her lips. Nibbling the ringed peak with her teeth, Arden pushed a second finger between Jess’ legs. Jess trembled beneath her.
“Is it what you expected?” Ram whispered behind her. His words were husky, and Arden knew his eyes were glued to her face, gauging her every reaction. His hand moved faster over his shaft and bumped against the curve of Arden’s lower back.
She nodded and raised her head, letting her breath puff on Jess’ dampened skin. “It is,” she murmured, “and it isn’t, Ram.” Jess squeezed Arden’s wrist and ground her hips into her hand. “She feels so delicate. How would a man ever fit into her?”
“You’re tight, too, Arden,” Ram told her, “but you always stretch to fit me. That’s just what it’s like. It’s nice, isn’t it?” The strain in his voice brought a flash of tingling heat to Arden’s chest. I can’t believe this is really happening for us at last.
Unbelievably, a shrill, cheerful whistle rang out over the sand. Arden froze with her fingers buried inside Jess’ pussy. The whisper of footsteps swished through the sand toward them. “Dammit!” she whispered roughly. “Somebody’s coming!” She pulled her hand away from Jess’ crotch and hurried to tie on her bikini top. The thin strings of her top slipped between her slick fingers. Arden tied a loose half-knot around her neck and back that succeeded in covering her nudity, but would never hold up to swimming, walking or even a strong ocean breeze. Beside her, Ramsay tucked his erection back into his bathing suit, though the stretched spandex fabric didn’t quite cover the shiny head of his elongated shaft. They scooted together to the head of the bed and waited.
Jess shook her head and smiled drowsily. “It’s okay, y’all,” she insisted. “It’s just Jorge.” She spread her knees and lowered her hand between her legs. Unabashed, she skidded her fingers over her clit and waited, sprawled and naked. Arden caught Ramsay’s eyes and shook her head in confusion. The footsteps in the sand grew closer, increasingly audible over the soft tumble of the ocean waves.
Backlit by the moon over the Caribbean waters, Jorge appeared at the foot of the bed. Jess, smiling at his dark outline, pushed her fingers between her legs and bucked her hips. Arden heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Jorge stood still, but Arden saw his elbow move in a familiar manner. He was stroking himself at the end of the bed. Arden could just make out the protruding shape of his erection in the reflected glow from the moon. She took Ram’s hand in hers and squeezed. What the hell was going on?
Chapter Five
“Jorge’s just here for his tip,” Jess explained calmly and rose to her knees. “Please excuse me for just a moment.”
Jess crawled to the foot of the beach bed, arching her back so that her derrière pointed up toward the roof of the white canvas tent. Jorge grunted and pumped his cock faster in his fist. Jess knelt in front of him and turned back to glance at Arden and Ramsay. Her small breasts swung softly beneath her, and the slim silver circles pointed at the mattress. “This won’t take long,” she told them. “I’m going to suck him off before he leaves for home. He comes pretty fast.”
Arden’s mouth fell open as realization dawned on her. “Oh my god, Jess,” she whispered, horrified. “You tip him with a blowjob? You, like, trade fancy tequila for a BJ?” Arden bit her lip, shocked and mesmerized by the scene at the foot of the bed. Jess chuckled and drew the tip of Jorge’s cock between her lips. He nodded and tilted his hips toward her face. Arden’s cheeks flushed as she watched Jess’ lips slide over Jorge’s shaft in the moonlight. Jess moved slowly, exposing the hard, spit-shined surface of Jorge’s taut skin beneath her lips. Jorge rested his hands in Jess’ tousled hair as she sucked.
Arden shook her head. “I don’t know Jess, this is a little much,” she protested feebly. Jess grunted happily around a mouthful of cock. “It’s like you’re paying for booze by sucking him off.”
Jess drew Jorge’s shaft to the back of her throat and then leaned her entire body backward on hands and knees to slide it back out again. She moved smoothly, her limbs gliding as effortlessly as a rocking chair on a polished wooden floor. Jess slid his cock free from her mouth and stroked it with her hand while she spoke. “Or is he letting me swallow his come and then throwing in a bottle or two of booze as well? ‘Cause I do love tasting a man on occasion, Arden,” Jess murmured. “There’s nothing like a thick, hard cock in my throat to make a woman’s pussy seem that much softer and sweeter. I do prefer girls, but I like to play with boys every now and then.” Jess slid her hand up and down Jorge’s erection a few more times. “Sampling uncommon cuisine makes your regular food taste even better, don’t you think?” Jess looked up at Jorge and pushed his erection back between her lips.
Arden tore her eyes away from the lurid scene and glanced over at her husband. Ram was leaning against the raised headrest of the bed. His half-shut eyes were directed toward Jess and Jorge, and his hand was wrapped around his own thick erection. Arden caught his glance and lowered her eyebrows in consternation, but Ram just nodded reassuringly. “It’s okay, babe,” he whispered. A tiny bead of ejaculate dribbled from the tip of his cock and shone in the dim light. “We’re all grown-ups here.”
Well, that’s hard to argue with, Arden thought. Just four grown-ups playing around by the ocean, right? And making our favorite couple fantasy come true at the same time. “Okay, if you say so,” she agreed. She leaned over Ram’s lap to lick the creamy drop of semen that dripped from the end of his shaft.
Arden gestured back to Jess and Jorge with a tilt of her head. “Does that look like fun, honey?” she whispered. Arden bent and swirled her tongue around the head of his erection. “Looks like fun to me.” She slipped down onto her elbows and pulled him between her lips.
Ram groaned and his cock twitched in her mouth. “Babe, I’m not going to be able to stop,” he forced out through gritted teeth. She cupped his balls in her palm and took him deeper, tightening her lips around his veined hardness. Ram panted and tensed his abdomen. “I’m coming,” he told her. “Right now.”
Arden spread her palms over his trembling stomach and swallowed as the warm semen surged into her mouth. Ramsay gave a strangled cry and gripped her hair in his fists, pulling her face tighter to him as he thrust his hips. When his breaths quieted at last, Arden rose and snuggled close beside him on the mattress. “That was amazing, babe,” he said in a rough whisper, “but we won’t have Jess after tonight, and right now I want to watch. Please. Any other night I’d love to cuddle with you and then get you off with my hands and mouth, but tonight is special. You need to pay some attention to Jess.”
Arden wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingertips and considered. Ramsay was right. She knew that they should enjoy this fabulous gift that had been presented to them. This sweet, rare spice that was hers to taste.
Jess.
Arden turned back to Jess and Jorge. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as Jess moved her mouth slowly, rhythmically, easily over his shaft. Arden studied her face, wondering how it was that she could look so hot with a man’s cock crammed between her lips and stretching her cheeks. “You like it, don’t you, Jess?” Arden asked softly. “I think it turns you on as much as it does him.” Arden tugged on her loosened bikini top and tossed it away. Caressing the warm curves of Jess’ bottom, Arden toyed with her own nipple as she spoke. “I wonder what it would feel like for you to have
Jorge in your mouth while I touched you down here.” Arden ran her hand lightly over the elegant curve of Jess’ spine. Jess groaned and closed her eyes, arching her back to thrust her rear higher into the air.
Arden crawled behind Jess and knelt between her feet. With one hand on each ass cheek, Arden stroked Jess’ skin in light circles. “I’ve never seen a woman from this view before,” she said. Arden ran a finger down the outside of Jess’ slickened lips. “You look pretty,” she noted appreciatively. “You look like you would taste good.” She traced one fingertip down the center of Jess’ pussy, teasing a slow route over her wet, sensitive creases and folds, then pushed it deep into her sheath. Jess grunted in pleasure and moved her head faster over Jorge’s cock.
In the distance, Arden heard a car horn, but it seemed a million miles away and of zero consequence. “You’re so wet,” Arden whispered, “and so warm.” She slid two fingers into Jess’ sheath and her hand became coated in slick juice. “I wonder if I could fit three inside…” she mused and added her ring finger. “Yeah, that’s tight,” Arden noted. Jess pushed back against Arden’s hand with her hips, spreading her thighs even wider.
The car horn sounded again, this time a staccato series of impatient honks. Jorge muttered darkly and grabbed Jess’ hair, sliding her head aggressively over his cock. Jess gagged, but held him inside her mouth. Jorge grunted, clenched and then spent himself down her throat. He held Jess’ head for long seconds as she swallowed, and then exhaled deeply.
“Muchas gracias, bella muchacha,” Jorge murmured as he slid his shaft from Jess’ lips. Jess sat back and smiled at him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. He stroked the side of her face and then tucked his softening cock back into his trousers. Striding away from them through the soft white sand toward the honking car, he called out, “Sea patiente! Vengo ahora!”