Create: A Cariad Romance Three Book Bundle (Cariad Collections)

by Primula Bond

  ‘Oh God,’ both boys growled in unison. ‘Show us again, Eloise. Please show us!’

  Eloise hesitated, then stood up shakily and stepped over them to stand in front of the fire. She looked down at their flushed faces, the huge bulges in their trousers, the bubbles of saliva gathering at the corner of their moist young mouths, and she felt the wetness springing between her legs.

  She started to push the white dress off her shoulder, relishing the whisper of it across her skin. She pulled it down to where her breasts were encased in the lacy cups, aware that her heavy breathing was making her breasts rise and fall. They were swelling out of the dress.

  The boys were both staring, making the nipples harden and prick against the lace. She unfastened the one hook that held the dress across her body, cocking her leg so that the dress fell open across her thigh, held it closed for a moment longer as she stood above them.

  Then she wriggled a little, freed her breasts from the lacy cups. They fell heavily forward, and the dress slithered right down to the thick carpet where the boys were lying.

  ‘You were totally naked?’ breathed Rick, his hand massaging his crotch now.

  ‘Oh, man,’ Freddy just groaned, muscles flickering in his cheek as he willed his erection not to show.

  ‘Yes, we were both naked,’ Eloise answered quietly, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror. ‘Two women, one dark, one pale.’

  Her breasts were jutting forward from her slim frame, wobbling with her rapid heartbeat, full and swollen with excitement caused by her words and the boys’ burgeoning admiration.

  She started to stroke and knead them, gently at first, then more firmly. Rick and Freddy swore under their breath as her own little floor show began. The two beautiful boys watching her, bodies rigid with expectation, was rousing her to fever pitch. They were going to watch, and then she was going to make them fight over her. She didn’t care which one of them fucked her, but she knew that she wanted a young, hard cock plunging in to her very, very soon.

  ‘Did she make you come, Eloise?’ Freddy asked. He sounded as if he was far away, and his voice had descended several octaves. ‘Did she make you come with her fingers? Is that what women do to each other?’

  Rick gave a low chuckle at his friend’s daring. Or perhaps he was shocked that his friend was joining in.

  ‘Yes, now I know what women do to each other, because I had my fingers inside her, and I made her come, too,’ Eloise answered, flicking at her nipples with her thumbs and letting out a moan of her own. ‘And, oh, I’m ready to come again.’

  ‘Please, Eloise, let me. I think you’re so gorgeous–’ offered Freddy, undoing the collar of his shirt and running his hand through his curls, now getting wet with sweat. ‘I’m going to explode if I don’t do something with this!’

  A great surge of hot lust pounded through her as the boys wound each other up, daring each other, all the time watching her. The jazzy music wound around as she caressed her breasts more passionately, swaying and letting her hair swing down her back. The touch of it on her skin reminded her of Mimi, stroking her hair, transforming the ugly duckling, as she had called it. If only Mimi could see her now.

  ‘You’re getting hard watching me, aren’t you, boys?’ The heat curled up from her cunt. What would Mimi do?

  ‘Christ!’ spluttered Freddy, falling dramatically backwards on the carpet. ‘This is like the best wet dream!’

  The sight of the beautiful dark boy lying back on the carpet, his blond friend unzipping his flies to get at his swollen cock, was too much for her. Eloise put her knees on either side of Freddy and straddled him.

  ‘Oh, fuck, oh fuck!’ Freddy lost the power of speech. He reached up and grabbed at her breasts, pushed them together and started to suck her nipples like an eager puppy. She hissed with pleasure and arched her back into him, which meant that her butt was sticking up in the air.

  She could easily have come, just from his sucking her nipples, but she wanted something more. She crawled further up until her crotch was in his face. His hands stroked up the back of her legs. She pushed her velvety pussy lips aggressively against his face and felt his breath blow across the bare skin. She started to sway her hips, desire pulsating through her.

  ‘I think I’m in love,’ mumbled Freddy, grasping her buttocks, pulling her pussy against his mouth. Behind her, Rick sniggered and swore again. Freddy’s tongue touched her clitoris and she let out a loud moan, grinding herself harder against Freddy’s face.

  Rick was on all fours, snarling like a dog behind her. He pulled her roughly off Freddy, so that she fell spread-eagled on the carpet, arms and legs spread in what could only be interpreted as a welcome.

  And sure enough they were both all over her like climbing ivy, stroking and kissing her prone body, pulling her legs open. One of them held her hands and lashed her wrists with a tie. She rolled and twisted as they manhandled her, always biting and licking, one of them coming up the inside of her thighs with his mouth, the other kissing round her neck, pulling her hair out of the way, biting hard like the vampires they were, then heaving up her breasts so that her taut nipples were offered upwards. She wriggled and squealed, imagining herself floating above the scene, the camera clicking away of its own accord, recording the fantasy.

  She didn’t think she could hold out much longer. ‘Take me, someone, for God’s sake fuck me!’

  Rick was on it. ‘I’m going first. Don’t mind do you, mate?’

  ‘I’ll watch. It’ll be almost as good. She’s so gorgeous.’ Freddy sounded as if he was in some kind of trance. She glanced sideways, saw him sitting back on his haunches, those dark curls tight with sweat, his dark eyes gazing at her like a love-sick spaniel. Something inside her melted.

  She stretched her hand out. ‘Hey, Freddy. It’ll be worth waiting for, I promise.’ She kept her eyes on Freddy as Rick lay down on top of her, breathing heavily, his blue eyes glazed just like his father’s. He kissed her hungrily, then pushed her legs further apart. Freddy would be getting an eyeful. Then Rick eased his throbbing dick up inside. Eloise got a dirty kick out of how debauched this all was, how they were all tasting something new, and suddenly Jake’s face flashed across her mind. But instead of looking angry, or hurt, he was bright eyed with excitement, nodding his approval.

  Rick thrust his big cock inside her and she gave in to it, her breasts bare and swollen, her mouth wide with ecstasy.

  ‘She’s wet, see, and welcoming. There won’t be anything left for you,’ Rick gloated, and Eloise steeled herself to keep her release for the love-sick Freddy.

  She wrapped her legs round his waist as Rick started to thrust himself in. She was determined to keep herself back, stifling the urge to let the waves of her climax break, especially when Rick thrust harder and harder to reach his goal, his bollocks slapping against her as he gave in, biting her neck as he came.

  Her body already ached and felt deliciously bruised. She was light-headed and confused, barely aware of how long she had been aching like this, who was here, who was inside her, who was watching.

  Now Freddy was pulling Rick off. Rick swore and swung round as if to punch Freddy, but Freddy was too fast. They started play fighting on the floor like that scene from Women In Love, their shirts hanging open, their cocks bouncing furiously in the firelight, like lions fighting for the pride, and Eloise lay back and smiled at it all.

  And then Freddy was on top of her, and he darted his head down and caught one nipple in his mouth, biting it hard again, sending sharp messages of desire through her. She trembled with the mingled pain and pleasure. Keeping his teeth round the burning bud, he raised her buttocks towards his groin, bending his head so that he could still bite her breasts and at the same time aim the tip of his cock towards her cunt.

  ‘Just fuck me, Freddy,’ Eloise groaned, digging her fingers into his young flesh.

  His cock was huge. Larger than Rick’s. Larger than Cedric Epsom’s. And, disloyal as it sounded, much larger and thicker than
Jake’s. She squealed with delight. It seemed to go on growing as it slid inside her, pulling out again to tease her, then thrusting in a little more, teasing, probing, nudging in and around her aching pussy, testing, tasting, exploring. Oh boy. He’d done this before.

  ‘Let’s see if we can make this last, really piss him off,’ he panted into her ear. God, he was sexy. Her breath was jagged now. Freddy arched his back, thrust the length of his incredible cock into her, and speeded up the jerking of his buttocks.

  Her arms were tied above her head, but she could still squeeze him tight with her thighs as they started pounding together, the ecstasy gathering into an exquisite point, ready to explode, the cool, sardonic Rick watching all the while, maybe taking pictures with her camera, who cared, her whole body convulsed and Freddy was coming too, his cock pumping, her body gripping him like a tight glove, squeezing every drop of pleasure out of him until the pleasure rippled, burst, and faded.

  ‘Let me go, Freddy,’ she whispered shakily, rolling over and feeling the sticky fluid slicking across her thighs. ‘The night’s still young. There’s plenty more where that came from. But we can’t do it if I’m all trussed up.’

  ‘Oh, you look fine just the way you are,’ taunted Rick, standing up as Freddy unravelled the bow tie from her wrists. ‘But sadly, I have a plane to catch.’

  As the door closed behind him, Eloise and Freddy looked at each other, slow smiles spreading over their faces as they reached out to take some more.

  Chapter Five

  Someone had opened the window. From the bed Eloise could see the river sparkling through the ornate railings of the balcony. The sun was already lying in a heavy square on the floor, where her dress lay limply like a discarded scarf.

  Freddy had gone. She dashed out of bed, looked in the bathroom, stepped out on to the balcony. There was no sign of him. Only the bites on her neck from the vampirical Rick, and the fading rash on her chin from Freddy’s all-night, passionate kisses.

  Her heart sank with disappointment. She had really liked him. His naked adoration. His deep voice. His enormous cock. And she thought he’d fallen for her. But in the bright light of another hot day it all seemed like a psychedelic dream.

  She opened her bedroom door, called out, but there was total silence. She picked up her camera and wandered on to the balcony. She was about to flick through last night’s images when she saw what looked like the tip of an arrow slicing across the surface of the river. The arrow elongated into the prow of a narrow boat, skimming across the surface of the water, and now she could see stretching forwards, as if reaching for something, a pair of muscled arms pulling on a pair of oars. Then the rower leaned back, almost lying flat, the blades lying across his groin as he pulled, his big thighs tightening as his knees took the strain.

  He must have noticed her moving on the balcony, because he glanced up, and no wonder. She was standing there in the bright sunlight, totally naked, with her russet hair flowing round her shoulders. No point hoping he wouldn’t know who she was, because although he had his blond hair in a pony tail and was wearing a white vest this morning, which clung to every ridge of his spine and ribs, she knew damn well who the young sculler was. It was Jake. And behind the requisite shades he was getting a good look at her as he flew past.

  Well, too late now. Butt naked or not, she couldn’t miss this opportunity. She picked up her camera and zoomed in on him, capturing action shots when he was bent forwards, eyes forward, then pulling back, gliding fast with the oars crossed in front of him almost delicately, making neat puddles in the water, the droplets flying up round him like diamonds tossed into the sun.

  And then he was gone. All that brawn and beauty packed into a fine young body, sweating and straining to power through the water.

  She sat down at the little table, the sun hot on her shoulders. It must be nearly midday, but it was dawn before she’d gone to sleep. She shivered with remembered pleasure and glanced through her pictures. Half afraid, half hoping that she’d imagined the mysterious out of focus shots of her and Mimi. But sure enough, there they were, the hazy women in Mimi’s bedroom last night, and their even hazier reflections in the Venetian mirror.

  But there also was a handful of new ones; fragments of naked, young, straining bodies. Out of focus shots of her on all fours closing right in as Freddy’s tongue lapped at her pussy. Rick pulling her off, taking his turn with her. Another glorious one of Freddy straining above her, his magnificent dark cock standing proud of his body, about to push inside.

  She sat back in her chair, heart pounding all over again, and stared out at the empty stretch of river. A spindly footbridge linked the garden with a little island out there, and the scene was beckoning her with watery fingers.

  She ran downstairs, ravenously hungry now. The house was spookily silent, but in the enormous kitchen, coffee (mysteriously hot), orange juice and croissants were laid out on the breakfast bar. After she’d polished everything off she found a note: Rick gone to Oz, Cedric at meetings, Honey and Mimi out shopping – So Jake is your subject for today.

  She grabbed some mineral water from the Smeg fridge and ten minutes later she was running across the footbridge in her underwear, a towel and camera bag flying up behind her, dropping everything on to the ground, and diving into the cold water.

  The beach on the far side of the little island was deserted. There were some trees shielding her from the unblinking windows of the riverside mansions, one or two boats chugging or gliding through the river. But otherwise she was alone.

  The sun was beautifully warm after the bracing water. Aeroplanes slid lazily over London, sun flashing off their metal bellies.

  She flopped down on to the big white towel, her heart still drumming, body still buzzing. She stretched her legs out, pointed her toes. Glanced around. Slipped off her sopping wet bra and knickers.

  A breath of air tickled her slightly parted fanny. She opened her legs a little more. Her hand flopped onto her bare stomach, fingertips moving down to the hairless groove along the top of her thigh. The surface of her skin was more sensitive for being in the open air. So sensitive she could come with a butterfly kiss. Her hand wandered back up towards her breasts, brushing across them, enough to make them swell hopefully, enough to make her stomach flutter expectantly.

  The sun pressed on her eyelids as her hand traced circles and her nipples puckered up. Her thighs fidgeted on the towel, opening further. Her fingers caught at a hardening nipple. The other hand sidled into the warm tangle of hair over her pussy, pulling one or two strands upwards, the roots tugging on the tender skin. Her middle finger stroked the crack. The lips were wet, and not from the river. She wiggled her finger at the sliver of sensitive flesh, teasing it into tingling response. She moaned, turned on by her own voice, sure that she was alone.

  And then a shadow crossed her face. She shifted, thinking a cloud was obscuring the sun. She shaded her eyes and saw a figure standing a couple of feet away. She raised herself on her elbow, her breast swinging heavily against her arm. A droplet of juice trickled across her thigh.

  It was Jake, god-like in his vest and Lycra shorts. His body was honed from all that training, manly and muscular, but his face was still boyish. He was a younger, more innocent version of his steely older brother. Hectic flushes of blood were visible under his smooth skin. His bright blue eyes were fixed unashamedly on her big breasts. Well, they were bare and hanging there boldly in the sunshine. Where could a boy look? Her nipples hardened again into little arrows, pointing straight at him.

  Jake swallowed and scuffled his bare feet in the dust, trying to adopt a kind of swaggering stance. Through his tight shorts his groin was bulging.

  ‘They’ve all buggered off for the day. Said I had to make myself available.’

  ‘You did great. I got some tremendous shots of you on the water just now.’ Her voice pierced the humming silence. ‘You rowing at Henley this summer?’

  ‘Yeah, and tomorrow I’m going with my crew to a trainin
g camp in the States.’ He glanced back at his boat, pulled up on the little shore behind him. ‘Best way to work off a hangover. Everyone went a bit crazy last night.’

  The fluttering in Eloise’s stomach was back with a vengeance. It was twisting and tightening with lust. She wondered if Rick had given him the low-down on what went on in her bedroom, and embarrassment flooded through her. She wriggled the towel from under her and draped it over herself.

  ‘Want some water?’

  ‘My dad says you should never accept drinks from strangers,’ he croaked with a lopsided grin, squatting down beside her and taking a swig.

  ‘Oh, I’m totally harmless! I only attack people with my camera.’ She waved the bottle at him. ‘But I’d say you’re big enough to take care of yourself.’

  She patted the towel beside her. Big was the word. Oh yes. That hard-on was threatening to bust his pants.

  She quietly took the bottle from him, keeping her green eyes calmly on his burning blue ones. Without wiping the neck of the bottle she flicked her tongue round the wet rim before taking a deep swallow. Now his eyes were on her throat as the cold liquid swished down.

  ‘Did my brother bother you last night?’ he asked suddenly. ‘I saw him and Freddy going into your room.’

  The bottle hovered above her open mouth as she pondered her reply.

  ‘Some pretext about Freddy studying photography.’

  ‘He is, actually. Here in London.’