“Is there a show I’m missing?”
I turned to see Zeke wandering through the living room. He’d changed out of his tuxedo and into jeans and a T-shirt.
“Probably nothing you’d be interested in,” I told him as I sipped my water and watched as Clarissa and Troy sat on the edge of the hot tub, deep in conversation.
“What makes you think that? Just because I’m not into the female flesh doesn’t mean I don’t like a good show.”
“Well, then, grab a beer. It’s just getting started.”
Zeke beelined for the kitchen, returning just as Ransom came down the stairs.
“Partying without me?” he prompted as he came to a stop behind me.
“About to watch the show,” I told him.
“Beer?” Zeke offered.
“Why the hell not?”
I glanced over at the two men and grinned. This was going to push Troy’s boundaries, I knew.
After explaining the scenario to the two Sadists, I led the way onto the back patio. We moved around to the far side of the pool before taking seats in the lounge chairs.
I noticed Troy’s eyes as they trailed us.
As though wanting to keep him in the moment, Clarissa’s finger touched his cheek and turned his head toward her. She smiled, and even from this distance, her radiance was like peering into the sun. Still wearing that dress, she looked out of her element, but that didn’t detract from how fucking hot she was.
“Your boy’s nervous,” Bishop pointed out.
“Give him time,” Zeke said and I remembered it was the same thing Landon had said before. I wondered if they saw the same eagerness to submit when they looked at him that I did.
Wanting to keep up the charade, I decided to engage Zeke in conversation.
“I heard something interesting about the trip to Chicago.”
Zeke grunted as he took a swallow of his beer. “What’s that?”
“There’s a rumor going around that I had a couple of naked masochists onboard.”
Bishop chuckled. “They were naked, all right.”
I glanced over at Zeke to see him frowning. “You didn’t mention that when you were reading me the riot act the other day.”
His lips pursed and his attention swerved back to Clarissa and Troy. She slipped off her sandals, then walked over to the edge of the pool to dip her feet in. Troy removed his socks and shoes, rolled up his slacks, then joined her.
“What do you know about them?” Zeke asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Who?”
“Case and Brax.”
Ah. So despite what he said, it appeared my friend was interested.
“I’ve known them both for a long time. Good guys.”
“You know what I’m asking, boss man.”
I grinned. Yeah. I knew he was referring to what they were looking for in their sexual interactions.
“You won’t scare them if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
I continued to watch my pets, enjoying the way Clarissa continued to keep Troy’s attention on her. When her hands shifted to the front of his shirt, my cock stirred.
Just as I expected, she began unbuttoning it slowly, their eyes locked together. Role playing or not, there was no denying the intense chemistry between them.
“They’ll be at Dichotomy tomorrow night,” I told Zeke.
“So I heard.” He did not sound happy about that. “Not sure why you’re playin’ matchmaker, Ramsey. I’ve got no interest.”
Ransom huffed a laugh. “Coulda fooled me.”
“If you’re so damned interested, why don’t you take ’em?” Zeke grumbled.
“You want that?” Ransom countered. “’Cause a couple of boys like that … I wouldn’t mind breakin’ ’em.”
“That your thing, too?” I asked simply to keep the conversation rolling. “Breaking ’em down and building ’em back up?”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, Ramsey,” Zeke bit out.
“No one’s knocking it,” I assured him. I merely didn’t know Bishop the way I knew Zeke.
“And what the hell’s up with shippin’ them off to Chicago?” Zeke questioned.
Troy was shirtless and Clarissa had moved closer. I watched as Troy’s hand tentatively slid around her back, pulling her closer to him. Their lips met again and my cock pressed more firmly against my zipper. I hadn’t given them any restrictions and I was curious as fuck how far this would go.
“It wasn’t my idea to ship them out there,” I replied. “Business opportunities.”
“Are they interested?”
I got the feeling Zeke was asking because he wanted to know whether they would be at his disposal in the near future.
“Not sure. I haven’t talked to them. Why don’t you ask them for yourself tomorrow night?”
Zeke grunted again.
“Your boy’s not as nervous,” Bishop noticed.
Nope. It appeared Troy was doing just fine. He’d managed to get Clarissa out of that dress. Since she had absolutely nothing on beneath it, she was a damn fine sight to see.
“They have limits on file at the club?” Zeke asked.
“They have files,” I told him. “As for whether they have limits, you’ll have to look. I don’t know.” And that was the truth. While I knew both men personally, I had never delved into their interests. They were friends, yes, but other than that, they’d never held any appeal for me.
“If they have limits, they can’t handle me,” Zeke stated gruffly.
I turned to look at him. “Stop trying to put up those damn walls of yours. Tomorrow night’s your chance to see what they can offer you.”
“I saw what they could offer him the other day,” Bishop said with another rough laugh. “Didn’t look like they were scared to me.”
“I didn’t push ’em,” Zeke said.
“Not enough, no.”
While the two Sadists carried on their argument, I focused on Clarissa and Troy, watching as his hand roamed over her naked back. The other seemed to be cupping her breast. Their mouths were fused together and if they weren’t careful, they were going to inhale one another.
Come on, Troy. Get her into the water.
As though he heard my inner encouragement, Troy released Clarissa and stood. A second later, he was as naked as she was, walking her into the crystal-clear water. The blue light highlighted every inch of their nakedness. It wasn’t long before Clarissa was back in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Well, as interesting as this is,” Zeke finally said, “I’m gonna hit the hay.”
“I think I’ll head that way, too.”
I nodded, unable to speak as my pets continued to grope one another.
Surprisingly, neither of them looked up when Zeke and Bishop walked back around the pool, then disappeared into the house.
Wanting a better view, I decided to move closer. After retrieving two condoms from my pocket, I slipped off my jeans and padded over to the stairs, resuming the position they’d been in moments before.
Troy hefted her higher as he shifted his mouth from her neck to her breast. Clarissa moaned softly as she held his head there, her body rocking against him. After several minutes, I opted to join them, unable to keep away.
Wanting to continue the role playing, I swam by them once, then twice. It was on my second pass that Troy stopped, his eyes following me.
“Remember your role,” I told him, pretending only to be watching them.
His attention immediately shifted back to Clarissa, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes.
He was wondering what I was going to do.
In a few minutes, he wouldn’t have to wonder anymore.
Troy
I WAS PRETTY SURE MY head was going to blow right off my shoulders.
Clarissa was so hot I swear she had scorched my skin with her touch alone. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. There for a while
, I had completely forgotten we had an audience. At some point, Zeke and Ransom must’ve gone in, because Master had joined us in the pool. I could tell he was naked and I couldn’t stop wondering what he was going to do. Would he join us?
“Don’t stop,” Clarissa moaned, her hand slipping down to curl around my cock. “Please, don’t stop, Troy.”
How could I when she asked so sweetly?
“I don’t want to go too far,” I told her as I ate at her mouth.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered, her hands sliding over my skin, holding me close as though she couldn’t get enough. “I need to feel you.”
She pulled my head back down, our mouths fusing together while she worked my cock in slow, torturous strokes. I was so focused on the incredible friction, it took a moment to realize Master had come up behind me.
I tensed, trying to remain in character. We were role playing. A resort. Two strangers, curious, eager, letting things get hotter by the second. Trent was another stranger, moving closer. He was supposed to be a bystander. Had that been true and not part of our fictitious game, I wouldn’t have welcomed him so easily.
“What’s wrong?” Clarissa asked when she pulled her mouth from mine. Her eyes shifted behind me. “Oh.”
I wrapped my arms more tightly around her, protecting her from the stranger who had joined us. It was hard to focus when I felt the hard length of him press up against my ass.
Christ Almighty, I wanted to feel him inside me. I could hardly breathe for wanting it so badly. I was shitty at this role-playing thing.
“Don’t mind me,” Master said softly. “I was just admiring the two of you.”
It was hard to remember the fictionalized version of this scene when it was clear Clarissa was as excited as I was that Master was there.
While I held Clarissa, Master shifted around so that he was standing behind her.
“Wh—what are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“What do you want me to do?” Master asked, his lips brushing her neck.
“I … I was…” She whimpered, her body pressing against me.
“Have you ever had a threesome?” Master asked. “This resort is renowned for it. Thought maybe you’d be interested in a third party.”
Clarissa’s eyes met mine and I could see her dazed look. She wanted what Master was offering.
“It’s up to you,” I told her.
I wasn’t sure whether she was still playing a part or simply giving in to the moment. Either way, Clarissa shifted out of my arms and turned. She pressed her back against my chest before pulling my arms around her.
“Touch me, Troy,” she urged, shifting my hands to her breasts.
Master took a step back, observing us as he sank to his shoulders in the water. His eyes never left my hands, watching as I kneaded Clarissa’s luscious tits. My cock pressed against her ass and I groaned.
“Keep doing that and we won’t make it very far,” I warned when she began grinding her ass against my rigid erection.
Several minutes passed as the three of us remained as we were, Master observing from a few feet away, Clarissa stealing my breath with every brush her of ass against my cock.
“Why don’t you two get out of the water?” Master suggested. “I’ve got to grab something, but then I’ll join you.” He watched us as he moved a few steps back. “If you’re out of the water by the time I return, I’ll take it as permission to join you.”
Master turned and walked away without a backward glance.
Keeping in character, I turned Clarissa in my arms, sinking into the water as I pulled her close.
“What do you want to do?” I whispered, curling my hand around the back of her head. “You want it to be just you and me? Or you want something more?”
“That’s a tough question.” Her hands glided up over my chest, then weaved around my neck. “I sure am looking forward to feeling you inside me.”
The woman made me so fucking hard. Every breath she took, every word she spoke, I inched closer and closer to a catastrophic meltdown. I feared I wouldn’t make it three seconds inside the tight, hot depths of her body.
“This opportunity doesn’t come around very often,” I told her. “What do you say we see what he has in store for us? And later on, you can have me all to yourself.”
With a smile, Clarissa leaned in and kissed me. I backed us both toward the stairs, stopping when I had to stand tall. Taking her hand, I led her out of the pool and over to the nearest lounge chair. I spotted two condoms and I smiled to myself.
Master was obviously prepared. Partially, anyway. I had the sneaking suspicion he had gone to get lube. No matter what he had in mind, we wouldn’t proceed without it.
I laid out on the chair and pulled Clarissa down on top of me. There was just enough room for her to straddle my hips, my cock nestling into the sweet juncture between her thighs.
The next thing I knew, Clarissa was opening one of the condoms before she sat up, her eyes glittering as she stared down at me.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she said and there was a desperation in her tone that reiterated her words.
I hissed when she began rolling the rubber down my length. The second I was sheathed, I pulled her to me. “Put me inside you.”
She rocked against me a few times before positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. As she sank down on me, I growled, pleasure assaulting me from all sides.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”
Something brushed against my leg and I opened my eyes to see Master standing over us, his smoke-blue eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
“Fuck, this is pretty,” he growled as he ran his hands over Clarissa’s back.
She moaned softly, continuing to rock back and forth on my cock. The friction was incredible and I had to focus on Master to keep from coming too soon.
“Ever been filled by two men at one time?” he asked her.
“No.” There was a hint of uncertainty in her tone.
“We’ll take care of you, baby,” I promised.
“I know.”
Unable to resist, I pulled her head down to mine, our lips melding together as I guided her back and forth on my cock with one hand. Her pussy flexed around me, halting my breath a few times. It was an incredible sensation, more so with every brush of Master’s body against mine.
I couldn’t say how long we remained like that or even when Master rolled on the condom. I felt something press against my cock, which was buried deep within Clarissa, and I assumed he was prepping her with his fingers.
“Lean forward,” Master instructed, his voice soft but with that commanding edge.
Clarissa shifted, her breasts pressed against my chest as she molded herself against me.
“Let me feel how tight this little ass is,” he said. “Are you ready for me, sunshine?”
It appeared Master had broken character, but at this point, I didn’t think it mattered.
“Yes … please … I want to feel you both.”
The warm air caressed my skin as Master moved so that his legs were on the outside of mine. He was still standing, his knees bent as he guided his cock against her ass.
“Fuck,” I moaned as my mind vividly lit up with an image of what it looked like from his point of view. The way his thick cock breached her asshole, slowly inching inside her.
I felt the pressure, then the strangest sensation. It was his cock brushing alongside mine inside her.
“Clarissa? Tell me what you need,” Master stated.
“More,” she said, shifting on top of me. “I need more.”
I could feel her tensing up, so I slammed my mouth to hers, holding her there. I needed the distraction because my balls were drawing up, the intensity far more than I bargained for. This wasn’t anything like I’d imagined. It was so much better.
“Let us do the work,” Master stated as he began pumping his hips, driving his cock deep into her ass. With every thr
ust, Clarissa’s body rocked against mine.
Unable to resist, I began pumping my hips upward, shallow strokes that sent electricity sparking along my nerve endings. All the while, Clarissa kissed me. Writhing, moaning as we worked her in tandem, filling her completely.
She pulled her mouth from mine suddenly as she screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy fluttering over my dick. I stared up at her, the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Clarissa came, and a few seconds later, I followed her over, unable to hold back.
Master slammed into her several more times before he joined us.
EIGHTEEN
Clarissa
I WOKE THE FOLLOWING MORNING with aches in places I’d never had aches before. Oddly enough, they were good aches. Probably helped that I was tucked in close to a warm body in Trent’s massive bed.
One warm body. Not two.
There should’ve been two.
I didn’t have to move to know who was with me. I could tell the difference between them by touch alone. That was Troy’s warmth along my back. I laid there for a few minutes, waiting to see if he was awake. When he let out a soft snore, I smiled to myself before inching out of his grasp.
I made my way into the master bathroom, closing the door behind me. Feeling slightly out of place, I hurried to pee, then washed my hands, wishing I had my toothbrush.
As I took a look at myself in the mirror, I realized I needed to go home. My hair was a ragged mess, my mascara smeared beneath my eyes. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
After a few minutes of trying to touch myself up, I came out to see Troy was still asleep. His shirt was lying at the end of the bed, so I grabbed it, slipping my arms in and buttoning a few buttons on my way out the door.
I could smell coffee coming from somewhere, so I followed my nose.
I found Ransom and Zeke sitting at the kitchen table.
“Mornin’,” Zeke greeted.
“Morning,” I said, hoping it really was still morning. I hadn’t found a clock yet, so I wasn’t sure what time it was. “Is Trent here?”
There was a peculiar look on Zeke’s face before he shook his head. “He went to the club. Said he had some business to take care of.”
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