by Jaci Burton
It was the wildest, most exponential orgasm she'd ever had, because it kept coming and coming as they came and she came again.
She was torn apart, shattered, and thoroughly exhausted. Alex withdrew slowly. Ben rose up and scooted to the side of the bed with her in his arms. Alex was there to lift her off and the two of them led her into the bathroom.
She leaned against Ben while Alex turned on the shower.
"A little tired?" he asked.
She gave him a half smile. "A little."
"Come on. Let's clean up."
They all stepped into the shower. Alex and Ben dipped her under the hot water and they both washed her body.
"I have to admit it feels pretty good to be pampered like this."
"You deserve it," Alex said as he used a washcloth to clean her.
After, they used two fluffy towels to dry her off.
"Drink?" Ben asked.
"Water. Definitely."
Alex was right there with a glass of water.
She climbed into bed with her glass of water and took a couple of swallows. "You two spoil me."
Ben climbed into bed next to her. "As you should be."
She handed the glass to Ben, who put it on the nightstand, then wondered if one or both of them would want to take off now.
She got her answer when Alex climbed into bed on the other side of her.
Ben turned off the light, then they all got comfortable together. She laid her head on Alex's shoulder and Ben moved in behind her, his chest against her back.
She hadn't expected this. And she had to admit, sleeping with two men in her bed tonight was . . .
Amazing.
"Rest now, babe," Alex said.
Within a minute she was asleep.
Chapter Ten
Victoria woke alone in her bed the following morning.
Well, not exactly alone. There was a large pot of coffee on the table with a note from Ben.
Alex had an early practice. I've gone down to see to a few things. Enjoy the coffee. Back soon. Ben
She got up and stretched, her body aching in some very interesting places. She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, then grabbed one of the robes from the hook and slid into it. After pouring a cup of coffee, she went outside on the lanai and took a seat on the chaise.
The view of the ocean was spectacular, so she sipped her coffee and let her mind wander over the events from last night.
She'd often fantasized about a threesome over the years, especially when she masturbated. In her mind, it had been wild and crazy and she'd been overpowered by two lust-crazy men. She'd come over and over again in her fantasies.
The reality of it had been so much different from her imagination. Of course she had come--a lot. But Ben and Alex had hardly been lust crazy or overpowering. Instead, they'd cared for her with such sweetness, had asked her more than once if she was certain about the situation. They'd put the power entirely in her hands, and she'd appreciated it so much. She'd felt safe with them, safer than she'd felt on a lot of dates with just one man.
That said a lot about the character of the two men she'd spent the night with.
Not to mention their rock hard bodies, amazing cocks and their mouths.
Her body heated, which surprised the hell out of her. She would have thought that after last night, her body might need a break. Judging from her throbbing breasts, tingling nipples and quivering pussy, apparently not.
She stared out over the water and imagined Ben stepping outside, parting her robe and putting his hands--
"I see you're up."
Speak of the sexy devil.
She tilted her head back and smiled. "Good morning."
"Morning." He leaned over the chaise and kissed her. "Sleep well?"
"Like the satiated and sex-satisfied dead. How about you?"
"Great."
"How's Alex?"
He had a cup of coffee in his hand, so he took a seat on one of the chairs. "Already on the board and in the water."
She sat up and swiveled her legs around. "I'm not missing competition, am I?"
"No. Just practice. Competition in a little while."
"Good. And what will you be doing today?"
"Keeping an eye on Alex. I have some business to attend to later this afternoon, but otherwise, I'm free."
She reached out to lay her hand on his knee. "That's good to know."
He picked up her hand. "Why? Do you have something in mind?"
"I might. While I was having coffee out here I was . . . thinking. Fantasizing, actually."
"Yeah? About what?"
"About how I used to masturbate imagining a threesome. And how my reality was nothing like my fantasies. And then I got hot just thinking about it."
He laid his cup on the table. "You're making me hard telling me about it."
She zeroed in on his board shorts, on the oh so impressive erection pressing against them. "I like you hard. I mean, I like you all the time, but hard? Oh, most definitely."
He stood. "Lay back against the chaise and touch yourself. Show me how you do it."
"Only if you show me how you do it."
He started to untie his shorts. "I plan to."
Since they were on the top floor penthouse suite, and she had no neighbors on either side, they had plenty of privacy. There was a roof and a balcony wall and they were high enough no one could see them. And she had every intention of enjoying this moment with Ben. She lay back and spread her robe open, exposing herself to Ben.
Her pussy quivered as she splayed her fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples.
Ben dropped his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was hard already and she swallowed, licking her lips.
"Yeah, I liked your mouth on me last night. Tell me what you imagined in that scenario."
"Two men, ripping my clothes off."
He fisted his cock in his hands, drawing the shaft through. "Do you like it rough?"
"Sometimes. Last night, though? You and Alex handled it perfectly. Just the way I needed it."
"And this morning?"
She snaked her fingers down, over her abdomen, tapping at her sex. "This morning I need to come again."
He stroked his cock, using slow, rhythmic movements. "I want to watch you get yourself off, Victoria."
She used one hand to play with her nipples, the other dipped lower, over her pussy to tease at her clit.
"Tell me how that feels," Ben said.
"My clit tingles. My nipples are tight. I feel warm all over. It feels so good, Ben."
"Yeah, I know that feeling. My cock is swelling hard in my hand, making me want to be inside you."
As she rubbed her clit she watched Ben's movements. He'd go slow, threading his cock through his closed fist, then jack his cock faster. It made her breathing quicken watching the features on his face tighten, knowing he was giving himself pleasure.
She quivered all over, and when she tucked two fingers into her pussy, using the heel of her hand to rub her clit, she heard his breathing deepen.
"Yeah, that's it," Ben said, speeding up his movements. "Fuck yourself."
She felt the stirrings of orgasm and lifted her hips as if she was offering her pussy to Ben.
Heat penetrated her body, and pleasure swelled her sex. Her clit throbbed. She slowed her movements, watching Ben as he stroked faster.
It was the most delicious thing she'd ever seen.
"I'm going to come," she said.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I am, too."
He drew closer, the movements of his hand over his cock swift. His cockhead spilled pearly drops of liquid and he used them to lubricate the shaft.
She spread her robe as he moved in even closer. Now she was ready--ready for him, ready for herself to go off.
"Oh, fuck," Ben said. "I'm coming.
Ben let out a strangled groan as come spurted from his cock, the glorious white stream jettisoning into a perfect arc onto her belly and breasts. Watching him
set her off and over and she cried out as she came, her hips undulating toward him as waves of orgasm catapulted her in a frenzy of wild pleasure. Her pussy squeezed her fingers in a tight vise of rhythmic contractions, sweet sensations that she reveled in while she watched Ben in the throes of his orgasm.
When she finally dropped her hips back to the chaise, she smiled up at Ben and swept her fingers over the ropes of come on her breasts.
"Now I need a shower."
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. "And now we both need breakfast. How about I clean up a little, then order something for us while you shower?"
She cupped his chin, drawing in the kiss, letting it linger before letting go. "That sounds good. I'll be right back."
She went in and showered, then towel-dried her hair and slid into a sundress. When she came back out on the lanai, breakfast had just arrived.
"My timing is good, I see," she said.
"Perfect." He held the chair out for her and she sat.
She took a sip of the orange juice in front of her, then took her fork and stabbed a slice of cantaloupe.
They ate and she asked Ben questions about the surfing competition.
"There are three heats, which start this afternoon," Ben said.
As she enjoyed her oatmeal, she asked, "And what do you think Alex's chances are?"
"Good. Better than good."
She looked out over the water, saw several surfers riding the tops of the waves. "Some of those guys are much younger than Alex."
Ben took a swallow of juice and nodded. "Younger, yes. Not as experienced. Not as good as he is. Trust me, he's got several years of competition left in him, providing he stays healthy."
She wondered if Ben thought about still being out there, if he hadn't gotten hurt. "Do you still surf?"
"Of course. Not the bigger waves, but I surf for fun. I can take you out there or Alex and I can both take you."
She laughed. "I don't think I can hang in there with the two of you."
"Sure you can. We'll take care of you."
She pushed her plate to the side and poured another cup of coffee. "So tell me about yourself, Ben. Where are you from?"
"San Diego. That's where I fell in love with surfing. Been doing it since I was a kid. Started competing when I was young."
"And obviously you were amazing at it."
He leaned back in his chair. "I was great at it. Won a lot of competitions, picked up some incredible sponsors and learned a lot about the business side of surfing, which helped after I got hurt and transitioned into the management and promotion aspect."
She loved talking business with Ben. "You've obviously done well for Alex. He seems to have thrived."
"Thanks. I manage a couple of other younger surfers as well. And it doesn't hurt that these popular surfers promote my products. So we work well for each other."
"But you're not just using them. You actually like them. It shows."
"I'm glad you see that. There are some unscrupulous promoters and business managers out there who take advantage of young surfers, especially the ones just starting out. I try to advise the kids to steer clear of them, but some of them don't listen."
She shrugged. "It's the same way in my business. Agents just trying to make a quick buck off young and upcoming athletes, but they don't care about their futures. There's not much you can do about it. There's always going to be sharks in any sport."
"True. Fortunately there are good people like you to steer them in the right direction."
"And people like you."
He laughed. "Okay, now that we've mutually admired each other, how about we hit the beach?"
"Sounds great."
She changed and put her swimsuit on under her sundress, slipped on her sandals and sunglasses and grabbed her beach bag. Ben took her hand and they rode the elevator down and walked out onto the sand.
"We can sit under the tented area," he said. "It'll be cooler in here."
"I like that idea." It was already shaping up to be a warm day. The sun shone bright and though it was still early in the day, she was sweating in the heat.
Ben found her a chair with a great view of the competition. Alex came over and gave her a kiss, his body dripping water on her.
"You look beautiful today. Did you rest well?"
"I did. How's it going?"
"Great," he said. "I'm ready to get this thing started."
She pressed her palm to his chest, wishing she could touch his bare skin instead of the wet suit. But she'd take what she could get. "Best of luck out there."
"Thanks, but luck has nothing to do with it, babe."
She loved his confidence. "Then go kick everyone's ass."
"I intend to." He grinned, then went over to have a conversation with Ben before wandering off to the competition area. He gave her a wave before he disappeared.
Ben left the tent for a while, standing outside to have a conversation with some of the other promoters.
"Hey, Victoria."
Whitney leaned into the tent.
"Hi, Whitney." Victoria stepped outside the tent and stood on the sand next to Whitney. "Are you here to watch the competition today?"
"I am. Got the day off and everything. How have you been? I haven't seen you around."
"Oh, yes. I've been hanging out with Alex."
Whitney cocked her head to the side. "And with Ben?"
"Well . . . yes. With him, too."
Whitney shoved a shoulder into her. "Lucky you. You've really scored two winners there. Ben's a little old for me, but oh is he ever hot."
"I think so. And how about you and . . . Cade, is it?"
Whitney sported a sly smile. "Things are going well. He seems into me. I'm definitely into him."
"I'm glad. You should be having some fun."
"Oh, we're doing that. I think I'm going to pull up a spot near the water with a few of my friends. Catch you later?"
"Absolutely. Nice to see you."
"Aloha." Whitney jogged off with a wave, and Victoria headed back into the tent.
The competition began, so she settled into watch. The waves looked big--overwhelmingly large compared to the guys aiming to master them.
Ben finally came back and took a seat next to her as Alex paddled his board out.
"Tell me how the scoring system works," she said.
"The guys go out based on a priority system based on previous scores from other competitions. Alex has top priority so he can choose what wave to go after. Other guys can chose the same wave as well, as long as they don't impede his run. Scoring-wise, each surfer will try to lock in their three highest scoring waves. The max they can score is ten points per wave."
"So the highest they can score in each round--or heat, as you call it--is thirty points."
Ben nodded. "Thirty points max per heat. Then those scores are added into the competition total. It's all about a championship total. Whoever wins today will be on the leaderboard. It's not like this is a final event. That won't take place for a while. The competition continues in other countries."
She nodded. "Got it. So what are the judges looking for?"
"Degree of difficulty, innovation, and the different variety of moves they make."
"What are the types of moves the judges look for?"
"Speed, power, control of his board, where he is in the tube and how long he rides it. There are varying factors that go into scoring a ride and it takes years of expertise to become a judge. They know what they're looking for, and they know, from varying degrees of difficulty, who's mastered a wave and who's blown it. So it's critical for the surfers to not just get up on any wave and ride it."
She blinked. "Wow. That's a lot of work."
He nodded. "It is. It's more than just riding the wave. There's so much finesse that goes into it."
She leaned forward in her chair as Alex approached a wave, her heart in her throat.
Ben took her hand and squeezed.
"Relax. He's
got this."
So it appeared, as he dropped down on what she thought was a huge wave, slid down over the top of it, then underneath that massive, rolling tube of water, much to the enthusiasm of the crowd. It was as if he owned that wave, riding it for what seemed like an eternity.
While Victoria was terrified, she could see Alex's comfort level, the ease with which he mastered what she thought was a treacherous wave all the way through and out of it. He flipped his board out from under the wave, then back over the top of another, making her hold her breath. When he coasted to calm waters and wild applause and cheers from the crowd and a grin on his face, she knew he'd done well.
"He should score high on that ride," Ben said, his gaze fixed on the scoreboard.
So was Alex's as he sat on his board and grinned when he popped a ten for that ride.
"Perfect," Ben said, nodding and smiling. "It doesn't get any better than that."
Victoria had never seen anything like it. It had been death defying and the most amazing ride she had ever seen.
She watched other surfers, trying to gauge what the judges would see, but she was no expert. Unless the wave collapsed over them or they crashed, they all looked amazing. But she had Ben telling her where some of them went wrong, or how they did well, so eventually she could see the subtle differences.
Alex went out for two other waves. One pinned him down and crimped over him.
"He's okay. He'll pull up on another," Ben said.
Alex dropped down on top of another huge wave for a long ride in the tube, scoring a seven point nine.
"Great score for his second ride," Ben said.
Victoria had no idea, so she'd take Ben's word for it.
"It seems like many of them wait for just the right wave," she said to Ben.
He nodded. "The right wave is everything."
She watched the other surfers. Some did equally as well on their rides, some couldn't seem to catch a decent wave.
When Alex took another, it seemed as high as the first one he'd ridden, though he wasn't in the tube for as long a period of time. But he flipped an aerial on top of the wave to polish things off, which, to Victoria, had looked spectacular.
"That's the way it's done," Ben said with a wide grin.
Victoria leaped from her chair and cheered.
"That was . . . fantastic," she said.
Ben smiled and nodded. "It was a stellar wave and he rode it for all it was worth."
She wanted to go to Alex and hug him, to tell him how magnificent he'd looked out there. But she knew he was in competition mode, and since she dealt with athletes in her business, she knew he didn't need the distraction. Right now he needed to focus on the waves.