by J P Books
Obviously, I had never had two men at once before. I’d never even dreamed of it or thought of how the logistics might work out.
But last night had happened naturally. I wanted Leo inside me, I needed him. And so I had taken him inside me and it was a perfect fit.
But I had also wanted Oliver. Honestly, if we had had sex traditionally, I think it might have been a somewhat painful ordeal, and not nearly as out of control and passionate as it ended up becoming. That man was hung like a beast.
But his penis was as compelling as his eyes, somehow, and I wanted to lick it and suck it and feel it grow hard for me. Oliver is so reserved – I had a desperate desire to break through his control and make him feel what I wanted him to feel.
He had come for me, and I knew it had been powerful. I can still taste him at the back of my throat now as if it has just happened. Slightly sweet, I remember and wonder if that has anything to do with the fruit he had been eating all day.
I almost laugh at my problems.
I stand up in the water and look towards the shore. The men are awake now, tidying up our belongings. As if they could feel me watching them, they both turn to look at me. Leo is wearing that smile of his and gives me a small, happy wave. Oliver just stands there, full of self-control, but with a look in his eyes that I would never forget. A look that said, “Yes. Yes, I will submit to you.”
I make my way back up the beach, very conscious of my naked breasts but newly determined to stay the confident, sexual woman I was last night, even in the light of day.
As I get closer, Leo stands up with a huge, happy grin on his face.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he greets and kisses me. It’s different from last night, not as hot and fiery, but just as deep. The kind of kiss you want to remember but know it won’t go any further.
When he lets me go, I feel a little unsteady on my feet, but smile back at him. “Good morning,” I answer. I look over at Oliver, who’s watching us. “Morning, Oliver. How’d you sleep?”
As always, his eyes seem to sear into my soul. “Like only a truly satisfied and content man can. Wonderfully.” He closes the distance between us and kisses my cheek softly. His hand goes behind my back and trails down to run over my butt, leaving tingles racing throughout my body.
Good god, these men know how to get a girl all hot and bothered.
“We have to head back to the ship soon, I’ve already called the car.” Oliver reaches down and hands me my dress. “I’m sure you’ll want some time alone today, we understand that, but we were hoping you’d join us for dinner tonight. It’s the last night of the cruise, and we’re both already missing your company.”
*****
Whenever you go on a cruise they tell you to bring one formal outfit, for the last dinner. I had actually gone out to find a dress specifically for the purpose, dreaming of a ship full of beautiful men who would take one look at me and swoon.
Now, here I am with two very real beautiful men, and I’m going to a private dinner with them. I’ve been staring at my formal dress for 20 minutes, trying to decide if I should wear it or not.
Finally, I realize that if I don’t, I will probably never have another opportunity. What’s the worst that could happen? I don’t think Leo or Oliver are the types to laugh at someone for being overdressed, but I can imagine what their reactions might be like…
This dress is the kind of thing I only bought because I knew that no one in my “real world” would ever see me wear it. I have imagined the cruise as this sort of ‘new school’ adventure, where I could be anyone I wanted to be because no one there would know the difference.
My fantasy was coming true…in fact, what was happening to me was better than I could have ever dreamed up for myself. So I slip the red dress over my head, fluff my hair once more, and walk out the door in my high heels.
I have butterflies in my stomach as I approach the cabin number that Oliver gave me. It’s the only door in this section of the ship so their cabin must be huge. And expensive.
Holy crap, these guys must be better off than I originally thought when I heard about their restaurant business. Not that it matters to me in the slightest.
I knock, all of a sudden super shy all over again.
Oliver opens the door and freezes. His eyes – his damn sexy eyes – lock mine for only a split second before they move down my body, taking in the deep plunging neckline and the slit that comes all the way up to my hip.
Poised, articulate Oliver takes too long to invite me in. He’s simply too busy staring at me.
“Is it her?” Leo’s voice comes from behind the door, as he yanks it open wider. When he catches a look at me his mouth falls open.
“Wow, Janice. You look stunning!”
It’s such an instant, honest reaction that I giggle. These two men are so different from each other, and I react to them both so individually. I don’t think I could have chosen one over the other at this point, and my heart races at the idea of having them both to myself all night long.
My smile takes them both in, and I blush. “Thanks, it’s what I was going to wear to the formal dinner, so I thought I should wear it tonight, regardless of where I was going to eat.”
Oliver steps out of the way and ushers me inside, saying, “You are beautiful. We’re lucky you chose to spend tonight with just the two of us.” His voice sounds even deeper and more gravelly than usual.
“I honestly don’t want to be anywhere else,” I admit and step inside.
The room is huge in comparison to mine. In fact, it’s huge in comparison to my entire apartment! They had mentioned it was the “Presidential Cabin” and it sure looks it. As I walk through the door there is a full-sized piano in the library, and just beyond it, two luxury recliners facing the largest TV I have ever seen in real life.
I walked in, feeling a bit star struck. I notice a massive private patio, but my eyes are drawn to the staircase, obviously leading to a loft bedroom.
Oliver’s hand finds the small of my back and he leads me inside, past the fully stocked indoor wet bar and through the glass doors to the patio. The table is already set, as romantic as you can dream of. The sun has just started to set and our view, as far as our eyes can see, is the serene ocean.
There are candles and wine ready to be poured. There’s music playing through the hidden speakers that I can’t see.
I feel like a fairytale princess. I turn around, knowing I look goofy but I don’t care one bit. I notice both men watching me, enjoying my reaction.
Seeing Leo smile at me, with his hair falling into his face a little bit, I’m immediately reminded of my first impression of him. Like a prince from a romantic comedy. I really am in a fairy tale.
“You guys, this place is incredible!” I gush. “I don’t know why you ever left the room.”
“If we have met you on the first night, we may not have,” Oliver answers, his eyes smoldering at me as his fingers graze the smooth satin material over my ass, making me shiver.
“Would you like some wine?” Leo asks, not waiting for my answer to start pouring.
As he hands out the glasses and we clink the edges together, I can’t help but feel a pang of regret that this is our last night together.
“To summer romances,” Oliver says, his gaze taking in both Leo and me.
We echo, “To summer romances,” and drink deeply.
CHAPTER 8
Janice
The dinner is fantastic, but the three of us eat quietly, lost in our own thoughts and marveling at the beauty of the sea beyond us.
When we finish, Oliver goes inside, leaving Leo and me alone for a few minutes. He gets up and comes to sit beside me.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, his hand starting to trace designs down my back. “It almost seems unreal that we just met, and tomorrow you’ll be leaving us again.”
“Let’s not think about that yet, ok? I don’t want to…” I turn to him to sa
y more but he takes my face in his hands and starts to kiss me.
The moan that escapes is a mixture of instant pleasure and intense regret…I don’t want to ever stop kissing this man.
He pulls away much too soon though, and stands up, offering me his hand.
“Come on, I think Oliver is waiting for us upstairs with a desert.”
“Desert,” I repeat. “That sounds…yummy.” He catches the teasing look I give him and kisses me again, quickly this time, but with a squeeze of my butt that lights a fire between my legs.
We walk upstairs to the loft, hand in hand, and my breath stops when I notice Oliver, standing by yet another bar, pouring a glass of wine. He has taken his shirt off already, and once again, I’m enchanted with his chiseled torso.
I pry my eyes off of him to look around the room. It’s big and has an incredible, unobstructed view of the ocean. I can see that there’s a little hallway beside the bed, probably leading to the master bath.
Bed. The largest I have ever seen but still, just one bed.
“Do you guys…” I trail off, not sure how to ask what I want to know.
Oliver always seems to be able to read my thoughts and answers with a laugh, “There’s another bedroom downstairs where Leo sleeps…most of the time.”
“Oh,” I say, dumbly. “So…you’re not, um, a couple, then?” As much as we had talked over the past few days, I hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask these personal questions before now.
Leo smiles at me, with one eyebrow raised. “We’re anything you want us to be, baby,” he teases.
Oliver seems more serious, though, and as he hands me a glass of wine he explains a bit better.
“I think I mentioned once before that Leo and I have similar taste in women. We discovered quickly that we could either fight over who would get the girl, or we could offer her the choice. One, or both of us.”
I nod but don’t say anything. I want to know these men better, and I hope that if I don’t say anything, he’d go on explaining further.
“Personally,” he continues talking, “I like the dynamic best when there are three involved. Leo feels so expressively. I find that even though I’m most attracted to women, watching him is one of my favorite turn-ons.”
Leo picks up the conversation, “Yeah, we both used to be pretty exclusive to women, but the better we got to know each other over the years, the more we realized that we were restricting our options by not trying new things. We’re both totally open now. We have experimented with just the two of us, and it’s enjoyable, but it’s not quite the same.”
I keep nodding, noticing that I’m feeling curiously jealous, which makes absolutely no sense. Just because I have never been in the middle of a ménage-à-trois before doesn’t mean this was their first. Still, I can’t stop myself from asking, “So, you guys do this often, then?”
As soon as it’s out of my mouth I regret it. I realize that I don’t really want to know. I want to just hold on to the memory of these last few days and not let anything taint the passion in any way.
But the question is out there now, and Oliver is the one who answers, “Not often, no. I wouldn’t say that. And not like this, not like it has been with you. In the past, it’s been purely sexual, and short-lived. We’ve never…developed feelings for anyone before.”
I’m getting lost in his eyes again. He has said ‘feelings’ and my heart skips a beat. Is he really developing feelings for me? It isn’t just all in my own heart?
I look at Leo for confirmation. His smile is wistful. “You’re one of a kind, beautiful,” he paused and then finishes with, “I know we probably sound crazy now, we’ve only known you for a few days and we’re talking about falling for you, but it’s true. We both are. The last couple of days of this cruise have been the most incredible days of my life.”
I don’t trust my voice, but I need to show him, to show them both, that I feel the same way. So I take Leo’s hand, hold out my other hand for Oliver and lead them both to the bed.
I realize Oliver and I haven’t really kissed yet and wonder what it would be like. I sit them both down, side by side, and straddle Oliver, with my fingers going to tangle themselves in Leo’s hair.
Oliver looks a little surprised, but welcomes me, wrapping one arm behind me to hold me safely on his lap. I can already feel the bulge in his pants and my body response to the sensation by getting hot and wet. I lean in to kiss him and hear Leo moan as he watches.
While every kiss with Leo has the feeling of a teenage first kiss, full of hormones and adrenaline, kissing Oliver is like being in the middle of my own romance movie; true love’s kiss. That scene at the end of the movie where the impossibly handsome man finally gets the impossibly beautiful girl and they kiss, and fireworks explode in the background and nothing will ever be able to tear their fused lips apart. That is what it’s like to kiss Oliver.
Leo stands up and I sense his presence behind me, his hands lightly on my shoulders, pushing down the straps of my dress. His fingers tracing lines across my naked flesh send shivers down my back, and I start to grind on Oliver’s lap, not being able to stop myself.
I can feel him responding, his massive cock twitching inside his slacks and demanding to be let loose. I pull back, breathless and let Leo finish slipping my dress off. I stand up and let it fall to the floor, now wearing only my black lace Brazilian panties. I bend down to unbutton Oliver’s pants and pull them off, one leg at a time. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches me undress him.
He isn’t wearing any boxers and I gasp as the full length of his cock is finally freed. I want him, but there’s no way I would get all that inside me. I turn to see what Leo’s doing. He slips out of his own pants and comes up behind me, pressing his body against mine.
Leo moves my hair to one side of my neck and I obligingly show him my bare skin. He nibbles my ear, and kisses my neck, making me purr with the sensations.
“No panties tonight,” he whispers in my ear and then kneels behind me to pull the lacy fabric down my legs. As I step out of them, he runs his hands up my legs, following them with feather-light kisses. I feel his tongue lick my ass and before I have a chance to decide whether or not I like it, he’s standing again, behind me. I can feel his erection hard against my ass.
Again, he whispers in my ear, “Oliver misses you,” and I open my eyes and look at the man waiting for me, on the bed. He’s watching us patiently, but as soon as I lock eyes with him he leans forward taking my hand and kissing it.
I move forward and push him back on the bed, so that he’s laying down, and I crawl on top of him.
I kiss him, noticing the difference once more between the two men and loving the fact that I get to have them both. I move away from his mouth and start kissing down his neck, licking his muscular chest, nibbling on his nipples.
Leo moves closer behind me again, and I feel his hands on my back and my ass, as I’m on all fours on top of his friend.
I’m at the edge of the bed, and my mouth finds Oliver’s throbbing member. I lick it once, and trail my tongue around its head, enjoying the contrast between the silky soft skin and the rock hard solidity of it.
Leo’s fingers find their way between my inner lips and dip inside, where I’m wet and waiting. I press back against him, wanting more.
As if he could sense my readiness, I hear Leo unwrap a condom and then I feel his hardness at my entrance.
I groan and take as much of Oliver in my mouth as I can. I want to feel full, I need the men inside of me. Leo matches my actions with his own, and I have both men where I want them.
I’m powerless to stop Leo, and can’t really pull away from Oliver anymore, but I have never felt more in charge in the bedroom before. Every moan that escapes from either of these men vibrates through my body and I know their pleasure is because of me.
Thinking about it brings me close to the edge and as I bob my head up and down Oliver’s incredible cock, I want to give h
im even more. I want him to feel as full and wanted as I feel. With sudden inspiration, I bring one hand between his legs and start running my fingers around his balls, loving how I can feel them tighten under my touch.
I trail one finger deeper until I find his asshole, and he thrust his hips up, as if making himself more accessible. Encouraged, I add a little pressure and slowly push my finger inside.
The groan he makes is full of hot pleasure and need, and my pussy responds by getting wetter, even though Leo’s doing a great job in making me high. There are so many physical sensations running through my body that I lose my grasp on who’s where, and we all become an extension of each other.
I move my finger deep inside Oliver’s ass, matching his rocking rhythm and sucking hard with my mouth.
Leo picks up on that same rhythm and thrusts into me at the same pace.
Unlike yesterday, Oliver doesn’t need Leo’s encouragement to come. I feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth and hear his muffled panting.
“Janice,” he moans, “yes. Yes, harder. Yes, you’re going to make me come so hard.”
Hearing him, I move inside him harder and press my tongue against his long, hard shaft as I move my head up and down faster.
“Yes,” he begs, and I feel answering waves of pressure deep inside me.
“Yes,” it comes out as a gasp.
“YES,” his lower body bucks up, his muscles tightening around my finger and his come pumps down my throat. I swallow quickly, trying not to let it escape, but there’s so much.
As his body starts to go slack again, I slowly remove my finger from his ass and move my mouth up and down his cock a few more times, feeling him tense and shudder beneath me.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Leo’s voice penetrates my concentration and all my senses concentrated at the core of my being, where he’s still buried deep inside.
“Hmm,” I agree, pressing against him so that he can keep moving behind me. Now that he doesn’t have to worry about me choking on Oliver, he grabs hold of my hips and starts to really drive into me.