Random Acts of Fantasy (26 page)

“Close. A dominatrix,” Big whispered.

“She’d be good at that,” Joe and I muttered at the same time. He reached for my hand and squeezed it. I continued the walk to our room and Big and Burly stood outside as we entered.

Trevor said something to them while Joe escorted me in. Then Trevor came in as I changed into more casual clothes. “They said they’re on orders to follow Darla, but they’ll keep a decent distance.”

“I just love a romantic walk on the beach with four men,” I said sarcastically.

“It
is
a sex resort,” Joe cracked.

Trevor’s eyes widened and he glared at Joe. “Dude. Look what she’s just been through. Don’t make jokes like
that
.”

“I am not made of lead crystal, Trevor,” I barked. “You don’t have to act like I’m all delicate suddenly just because...because....” My voice faltered. I wasn’t destroyed. Not devastated. Freaked out, sure. But mostly I was exhausted, in that internal way that made me feel like my Darla compass was off, a magnetic field screwing me out of being able to find true North easily.

A normal woman would have wanted time to recover, space to heal and all that psychodramatic bullshit. But normal women don’t get chained to beds by their boyfriend’s ex-fiancee and get mistaken for a chick with a dick at a sex resort.

What I wanted wasn’t privacy, delicacy, or isolation.

I wanted to make sure Suzy didn’t
win
. If I let what she did to me – and make no mistake here, for
she
did that to me. Not Gavin or David. They were hapless, like me – just thought they were part of a game where everyone went in willing and eager. No one with a good heart ever thinks that someone else in a game is an evil puppetmaster until the manipulation is revealed.

And when you realize you’re the target of a malevolent presence who views people as tools for their elaborate game, and who lacks simple humanity, you can’t let them win.

Simple principle.

Love conquers all, but evil can really mindfuck you in the meantime.

Joe’s arm slipped around my waist. He slung a backpack on his shoulder. “Let’s go,” he said.

“What’s that?” Trevor asked, looking at me like he wanted to say something more, but his words were for Joe.

“Just something we might need on our walk,” Joe said. We were silent the entire way down to the beach, the night breeze balmy. No bugs. There wasn’t a single bug in the air, the moon nice and smiling in the sky, like an admiring fan.

Just then, Joe stopped, the moonlight haloing his head. He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry, Darla,” he added, his hand reaching for mine and squeezing. “For making you feel bad with that reporter mess. That’s all me. Not you. I should never have treated you like that.”

I smiled, the words heard, acknowledged, appreciated and definitely felt. “Thank you.” He tucked me under his arm and I pressed my spinning head against his shoulder.

In the shadowed night sky, we three walked hand in hand on the beach. We all wore flip flops and kicked them off, the sand digging between my toes, reminding me I was alive. Not that I didn’t know, the press of both men’s palms into mine kind of clueing me in.

But I needed something more.

“Since we’re here at a place where fantasies come true in whatever form you seem to need them to, you know there’s one thing I’ve always wanted,” I said, suddenly shy. On our last night here, after the guys performed and were exhausted, I felt like it was selfish, and yet I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to connect with them both.

A kind of reclamation.

Trevor’s hand slid up the side of my chest, caressing my breast. He snuggled in closer. “Yeah? Go ahead. Tell us.” Joe’s palm slid up my thigh. This felt so natural.

And I knew they’d love what I was about to say.

“You know how we...take turns?”

They nodded, both shifting slightly. I knew damn well they were rock hard, and so was my clit. The near-miss with Suzy had us all in a heightened state of...something. And that translated into one thing only when you’re twenty-three, away from home, and in a threesome relationship.

Blindingly hot sex.

I needed to get over what had just happened, to tuck it away (pun firmly
not
intended) and to wash it all off with the scent and taste of Trevor and Joe. Suzy couldn’t have one drop of power over me. Not one tiny lick. The only way to exorcize Demon Suzy seemed to be to take exactly what she wanted – my happiness – and reinforce it.

To show that love always wins.
Always
.

We took some more steps along the beach, my hands in theirs, with me between them. A strong, warm breeze swept my hair off my face, and I swear I could feel the wind between my legs, as if it sought out the newly hairless skin. Simone’s spa treatments seemed worlds away now, and yet I remembered, as a slow simmer built inside, that more than one landscape had changed today.

The world seemed sexually charged. I stopped and kissed Joe, his mouth slanting against mine and burning with need and hunger. Then Trevor, whose kiss was – unimaginably – even more intense.

“I want you both,” I whispered.

“You have us both,”Trevor said immediately. Joe elbowed him hard in the ribs. “Oh. OH!” Trevor said, eyes blazing. “You want us...
both
.”

We hadn’t done that yet. DP. Double penetration. Double entry. Doublemint fun. Nope. Not yet. No sir. I’d been too scared at first, and even though both guys (especially Joe) had encouraged me, I’d drawn a line and they’d respected it. I’d respected my own hesitation.

Until now.

Joe’s eyes went hooded and dark, his voice husky with emotion. “Here? Now?” He wasn’t asking the surface question, which was easy enough to answer. Trevor’s questioning eyes had a little too much tenderness in them, too. This was sweet and all, but if the two of them gave me these careful, worried looks for much longer I was going to run through the penis and vulva fountain in the main lobby and give myself a bath in it.

I looked around. No one was here. “It
is
a clothing optional beach,” I said, peeling off my clothes faster than I knew I could. Their looks of worry and doubt faded as more of my skin hit the sea air. They joined me, all pretense of going slow abandoned with the intensity of what we three clearly felt.

“Besides,” I added, “they waxed my hole.” A light breeze came around just about then, reminding me. I puckered up tight. “Get in now while it’s smooth, because I am never submitting to that kind of masochism again.”

Both guys just kind of looked at me like they didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I probably mirrored their faces. The night was balmy and perfect, but my big ol’ mouth couldn’t shut up, could it? Ran on and on like a malfunctioned BP oil rig, spewing mindlessly. 

“What about lube?” Trevor whispered. Ever pragmatic.

“Got it,” Joe said, rummaging for his wallet in his discarded pants.

“You carry lube in your
pants
?” Trevor’s voice was filled with awe.

Joe produced three packets. Two were condoms and one was...hot damn.

“You were a Boy Scout, weren’t you?” I marveled. “Always prepared.”

“Eagle Scout. Order of the Arrow.” Then he grabbed the backpack, unzipped a compartment, and unfurled a beach blanket, the kind with waterproofing on one side and thick flannel on the other. He spread it neatly and gestured for me lay down. I didn’t need to be asked twice.

“C’mere,” I whispered, his mouth hot on mine, muscled legs pressing into my own, with Trevor stretched out on the sand next to me, making a pillow from our clothes. Joe pulled back and I turned to Trevor, who rested on his elbows and then reached up to pull me into a straddle over him. It was like climbing a throne.

And I was their queen.

Oh, the delicious flow of my wet, smooth inner thighs and lips against Trevor’s hips. Joe’s hands touched me everywhere, cataloguing me with a whisper touch that made me feel wanted and cherished, desired and needed.

It was an expression of love.

The waves behind us crashed against the shore, lapping with the sound of muffled kisses. Nature was our bedroom, our playroom, our friend and foe, giving us a moon that was a silent guard, a beaming, peaceful presence.

Salty air filled my lungs as my men touched me with whispers and sighs, with fingers hot and promising, brushing lips against my skin that catalogued the ways they loved me. Who would have guessed that silly old me would see so much change in just seven months? Christmas was coming soon, with its own set of firsts and wonders. Every week brought a fresh challenge as we worked to find our own path, the three of us.

Right now our bodies were the terrain of new land we journeyed.

Arms taut and body heated, Trevor flipped me, fast, onto my back as four hands caressed me. A pulsing heat took over my mind, driven not by fear – but by desire. Both Joe and Trevor were careful to leave my wrists be, and I thanked them in my mind. An echo of adrenaline from earlier tonight made me falter inside, wobbling just for a second.

Centering myself, I caressed Trevor’s shoulders as his muscles moved under my fingers, his head dipping between my legs to brush little kisses everywhere, warming my belly and making me blossom with slickness. The ocean lapped at the shore as Trevor’s tongue began a symbiotic dance of its own, making my hips rise up as Joe’s mouth descended on my breast, his wet warmth making me gasp, the heady night air covering us like a cloud.

With shaking hands, I curled my fingers around Trevor’s jaw, lifting his head up. His hair shone in the moonlight as a lock of hair fell across one eye. He looked at me with such raw joy my heart expanded as I bloomed with pleasure.

“Come here,” I pleaded. Joe kissed me, hard, as Trevor climbed up my body and without knowing who owned which hands, I tipped into another place, thoughts expelled and senses engaged fully. We three became sight, touch, taste, sound and more, my body on top of Trevor’s, the familiar sound of a tear, and then I was on him, he in me, full and deep as I watched his hand dispose of the foil wrapper.

Joe’s wall of heated muscle was behind me and my body shivered, a hot, thrilling fulfillment that made us all groan with relief and joy. Relief that our thirst would be quenched and joy that we simply were, connected and part of everything in this pinpointed, perfect moment filled the air.

The sound of the ocean made my hips rock forward, as if our lovemaking were in tune with the tides, with the moon, with the stars that peeked out between frothy strands of clouds that stretched across the night sky like lace.

Strokes from Joe’s fingertips against my puckered ass made me tighten inside, like a core of the divine. Trevor gasped in mid-kiss, biting my lip enough to come damn close to drawing blood. Instinct made me pull back and he loosened instantly, apologizing with a soft kiss.

“You’re so tight,” Trevor whispered, his hands transmitting more raw emotion than his voice ever could.

My lip tingled from his bite, the feel of him inside me making me curl under, my hair a fringed curtain around our faces as Joe teased me again, his finger doused in lube, the warmth of his chest behind me, one hand fingering my ass while the other slid up my ribs and tweaked my nipple. It was already hard, but hardened more, his tight, quick pinch making me groan as his finger slipped past my muscle, sending electric shocks through my limbs, from core to toe and finger tips, up my throat and spine. My body burned for more.

Trevor reached up, hips tilting just so, and kissed my shoulder, then took one breast in his mouth, looping his tongue over my nipple. Joe shifted behind me and his finger slipped out, the slick of lube and my newly-waxed nether regions driving me into a hot frenzy.

“Please,” I begged, surprising myself. Fear wasn’t present – only want. Curiosity and connection and a driving, throbbing call inside me to let my wilder side take over.

Maddeningly slow, Joe’s deliberate concentration started with the sound of foil tearing, a few fevered breaths, and then the warm rush of fluid down my ass. His tip pushed against me, Trevor’s cock buried deep inside. Where would I find room? My mind asked and then nature answered, my body opening for Joe as he nipped at my shoulder, dragging a teasing tongue tip up to my ear, his wet flesh inside, making me gasp and flush. My climax was so close, and one touch of my clit and this would be over, my body convulsing. If I moved, if I made a sound, if I exhaled, I would lose what was about to happen.

And I wanted this more than I wanted my own release. Both of them, in me at the same time, all three of us united as one.

What I had thought would be so hard was simple, a blinding white pain stretching me as Joe entered, his groan of passion fulfilled making me open like a flower, my hips moving so Trevor could have the full of me, too. We were stunned into silence as our bodies took over.

Love only needs instinct to move forward and deepen the connection.

My orgasm asserted itself as Joe entered me fully, the stretching pain like fire in my belly. A great, wracking series of gasps roared into a bucking orgasm as Trevor caught up, slamming up into me and calling out my name. Joe pressed with a slower, more even movement, the improvised rhythm of the two of them making my body uncertain and erratic, removing logical thought.