Chapter 4: Breakfast Interrupted
Char awoke to the particular warmth of two large bodies bracketing hers, and the twin, insistent pressures against her hips and thighs. Morning light cut across the rumpled silk, gliding Bill’s shoulder and Tom’s outstretched arm. She stretched, a luxurious feline movement that made both men stir. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep, her hand already snaking down to wrap around Leo’s impressive morning erection. Tom propped himself up on an elbow, watching her with a sleepy, possessive grin as she swung a leg over Leo’s hips, sinking down onto his now erect cock with a soft, grateful sigh while leaning forward to take Tom deep into her mouth and throat!
Their rhythm was slow, syrupy, a world away from last night’s frantic energy. She moved on Bill, a deep, rocking undulation, while her lips slid up and down Tom’s length, a synchronized act of blissful consumption. The room filled with the soft, wet sounds of their union and low groans of pleasure. Just as Tom’s breathing began to hitch, a firm knock echoed from the suite’s main door. “Room service!”
With a shared laugh, they froze, a tangled, illicit tableau. “Shit" . . . . "Be right there!” Tom called out, his voice startlingly normal. He slid from the bed, grabbing a robe, while Char reluctantly lifted off Leo, giving his shaft a playful, parting squeeze. They convened in the suite’s kitchenette, wrapped in plush white robes, hair tousled, smelling of sex and sleep as Tom signed for the lavish cart. Steam rose from silver domes and a pot of rich coffee.
Bill plucked a strawberry from a porcelain bowl, his eyes never leaving Char as she poured coffee. “Forgot we ordered this,” he said, biting into the fruit. Tom laughed, a low, rich sound as he lifted a dome, revealing a tower of golden pancakes. “Fuel for the day,” Tom said, sliding a plate toward Char. “You’ll need it.”
She took the coffee black, the bitter heat sharpening her senses as she leaned against the cool marble counter. Her body hummed with a pleasant, deep-seated ache, a visceral souvenir from the night before. “I feel like I rode a bull in at the Houston Rodeo,” Char mused, a slow smile spreading as she glanced between them. Bill’s grin was quick, wolfish. “You definitely broke the previous rider’s record.”
They ate standing up, a loose circle of easy silence punctuated by the clink of cutlery. Char watched Tom’s hands, remembering their grip on her hips during the desperate, perfect synchrony of the DP. The memory sent a fresh, liquid pulse through her. “Pool still on the agenda?” Bill asked, reading her glance. “More than on the agenda,” Char said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “It’s the next stop to where we'll live for the next several hours.”
Tom finished his juice, his gaze sweeping over her robe, knowing exactly what lay beneath. “The one downstairs is private, keyed access only,” he stated. Char set her cup down with a decisive click. “Then what are we all still doing up here?” she asked, already untying her belt.
The robe pooled at her feet right there on the kitchen floor, and she walked beautifully naked toward the bedroom to find a skimpy suit, the morning light gilding her skin. Tom watched the elegant sway of her ass, that familiar dancer’s grace now carrying the faint red marks from their night. “Still deciding on a suit?” Bill asked, his voice thick as he adjusted himself through his robe, his gaze locked on her retreating ass swaying form.
“The proper skimpy one,” Char called back, her tone playful and firm, disappearing into the walk-in closet. The men listened to the soft rustle of fabric, a quiet, tantalizing promise. They stood rooted, energized and already half-hard just being near her, the air still tasting of syrup and their shared, uninhibited history.
Breakfast was a quick, functional affair after that, forks scraping plates with hurried efficiency. Char emerged in a minuscule black bikini, the triangles of fabric doing little to contain her breasts, the ties at her hips emphasizing the curve of her waist with just glimpse of the short blonde curly hairs beneath. “Acceptable?” she asked, doing a slow spin. Tom just shook his head, a wordless compliment, as Bill let out a low whistle that said everything.
They rode the private elevator down, the close space humming with a charge that had nothing to do with mechanics. The pool area was deserted, a glass-enclosed sanctuary of turquoise light and the faint scent of chlorine. Char stepped onto the warm tiles, placed her towel on a lounger, and turned to face them, her hands going to the knot at her neck. “Okay, boys,” she announced, her blue eyes sparkling with defiance and delight. “I’ve decided. Today is officially nude day at the pool.”
With a fluid motion, she untied the top and let it fall, then hooked her thumbs into the side ties of the bottom, sliding it down her legs. “So, here I am,” she said, stepping out of the puddle of black fabric, completely bare and glorious in the aqueous light, her short blonde curly hairs surrounding her luscious pussy clearly visible. “Now let’s see those big cocks and heavy balls hanging low.” Tom and Leo glanced at each other, a grin spreading between them, and began to peel off their own trunks without a word of protest. The day had just begun, and so had Char.
The poolside seduction had begun, Char completely naked, beautiful, alluring, sexy, smiling, she was a vision. And the guys, their cocks quickly at full mast, balls hanging low, and looking at Char's tantalizing form was just the beginning of a lustful, wanton day. The guys didn't know that as she looked at those big cocks and hanging balls that she had a secret fantasy she wanted to happen. Tom was just going along with Char but Bill had a hidden agenda that would eventually be made known! She traced a finger along the water's edge, the cool turquoise contrast to the heat pooling in her belly. "Last one in has to serve the cocktails," she called over her shoulder, her voice a playful challenge as she dove, a clean slice into the pristine water. Tom followed immediately, his powerful body cutting through the surface beside her, while Bill watched for a beat, his expression unreadable before he joined them. Underwater, Char opened her eyes, watching the blurred forms of two large, hard cocks and a thousand shimmering bubbles. She surfaced between them, pushing wet hair from her face. "I've been thinking," she said, her breath coming quick. "About how you both filled me last night." Tom grinned, pulling her close so her back pressed against his chest, his erection nudging her ass. "And?" Bill floated closer, his green eyes intent, one hand brushing her thigh beneath the water. "I want to feel that again, but here, where anyone could walk in," she whispered, the risk sharpening her thrill. Tom's grip tightened, his lips at her ear. "You're insatiable, baby." Bill's hand found her hip, his thumb stroking her skin, an easy motion that felt like a claim, her secret fantasy, two mouths on her at once. Suddenly, she spun in Tom's arms, facing Bill, her hands on his shoulders. "Kiss me," she said, it wasn't a question and when Bill leaned in to kiss her, Tom reached down from behind her and started playing with her clit. He wanted her now.