Chapter Fifteen #3
Jasper dives under the water and heads for us, stopping just a few feet away.
His hair and eyelashes are black and wet.
No one speaks but I can hear us all breathing.
I feel dizzy with desire. A feeling of fullness between my legs.
I take Jasper’s hand and pull him toward me and Oliver, the warmth of his body heating us like the sun.
Then I kiss Oliver. His hands still grip my hips.
Our kiss is immediately intense, the urgent kiss of two people shedding their former selves.
Then I turn to Jasper, tentative…One of them will stop me if I’ve gone too far. But he receives my kiss with such passion that I see colors. Bright explosions of red and orange appear before my closed eyes.
Then I kiss Oliver. Then Jasper again. There is so little space between our lips that the kisses merge, becoming one elongated kiss, and I can only tell the difference between them by the feel of their stubble and the faint smell of whiskey on Jasper’s lips.
We are spinning and dizzy, walking a once straight line that now curves. Our lips wet with seawater.
I pull Jasper and Oliver toward each other.
Their noses touch. Their lips are so close they breathe in the same air.
And then Jasper gently tilts Oliver’s chin toward his mouth and kisses him.
The kiss starts soft and slow but turns into something more urgent, their tongues twisting with desire.
I’ve never been more aroused. After a long minute they break apart, their eyes wild, waiting for their next command.
“Let’s go back to the room,” I say.
We dress silently on the sand, our clothes clinging to our wet bodies.
The walk back to the hotel is quiet. We pass young couples leaving the bars and busboys counting their tips.
When we get to our hotel room, Oliver unlocks our door and I step inside.
The room is freshly cleaned, and the bed perfectly made.
Jasper hovers at the entrance. My heart pounds in anticipation and I feel giddy with the possibilities of where this night can go, and then Oliver slowly opens the door farther to extend the invitation.
Jasper immediately walks to the in-room bar.
“What can I get everyone to drink? I have Crown or vodka?”
We clink the tiny glass bottles of alcohol together and down them. The Crown burns my throat. I imagine myself floating over the three of us like a ghost. Oliver and Jasper look at each other, expectant, but still not moving.
I slowly pull my dress up over my hips, exposing my lace underwear, still damp from the ocean. I sit on the edge of the bed and let my legs fall open, daring one of them to touch me. Oliver moves first, his eyes warm with desire. “You’re killing me.”
He yanks my dress over my head and pulls my lace underwear down, tossing them into our open luggage.
He kneels in front of me and my open legs begin to shake.
Oliver is in complete control. I’m so taken by his confidence that I almost forget that Jasper is in the room.
But then I feel a warm breath on the back of my neck.
Jasper is kissing my earlobe tenderly, then sucking on it in the way he knows drives me crazy.
“You’re so wet…” Oliver says.
I sigh in pleasure as Jasper takes Oliver’s position between my legs, parting them even farther.
I lie back on the bed, with Jasper between my legs and Oliver watching.
When I feel Jasper’s warm breath on my inner thigh, I instinctively close my legs.
The tiny doubts return. We’ve gone too far. We won’t come back from this. Dirty.
But when I look up at Oliver, his eyes are soft.
He traces his hand across my chest, pulling my bra down, squeezing my naked breast, then massaging my nipple between his fingers.
I feel a rush of excitement, my husband giving my lover permission to please me.
All doubts slip away, and my body opens like a flower.
Jasper presses his warm tongue inside me and I groan in pleasure.
I don’t care if I wake the other guests.
“Do you like that?” Oliver asks, never taking his eyes off Jasper’s mouth.
“Yes,” I say, desperate to feel more of Jasper’s tongue inside me. The gentle scratch of his stubble between my legs.
Oliver leans in, his mouth slack, and watches as Jasper uses his entire tongue to lick me from top to bottom. With one hand, I touch Oliver’s erection through his jeans, with the other, I run my fingers through Jasper’s wet hair, smiling as Jasper devours me.
“Tell him. Tell him you like it,” Oliver says, his voice husky.
“I like it,” I say. Jasper looks up at Oliver, his lips wet.
Oliver reaches his arm across my body, and gently spreads my legs farther apart, so that Jasper can take me all in his mouth.
When he does, it is Oliver who moans. My eyes search his face.
His cheeks are red, sweat beading on his forehead.
“Do you want me to come?” I ask him, breathless.
“So much…” he says.
Oliver leans into me and kisses me as Jasper massages me, rhythmically sliding his fingers in and out.
He’s always known how to touch me. It’s been his superpower since we first met.
An innate knowledge of how my body worked.
My back starts to arch and stiffen as my orgasm slowly takes shape, more powerful than ever before, but I can’t let the night end. I need more.
“I want to fuck my husband, now,” I tell them, kneeling on the bed. Oliver pulls off his jeans and takes my place, lying down.
“I want your clothes off too,” I say to Jasper.
Jasper does as he’s told and pulls off his sweater, tossing his pants on top of Oliver’s discarded clothes. I smile when I see their pile of clothes, tangled on the hotel floor.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” Oliver strokes himself, hard again in seconds.
Every part of my body needs to be filled so I straddle his hips and guide him inside me.
My hands rest on his bare chest. My breath grows ragged.
I ride him hard as his hands grip the bedsheets.
And when I look up, I see Jasper. We lock eyes as I press my hips into Oliver, playing with different rhythms and speeds.
Jasper smiles, his eyes lighting up each time I moan.
He leans forward so he can kiss me. I meet his lips, letting Oliver fall out of me, my desire dripping onto his stomach, my legs on either side of him.
Desperate for more of me, Oliver lowers his body so his face is between my legs as Jasper pulls me in for a long kiss.
I feel worshipped. To be their center of attention.
I lower myself back onto Oliver and savor the feeling of him inside me again, riding him slowly and methodically, trying to make the euphoric feeling last all night.
“Diana,” Oliver groans.
I raise my pelvis to the most sensitive part of him and slowly lower myself again. Jasper sits directly behind Oliver, stroking himself while watching us. Oliver grimaces in pleasure, turning his head to the side, a plant reaching for the sun, and Jasper’s erection grazes his cheek.
It sets us all on fire.
Oliver grips my hips, pressing his fingertips into my ass, so he can pull me into him. I relax my body even more so he can be deeper inside me. If I could fuck both of them at once I would. I’m the center of their world. Both Jasper and Oliver, locked into my pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful.” Jasper is close.
But it’s Oliver who starts to pulse inside me.
He’s looking in the mirror above the dresser, at the reflection of our three naked bodies.
So it won’t end, I stop the night in its tracks, letting Oliver slip out of me, so we can start over and find our way back to this place.
Rewind the tape to the moment we first gave in to one another, and I replay it over and over again until we combust. Back to the dance floor, to the ocean, to the moment Oliver opens the hotel door another few inches.
I need to be with both of them. No more taking turns.
Waiting patiently for the other. The force that draws us together is too powerful.
I lie down next to Oliver on the bed. Jasper follows and lies down on my right.
Oliver, my left. And within seconds the organization of our tryst flies away and we are tangled inside each other’s limbs.
I can’t tell Oliver’s body from Jasper’s as the heat of them both seeps into my skin.
I’m enclosed in their firm bodies and the world falls away.
Everywhere I turn there is muscle and flesh, pleasuring me, sliding in and out of me, kissing me in places that were kept closed and are now open.
Their moans merge and echo in my head. My own sounds are unrecognizable, throaty and carnal.
Hands and wet lips roam across my body, exploring every inch, every curve of me.
Sudden, powerful explosions of pleasure make our bodies slick and bind us together.
We come in waves, falling into a deep swim of ecstasy, then breaking to the surface, and needing even more. Our heat. Our wetness. Our hardness and our softness. They both have me tonight. And I have them.
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I wake up the next morning before Oliver does. My entire body is drowsy and satiated, the feeling after a long day in the sun. The details of last night hit me in vivid flashes. I snuggle into Oliver’s chest and he brings me in even closer, kissing the top of my head.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning,” he says.
We are good. We are unbreakable. It feels magnificent.
“Last night…” I say, trailing off.
Oliver smiles. “Last night…” he repeats.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes. Did you?”
“Yes.”
“Do we need to talk about what it means?” he asks.
“Maybe it means we like having fun.”
A light tap at our hotel window interrupts our conversation. It is Jasper. Freshly showered and all smiles.
“Hi, friends,” Jasper says.
“Good morning.”
“How are we feeling this morning?”
“Good,” I say. “You?”
“Very restful night of sleep,” Jasper says.
Oliver smiles lazily and wipes the sleep out of his eyes. “Us, too, buddy.” He stands up and opens the door so Jasper can poke his head in. “My friend Gina is here. She got in this morning. We’re going to take the boat back to Palos Verdes for a few days. You interested?”
I peek out the window and see a slender blonde scrolling on her phone. She looks up and smiles. Oliver looks at me and raises his eyebrows. “That sounds really nice but we have to get back to Texas,” he says.
Jasper winks at us and walks over to Gina, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Arrivederci! We’ll always have Catalina!” he calls, as they head for the stairs leading down to the sea.
Oliver flops back down on the bed and takes my hand. “When did he meet her?”
“You jealous?” I tease.
“Don’t think so,” he says, though he seems to mull it. “Where’s he get the energy?”
“It’s how he copes,” I say.