Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
The cabin’s exterior had been completed, except for installation of the doors and windows.
Heath stepped through the framed-out doorway and glanced around to note, while the floor plan wasn’t overly large, it could fit a couple of people comfortably.
Despite the size, he could tell by the framed walls that it was set up nicely.
The open floor plan would make the space look bigger once it was finished.
Plus…
He headed toward the window openings facing the mountains to the north. It would have an awesome view.
One definitely different from his penthouse in Hoboken, New Jersey.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to see Dayne approaching.
Heath took his time checking out the man he guessed was in his mid-thirties, from the top of his dark-blond head all the way to his dusty boots.
Dayne obviously changed clothes for the tour since he hadn’t been dressed in jeans and boots earlier by the lake .
“You consider this secluded?”
“It’s private enough,” was Dayne’s response.
That was all Heath needed to hear.
His hands automatically went for his belt. He didn’t want to give Dayne time to change the scenario. Heath didn’t mind sucking cock, not at all, but since that moment in Heaven, he’d been looking forward to having his in Dayne’s mouth.
During the extensive tour, the anticipation of this moment had been killing him. He couldn’t wait to look down and see the man on his knees, not look up while Dayne was on his feet. The heat in Dayne’s eyes flared and he licked his lips when Heath shoved a hand into his boxer briefs.
He glanced around for Cara and found her still standing in what would eventually be the cabin’s kitchen, staring in their direction with her lips parted slightly. Heath would love to see her on her knees at his feet, too.
But first…
Heath pulled out his cock and began to pump it. At the end of each stroke, he squeezed the tip until a glistening bead of precum formed.
He called out to Cara, “You could watch or you could join us. Up to you.”
She skirted around the framed walls to join them in the cabin’s back room. “Can I start by watching?”
“Of course,” Dayne answered. “You don’t have to do anything?—”
“Right,” she cut him off with a single nod. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do. I can do as little or as much as I please.”
Heath grinned. “Apparently, she got the memo. Do whatever feels natural for you. Watch. Participate. Whatever you desire.”
“I’ll watch for now.” She headed over to a wood sawhorse only feet from where Heath stood. Once she perched her ass against it, he turned back to Dayne at the same time the resort owner’s hazel eyes sliced from Cara back to Heath in the midst of still fisting his hard-on.
Dayne locked eyes with Heath, lowering himself to his knees at the same time. His tongue slipped across his lips once more before using both hands to grab Heath’s waistband and work his jeans lower until they were halfway down his thighs.
For unfettered access, Heath supposed.
Hell , if the man requested that he totally strip naked, Heath would do so without hesitation.
He had no qualms about anyone seeing his body.
At forty-five, he worked hard to stay fit and healthy.
Between the long hours he spent working, along with the time spent working out, he hadn’t had much time to jump into the dating pool lately.
Plus, every time he risked dipping his toes in, he regretted it.
Anyway, being buck naked on the front lawn of the resort’s lodge while involved in an orgy should prove he had no shame. At least when it came to nudity and sex. He was comfortable with it for himself as well as others.
He glanced once more at Cara before fully turning his attention to the man now settled at his feet. He pulled in a deep breath and released it slowly as Dayne’s warm, wet mouth encircled his cock.
Damn.
Heath forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch the man work. And work, he did. Cupping Heath’s sack, Dayne kneaded it gently and took the length even deeper.
No surprise the man knew what he was doing. This was not his first cock-sucking rodeo. Oh, hell no. In fact, Heath had to fight the urge to thrust into Dayne’s mouth, possibly making him gag.
He forced himself to allow Dayne to control the blow job.
The depth, the speed, the suction.
Today, just like on the property tour, Heath was only along for the ride, knowing at some point they’d eventually get to the final destination.
But, fuck , it had been a while since his cock had been in a man’s mouth. The last few times had been women.
Really, he didn’t have a preference if it was a man or a woman, it only mattered on who that person was. And their level of expertise.
Dayne drew the flat of his tongue from Heath’s balls up to the tip before taking the crown into his mouth and once again sucking him deep. He then fisted the root and squeezed, his mouth encircling the tip while pumping his length.
Heath groaned. Holy shit. If Dayne kept doing that, this would be over before Heath was ready for it to end.
Which, if anyone cared to ask, was never.
Dayne grinned around Heath’s cock when he began to tremble, fighting the difficult battle to keep his shit together.
Despite Heath unclenching his hands and grabbing onto the longer hair at the top of Dayne’s head, he still let the other man keep all the control.
With Dayne’s gaze no longer locked with his, Heath blew out a ragged breath and risked another glance over his shoulder at the woman leaning against the sawhorse.
Color flooded Cara’s cheeks as she focused on them. He doubted it was from embarrassment this time. Her rock-hard nipples and her ragged breathing were evidence of just the opposite.
No, this was turning her on.
Seeing her reaction made him even more determined to make time for her this week. Whether Dayne was a part of it or not.
Dayne squeezing and tugging Heath’s balls brought his attention back to him. But he was quickly distracted by a hand sliding along his exposed ass and slipping between his cheeks.
Was he...
He was.
Dayne began to tease and stroke his hole, encouraging him to relax. However, what his lips and tongue were doing made complete relaxation impossible. Not if he didn’t want to shoot his load down the man’s throat in the next thirty seconds.
One finger wedged its way inside. Then another.
Make that about ten seconds.
Without lube, two fingers were about his limit. Luckily, Dayne didn’t try to push it any further. Instead, he used those long digits to find his prostate and stroke it.
“Oh, fuuuuck ,” escaped from Heath. “That’s it. Like that. Damn.”
Again, no surprise this man knew what he was doing. He owned a damn sex resort, for fuck’s sake . He probably hooked up with all kinds of people and did all kinds of things.
But the triple threat of Dayne tugging on his balls, stimulating his prostate, and sucking him like a?—
He didn’t even get to finish his thought before bracing for his own orgasm. “I’m going to?—”
Yep , he was toast. He couldn’t even finish the warning.
With a groan and Heath’s fingers gripping Dayne’s hair hard enough to pull his scalp, he shoved his hips forward and came.
Since Dayne had to have recognized the signs, him not pulling free in time had to be done on purpose. Letting Heath come down his throat was hot as hell. At least for him. He wondered about Cara’s opinion on what she just witnessed. Hopefully, it turned her on.
As soon as Dayne released Heath’s cock, he wiped the back of his wrist over his lips and sat back on his heels. A second later, his Cheshire cat smile was blinding.
Heath was starting to believe the resort’s CFO had an arrogant streak.
With an offered hand, Heath helped haul Dayne back to his feet and mumbled, “Thanks,” as he yanked up his jeans and secured them.
Dayne acknowledged him with a tip of his head, but looked past him to Cara. “Did that turn you on?”
Heath glanced over because he was also very interested in her answer.
With her bottom lip pressed between her teeth, she nodded. “I wasn’t sure if it would, but…” She blew out a breath between pursed lips. “I was not expecting how it would affect me.”
Heath asked, “Do you want us to help you with that?”
“You don’t have to go out of your way to?—”
“You’re not the only one suffering right now,” Heath told her.
Her green eyes flicked to Dayne, then down to the erection straining against his jeans.
“I don’t want to be the selfish one here,” Heath told her, then smiled. “I’m willing to give back.”
“How?” she asked. “Are you going to give Dayne head next?”
“No. You are.”
Her eyes widened for a split second.
“And while you’re doing that, I’m going to take care of you. ”
She once again asked, “How?”
“We can always get creative,” Dayne assured her. “I’m also not going to say no if you want to give me head, but I only want you to do it if you want to, Cara. You don’t have to?—”
“I know. I know. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.” She then whispered, “I want to.”
“I have an idea.” Dayne strode over to the sawhorse and dragged it to the center of the unfinished room.
Heath frowned. “What are we doing with that?”
Dayne moved around to the other side of the sawhorse and began to undo his jeans. “I’ll stand on this side. She can use the sawhorse to support her hips. While she sucks me, you eat her.”
Damn , that was a good idea, but… “We’ll need something to cushion her hips.”
“The easy solution for that would be to use her jeans,” Dayne said. “She’ll have to take them off, anyway, if you want to bury your face in her cunt.”
While some people had strong feelings over the use of the word “cunt,” Heath wasn’t one of them. It didn’t seem to faze Cara, either. However, Heath preferred to use it only in sexual situations and not as an insult.
“You want me to strip down right here?” Cara asked.
“If you want me to eat your pussy, yes,” Heath confirmed. “If you’re uncomfortable with doing so, then I can make you come by doing what Dayne did to you earlier this morning.”
Her eyes went round. “You noticed?”
“Of course. I enjoyed watching you two more than some of the stuff happening on the blanket.”
She glanced around. “What if someone comes? The construction crew…”
“They’re done for the day, Cara,” Dayne assured her. “ That’s why I picked one of the cabins. Even if anyone does happen to wander in here, they probably wouldn’t blink an eye. Sex and nudity are an everyday occurrence around here.” He smirked. “More like an every hour occurrence.”
“I wish I was more comfortable with my nudity.”
“Maybe by the end of the week, you will be. Think of what we’re about to do as a step toward that goal,” Dayne told her.
She rolled her eyes. “You think it’s that simple?”
Dayne answered, “It could be if you let it. Remember, you are the one holding yourself back. The more you keep your mind open and are willing to change, the more you will.”
Heath could see the wheels turning in her mind. “If you’re not comfortable?—”
“Dayne’s right. I am my biggest barrier and I need to kick it down.”
“You only need to kick it down one block at a time. And at your own pace,” Heath reminded her. “Don’t let anyone push you to do something sooner than you’re ready.”
Dayne shot him an annoyed look. Heath returned it. He didn’t want the guy pushing Cara past her comfort zone. If they—and Cara—moved slowly, that comfort zone would expand.
“If you’re fine only watching and you don’t want to do it, I can. I don’t mind,” Heath finally told her when she still hesitated.
“I want to,” she whispered. “I do. This is why I came here. For the experiences.”
She toed off her shoes and made quick work of shucking her jeans and panties. Most likely before she over-thought it and backed out.
As soon as she straightened, her hands covered her pussy .
Heath warned, “Sweetheart, I’m going to be up close and personal with that sweet pussy soon. No need to hide it.”
When she slowly dropped her hands, Heath took in the darker blonde curly hair at the crux of her pale, slender thighs.
“I didn’t shave…” She swallowed. “I don’t shave.”
“Good,” Heath said. “Any man who insists a woman shave bare needs to go sit the fuck down. Most of us don’t give a shit whether you’re shaved or not.”
“Let me guess…the former tool you were with insisted you shave?” Dayne asked, once again wearing an annoyed expression.
She nodded. “Yes, and I hated it.”
“Was that the only way he’d eat you out?” Dayne asked next.
“Yes.”
“And how often was that?” Heath asked. If that asshole made her shave, then he better have made the same sort of effort when it came to putting his mouth on her pussy.
“Not often,” she admitted. “I began to think something was wrong…down there.” She glanced over at Heath. “So, you don’t have to…”
“I’m assuming nothing is wrong and he only used it as an excuse to be selfish.”
“My doctor said I was fine. No issues at all.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Heath wanted one minute in a dark alley with this dude. It sounded like he was the one with the issues, not her. Selfish lovers sucked. It was probably why she was so unsure about herself.
Heath would love to see her fully naked, but he needed to have patience. Getting naked in front of two men she knew less than a whole day would be a major step for her.
“If you’re still worried about anyone seeing you partially naked,” Dayne started, “you really shouldn’t be, Cara. You’re absolutely beautiful and the rest of the world is missing out.”
“Thank you for allowing us to be the privileged ones,” Heath added and moved to stand on the opposite side of the sawhorse from Dayne.