21. Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-one
Remington James
L ake Hollow is vast, the southern portion feels like a different lake than the shaded, darker waters of the northern section. Charlie keeps the pontoon on the southside, we anchor near Flicks n’ Fun. What I thought would be a ‘boat’ is an example of the Gibsons not sparing any expense. The LX sport model Manitou luxury pontoon made me nervous to even step onboard. In fact, for some reason I thought it was like a floating barge with no motors on it. It took fifteen minutes to be talked into climbing aboard. Sleek, brand-new looking. Cal runs his hand over the seat getting in. “Jesus, how much did this cost?”
Another reminder that Charlie is accustomed to the finer things in life. He looks embarrassed that the price is mentioned or that I look uncomfortable. Mitchell suggests we take the runabout. I have no idea what that is but listen as Charlie points out where the lifejackets are stowed.
Like so often, Wilder hadn’t wanted to come with.
Touching the necklace he helped me put on, I smile to myself. He plays it off, but he is considerate. Something that watching him with Droolius and hearing of Grady’s notes from him, I already knew.
Charlie looks at our shared playlist. “Who started the ‘Aftercare’ songs?”
Grady bursts out laughing, “Nice.” We’d talked all about the playlists earlier. I teased that we needed a follow up.
With each added song, my desire to act on group activities grows. Sadly I think that’ll remain an unfulfilled dream. Wilder hasn’t even attempted to kiss me, Grady pulled away… But the wheels are turning about the party we’re throwing Grady tomorrow night.
Keenan’s gift bag is my plus one.
We munch on watermelon drizzled with honey or sprinkled with salt, and sandwiches that I cut small. “I’ll have you know that the container holding Ceily’s suspiciously heavy and sloshy dessert broke open. It smelled like the bog of eternal stench. Like it killed the grass where it oozed. We will not be enjoying that today.”
Charlie chokes as he laughs. “She handed me a salad made with bacon grease once; I believe you.”
It’s idyllic, watching the activity in the downtown area floating near the old bridge. Tucking my legs under me, I lean into Cal’s side. Sighing, I close my eyes, dropping my head back. The breeze across my face, the feel of Grady’s hand resting on my leg. Listening to the guy’s banter, while Nat and Mitch make out on the other side of the pontoon.
Public displays of no concern to them.
“... is that like when you lived on dry cereal for a whole summer?” Charlie asks Cal, “Or when you wouldn’t eat any vegetables that weren’t green?”
“Mmmm, that was the summer Gran ate the fancy soap mom sent her thinking it was candy.” Cal’s booming laugh can be felt where I’m pressed against him. One of my favorite sensations now.
Even Grady joins in the laughing, stretching his legs out, he says, “I ran into dirty ole DBD yesterday at Pops, that dude is truly one chromosome away from being a potato.”
That cracks all of them up. Even after years, and all that separates them, they still have inside jokes. “Who is DBD, is that their initials?” I ask sucking on another wedge of watermelon, examining the welt from a bug bite.
Cal groans with a snicker. “Not exactly. In high school there was a group of guys that we’d hang out with, they’d go to Gibson’s after closing time, most of them were born and raised here. Everyone had nicknames… it was dumb.”
“I want to hear this… what was yours? Tell me all of them.”
Charlie wipes tears from his eyes due to laughing so hard. “Yeah, Cal, tell her yours.”
“They were bad.” Grady shakes his head.
I push until Cal finally says, “DBD… or Dave was dick breath Dave. DBD around parents and so forth, then Flap Slap was Kevin, FS… crazy fucker, all Kevin’s are terrible, Carter, DN, was Douche nozzle, mine was… fuck me, AC or Anus chomp. Never use that ever, please. Charlie, what was yours?”
He taps the side of his head. “You forget, nothing stuck so I was exempt.”
Lake Hollow Country Club has a wing of suites and a party room. Decorated with exposed wood beam lofted ceilings, stone fireplaces, oars on the walls, along with mounted prize catches of fish, pictures Lala took of the area landmarks. The floor to ceiling windows of the party room facing Lake Hollow, are edged by burgundy brocade curtains. I didn’t tell many people about the party, wanting it to feel personal. Just a few people he grew up with, his brother’s family, Ceily and Keenan, the guys, Skip, Nat, Mitch. In total there are thirty of us, drinking some champagne, listening to Romantic Ruin songs while I just keep finding myself getting antsy.
The real party begins when everyone leaves, and we go back to Grady’s suite. Where the gift bag awaits.
“Thank you for this.” Leaning towards my ear from behind me, Grady’s rich, woody smelling cologne and that sexy voice adds fuel to the fire building inside of me.
The night is spent watching as Wilder circles away from Grady, looks exchanged but no words. The sexual tension is strong, when we all share looks, I just want to grab each of them, pull them into the suite bedroom, from there anything goes.
Glancing down at my half empty glass of champagne, I second guess my outfit pick. When I arrived tonight, Mitchell asked if my experiment was over. Realizing I’ve stopped wearing mom’s costumes and wigs, speaking in accents as much. It wasn’t a conscious choice. That ornery rebel in me wanted to leave, go back to the cabin only to return in the most outrageous costume, garish wig, speaking with a strong accent. But… how performative was it, was I really figuring myself out or hiding? Escaping me?
Even if Mitchell's question wasn’t meant to invoke doubts. It did. Mom’s costumes took on a different meaning to me after Skip told me she left me… for good.
While I walk along the picture wall, admiring the aerial shots in sepia tones of the Funpark, the old bridge, Lakeside Park, Skip comes to stand next to me. “Not such a bad place after all, right?”
I’m barely speaking to him. All his accusations are piling up in my head. An impulse to throw the rest of my drink at him stays stifled as I say, “Happy accident.”
The deep breath he takes letting it out slowly tells me just how much we have to work on. Like an apology for all the hurtful words. What was his goal when he told me about mom and Aunt Bo? I tune out when he starts to tell me about his expansion plans, pointing at areas on the picture of the Funpark. He’s delusional if he thinks Gary Marlow will sell to him, when he didn’t to the Gibsons. But that’s Uncle Skip. Slowly, I wander away, as Ceily becomes his next victim.
Lights low in the suite sitting room, I keep repositioning the bag of toys Keenan gave me. I started with an adult film but shut it off when, seconds into it, the busty blonde was being gang banged on a beach by three men. My laughter squeaky thinking about all the sand… in all the crevices. Just no. The television gets shut off.
My bag of goodies goes from the middle of the floor to the coffee table, to the large u-shaped leather sofa, then I put it inside a cabinet to pull it back out. Finally, I plunk it back down on the floor in front of the fireplace, pulling at the straps of my slinky black dress after throwing the gold and black shrug onto a chair. Do I keep my clothes on, or wait naked?
The pulsating need inside me grows with each minute.
All night both Cal and Charlie would pass with small touches, whispered words of love. If they know what I’m up to, they haven’t let on. This could go either way… odds are they may start a fight.
Grady arrives first, so delicious looking in his black dress pants and black button-up, a silver and black chevron tie. Loosening it, he holds his hand out, as he opens our playlist on his phone with the other hand. Spinning me towards him, he tucks me into his chest. “Rem, God… I’ve been waiting for this…” His mouth and tongue undo the string of words I’d formed, making me pant.
By the time all of them are in the suite, I’m a hot and bothered mess. Who could blame me? Cal lounges on the center of the sofa, his dark blue dress shirt half undone, a lazy smile on his face, “I might’ve had one glass of champagne too many.”
Charlie sits near the suite door, his arm on the back of the sofa, his eyes tracking my movements. “What’s in the bag, sweetheart?” He nods to the floor where it gets everyone’s attention.
Wilder is on the opposite corner of the sofa from Charlie. He arrived fresh from a shower, the smell of his spicy amber cologne intoxicating as he sits with his ankle propped on his knee, wearing the same black dress pants and white shirt as earlier. The tie is gone. Tilting his head at me, he asks, “Is this about your bucket list?”
No. But I’m willing to add an addendum. There are some fun looking things in that bag of wonder.
“Charlie, did you finally add a song to the Pillow Biters list?”
He bites his thumb. “Of course. Let me put it on.” As he strides my way, ‘ The Big Bang ’ by Rock Mafia plays. He’s got some moves, as he dances closer to me, I sidle up to him. He sings the words under his breath to me, kissing my shoulder. My decision to pull the dress off is widely appreciated as Cal whistles lowly, Grady runs his hand down my back while Wilder sits forward on the sofa.
They’re all entirely too dressed for my liking. I unbutton Charlie’s shirt, kissing the bird I drew over his heart a couple days ago. Our mouths tangle, as we sway to the next song on the list. My heart is running amok.
Grady pulls me his way, from Charlie. Instead of fussing about it, Charlie sits back down. As I work to remove Grady’s shirt, I whisper in his ear, “Is this okay, in front of everyone?”
In response, he winks. “More than.”
I tell him I want his pants off too. He obliges.
Enraptured by what I’m seeing, I don’t realize that Wilder has moved to stand behind me. I hear him whisper as he bends in towards my ear, “What are you up to, James?”
It’s now or never. I don’t answer him, still looking at Grady, my bra and underwear come off. Naked between these two, my legs shake ever so slightly. Thoughts about the toys have fled. I just want them both, but having all four… I’d combust, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Charlie speaks up first, “Ahh, no. I’m out.” His words as he passes me, grabbing my hand, “We’re going to find a baseball game on in the bedroom.” Cal staggers slightly while standing.
Frowning at Wilder, Cal turns to me. “When you get bored with watching them fuck or fight, whichever one they decide on. Grab that bag and come find us.”
The click of the bedroom door is heard, as I see Wilder toss his pants on the sofa. Closer to my back, I feel his erection. Grady takes everything off. Running my hand over his abs, I remember well how our bodies feel together. The perfect soreness I felt for days after we ravaged each other. I run my hand over his thick seven inches. “It’s in beast mode.” Loads of veins mean he’s hard as a damn rock.
Wilder’s breathing picks up, he leans closer, swearing under his breath, “Fuck, damn, holy fuck.”
Placing his hands under my buttocks, Grady pulls me up, my legs wrap around his waist. My arms around his neck. I grind against his weeping dick.
Wilder throws the condoms from the bag over my shoulder where it lands in between our bodies. “Suit up,” he calls out with a chuckle.
There’s a devilish twinkle in Wilder’s eyes, when I glance back to see him in his boxers, arms crossed. The bag has tipped, I toe a bottle of lube back in.
Looking between the two of them, I know I’ll have to instigate anything that happens. Oh, the pressure. I gladly accept, call it a service. I snort to myself.
“Wilder? Get naked,” I order him.
He raises an eyebrow. “Then what?”
Does he have a mission in life to be difficult?
“Do it and find out,” Grady challenges. I run my hand up his chest causing his dick to twitch.
Then nothing. We’re in some showdown with Wilder. I’m about ready to tear his underwear off, when he rolls his eyes taking them off.
My eyes widen, Grady coughs.
“Well, hey there, I damn near fainted. You really need to warn a girl first, before you go unleashing that.” Grady laughs behind me. But… shoot. Wilder’s a healthy, girthy good ten inches. I never would’ve guessed. Does he fold it up? What the ever-loving fuck nuggets?
Inserting that monster will require some warmup.
He’s not making a move in our direction. Restless, I roll a condom on Grady. My pussy an achy, greedy bitch. While I look over my shoulder to see what Wilder is doing, Grady’s picked up the bag pulling out the strap on for the two-sided dildo.
Wilder rubs his hands through his hair, like he’s the one being kept waiting. No flagging as his cock bobs in the air.
Letting it out in a huff, I ask, “Wilder… what do you want to do to Grady?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Besides fuck… him up?”
“Stop it. What do you want to do to Grady’s body?”
Sucking in a breath, Grady wraps his arms around me from behind, intent on listening to Wilder.
A hand loosely cups one of his balls, tracing the length of his dick, Wilder bites his lip. “I want to bend him over and fuck that muscular ass until I’m dripping out of him. Then I want to feed my dick into his mouth, watch as those lips wrap around me to suck me off.”
If my legs were unsteady before… I cling to Grady’s arms. “Mmm… and Grady, what do you want to do to Wilder?” My voice is thready with desire.
He clears his throat. “I want to touch him. Stroke him off, smear this spent load all over you, Remi. Then I want to watch as he begs on his knees for me to fuck him.”
Air is a needed commodity right now.
How are they not pawing each other after those admissions?
But no one moves. Not at all.
“What are you waiting for… you want each other.” I tug at Grady’s arm, but he pulls back.
“No one is fucking me. Especially with that.” He points at Wilder’s erection.
Shaking his head, a laugh of derision in response, Wilder says, “Same. I’ve never been fucked in the ass and it’s not happening tonight.”
Ahh. Two tops, no bottom?
Grady gapes at him. “Yeah, right. I thought you were the ‘experienced’ one?” He makes quotes, rolling his eyes.
“Getting blowjobs from two guys isn’t quite the same thing, fucker.”
I’ve had it. That’s why I grab the bag off the floor where Grady had dropped it. Pulling a few things out, I look at them. “How does this go on?”
The bright purple dildo slides into the strap on harness. Six inches on each side. I’ve never pegged anyone, hell I’ve never seen a strap on. Flushing red I googled what this was, learning the term. That resulted in rubbing one out and taking a long nap.
Because… my curiosity coupled with thoughts of these two. I’ve let my imagination run wild.
My fingers are all fumbly, so I hand it to Grady, arguably the more cooperative of the two, since Wilder has been no contact.
I locate the lube. “Huh. It’s Red-Hot Cinnamon. Does that mean it’ll burn?”
Wilder chuckles. “Does it say ‘warming’?
I shrug as I read the label. “It’s edible?”
Gently, Mr. Rockstar leads me to the sofa, generously applying the lube.
Can’t help myself, I put a dollop on my finger to suck off. Wilder groans from where he’s standing holding his dick loosely staying feet from us.
First, helping me put the strap on over my pussy feeding the rigid length of one side of the dildo in, I arch my back feeling like the slightest bit more will cause me to orgasm.
The full sensation when I stand to adjust myself, makes an achy throb roll through me. I struggle to say, “Who’s first?” I don’t know what I’m doing, a more prepared girlfriend would watch a video, but I was naughty and masturbated instead after seeing pictures of pegging.
Both shake their heads.
Losing all patience, I yell, “Someone is getting fucked in the ass, who’s it going to be?!”
A burst of laughter rings out from the bedroom Cal and Charlie are in, indicating they are actually listening in.
It irritates Grady who turns the volume up on the Pillow biter’s playlist. FMRN comes on, fittingly enough. One of Wilder’s additions. “You’re up… this is your song.” My smile is vaguely evil as I walk his way. Circling my tattooed bad boy with anti-social tendencies, the purple dildo brushes his upper thigh. My breath hitches. Oh, that movement was exquisite.
“On the sofa. Now.” I push at Wilder’s back.
Shocked that he does so without a snarky reply, I look over at Grady who makes an impressed face.
He sits, and I shake my head. “On your knees, with your hands on the back.” I don’t know if a fake dick is making me feel bossy or if being overwrought has brought all my no-nonsense tendencies into sharp focus, but giddyup.
Handing me the bottle of lube, Grady says, “Put it on his asshole, use your finger to get some inside too. It’ll hurt less. In theory.” His laugh is teasing as he slaps Wilder’s ass before stepping back.
He looks over his shoulder at us with a glare. “It better not hurt.”
Somehow, I manage to pop the top of the lube bottle off, cinnamon flavored spooge gets its stickiness all over. Down Wilder’s leg, pooling on the sofa. Oops. “That’s unfortunate,” I say to myself.
Grady helps me position, mostly to keep touching and teasing me, which I approve of highly. His hand wiping through the lube across my asshole. He leans over me. “I’m going to fill you up, fucking you while you fuck him.”
“Hot daaamn,” I wheeze out, my breathing getting erratic.
Carefully, I push past the pucker of Wilder’s asshole, hearing him growl out, “Fuuuuck.”
“Should I stop?” I straighten ready to remove the inch I’d pushed in. The feel of Grady’s dick against my backside. I reach behind me to slow his progress towards filling me full of his cock.
“No. Don’t stop. Just don’t do it snail paced, please.”
Hmm, he asked for it. I rail into him with all my might as Grady’s veiny glory dressed up in his latex and Red-Hot cinnamon lube, presses inside me. Not wanting to come before I’ve even kissed Wilder, I heave out as I slow. “Stop, stop.”
Grady helps me stand, his head resting on my shoulder as breathlessly he asks, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Oh, no, no, no. I want to do something. Stay just like this, Wilder.”
He croaks out, his chest heaving, “Uh, sure.”
Sliding under him, I look up at his gorgeous face, “I just fucked you and we’ve never even kissed. That’s messed up, buddy.” A beautiful smile spreads across his face.
“C’mere…” He hooks a finger under my chin, “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” Swirling his tongue in my mouth, he moves his hands to hold my head. I don’t want to come up for air.
God, if you take me right now, I can die in bliss.
Grady watches from behind us, when I finally break away from the kiss, I wink at him. Sliding lower, I take Wilder’s behemoth of a dick in my hand, licking up to the head, sucking, licking his tip while stroking him until he releases. Grady’s hand rests on Wilder’s ass, as I work him over. It doesn’t take long before jets of Wilder’s cum spray my chest. His groans making me feel needier.
Tumbling over next to me on the couch, panting and sweating, reeking of cinnamon and musk, Wilder and I share a look. It’s Grady’s turn for some fun.
I pull him down on the other side of me.
“Ready, Mr. Rockstar?” I ask him, blinking sweetly, feeling like a smitten kitten.
“Not in the same position.” He pulls me to my feet. Moving to the chair by the fireplace, he takes a seat then opens his legs wide, holding his ball sack up, sliding forward. Missionary? I like it.
As I slowly walk to the bag of goodies, ‘ You shook me all night long’ starts on the playlist, I hear Cal call out, “Hey this is my motherfucking song!” Wailing the lyrics at the top of his lungs he adds, “You can’t fuck to my song!”
I unearth some more promising little toys from the bag. A pair of vibrating nipple clamps, controlled by a remote, more lube… coconut flavored. We’re going to need a shower so badly, a cock ring, and a tingling gel for my clit. Fun, fun, fun.
Wilder sits across from us, watching.
Why can’t he just give in? Grady needs that reassurance and so do I. A show of trust that he can give himself fully to us. I climb on Grady’s lap, his hands caressing my sides, his mouth on mine. Those heady moans of his, I lose all space and time.
Turns out watching compels Wilder to move closer. By the time, I’m pulling a new condom and lube on the dildo, Wilder is pressing in behind me. “You’re fucking killing me, James.”
“Same, totally the same,” I answer him, kissing him on the cheek.
We don’t last long. The movement in this position is too intense, and Grady was rocking against me when I wasn’t even halfway inside him. Stroking his dick, the eruption of his cum hits both of us. I lick his chest, a mix of semen, coconut, and cinnamon. It’s oddly sensual. My eyes roll back, as Wilder licks up my spine at the same time.
I’m about done skirting their burning tension. “If one of you doesn’t give in, I’m going to lose my mind.”
The baseball game must suck, because even with loud music, Cal and Charlie must still be paying too much attention. “Just fuck already, goddamnit. Then give us our girlfriend back!” Cal yells hoarsely.
Coming back from the suite bathroom, Wilder pulls me out of Grady’s lap. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Aftercare if you will?” Mmmm.
“Yes, sirree, I’m smelling super right now.”
Standing on the stone tiles of the bathroom on the towel Wilder dropped because the floor is cold, Grady cleans me up. Wilder puts my hair up, placing a kiss on my neck with a little nip.
Just when I’d lost all hope that they’d turn to each other in passion, we return to the sofa, I’m cleaning up the toys that rolled out of the bag. A moan breaks free when I look back, Grady’s pinned Wilder back against the couch. We’re all still naked, Wilder’s hardening dick rubs against Grady’s thigh.
I’m thinking about inching away to the bedroom to give them privacy, but Wilder looks over at me. “Don’t leave.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I don’t want to interfere, so I kneel on the floor in front of them. Their shared gasping breaths as they grope each other, Grady pulls Wilder onto him, his legs straddling those muscular thighs.
Spitting in his hand, Grady runs his hand over Wilder’s dick, his voice sultry when he says, “You feel even better than I thought you would. Fucking unbelievably good.”
Wilder’s hand reaches back to me. “Remi…”
Kissing Wilder while he’s jerked off by Grady, I start to feel like I need them… both of them again. So much for cleanup.
Laying me onto the sofa, Wilder crawls on me from Grady’s lap. “Do you think you could take me?” His mouth is sucking on one of my nipples, his finger swiping over my clit. “Lots of lube?”
Grady kisses Wilder’s shoulder. “And you? Lots of lube… plus I think it was my party tonight. I should get the honor of being the first in your ass, right?”
I hold that honor, thank you very much, but I know what he means.
Startled, Wilder looks at him. “Is there a line for my ass or something? Who else is looking to fuck me?”
From the bedroom we hear in tandem, “Not us!”
My composure is gone when I start to laugh, I’m shaking so hard with laughter, I start to fall off the couch.
I opt for watching them come together first. Sitting next to each other, gripping one another like they’re both afraid the other will take off, they make out with fiery passion.
Reclining onto the oversized u-shaped couch side by side, Wilder grips their dicks together stroking them. “Fuuucck. This has played out in my head thousands of times,” his voice rasps out.
I can’t keep my hands to myself, as they run over both their heads as they break away from one another breathlessly from kissing. Grady says in a ragged whisper, “It was my party and I’m fucking you.”
It’s an overstatement to say that Wilder gives in, because his movements are measured. His hand grabs Grady’s jaw holding him against the back of the couch, he nips at the tender skin on his neck near his ear. “Are you clean?”
It takes several seconds for him to grasp what he’s asking him. “Y-yes… you want me raw, huh?”
Grady lubes up with my enthusiastic help, teasing at Wilder’s ass, until his hand is shoved away and Wilder feeds his rigid cock into him, his body tensing. “Motherfucking…” His head tilts back, eyes closing. “I want to fucking feel you cum…”
They’re gorgeous to watch, I can’t tear my eyes away as they move side by side, Wilder holding Grady back against the couch. The impassioned words whispered between them, “… didn’t know I needed this…” “Fuck, God… you feel fucking amazing” “Damn… that sound, fuck do that again..”