Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
KIT
“S top!” Sybil laughs and jumps on the bed. “We need to replenish her fluids.”
I’m still inside Eve, pinning her down with my body. I’m aching to move, to thrust deep inside her, but Sybil makes a good point.
Rolling away, I help Eve to sit up. Sybil gives her a glass filled to the brim with ice water.
“Thanks.” Eve takes a deep drink as Sybil hands one to me.
I chug it down quickly, missing the squeeze of Eve’s body. The vanilla-orange scent of her hair. The sticky-soft press of her skin against mine.
What just happened was fucking magic. Does anyone else here feel it?
“God.” Sybil sits down beside me on the bed, lifting her own glass to drink. “That was epic.”
“No kidding.” Eve chugs more water, looking flushed and so lovely my chest aches.
Once we’ve rehydrated, I gather the glasses and set them aside. “Everyone want to keep going?”
“Yes.” Eve smiles so wide there’s no question of enthusiastic consent.
“Absolutely.” Sybil gives me a coy smile. “Is it my turn to ride Topher Mountain?”
“Ew.” Eve giggles. “It’s bad enough we’ve got ‘enchantments’ and ‘consorts’ and ‘Sexy Seesaws.’ Let’s not make Kit’s dick a carnival ride.”
“Kit?” Sybil tilts her head. “Who’s Kit?”
Eve blanches. “Shit.” She gives me a helpless look. “Topher.”
“It’s fine.” It was bound to happen sooner or later. I glance at Sybil. “Please don’t share that outside this room.”
“My lips are sealed.” She pantomimes zipping her lips shut.
That lasts three seconds.
“Actually, no.” She pretends to unzip them and laughs. “My name’s really Sybil, but I totally respect pseudonyms.”
“I’m really Eve.” She shoots me a remorseful look. “I’m really sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” I brush some damp hair off her cheek. “I like how you say my name.”
“Even if it’s not the right one?”
“It’s right when you say it.”
Sybil does one of those aww sounds people make when they watch sappy movies. “Your secret’s safe with me.” She zips her lips shut again.
“Wait.” She unzips once more with an evil smile. “I still want to suck your cock.”
The organ in question throbs to attention. “Let me get rid of the condom.”
Their giggles trail me to the bathroom. “Give it a good rinse,” Sybil shouts, “so it doesn’t taste like licking a balloon.”
“Gross.” I catch myself grinning in the bathroom mirror. When was the last time sex felt this fun?
I didn’t expect it to be like this, so open and lighthearted. It’s what my battered heart needed, even if I didn’t know when I signed on to come here. To do this study that—admittedly—I could have performed without having sex with anyone.
But what’s the fun in that?
My face smiles back at me in the mirror. Under my breath, I address my reflection. “Turns out you do know how to have fun.”
By the time I return to the bedroom, Sybil and Eve are sitting up kissing. I pause for a moment, watching Eve’s hand squeeze Sybil’s left breast. She’s stroking one rosebud nipple as Sybil cups Eve’s pert little ass.
God, this is hot.
Eve groans softly, then buries her face in Sybil’s breasts. “Always wanted to do this.” She sucks on her nipples as Sybil moans.
“You’re a natural, honey.” She catches me watching and smiles. “Care to join us?”
“Yep.” As I approach the bed, both women crawl on their knees to the edge. Eve gets to me first, catching the base of my dick in her fist. “Let’s both suck him off.”
Sybil grins and pulls her hair over one shoulder. “Excellent suggestion.”
Eve takes me into her mouth, soft lips surrounding me. She suckles the bulb of my head like she’s tasting vanilla gelato. Her tongue curls around me and I groan.
“Fuck.” Threading my fingers through dark, wavy hair, I watch Sybil move into place.
“My turn.” Her talented tongue swirls as Eve holds me steady like a snow cone she’s sharing.
Sybil sucks me to the back of her throat, working me up and down and back out again. Releasing me with an audible pop , she looks up and smiles. “Did you have to fuck Kora to get this job?”
“No.” The question surprises me. “Would it bother you if I did?”
“Not at all. I’d want to hear every last detail.” Sybil smiles at Eve. “You and I have that in common.”
Eve blinks. “What?”
“We both enjoy watching the person we love fuck someone else.”
Eve’s lips part in stunned silence. “We’re not—I mean—I don’t?—”
“Relax,” Sybil says, and goes back to sucking me. “It’s just a figure of speech.”
But I can’t shake the words from my head as the women take turns sucking me off.
Love?
Why would Sybil say that?
Eve and I barely know one another.
Shaking off the barrage of questions, I focus on what’s going down in the moment: two beautiful women driving me wild with their mouths. I can’t take much more without blowing my load, so I step back to drag Eve’s sweet lips from my cock.
“Enough,” I say, catching my breath. “Turn around, Sybil.”
A flush rolls up Eve’s chest as she watches the other woman obey. “I like when you’re bossy,” she whispers.
“Me, too.” Sybil wiggles her ass as I roll on a condom. She looks over her shoulder to watch. “Want to put it in for him, Eve?”
Oh, God. I’m not sure I can handle that.
Biting her lip, Eve grips the base of my cock. “Oh, wow.” She teases the head through Sybil’s slick folds. “You’re so wet.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Sybil arches her back as Eve slides me into the other woman’s slick channel. She teases at first, the same way Sybil did to her.
Then Eve shoves my cock deep inside with one thrust. “Oh,” Sybil gasps, driving her pussy back into me. “God, you’ve got a great cock.”
I grip Sybil’s hips and give her a second to adjust. My gaze swings to Eve and I’m rocked by the intense desire shimmering in her eyes.
Wow. She mouths the word like a secret we’re sharing. I love this.
My chest floods with a feeling I can’t name. “How do you want me to fuck her?”
“Slowly at first.” Lust burns in her eyes as she watches. “Let her get used to you.”
Sybil groans as I draw back to almost pull out. I push in again, feeling her pussy walls grip me. Another soft moan fills the air as I draw back again, thrusting in faster this time.
“Harder.” Sybil grips the comforter in a fist. “Give it to me hard .”
I look to Eve for her approval. This is her show. Her fantasy.
“Fuck her harder, Kit.”
I love how my name sounds on her lips. The flash in her eyes as I pound myself into another woman’s body. There’s a slapping of skin as I drive in again, gritting my teeth to contain my own pleasure. No way am I coming in Sybil.
I want to finish with Eve.
“Can I—” Eve bites her lip as her eyes dart to Sybil’s. “I want to lick you.”
Sybil smiles over her shoulder. “Yes, please.”
I’m ready to roll to a new position, but Eve crawls beneath Sybil’s body. It’s a tight fit at first, and there’s some flailing and even a giggle. Feet tangle with arms as they wiggle and shift and determine whose legs go where.
Then, like a puzzle clicking together, we settle into our spots. Eve’s facing up, underneath Sybil, who’s still on all fours facing away from me. I’m buried inside her with Eve on her back, propped on her elbows peering up under Sybil.
The way we’re all angled, I’m watching Eve’s face as she tips back her head and tentatively licks Sybil’s clit. She’s timid at first, trailing her tongue around where I’m anchored inside her.
“God, yes.” Sybil hisses with pleasure, squeezing me tight as her pussy clamps down. “Right there.”
Eve licks her again, gaining confidence. I’m craning my neck just to see, thrusting slowly into Sybil’s slick channel. I watch, mesmerized, as Eve’s tongue teases. Warm breath brushes my thigh, and I’m caught by a clench in my chest. By the simple beauty of Eve’s dark hair spilling over the bedspread.
Her eyes lift to mine as I withdraw a little and she slowly licks the shaft of my cock. I respond with a long, slow thrust. The tip of her tongue flicks my cock each time I draw back. It’s so fucking hot I nearly come right then.
“Fuck.” Sybil drops to her elbows, spreading Eve’s thighs as she buries her face in her pussy. There’s groaning and gasping as fingers and tongues find their rhythm.
It’s too much to handle. I can’t look at Eve as her tongue paints my shaft. She’s moaning and gasping as I pump into Sybil, fighting like hell not to explode.
I’ll never last like this.
“I’m gonna come.” Sybil slams back on my dick. “ Yessss !”
I yank my brain back from the baseball stats I’ve been running and focus on pounding her hard. She grips the comforter in a fist and cries out. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me .”
Eve gasps beneath her. “Oh my God.”
The arch of her back says she’s coming too, and it’s a fucking miracle I don’t shoot my load. Sybil’s milking my cock as Eve jerks with aftershock twitches.
“Shit.” I pull out and pray I’m not wrecking their climax. There’s no way I’m lasting any longer.
“Oh my God.” Eve rolls away just as Sybil collapses. Their arms tangle up as they roll to their sides and face one another. “How’d I do?”
“You’ve seriously never done that before?” Sybil kisses her sweetly. “You’re a natural.”
Eve looks at me, bashful and beautiful. “You didn’t come?”
Shaking my head, I get rid of the condom. “Waited for you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes round with awe. “Really?”
“Really.” It’s not just because of the service. The enchantment . Whatever. “There’s no place I’d rather come.”
She laughs like I’ve fed her a line. I know how it sounds, and I can’t really blame her for doubting. But honestly?
I ache with the urge to fill her. To pound inside Eve until we explode together. It’s a primal need I couldn’t possibly explain if anyone asked. “Come here.”
Eve crawls to the edge of the bed and smiles. “Where do you want me?”
“Kiss me first.” I pull her to me, lips claiming hers with a hunger that seems to surprise us both. She tastes like pussy and Eve, sweet Eve. I could totally do this forever.
Not forever. I don’t mean it like that.
But fuck, it feels good. Her hands grip my shoulders as I break the kiss. I look deep in Eve’s eyes. “That was hands down the sexiest thing ever.”
“Right?” She draws in a shaky breath. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
Sex. That’s all she means. All this could ever mean.
I feel myself nodding along. “Me neither.”
Eve licks her lips. “What’s next?”
For the tiniest flash of a second, I think she means us. A relationship or something, I don’t know.
I don’t hate the thought.
“Positions, you mean.” I know she’s not talking about a future together. “What do you want?”
Eve bites her lip. “I want what you said. Come inside me, Kit.”
“Gladly.” Catching her thigh, I lay her back with her beautiful legs spread at the edge of the mattress. She watches me roll on a new condom, then draw her heels to my shoulders. My cock twitches, eager to be inside her.
The angle’s off just a little, but Sybil sees where I’m going.
“Try this.” She hands me a pillow and I wedge it beneath Eve’s hips.
Better.
Gripping Eve’s thighs, I look deep in her eyes. She gives me a smile I feel deep down in my gut. “I love how you look at me.”
“How’s that?”
“Like you see me.” The faintest blush stains her cheeks. “Forget I said that. How dorky.”
“Not dorky. You’re right.” I’m poised at her entrance, aching to plunge deep inside her. “I do see you, Eve. How beautiful you are. How well you know your own body. It’s fucking magnificent to witness.”
Sybil stays silent, seeing this moment for what it is. Something outside the resort’s menu of services.
Holding Eve’s gaze, I guide myself into the vise of her sex. Her eyes start to flutter, but she forces them open. It’s like we don’t want to break our connection.
“Jesus.” I slide all the way in, engulfed in the heat of her body. Her thighs start to quiver, but I hold them steady. “God, you feel incredible.”
“So do you.” She gasps as I draw back and slide in again. As I shift the angle, her eyes go wide.
“Oh,” she gasps, biting her lip as she skims a hand down her belly. Fingertips tease her swollen clit for just a few strokes.
Sybil moves. “Allow me.”
“I’ve got it.” I don’t break eye contact as my thumb settles over her swollen bud. My heart fills to bursting as she moans. “You like that?”
“Yes.” She gasps as I rub that tight button. “Right there, Kit.”
I drive in harder, working her clit with the pad of my thumb. Sybil joins in, squeezing Eve’s breasts as I pick up the tempo. She strokes back a damp shock of hair from Eve’s eyes, her delicate fingers toying with Eve’s nipples as she tells her she’s beautiful, sexy, perfect.
She fucking is.
Eve and I still haven’t broken eye contact. Barely to blink and not even when something inside her squeezes so tight I groan.
“Eve. Eve .” I’m chanting her name like a mantra. Like a song I suddenly know by heart, even though I’ve never heard it before.
Where is this coming from?
“Oh, God. Kit !”
I know all her signs. The quake in her thighs. The sudden sharp arch in her back. The soft little intake of breath just before she cries out.
“ Yes !” Squeezing her eyes shut, Eve tumbles over the edge. Her hands clutch the bedspread as my thumb rolls her clit and I fuck her as hard as I can.
“Christ.” I let out a roar, not caring who hears me. Not caring if Sybil or anyone else sees that what’s happening goes so far beyond just a job.
The orgasm grabs me in hot, hungry claws and pulls me into the chasm. I’m coming so hard I see spots, but still, I keep pumping. Keep wringing every last ounce of pleasure I can get from this moment.
From Eve.
When it’s over, I pull out of her slowly. Get rid of the condom, and crawl up her body, kissing each inch as I go. I’m whispering things that don’t even make sense until my mouth finds hers and we kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
It goes on forever, this connection I can’t quite explain. I’m not sure who draws back first. Maybe it’s me as Sybil slips off the bed.
“I’ll give you guys a minute.” Her knowing smile should probably serve as a warning. “That was something.”
Something, all right.
Something amazing.
Something magical.
Something so out-of-this-world fantastic that I can’t stop kissing Eve’s neck.
Something that scares me more than a little.
* * *
Another hour passes and Sybil, Eve, and I order a room service pizza. We don’t bother putting on clothes. We lounge on the sun-dappled patio, watching the ocean as we talk and joke and lick sauce from each other’s fingers.
There’s another hot session after that. More giggling and kissing and learning how each of us loves to be touched.
“I’ve blocked us both out for the rest of the evening,” Sybil tells me between rounds two and three. “Kora says hi.”
“Hi, Kora.” Eve laughs and pulls me back down on the bed.
Eventually, we wear ourselves out. Sybil texts Kora an update while Eve checks her phone. I half expect her to ask us to sleep over, but she darts a tense look at her laptop. “I hate to break up this party,” she says, “but there’s a small crisis to deal with at work.”
“No problem.” I bend down to kiss her as I fasten my pants. “Good luck with everything.”
“Thanks.” A meaningful look passes between us. “This was amazing.”
Stepping close so it’s just the two of us, I nuzzle her ear so I can murmur my question in secret. “Was it what you hoped for?”
“Better.” She blushes, which slays me. After everything we’ve done, the fact that she’s shy endears her to me even more. “I didn’t know sex could be that fun.”
“Same.”
Eve searches my eyes like she’s not sure I’m telling the truth. “You can tell me if I’m taking up too much of your schedule.”
“No such thing.” I brush the hair back from her face. “This is as awesome for me as it is for you. Trust me.”
“Okay,” she says softly. “I do.”
Sybil says her goodbyes, kissing Eve softly and whispering something in her ear.
Then she and I walk out together, strolling side by side beneath a velvet sky speckled with stars. Sybil pulls on a light sweater, dragging her sex-rumpled curls through the neck hole. Her steps are soft as laughter rings down from one of the rooms. Ocean breeze brushes our bare legs like feathers.
“That was fantastic.” Sybil yawns as we walk. “I love my job, but enchantments like that make me really love it.”
“How do you mean?” I don’t have much point of reference as a new consort.
She glances at me with a curious smile. “You feel it, right?”
“Feel what?”
“Whatever’s between you and Eve.” She studies my face like I might be a little bit slow. “It’s way more than chemistry. Trust me, I know the difference.”
“No.” That can’t possibly be true. I consider her words as I study the sea, watching the fishing boats bob. “She’s emotionally raw from her breakup. She’s told me herself there’s no way she wants anything serious.”
“Who said anything about serious?”
Dragging my gaze off the ocean, I give her my full attention. “Even if there were something between Eve and me…” My heart pinches tight at those words. “We want completely different things. I like the idea of getting married someday. Having a house, a dog, maybe even a kid or two.” A self-deprecating laugh slips out. “The ol’ white picket fence fantasy.”
“And Eve doesn’t want that?”
“Definitely not.” I choke on a laugh. “She’s sworn off commitment forever.”
“Makes sense, the way she’s been burned by her ex.” She pauses a moment, like she’s deciding whether to say something. “You know, relationships look different for everyone.”
I know this, of course. I’ve written fucking papers about human sexual connection.
But somehow I sense Sybil knows more than I do. “How do you mean?”
“I mean there’s not just one way to be happy. To find middle ground with someone who’s right for you.”
“You’re talking about you and Kora?”
“I’m talking about relationships in general. Deciding to build a life with someone. There’s not just one prescribed way to do that. People who know they belong together get to decide for themselves what that looks like.”
“It’s a nice idea.” A little too simple for my taste. Or maybe I’m being a pompous ass. “There are certain societal expectations of?—”
“Oh, please.” Sybil staggers, pretending to wretch in the bushes.
I laugh in spite of myself. “Dramatic much?”
She straightens and takes a small bow. “Do I strike you as someone who gives a shit about societal expectations?” Not waiting for an answer, she plucks a bright bloom off the bush she pretended to puke in. “Kora’s favorite,” she explains, and we keep walking. “I’m serious, Topher. What’s that expression I’m thinking of? ‘Begin as you mean to go on’—something like that.”
“Charles H. Spurgeon. A Baptist preacher in the eighteen hundreds.” I think about Eve and her stepdad and the Baptist deacons. “What about it?”
“It’s a great quote.” Sybil holds the blossom to her chest. “I think about it a lot. I’m not saying Kora and I have it all figured out. We drive each other nuts sometimes. But we started our relationship from a place of mutual pleasure and respect. From the very beginning, we agreed on the parameters of our relationship. What we both wanted and didn’t want. Having that framework—that structure for shared happiness—it’s what keeps us going when things get tricky.”
“That makes sense.” I’m not sure why she’s telling me this, though.
She tips her face up and stops walking. “All I’m saying,” she says, “is that meeting the person you’re meant to be with at a transitional point in your lives isn’t a deal breaker. In a way, it’s a chance to forge your own path forward together.”
“Thank you,” I tell her, though I’m not sure I agree. “You’re very insightful.”
“So I’m told.” Smiling, she tips her head toward a quaint little bungalow at the edge of the beach. “This is me.”
I study the house in its bright pool of moonlight. There’s a tidy front porch with two beach towels draped over the railing. Hot pink hibiscus in pretty clay pots line both sides of the steps. A black metal railing extends toward the back where a wide balcony curves out over the sea.
She catches me looking and smiles. “Not a white picket fence, but close.”
Smiling, I lean down to kiss her cheek. “Good night, Sybil. Thank you for today.”
“It was an honor.” She smiles. “I mean it.”
“Kora’s a lucky woman.” I wave to my manager, who stands in the window washing a glass at the sink. She waves back, then blows a kiss to her wife.
“Take care.” I take a step back.
“Good night, Topher .” Sybil winks as she says it, then skips up the steps and into the house.
Just as I turn to walk back to my room, I see her wrap Kora in a warm, solid hug. The two women embrace for a really long time, then pull back with their arms still entwined. They’re inches apart, speaking with bright, upturned faces. Their connection’s so clear even I can feel it.
Well.
Time to retire for the night.
The walk to my room takes less than five minutes. Tossing my key in the bowl by the door, I check my phone. A long string of notifications lights up the screen.
Missed call: Camille
Missed call: Camille
Missed call: Camille
That’s followed by a ridiculously long chain of texts.
Camille: Call me when you get a chance. It’s important.
Camille: Not an emergency.
Camille: Important, but not life-threatening.
Camille: I don’t want you to worry, but I do want you to call.
Camille: Soon but not like while you’re on the toilet or getting ready for bed. No one’s dying.
Camille: Or sick.
Camille: Or upset with you.
Camille: Call me.
There’s also a bunch of emojis I can’t begin to interpret. What the hell does a megaphone mean? And a thumbtack? Hell if I know.
I set down the phone, vowing to call her tomorrow. I desperately need a shower. Today was amazing, and I’d like to just bask for a while.
Once I’m showered and dressed in a clean pair of boxers, I take thirty minutes to compile a few notes on today’s interaction. Not the threesome so much as my observations on sex work and Sybil’s role in the enchantment.
Seeing her work up close, I have a new appreciation for her role at Crystal Bliss. For everyone’s roles, from the guy making cocktails to the spa services director to the consorts who help jilted brides find joy in the wake of disaster.
It sounds melodramatic, but this is important work. Meaningful work.
I wasn’t expecting that.
There’s still plenty to do before I assemble my report, but I fire off a few notes to Ashton Holyfield. Then I close up my laptop, crawl under the covers, and lie there listening to the hum of the air conditioner. To the soft shush of waves rolling over soft sand.
In the back of my mind, I’m hearing the echo of Eve’s laugh. Seeing her face fill with pleasure as I twisted her into some ridiculous position just to watch her dissolve into giggles.
I fall asleep thinking of white picket fences. Of blossoms in vases and shared private jokes. Of bedtime kisses and couch snuggles with a Cocker Spaniel.
I fall asleep thinking of Eve.