Chapter Two

 

An hour later they were all awake again.

“Can we go swimming now? The hottest part of the day has passed and it’s a couple of hours since we ate,” asked Imogen.

“That stuff about not swimming after eating is an old wives’ tale. It was disproved in the 1960s.”

“Really? I never knew that,” she replied.

Gage shot her a piercing look, but it was Liam who answered the first part of her question. “When we walked past the pool with the beach I saw it has beach umbrellas, so we could go there.”

They bustled around slathering on sunscreen, dressing in swimwear and collecting hats, towels and sunglasses. Imogen made the bed neatly before getting fully dressed again over her black one-piece bathers.

Gage watched her make the bed but said nothing and made no move to help her.

They took a short cut through the middle of the resort to get to the pool with the beach and saw the pathway to the labyrinth. “Oh, we must try that out,” said Imogen.

“What on earth for? You just walk around in a circle to get to the middle. It’s stupid,” replied Gage.

Imogen heaved a sigh of relief when they got to the beach/pool and both men were happy there. It was a man-made, lagoon-shaped pool with sand and beach chairs at one end and a gently shelving bottom. A few yards into the pool it widened out and became a lot deeper, making it perfect for swimming. At the far end was a rock wall with a waterfall and lots of lush green plants.

A small child was busily engaged building a sandcastle under the watchful eye of her mama, and a couple of teenage boys were clambering over the rocks near the waterfall, but apart from them the area was deserted.

Imogen undressed, folded her clothes into a neat pile on a chair, placed her sandals tidily side by side under the chair, then waded into the water.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful. So cool and orderly and contained on the outside, yet downright fiery in bed.”

“With the operative word being ‘fuck’?” suggested Gage.

“Hell yeah. She just has to walk into a room for my cock to be standing up begging. Her hazel eyes are so serious and all that long, dark hair is so tightly tied up. It makes me want to let her hair down and fuck her blind just to see what she’ll do.”

“Her ass was so hot and tight. I nearly came the moment I entered it. Damn! I should have put some gel in her before we went to sleep. I don’t want her to be sore after the wonderful fuck she gave us.”

“We’ll do that when we finish here. We could massage her all over. Take her hair down— Fuck, we have to stop talking about her, or I’ll come in my pants.”

“Come on, let’s swim.”

****

Imogen swam up and down the lagoon, enjoying the contrasts of the hot sun and cool water. This pool wasn’t really meant for swimming laps though. The third pool, near the labyrinth, was the traditional oblong shape so she supposed that was the one for serious swimmers. This one was aesthetically pleasing and demonstrated the idea of resort life being for enjoyment. After a while she rolled over and floated on her back, closing her eyes and relaxing in the beauty and peace of her surroundings.

Someone grabbed one of her feet and tried to pull her underwater, but she easily somersaulted away from them, coming up a few yards away to see Liam looking all around him, obviously wondering where she’d gone.

She dived underwater and dropped to the bottom then breaststroked silently around Liam and grabbed his feet from under him. He went down with a huge splash as she once again glided away underwater, eventually coming up near the waterfall.

Both men swam after her this time but she easily evaded them, swimming silently underwater and surfacing where least expected.

Finally Gage grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “Damn, woman, you’re as slippery as an eel. Where did you learn to swim like that?”

“At school. My father didn’t want me playing sports where we had to run around outside and get our shoes all muddy. Swimming seemed a much smarter option. Besides, I like swimming.”

“And you’re good at it. But it’s time to get Liam out of the sun before his sunblock wears off.”

They walked out of the pool and settled on beach chairs, Liam under the shade of the umbrella, and with his hat and his long-sleeved shirt back on, and his towel draped over his legs, Gage and Imogen in the sunshine.

****

They talked idly for half an hour, touching on topics from politics to celebrities to the weather, then Imogen stood up, hung her towel neatly over the back of her chair, and walked into the water for another swim.

“Have you noticed she always does that?”

“Huh? Does what?”

“Leaves everything neat. She folded the quilt when she took it off the bed. She folded all the towels after our shower despite being so tired she could scarcely stand up. Look at her clothes, then look at mine.” Gage pointed to the chair with Imogen’s neat little pile of clothing, and then at his things thrown carelessly on the sand.

“Hmm. She said her father hated her shoes getting all muddy, not that she hated getting muddy. Yeah, that is interesting, and no, I hadn’t really noticed.”

“I suspect our Imogen is a neat freak because her father was a neat freak.”

“Yeah, could be. I like the way you said ‘our Imogen’. She is ours. At least, I want her to be ours.”

“Oh, she’s ours all right. But she may not know it yet,” Gage said firmly.

****

After much discussion they decided to eat in the restaurant that evening, so Imogen ironed a dress for herself and a shirt for each of the men.

“But it’s fine as it is,” argued Liam.

“I can see creases in it,” Imogen replied and would not be swayed from her task.

After dinner they wandered through the main building, looking in the gymnasium, the weights room, the sauna and a small cinema. Outside the cinema they read the list of movies and thought they might visit later in the week. Then they spent quite a while wandering around some of the gardens before returning to their cabin.

****

“Is your ass sore?” Liam asked Imogen.

“Not sore, the gel you put in it after our swim took the heat away, but I don’t think I’m ready for another round of anal just yet. But other kinds of sex, I’m more than ready to play. I just have to look at you two to get hot.”

“We brought some massage oils with us. I want to massage you all over, make you really, really hot, then we thought we could maybe fuck like we did the very first time, with me in the middle.”

“Oh God yes, that was so erotic. I could feel every stroke of Gage pounding into you as well as you in me. Talk about torrid.” Imogen fanned herself and grinned at the two men.

“Well, let’s get nekkid, then,” urged Liam.

Imogen looked across at Gage to find he was already almost undressed, a pile of clothes on the floor beside him and the quilt pulled off the bed and dropped onto the sofa.

Shrugging she started to take off her dress.

“Undo your hair too, I want to play with it,” added Liam.

Imogen nodded.

Gage went into the bathroom and returned with a handful of bottles of oils and lotions, then swept Imogen off her feet and dropped her onto the bed.

“I think we’ll do your back first, so lie on your front.”

Obediently she rolled over, grabbing her hair and dropping it on the pillow beside her so it was out of their way.

Liam sat cross-legged beside her, a tube of cream in his hands. He poured a blob onto one palm and the scent of coconut drifted into the air.

“Hmm, very vacation-y,” murmured Imogen.

“I thought you might like it.” He smoothed it across her shoulders, down her shoulder blades and onto her back. Imogen heard the cap pop off the tube again, and then a cool swirl of cream was drizzled down her spine.

She shivered in anticipation as his hands again roamed across her back, smoothing the milky cream up her sides and down to the base of her spine.

A second set of hands joined in rubbing cream up one leg, then down to her ankle, smoothing the moist lotion into her heel and between her toes.

“That feels so good.”

“And it will get even better,” said Gage, dropping a blob of coolness onto her ass, then massaging it into her butt cheeks.

With four hands rubbing sweetly scented goodness into her skin, and two men whispering sexy comments into her ears, Imogen was getting very hot. These men aroused her with the slightest look. Liam with his red-brown hair, twinkling blue eyes and snarky humor, and Gage so tall and dark with his take-charge, can-do attitude.

That was why she’d agreed to come on this vacation with them. They were very attractive men, the sex was always excellent, and she enjoyed being in their company. Liam’s snarky humor was always entertaining, and although Gage seemed a bit bossy and overprotective of Liam, and, to a lesser extent, her, both men seemed to genuinely care about her needs and her pleasure. She certainly wanted to please them. The knowledge that her presence and her efforts greatly enhanced their enjoyment was a genuine high for her.

Plus, she really wanted to spend this week with them to check that Gage was not too much like her father—that her life would not have to revolve around his wishes—if she let the relationship deepen. Her life had been so much happier since she’d left her parents’ home and her father’s endless carping.

“Go and brush your hair, Imogen. You look like something the cat dragged in.”

“Im-o-gen. Why have you left your book on your bed instead of on the bookshelf? What do you think the bookshelf is for, girl?”

Imogen was jerked from the past into the present with the pressure of four hands urging her to turn onto her back. Their gentle massaging had her completely relaxed and yet at the same time she was very aroused. Simply focusing on their touch had her hormones revving.

At least now that she was on her back she could look at their delectable bodies. Liam’s shoulders so broad, his arms and legs strongly muscled, his chest a wall of defined muscles. Gage longer and leaner, his body rangy, but like a swimmer or runner he had long muscles and a lean, wiry strength. His skin was darkly tanned, his hair black and his eyes a deep brown, almost black. His chest had a covering of black curls that led in a trail down to his cock. A cock that right now was standing up and begging at her, the head already darkening to deep red.

Imogen switched her gaze to Liam’s penis. It too was engorged and thick, the big blue vein throbbing very visibly through his fair skin, and his cap a purplish shade speaking of his need to come.

Suddenly Imogen forgot all about her past and why she was here. All she wanted to do was suck those cocks. Liam’s was closer. She reached toward him with both hands and stroked his erection, tugging on his hips to bring him closer to her mouth.

Groaning, Liam kneeled up and inched forward so his cock was right beside her mouth. She opened wide and sucked just the head inside, loving the salty-tart taste of him, running her tongue into the little slit to enjoy the full, rich flavor of his cum.

One hand cupped his balls and the other stroked his rod, the pads of her fingers pressing on the vein as she moved them up, then down.

“Fuck, that feels good. But this is supposed to be about you, not us.” Regret heavy in his voice, Liam wiggled back, his cock popping out of her mouth.

“But I was enjoying that.”

“Maybe if we tie your hands to the bed, that will keep them off Liam,” suggested Gage, his and Liam’s belts in his hands.

Swiftly the two men grasped her wrists, tied them together, lifted them over her head and used the second belt to tie the first one to the headboard.

“Not fair.”

“Maybe not, but I want to rub some of this cream into your breasts.”

“Guess that means I get her pussy.” Liam wriggled down the bed, lay flat and licked the full length of her slit, then back to circle her clit.

“I thought we were going to fuck?” Even to her own ears Imogen’s voice sounded rather ragged and higher pitched than normal.

“That’ll be the main course. This is just the appetizer. Hmm, your pussy is a delicious appetizer indeed.” Liam thrust his tongue deep inside, running it along the walls of her channel to taste the honey there, more dripping with every word the men spoke.

Meanwhile Gage’s hands were teasing and tormenting her breasts. He began by drizzling the cream across the tops of her breasts and rubbing it down into the warm globes. Then he trailed more cream across her ribs and rubbed it upward and underneath the mounds. Finally he poured the coconut-scented moisturizer into his palms and rubbed them across her aching nipples, causing them to instantly peak and turn into diamond-hard, needy points, aching for his touch.

Round and round he massaged, first the tops of her breasts, then the undersides, then he slid his hands down along her ribs, before returning them to start the pattern again. Always slowly and carefully, never rushing, dragging the process out until her breasts ached with the need to be touched.

Desperately Imogen arched her back, trying to push her breasts into his hands, but he only grinned and began to rub the cream into her hips instead.

Liam had picked up her left leg and was trailing cream up and down her thigh, sliding his hands from her knee up and up, almost to her pussy, but never quite that far.

Frantically Imogen pulled on the restraints, trying to force her body into their hands, but Gage had tied the belts too high to give her enough leverage.

“Dammit, quit teasing me and let me come.”

“Oh not yet. We’re nowhere near done here yet.”

“Besides, the longer you wait the better the orgasm will be when you have it.”

“I don’t care. I want to come now.”

“Soon, sweetie, soon.” Gage stopped rubbing her hips and squeezed a dollop of cream onto her arm.

Imogen sighed and wiggled harder, trying to nudge Liam’s hand closer to her cunt.

“No you don’t, honey. We’re in control here, and I still have another leg to oil yet.”

Imogen took a deep breath and tried to be patient, but she did notice the men sped up their massaging and refrained from teasing her so much.

She watched with eager eyes as they rolled condoms on their cocks—cocks so stiff she knew the men were suffering as much as she was from the waiting.

Liam turned onto his back and hitched his arms under his knees, raising his legs high and wide so Gage could lube his ass. Gage took a dollop of the coconut cream and rubbed it in all around the rim, then squirted lube into Liam’s rectum. As he slid one finger in knuckle-deep, both Imogen and Liam gasped and shuddered at the erotic sight. Imogen could feel more of her own honey dripping from her pussy onto her inner thighs, and she couldn’t drag her gaze away from Gage’s finger pushing into Liam’s ass and twirling around. She could almost feel that finger as if it were inside her own ass, rubbing along the walls, stretching and loosening the tissues. Hell, that’s hot, watching them.

As Gage’s second finger pushed into Liam’s ass, Imogen was panting as hard as Liam, and unconsciously her hips were rotating with the movement of Gage’s hand. Backward and forward his wrist moved as his fingers inside Liam rubbed and stretched and massaged. Backward and forward went Imogen’s hips, matching the movement, cream dripping freely from her cunt, her entire body rocking in response.

Finally, Gage dropped the lube onto the nightstand and leaned over Imogen to untie her wrists. He gave her shoulders a brisk rub, but she was too aroused to worry about anything but getting a cock inside her empty cunt.

She kneeled across Liam, guided his cock into her channel and with a deep, heart-felt groan slid down over his penis. He filled and stretched her in the most delicious way. As soon as he was fully inside her she came. Her muscles clenched him like a vise. Her cunt rippled and spasmed, and she lay over him as she shook.

“Dammit, woman, don’t move or I’ll come too,” gasped Liam, wrapping his arms around her and holding her body still as her inner muscles continued to clench and spasm. After a few moments he rolled them over so Imogen was underneath him and he lay covering her, his weight on his forearms.

Then it was Gage’s turn to groan as he pushed his way into Liam’s ass. His cock popped through the ring of muscles and he pushed in farther until he was balls-deep inside Liam. All three were breathing hard and sweat was slicking Liam’s chest from the double tension of being in Imogen and having Gage inside him.

Liam braced his arms on the bed on either side of Imogen, while Gage held onto Liam’s hips. Imogen grabbed Liam’s shoulders, and Gage and Liam pushed forward together, Gage into Liam, Liam into Imogen.

After just a few thrusts Imogen knew she would be coming again very soon. She could feel everything. Every movement Gage made transferred through Liam and into her. Every push, every twitch of his cock, every swivel of his hips, all were intensified exponentially by being transmitted through Liam. And Liam’s cock was scraping her walls, brushing her G-spot, driving her higher and higher with need.

Her nails dug into Liam’s shoulders as her hips thrust up meeting his. Her pussy muscles clenched tightly on his cock and her nerve endings were on fire with need. She was close, so close to coming.

Gage pistoned into Liam, the force of his thrusts rolling through Imogen as well, driving her higher and higher.

“Can’t hold on any longer,” gasped Liam.

Gage thrust hard once more and ordered, “Come now, Liam. Come now, Imogen.”

Liam drove his cock deep and hard inside Imogen, nudging her cervix. The intense pleasure-pain blasted through her, and Imogen shattered into a million pieces as her climax hit her like a whirlwind. Her toes curled, her arms and legs thrashed, and she felt the heat of Liam coming inside her even through the thin rubber sheath.

Still connected, the three dropped flat onto the bed, the men rolling them all onto their sides as they held tight to each other as the last of the aftershocks raced through them.