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  We spent most of the night watching her sleep. I couldn’t keep my hands off her body. I love the feel of her skin, especially her breasts. They fit so perfectly in my hands. Thank fuck, Beau has never been the jealous type and didn’t mind me having my way with feeling her up. Unable to stop myself, I reach over to touch her now.

  “Hi.” Her voice is deep from sleep. No longer in her sex coma, my touch has awakened her.

  “Morning.”

  My God, she is even more beautiful in the morning light. The sun is catching her eyes and putting a glow on her hair. Breathtaking. She smiles at me, then tilts her head up giving me a kiss on the lips. It was meant to be a quick hello, but too eager to return the favor, I kiss her like I’m suffocating and she’s my only air supply. Her lips are so damn soft that I can’t get enough. She reaches her hand behind my head, pulling me in closer, taking possession of me, and allowing me to do the same. My tongue slips in her mouth to taste her, eliciting a moan from her. I grab her back, turning her more into me. She moves willingly, running her leg up against mine before draping it over my waist. Her heel is on my bare ass, pushing me into her. Fuck, she is so hot. Her soft skin is up against my now rock-hard dick, brushing against it. I shift into her, giving her what she wants.

  She is open to me and the tip of my dick is at her core. She’s wet and I want to be buried in her. She scoots her hips, bringing herself into me and I grab her by the ass ready to slip him in, condom be damned. The sudden movement of our near fuck, wakes Beau. Shit, I forgot about him. She slides away from me and bites her bottom lip in guilt. Beau did not approve that impromptu kiss, let alone the sex we nearly got caught up in doing without him.

  “Morning.” The poor bastard says to us, rubbing his hand over his face, unaware of what he nearly woke up to see. I watch Beth kiss him and I feel a twinge of jealousy. The asshole just cockblocked me and now he gets to kiss her. “We need to get out of here, Honeybunch.” He picks up his phone from the nightstand to check the time. “Kimberly is expecting us.”

  “Okay.” She says, following him out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed.

  ****

  He has a pep in his step, but I don’t give a shit about why. I’m too busy watching her hips sway as she goes and my hard-on turns painful at the sight of her tight ass. Perfection. What I wouldn’t give to spank it until it turns a lovely shade of pink. Maybe one to match her nipples. I curse for no damn good reason getting out of bed. I just had what could only be described as the fuck of my life minus Beau, so why am I not elated? Because the fucker got involved last night.

  I was so pissed at her for calling him over. I wanted to punish her, so I took it out on her pussy. Little did I know she would love it. Damn, I need to have her again. Last night was not enough. It was nowhere near enough of her to satisfy me. I need to get her away from Beau. Cursing myself for the thought of betraying my friend, I slip on the slacks I discarded last night. Her juices from where she was grinding me at the restaurant are now a dried white stain at the crotch.

  ****

  Beth’s heels are clicking on my Italian floor from her practically bouncing in step next to Beau. I walk behind them as they go hand in hand to the elevator and I punch the button a little too hard, pissed at the intimacy between them.

  “Already called Uber.” Beau tells me when I grab for my keys. “Thanks a lot for finally doing this for us, bro.” I just nod, stepping out of the way of the elevator. Like I had a fucking choice. There is no way in hell I could have lived without answering the siren call that was Beth last night. I look at her as she smiles at him with eyes full of love, and I want her. I want her to be mine. I want her to be standing next to me looking at me like that while we are saying goodbye to him. But I sure as hell wouldn’t have let him fuck her.

  She would be mine and all mine. I would own that body. She wouldn’t need anyone else. I would fuck her anyway and every way she could imagine. I would have her so tied up in kink, her goddamn head would explode. She would go weeks not being able to walk straight only for me to fuck her funny again. Maybe we could get together if she and Beau…

  Back off Lowe. Back the fuck off. She is Beau’s girl. You remember Beau? The guy you grew up with, who has been your closest friend since the two of you were kids. The guy who had been going on and on about his girl to you for months before you met her. The guy who you know loves his girl and is willing to do anything to make her happy. She is off limits. That is what she is now and that is what she always will be: Off Limits.

  All that being understood, I still watch her, trying to clear her out of my mind. If I could get something more from her. A sign that last night wasn’t just a fuck for her like the three of us all thought it would be, but to my disappointment, she is giving me nothing. There is nothing that it meant anything more to her, so I resolve myself in letting her go.

  Maybe it wasn’t as good for her as I thought it was. Maybe I’m a prick for even thinking this type of shit about her. No, I’m definitely a prick for thinking this type of shit about her. Don’t kid yourself, Isle.

  Just when I’m nearly successful in giving up hope of ever having her again, just when I’m content with going back to bed to lick my wounds and stroke my ego, she turns to me and like a greedy puppy watching for a crumb to fall from its master’s plate, I give her my full attention. Puckering her lips, she kisses her hand and blows the kiss to me. Her eyes flicker for only an instant and I know it’s her remembering the kiss that got us carried away.

  “See you around, Island.”

  Her soft voice caresses my senses one last time before the elevator doors close. Beau whispers something in her ear that makes her laugh and that beautiful sound is the last thing I hear out of her. I’m left staring at the elevator, wondering what she meant by seeing me around. Could she by some chance still want me as much as I want her? I shake my head at myself and the impossibility of that. She’s not mine and to change that would be ending a lifelong friendship. Beau is her boyfriend and I am her boss. In fact, I’m sure she meant she would see me around at work.

  Alright, stop this shit, Lowe. You will only think of her as his girl. She is not yours. She is sure as hell not available. She is and always will be Beau’s girl.

  I take out my cell phone to call Tiffany, my go-to sub. She’s always down for some fun. I curse when I scroll my phone for her number, unable to still stop thinking about Beth. Fucking Beau. The bastard will never know how lucky he is.

  I give up searching and throw my phone on the nearest surface. I’m not even in the damn mood right now, anyway. Not when I am stuck on the girl that just left with my best friend.

  “Kimberly is waiting.” I think that’s what Beau said. Kimberly must be the blonde he has lined up. An idea comes into my head and I get my phone once again, quickly scrolling for Beau’s number before he and Beth get too far.

  ****

  Beth

  “I’m not real sure about this, Beau?”

  We ride the elevator back up to Island’s apartment.

  “I’m with Beth. I don’t know about this BDSM stuff.” Kim agrees with me. She’s all for being with me, but she sure doesn’t want to get spanked and whipped by a guy she’s never met.

  “Trust me, ladies. It is going to be wild.”

  We were almost home when Island called us back saying he wanted to have a playroom session and he thought Kimberly and I would be perfect for what he had in mind. I, on the other hand, am not so sure. Especially if he’s going to give it up to Kimberly. I don’t like the idea of the two of them fucking. I know I’m a selfish friend, but he is by far the best sex I’ve ever had. No one has ever fucked me that deep into oblivion before. And I know sharing is caring, but I want that monster dick all to myself.

  Kimberly crosses her arms, still not sure about this whole thing. Beau looks to me to ease her mind. He wants this to happen and he wants it bad. It’s up to me to give it to him the way he gave me Island last night.

  “You’re my
slut, right?” I ask her, wrapping my arms around her shoulder.

  “Guilty.” She holds on to my waist. Beau looks on while I tongue her up and I just know he’s hard. I laugh when he curses out loud at the elevator door slide open, interrupting us. We walk through the large living room and Beau leads us up the stairs to the “playroom”. It looks more like some medieval torture chamber, complete with dark stoned walls with chains coming from them and slick black leather furniture chosen for easy clean up after the slaughter. It makes Kim skittish. Island is sitting on the bed watching her. She freezes when her eyes land on him. She’s a cat ready to sprint at any sign of danger. He stands, allowing her to see him in all his buck-naked glory. On their own accord, my eyes drift down to his fully erect cock that instantly creams my panties. Kim sucks in a sharp breath, letting me know she’s seen it too. “Helloo, Daddy.” She whispers. She’s all in now.

  “Take off your clothes.” He demands of us.

  It’s said in a tone that leaves no room for argument. I can see why he is a Dom. He makes me want to do what he says and I’m not even his submissive. A part of me wonders what it would be like to be dominated by a man, but I lose that idea. Beau is already near his limit with me. I know he wouldn’t be up to start some weird Dom/sub relationship with me. When he first told me how Island was involved in the lifestyle, it was clear he had no use for it.

  He goes to sit down on the couch in the corner of the room to enjoy the show. I look over at Kim and roll my eyes at her already taking off her clothes. I join her, taking off the skirt and blouse I changed into earlier. Now that I’m naked, Island leads me to the center of the room. He takes my hands and binds each wrist with soft restraints. Just watching his hands work the buckles turns me on. There is something about a man’s hands and it seems Island is very skilled at using his. I suck in a breath when he sticks those long fingers inside the restraints testing the snugness. Picturing him doing that inside me has me squirming. His eyes find mine and those lips of his slide over into a smirk, reading my thoughts.

  “Soon.” He simply says before securing them over my head with one of the hooks hanging from the ceiling.

  He crooks his index finger, summoning Kim over to us. She saunters over, being sure to showcase the boob job she just got from some celebrity plastic surgeon. Moving behind her, he sweeps her hair off her shoulder to kiss her neck, but I look away before the heat of jealousy shows on my face. He is not yours, Mary Beth Mason. He is not yours. I have repeated those words, burning them into my brain since we left here this morning.

  “She is a beautiful girl, isn’t she, Kimberly?” Island asks her.

  “Very beautiful.”

  “Touch her.” He says. A soft moan escapes my lips at the feel of Kim’s hands on my bare skin. She caresses my shoulders, then moves down to my tits circling the nipples with her thumbs, making them hard. Island whispers something in her ear and I throw my head back when she replaces one of her hands with her mouth, sucking on my now very sensitive right nipple. He retrieves what looks like a riding crop from the wall and comes to stand behind me. A tiny yelp of surprise escapes me when he taps my ass with the tip of the crop. He moves to the other ass cheek and hits it harder, all while Kim’s warm wet mouth is on my tit. Island moves closer to me, his mouth now at my ear. I lean my head back to rest on his shoulder and feel his taut chest muscles on my bare back. “You liked that?” He asks me of the spanking.

  “Yes.” I feel his hands on my belly, sliding down toward my core. He cups me and I shift my legs open, giving him access to where I am starving for him to be. I’m still sore from last night, but I don’t care. He feels too good. I grind into his hand. He slips his middle finger inside me. “Yes.” Kim has switched to my left nipple getting it just as hard as the first. My body is singing, overwhelmed by what the two of them are doing to me. I don’t even try to fight my orgasm. My knees go weak as I come in Island’s hand.

  “Mmmm.” He says. His lips are smacking as he sucks his fingers clean of me. I hear him unwrapping a condom behind me.

  “Oh, God.” I whimper, feeling him slip his dick into me to fuck me from behind. His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me from jerking forward with each thrust. He yanks my ass up so that I am now standing on my tip toes with him buried inside of me. My back is arched and the only thing keeping me from falling forward is the ceiling hook I’m attached to. Kim has to kneel down to keep hold of my nipple. I come again, longer this time. The waters I’m riding are calm ripples that gently carry me to shore. I embrace them as they take me away.

  Island leaves me spent and goes around to Kimberly. He takes her to the large four-post bed and lays her down before returning to me.

  “Kimberly is feeling neglected.” His breath is in my ear tickling me. I try to shrug away from it, but he holds me close. “We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Mmmmm.” He growls at his title.

  He unties me and escorts me over to a waiting Kimberly. I get between her legs, inhaling the scent of her milk and honey scented body wash before flicking my tongue to taste the dewy juices on her pussy. Her ass jerks off the bed and I have to hold her down as I eat her out. She moans loudly, holding on to my head, grinding her hips into my mouth as I suck her clit and fuck her with my middle finger. I’ve never tasted pussy before. It’s good. It tastes very different from dick, a little muskier and a lot tangier. I can see why men like it.

  “Oh, shit, Beth.” Kim whimpers. I’ve never heard her this turned on before, not even when I would hear her fucking guys when we were roommates. She’s loving this lesbian shit so much, it makes me wonder if she is one. “I need a dick.” She yells. And with that went my lesbian theory. “I need to suck one.”

  I’m still so turned on at turning Kim on, I barely hear Island telling Beau to fuck her mouth, but he is in my side view standing with his dick out to Kim, and she turns her head to take it in. She greedily fucks Beau with her mouth while I fuck her with my fingers and tongue.

  Island comes over to join in. Lifting my ass up, he smacks it a few times making it sting before he fucks me, holding me down by the shoulders so that I can still eat out Kim. I part her lips with my fingers to expose more of her clit. I run my tongue along it before I close my lips around it, sucking on it as Island pounds into me from behind. Her clit is a sweet bundle of nerves all coiled up and ready to explode. I give her one last good lick and that’s all it takes to set her off. Her orgasm is muffled by Beau’s dick stuck in her mouth, but the evidence of her pleasure is now seeping into my mouth and down my throat. It nearly drowns my middle finger.

  Island pulls me away from a sated Kim and flips me so that I am lying next to her, stuffing his dick in my mouth. I hear Kimberly next to me, still slurping away on Beau’s dick while I do the same to Island. Her hand moves down to play with me and I return the favor by playing with her.

  “Fuck, your mouth is my drug, Beth.” Island moans as I swallow him down. “It’s almost as good as that sweet little pussy of yours.”

  “Mmhmm,” is all I can say with his dick in my mouth.

  “Fuck, this is so goddamn hot.” Beau yells out loud in the mist of coming in Kim’s mouth. He is loving every minute of this impromptu foursome. He has the best of three worlds watching me fuck a girl and watching a man fuck me, while he’s also being fucked. Island pulls out of my mouth. It dawns on me that he hasn’t even come yet. The man’s ability to sustain an erection knows no bounds. Kim is finally done licking Beau clean. “Let’s watch.” He tells Island now that he has been satisfied.

  “Fuck each other.” Island tells Kim and me. I look over at her grinning face. I guess that’s music to her horny little ears.

  “You are such a slut.” I laugh at her.

  “Right now, I want to be your slut.”

  I nod and get up to straddle her head. My knees are at her ears and her face is buried between my legs fucking me with her tongue. My head is thrown back and I grip the bedpost
as I ride her mouth like a dick. She’s playing with herself until I reach back to play with her. Our moans and whimpers feel the room.

  “Shit.” Beau says at the sight of us, loving every minute of his fantasy come to life.

  My eye catches Island’s watching us, stroking his dick. The sight of him doing that while Kim’s pussy is open to him sends me into a mini panic. I reach for him and he leans his head into me.

  “Please, don’t fuck her.” I whisper in his ear.

  He is taken aback by the request, but then he smirks at me, capturing my mouth with his. I lean back into him as his hands go straight to my tits. Ripping me away from Kim, he flips me on the bed and slams his dick full force into my pussy thrusting me into ecstasy. I scream his name, coming instantly. Kimberly, now without her fuck buddy moves in on Beau. I extend my head to see her riding him from where he’s sitting on the couch. Island stills himself inside me, raising an eyebrow to question me letting Beau fuck Kimberly. I shrug in answer, moving my hips so that he will pick up the rhythm again and fuck me. My orgasm is building fast. I pull him down on top of me and he lifts my legs to go in deep, but much slower this time. The thrusts are nowhere near as punishing as the first time he fucked me. But It’s agonizing how meticulous he is being. My mouth finds his and I attack it with my own.

  “I love fucking you like this.” He whispers, out of breath from our kiss. “Do you love it?”

  “Yes.” I moan in his ear. “I love it so much.”

  “We are so good together. We could be so good together.”

  “Please, don’t say that. Please.” Lifting my mouth to his ear, I nibble the soft flesh of his lobe.

  “Fuck, Baby.”

  “You keep calling me that and you’re going to make me come until I pass out.” I warn him. His chuckle vibrates his dick and gives me a whole new sensation that is even more addicting than the last. His mouth captures mine and we come hard together. Our moans of pleasure being contained to just the two of us. We stay like this, with him lying on top of me, enjoying each other. I am lost in his eyes. I love the color, a brown that darkens and lightens, giving away his emotions. He leans in to kiss me. It is a soft, gentle kiss filled with longing. “Island.” I whisper his name. I am so close to admitting how great we are together. Until I hear Kim’s voice. It knocks me back to reality.