Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat) (11 page)

And right here
dangled the key: Two lovers.

Out of the
corner of her vision, she saw Keefer pluck up a condom, heard the ripping
noises as he prepared to roll it over his erection.

“I know this is
new to you, baby, so relax. I won’t go all the way...this time, anyway. Just
tease and pleasure your beautiful ass while Jager takes care of the front.”

With the
exception of seeing it with her own eyes in Hawaii, she’d only known of anal
sex in erotic books and pornos, but not in real life. Well, at least not in
her
real life. But here she hung in a
sex-swing with two hot men worshipping her, while she was on the brink of that
very eroticism.

And it blew her
away and back again.

“Ahh, yes, it’s
all for you, gorgeous.” Jager spoke against her mouth and followed with a
gentle, mind-exploding kiss. One of his hands kneaded her breast while the
other slid around and pulled open her buttocks for Keefer. She cried out when
lips dragged from the globe of her buttocks to her hole, and sensations
bombarded her in wild succession with the simultaneous probing of Jager’s penis
against her pussy.

Then tongue and
cock slid into her in unison.

“Mmm.”

There were no
words to describe the dual penetration of stone-hard manhood filling her to the
womb, while a hot, wet tongue speared her ass. They started a rhythm of one in,
one out, then a synchronized, deep penetration.

Anjelee gripped
the swing straps on either side of her face for leverage. Anticipation streamed
through her bloodstream in a river of heat. She wrapped her legs around Jager’s
hips and started an undulation that drove them deeper still. Amazing. The
orgasm was right there. She could almost touch it, taste it,
even
hear it.

Jager’s eyelids
fanned open. His pupils were dilated, black overtaking hazel. With the full
moon behind him, he looked mysterious, almost vampire-like. His voice came out
husky, soft. “Aah, he’s playing with my balls while he tastes you. It feels so
fucking good. You. Him. Us.”

The orgasm
ripped through her before she could savor the anticipation. Her scream carried
out across the veranda, lost on the sea. She held on tight and rode the tide,
the leather straps biting into her fingers with her tightening grasp.

Jager grunted
,
his face screwed up in pleasure-pain. “Hell, no. I’m not
going to come yet, I’m not—” He tore his cock from her just as her
release crashed to a halt. “Holy fuck, that was close.”

“But why didn’t
you…?”

Her words
trailed off when Keefer dragged her from the swing. Her legs felt like rubber
bands. He steadied her, then bent and lifted her into his arms. “That was just
to get you started. We have an entire night ahead of us, and that giant bed is
waiting for some attention.”

Jager strode
through the lanai into the suite. Over his shoulder, he said with a snort, “And
I know a couple of other ‘giant‘ things that are waiting for some attention,
too.” He threw back the comforter and climbed onto the bed.

Keefer set her
down on the mattress and kissed her before nudging her toward the center. She
rolled over and he crawled on all fours behind her. He still had the condom on,
still had that enormous erection.

“Neither of you
got to…”

Jager tossed a
tube of lubrication to Keefer. Then his hand eased over Anjelee’s belly and
curled around Keefer’s hard-on. “Don’t worry, we will. We all will.”

Keefer closed
his eyes and gritted his teeth. He snapped open the bottle and squirted the
clear gel on the tip of his penis. The crux of Anjelee’s thighs rewarmed when
Jager stroked Keefer’s cock to spread the slickness over the condom.

Jager kissed
her, pushing his warm, moist tongue between her lips. Keefer merged into the
kiss. His mouth trembled against theirs when her hand joined Jager’s, and
together, they drew out Keefer’s groans until he resembled a wild animal driven
by lust and instinct. It gave her a sense of control, of intoxicating power.
Both men were hers. She called all the shots and they knew it; in fact, they
wanted it that way.

Two hands explored
her breasts. They swelled and tingled with each brush and pinch of the nipples.
Fresh coils of pleasure built in her stomach. It sent pulses to the juncture of
her thighs, which in turn forced her legs open and had her bucking upward
toward release, a touch, anything that could soothe the tight ache.

Jager should do
for now. She tugged him over until he settled between her spread thighs. Her
hand remained on Keefer’s cock, her lips on both hungry mouths. Tongues probed,
teeth nipped. Their sounds of tortured pleasure harmonized with the distant
reggae music at the disco and the pounding of the surf on the beach below.

Jager grazed his
cock back and forth over her clit. “Mmm-mmm.” He sucked her tongue past his
teeth, barring Keefer from the kiss.

Keefer didn’t
seem to mind. He eased his cock free of her grip. She got a vague sense of him
moving away, shifting on the bed until his weight sunk the mattress between her
feet…behind Jager.

She swiveled her
hips and searched for the head of Jager’s penis with her damp juncture. The
thick tip eased into her, just the tip. The moment hung in time. She imagined
it as a snapshot of her future—their future—seen through the lens
of her camera.

Whoa. Way too profound for me.

But seriously,
it wasn’t like the first time with Jager, where their joining had been a result
of volatile tempers, and it wasn’t even close to the second time when he’d
taken her with fierce arousal in the gym while Keefer watched. Or the time he’d
watched Keefer make love to her under the sun on their raft. Even minutes ago
in the swing, with the two of them inflicting mind-blowing pleasure on her
didn’t even compare to this time.

This time, the
connection was about to be born: Keefer to Jager to her, and back around again.

An
interlocking puzzle of their futures.

Crap, there I go again.

This trio thing
with these two men, geez, it was making her go all sappy and romantic. Not
good. Just not good at all once they left Karibu.

But you haven’t left yet. You’re here
with them both, and it’s amazing. Just look at them!

Jager would soon
fill her up. His handsome face looked almost pained with the anticipation.
And Keefer, hot as hell.
A mischievous
look in those dark eyes, watching her over Jager’s shoulder, just about to
slide into Jager’s anus.

“Anj...” The
deep timbre of Keefer’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “You ready?”

She blinked.
“Yes, oh, yes.”

He smiled,
tucked himself closer to Jager and wrapped one arm around Jager’s torso. “How
‘bout you, man?” he asked in Jager’s ear. Then he kissed his neck and twisted
on Jager’s nipples, one at a time.

Jager groaned.
“Hell yes. I’ve been ready since I had you both trapped in your room.”

The three of
them chuckled softly together.

Jager turned his
head when Keefer rooted for his mouth. They kissed, rabidly, man-on-man. Keefer
kept his attention on her during the kiss, then he moaned and his gaze roamed
lower to her breasts. Frissons of heat coiled from her nipples to her pussy
where Jager slowly pushed another inch into her pussy, stretching her wide.
Keefer must have probed Jager’s ass, because the pressure increased on her
pelvis.

Jager tensed,
grunted. His eyelids fanned open and his gaze latched onto hers. After a moment
of silence, his body relaxed, his breathing went shallow. His weight pressed
closer, forcing her legs further apart. He filled her completely.

She arched her
back. “Mmm, feels so good.”

Keefer held her
gaze over Jager’s shoulder. He thrust forward in one smooth motion, pressing
into Jager from behind, and she would never forget the expressions of bliss
that washed over their faces.

“Aah...” Jager
groaned. His cock twitched inside her. “Yes, ah, man, it’s been so long, I
don’t think I can hold back.”

She reached up
and wrapped her arms around necks, shoulders. The urge to get them closer
almost felt obsessive, even critical to life, like oxygen or food. Jager buried
his face in the crook of her neck, but at the same time, he pulled his cock
halfway out. Keefer searched for her mouth over Jager’s shoulder. They could
barely reach, but their tongues stretched and dueled.

Jager pushed
back inside her. Keefer’s momentum followed, and two animal sounds erupted.

“He’s all the
way inside me now, babe, just like I’m in you,” Jager said in her ear, making
her tingle below.

The pressure of
their combined weight centered in her pelvis and nearly brought her to orgasm.
The three-way dynamics gradually took hold—penetration with a trio of
moans, withdrawal with a trio of gasps—and picked
up
tempo
as they coordinated the perfect sexual rock-and-roll rhythm.

Jager’s
breathing went ragged. “So,
so
fucking hot.”

Hot didn’t even
begin to describe it. This was amazing. Kinky. Hedonistic. Totally out there.

“Keefer...
Jager...” Her release drew nearer with each jerk of her body into the mattress.
She wrapped her legs around and pulled them closer. Keefer sank deep, Jager
deeper yet. He reached down and molded his hands to her hips, rocking into her.
The palms skimmed up her sides and made her shiver. She tasted champagne and
tequila when he covered her mouth with his and drug her arms up to hold them
captive on the bed. A strangled cry erupted from deep in her throat. Holding
her upper body still gave her that extra little bit of leverage she needed to
pump her hips faster and stroke Jager harder, deeper.

She’d never been
so wet in her life. The cream poured out of her and coated Jager’s cock.
Sometimes, when she bucked upward violently enough to take him in, her ass
slapped both sets of balls and doused them with her creamy come. Keefer’s
grunts intermingled with her catlike mewls and Jager’s strangled breaths. Both
men glistened with sweat. It dribbled into streams, glossing over skin from
Keefer to Jager, and finally bathing her body, slick and sexy with the musky
scent of man.

No,
men.

Jager growled
out a long, almost painful orgasm. She supposed the fact that he’d reached the
finish line first had to do with the overstimulation of both filling and being
filled. His body stiffened, and the warm flood of his ejaculation pulsed inside
her. It must have been her catalyst because his hot release squirting and
grinding over her g-spot with each thrust brought her to serious orgasm levels.
The tingling and racing of blood through her system had her letting out a
bloodcurdling scream of pleasure, one that didn’t even come close to describing
the ecstasy that coursed out to her toes, fingers and tongue.

Keefer was the
last to relent. He gave one forceful thrust inside Jager, which sent Anjelee
over one last crest before she started to come back to earth.

Keefer collapsed
on top of Jager and drawled, “Damn sam, if that wasn’t the most bitchin’ lovemaking
ever—in my whole life.”

Jager eased out
of Anjelee and shifted over to her left. “Agreed.”

Keefer moved to
her right, and arms and legs entwined and caressed. “But hell, we got almost
another week here. The possibilities for the three of us are endless.”

Yeah, endless—until we get back to
the mainland.
Anjelee pinched the spot between her eyebrows where worry lines already
bunched. She frowned when Jager’s cell phone buzzed.

“Aw, crap,” he
said. “Guess I should get that.” He rolled out of bed and dug the phone out of
his pants pocket.

“Screw whoever
it is. You’re on vacation,” Keefer said with a dismissive wave of the hand.

“Well, I...”
Jager stared at the I.D. on his phone. His eyes were wide, his face pale.

Anjelee’s
stomach suddenly clenched. She hugged the sheet to her chest. “W-what’s wrong?”

Jager didn’t
move, didn’t speak.

“Jager. What’s
wrong?” Anjelee demanded a second time.

Keefer sat up
and reached for a cigarette. “Damn it, dude,
answer
her. Who is it?”

Jager gulped.
His gaze finally rose and met Keefer’s, then hers.

No, please,
not...

“It’s...
it’s
Mitch Wulfrum. I’m sorry. I gotta take this.” Her new
lover strode out into the starry night. Something’s not quite right here,
really suspicious. Anjelee heard his low tones and indiscernible conversation
with the rich man who was determined to see her put in the slammer.

For
life.

Oh, God, Jesus and all the angels in
heaven, please, help me. I think it’s over. I think I’m dead, fried meat.

~*~*~*~

“I’m
still...working on things.” Jager leaned against a rocky half-wall at the far
end of the veranda and shifted his cell phone to the other ear.