Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat) (7 page)

With each suckle
and flick of his tongue, her head fell further back until she nearly lay supine
on the treadmill’s computer screen. “Mmm, feels good, feels so good.”

“You just wait.”
He dropped to his knees and slowly dragged her shorts down to her ankles, His
hot gaze scanned every cell of her bared flesh like a laser, while cool air
fanned her damp, now exposed pussy. His big hands caged her ribs and then
grazed down to her hips. The painful pleasure of teeth nips ran a path back and
forth over her shuddering abs. He dipped his tongue in her navel and kissed her
belly ring before indulging in one long, devastating downward lick that settled
just above the piercing in the hood over her clit. Anjelee gasped at the
pleasurable assault. Though he hadn’t fully touched her nub, the quick little
licks of the jewelry sent tremors of pleasure pulsating to her center.

“Jager…”

His eyes looked
glazed when they inspected the length of her body and finally latched onto her
gaze. “I can’t help myself, you little thief. Just look at you. You’re naughty,
gorgeous, so fucking different from any woman I’ve ever made love to. Damn it,
I’ve
gotta
taste you. I know I shouldn’t, but… Hell
with it.”

His
tongue emerged, long, pink, and glistening wet.
He pushed lower, across her piercing and
through her folds. One hand forced her legs further apart. He dipped deeper
inside her, tongue-spearing her pussy, while he flicked his thumb over her
jeweled clit hood.

“Oh… Ahhh,” was
all she could articulate.

The dual
sensation of firm penetration and slick warmth deep between her thighs, coupled
with the hard dance of his fingertip, rocked her body and made her eyes cross.
Relentless heat flooded her center. She gripped the railings and closed her
eyes, her body quaking helplessly against his whiskered face.

His tongue moved
upward and replaced his finger. “Mmm.” The groan vibrated his lips and
increased the almost unbearable desire raging in her core. He eased one finger
inside her. She moaned at the bliss of it, but the moan soon escalated into a
scream when he picked up the pace of his tongue on her clit and added to the
girth by penetrating her canal with three long, talented fingers.

Somewhere in the
far-off distance, she heard the beep of a room key sliding into the door. But
holy moly, how could she stop him now? Ripples of the coming orgasm were
beginning to rise in her womb. She was just about to embrace that first swell
when he got to his feet and lifted her into his arms.

“What—?
What are you doing?” She could barely talk, let alone breathe. His long,
clothed hard-on rubbed against her hip with each step he took. In the vague
peripheral distance near the door, she heard whispers, but nothing, not even
her dangling shorts falling off her foot and onto the floor, could drag her
attention away from the magnetic look in Jager’s eyes. An animal look that said
she was about to get conquered, now, this very moment in the gym, and there was
nothing she could do to stop it.

Hell, she didn’t
want to stop it.

If Keefer were
here, he wouldn’t allow it to be halted anyway. This was exactly what he
wanted, to entice Jager, singly, together, whatever it took, until
they
were
a committed threesome
and
Jager was forced to let her off the legal hook.

Jager stumbled
to a flat weight bench and set her on her knees on the floor facing it. A
mirror covered the wall just to her left. As if she watched a movie play out in
the reflection, she studied his flexing muscles as he shoved his shorts down
and kicked them aside. His magnificent cock sprang free, making her mouth water
and her pussy clench.

“Getting inside
you, that’s what I’m doing,” he growled. “Right now, here. You’re beautiful,
too damned irresistible. If I have to witness one more couple screwing on the
beach or in the hot tub, and then see you and Keefer naked and sexy as hell
right alongside them, and all without being able to touch you both, I’m going
to go insane.”

Keefer? Touch us
both? Aw crap, she was a goner for sure now. To not only have evaded to his
penchant for men and women days ago in their suite,
but
for Jager to now straight-out admit they both turned him on? Well, that raised
it all to a whole new level. Oh, yeah. Game’s on again. There’s no stopping it
now despite the fact he could single-handedly see her locked behind bars.

He shoved her
upper body forward and draped her over the vinyl weight bench before kneeling
behind her. His hands repositioned her hips and drew them back closer to him.
The tip of his cock probed her drenched cunt, and there was nothing Anjelee
could do to prevent it or change her mind at this point. She wanted it just as
much as Jager did, and she knew that Keefer would want it even more than the
two of them together. Her pussy was on fire at the jumbled thoughts of the two
men, and she needed relief now. She wanted Jager to make love to her as Keefer
had yesterday. She wanted it here, right now, just as Jager said, even with the
audience of strangers she sensed were here in the room with them.

Her gaze moved
across the gym to find an attractive brunette couple near the door watching
them. One of the man’s hands slid up his partner’s skimpy shirt and fondled her
large breasts. He held Anjelee’s stare while his other hand moved down into the
woman’s workout shorts. Her long-lidded, aroused gaze latched onto Anjelee
before she probed the man’s shorts and located his massive bulge behind her
ass.

What a wicked
resort this was. Bombarded at every turn with overt sex could wear a person’s
restraint down and devastate their libido. Anjelee had endured far more than
her healthy appetite could withstand since arriving here a week ago. She
reached behind herself and spread her buttocks apart. Her eyes never left the
couple, the woman now on her knees giving the man a vigorous blowjob.

“Do it now.
Slide inside me. Make me come,” she begged, her voice a husky, almost pathetic
whisper.

“Anj, oh, Anj.
Do you know how hot and horny the two of you made me? Cruel, you’re both so
fucking cruel.” Jager gathered her close, his big body hunched over her spine.
He realigned the tip of his cock with her engorged pussy and held it there
while he removed the clip from her hair with his free hand. He tossed the clip
aside, entangled his fingers in her loose strands and yanked her head back so he
could whisper in her ear. “You make me so crazy. You both make me want to fuck
you forever, the hell with my job and Mitch and your little get-rich-quick
schemes.”

Bingo.

She reached up and
hooked her arm around his neck just as she had Keefer’s when he’d made love to
her for the first time on the raft. “Give it to me then. We’ll forget all about
Mitch, and then we’ll make love to Keefer later. Together. Just the three of
us.”

He growled, and
the out-of-control sound harmonized erotically with the man’s groan across the
room. Against her mouth, Jager murmured, “You have no idea how much that would
turn me on. In the meantime, take a look at his big dick. Watch her suck him
off when I fuck you good.”

Together, with
Jager’s naughty words and the couple’s lovemaking across the room, Anjelee
totally dug the appropriate, raw sound of the overtly sexual song playing in
the distance.

Jager’s
lips glided over hers, offering her a brief but overwhelming kiss flavored with
sweet warmth.
Then he
ripped his mouth free, dug his fingers into her hips and slowly slid inside
her. “Jesus. Tight, so damn tight and wet.”

The fullness in
her passage and the instant stimulation of her g-spot made her muscles spasm
around his long thickness. Her fingers curled over the edge of the bench.
Through heavy lids, she sought the man’s gaze across the room. But behind the
couple it was Keefer’s stare through the window that snared her attention. One
hand cupped his temple to block the sunlight so he could see through the tinted
window. The other rubbed an obvious erection that bulged deliciously out of the
top of his shorts. His faintly furry chest was unclad providing her with a
yummy view of flexed arm and pec muscles as he touched himself and watched
Jager ravish her.

“Keefer…” She
breathed his name out, vaguely aware of the stranger across the room grunting
an orgasmic release and the woman’s slurping as she swallowed his come. The
lady completed her task and rose on tiptoe to cling to him. He slapped her ass
and led her from the gym.

“Keefer? Where?”
A tone of hope edged Jager’s voice.

She panted and
fought to keep her eyes open. She wanted to study the sexy picture Keefer made
standing outside in his ragged workout shorts with a towel thrown over one
burly shoulder. “He’s watching us make love, just like you did. Look, see him
through the window?”

“Ah, yes, I do
see. Well…” Jager pulled out and left her feeling empty and unfulfilled.
But not for long.
She glanced over her shoulder and nearly
lost control when Jager held Keefer’s gaze and stroked his cock, now glazed
with her juices. “Maybe the beautiful sight of your bare little rear and pussy,
along with my hard-on, will help our cause to include him later. Mmm, see
there? He’s rubbing himself faster. He likes watching us just the same as I
liked watching him fuck you.”

She didn’t
bother explaining to him that she and Keefer had already made plans for this
very scenario earlier. Instead, she obeyed and studied her other lover through
the window.

Anjelee didn’t
know if women still did it in this day and age or not, but the dizziness that
seized her felt like a swoon. Her heart no longer beat. In its place, an
uncontrollable fluttering began behind her breastbone like the wings of a
hummingbird. With each stroke Jager gave himself, Keefer started to follow
suit. Achy fire flooded her loins and engorged her center at this wicked turn
of events. She clenched her muscles to stop the gush of warm moisture escaping
between her thighs, but the attempt proved futile. If it was possible for nasty
to equal sexy, Anjelee definitely felt scrumptiously nasty.

“Jager, please.”
She shifted her gaze to him, and then
back
to Keefer.
Delectable stimulation overwhelmed her. But Keefer didn’t appear to be
disturbed in the least. He continued to pleasure himself, his handsome face
contorted in ecstasy while nothing but glass separated them all from a
threesome. “I’m on fire. I need…I need it. I need you. Now.”

Oh, yeah. It was
definitely obvious as hell that the three of them, somewhere in the last couple
of days, had entered into a partially unspoken pact to indulge in the resort’s
hedonistic nature. What wickedness happens at Karibu Resort, stays at Karibu
Resort, was the hotel’s slogan. And given what could lay ahead for her when she
returned home—
don’t think of that
now
!
—
Anjelee
embraced that motto wholeheartedly while she could.

His strong arms
slipped around her waist and jerked her back to reality. She could smell her
own sex along with Jager’s perspiration and faint traces of his enticing
cologne. He drew her spine snug against his chest so that the tip of his shaft
probed her drenched opening. Then in one long, unhurried move, he re-entered
her from behind. It immediately elicited a choked cry from her. She barely
recovered from the ecstasy of being filled when he located her swollen clit and
did an expert dance on it with his fingertip, just as Keefer had yesterday.

She held her
breath. It was all over. There was no turning back. Just a few more caresses on
her nub and thrusts inside her, and she’d be soaring over the Caribbean.

Jager’s raspy
voice filled her ear. She shivered.

“Watch him. Look
at his chest and abs, all hard and rippled. Think about your tight nipples
rubbing over him while he makes love to you like he did on the raft. Or imagine
him sucking me off—ooh, I’m going to come any second now.” He shuddered,
his voice ragged as he made an attempt to gain control. “Sucking me off while I
taste you, my tongue drinking your cream like I just did on the treadmill.”

“Mmm, yes.
Sounds like heaven.” She panted and imagined the wicked scene while Keefer
jacked himself off faster on the other side of the glass. “L-let’s do it.
Promise me we’ll get together, the three of us. Tonight.”

He pounded into
her, like thunder rumbling over the pitch of waves in the ocean. She became
those waves, up, down, rolling precariously toward shore, helpless to fight the
raging undercurrents that drove her closer to her destination. Moist skin
slapped against moist skin, the song of it in time with the music. She dug her
fingernails into the bench and shoved herself backward. Her teeth gritted
together, and she met every thrust with equal vigor. She squeezed her inner
muscles around his girth, enticing him, waiting, hoping for his agreement.

Then, just as
the orgasm took hold and hurled her into unbearable pleasure, she heard him
whisper, “Yes, the three of us. Tonight.”

Jager stiffened.
He swirled his finger over her clit faster, harder. Fighting to hold her
eyelids open, she saw Keefer drag the towel off his shoulder just in time to
catch the come shooting from his cock. His gaze held hers, and his face
grimaced with ecstasy. Jager grunted and moaned in her ear, and a flood of warm
dampness spilled into her core at the precise moment she reached the most
intense peak of her life. The orgasm went on forever, reaching out to her
fingers and toes and back to her pulsating pussy. It steeped her in bliss so
extreme, her vision blurred for a few seconds, and tiny prickles rushed along
her flesh until every hair on her body stood on end.