Key West (30 page)

“Oh…” she moaned when she felt Chris’s thumb glide up to her own sensitive anus, rubbing a small, hot circle there. She licked her lip in pleasure and couldn’t help lifting her ass toward the touch.

A quick glance told her Shay wasn’t getting this special treat, which pleased her. As much as she wanted to make Chris happy, jealousy demanded she make sure
something
connected him more deeply to her than to Shay.

When the tip of Chris’s thumb slipped inside her ass, she let out a groan that caused Amy look over amid being fucked so thoroughly. The two women’s eyes met, held. Somehow she felt something stretch between them, some common elements of existence, much more so than what she shared with Shay. She had a feeling that in some other place, some other time, she and Amy would have found themselves similar beings, real friends. That knowledge made the intimate lock of their gazes more profound and revealing as they each moved against the stimulation to pussy and ass delivered by their men.

Finally, Amy shifted her glance over her shoulder, back toward Cole. “Fuck me, baby. Keep fucking me,” she demanded through gritted teeth.

“Do you love that cock in you?” he returned, looking just as untamed.

“God, yes. I need it. And my ass…”

“What about your ass, babe?”

“It feels so fucking good.”

The exchange seemed to reenergize Cole as the ferocity of his thrusts with both cock and toy increased. Amy sobbed even louder and more wildly than before as the two shafts pounded into her. Carrie watched it all with a somewhat dazed point of view—because Chris’s thumb in her ass was making
her
pretty crazy, too.

Finally, Amy lifted one bracing hand and reached back under her, beginning to finger herself, and within mere seconds she yelled, “Oh God, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…ohhh!” Her screams filled the air, making Carrie twitch harder against Chris’s thumb, making her hungrier for her own release.

No sooner had Amy’s climax passed than Cole’s followed. “Oh, baby! Here I go in you! Here I go!” Then they were both crying out, shrieking with pleasure as he emptied into her, his thrusts slow and battering.

When Carrie gazed back over her shoulder at Chris, his eyes pinned her in place. “I want some more of these pretty pussies,” he said softly. “Stand up for me.”

She wasted no time getting to her feet, ready to be part of the main attraction again. Shay did the same until they were standing face to face, Chris kneeling between them. As he reached his hands up to finger both cunts, he gazed up at Carrie and sank his face to her slit, dragging his tongue over her clit. Instinctively, she lifted one foot onto the bench behind her, opening her cunt wider. She watched him lick her, the sweet, wet sensations vibrating all through her along with the roll of the boat on the waves, then let her gaze shift to Shay’s shaved cunt, where Chris buried his fingers.

Shay lifted a hand to cup the side of Carrie’s breast, squeezing slightly. “Mmm, sweets,” she purred. “Watch him lick your pretty pussy.”

At Shay’s command, she moved her eyes back to find him peering up at her as he laved her swollen clit, finger-fucking her underneath.

“Don’t leave Shay out,” she said on a whisper, surprised at her own generous words. The usual war ensued inside her—wanting all of him or wanting to share—but sharing had clearly won this particular battle.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I wasn’t going to. I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

With that, he turned and began to lick Shay’s clit, something about it exciting Carrie more than she’d expected. Because it was as if their juices now meshed together on his tongue, lips? Because of how close they all were, how very “in her face” the sharing of her man had become?

It didn’t matter, though—she was too drunk on pleasure. Her pussy contracted with her lover’s touch, her breast tingled with delight as Shay massaged and squeezed, stroking one thumb across her distended nipple. Excitement continued to fill her as Chris worked his mouth over Shay’s smaller, more delicate cunt.

He took turns that way, licking one clit, then the other, lulling both women into a sensual oblivion that somehow had Carrie hyper-aroused and relaxed at the same time. Across the boat, Amy and Cole lay on the deck together, watching. It was their eyes that escalated her heat to a point she couldn’t handle. “I need your cock,” she said softly as he sucked her clit into his skilled mouth. “I need to fuck you so bad.”

That was all it took for Chris to cease his ministrations and reach for Carrie’s hands, drawing her down to the deck on her knees, straddling him. “Ride me, angel.”

She knew he felt even bigger that way, that the position forced his huge shaft even deeper inside her. She couldn’t wait to feel him in her pussy, to be so filled with him that the sensation pulsated out into her fingers and toes.

Taking his erection in hand, she looked down into his eyes as he lay back on the deck, and sank onto him. Both groaned at the entry, the interlock of their bodies. True to her memory, it was like being impaled on the world’s hottest, sweetest spear. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the unfathomable pleasure.

For a moment, she even forgot they were being watched, but when she remembered, she realized Shay now sat on the bench a few feet behind Chris, that she’d been squeezed out of the pleasure she’d been receiving—and giving—just a moment before. Carrie leaned low over Chris, raking her nipples across his chest, pressing her breasts full into him as she whispered in his ear, “Do you want to lick Shay’s pussy while I ride your cock?”

She pulled back so that their eyes could meet. His look was warm and wicked. “Do you want me to?”

“What I want,” she said slowly, “is to bring you as much pleasure as you’ve brought me. I want you to feel overwhelmed with it, like you have so much you simply can’t handle anymore.”

Below her, his mouth curved into a soft, sexy smile. “You
are
an angel, you know.”

She returned the smile. “Would licking Shay while I fuck you give you that kind of pleasure?”

He let out a thick, heated sigh, then gave a small nod, almost as if he was sorry he wanted what she offered. She kissed him, to make sure he knew she was giving it freely. She didn’t feel right suddenly shutting Shay out, and besides, pushing him to the heights of bliss truly
was
her endeavor.

Raising back to a sitting position, she again felt consumed by the size of his cock. Once she adjusted, she looked to Shay and reached out her hands.

Shay flinched, looking surprised—and shockingly innocent.

“Fuck his mouth,” Carrie said softly.

A dirty smile lit Shay’s face, her eyes glimmering at the invitation. She knelt, straddling Chris’s face, glancing down at him. “Are you ready for this pussy, baby?”

He nodded with comfortable confidence.

When Shay lowered her cunt to his mouth, Carrie began to slide up and down his shaft, now slick and wet with her juices. Shay released a small grunt at contact—Carrie glanced down in time to see Chris’s tongue dart out over Shay’s little clit.

As soon as Shay settled into a rhythm, rolling her pussy over Chris’s tongue, she dropped her gaze to where Carrie rode him. It added to Carrie’s excitement, and she didn’t protest when Shay’s hands molded to her hips, pushing her down on him over and over. Together, their breath grew ragged and though she couldn’t see Chris’s face, his thrusting responses told Carrie he was experiencing the pleasure she wanted him to.

Slowly, Shay’s hands pushed up over Carrie’s rib cage to gently mold to her breasts. She couldn’t help driving them a little deeper into Shay’s grip as she rode Chris’s cock, couldn’t help relishing the added pleasure, especially knowing Amy and Cole watched her every move. Where, at the beginning of the day, she might have felt a little embarrassed to let them know she would fool around with another girl, now the knowledge that she was a no-holds-barred sexual being only made their presence add to her total arousal.

“You turned out to be pretty damn sweet, sweets,” Shay said, her breath coming hot as she moved on Chris’s mouth and teased Carrie’s nipples.

Carrie was earnest amid her rush of excitement. “I want to make Chris happy. I even want to make
you
happy, Shay. It’s just the kind of person I am.”

Shay’s eyes sparkled with wickedness. “Then kiss me.”

Leaning in, she pulled Carrie closer until their mouths met. It would have been easy to stop, but it was just as easy to let it happen. She only wished Chris could witness their tongues and lips exploring one another. She only wished Chris could see her lower her hands from Shay’s shoulders to her breasts, experimenting with the amazingly soft flesh punctuated by the ultra-hard peaks at the center. She let Shay’s nipples jut into her palms, aware that her new touches had pushed Shay to another level of heat. Now Shay lightly pinched Carrie’s pink peaks as she licked at her tongue, still rolling her hips above Chris’s ministrations. Carrie rocked on his huge cock, the severe pleasure pushing her onward in the pursuit of total satiation.

Just then, a horn sounded, making everyone flinch with shock and look up to see another boat sailing past, filled with guys and girls in bathing suits, all of them drinking and cheering at what they saw taking place on the
Conch Fury
.

The jolt of arousal felt like an electrical wire had been wrapped around Carrie from head to toe, then plugged in. Her pussy spasmed around her lover’s massive shaft; her breasts heaved in Shay’s small hands. Her arms and legs tingled and her belly contracted.

Breaking off their light, licking kisses, Shay bent lower, flicking a lick across Carrie’s breast. Carrie moaned at the shocking pleasure, but didn’t hesitate to return the favor, leaning in to rake her tongue across one of Shay’s bead-like nipples.

Even when the other boat was gone, they took turns licking each other’s breasts, leaving Carrie amazed at herself. She knew later she would delight in telling Chris everything he’d missed by being hidden under Shay’s ass.

As Carrie molded Shay’s breasts, she sensed Shay moving harder against Chris’s mouth, heard her breath coming strong and raspy, and suspected she would come soon. Without forethought, she heard herself breath, “I want to come, too. I want us all to come together.”

Chris must have heard her, for that was when his big hands moved from her thighs to her pussy, both his thumbs centering over her clit. “Oooh, God,” she moaned. She’d been fairly close to coming before, but Chris’s sweet touches would get her there much faster, and his increased drives up into her cunt only added to the sensations.

Instinct led her to squeeze Shay’s breasts harder, tighter, and Shay’s hands massaged and kneaded her soft, fleshy mounds just as firmly. Both rocked their pussies, hard, harder, against Chris, seeking the climax that lurked so near.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. Chris was filling her so full, so deep, yet somehow she yearned for more.

“Lick me, baby,” Shay prodded.

The waves crashed for Carrie then—coming on faster than expected, the orgasm taking her by storm. Her whole body felt swallowed by the pulsing pleasure that centered in her cunt and breasts and radiated outward. She cried out wildly, and before she was done, Shay had joined her, crushing Carrie’s breasts in her hands, screaming out a colossal “Yes!” as she pummeled Chris’s mouth with her cunt. Within seconds, Chris groaned, thrusting so hard it lifted Carrie from the deck with three incredible strokes that seemed to drive right through her, the force and sensation extending her orgasm and making her sob.

When their orgasms all faded, Shay eased off of Chris and bent to give him a small kiss, his face wet with her juices. “Thank you, baby,” she said softly, then she rose and gave Carrie a little kiss, as well. “Thank you, too. You’re all right, sweets.”

Before Carrie could respond, Chris pulled her down to his chest, kissing her forehead, breathing, “I need to hold you, angel. I need to hold you so tight. I never want to let you go.”

Chapter Twelve

A few hours later, Carrie and Chris lay in their underwear on the bed in her room. They’d showered and started getting dressed, but had decided they were tired from the day’s activities and needed an afternoon nap.

“What’s on for tonight?” she asked after they’d awakened and lay cuddling together. She wore a pretty pink lace bra and thong set, and Chris had donned a pair of black boxer briefs that he’d brought with him that morning along with a change of clothes.

He gazed down at her, looking bummed. “A long, late shift at the Lizard, I’m afraid.”

“Ah.” She hoped she didn’t sound as disappointed as she felt.

Silly, though, she told herself. She’d just spent the whole day with him, and before that, the whole night. Even so, it was Thursday evening and her departure on Sunday was beginning to loom a little too close for comfort.

“I’ve still got a couple of hours, though, so we can take a walk through town and find someplace quiet for dinner first.”

She laughed. “There’s someplace
quiet
in Key West?”

He chuckled in reply. “Shocking, but true. If you know where to look. And I do.” He glanced into her eyes. “I mean, unless you’d rather go someplace with more of a party atmosphere.”

She shook her head against his well-muscled shoulder. “No,” she said quickly. “Quiet is nice.”

Within an hour, they were strolling Duval Street, a place which she learned was much more serene in the early evening, giving the island’s quaint charm a chance to show before sunset brought out Key West’s wild side. Holding her hand, Chris led her down a side street to a clapboard house painted in dark colors, the oval-shaped sign in front declaring it
Buonissimo, an Italian Eatery
.