The Bikini Diaries (22 page)

stretching it, fucking it with his fingers. Catching such close-up glimpses of that got

Brandon even hotter, and as he grew more aroused by eating her while Pete touched her,

he quit caring so much if his mouth, or any part of him, touched his friend.

Hell, he'd known the guy nearly twenty years—what was the big fucking deal?

Finally, Wendy kept her promise and drew his cock into her mouth.
Ah, fuck yes.
So warm, wet. Brandon lifted his gaze from her cunt to her face to watch her suck him.

He scarcely even understood how girls got his particular phallus into their mouths given the circumference, but with Wendy, he was even more amazed than usual, and her

reckless enthusiasm for cock sucking tonight tightened his chest. Badder and badder. Bad bunny.

He moaned against her clit as she took him in deeper, her free hand still pumping away at Pete. Shit, she was hot. Fucking
astounding.
Pleasure expanded through his chest—as well as his cock—and he went down on her more roughly still, sucking her clit into her

mouth almost forcefully. She let out a cry around his shaft and rocked against his mouth, against Pete's hands.

But then she released him from her lips and turned her head the other way, taking Pete

into those moist depths. "Ah—ah, yeah," Pete groaned near Brandon's ear, again reminding him of their close proximity. He again watched Pete's dark fingers below him,

thrusting in and out of her opening, glistening wetly each time he withdrew them.

When Brandon felt her soft tits close around his erection, he looked back up to see that she'd managed to get his dick there while she continued to suck Pete. She moaned in pure elation, and he wasn't sure he'd ever seen such a hot, dirty sight. His bad bunny loved

having two cocks to play with, no doubt about it. He licked her harder as he began

fucking her tits, his dick still damp from her ministrations and making his plunges into that pillowing valley smoother—slick and warm.

They all moved that way for a long while, all moaning and groaning, but Wendy more

than either guy. Wendy, Brandon realized, was nearly out of her head with pleasure. She

sometimes extracted his cock from between her breasts and ran the length across one of

her beautifully beaded nipples, or she would release Pete's dick from her mouth, trading it for Brandon's while rubbing Pete's over the pink tip. She sucked on one while she

caressed her tits with the other.

Like earlier, they all writhed together in heated unison, like a finely tuned sex machine, all of them pumping and grinding, delivering pleasure, and taking it, too.

Wendy's excitement grew, increasing Brandon's, as well, until she no longer sucked

either
guy's cock, but instead ran them both roughly over and between her voluminous tits.

She was going to come soon, he knew. And he watched, half entranced, half
horrified,
as he realized that his cock was rubbing more than just her tits now—it was rubbing against Pete's cock, too. She was making it happen, drawing them together over the flesh of her

breasts, pressing the heads of both shafts together, and simultaneously licking them.

Jesus God.
Part of him wanted to stop. He couldn't be doing this. He wasn't gay or bi—

he'd never wanted another guy in his life.

But he
didn't
stop. She was so wild and dirty, and so close to exploding in his mouth.

So he sucked her clit, and he soaked up the pleasure she delivered, and at first he tried to forget part of that pleasure was coming from Pete's cock, but then he just quit thinking so hard, and
just felt
the pleasure, building, growing, starting to consume him.

He glanced at Pete, but found his eyes closed and was glad.

That meant he could enjoy this without Pete knowing.

Shit, he was enjoying it. How the fuck was that possible?

Still, he licked his bad bunny's swollen nub, harder, harder, driving her onward, until

finally she screamed and pumped more intensely at his face and Pete's fingers, and her

orgasm hit so hard that it nearly rocked through his body, too. He nibbled her clit as she came, took it between his teeth, made her pull against him that way when she bucked.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God
..." she moaned, her release moving through him like hot liquid. Soon she was purring, "So good, so good," coming down from the high, and making him think maybe they would stop now. Stop moving in this particular way,

change positions,
something.

Only they didn't. All three of them kept heaving and thrusting at one another and

Brandon realized it didn't really matter what he thrust
against
in that moment—as long as it was flesh, it brought pleasure.

Pete's dick was hard against his—and God help him, that excited him. He was used to the

softness of a woman, not the rock-hardness of a guy. He kept moving, fucking her tits,

sometimes her hand, at the same time still meeting with the other stiff shaft in the bed.

His stomach contracted.

When Pete finally opened his eyes and glanced upward to where their cocks mingled,

Brandon caught the stunned look in his eyes. Then heard Wendy's voice—who'd clearly

seen as well. "Please don't make me stop," she pleaded. "They look so beautiful together, it's
so
hot,
so
fucking hot."

And neither guy stopped moving.

They didn't say a word or look at each other, but they didn't stop moving, thrusting,

sliding..

Fuck, it felt good.
Too
good. Her tits were like a pillow beneath the two dicks now, and Wendy rubbed them directly together, cock on cock, hard flesh against hard flesh.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, letting this happen.

But he tried not to think about it. He tried to think of pleasing her—tried to ignore the fact that it pleasured him, too.

He was going to come soon. From this—rubbing his cock against Pete's.

No, from all of it, from everything.

Yeah, that was better. Think of it that way and it didn't interfere with his mounting

excitement as much.

And part of him—the
I'm-not-gay
part—didn't want Pete to hear his reaction, but he couldn't stop his hard breathing, and when he knew he was about to erupt, he couldn't

hold in a whispered, "Fuck. Now. God."

Then came the mighty rush of hot come, spewing all over Wendy's tits and stomach, and

he heard his own moans and had to let them out because what difference did it really

make now?

And still, it satisfied him, on more than one level, when Pete's orgasm followed, that he was muttering, "Shit, shit, here I go," and when he felt Pete's hot semen splatter across
his
cock,
his
stomach.

Now, finally, the three of them went still.

He opened his eyes to glance upward at his messy bunny. Unlike other times, he didn't

rub it in, but he couldn't help thinking it was beautiful, his and Pete's come mixing

together—for her. And it was even more beautiful when
she
reached down to massage it thoroughly into her breasts, biting her lip, watching herself do it. God, he wanted to wrap around her right now.

But he had weirder things to deal with. So he said to Pete, over her thighs, "Let's not ever talk about this."

Pete met his eyes only briefly to say, "Agreed." Then he got up and started getting dressed.

It gave Brandon the opportunity to ease up beside Wendy in the bed, but he remained

freaked out, thinking:
For no other
woman would
I have allowed that to happen.
And he didn't plan to let it ever happen again, but he was still shocked and unable to deny that...

it had felt good.

Apparently he wasn't the only one bringing people out of their shells here—apparently

there were things she could draw from him, too, things he'd never even imagined.

Wendy lay in bed with Brandon. Pete was gone, and she was amazed—at herself. Her

breasts still gleamed with her lovers' come.
Both
of her lovers. Good God, what had happened to her?

But she knew the answer. Pleasure had happened to her. And confidence. And freedom.

And she had the man who lay next to her to thank for all of it.

Of course, who knew? Maybe if she hadn't found Brandon, she would have found some

other guy in the village that night, some other guy who was hot and smart and sweet and

sexually generous. Or maybe she would have hooked up with Pete on the beach the next

day and she'd have had just as good and bold an experience. But then, Pete had

approached her because she'd looked familiar, because he'd seen her with Brandon the

previous night. If not for that, Pete probably would have been one more hot guy in trunks to walk past her that day and set her blood humming—with no result.

When she thought of what Brandon had done tonight—not just sharing her with Pete, not

just encouraging her in that direction, but what he'd done
with
Pete, sort of, for her—it blew her mind.

She'd never been particularly aroused by the idea of guys together before, but suddenly, having two magnificent hard cocks at her disposal, she'd realized it excited the hell out of her when they touched each other. Her chest contracted now just thinking about it.

Yet then a rather icky, morbid thought hit her, and she turned to Brandon in bed. "You really wanted all that, right?"

He blinked, then met her gaze. "Huh?"

"None of what happened tonight was because ... well, because of business? Because you want my endorsement with Walter?"

He pursed his lips, then propped on one elbow to peer down at her.
"Of course
I want your endorsement with Walter, but I thought we agreed not to bring our business into our pleasure. And let's get something straight here, bunny. When it comes to sex, I do what I want—nothing more, nothing less."

"So, uh... what you did with Pete, that was really... for me. And for you. Not for the resort in any way."

He blinked again, and this time looked a little caught off guard. "Do we have to talk about that?"

"Just answer me."

He sighed. "It wasn't about the resort, okay? Believe me, the resort was the last thing on my mind."

"Okay," she said, relaxing.

He lay back down, staring up at the ceiling fan turning above the bed. "On the other hand, I don't plan to do it again and I'm kinda freaked out that it happened at all, so I'd rather not discuss it."

Next to him, she couldn't help smiling, teasing him. "I thought you were a little kinky."

"Emphasis on the little, bunny. There's a big difference between being kinky and being into other guys."

She couldn't believe how troubled he sounded about it— given all the new things
she'd
done over the past couple days. "Come on, relax—it's not that big a deal," she told him.

"Look at it this way. At least I didn't try to put a cucumber up your ass."

At this, he let out a loud laugh, then met her gaze, still smiling.

"Thank you, though," she added, "for, you know, not stopping."

"I couldn't bring myself to spoil your fun."

She lowered her chin, bit her lip. "Well, not all men would have cared so much about...

my fun."

"What can I say?" he told her. "I'm just an all-around good guy"

She giggled softly, but then her humor faded, because he really was amazingly generous

that way. So she followed one more instinct tonight by leaning over to kiss him on the

cheek.

Their eyes met and she felt something moving between them—something good, sweet,

and she knew in that brief moment that their souls had connected.

But it's only temporary. That can happen in life. You can have profound connections with
people without having a lasting relationship come from
it.

Did White Bikini Babe ever share that kind of connection with a lover? Wendy sighed,

doubting it. But she still refused to let herself care too much for Brandon. For all the reasons she'd had when this started—it wouldn't seem so much like a grand success if she ended up felling for her hot stud—and for the newer reasons, too. It plain wasn't healthy to be hung up on a business associate. Especially when there would be millions of dollars concerned.

"I should go," she said, starting to sit up, look for her panties. The rest of her clothes, she remembered, were out on the balcony.

But Brandon closed his hand around her wrist. "Stay, it's late. No reason for you to walk back in the dark tonight. And I happen to know you don't have any meetings scheduled in

the morning." He concluded with a wink.

"I still have work to do, though."

"What's on your agenda?"

"Well, given that there're golf, tennis, basketball, shuffle-board, mini golf, and bike rentals on the property, and that I haven't yet checked out
any
of those, I was planning on doing' that."

"Do you golf?"

'A little. Not well. But I know when to use a wood and when to use an iron."

"Great. We'll go golfing in the morning. I'll show you our best course. It was voted one of the top twenty in the country last year."

Despite herself, the idea appealed. Even though she knew it would be wise to put some

distance between them tomorrow. She already knew she'd be seeing him tomorrow night,

of course—on his way out the door, Pete had reminded them about dinner at his place.

And she couldn't even really think that far ahead right now, to what it would be like to face Pete after tonight, and to meet the girl he was dating, knowing what she'd done with him less than twenty-four hours earlier—but the one thing she knew was that it wouldn't

be smart to keep spending more and more time with Brandon.

"The problem with that," she said, "is that if I'm with
you,
I won't get to see how the average patron is treated. Just like at Sharky's."