Page 4 of Crossing the Line
I haven’t been to this particular hotel before, but I know it’s a five-star rated property, and the bathroom unsurprisingly matches the rest of the suite in the luxury of both decor and space. The shiny stone bench tops and marble tiling provide a welcome sense of opulence, and I run my hands experimentally along the cool surfaces before stripping off completely and stepping in to the shower cubicle. Though cubicle is probably the wrong word. This space is huge. It’s one of those double size units with two shower heads, one at each end, and it will easily fit all three of us if they decide to join me in here. I hope they do.
The black tiles are so highly polished I can see the reflection of my hard-on in their shiny surface. It’s already huge, and raring to go. One kiss with Julia, in the knowledge that Tam is looking on all jealous and slightly turned on, and I’m right back to being a horny teenager. I wash quickly and wait, annoyed that my heart rate has increased so much and I suddenly feel on edge. So what if they don’t join me? We’ve only just met, it shouldn’t be this big of a deal. But why aren’t they coming in?
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to concentrate on the soothing warmth of the water as it cascades down my body. Trying to slow my heart rate back down to normal. What’s wrong with me tonight? The smell of soap rises up and I inhale again. No idea what the scent is, but there’s a hint of citrus—orange maybe?—that now permeates the whole bathroom. Relax. Breathe out. And in again. Slowly.
After a few minutes, I guess they’re not going to join me. Pity. I could really get into these two. Their commitment to each other is … rare these days, especially in the world of ménage sex. I shrug, telling myself that I don’t really care. I’m about to turn off the water, wondering how and when I’ll get to relieve myself of this erection, when the snick of the door sounds and suddenly Jules and Tam are in the bathroom with me.
The intense rush of relief showcases my earlier lie. Of course I care.
Tam has already shed the robe and his hard-on is about as active as my own. He’s so sexy. I want to kneel down in front of him and suck that long, hard length in so deep he ends up halfway down my throat.
Instead I suck in my suddenly ragged breath and hold it, staring through the water-marked glass of the shower cubicle and waiting for Julia. Come on, lovely lady. Please hurry.
She moves more slowly than Tam, releasing the belt with what seems like deliberate indolence as her nakedness is revealed, inch by unhurried inch, until her robe eventually slithers down her legs to pool on the floor near her feet. Jeez. Does she know just how erotic that move was? Yes, there’s a knowing awareness in her hazel eyes as she gazes first at me, then at her husband. Of course she knows.
And she’s stunning. So fucking stunning. Those generous curves clearly belong to a more mature woman, but her pale skin is a refreshing change to the current fad for fake tanning among younger women, and my fingers involuntarily curl on the glass as the urge to touch her almost overwhelms me.
Her mound is not quite bare; just the way I like it. There’s a tiny, neat triangle of dark blonde-colored pubic hair at the top of her slit that looks as if it has been deliberately left to point the way down to her clit. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes when I see it. Julia obviously has a wicked sense of humor.
A spurt of pre-cum escapes my dick and the air seems thick with sexual tension. I let out my held breath slowly, struggling once again to keep my heart rate in check as I open the cubicle door in invitation. Something I need to clarify first though. They’ve both committed, coming in here, and now it’s time for me to do the same. I swallow hard and let them in on a little truth.
“My name’s Dominic, not Darcy. I don’t use my real name in these situations, usually, but…” I swear, these two are going to be the death of me. Pounding heart, shortness of breath, and now, I can feel unwanted heat brightening my cheeks. A goddamn blush? For Christ’s sake! “I hope that doesn’t change anything for you. I just … wanted you both to know who I really am, before … you know.”
Silence. Then suddenly, a burst of bright laughter from Jules. “Thank goodness. I like the name Dominic much better than Darcy.”
Tam’s grin is a little uncertain, as if he doesn’t quite know why Jules is laughing. His shrug is polite. “Doesn’t bother me.”
The tension I didn’t even know I was holding leaves my body in a rush and I open the shower door wider. “What are you waiting for then?” My voice comes out low and gravelly. “I know you showered earlier, but this time will be quite different to last, I can promise you that.” My grin expands at the myriad of expressions that cross their faces. Ménage virgins. I can’t wait. “Come on in.”
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Tam
Darcy’s—no, Dominic’s—voice is husky, thick with the desire he’s making no effort to hide. He shifts until he’s standing under one of the two shower heads, steamy water cascading down over those wide shoulders and sculpted abs. That slightly crooked grin is in play again. I like that grin. There’s something mysterious about it that promises much and yet gives away little. There’s a strange glitter in his eyes as he waits for us, and the profound novelty of this experience rolls through me. I shiver, equal parts nervous tension and excitement and step in to join him.
Julia follows quickly and positions herself under the second stream of water. She shakes out her shoulder-length hair with an unconsciously sexy movement, and my eyes follow rivulets of water as they meander over her breasts and down the familiar curves of her body. Her nipples are erect and water drips off the pink-tipped peaks like two leaking faucets. She’s sexy as fuck and my dick is so hard it hurts. I’m afraid I’m going to come too early and I close my eyes to try and block out the visual tease. I let out a tiny moan. What comes next? I have no fricking idea.
“Tam.” It’s Dominic who speaks first, and my eyes pop open as he touches my side. “I want to kiss you, too. Break the ice with us.”
Break the fucking ice? How much more ice-breaking do we need? We’re standing naked together in a shower and now, as he hooks me around the hip with an insistent arm, our hard-ons are mashed up against one another. He pulls me right into his embrace. Panic threatens and I turn my head, searching for Jules. Amusement lights up her face as she smirks at us.
“Kiss him, Tam, and relax. You might enjoy it.”
I open my mouth to respond, but whatever I was planning to say disappears straight out of my head when Dominic grips my chin, turns me back to face him, and closes his lips over mine. My first man kiss and it’s nothing like what I expected. It doesn’t feel as gentle as it looked when he kissed Jules. Instead there’s an urgency to the connection, and he’s straight into my mouth with his tongue as if he can’t wait to get there. Desire flares instantly, so strong and unexpected that I can’t help the groan that escapes. He swallows the sound and lets out an answering growl of his own, and then I’m lost in this strange and wonderful sensation. We keep kissing until I feel his hand on my cock and the reality of that pulls me out of the moment. His grip is larger than Julia’s, with more strength in the fingers and thumb, and by God he seems to know just how I like it. I guess when you’re packing the same kind of tool in your kit you become adept at knowing how to use it.
“Yes.” I manage the whispered encouragement just before he recaptures my lips in another potent kiss.
I admit, there was a part of me that didn’t want tonight to go well. I wanted to hate him, this Darcy, or Dominic, or whatever his name is. Someone who would dare to step into our lives and presume we would both drop everything and worship at his sexy feet. But he’s not like that, and this situation isn’t like that, and this kiss… It’s nothing like what I expected. The feel of his hard body against mine, his expert hand teasing my cock, and the unique texture and taste of his lips and tongue as he breaches my defenses, ramps up my need to a whole new level. Another groan forces its way up out of my throat at the same time as my anxiety materializes once again.
I can’t do this. Not without Jules by my side.
I push hard at his shoulders, breaking free of the kiss. I’m shocked at how ragged my breathing has become, and how close I am to releasing my load all over this stranger’s stomach. Blindly, I reach back toward Julia and she’s there instantly, her hand sliding into mine and gripping hard as if she knows exactly what I need.
“I’m here, Tam. We’re in this together.” She slips an arm around each of us, and then Dominic is kissing me again, but so is Jules this time, and somehow this three-way thing works. We’re in a searching, probing, delicious threesome kiss that logic says shouldn’t feel this fucking good. But it does. It feels just right and I don’t ever want it to end.
Jules is letting out these tiny whimpers that sound so goddamn sexy. It reminds me of the early days of our marriage. She used to make that sound when I entered her, and then again every time I thrust deep inside her channel. I love that sound. I love my wife so much. My hands shake, but I still manage to curl my fingers deeper into her dripping hair, cupping her scalp and keeping her as close as I can until finally our three-way kiss is broken.
Dominic shudders and desire whips through me. I direct it toward Jules, tugging at her hair in a moment of restrained ferocity. She throws her head back, exposing her neck and I’m so close I detect the tiny pulse vibrating in that soft spot at the “v” of her collarbone. It entices me, that spot. I lick her skin, sampling her familiar flavor and feeling her heartbeat right on the tip of my tongue. Her life force here in my mouth. She tastes like citrus. It’s the hotel soap, some kind of floral and orange concoction that smelled fresh and clean and enticing when we first opened the packet, and now seems to have soaked into her pores. I lick her again, then nuzzle down from her neck until I reach the swell of her left breast. Her nipple is poking toward me, nudging teasingly at my lips, and I open my mouth and take her in, suckling just the way she likes it.