Page 13 of Craving Paradise

I gather enough strength to turn my head and look into her blue eyes.

“You could say that.”

Ren rewards me with a smile. “Do you think you have enough energy to move over to the bed? The night isn’t over yet.”

Do I have the energy to get up from the massage table? I don’t know. It feels like I’m in a cocoon, and honestly, I don’t want to lose that feeling.

“I promise you don’t have to do a thing other than lie there.”

Okay, I can do that.

I push up from the massage table on shaky arms, pull my deflated dick from the hole, and roll onto my side, so I can throw my feet over the edge and sit up. I’m lightheaded, but Ren steadies me as Vixen fixes herself in the bathroom. Ren helps me off the massage table and escorts me to the four-poster bed.

There are a million cushions on the bed, and Ren scatters them to the floor before propping up a couple of pillows for me to lay against. I settle into the middle of the bed as Vixen comes out of the bathroom with a glass of water for me. I take it from her and throw it back in one large gulp, not realizing how thirsty I am.

Vixen takes the glass from me again and goes to the bathroom to get me another refill.

A bell chime goes off, and Ren moves toward the wall where she presses a button, a hidden window opens, and there’s a tray of food there. Ren picks up the tray and brings it over to the bed.

“I thought you might need some sustenance before continuing,” Ren explains as she places the tray onto the bed.

There are a couple of beef sliders on a white plate, a basket of fries, a bottle of beer, a bowl of strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and a bottle of champagne. Wonder what that’s for?

Vixen returns and places the glass of water onto the bedside table. She then presses a button on the bed, and out pops a padded platform that hangs out over the edge of the bed.

What the hell is that? Cool design feature, but I wonder what it’s used for?

“You should eat,” Ren says, holding out a slider to me.

I take it from her and bite into the small burger, not realizing how starving I am until the burger’s juiciness hits my tongue. Moments later, the slider has vanished, it hasn’t even touched the sides of my stomach. I lift the bottle of beer and tip it back, taking a large gulp of the golden goodness. This is the life—beer, burgers, and beautiful women.

When I look up, Vixen is now naked, the black slip dress discarded from her body. She steps up to the platform and sits right in front of Ren and me. She slowly opens her legs, exposing her bare pussy to us, and then runs her fingers between her wet folds.

I almost choke on my burger as I wasn’t expecting this—dinner and a show. I think I could get used to that kind of service. My dick tries to twitch awake, but he’s still in a sleepy mode. It’s okay. I’m sure once we’ve had a good feed, he’ll be raring to go.

4

LAUREN

Mr. Fox seems relaxed now I have worked through those tense muscles. Everything about him seems lighter after that session, and why wouldn’t it be? He got his dick sucked by one of the best. And now he’s replenishing himself with a light supper while Vixen and I get him ready for the next round. I love playing with Vixen. She’s so much fun. There are a few women I play with—she is one of them. He’s transfixed on Vixen as he slowly devours his fries. She teasingly puts on a show for him while he’s eating, running her fingers through her folds, opening herself up for him. Teasing both herself and him, she slips a finger inside her and lets out a moan as she does.

“Sucking you off made me so wet,” she murmurs to Mr. Fox, whose brows raise high on his face at her confession.

If he thinks this is great, he has no idea how much better it is about to get. I grab the can of whipped cream, give it a good shake, and then take some strawberries and crawl up onto the bed on all fours, naked. I crawl over to where Vixen is sitting on the platform and place the strawberries beside her. I give the can a couple more shakes to ensure it’s ready, then press the button and spray the cream over her breast. I grab the fruit, run it through the cream, then place it in my mouth.

Mr. Fox chokes on his beer, not expecting it.

“You’ve been such a good boy. It’s time for your dessert.”

He places his empty plates on the bedside table and sits up a little in the bed.

I drag another strawberry through the cream, crawl back over to where Mr. Fox is sitting, and place it against his lips.

He takes it from me, his mouth wrapped around my fingers. He gives me a wide grin as he sucks the berry from my fingers.

I crawl back over to where Vixen is on all fours, making sure Mr. Fox gets a good view, and then, on the other breast, I spray another dollop of cream against her nipple and lick it off her. She groans when I give her a bit of a nip.

“Fuck, yes,” Mr. Fox moans behind us.