Pleasure Island. Lorie O'Clare
pressed against my bare shoulders and the back of my legs. His hands touched my cheeks, and he lifted my face to his. He had the most beautiful milk chocolate-colored eyes. And his lips. They were full, soft, and looked like they would be very, very good at kissing.
Nicolas’s face blurred when he brought his lips to mine. Then I realized, like a complete klutz, that I stared at him wide-eyed as he closed in for that first kiss. I must’ve appeared like some adolescent, who didn’t know the first thing about how to even return something as simple as a kiss.
“Oh,” I murmured when he pressed his mouth over mine.
I mentally kicked myself. I wasn’t some girl, ignorant of how to please a man. Maybe I didn’t get out every night, and unfortunately I didn’t have tons of conquests under my belt. But I knew how to be romantic. And I damn sure knew how to please a man and make him enjoy himself.
Opening my mouth, I tilted my head and closed my eyes. I was going to enjoy every damned minute of this. And oh, boy, was I off to a good start. The moment my body relaxed, Nicolas growled quietly, the sound reverberating straight to the core of my body. Every inch of me tingled as his tongue moved cautiously into my mouth and his lips sealed against mine.
And then the elevator did a very neat trick. It seemed to turn sideways when he deepened the kiss, or at least I would swear that it felt like it did. He brushed his fingers over my chin and then down my neck, barely touching me, yet igniting tiny fireworks that exploded inside me and created a burning passion that instantly throbbed furiously between my legs.
Nicolas brushed his tongue over my teeth and then, tilting his head and opening his mouth a bit further until I almost collapsed into his hard packed body, he devoured me like he’d kissed me a million times. His arm wrapped around me, holding me firmly against him. I don’t think I’d ever been turned on so much by just a kiss.
When he released my mouth, I was sure I would never breathe the same way again. I simply stared up at him, my jaw hanging open, and then ran my tongue over my lips and tasted him there still.
“You do that very well.” And I wanted more immediately.
“My turn.” Tomas took my hand and pulled me to him, then wrapped his arms around me and bent me over until I thought I’d fall on my back. Except his muscular arms kept me pinned against his virile body.
I groaned and didn’t even try to hold myself up. His arms were like steel. And he used his teeth. Just a bit. But when he nibbled on my lower lip something inside me exploded, like a dam that held all of my apprehension and nervousness broke and every bit of fear and uncertainty that I had about this place flowed out of me. I was suddenly as light as the air, floating and drowning at the same time. My nipples were so hard they ached. And my breasts swelled, suddenly aching painfully while being crushed against his rock-hard body.
“Holy shit,” I cried out when he straightened my body and let go of my mouth at the same time. “Who taught you to do that?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Tomas grinned, looking very pleased with himself.
“I’m sure in for a hell of a ride.” There I went babbling again, obviously no longer in control of anything that came out of my mouth with these two studs turning me into a pile of mush.
“Yes, you are,” Tomas promised, his grin wicked.
My heart beat so hard I could barely breathe as I stared at my two men. Both of them looked like they couldn’t wait to devour me.
“Just wait until we get to your room,” Nicolas promised.
3
Natalie
T he doors opened behind my two men and they reached for me, each of them taking my hand as the three of us left the elevator. Nicolas and Tomas continued holding my hands, like we were three lifelong best friends and guided me down a wide hallway with doors that were so spread out we’d passed two of them before I noticed the numbers on them.
“Here is your room.” Nicolas reached for the long gold handle and turned it down. The door opened, apparently unlocked. “Let’s make sure everything is to your liking. Rose will be here shortly and will make any adjustments that you wish. Once she leaves, it’s just the three of us for the rest of your time here. So now is the time to speak up if you aren’t pleased with something.”
I remembered the handbook saying that I had a certain amount of time to request a change if my escort wasn’t to my liking, or in my case now, my escorts.
“I don’t see anything I don’t like.” I stared at their firm asses as they walked in ahead of me.
It was my first chance to take in their backsides. The loincloths didn’t cover their bottoms and I got an eyeful of black and white buns of steel. Who the hell cared what the room looked like?
Rose swept into the room a few minutes later, placing my contract on the table by the balcony and bringing my brain back to matters of business. I sat at the table and didn’t pay a lot of attention to the three of them as they chatted easily about the weather and how wonderful a certain type of flower looked now that it was in full bloom. It was like the three of them truly lived a life without care, or had any problems like the rest of the world had.
They left me alone while I read every word of the contract. It was verbatim to the one that was offered as an example in the handbook. The only difference was that Rose changed the wording from singular to plural when referring to my escorts. Satisfied that everything was in order, I signed at the end of the contract, and dated it.
“Here is my personal cell phone number.” Rose handed me a pretty card, decorated with flowers and with her name and number etched in fancy calligraphy on it. “Paradise Island doesn’t have an operator. I’ll personally answer unless I’m with another client, in which case just leave a voice mail and I’ll call you back immediately. Of course room service will provide your meals here if you don’t wish to go to the dining hall. I’m sure you’ll find everything to be perfect. But if you need anything, just call me, or Nicolas or Tomas can get you whatever you want as well.”
“So far I’m very pleased,” I told her and was proud of myself for not blushing.
Rose looked like I just paid her the highest of compliments, her creamy cheeks glowing a pale pink as she smiled sincerely. “Very good. Enjoy your stay here.” Either she was a very skilled actress, or Rose sincerely loved her job and receiving compliments was something she took to heart. Maybe the skeptic in me leaned toward the former.
Tomas followed her to the door and closed it behind her then turned and grinned at me. “What do you want to do first?” he asked.
“Do you mind if we take these off?” Nicolas reached for his loincloth. “They really aren’t as comfortable as they look.”
“That’s fine.” Like I would tell him no. “And we can do whatever you two want to do.”
“Good.” Tomas slid his loincloth down his legs.
Apparently they fit like thongs, with thin elastic bands holding the small piece of material in place over their cocks.
Tomas straightened and I stared at the most perfectly shaped cock I’d ever seen in my life. “I would love to fuck you,” he told me.
“Or would you like to fuck me first?” Nicolas asked, shoving his loincloth down his thick thighs and then stepping out of it. “Although if you’re up to it, we could both fuck you at the same time.”
I gawked at one cock, and then the other. Here came the red blotches again. And I had to be imagining this. There weren’t even romance scenes in the books I loved reading that embarrassed me like this did. Worse yet, or maybe it wasn’t that bad I had to admit to myself, I loved it. My heart raced and my body was tormented with need that I knew would be more than satisfied. Both of them had raging hard-ons.
I snapped my mouth shut, suddenly aware that my jaw was almost hanging to the floor,