I looked at the jet ski bobbing in the water, nodding as I saw what he meant. “Gotcha.”
“Good. Then there are a couple rules to follow,” Rob said. “One, start slow and stay under control. And two, you stick with me. Don’t try racing off, even when you’re feeling good about things.”
“And if I do?” I teased.
He frowned. “My machine’s faster, so I will shut you down. And the last rule is that the lifejacket stays on as long as you’re on the water. When we get to the island, you can take things off. Not before that.”
Things? I could see myself taking off more than just a lifejacket—if Rob wanted that, of course. And I hoped I could get him to take off a few things too.
“All sounds good. I’m on board.”
We headed out, Rob’s jet ski next to mine as we approached the island. The wind whipped past my ears and my smile grew as we slowly increased speed. When we approached the island, Rob led the way to the backside, where I spotted an idyllic little cove of pure white sand.
What got me was the sight of two other jet skis already there.
“Oh man,” I said as we arrived, “someone beat us to it,”
“Thosesomeonesare two guys you know,” he said, taking my hand. “Trust me, Tana. You’re going to enjoy this.”
There was something undeniably sexy in his voice. Even if it were just a fantasy, or I was freaking deluding myself that these guys gave a shit about me… I could go with it.
As we waded from our jet skis through the shallow water to the beach, who other than Chay and Jean-Pierre step out of a grove of trees, both stripped to the waist, wearing giant smiles.
“Oh my god,” I said, laughing.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Chay said, placing a juicy kiss on my lips. “What a pleasure.”
He kissed me again, finding my nipple and stroking it. Electricity bubbled out of my every pore, the feeling intensifying as Rob ran his hand down my back to my ass.
“He’s right,” Rob purred in my ear. “It is a pleasure to be here with you. A big pleasure,” he said, taking my hand and placing it on his cock.
Jean-Pierre stepped up, grabbing a fistful of my long hair. “As Rob would say in his American, you’ve been eye fucking us since the airport. It is time to do something about that, do you agree?”
Oh, fuck yes. It’s time. Actually, it was past time.
“So,” Rob said, “let’s start with the first thing on the menu.
I turned to face him. “Okay. What’s that?”
Jean-Pierre put his hand on my shoulder and applied gentle pressure. “Get on your knees,ma belle. Time to find out.”
* * *
8
Secluded Beach
Jean-Pierre’s cockswelled as soon as I touched it, and I was entranced, slowly stroking him to full hardness. He was the epitome of a man, perfectly proportioned, lean and strong, and then there was the glorious cock and the heavy balls that hung just behind them.
Pure perfection.
He didn’t have to do much persuading, my mouth already watering, my urge to lick him from base to tip so stronger he’d have to fight to stop me.
Not that he wanted to.
“Mon dieu,”he murmured, rocking his hips.
While I worked on him, other hands touched my body, and I momentarily pulled back from Jean-Pierre to see Rob and Chay, both having stripped out of their swim trunks, on either side of me, their own cocks hard and ready. I looked up at Jean-Pierre and he nodded, letting go of my head long enough to allow me to shift to the side and have a taste of Chay.