The singles club out in Berkeley really seemed to be hopping that night. Will and Irene arrived there around eight, and they’d already spotted a desperate, needy-looking couple within half an hour and joined them for a drink.
“So, I’m Kyle, and this is Gena,” said the man as his eyes drank Irene in, reminding her of a crazed jack rabbit salivating over a mammoth-sized carrot. “What brings the two of you out to this little club tonight?”
“We’re just looking for a good time,” said Will with a salacious grin in Gena’s direction. “Our tastes are very—particular, and you two seemed like you might be able to help with that.”
“I see,” said Kyle, his own wolfish grin broadening. “Well, why don’t we hang out here a bit and see if that would be something we would want to pursue? My lady and I came here because we like to dance. What about the two of you?”
“Dancing is good,” Irene said with a shrug.
“Well, then, perhaps you’d like to cut a rug with me?”
“Sure, why not?” she agreed.
“And, Gena, why don’t you dance with me?” added Will, grasping her hand and practically dragging her onto her feet. She seemed to like the rough handling.
Remembering her true agenda, Irene started working at mesmerizing Kyle immediately. Within half an hour, he was so enthralled it was almost sickening.
“What do you two say we get out of here?” Will finally suggested. “I own a little cabana out on the coast, where we could have a much more interesting time than this.”
“Now you’re talking my language,” said Gena, grinning.
Will grabbed her hand and ghosted his lips over it teasingly. The look in his eyes even gave Irene butterflies when it wasn’t directed at her. She laughed at herself inwardly, wondering how it had been so easy to love Will when, with Cameron, it had been so difficult. She shook the thought away; it had no useful purpose in the activities of the night.
Giving herself a mental shake, Irene brought her mind back to the current moment. Gena was well on the hook, but Irene was supposed to be working on Kyle. “And your language, too?” she asked him in her most flirty manner.
“You know it,” he agreed, slipping an arm around her waist. “So, what’s it to be? We each take one girl out there? I’d like to bring this one in my car.”
“Irene and I prefer to remain together in all things,” Will told him, and he took the meaning for what it was.
“We generally prefer a swap,” said Kyle uncomfortably. “Is that a problem?”
Will and Irene exchanged a look. It was not their preferred method, but they needed to be full before they went to that party. They nodded at each other subtly.
Will said, “I think we can handle it this time.”
“Great, then Gena and I will follow you down, and then we can spend the rest of the evening any way we please,” Kyle replied, grinning suggestively.
“Sounds good,” said Will. “Follow me.”
*****
The waves were so close to the cabana that walking along the path that led up to it practically resulted in getting their feet wet. The building itself was up on stilts, just in case, a practice much more widely used on the eastern side of the United States.
“This is a nice place,” said Kyle as they approached. “Do you own the hotel too?”
“Yes,” said Will. “That, and a few others throughout the state. Hospitality is my mainstay, you might say.”
“That sounds like a lot of fun,” he said. “I suppose a business like that would give you all the free time you could ever want.”
“Yes, it does,” he agreed with a nod. “Come on in. Make yourself at home.”
Kyle and Gena preceded Will and Irene inside. They started to look around and soon realized there was only one bedroom. They gave each other a look, and he asked, “So, how were we supposed to divide and conquer in a one–bedroom?”
“Gena and I can take the bedroom,” Will shrugged. “I believe Irene likes to do it on the beach.”
His eyes widened with interest at the same time as Irene’s widened with surprise, though she was very quick to recover her poise and nod approvingly. “Yes, especially under the moonlight.”
“That does sound kind of hot,” Kyle conceded.
“This is a big beach,” said Gena. “Maybe we could all go outdoors.”
“What, none of us use this perfectly good bed?” asked Will with a laugh.
“Kyle and I can stay nearby,” said Irene. “We’ll let you and Gena take a stroll.”
Nodding and casting Irene a subtle smile, Will reached for Gena’s hand and brought her with him out onto the shoreline. Kyle and Irene merely stood watching them for a brief time before he reached out to grasp her by her chin. “You ready?”
“Ready to go back into the bedroom, maybe,” she commented dryly.
“You didn’t want to play out here either?” he chuckled.
“It’s okay, I guess, but nothing beats a nice, comfy bed if you ask me.”
“Won’t Will be annoyed that you didn’t want to do things his way?” he asked. “He seems like a controlling kind of guy.”
“Well, in some ways,” Irene conceded. “But he doesn’t have complete dominion over everything.”
“I know I should probably mind my own business, but I can’t stand the thought of somebody as pretty and as smart as you seem to be having a man pushing her around in such a way. Maybe you should just lose pretty boy and come be a third with Gena and me.”
“No way,” said Irene vehemently. “I happen to love Will very much, so please don’t ask me such things.”
“Great,” he said. “Sorry. Just thought I would try. You’re such a pretty little thing.”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind again,” she said, slightly frowning. “I think we can make do with the beach. Come with me.”
“What? Where?”
“I want to do it in the waves,” she explained.
“Oh, yeah, that sounds great,” he agreed.
Irene grasped his hand and pulled him along with her out to the sea, pushing him down into the wet sand and sitting on top of him. The idea of taking the man without Will watching repulsed her in a way, but she also knew that Will had originally said not to completely devour the prey tonight, either. She would have to figure out another way. Then, it hit her. Give the guy a blow job, of course, and bite him while he was coming. It had worked pretty well when she’d done it to Charles, so why not give Kyle here the same?
With that in mind, she quickly moved down his body, wet, sandy hands running along his now dirtied suit jacket until they came to the lapels and began to push the garment over his shoulders. He sat up and removed it, tossing it back up onto the dryer embankment.
“You’ve completely ruined my pants, woman,” he said a bit testily. “You’d better make this worth it.”
“Don’t sass me,” she scolded him, completely shifting from docile to dominant as she began to unbutton his shirt. “We’re not here to please you, Kyle. Right now, this is all about me.”
His eyes rounded with momentary surprise, and then his face relaxed in a mellow smile. “Oh, so that’s how you like to play, is it, mistress? Well then, I am yours to command. Ask away.”
“If you’re so worried about your clothes, why don’t you just take them all off?” she said. “Do it now.”
“Yes, mistress,” he replied, undressing for her. Realizing she probably didn’t want to ruin her velvet dress either, Irene removed it and set it on top of the pile. This left her in a black push-up bra and a lacy little thong, as well as her garters and some red heels. She took off the heels as well. She saw no point wearing them in the surf.
“Good lord, woman, you are the most gorgeous thing!” he gasped as he drank her in. Irene smiled wickedly.
“If you like what you see, then how about proving it to me?” she said. “Come and taste my pretty pink clitty. Come on, slave.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said eagerly. Irene stood there, legs parted and feet planted firmly, and as soon as his head was where she wanted it to be, she reached down to hold it in place.
“If you do a good enough job, slave, I might even reciprocate,” she told him with a wicked smile.
“You taste—divine!” Kyle managed to tell her between licks, and then he sucked her clit hard enough to make her knees quake. As she enjoyed the feel of him getting her off, her thoughts inevitably drifted to Will and Gena. She wondered what they were doing right about now.
Before her imagination on that matter could take her far, though, Kyle knocked her down into the waves. She laughed as he continued to tease her as the water crested right over his head once, twice, three times.
“Hey, stop that,” she told him. “Don’t you know you need to breathe?”
Pressing him back so his face wouldn’t be in the water, she took his cock into her mouth. As she pleasured him, she also managed to feed, leaving him weak but sated when he came.
“Come on, Kyle,” she said then, carrying him with her toward the house. “Let’s get you back inside.”