A billion apologies to those of you who are following this - I don't usually take this long to update, but somehow this chapter gave me an insane amount of trouble. Hope it was worth the wait. ;)
It was the noise of the boat's engine that finally woke her. It took Isabela a moment to identify it though, as her sleep-addled brain tried to make sense of her unfamiliar surroundings. A quick glance at the bedside clock showed that it was almost noon. She hadn't slept as long and as peacefully in ages.
Isabela took her time waking up, yawning and stretching. The boat… that had to mean Duncan had arrived! And sure enough, the sound of two deep, male voices from downstairs confirmed her suspicion. Smiling to herself, she got out of bed to freshen up and throw on her tunic. She didn't bother with panties. Somehow she was pretty sure she wouldn't need them.
Besides, it was nice to feel the air on her skin, caressing her intimately. Maybe she should leave off the tunic, too, and just settle for being naked altogether. It was certainly warm enough. So good to be away from the cold, so good to be able to forego scarves and hats and coats, all those outer layers that made life so cumbersome in winter. Then again, the guys would probably appreciate a little gift wrapping...
When she arrived at the dining room area, she was greeted by a sight that any girl would have killed for. The two men were locked in a tight embrace, Riordan leaning against the table in a deceptively relaxed position, while Duncan was kissing him with his usual impetuousness, grinding against him, eager for more.
Riordan was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and Duncan's shirt had already been discarded on the floor as well. They made such a lovely study in contrasts, one of them slim, lean, and pale, the other darker and bulkier, both of them moving with a grace that was natural and wholly unselfconscious.
Fascinated, Isabela watched them kiss, enjoying the small noises they made, the almost imperceptible tightening of Riordan's hand on Duncan's upper arm, the sudden jerk of Duncan's hips when he was pulled in tighter. They were so beautiful, and they moved in such perfect harmony that it would have been a shame to disturb them.
It was a good thing that the villa's staff wouldn't be around until three o'clock, she mused. Handpicked by Anora Kingsley for their discretion and efficiency, they usually came in early in the morning to prepare breakfast and clean the downstairs rooms, then returned in the afternoon to pick up shopping lists, leave a few delicious snacks in the fridge, and clean the bedrooms. They wouldn't get in the way of whatever shenanigans the villa's inhabitants were up to.
When the two men finally broke the kiss, Duncan rested his forehead against Riordan's, smiling and looking happy and at peace. "It's good to see you."
"You, too." Riordan smiled back, and for a moment, they seemed wholly lost in each other's eyes.
But then Riordan glanced up and saw her. "Isabela. Come here."
There was a hint of steel in his voice that sent a pleased tingle down her spine, and judging from Duncan's brief shiver, it had much the same effect on him.
Isabela complied, inserting herself between the two of them with a soft laugh, raising her lips to offer them to Duncan for a welcome kiss. He wasted no time on pleasantries, just groaned, deep in this throat, and claimed her mouth like a man starved for weeks.
She let herself sink back against Riordan's hard body, caught between the two of them, and it felt so good, so natural, and so very, very hot. Duncan was fiddling with the lacings of her tunic already, trying to bare her breasts to his touch. When he succeeded, he moaned again, gathering them in both hands, kneading them almost too roughly, but she didn't have it in her to protest.
Riordan was pushing up the hem of her tunic and she arched into his touch, smiling to herself at his sharp intake of breath when his hand found nothing but bare skin.
"Damn it, Isabela, you-" His voice was rough. "You drive me wild."
She could feel it, too, what she was doing to him, both of them, and it was intoxicating and exhilarating, having them both pant for her, both of them hard and ready for more. And she was so wet already that Riordan's two fingers slipped inside her with ease, so wet and so open that she didn't mind at all when two of Duncan's joined his, and they both worked themselves deeper and deeper inside her.
Isabela whined with pleasure, and she was almost disappointed when Riordan withdrew his hand and moved it slowly further back, probing questioningly against her other entrance with his slick fingers. Most of her other lovers weren't too interested in that kind of play, and she herself could take it or leave it, if she was quite honest. It felt nice, but not spectacular. Yet, Riordan was obviously skilled, and she trusted him, so she made a small affirmative noise to let him know that it was okay to proceed.
And he did, and yes, he knew what he was doing. Duncan was clearly getting a kick out of the whole thing, too, his eyes widening when he glanced downward to watch what they were doing, his cock straining against his pants so hard she took pity on him and unbuttoned his fly with nimble fingers. Stepping back, he quickly produced a condom from his pockets, and rolled it on.
"Wow. You've planned ahead." She couldn't resist teasing him.
"Never hurts to be prepared." Duncan grinned, a tad smugly.
Riordan's fingers inside her kept twirling and stretching while his left hand travelled down the back of her thigh in a slow caress. Before she could quite work out his intention, he lifted her leg in one smooth move, opening her up and offering her to Duncan who didn't have to be asked twice. He was inside her with one single, hard stroke, making her cry out sharply in surprise.
"Okay?" He looked concerned, and she couldn't resist pulling him in for a kiss.
"Absolutely," she breathed against his lips.
Behind her, Riordan moaned impatiently. "Damn it, if only I had some lube."
"Shhh." She managed to twist around enough to kiss him, too. "We have two whole weeks, guys. Now, no more talking. Fuck me, Duncan."
"Gods, yes." Duncan was clearly past caring about the details.
Isabela loved every moment of it: Duncan's thick, hard cock filling her; Riordan's fingers making everything even tighter, more intense; the precarious balance of standing up adding an even bigger thrill to their frenzied coupling. She came so quickly, and so hard, that she ended up biting down on Duncan's shoulder, deep enough to draw blood, deep enough to make him cry out in pain even as he finished inside her.
"You didn't happen to bring a second condom, Boy Scout?" Riordan sounded so frustrated when he pulled away his hand that it made her laugh.
"We could always go upstairs," she purred, rubbing herself against his erection in a blatant invitation.
Riordan made a small strangled noise, and Duncan laughed softly. "Well, if you can't wait, I've got an idea."
Soon Duncan had her arranged on her back on a soft rug, with her head in his lap, gesturing for Riordan to straddle her. When he took hold of her breasts to press them firmly around Riordan's weeping shaft, Isabela had to bite her lip not to moan aloud. True, this position didn't actually yield much in terms of direct stimulation for her, but it was still immensely exciting, being caught between them, both of them worshipping her body with their eyes and hands. Just watching the look of utter delight on Riordan's face was a rare treat.
Duncan chuckled as well, then carefully ran his fingertips over her nipples. They immediately perked up under his attention, and he kept up his caresses, soft and insistent, with the occasional sharp pinch to spice things up. Riordan watched with captive interest, a look of intense concentration on his pale face, but soon he could no longer stop himself from moving.
He started out with soft, rolling thrusts but quickly lost control, jerking harder against her, flinching at the intense friction. A bit of oil might have been a good idea. Still, Riordan didn't seem to mind, and in the end, it didn't really matter. Duncan's hands tightened on her firm mounds, pushing them together so closely he could bend down and lick one firm swathe over both her nipples. Riordan whined at the sight and came with a last, almost desperate thrust, spilling all over her, his whole body shaking with the force of it. Duncan made a soft, appreciative noise, then pulled Riordan in for a long, gentle kiss.
Isabela sat up carefully, doing her best not to mess up the rug. Riordan flashed her a quick, apologetic smile. He was still panting so hard she could see his flanks move. Somehow Duncan managed to find his shirt and handed it to her for a quick clean-up. She grimaced, but deep inside, she was thrilled at the power she held over them, tingly with pride at how much pleasure they took from her body.
"Shower?" Duncan's deep, warm voice carried more than just a hint of humour.
"Yes, please." She let him help her to her feet and motioned for the two of them to follow her. "Come. There's something I need to show you."
Duncan couldn't take his eyes off Isabela's curvy body as he followed her to the back of the villa, Riordan close behind him. He had missed her, had missed this, more than he'd realized. The past few weeks had been grey and boring, lots of administrative stuff taking up his time and energy at work. He was sick and tired of wasting his time on healthcare management, when there were so many other, more worthwhile things to do. And his personal life had been just as dull and uneventful.
Yes, it was good to be with Isabela again, and with Riordan, good to feel them, to touch them, to enjoy the thrill it still gave him to sleep with them both. Good to let them take care of him, too. While the three of them weren't exclusive, he hadn't really been with anyone else in the past few months. Duncan was a passionate man, and it wasn't like him to go for so long without sex. But, somehow it had seemed too much of an effort to go looking for adventure elsewhere.
And now here he was, back with the two of them, in a setting that was almost too beautiful to be true. He'd only caught a glimpse of the villa so far, but there could be no doubt that no expense had been spared in making it as luxurious as possible, and he was old enough to appreciate the comfort. Though really, he'd probably have settled for a rough hut on the beach just to be in this gorgeous place. The warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze swaying the palm trees, the scent of the tropical flowers, sweet without being cloying… If this wasn't paradise, it was damn close.
Isabela took them to a little enclosed space at the back of the house, next to the pool. Beautifully carved wooden screens surrounded a tiled outdoor shower, equipped with a nice array of soaps and shampoos.
"Come on." She beckoned for Duncan and Riordan to join her. "You'll like this."
When she turned on the spray, Duncan cried out in surprise. The water was soft and warm, and it came down in a steady stream, like a gentle, tropical rain. Isabela's eyes were closed in bliss as she stepped under the showerhead, raising her arms in a wholly unselfconscious gesture. Her breasts rose with the movement, and it was such a beautiful sight that it made Duncan swallow.
Stepping behind her, he reached for the soap and began to work it into her skin. She felt so incredibly good like this, all slippery and smooth, the weight of her breasts in his hands enough to drive a man mad. Riordan watched for a heartbeat, smiling, then dropped on his knees before her. Instinctively, Duncan tightened his grip on her to keep her steady as Riordan's tongue darted out to caress her. Isabela cried out, her whole body shivering with delight.
It wasn't long before her cries turned into breathless moans and whimpers. Duncan kept holding her until she started thrashing in his arms, gasping for air as the water streamed over her face and her luscious body. She came with a final, high-pitched cry, clinging to him for balance. Riordan got to his feet with a cocky smile and reached behind himself with one hand to turn off the spray, before pulling them both into a long, gentle embrace.
"You know, a girl could get used to this." Isabela sounded hoarse, but happy.
They found some large, fluffy towels just outside the shower cabin, then headed for the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. A large platter of fruit awaited them on the table, mangoes and papayas and guavas, and some others Duncan didn't recognize, beautifully arranged and wonderfully fresh and juicy.
"So, what else is there to do on the island?" Duncan made himself comfortable and smiled at Riordan.
"You mean apart from swimming, good food, and amazing sex? Do you really need anything else?" There were laugh-lines around Riordan's grey eyes, and he looked more relaxed than Duncan had ever seen him. "I don't know. We could go exploring, I guess."
"Later." Isabela's voice was strict, as she handed them each a cocktail glass, complete with cherries and bright paper parasols. "For now, there's a deckchair with your name on it right next to the pool. After all…" She gave him a cheery wink. "I need you well rested tonight. Both of you."
Huge hugs and thanks to my amazing beta suilven.