‘We’re here to serve, m’lady,’ he says with a cheeky, mischievous smile as he attempts a courteous bow.
‘And that pleases me no end,’ I agree with a wink.
I’m thankful they leave me to wallow in my soft, smoky, vodka haze while they continue their dancing and parading around.
When I look around the room again, I notice Jeremy, like Patrick, is only wearing a towel low on his waist.
‘Do you think you belong to a male harem? Look at you both. You look hilarious.’
They do look absurd, but as I watch them I find myself noticing more and more how their muscles move and how firm their bodies are. I flush at the thought of having them in my own personal harem.
Then suddenly, they are either side of me on the lounge stealing all of the pillows.
‘What are you doing?’ I holler at them. ‘Give them back, they’re mine, you can’t, it’s not fair.’
They think this is hysterically funny as they strip me of my pillows and I try to retrieve them.
‘Come on, AB, you’ve been there for ages. The pillows can’t be more important to you than us, can they? Let them go …’
And Jeremy then plants a kiss on my lips, his tongue penetrating my mouth.
I am a bit stunned that he would do such a thing in front of Patrick. I look toward Patrick and notice the same lust in his eyes as there is in Jeremy’s.
I notice too late that they give each other a quick nod and before I know it, Patrick has my legs and Jeremy my upper body and they carry me towards Jeremy’s bed.
‘Boys!’ I’m laughing and squirming as the heavy rain continues belting down. ‘What are you doing?’
‘It’s only fair that you be in a towel, too. We just want to play a little.’ They toss me lightly on the bed. Jeremy unbuttons my jeans and slides down the zip. ‘Lift her up a little, Pat.’
He arches my back so Jeremy can slip off my jeans.
‘That’s it, sit her up.’ Jeremy lifts the shirt over my shoulders and arms.
I look straight into his eyes, questioning, unsure of what to do or how I should be feeling. Or exactly what is going on for that matter. He then pauses and asks me quietly ‘Do you want us to stop?’
‘No.’ I slowly shift my head from side to side. I don’t want them to stop. Who in their right mind would say no to being pleasured by two buff, virile men on a dark and stormy night? Certainly not me! The heat in my belly immediately spreads to more sensual areas.
He unleashes a massive grin. ‘It’s okay, GG. I know you want to play as much as we do. We promise to give you our undivided attention. Just relax and enjoy the ride!’
‘GG?’ This is new.
‘Gorgeous Girl, of course!’
Great, my list of nicknames is growing exponentially tonight.
He then turns to Patrick. ‘You undo her bra and take her knickers off while I hold her in position.’
I can’t quite believe this is happening and am utterly mesmerised by the hot naked maleness surrounding me — completely tantalised by the thought of what might happen next. Is this really happening to me? Apparently so, it seems to be my lucky night! So I let them lay me back on the bed, fully naked, eagerly anticipating their next move, and allow them to play with me, caress my breasts, nibble my earlobes, kiss my stomach, share me, suck me, probe me. I close my eyes, open them, and see Jeremy sucking my nipples. Moaning, I close my eyes again and then open them to see Patrick languidly drawing a line with his tongue along my inner thigh. They explore parts of my body together, then separately and then together again, each finding their own unique ways to take me to uncontainable heights.
For many hours.
And it is spectacular.
My head is resting in Patrick’s lap, still wrapped in the towel as they engage in some anatomy-type conversation that I am not even pretending to follow. He is stroking my hair and fanning it out over his crossed legs as Jeremy lies sideways next to us. Patrick lowers a spliff to my lips and I inhale lightly, looking up at him. Quite relaxing as I’m already lying down, and happy to have a break from the intricate attention their hands and mouths have been giving to my body. I’m floating in both body and mind.
Pat feels my forehead. ‘Lexi, you’re burning up. Are you feeling alright?’
‘Yeah, great, I think, although it does feel quite hot and stuffy in here.’
‘Not surprising.’ They laugh.
‘Let me get the thermometer,’ offers Jeremy.
‘Not necessary, J,’ I say, laughing with them. Patrick’s fingers continue to caress my hair and it feels serene. I take a deep breath and let myself float off into a cloudy haze. I am brought back to stark reality as Jeremy throws my legs over his shoulders, spreads my butt cheeks and inserts the thermometer up my arse, presumably lubricated as it has no problem sliding in. I attempt to hoist myself upwards only to be kept calmly in place on Patrick’s lap as he pins my shoulders toward the bed.
‘Jeremy!’ I exclaim. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Taking your temperature, AB. We wouldn’t want to let anything serious happen to you when we can take necessary precautions. We’re both nearly doctors, you know.’
‘I’m absolutely fine. Get that fucking thing out of my arse.’
‘Just hold still another minute or so. It wouldn’t be good to have mercury leak into your sweet spot now, would it?’
His words, believable or not, ensure I don’t move a muscle until he removes the invading object.
‘Oh yes, esteemed colleague, you are correct. Thirty-eight point five. Well diagnosed. Lucky I have just the remedy.’
‘I do not have a temperature, Jeremy, you idiot.’ I recommence my squirming.
‘Please calm the patient, Doctor McCluskey.’
Patrick swiftly clamps my mouth shut with his thick fingers. Jeremy shifts my arms above my shoulders, which Patrick obligingly pins to the bed with his solid football legs. I groan without much success of creating any real noise.
What now? I think. They must be exhausted. I am.
