Paradise Island: Complete Edition (33 page)

To his credit, Rory stayed back where he was while Jack came up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly massaged them. He leaned in and whispered in my ear “You don’t have to do it. Just say no and we’ll forget about it.”

I turned around and took his hands off me. “Forget about it? How could I forget about you even thinking about such a thing.” I looked back to where Rory was, his head still down in shame. Yes, I found him attractive, but that didn’t mean I wanted to have sex with him. Or watch him have sex with my boyfriend. This whole thing was getting all kinds of fucked up. “Do you find him attractive? Are you two gay?”

The question sounded stupid as soon as it left my lips. Jack laughed but stopped when he saw the look on my face. “No, no. I’m mostly straight, which you should be well aware of. I don’t really find most men attractive, but Rory’s cute, right? And sex is sex. As far as Rory, I think he might be bi or bi-curious. But the thing you’re missing here is that he wants to, I mean we, we want you there. We both find you very attractive.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I need some air,” I said and got the hell out of there as fast as I could. “Don’t let me stop you from doing whatever the hell it is you want to do. I thought we had something special, Jack. I thought you loved me, and only me. But if you really loved me you wouldn’t even consider anything like this.”

I stormed out of the house in the middle of the night, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t that chilly outside and I needed to be alone right now. I needed to get away from Jack and Rory. I shivered at the thought of them together with me in bed. I heard Jack call out my name, telling me to come back, but I told him to leave me alone. He was smart enough not to follow me.

I walked barefoot in the sand, the ocean waves the only sound I could hear, and the stars above the only light. I cried and I cried and I felt sick to my stomach that I fell on my knees and just bawled my eyes out. How could Jack do this to me? Lucy’s words came back to me, about how all he cared about was sex and drugs, but when he met me he said all of that was in the past. That I was the only one for him. Only it was even worse than Lucy herself had imagined when she tried to hurt me with her callous, though now I knew, true words. Maybe Jack did love me in his own way, but I did notice how restless he became in the house after a few days. He was itching to go somewhere else, do something else...do someone else? The very thought made me uncomfortable. But why did it? Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe sex could be just sex. It was pretty fun with Jack, but I only had sex with him because I loved him. What would our relationship be like if I let Rory into our secret world? He was already a part of one small piece of it, Crow’s death, and I did like him. I loved his easy going nature and his dry British humor. Maybe the whole idea wasn’t crazy after all. Maybe this is what normal couples did behind closed doors. But me and Jack weren’t normal. We were broken, and we found each other, so why did he feel like he needed someone else all of a sudden?

I did appreciate his honesty about the whole thing, at least he didn’t go behind my back, but still it didn’t feel right to me. I dug my nails into my palms until I could feel skin break and immediately realized what I was doing. Before I could rationalize my action I turned around and walked back to the house. After everything that we had been through, I could not let Jack go, and if this was something he wanted to do, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. If I was being really honest with myself, I liked Rory a lot as well, and what difference would it make if the three of us shared physical intimacy?

I opened the door and found Rory and Jack sitting on the couch, as far apart as they could get. When Rory saw me he lifted his head from his lap and said “I’m sorry, Sophie. I’ll leave tonight. It was a stupid idea.”

I didn’t say anything. I just made my way to the couch and straddled Rory. I could see the surprise in his eyes when I leaned in for a deep kiss. It felt strange to kiss someone else besides Jack, but it was also strangely exciting, strangely arousing even. Once the kiss ended I turned toward Jack and immediately he leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. He tried to say something but I put my finger on his lips. “No talking,” was all I said. And then I got up and took Rory’s hand and led him up to my and Jack’s bedroom. I laid down on the bed and looked upon the two men in front of me. Rory seemed nervous, but so did Jack. I bet they couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

I seductively explored my own body, cupping my own boobs. My nipples were rock hard with excitement.

Jack made his way toward me, but I stopped him. “No, I want to watch you for a bit.” Jack looked confused, and then he turned around toward where I was looking at. At Rory, who looked more nervous than ever, though I could see by the growing bulge in his shorts that he wasn’t averse to the idea.

I watched as Jack approached Rory and pressed his body against the other man. Jack took Rory’s face in his hands and gave him a gentle kiss that deepened with time. I could see Rory reluctantly touching Jack’s chest and back, exploring eagerly that godly body.

I wasn’t expecting it to go this way. I thought I would be crushed, even disgusted, and be done with Jack forever, but I found that when I looked upon him and Rory kissing and touching, I felt the desire in my center grow at the sight.

After they unclothed each other, continuing the kisses on each other’s bodies, they joined me on the bed, each on either side of me and both laid kisses upon my breasts, my belly, my legs, my center. Every part of my body burned with desire and so did theirs. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. There were moments I couldn’t tell who was who and I just enjoyed the sensations of flesh on flesh. Lips on body. Mouth on mouth. Mouth on two hard cocks. I watched in fascination as Jack fucked Rory, and I urged him on. Then Rory fucked me. And Jack joined in, taking Rory from behind. We found a nice rhythm, so they were both thrusting in and out at the same time. I thanked Jack’s money that the house was so apart from any other houses, because even I couldn’t contain the ecstasy I was feeling. We moaned and screamed and groaned as we each reached our respective orgasms. Mine just kept on coming. It was all a little too much.

Since I’m a lady, I won’t go into any more details about what went on that night. Let’s just say that we worked through a lot of condoms and lube and leave it at that.

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woke up entangled between two men. Their warmth, their sweat becoming my own. Jack was to my right and I held onto him as I slept, while Rory was to my left and he held onto me. I awoke first and couldn’t help but smile at the joy and ecstasy I felt throughout my entire body. I couldn’t believe why I was overreacting before: the experience of sex with Rory and Jack was simply sublime. I loved sex with Jack, but now that Rory was in the equation, it let me sit back and observe in certain moments, and that made it all the more exciting.

As much as I wanted to stay between them forever, I untangled myself carefully and jumped out of the bed stark naked. I watched and smiled as Rory huddled closer to Jack. I didn’t feel any jealousy at all in that moment, because I knew we were all in this together.

I took a quick shower and made my way downstairs, Jack and Rory still fast asleep in the bed. I made myself a cup of tea (what can I say, old habits die hard) and enjoyed it as I looked upon the beautiful view outside. I was trying to make up my mind whether to go swimming in the pool or in the ocean, but since I didn’t know how to swim, I didn’t know if I was ready for either.

After I had something to eat both Jack and Rory made their way downstairs wearing nothing but shorts. I could see by the looks on their faces that they were very happy about the previous night’s events.

I sipped my tea and smiled as Jack came over and kissed me on the cheek. Rory came over on the other side and kissed me on the other cheek. It felt so weird, yet so right, that I couldn’t help but giggle. Both Rory and Jack had wide grins.

“We’re going swimming for a bit, wanna join?” Jack asked me after they had grabbed something quick to eat.

“I wish I could, but I can’t swim!”

Jack immediately came by my side. “Then we’ll teach you. We’re starting in the pool. Go put on one of your swimsuits, or don’t,” he added when he lifted my shirt. I playfully pushed his hand away before he could touch a bare boob.

“I’ll go get ready, then.”

“We’ll be in the pool!” Jack yelled as they made their way outside, stripping their shorts to reveal the swim trunks they had beneath. To his credit, Rory wore his speedos again and I giggled as they jumped in the water at the same time, splashing it all over.

As I put on my swimsuit upstairs, I watched from the bedroom window and saw them hitting each other playfully until finally they kissed. A deep, passionate kiss, and my heart stopped for a second. Then they resumed splashing water at each other like a couple of immature teenagers again and my heart started to beat. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I caught myself. Was this jealousy I was feeling? I knew me and Jack had something special beyond words, but now that Rory was in the picture, would that connection between us change? Would it strengthen, or would it weaken until we had to part no matter what happened before? I put that thought away as I made my way to the pool. It was a beautiful day and today I was going to learn to swim with the help of Jack and Rory, and nothing else mattered.

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t took us the whole day, but I eventually managed to swim by myself from one end of the pool to the other. The pool wasn’t that big, granted, but it was a start. According to them both, I still wasn’t ready for the ocean’s waves, so I laid in the sand on a towel, under a big umbrella, while Jack and Rory frolicked in the ocean. There were no other people anywhere close to us, and once again I thanked Jack’s money for that. Privacy was a precious thing, especially when you’re an actor frolicking around with two of your lovers, male and female. I wondered what the gossip rags would make of it if pictures of Rory and Jack surfaced. I thanked my lucky stars that the only photographer I knew, Henry, was dead.

I laid back in the sand and enjoyed the warmth, if not the glare, of the sun. The sand beneath me was also very warm.

I thought about that wretched cold island we left behind, and compared to that place, this island was a paradise, though I could hardly pronounce its name. Pretty soon, Jack and Rory tired and came over to where I was. They dropped down wet on either side of me, where they had left their towels before.

They both laughed and it was good to see them so happy. I wasn’t so happy when both of them splashed me with water.

“Guys! Stop it!” I yelled good naturedly. They both put their wet hands on my body and I started to shiver a bit. Both from the cold and the building desire.

“You guys are amazing,” Rory said after a prolonged silence as each of us relaxed back into the warmth of the sun. “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” me and Jack said in unison, and I had to giggle.

“I think this has been the best day of my life. Thank you both so much. Heck, it’s been the best week of my life!”

I understood where Rory was coming from. All of this luxury must have been something Jack had gotten used to, but me and Rory were different. We weren’t rich growing up, and this was our first taste of true wealth, of true freedom and beautiful luxury.

I touched Rory’s chest. “I feel the same.”

He held my hand and I let him. Jack rolled over to my side, getting sand all over his perfect body. I giggled as he touched me, his hands searching out for my center. He finally found it, and he slowly went underneath the swimsuit with his fingers until he was touching my bare skin. I sighed and moaned and I let my hand go down Rory’s chest, stomach, and as he got closer, the growing bulge in his speedos. It felt dangerous and kind of wrong that we were doing all this out in the open. But that didn’t stop me from taking hold of Rory’s shaft as he pulled down his speedos. I stroked his dick and kissed him deep as he groaned. I felt Jack harden behind me, as he fingered my pussy deeper and deeper, making me wetter and wetter, as he kissed my neck. Pretty soon I found myself stroking both of them as both groaned and came at the same time, spilling hot seed all over my hands. We licked each other clean, each of us having some of the other’s secret juice in our mouths as we finally kissed. My mouth went from Jack to Rory, Rory to Jack, waited as they kissed deeply and stated over again.

To say that we were lost in each other for the rest of that day and night, would be an understatement. Everywhere I went, there was either Rory or Jack or both of them, and they both had their hands all over me or all over each other as I explored their bodies with my hands and tongue. It felt surreal that any of this would be happening, especially to me. I remembered vowing to never get that close to another, and here I was probably being more wild than Lucy, getting it on with two men at the same time.

To tell the truth, I felt a bit like a slut, but as soon as I felt those soft kisses on my neck, cheek, or lips, either from Rory or Jack, or both, I knew that what we were doing was right, no matter what society thought of us.

The next few days were spent me learning how to swim, and when we weren’t swimming or attending to such necessities as food and drink, the three of us were so entangled that it felt like we were that way forever. Like we were meant to be like this. Jack and Rory were different in a lot of ways. Jack was cut, while Rory was uncut. Jack had more muscles, while Rory was leaner. Jack’s hair was dark, Rory’s was reddish brown, and adorably curly. But they were also the same in a lot of ways. They were both understanding, loving and kind, and good in bed. I loved them both for different reasons.

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J
ust as I was getting used to the new paradise we had found, and created, for ourselves, it was all shattered with one phone call. I eavesdropped as Jack talked to someone on the other end, obviously distraught by what he had heard. “I understand,” I heard him saying. “I’m coming as soon as possible. No, I’m not lying this time. This is too important.”