Meeting Santiago

After the Europen shows, it was clear Sean and Anita needed a detox. We had a one-month break planned in the Azores at a property they owned. When they were not there, Santiago also referred to as Santi cared for the property.

High above the clouds, Anita and I were in the bathroom. I was a little ass counter. Her fingers plunged in and out of my opening as I held on tightly and our tongues danced. In, out, in, out, in, out. I moaned sweetly. My body trembled and flinched, “Oh fuck!”

Our foreheads touched, "Welcome to the club," she joked, panting, she added, "We should get back to our seats.”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

We were cleaning ourselves. We couldn't go back to the seats smelling like sex. Before we left, I asked, “Has Sean and Grayson ever?”

She stared at me, “Um…not with each other but I guess that’s what we have Santi for.”

My eyebrow lifted.

“Oh don’t act so surprised. You have been with bisexual men. Only, in this sense, Sean and Grayson enjoy having a little face. Does it weird you out?”

I shook my head. Our final night before leaving was spent with Carlo and Marco. My hips rocked slowly as I sat on Marco's face. His tongue was on my clit. Behind me was Grayson. He stoked to perfection. I leaned over. I held Maro's shaft, moving my left hand up and down. My right hand played in Carlo’s hair as we kissed.

Marco turned his head and moved up. I heard him slurping and sucking. I wanted to see it. I turned around and mounted his rod. I watched Grayson’s eyes roll and heard how he hummed in delight. I saw him push deeper and I saw Marco open wider and finally, when Grayson erupted, I was shaking with my pussy lips snug around Marco’s rod.

His hands rubbed my ass. I leaned over and kissed his cum stained mouth. It was a long sweet kiss followed by him exploding inside of me.

Anita kissed me gently, “Don’t worry your pretty little face, Grayson is crazy about you. We just like having fun. But at the end of the day, we know where our hearts belong.”

***

He met us at the airport. He was irresistibly gorgeous. It was the curls. The eyes. The scruff around his mouth and on his chin. He could have been a character in one of Anne Rice’s vampire chronicles. His lips were perfectly peach, and his skin golden brown. His smile dazzled me upon introduction, “Hello, I’m Santi, a pleasure to meet you,” he said as he shook my hand.

He drove, and Grayson sat up front. They caught up on the latest happenings on the island and Santi mentioned he had a tour planned for us to go cliff diving. That sounded exciting.

Sean and Anita were snuggled up in the back seat and I just listened to the guys chat in the front seat. Santi looked back at me, “I hear you’re the newest sensation in the modeling world.”

“I suppose.”

He smiled, “She’s modest.”

“Yes, she is far too modest. Her talent speaks for itself.”

We continued our conversation and later ended up at the villa. This place had an amazing view of the ocean. I stared out the sliding glass door. Grayson wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck, “Take a look around. Our room is upstairs to the right.”

I walked up the stairs and went to the room. A king-sized bed. The window faced the ocean. I went over and opened it. The fresh air poured in. “Do you need anything?" I heard his voice.

I turned, “I think I’m good.”

He approached slowly and stood in front of me. He reached for my hand, “No need to be nervous. We’re all friends here.”

I nodded, “Friends. So, you don’t have a woman or man here?”

He chuckled, “You’re not as shy as I thought."

“Not shy at all. Just trying to figure out what this is.”

“I don’t have a woman or a man. I live here and they all come to see me. Sometimes alone or with each other. And pretty soon, you’ll come to see me too.”

He sucked my middle finger and it made me drip. I pulled my finger from his mouth and stared at him. He moved closer. He smelled so good and those curls hanging past his shoulders. I ran my fingers through his hair. Before I knew it, we were kissing wildly.

“We can’t.”

“We can,” he said before lifting me, and placing me on the bed, pulling off my shorts and panties in one pull. His face was buried in my crotch. I squirmed and moaned as he feasted and sipped. I lay there in a haze of passion and lust. And just when I thought he was done, he sucked and hummed until I flinched.

He looked up with his lips glistening. He pulled off his shirt and asked me to remove mine. He smiled just before taking the left one into his mouth. Then the right one and then his lips pressed to mine and he penetrated.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

“He said we would get along fine.”

He stroked nice and slow. I felt every inch go deeper and deeper. His abs were insane. He pulled back so I could see how much of him was digging into my canal. _Impressive _I thought. He smiled before drilling it back down deeper and kissing my mouth.

He felt my pussy gushing. “mmmmm, he told me you loved it slow and deep. I can tell.”

I held on tight as he worked my center. From introductions to instant fucking. Grayson walked in and sat at the edge of the bed. He watched. I saw his swollen rod poking at his zipper. He whipped it out and massaged it nicely.

He crawled into bed and pointed his rod at us. First Santi licked and sucked and then I did. His cock went from mouth to mouth until finally, he sat back. Santi’s eyes rolled. He sputtered and filled me with his jizz. And with my center still leaking, I sat on Grayson and worked his rod until he erupted.

*****

When night arrived, Anita and I sat outside looking at the stars, and the water, enjoying the breeze and a bottle of wine. “I heard you got broken in by Santi,” she joked.

I laughed, “Yeah, he broke me in alright. Girl.”

“That mouth is crazy right.”

“Yes.”

She took a deep breath. I reached for her hand, “I never asked how you were after everything. How are you?”

She nodded, “I’ve cried about it. Can’t change anything about it though.”

“Why didn’t you and Grayson stay together? I can see that you love him.”

“Grayson and I are friends. We looked out for each other. Of course, the sex was great. He was dating someone at the time. I got pregnant. I guess people were worried.”

“About?”

“Grayson and I were never going to be a couple. We only wanted to raise our child. Then the accident happened. We lost the baby. I went away for a bit. Then I met Sean and things were great. He was exactly what I needed.”

“Whatever happened to Grayson's girlfriend?”

“Pshh, that cunt. I think she ended up marrying some guy in The States. They live in LA.”

****

The days came and went. I was in paradise and nothing else mattered. It felt good to get away from everything. No flashing lights. No questions. Just us. But there was one person I forgot. I was in the bedroom getting ready for a day out on the water when my phone sounded. I saw a text message from Antionne, “So, I see you made your decision.”

“Yes.”

“That’s fucked up. I’m here in Alabama waiting for you like a damn fool.”

“I didn’t tell you to go there. You decided to break it off. So live with it.”

“Please. Come on, Jade. Don’t do this.”

“I’m out of the country.”

Finally, the texts stopped. A hard pill to swallow. Grayson saw me, “What’s wrong?”

I sighed, “I, I had to break it off with my ex…for good this time.”

He lifted my chin, “Good. You do not need to look back, we are moving ahead.”

I nodded, “You’re right.”

*****

Partying on the boat, delicious meals, lots of drinks, plenty of peace, and even more great sex. My favorite was the last night of our trip. Sean had me sitting back on his thickness as he held my breasts. There was Santi in front of me kissing my mouth and his fingers rubbing my swollen clit rapidly. My hand went up and down the length of him

Sanit laid back and my mouth found him already leaking. Up and down my head went. He held me for a moment and pushed with a long deep, “Ahhhh, fuck, yeah.”

I came up for air. He wanted me on it. Sean slid out and I rode Santi. But Sean wasn’t done. He still wanted more. he pushed and pried until he gained access. I moaned and cried out until it felt good. There was a lot of cussing until I got there but once I did I was humming.

My body was damp. I trembled. Sean pulled out of me and stroked his rod. I rolled off Santi and he stroked his rod. I saw Anita lying waiting for the same as Grayson stroked his rod. They grunted and moaned as they moved their hands at various tempos and then…showers. Our bodies were sticky with glaze. We laughed. She looked at me and we started kissing. “this was a fucking time, babe.”

“It sure was.”