Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

nearly made her quake. Maybe her playful suggestion to Chris about being with two guys at once wasn’t just joking. After all, she’d been open to just about everything else Key West had to offer. Not that it mattered at the moment, since Cole was off-limits, but the notion kept her mildly aroused as they all lay quietly soaking in the sun.

Finally, she heard someone rummaging around and sat up to see Chris hauling out a cooler of sandwiches and chicken, along with a bag full of snacks and chips and the big container of rum punch they’d mixed earlier.

“Lunchtime,” he announced, and they all proceeded to pass around the chicken and chips as Chris filled plastic cups with ice and punch.

Part of Carrie could still scarcely believe this was her—sitting on a boat in the middle of the ocean, nearly naked, yet totally at ease, eating and drinking with friends. She couldn’t help sparing a thought for Jon, wishing he could see how little their breakup had affected her, and another for her sisters, who would surely applaud her behavior, even if Liz might be a little shocked.

She ate two pieces of fried chicken and some corn chips, and drank three or four cups of punch, as the sun had made her thirsty. By the time lunch drew to a close, she sat with Chris, her legs resting atop his. She absently stroked his calf with the toes of one foot and they exchanged casual kisses as they talked with the group about everything from breast painting and rum punch to lake effect snow and jobs in the financial sector, something Amy and Cole had in common with Chris—before he’d headed south.

As talk turned to Chris and Shay working at the Lazy Lizard and on the various boats, Cole sat up on one of the upholstered benches that ran the length of the boat, and Amy stretched out next to him, resting her head on her husband’s thigh. Carrie noticed his hand, at first lightly caressing her belly, had soon moved up to gently stroke the underside of one breast.

By the time he began stroking his thumb across her nipple, conversation ceased, so that the only sound was the waves crashing against the two hulls and the music from the radio. As Amy peered up at Cole, Carrie thought the looks they exchanged could have set the boat on fire.

Next to her, Chris tensed slightly, then slid his arm around her waist. She snuggled closer, letting her bare breasts press cushiony and flat against the side of his chest. Her nipples began to tingle with need when Cole brought his other hand around to caress his wife’s breast while gliding his newly freed fingers down into the front of her bathing suit bottoms. Amy’s pelvis rose to meet his touch immediately, and she let out soft, airy moans as he commenced stroking her pussy.

Carrie’s own cunt grew warm watching.

“Take them off,” Cole said, withdrawing his hand from the clingy fabric, his low, commanding tone reminding Carrie of the night she’d watched them on their balcony. They were such nice people that she’d sort of forgotten their inclination toward domination and submission.

Without hesitation, Amy stood up, facing her husband and turning her back to the others. Hooking her fingers into the elastic straps at her hips, she smoothly pushed the bikini bottoms down, bending at the waist to give them a hot peek at her slit, reminding Carrie it was as naked as her own and Shay’s.

Stepping free of the bottoms to leave her in nothing but her gold waist chain, she walked to Cole and knelt before him, reaching for the band of his swim trunks.

“You want what’s inside here, baby?” he crooned, low and potent.

She nodded vigorously, tugging on the trunks until he lifted his ass enough to let her pull them down.

Carrie fought to hold in a gasp at the sight of his shaft. Seeing it in the light of day brought home to her all over again just how massive it was. Another faint, fleeting vision flashed through her mind—an image of Chris and Cole together, naked, their huge cocks gently touching each other, rubbing together. Her pussy swelled further.

Across the boat, Amy wrapped her fist around Cole’s erection, then lowered her mouth onto it, taking several inches inside.

“Aw, baby,” Cole purred. “That’s right. Suck it for me.”

Cole’s hands pushed through Amy’s long hair, pulling it back from her face to give them all a better view of her task. She released low, sexy moans as her lips moved up and down on his large rod. As her strokes became more heated and energetic, Cole began to moan, his hands tangling tighter in her hair. Even over the music and the sound of waves, Amy could be heard slurping wetly on the tremendous hard-on and Carrie knew her bikini bottoms had to be soaked by now.

By the time Amy lifted her head, letting his cock fall back against his stomach, Carrie was fully aroused, her entire body primed for sex. She shifted slightly next to Chris, curling in tighter against him, lifting a soft kiss to his neck. When their gazes met, heat and promise glimmered in his eyes, making her breasts ache with need. He lifted one hand to gently toy with her hard, pink nipple, twirling it lightly between his fingertips. Glancing past him, she found Shay leaning back against the bench opposite Cole and Amy, legs spread apart, gently fingering herself through her bikini bottoms as she watched the scene unfold.

“Spank me,” Amy said suddenly, making Carrie gasp.

Cole’s eyes lit with fire. “Are you a bad little girl?”

Amy issued another hearty nod. “Very bad. I keep sucking your cock in front of other people.”

“Bend over my knees,” he instructed.

Climbing onto the bench beside him, Amy lay across his lap, centering her round ass there.

Carrie pulled in her breath at the first slap of his hand. Amy’s cry was clearly one of pleasure rather