Paris Heat

her own daring in joining in their sex games. Maybe it was a combination of jetlag, freedom from the daily grind, and the fact she was miles from home that had her feeling so adventurous. Back home, she'd have run a mile at the mere mention of anything this kinky. Now she was actually looking forward to having sex with two strangers at the same time.

Unless I'm dreaming…

'Just close your eyes and relax.'

Trish wasn't sure which of the two had spoken, but she closed her eyes and did try to relax. She inhaled the faint odor of male sweat, and she could smell their own natural musky scent. She realized it was Guy who grasped her knees and spread her legs wide, and she knew it was Carlos' fingers that opened her folds. But as soon as his tongue began to lave her clit it felt so delicious she almost stopped breathing.

Guy's hands moved from her knees to her breasts, and Trish was awash in sensation. She'd heard about les menages a trois, but she'd had no idea they could be like this.

Carlos moved a finger up inside her, then he added a second, and she drew in her breath. It felt good, but not as good as what she'd seen hanging between his legs. Just thinking about Carlos' big cock had her on the edge of an orgasm. Plus Guy's equally large member was nudging against her cheek. If she could just turn her head a tiny bit, then maybe…

But it seemed Carlos had read her mind. He pulled back and said softly, 'Guy, if you'll move so you're lying across the bed, and if Trish will kindly reverse her position, we can all get what we want at the same time. But you'll need to elevate your butt a little, Trish, okay?'

Trish had done sixty-nine a couple of times and enjoyed it, but before she had time to really think about how Carlos intended to get his, she felt him opening her ass cheeks and probing her hole with a finger.

'You ever done it this way?' he asked.

'No.' Trish wasn't even sure she wanted to do it that way, but she'd heard it was supposed to be quite the thrill, and since this was her big adventure, what the heck? 'Just try to be gentle.'

As she took Guy's rigid cock into her mouth and began to knead and suck, she felt Guy's fingers and tongue seeking out her most sensitive spot. She felt something cold and wet against her butt, then her ass cheeks were spread wide and she felt Carlos' big rod pushing slowly inside.

It hurt a little at first, and she was afraid she might have to call a halt. But Carlos took his time and as her muscles began to relax, she began to understand what the hype was all about.

Carlos gradually sped up his strokes, moving deeper and deeper inside her, while Guy did the same with his tongue, until she could no longer hold back. She felt the spasms start small, then begin building until the explosion came like a rocket going off in her head. She'd released Guy a moment ago when she felt him start to climax, and then it was Carlos' turn. A couple of final thrusts and he ran out of steam, muttered, 'Wow,' and collapsed beside them on the bed.

After listening to the men's ragged breathing for a moment, she sat up and reached for the beer on the nightstand. It was warm now, but still wet, and she quickly guzzled down about half the can in a single swallow.

'Anyone want some?' she invited, holding up the can.

Guy grabbed the beer and finished what was left, cleaning up a little that dribbled down his chin with the back of his hand.

After replacing the empty can on the nightstand, he reached for Trish and began to play with her nipples. 'That was good, yes?'

'I thought it was great.' She glanced over at Carlos, who was lying on his side with his eyes half-closed as he watched them. She ran a toe down the length of his tanned and muscled leg. 'What about you?'

'It was okay.'

'Just okay?'

Carlos laughed as he grabbed her leg and tried to tickle her foot. 'I'm just teasing. It was good. The three of us together are very good. And with a little practice, we'll be fantastic.'

'Will we fly?'

'Absolutely!'

He gave up on the tickling and began to play with Trish's toes. 'What are we doing for dinner?' he asked Guy. 'Staying in or going out?'

'Trish is here on vacation, so I think we should let her decide. Trish?'

'Whatever. I don't care. What do you normally do?'

'Most week nights we eat in, and since we both enjoy cooking, we take turns.' Guy reached over and ruffled Carlos' short, dark hair. 'And it just so happens it's Carlos' turn tonight. What were you planning on, Carlos?'

'There's some cooked chicken and chorizo in the refrigerator, and I bought fresh seafood on my way home. I could make paella. You like Spanish food, Trish?'

'I like just about everything. I also like to cook.'

'Good.' Carlos got off the bed, picked up his jeans and headed for the door. 'I need ten minutes in the bathroom, then you can come and help me.'

Trish sorted out her own clothes from the heap on the floor. 'Do you have only the one bathroom?'

'No. There's an ensuite in the guestroom.' Guy reached for his boxers and put them on. 'Come. I'll show you.'

Trish followed Guy out the door and down a short hallway to another bedroom with plain, cream walls and a regular double bed.

'There should be everything you need,' he said, as he opened the ensuite door. He slid a hand around her waist, then moved it down a little and squeezed her ass. 'Soap, shampoo, toothpaste, towels. If not, give me a shout.'

'You don't want to join me?' she invited, then wondered where she'd suddenly found the courage to get so bold.

He turned her around, and she felt his hardness press against her belly. 'Yes. But…'

'But what? Carlos won't like it if we start making out in here and leave him to cook dinner?'

'No.' He began to tease her lips with his tongue. 'If I don't leave now, I'm afraid Carlos will not only be cooking dinner by himself, he'll probably also be eating it by himself.'

'And that would be a bad thing?'

Guy laughed and began to back away. 'And you called me insatiable?'

'Yes, well…' She chuckled and dropped her clothes on the bed. 'Must be catching.'

After a quick, refreshing shower, Trish put her clothes back on, and finger-combed her hair. Her nosy was shiny and her lipstick only a memory, but she'd left her purse in the living room so any further primping would have to wait.

When she found the kitchen, Carlos gave her a hug, and an unexpectedly lengthy and satisfying kiss. He said he'd sent Guy out to find something for dessert, and that he had the paella under control. However, if Trish would like to prepare a salad it would be a big help. He gestured toward a couple of different varieties of lettuce and other vegetables sitting in a wire basket farther down the counter.

The paella turned out to be delicious, and Guy couldn't understand why the salad was so much better than usual until Carlos admitted Trish had made it. But for Trish, the highlight of the meal was the concoction of light- as-air whipped cream and velvety chocolate desserts Guy had found at the local patisserie. They were the most sinful thing she'd eaten in months. By the time dinner was over and the three of them were relaxing in the living room with their after-dinner coffee, Trish felt too stuffed with good food to move.

Guy finished his coffee, put down the cup and pulled Trish to her feet. 'I must go get my car. And Carlos and I have come up with a great idea.' He glanced over at Carlos, who nodded and smiled. 'We were wondering, rather than spend your vacation time all alone in your friend's apartment, if you would you like to collect your things and come stay here with us?'

'Stay here with you in this apartment?' If they'd suggested buying tickets on the next rocket ship and spending the weekend on the moon, Trish couldn't have been more surprised. 'No. I can't put you to all that trouble. I assume you both work, and anyway I was planning on spending a few days outside the city. It's really very kind of you, and I thank you for even considering it, but I can't. I-'