"No, thanks. It tastes better straight from the can."
After taking a sip from one of the cans himself, he handed the other to Trish.
Trish lay back against the pillows and tilted the can, allowing a little of the refreshingly cold beverage to trickle down her throat. "Mmm…that's good."
She was about to put the can back on the tray when she heard a sound somewhere within the apartment. At least it sounded like it was inside rather than out, and she shot Guy a questioning look. "Did you hear that?"
He dropped down beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. "It's only Carlos. He just came in. Would you like to meet him?"
"Now? I thought, umm…I don't know…I…" Trish was floundering in deep water without the slightest idea how to extract herself. "I thought you and me…you know."
"You don't have to if you'd rather not. But Carlos and I like to share everything. And I promise you it's a much bigger thrill when we do."
Trish wavered on the edge. On the one hand she wanted to experience everything; on the other…she'd never totally given up control before, and she didn't know if she could handle something like that with people she knew well, never mind two complete strangers. "Umm…" She looked up and found herself drowning in the promise she could read in Guy's sexy dark eyes. "I've never done anything like that before. So I have no idea-"
Guy laid a hand over her mouth. "It's okay. You'll be fine."
"What if I find I can't?"
"Don't worry. That won't happen. Hey, Carlos!" he called out in the direction of the half-open door. "We have a visitor. Someone who'd like to meet you."
Trish's nerves were in knots and her heart was beating a lot faster than normal, but when the door opened and the man she assumed must be Carlos came in, she just stared and swallowed hard.
She'd thought Guy was sexy and good-looking, but Carlos would have made a stone statue's mouth water. Tall and bare-chested, with dark, curly hair that fit his head like a cap, chocolate, deep-set eyes, finely chiseled features, and a body to die for. A pair of ragged blue jeans hanging low on his slim hips was his only item of clothing.
"Carlos, meet Trish. Trish is Canadian. She's here on vacation, and we met on the flight. Trish, this is my longtime partner, Carlos. Carlos and I were at school together."
Trish licked her lips. "Nice to meet you," she murmured.
"Hi, Trish." Carlos sat on the edge of the bed and shot her a quick smile before turning his attention to Guy. "I hear it was a good trip," he said, capturing Trish's complete attention as he bent forward and bestowed a long and very deep kiss on Guy's obviously eager mouth. "But I'm glad you're back," he added the moment he came up for air. "I hate being here by myself at night."
As he spoke, Carlos proceeded to divest Guy of his polo shirt and jeans exactly as if the two of them were alone, leaving Trish wide-eyed and open-mouthed with shock. For a brief moment, she wondered if she should leave and let them do whatever they did in private. But then she remembered Guy saying they both liked to watch and be watched. And, she had to admit, the expression on Guy's face and the way Carlos was caressing Guy's burgeoning shaft with his tongue was the absolute biggest turn-on imaginable.
She pressed a hand between her jeans-clad legs. She was hot, she was wet, and she desperately wanted a return encounter with Guy's beautiful big dick. She wanted to taste him, and she wanted to have him taste her. And she wanted to find out what the delectable Carlos had to offer. He looked and smelled delicious and…
Before she could stop herself, she reached out a hand and stroked his bare back, feeling his muscles clench in response to her touch.
A little afraid she'd done the wrong thing, she pulled back her hand. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."
Carlos looked up with a grin. "You didn't. It's just that your hand is cold and it took me by surprise. But you are a beautiful and sexy woman, and I'd like very much for you to join in. Or is it that you just prefer to watch?"
"I…umm…"
"Trish has never done this before," Guy said, reaching over and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "So we must let her take things slowly. We don't want to scare her."
"Ah, now I understand." Carlos looked at Trish, a devilish gleam in his dark eyes. "You're rather over-dressed for this occasion, so with your permission I'd like to begin removing your clothes? Very slowly, of course."
"Sure. But what about…" She glanced at Guy's rampant cock. "If you want to…you know…umm…finish?"
"You first." Carlos unzipped Trish's hoodie in slow motion. When it reached the bottom, he unhooked the catch and slipped the garment off her body. He pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and exposed her breasts to his view. He smiled, leaned forward and teased a nipple with his tongue, making her shiver with delight. Then, when he'd completely removed her bra, he took one her nipples into his mouth and sucked so hard the feeling zigzagged through Trish's body like a jolt of electricity.
He waited a moment and did it again, and again, and by the time he stopped and let her go, she felt strangely boneless, but at the same time so excited and so damn horny, she just wanted one of them to spread her legs and…
Suddenly, she realized both men were looking at her with self-satisfied smiles.
"Good, hmm?" Guy inquired.
"Yeah, but…"
"And now you want more?"
She sighed. "No. I'd like to go out somewhere and see a movie."
Guy and Carlos exchanged grins, and she wondered what they had in mind.
"What? I hope you're not going to make me beg."
"No. But I think it will be more pleasurable if we take off the rest of our clothes," Carlos said, as he unbuttoned and stepped out of his own jeans and then helped Trish remove hers.
After Trish's panties and Guy's boxers had been added to the pile of clothing on the floor, Carlos told Trish to lie down between Guy's legs with her back resting against his belly and to draw up her knees.
"What happens next?" she wanted know, relieved to notice both men had donned condoms, but still amazed at 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 ménages à trois, but she'd had no idea they could be like this.