“You got snacks?”
“Had to beat the monkeys off with a stick, but yeah,” he said smugly.
“Where are they?”
“I dropped them outside when I thought you were being tortured.”
“I suppose you want me to get them?”
“I’ll get wet. Whereas you have no clothes on.”
“Neither do you.” But Jake went out, came back in with a canvas knapsack, and began to hand out trail mix, energy bars, and melted chocolate, his ripped body glistening with raindrops.
Kayla had been following their exchange like a game of table tennis. Now she gave up. “I’m going to pretend this is normal and we’re sitting in a pub, okay?” She helped herself to a bottle of beer and perched primly on one of the altars, tucking her shirt between her thighs, though she suspected she had little modesty left to preserve.
“Which pub?” Seth asked.
“Does it matter?”
“Some pubs, I’d feel a bit odd naked,” he told her.
“Some pubs?”
“In Britain, probably most of them. Him”—he jerked his head at Jake—“he’s from California. I’m sure they have naked pubs there.”
“You have a bizarre idea of California.” Jake shook his head.
“I’ve seen it on TV,” said Seth. “All those beautiful people. Stands to reason they’d be naked every chance they got.”
Jake appealed to Kayla. “You can see why I sent him away. Would I have had any chance with you if he’d been here?”
“He certainly talks more than you do,” she said.
“Too much?” asked Seth. “If I promise to shut up, will you suck my dick?”
Jake sighed. “He has the social graces of a Labrador humping your leg.”
“Social graces?” Seth grumbled. “You didn’t even tell her your name before sticking it to her.”
Kayla choked on a mouthful of beer. “I’m a little uncomfortable with this conversation.”
“Come and sit on my lap,” said Seth. “It’s very comfortable.”
She shook her head, but by now she was hiding a smile. “I’m not falling for that.”
“You fell for him and the suntan lotion.”
Her eyes widened. He’d said he’d only arrived at the end. “How could you possibly know that?”
“A good guess,” Seth said drily, and for the first time she noticed the keen intelligence in his dark eyes. “Apart from anything else, I can smell it on the pair of you.” He took a swig of beer and looked around sadly. “I’m the only one in here who hasn’t been laid. I swear, these people all think I’m a wuss.”
Kayla too looked at the writhing bodies. “What is this place?” she asked Jake.
“Best we can tell, it’s a celebration of fertility. See here?” He pointed to a stone panel on one wall, carved and painted with hieroglyphic text. “This is written in no language we’ve ever seen before, but it seems to suggest that the women were cast out by their husbands, most likely because they were barren. Normally women in that position would have faced a pretty bleak future, but these were lucky. We believe the women were brought to the pyramid along with the region’s finest warriors. Everyone then proceeded to fuck themselves senseless for one lunar cycle. If just one previously ‘infertile’ woman conceived, the baby was considered the ultimate blessing, and its birth ensured the survival not only of the community, but the entire world.”
“What if none of the women got pregnant?” Kayla asked.
Jake shrugged. “Since the world’s still here, we can assume at least one of these guys knocked up at least one of the women—easily possible if the husband’s swimmers were at fault. They seem to have believed that a baby conceived during that sacred time would inherit the attributes of every sexual partner the woman slept with. The more men she had, the more talents passed to the baby. The more times they came inside her, the more powerful that talent. The kids were guaranteed a charmed life. Look here.” He indicated the panel Kayla had noticed when she’d first come in, the one showing six men masturbating over a laughing woman. “We think this is an anointing for the woman, a cleansing for the men. The ceremony probably got rid of any of their boys that were lazy, leaving only the lively ones behind.”
“What about the women who didn’t get pregnant?” Kayla asked.
“They went back to their husbands, who loved and honored and cherished them till death did them part,” Jake said solemnly.
Kayla had grown attached to the women and had been tensed for something different. “Really?” she asked, relieved.
Jake’s expression remained neutral. “We have no evidence to the contrary.”
Seth huffed. “Thanks, pal. You were doing great. Now you’ve killed the mood.”
“Not necessarily,” Jake said. “Kayla likes to draw pictures of people having sex.”
Seth looked at her with interest. “You do? Is that, like, a job?”
“I’m a sculptor!”
“And very tactile, you said so yourself,” Jake cut in slyly. “How much easier will it be for you to bring your art to life if you have lived it, rather than just looked at it?”
“What do you mean?”
His cock was rising like a flag up a pole, and she suspected she knew exactly what he meant. Despite the weirdness of the situation and the conversation, a thrill electrified her.
“Cold plaster or hot flesh?” Jake’s grin would have given the devil goose bumps. “Let’s face it. None of us is going anywhere until the storm is over. I think I can speak for Seth here when I say we would be happy to further your research in any way we can.”
Jake’s cock now stood rigidly against his belly, and though Kayla told herself not to look, her eyes refused to obey. Seth had remained optimistically hard since he’d dropped his trousers, but now his cock too gave a hopeful twitch. Mouth dry, Kayla flicked her gaze from one cock to the other and back again.
“Of course, it goes without saying, anything that happens on this island stays on the island,” Jake added. “Isn’t that right, Seth?”
The other man nodded. “Ever had a threesome before?”
Caught off guard, she didn’t answer. Which, of course, when the silence stretched, was an answer in itself.
The two men exchanged glances, and she knew she had surprised them. A slow smile spread across Jake’s face.
“Well, then,” he said. “You’re already way ahead of us, because all we have is fantasies. Fantasies we would very much like to indulge. What do you say? Pick an image. Any one, and I swear we’ll do our very best to bring it to life for you.”
Pick an image? Were they serious? A surging excitement built inside her, and liquid heat flooded her pussy. While, technically, she’d had a threesome before, it had been a complete disaster, a last-ditch attempt to spice up a marriage that had been doomed from the start. She suspected a threesome with Jake and Seth would be a different experience altogether.
The very fact they are looking at me and not each other is already a major plus.
She’d come to Mexico for a new beginning.
For the art. A new beginning to my career.
True. But that didn’t rule out other new beginnings as well. Kayla was twenty-six years old, divorced, and, with the exception of today, her sex life could be used as a definition of boring.
Seth had been quiet, but now he spoke up. “You have to say yes. Right now I’m so horny, if you say no,
you
might have to wait outside while he blows me.”
His words hit hard and fast and stole her breath.
“Ignore him,” Jake said quickly, seeing her face. “He’s joking. Just pick your favorite and we’ll do the rest.”
Pick her favorite? That was easy. One image had jumped out at her the moment she’d entered the room, and she’d been studiously avoiding looking at it ever since. She would never ask for it. Not for that one. Not ever. Not unless she wanted their eagerness to turn to discomfort at best, revulsion at worst. Not unless she wanted them to look at her the way Marc had looked at her at the end.
No, her favorite image was off-limits, but there were plenty more she could choose from. If she dared.
Slowly she rose to her feet, allowing her shirt to fall open, revealing her nakedness. As a statement, it pretty much said it all. She extended a hand to Seth. “We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Kayla.”
Chapter Six
Unlike the exterior murals, which Kayla knew from her textbooks, the interior art was all new to her, and she took her time going round the room. Every carving, every painting conveyed a sense of connection and joy that completely captivated her.
“Nice,” said Seth, coming to stand beside her as she stopped to study one in more detail. “You would know that guy is having a really good time, even if you couldn’t see his dick doing the happy thing. It’s obvious he’s torn between coming in her mouth and pulling out to come on her tits.”
Jake moved to her other side and peered at the painting. All they needed was some white wine and canapés, and they could have been in a gallery. A gallery with a very lax dress code, Kayla thought, fighting a semi-hysterical urge to giggle.
“I suspect after that first day, there was no coming on tits,” said Jake. “After the initial ceremony, I believe every man came in a vagina at every opportunity. See here.”
He pointed to the image Kayla had been carefully avoiding, the one with the woman with her legs in the air and the orderly queue of men between them. The one where the men were masturbating while they waited. The one where the man at the back of the queue was enthusiastically sucking on another man’s dick. A warm shiver rippled over her skin.
“Do what you can to get it up, then put it somewhere warm and wet to keep it up while you wait your turn.” Jake sounded as if he approved.
Sweat beaded between Kayla’s breasts. Her nipples tightened, and she didn’t dare look at either of the men in case she revealed just how turned on she was by what she was seeing. She moved to the next scene.
“This one,” she said tentatively, stopping in front of a woman sitting on one cock while sucking on another. The image reflected the way she had expected her previous threesome to play out. It hadn’t even come close, but the idea still turned her on.
“An excellent choice,” said Seth. “We don’t have any jaguar skins, but I’m sure we can improvise.”
He searched around for his rucksack and pulled a sleeping bag from its depths, which he spread on the nearest altar. Then he lay on his back, checking his position against the painting. He was over a foot taller than any of the Mayans, and his feet rested on the floor, but he did his best.
Satisfied, he grabbed his cock and waved it at Kayla, grinning. “Climb aboard.”
“Jeez,” muttered Jake. “What finesse. Why don’t you have her take a running jump at it.”
“There’s a time for subtlety, and this isn’t it,” Seth said firmly, pumping his cock through his fist a few times, though, to be honest, Kayla doubted it could get any bigger.
“Seth is what some people call uncomplicated,” Jake explained. “And others might call simple-minded.”
“There’s nothing complicated about a hard dick,” Seth told them. “Kayla, love, why don’t you take your shirt off?” He glanced at the mural. “And let your hair down, too, just like her. Though I do suggest you keep the boots on. Accuracy aside, I can testify that limestone is rough on the skin.”
Kayla could still barely believe she had agreed to this. But she was in a “sex cave” with two naked men, and it seemed ridiculous to get coy now. So she did as he asked, slipping her shirt off and shaking her hair free.
Seth’s expression as his gaze settled on her breasts went a long way toward removing the last of her doubts.
“Oh, yeah. Bring those beauties to me.”
Trying to pretend she wore thigh-high leather boots instead of her functional footwear, Kayla dropped her shirt and moved toward him. The altar stood a mere twelve inches high, so she looked down on Seth. “Open your legs,” she commanded, surprising herself with the authority in her voice.
Apparently she surprised Seth too. He glanced over at Jake, but then did as she asked, slowly widening his legs till his feet were planted flat on the ground to either side of the altar.
Kayla’s breath caught, and she consciously committed the vision to memory, knowing one day she would draw Seth exactly as he looked right now—biceps bulging as he propped himself up on his elbows; gleaming skin stretched across his powerful chest; flat, ripped abdomen; cock standing rigidly to attention; his balls displayed, tight and hard.
Stepping up to the altar, she crouched between his legs and ran her hands reverently up his inner thighs, his hair rough under her fingers. Seth watched her, his dark gaze never leaving her face as she traced her thumbs over his balls, lightly stroking his cock with her fingertips, entranced by the steely strength contained there.
He sighed and lay back, resting his head on the sleeping bag. “More of that, please.”
Her confidence growing, Kayla took a firmer grasp of his cock. Allowing her long hair to swing forward, she swept the ends over his lower belly, liking the way his skin jumped and quivered. Then, catching her hair at the nape of her neck, she glanced over her shoulder to check on Jake, concerned they were ignoring him.
If he felt neglected, it didn’t show. Excitement quickened inside Kayla when she saw him staring intently at her hand on Seth’s cock.
“Don’t mind me,” he assured her. “I’m enjoying the show.”
It hadn’t occurred to her till then that she was putting on a show. She thought of the many, many shows she’d staged for Marc over the years, the sexy clothes, the role play, basically anything she could think of to spark her husband’s interest, and all to no avail. So she found Jake and Seth’s clear appreciation a powerful turn-on. Angling her head so Jake could see what she was doing, she flicked her tongue over the tip of Seth’s cock, hoping she looked sexy and not just silly. The heartfelt groans from both men encouraged her.
Closing her lips around Seth, she slowly sucked him deep. Within seconds, she’d forgotten about Jake, forgotten about putting on a show. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the moment. Seth tasted unfamiliar, musky, salty, and oh so very good.
“Yeah.” Sighing softly, Seth stroked her, trickling her hair through his fingers, and Kayla moved against his hand like a cat seeking attention.