Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(13)

A soft moan caught her attention, and she turned to find Tommy and Angel embraced in each other’s arms, kissing passionately – which was the only way they knew how to kiss. It was rarely a quick peck between the two, always a rush of lips on lips, mouth covering mouth, filled with steam hot enough to keep a girl’s hormones on edge. She watched from the shore. Angel had Tommy’s head pulled to the side by a fistful of his hair. Angel’s other hand was clamped on Tommy’s hip and held their bodies together. Both of Tommy’s hands covered Angel’s butt cheeks with a slow caress. Their cocks were visible between them, doing battle like two swords in the midst of a duel. She was tempted to step between them but decided that she would much rather watch.

A warm breeze blew Tommy’s hair off of his shoulders. The muscles in his back twisted and clenched as he embraced Angel, and it made Jessi’s body tingle. There was no fighting it any longer, and she went to her two husbands. “Let’s go into the water.”

“The water?” Tommy gave her a crooked smile. “The two of us have hard-ons the size of baseball bats, and you want to go swimming?”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Angel agreed.

The three of them walked into the tepid water. They glided through the ocean, occasionally disturbing the small fish that inhabited the vast pool. “Let’s swim to the platform,” Jessi suggested.

Angel dove under the water and swam like an Olympian. He emerged about twenty feet ahead, only a few strokes away from the free-floating platform that was tethered to the ocean floor. He pulled himself onto the platform and stood like a Greek god with his face to the sun. He was tanned a deep bronze, and the water glistened off every muscle of his naked body.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes against the glare of the sun. “Hurry up!” He motioned to his crotch. “I’m all alone out here!” The swim did nothing to diminish his erection, which swayed on the unsteady platform like a mast in the high sea.

Tommy kicked up a spray of water and swam to the platform. It rocked when he pulled himself up and sent Angel tumbling into the water. The two of them laughed and splashed each other before lifting themselves onto the stationary float.

Jessi watched Tommy and Angel emerge from the ocean like twin titans – one fair, the other dark. Their wet bodies shimmered in the blaring sun. Each streak of water that cascaded over their taut muscles was highlighted by a glint of light. For the last two weeks she had thought it was the salted breeze that had made her body tingle day and night. Now she realized it was the constant sight of these two insanely gorgeous men flaunting their tanned bodies.

She leisurely floated along the surface of the water. She stretched her arms to the side and let the gentle water run through her fingertips. She bent her knees and extended her legs one at a time like a graceful ballerina. She was in no hurry. Her two men would still be waiting for her when she reached the platform. She was enjoying the languid tranquility and the colorful fish that swam by.

When she reached the platform, Tommy and Angel weren’t in the midst of a sexual encounter. Angel was rubbing suntan lotion on Tommy’s back. Did they finish already? How long had she been lolling in the water?

Tommy extended his hand to help her onto the float. Her eyes went to the bottle of sunscreen in Angel’s hand. “Where did you get that?”

“We must have left it here the last time we swam out. I found it on the platform.”

“It’s a good thing, too,” Tommy said. “I didn’t reapply before I hit the water.” He stretched his arms out in front of him. “I need another coat.”

“Heaven forbid he should freckle,” Angel replied, with a mocking smile.

“We’re not all as lucky as you, A,” Tommy teased back. “I’d love to turn deep brown, but my skin can’t handle the sun, especially since I’m standing here naked.”

Jessi took the lotion from Angel’s hand and squeezed a dollop between her palms. Tommy’s sensitive skin gave them an excuse to swath him from head to toe.

The platform rocked and dipped, and a fresh layer of salt water covered it. “We’d better sit down,” she said, before the three of them ended up back in the water.

With Tommy flat in the center of the float, she and Angel covered him with a thin layer of suntan lotion. They mimicked each other’s movements. They started with his face. Tommy closed his eyes while they each dotted a small amount of sunscreen into his cheekbones and forehead, even over his scruffy, rugged jaw. Tommy raised his chin so they could encompass his neck, and then they moved to his shoulders. They were round and muscular, hard and broad. Jessi loved caressing them, as did Angel, evidenced by the care he took in ensuring that every inch of Tommy’s skin was covered with lotion to shield it from the harsh sun. They smoothed the lotion down Tommy’s arms and the back of his hands. Jessi kissed each fingertip on Tommy’s right hand, and Angel kissed each fingertip on his left hand. Angel smiled at her with Tommy’s fingers at his lips. She smiled back and took the tip of Tommy’s middle finger into her mouth. He did the same. Long gone was the little game they shared where they vied for Tommy’s attention – where they tried to outdo each other with sexual prowess. Now they worked together, in unison, bestowing their combined attention on the man they both loved. They were true equals without reservation. She missed their fun game, but it was better as allies.