I was enthralledwhen Lorenzo took me into an unsuspecting building. The exterior unsuspecting. Inside, a full Arabian bath. The Hammam Al Andalus. Coming out of our two-hour long couple’s massage, I was more relaxed than one could ever be. Each of us draped in only a towel, our skin oiled from the massage. The lighting in every room dark, lit with only a few lanterns shining against the terra-cotta-colored walls. It was a true haven of peace. He stops in front of a gold latticed door and motions with his hand for me to go inside. Stepping inside was a large room. Its floors were the bottoms of connecting pools. Relaxing Arab music played in the background setting a calm mood. Lights flickering inside the black lanterns spaced several feet apart away from each other the length of the water. I inhaled the strong scent of spiced incense and steam vapors.
“Woah,” I whisper.
I look back at the man behind me. A devious smirk crossing across his face. I eyed him carefully through knitted brows. With one pull of the knot at his waist the towel falls to the ground at his feet. His naked body standing before me.
Clearing my throat, “Si,” I say.
He walks down the first step into the deep pool. It’s water a clear mint green. The steam from around the room shrouding his naked form.
“What are you waiting for?” Enzo asks.
“I’m not getting naked in front of anyone,” I say, my fingers tightening around the white towel protecting my bare body.
Before he can open his mouth to protest, an older man swims in from the open doorway of another connecting bath from another room. A darker man in his late sixties. His hair balding. If he was fully naked, I didn’t see. I desperately looked at Lorenzo who’s face suddenly turned cold. The man’s face falls as his eyes widen in horror. He quickly turns around and swims back through the open hallway where he came from. I watch Enzo, as his teeth seethe in anger and his fist rile up in preparation for a fight.
“Where were we?” He asks.
“No, we aren’t doing that. What was that?” I ask.
“He made the right decision,” he states, his voice stoic and deadened.
That look on his face was cold, unfeeling. His demeanor a shell of the man I know.
“So, you’re in Madrid. What was on the docket for your penis passport?”
“Mass Orgy in Madrid,” I tease, watching his wide-eyed expression.
“Excusa, Amore?” his voice cracking in disbelief.
“I’m kidding.”
“Jesus, amore,” he says, releasing a deep breath of frustration.
“Multiple orgasms. I just don’t know if you’re up for the challenge,” I say.
“Get your ass in this pool and find out, princessa,” he growls.
He pushed himself down under the water and I slowly unwrapped the towel around me, letting it fall down to my feet next to the deck floor at the entrance of the pool. The pool was covered in a light fog of steam from the temperature of the pool. I waded into the water shocked at its warmth against my naked body. I suddenly felt self-conscious in front of him as I waded through the hip deep water in the entrance of the pool. He emerges from below the surface of the water, pushing the water off his eyes and back down his hair with his hands. His gaze immediately on me. His eyes glistening and smile full of mischief. My thighs parted as he waded through the water to get closer to me. His lips met mine as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into my embrace. As our kiss intensified and deepened, my hand slid down his barreled chest. My finger tracing down the middle of his abs to his deep V of his hips. He groans mutely in obvious pleasure. I feel it as he presses his hard cock against my thigh. So hard and thick. My fingers grasping his cock in my hands. He growls deeply as I stroke him slowly beneath the warm water. His cock twitches in my hand. He reached up and grabbed the lower part of my hair, entangling every curl into his fist playfully. He kissed my neck gently. His kisses grew more impassioned. His teeth grazing against my goosebump covered skin. I tilted my head backwards, letting him have full access to my throat. His fingernails scrape gently across my neck making the breath catch inside.
I want him. I need him.
“Fuck me how you want,” I teased.
Normally one likes foreplay, but Lorenzo clearly wasn’t in the mood to mess around and take his time. His open mouth against mine. A gentle moan escaping from our mouths simultaneously. I stiffen in his arms as he pulls me against him. My breasts flattened against his chest. I draped my arms around his neck for leverage as I pushed myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard cock teasing against my wet slit. He grabbed my hips and slid my body down on top of his hard cock, impaling me as deep as he could be. I gasped at the depth he was inside of me. My hand snakes around over his chest and around his shoulders pulling him closer to me with a vice-like grip. His hands firmly on my ass cheeks as I rode him as quickly as the water would push against me back onto him. I felt weightless in the water, but yet fought against the heaviness of the water at the same time. Sex in the water was anything like I have ever experienced. Even though I was wet, it was a feeling of pain and euphoria.
“Be quiet,” he commands with a hushed whisper.
“No promises,” I scoff.
His motions pulling me onto him as I rode, formed waves in the water. I did my best to stifle the growing pleasure inside of me. My teeth biting at my lower lip as a muffled moan escapes my lips. He groans deeply as his eyes never leave mine as I ride his cock beneath me. Waves of pleasure built with each thrust.
“Good fucking girl, princessa,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
He pulled me up as he pulled out of inside me. He spun me around, almost losing my footing on the slick bottom of the pool. He grips my waist with his hands to steady before pushing me against the edge. My breasts flattened against the hard concrete edge. His hand reached around and covered my breasts with his forearm. His grip tightened against me and pulled me closer as he plunged deep inside of me from behind. His free hand gripped my hips firmly and began pumping inside of me persistently. His grip squeezing so hard he left indentions of his nails into my wet skin. As he took ownership of my insides, water began spilling over the edges. The still water forming waves forming around us. Splashes of water landing against my skin.
FUCK.
My knuckles gripped the cold concrete edges of the pool. My knuckles turning bone white with my vice grip. I want to scream. I want to moan. I want to come with this man still fucking inside of me.
“I can’t be quiet,” I whimper, breathless moans deep in my throat escaping with each powerful thrust inside of me.
As I felt closer to explosion, my nails dug into his forearm around my breasts. He winced as he let out a seething breath. My nails ripping the skin of his forearm. I let out a satisfied moan as a powerful orgasm fills me inside. He groaned as his cock dove back inside deeply one last time. His cock twitched as he filled inside of me. He growled a hot breath against my ear. I stiffen in his arms as he pulls me against him. My breasts flattened against his chest.
“You are so fucking tight,” a hitched breath caught in his throat.
I spun around in the water and wrapped my legs around his waist tightly. He laid several soft and breathless kisses onto my neck.
“You are dangerous,” I breathe.
“You make me dangerous, princessa. I would kill for you,” his voice soft and almost hesitant.
I look up to see the look of inner struggle on this man’s face. His body providing me so much pleasure, yet his thoughts belonging to something or someone else.
Was my lust for this man blind to all the red flags that my brain cannot cope with? Am I to scared for the possibility of falling in love with two men that soon I will have to make the inevitable choice?