Tell Me What You Want

  “I find your woman delightful . . . I want to lick her all over.”

  Eric grins and gives me a slap on the butt that stings a little.

  “Go on, lick her,” he tells his friend. “I want to watch you do it.”

  Hearing that, my stomach flips, and then Björn, still dressed, lies down on the bed.

  “Come here, beautiful. Kneel down on my face, and give me your pussy. You’re my dessert, and I’m going to eat you whole.”

  I climb onto the bed and do as he says, turned on by his words and especially by Eric’s possessive gaze.

  Without hesitation, Björn pulls me down by the thighs, and his mouth quickly runs all over my sex. He licks me. He sucks me. He takes me in his mouth whole. He rubs my sex all over his face; I feel his teeth on me, and that makes me gasp. I close my eyes. I’m enraptured, and my hips dance on his mouth as my breasts sway from side to side.

  I don’t see Eric. He’s sitting behind me, and I can’t see his face. But I can feel his eyes on my back, and I know he’s aware of how I’m rubbing my vagina on his friend’s mouth in search of my pleasure. I like this new world I’m discovering, and with each new experience, my enjoyment is greater than my shame. I hear something and assume it’s a condom being unwrapped. I suddenly feel Eric pulling on my hips and forcing me on all fours over his friend. Björn brings my breasts together and lifts his head so he can take both at once in his mouth. Just then, the head of Eric’s penis touches down at the threshold of my very wet vagina. He begins to push a little at a time.

  Two men. One on top and one below. I’m so excited, my fluids are running down my leg.

  “Yes . . . you’re streaming for me,” says Eric.

  Both Eric and Björn have their hands at my waist. All four hands move and manipulate me, and I realize they’re working in concert to repeatedly impale me on Eric’s staff. Each of my cries is followed by their heavy moans.

  Over and over, Eric penetrates me while Björn pushes my hips toward him. Suddenly, I realize something hard and very wet is trying to go inside me in the same place where Eric is.

  “It’s a vibrator, love. Easy. Someday, I want the two of us to fuck you at the same time, in the same place.”

  I’m going to explode!

  Eric continues with his bombardment while Björn sucks my nipples and, with one of his hands, continues to insert the vibrator next to Eric’s penis. I’m expanding, opening up more and more. My body begins to accommodate it, and I find myself enjoying both. Eric slaps me again and pushes forcefully into me. I scream; I feel like I’m going to shatter. Björn pulls the vibrator out and drops it on the bed.

  “You’re exquisite,” he says as he pulls my thighs open for Eric.

  Eric pauses in his thrusting and grabs a jar of lube from the bed. Björn keeps murmuring things to me, face-to-face, and gives me little lashes on my ass.

  “Open her up,” Eric whispers.

  Björn grabs my butt cheeks and pulls to separate them. I realize Eric is using his fingers to lube my asshole. It’s a warm liquid, and he spreads it inside me by inserting his finger. He sticks it in, then out, then in again. I moan and move away. I’ve never had anal sex, and I’m afraid of the pain. Eric takes his finger out, then slides it back in with a good bit of lube. This time, his finger goes in circles inside me.

  “Good, love, good . . . Relax . . . You’re doing great,” Eric whispers.

  I whimper and lean forward. My breasts fall on Björn, who gives me a love bite on my nipples.

  “Yes, beautiful . . . yes . . . give us your precious ass and I promise you’ll have a very good time.”

  Eric’s finger is going in and out easily. Enjoying it now, I wiggle my ass to seek out that new pleasure, but then I feel Eric insert two fingers. The pressure is incredible, and the pain is more than I can bear.

  “Eric . . . Eric, it hurts.”

  Carefully, but immediately, he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with something that feels like a pacifier. I whimper once more, and my flesh opens and molds to it. I’m gasping, my mouth open and desperate for air, when I feel Eric take it back out, and I moan. Eric leans down and kisses my neck.

  “That’s it, love. I won’t touch it again today.”

  Björn releases my ass cheeks and reopens my legs.

  “Eric . . . c’mon, make her breasts swing over me.”

  Eric goes back inside me, deep, the way I like it. He does it in one swift move, and I scream. My breasts bob in front of Björn’s face, and he grabs one to bite carefully on my nipple. When he lets it go, he looks up at me.

  “I hope someday Eric will let me fuck your ass. It must be wonderful to fuck it.”

  I don’t know what to say. I just look at him, seeing his very obvious desire.

  Björn doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t bring his mouth near mine. He remembers Eric told him my mouth is Eric’s and Eric’s alone. But he looks directly at me, and I feel his excitement as my body jerks from Eric’s plowing.

  Eric assaults my body over and over until he tenses up and drops on me. I collapse on Björn. The sweat from Eric’s face dribbles on my back, and he kisses my waist. I smile, realizing he’s good and happy. Then he pulls his penis from me and frees me.

  “Now you . . . ,” he says to Björn.

  Björn rolls me aside, undresses, and picks up one of the condoms on the bed. He tears it open with his teeth and quickly puts it on. Eric is looking at me, his chest still heaving from the effort he just made. He peels off his condom and tosses it aside.

  “Lie down on the bed, beautiful,” whispers Björn.

  When I do, I see that they both get up. Eric whispers something to him, and Björn indicates agreement. Then they both climb back onto the bed, and Eric picks up the champagne.

  “Bring the soles of your feet together and open your legs.”

  Once more, my shiny, open sex is flooded and on display for them. Björn leans down and smears his mouth all over it while Eric pours champagne on my belly button. My stomach flexes, and the champagne runs everywhere. Björn sucks up the runaway liquor that drips all the way to my vulva.

  “Mmm . . . this is marvelous. More.”

  Eric pours some more, but this time, directly on my vulva, and I arch while Björn licks me eagerly.

  “Masturbate for us, Jude,” Eric says as he hands me a vibrator for my clit.

  He pours more champagne on my sex, and I’m once more grateful for the reinvigoration. Björn is on it instantly, lashing me with his tongue. I turn the vibrator to the first setting and place it on my already swollen clit. I move and turn it up. I gasp when I realize how my sex blossoms from the buzzing. Then Eric ups it to “three.” Björn puts his hands on my thighs so I can’t squeeze them shut, and my body grows hot. I shove the vibrator off my clit as I shout and raise my hips.

  Wanting to get inside me, Björn grabs my thighs and puts my legs on his shoulders. He slowly sinks into me with great care. I moan, and he penetrates me again while Eric comes at me from the other side of the bed, splashes champagne on his penis, and brings it to my mouth.

  “All yours, sweetness.”

  Excited by our configuration, I play with Eric in my mouth. With my tongue, I draw circles on the head of his penis and feel him react. He lengthens and grows as I suck, and I hear Eric moan as Björn continues to slide in and out of me. Since my arms are free, I move my hands to his testicles and slowly caress them.

  “Oooh . . . ,” he whispers.

  They both fill me.

  Eric pulls out, his penis hard and stiff. He watches as my body moves to Björn’s rhythms.

  “God, I’m going to come!” cries Björn.

  He grabs me by the hips and presses me to him. That makes me twist and moan.

  “More!” I scream.

  Björn emerges from inside me and then dives back in. I open my eyes. Eric is by my side, watching, and I see the lust in his eyes. I like that. It excites me. Björn grunts, leans back, and then lets himself tumble. Eric sits on the
side of the bed and puts on a condom.

  “Jude, come . . . Sit on me,” he says.

  My legs are shaky, but I move and obey. I’m ready to be penetrated again. I want it. His penis glides into my swollen vagina, and mercilessly, he crushes me to him.

  “Like that . . . Come on, love, scratch my back.”

  I moan . . . I scream and scratch him. For a few minutes, Eric rotates his hips, and his penis dances inside me as I push against him. I love that feeling of plenitude.

  “Eric . . .”

  “Yes, love . . . ,” he whispers as he squeezes me to him over and over and gives me the sensation that he’s going to split me in two.

  “I like it . . . oh . . . yes . . . I like it.”

  He nods; his eyes are on fire.

  “I know, sweetness . . . I know.”

  Lying next to us, Björn watches and then moves behind me and touches my nipples with his fingers while Eric continues to smash me against him.

  “We won’t do it today, love . . . but someday, we’ll both be in your vagina at the same time.”

  My body spasms.

  I hear a shriek, and I see Frida on the bed. When did she come in?

  She’s being penetrated by two men too. Andrés is in her vagina, while Fred is loose and fierce in her ass. Our eyes meet and I get goose bumps. We both enjoy what these men do to us.

  A devastating orgasm is about to hit me . . . I feel such heat.

  My vagina flexes and clenches Eric’s monumental erection. We both cry out, and I let myself go.

  Exhausted, I lie in his arms while he says sweet and pretty words of love. It seems crazy that we can be so intimate while surrounded by so many other people. But it’s true. This is a totally intimate moment, just between him and me.

  44

  Two days later, after that night of lustful sex we spent in Frida and Andrés’s game room, life goes on. I’m more attached to Eric by the minute, and he seems much more concerned and attentive to me. Anything I might need or want he gives to me before I even ask. Could he be falling in love with me?

  That morning, Andrés decides to order a paella for our lunch later in the day. At about two in the afternoon, we go down to the beach to eat by a fire. It’s the best paella I’ve ever had. Eric’s phone buzzes constantly, and I see the name Marta as much as I see Betta. I don’t say anything, and he pretty much says everything with his expressions. After the paella, we all decide to sunbathe for a little while.

  Eric’s phone buzzes again. He finally texts something back, but a little later, he gets frustrated and asks Andrés to take him back to the chalet. His mood has changed, and though he tries to hide it, his face is an open book.

  I quickly get up and begin to gather our things. When he sees what I’m doing, Eric takes my hand.

  “Stay with Frida, sweetheart. Andrés will be back to be with you.”

  “No, I’ll go with you,” I insist.

  “I said to stay, Jude . . . I don’t want company. My head hurts, and I want to be alone.”

  His moods exasperate me.

  “Listen, mister, I don’t give a hoot that you don’t want company. I said I’m going back with you.”

  “Goddamn it!” he says with a groan. “I told you to stay.”

  His grumbles and grunts don’t frighten me.

  “I don’t like it when you do this, and even less when I don’t even know what’s going on. So you can explain it to me, and yes, I’m still going with you.”

  But Eric refuses. He’s irritable, and all I accomplish is getting him angrier with me. In the end, Frida comes between us and negotiates a truce. Andrés says something to Eric and calms him down. I don’t understand why he’s gotten like this, and I refuse to kiss him before he marches off with Andrés.

  For a while, Frida and I stay quiet as we lie in the sun.

  “Judith, don’t worry,” she says. “It’s nothing.”

  I’m furious. I sit up on the beach towel.

  “No, something’s going on, Frida. His mood swings really irritate me. One minute, he’s fine, the next . . .”

  “You just met him recently, right?”

  “Yes, two months ago, more or less.”

  “Well, my friend . . . I can assure you I’ve known Eric for many years, and I have never seen him so mesmerized by a woman.”

  “Sure . . .”

  “I swear it, Judith. I have no reason to lie to you.”

  I want to believe what she says. I need to believe what she says. But then I remember how angry he got.

  “I barely know him, Frida. He won’t let me get to know him except sexually, and although I’m discovering things I like, things I never would have experienced if not for him, I want and need to know about him. About Eric, as a person.”

  Frida purses her lips. I want to ask her a thousand things.

  “Who are Betta and Marta? He gets several messages from each of them every day.”

  My question clearly makes Frida uncomfortable.

  “I know you know what I’m talking about. Please, tell me what’s going on.”

  Frida lifts her sunglasses off her face and looks me straight in the eye.

  “Judith . . .”

  For an instant, I look right back at her, but finally, I surrender. Everything is off limits when it comes to him.

  “Fine, Frida, let’s just get some sun,” I say, throwing myself back down on the towel.

  45

  Two hours later, Andrés comes down to the beach to get us. He’s in a good mood, and as we walk to the car, he tells us Eric is resting. I refuse to ask about anything. I’m pissed enough about the calls from those other women without asking about anything else. When we get to the chalet, I go directly to the pool.

  Frida and Andrés disappear, and I’m alone. I pick up my iPod and put in my earbuds. I listen and sing along to Jessie James while lying on one of the hammocks. About a half hour later, Eric comes through the door, wearing very dark sunglasses. He stands by my side. I don’t look at him. I’m still mad. We stay like that for more than ten minutes until he pulls out one of my earbuds.

  “Hello, little girl.”

  I angrily grab the earbud and put it back in. When he sees I’m not interested in talking, he sits comfortably in one of the hammocks in front of me, crosses his arms behind his head, and just stares at me.

  “For your own good, stop looking at me,” I say.

  “Or? Are you going to spank me?”

  I sigh. If I could, I’d slap him with an open hand.

  “Look, Eric, now I’m the one who doesn’t want your company. Go take a walk.”

  He grins, and that pisses me off even more.

  I get up and he does the same. And then, without giving it a second thought, I turn around and shove him fully clothed into the pool.

  “But, Jude, what are you doing?” he complains.

  Quickly, I grab my beach bag and run to the room. I go directly to the shower, and there, I see Eric’s toiletry bag. For the first time, I notice all the pill bottles. What’s that about? Before I can get close enough to read any of the labels, I hear him come into the bathroom and start to take off his wet clothes.

  “All right, Jude, what’s going on?”

  I don’t look at him. “Nothing that concerns you,” I say as I pass by him, annoyed.

  “Everything about you concerns me, sweetness.”

  Seeing him that relaxed makes me resent him so much.

  “Eric, when I’m angry, it’s best just not to talk to me, OK?”

  “Why?”

  “Because.”

  “Because what?”

  “C’mon, are you dumb or what? Don’t you see that you’re pissing me off even more?”

  “If you’d like, I’ll tell Frida you’re ready to clean the house from top to bottom. I know you, and when you’re really mad, you like to clean.”

  I grunt. I’m not in the mood. He comes to me and leans down so we’re at the same height.

  “I’m const
antly apologizing to you. But it’s worth it to be with you and see your face when you forgive me.”

  He tries to kiss me, but I move.

  “Oh no, ‘the cobra’ again?”

  That, along with the look on his face, finally gets a smile out of me.

  “Yes, and unless you leave me alone, you’re going to get a slap along with ‘the cobra.’”

  “Ha! I love your very Spanish character . . .”

  “Well, your German stubbornness is making me crazy. You’re so goddamned bullheaded!”

  In an instant, he grabs me by the waist, throws me on the bed, and kisses me. The towel gets lost along the way, and now I’m naked. I try to reject his kiss, but he’s much stronger than I am, and by the time he manages to sneak his tongue into my mouth, he’s already wilted my will and my anger, and I respond eagerly.

  “That’s how I like it . . . ,” he says. “I love how you’re so wild but get so tame when I want.”

  That is such an incredibly macho thing to say that I bite him hard on the shoulder, which makes him cringe, and then he bites me back on the neck.

  “What are you, some kind of animal?”

  “For you, yes, always, sweetness—we’re like Beauty and the Beast. Of course, you’re the beauty and I’m the beast . . .”

  That makes me laugh, and it helps me accept his kisses to seal a truce. But that’s when I realize he really doesn’t look well.

  “Are you OK, Eric?”

  “Yes, but what’s important here is whether you’re OK, not me.”

  “No, Mr. Zimmerman, you’re wrong. The one who wasn’t feeling well a few hours ago was you, and you’re not looking so great right now. If somebody should be worried here, it’s me, not you.”

  Eric gets off me and sits beside me so we’re face to face.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “C’mon, don’t do that, Eric . . . Answer me. What’s going on? I saw you have a bunch of pill bottles in your toiletry bag and . . .”

  “You’re the prettiest and most interesting woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

  “Eric! Do I have to insult you or kick you?”

  “Mmm . . . I love that warrior you carry inside.”

  I’m still smiling as I caress his head.