He waited for a few minutes until he felt able to move then he reached out and grabbed a handful of tissues and began to clean up. He felt guilty about the mess he’d made—if he’d had more warning, he would have caught all his cum in a tissue, not let it go everywhere.
With that thought in mind, he gave the floor, wall and window a cursory wipe, suddenly desperate to get out of the seedy place with the incredibly sexy woman who had turned him on so much.
He shoved the used tissues into the conveniently placed bin then tucked his cock away and did up his jeans and belt. Pocketing the remaining coins from the windowsill, he grabbed his bag, pulled the strap over his head and exited the booth. He stepped over to the one next door and spoke, but not too loudly. “Kris, I’ll be outside when you’re done.”
Chapter Five
Ryan didn’t have to wait too long for Kristian to join him outside the peep show building. They said nothing, merely gave each other a nod and began to walk down the street. Ryan already knew what his next destination was—a bar. After what he’d just experienced, he definitely needed a drink. Preferably a strong one.
Kristian followed wordlessly as Ryan led the way into the nearest place that looked as though it sold alcohol. Ryan asked for a vodka and turned to Kristian, who nodded.
“Make it two.”
Soon Ryan and Kristian were grasping their drinks and Kristian was taking his change and shoving it into his pocket. The two of them still didn’t speak, instead choosing to clink their glasses together and down their drinks in one.
“Bloody hell!” Ryan said, plonking his empty glass on the bar. “That’s good stuff. Like paint stripper, it is.”
Kristian’s glass followed his a millisecond later and he replied, “Agreed. But it takes the edge off, doesn’t it?”
“It bloody well does,” Ryan said, signaling to the barman for another two. “And after that, God knows I need my edge taking off.”
He was so intent on getting his money out to pay for their second round of drinks that he didn’t notice someone appear next to him. He looked up to find a cute redhead standing beside him.
“Hey,” she said, her American accent immediately recognizable, “my friend and I heard you talking. Are you from England?”
Ryan gave the barman the money then turned back to the girl with a smile. “We are, yes. From Derbyshire.”
“Oh,” she said, beckoning her friend over, having clearly decided they were worth talking to, “is that near London?”
Ryan stifled a grin. People who didn’t know the UK thought everything was near bloody London.
“Yeah, kind of. Maybe three hours away? A hundred and fifty miles or so.”
She nodded slowly. Then with a grin, she said, “By the way, I’m Shanna. And this,” she indicated the girl who was now standing next to her, “is Taryn.”
“Hello, Shanna,” Ryan said, shaking her hand. “I’m Ryan. And this is Kristian.”
They shook one another’s hands and Ryan noted that Taryn was also a gorgeous-looking girl. A blonde with some pink streaks thrown in there too. And a smoking-hot body. He and Kristian were very lucky men.
“So,” Shanna said, fiddling with her hair, “Taryn and I were wondering if maybe the two of you wanted to hang out with us? Neither of us speak much French—or any other foreign language, actually—so we couldn’t help but notice when we heard you speaking English. Weird slang words aside, at least we understand each other!”
Shanna and Taryn laughed long and loud.
Ryan figured that it must be some kind of culture thing, because although he’d found it amusing enough to smile, it wasn’t quite laugh-out-loud funny. But the girls were hot, so he kept the grin fixed on his face as he replied. “Yeah, I think that sounds like a great idea. As long as it’s all right with my friend. What do you think, Kristian?”
He knew damn well that Kristian, too, would be eager to hang out with the two very attractive girls. He obviously didn’t realize it straight away, as he shot Ryan a questioning look. When faced with the girls, though, he nodded enthusiastically. “Of course it’s all right with me. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together.”
Ryan raised his eyebrows, wondering if his friend had intended the double-entendre. He winked at Kristian, who gave him a wry look that indicated he hadn’t meant it to sound that way. But it didn’t matter—Ryan suspected he was right. In both senses of the word.
A little while later, the four of them had downed several shots and were becoming increasingly loud and giggly. They’d been telling various stories about how they met, where they’d been, where they were going and so on. It also turned out that Shanna and Taryn were staying at a hotel just around the corner from Ryan and Kristian’s hostel.
“Well, that’s handy,” Kristian said with a glance at his watch. “Because it’s getting late and the Metro will stop running soon—we don’t want to get caught out and have to get a taxi back. Or worse, walk. So we should probably head back now, what do you think? Ryan and I will walk you to your hotel so we know you’re safe.”
Again, Ryan had no idea whether Kristian had intended the other possible meaning of his words. Interpreted differently, it sounded as if he might be angling for an invitation up to the girls’ room. Normally Ryan would have been totally up for that, but he’d had the most exhausting day, physically, mentally and sexually, and he wasn’t sure his cock would cooperate if one of the girls decided they wanted to take him to bed. Especially given the amount of alcohol he’d now consumed—he probably wouldn’t even be able to get it up, never mind perform to the standard he was so proud of.
“Aww,” Taryn said, slipping her arm around Kristian’s waist and giving him a hug. “Isn’t he just the sweetest guy? Thank you. That would be great—we didn’t mean to stay out so late and I’d definitely feel much safer on the Metro and walking back to our hotel with you two with us. That all right, Ryan?”
The grin had been pasted onto his face for so long that it had started to ache. “Sure!” he said, the enthusiasm in his voice belying the way he actually felt. Which was that he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and get some decent sleep. After eight hours of shut-eye, he’d be ready and raring to go again—willing to shag both girls one after the other, if that was what they wanted.
He berated himself. He was starting to sound like an old man! Earlier he’d told Kristian off for thinking of going back to the hostel and now it was Kristian who was leading them into a potentially very sexy late-night encounter, while he was busy fighting his drooping eyelids and probably drooping cock. “Let’s go, then, eh? If everyone’s finished their drinks?” Now he’d decided to go ahead with Kristian’s plan, he wanted to hurry it along before his fatigue got much worse.
“Yep!” The girls and Kristian downed the dregs of their drinks and followed Ryan to the door. Once outside, the chilly night air actually helped to wake Ryan up a little, something he was very grateful for. He looked up and down the street to get his bearings then walked in the direction of the nearest Metro station.
Just over twenty minutes later, they emerged from Riquet Metro Station and Ryan turned to the girls. “So,” he said, sounding much brighter than he felt, “which way is your hotel from here?”
Shanna took his arm and Taryn took Kristian’s and the four of them walked along the Paris streets until they came to the girls’ hotel. They stood outside for a few seconds, each of them waiting for someone else to speak. Finally Shanna cracked. “So, guys, would you like to come up for a coffee?”
Ryan stood dumbly, not knowing what to say. He fancied both of the girls—a great deal, in fact—and he didn’t want to cockblock Kristian, but… Then Shanna’s words really sank in. “Coffee? Yes, that would be great, thanks.” Yes, coffee. Why hadn’t he thought of that? He might be knackered, but once he got some caffeine inside him, he should be all right. Hopefully. Maybe two cups would do the trick.
He opened the front door of the hotel and gestured the others inside. “Ple
ase,” he said, “lead the way.”
As he crossed the threshold, he mentally crossed his fingers and toes that the coffee would be enough to get—and keep—him going.
He could only hope so. If there was a foursome on the cards, there was no way he wanted to miss out.
Chapter Six
Half an hour later, Ryan had downed two mugs of steaming coffee and was feeling the effects of the caffeine rushing through his system. He didn’t feel one hundred percent on form, but he was in no danger of falling asleep anytime soon. Which was just as well, as Kristian and Taryn were playing a heated game of tonsil tennis on her bed and Shanna was perched on the edge of her mattress, looking expectantly at him.
He shot her a grin then asked, “Mind if I use the toilet?”
She shook her head.
“Thanks.”
With that, he headed into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him. After emptying his bladder, he washed his hands and face. Then, spotting the bottle of mouthwash on the bathroom shelf, he helped himself to a mouthful and rinsed thoroughly before returning to the bedroom.
Sitting down next to Shanna, Ryan wondered how he could get things moving with her so he, like his friend, could be rolling around on a bed with a pretty girl. His brain wasn’t running at full capacity, so he decided to let his body do the talking instead.
He took her hand then waited to see how she would react. She didn’t pull away, so he figured that his enthusiastic coffee guzzling hadn’t lost him her favor and that he was still in with a chance. He followed his hand-holding up with a kiss. He twisted his torso to face her then bent his neck to match his height to her smaller frame and captured her lips with his. She immediately relaxed into his embrace, slipping her arms around his waist and returning his kiss.
Both hands now free, Ryan used them to push Shanna gently back onto the bed. Lying down next to her, he resumed their kiss, quickly deepening it to discover she had not used any mouthwash when she’d gone to the bathroom. She still tasted of the alcoholic drinks they’d been consuming at the bar before returning to the hotel. He didn’t care—he’d discovered that being loud was just how she was and despite her giggles, he knew she was only pleasantly buzzed as opposed to drunk. Therefore she was more than capable of giving her consent. And given the way she was now devouring his lips and tongue and writhing on the bed, she was mentally screaming that consent.
By the time they pulled apart to get some air, Ryan’s worries about not being able to get an erection had disappeared. His hard-on was pressing insistently against the crotch of his jeans and he wanted nothing more than to get it out and sink it into Shanna’s pussy. All in good time though. He couldn’t remember where he’d gotten the information, but at some point he’d learned that alcohol could affect a woman’s ability to climax just as it could a man’s. Of course, as with a man, it could go either way—making it much easier or more difficult to make her come, so he figured foreplay was a must. If she came easily, hopefully she’d have experienced several orgasms by the time their encounter came to an end. If not, then he wouldn’t fuck her until she’d come. It was as simple as that.
Shanna, however, had other ideas. As he leaned down to kiss her again, she put her hand on his face to stop him.
“For God’s sake, Ryan, would you just fuck me already?”
Ryan was undeniably shocked but got over it quickly in order to do as he was told.
“Absolutely,” he replied, rolling away from her and sitting up. “Get naked and ready for me, then.”
He glanced across the room to see how his friend was getting on and discovered that his flippant comment about foreign women finding Kristian irresistible was in fact true. The man in question was flat on his back and Taryn was riding his cock as if there were no tomorrow.
Ryan couldn’t help but stare at her tits for a couple of seconds as she bounced up and down on his friend. They were mesmerizing. Luckily he got away with it, as Shanna was so busy taking off her clothes. He did the same, retrieving a condom and donning it before joining her on the bed once more. He quickly came to the conclusion that Shanna had breasts every bit as mesmerizing as her friend’s, if not more so. They weren’t overly large—he suspected they’d fit into his hands with no overspill—but they were deliciously pert and topped with perky light-brown nipples that were surrounded by small, darker brown areolae.
Crawling between her legs and kneeing them farther apart, he slipped a finger between Shanna’s pussy lips to see how wet she was. In spite of her declaration that she wanted him to fuck her immediately, he didn’t want to do it without ensuring she was wet enough. Much to his satisfaction, she was. His cock leaped at the sensation of the hot, wet pussy wrapped around his finger and Ryan quickly replaced that finger with his eager dick.
He groaned loudly as his shaft breached her entrance, the grip of her internal walls slowly easing to allow him entry. Once he was seated fully inside her warm wetness, he leaned down and sucked one of her delicious nipples into his mouth, rolling and nibbling the stiffening bud as he began to thrust in and out of her cunt.
The room was filled with the moans and groans of three people—Ryan’s mouth was otherwise occupied—and he couldn’t help but wonder if there would be a knock on the door from a neighbor or one of the hotel’s staff, telling them to keep it down.
His thoughts were quickly dissipated by the onset of Shanna’s orgasm. Clearly, playing with her nipples had been the right thing to do, as his cock was gripped tightly and released a couple of times by her powerful internal muscles before her moans turned to screams. She dug her heels into his bottom as she pulled him deeper inside her, her nails digging into his back and shoulders and her pussy milking him for all it was worth. She spasmed wildly, thrashing beneath him as he continued to move inside her. It seemed his climax would not arrive as easily as hers had.
The presence of a hand on his balls, caressing and lightly scratching the crinkled skin, lit the touch-paper that would send him over the edge. It was only after he’d yelled his own release and emptied his rapidly depleted balls inside the condom that he realized it couldn’t possibly have been Shanna who had touched him there. Her hands had been on his back the entire time and even if they hadn’t, the angle would have been impossible.
Disentangling gently from the limp and gasping girl beneath him, he rolled over to discover that Taryn had joined them on the bed, a devilish grin on her face. Ryan looked across at the other bed, only to see that Taryn had clearly worn Kristian out, as he was fast asleep. Ryan could only hope that he hadn’t nodded off mid-sex. But then Taryn looked happy, not pissed off, so he suspected not.
“Got room for one more?” Taryn said, switching her gaze back and forth between Ryan and Shanna.
Ryan looked to Shanna for confirmation. When she nodded, he said, “Always.”
Chapter Seven
As Ryan and Kristian made their way back to their hostel the following morning, their conversation was sparse. They’d had a very busy night with several sexual encounters of every type—except for with each other, of course. That would just never happen—neither of them was remotely inclined that way.
They’d happily watched the girls be that way inclined, however. At one point, as Taryn had eaten Shanna’s pussy, Ryan had had his cock inside Taryn’s cunt and Kristian was being sucked off by Shanna. It had been a sex chain of the kinkiest kind, and one that Ryan would remember for the rest of his days.
“You know,” Kristian said, breaking the silence, “the girls want to come with us. To Rome, I mean.”
Ryan turned to his friend, eyebrows raised. “Do they?” He’d obviously missed that conversation, either when he’d been asleep, otherwise occupied or in the bathroom.
“Yeah. Their itinerary is as loose as ours, so whenever we’re ready to move on to Rome, they’d like to tag along.”
“What did you say? Did you tell them that was okay?” Ryan wasn’t sure how he felt about it—there was no doubt in his mind that t
he Americans were fun girls, not to mention spectacular in the sack, but the whole point of a gap year—in his opinion at least—was to be footloose and fancy-free. Go where they wanted, do what—and whom—they wanted and generally just have a great time.
“No,” Kristian replied, “I said I would speak to you about it first. I didn’t want to say yes if you weren’t okay with it.”
“Hmm. Maybe we should discuss it further with them. I’d prefer to know if they literally just want to travel with us then go our own separate ways, or whether they want to stay with us the whole time. Actually are they planning to stick with us the rest of the time we’re in Paris? I know this sounds harsh, but I kinda hope not. They’re lovely girls, but this is a lads’ trip, you know what I mean?”
Kristian nodded. “I do. Well, let’s have a think about the best way to get that across to them, shall we? Then I’ll drop Taryn a text later on asking to meet somewhere tonight and we can sort things out. Like you say, the girls are great and I’m happy to have a casual arrangement with them, but the last thing we need is them cramping our style or trying to meddle with our itinerary.”
“Couldn’t have put it better myself, mate. Go on, then, send her a text, and we’ll figure out what the hell to do about Rome.”
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story—so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy is multi-published across many subgenres of erotica and erotic romance and continues to try new subgenres and lengths of work in order to get all the ideas in her head onto paper, and eventually out into the world.
Lucy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.