The beach cheat
The Gilded Cage of Sapphire and Silk
The amber light of the setting sun bled through the massive windows, turning the botanical oil on our skin into a shimmering, viscous second skin. We lay there in a tangled heap of exhausted limbs and ruined sapphire silk, the scent of jasmine and spent passion heavy enough to taste. The silence was absolute, save for the rhythmic, low-tide pulse of the Pacific outside.
"I don't think I can move," Sue whispered, her voice a soft, velvet rasp. Her golden hair was matted to the pillow, her white-painted nails still curled loosely around the silk ties I had eventually loosened. "I think my bones have turned to liquid."
Sai let out a low, melodic purr from my other side, her purple eyes half-closed. "That’s the goal, Susan. Total liquefaction. But we can't sleep in this. The oil will itch by morning, and I refuse to wake up smelling like a flower shop that exploded."
I pushed myself up, my muscles groaning in protest. The air in the room felt cool against my heated skin. I looked at the two of them—the pillars of my world, one gold and one violet—and felt a surge of protective, possessive heat.
"I’ll take care of it," I said, my voice steady despite the fatigue.
I slid off the bed, my feet silent on the plush carpet. I walked around to Sue’s side first. She looked up at me, her blue eyes wide and trusting, the "mommy" persona she usually wore in the Baxter Building completely stripped away. She was just a woman, vulnerable and sated.
I leaned down and slid my right arm under her shoulders, my left under the crook of her knees. As I lifted her, she let out a small, surprised gasp, her arms instinctively looping around my neck. Her head found the hollow of my shoulder, her soft, golden hair tickling my jaw.
As I began the slow walk toward the master bath, the rhythm of my stride caused her heavy, oiled breasts to jiggle lightly against my chest. The sensation was maddening. I stopped in the middle of the room, unable to help myself. I leaned down, burying my face in the valley of her cleavage, inhaling the scent of the jasmine oil and her own sweet musk. I gave her soft, sun-kissed skin a lingering, wet kiss, my tongue tracing the curve of her breast.
"You’re so beautiful, Sue," I murmured against her skin.
She let out a shaky breath, her fingers tightening in my hair. "And you’re a terrible influence. We’re supposed to be cleaning up."
I pulled back to look at her, my lips hovering just inches from hers. I claimed her mouth in a deep, slow kiss that tasted of the afternoon’s salt. She melted into me, her body going limp in my arms. I broke the kiss reluctantly and continued to the bathroom, setting her gently on the marble bench inside the massive, walk-in glass shower.
"Stay," I commanded softly. "I’m going back for the other one."
Sue leaned back against the cool stone, a dazed, happy smile on her face. "Hurry back. It’s lonely in here."
I returned to the bedroom to find Sai sitting up, her violet hair cascading over her bronzed shoulders. She was watching me with a predatory smirk, her purple-painted toes curling into the sapphire sheets.
"You kept her longer than necessary," she noted, her voice dripping with a playful, sharp jealousy.
"I was thorough," I countered, walking toward her.
I didn't pick her up the same way I had picked up Sue. I stood at the edge of the bed and beckoned her forward. Sai lunged with the grace of a panther, her arms wrapping around my neck and her legs locking firmly around my waist. She was athletic and lean, her body a masterpiece of hard muscle and soft skin.
As I stood upright, she adjusted her grip, her mouth finding mine in a violent, hungry collision. We didn't just kiss; we fought for air, our tongues tangling in a desperate rhythm. Because of the oil, she was incredibly slick against me. As I walked, her core rubbed against my cock with every step. She wasn't just hanging on; she was grinding, her hips moving in a slow, agonizingly perfect circle.
"You’re still hard," she whispered against my lips, her breath hot. "Even after everything we did on that couch. You’re a monster."
"I’m your monster," I growled, stopping at the bathroom door.
She pulled back, her purple eyes flashing. "Prove it. I want to see if the Invisible Woman can handle a second round under the spray."
I carried her into the bathroom, where the steam was already beginning to rise. Sue had turned on the water, and the room was filling with a warm, misty fog. The shower was large enough for a small party, lined with dark slate and equipped with multiple rainfall heads.
I stepped into the spray with Sai still attached to my front. The warm water hit us, sluicing the golden oil from our skin in long, shimmering ribbons. Sue was already standing under one of the secondary heads, her back to us, her golden hair plastered to her spine.
I set Sai down, but she didn't go far. She reached out and grabbed Sue’s hand, pulling her into the center of the shower. We stood in a circle, the water drumming against the stone floor, the steam enveloping us.
"The oil is gone," Sai said, her voice echoing in the tiled space. She reached for a bottle of liquid soap, laving it over her hands until she had a thick, white lather. She began to wash Sue, her purple nails a stark contrast against the white foam and Sue’s pale skin.
Sue let out a long, contented sigh as Sai’s hands moved over her shoulders and down her back. "This is the best part," Sue murmured, her eyes closed. "The feeling of being clean after being so... so used."
"You’re not clean yet," I said, stepping behind Sue. I took the soap from Sai and began to work it into Sue’s hair, my fingers massaging her scalp.
We moved in a slow, domestic dance. I washed Sue, Sue washed Sai, and Sai washed me. The touch was different now—tender, lingering, and full of a deep, quiet intimacy. But as the soap was rinsed away and the water turned from white to clear, the heat began to rise again.
The friction returned. Without the oil, our skin gripped against skin. I watched as Sai knelt before Sue, her purple hair swirling around her in the water. She began to kiss Sue’s stomach, her hands sliding down to grip the blonde woman’s thighs.
"Sai..." Sue gasped, her hands finding the glass wall for support.
I stepped in behind Sue, my chest pressing against her back. I reached around her, my hands cupping her breasts, the water running over my arms and onto her skin. I leaned down, biting gently at the tendon of her neck.
"She wants you, Sue," I whispered. "And I want both of you."
Sue turned her head to look at me, her face flushed, her blue eyes dark with a renewed hunger. "Then take us. Right here. I don't want to wait for the bed."
I didn't need to be told twice. I lifted Sue, her legs wrapping around my waist just as Sai’s had earlier. I backed her against the slate wall, the warm water cascading over both of us. Sai rose to her feet, her hands helping to guide me into Sue.
The entry was different this time—raw, intense, and punctuated by the rhythmic thrum of the shower. Sue let out a loud, echoing cry as I drove into her, her head hitting the stone wall with a dull thud. She was tight, her muscles clenching around me in a desperate rhythm.
Sai didn't stand by and watch. She moved in close, her body pressed against my side, her mouth finding Sue’s in a searing kiss. While I worked Sue from the bottom, Sai worked her from the top, her hands wandering over Sue’s body, her thumbs teasing her nipples.
"Look at me, Susan," Sai commanded, breaking the kiss.
Sue opened her eyes, her breath coming in jagged, broken sobs. "I’m... I’m looking."
"You belong here," Sai said, her voice firm. "In this house. In this shower. With us. Forget the Baxter Building. Forget the responsibilities. Right now, you’re just ours."
"I am," Sue sobbed, her hips bucking against mine. "I’m yours. Please... harder!"
I redoubled my efforts, the sound of the water drowning out everything but the wet, slapping sound of our bodies. The steam was so thick now I could barely see the walls. It felt like we were suspended in a void of heat and sensation.
I felt Sue’s climax building, a frantic, pulsing energy that seemed to radiate from her very core. She began to shake, her voice rising in a high-pitched, wailing crescendo.
"I’m going! Sai! Oh, god!"
She shattered. Her body went rigid in my arms, her internal walls clamping down on me with a strength that nearly brought me to my knees. I didn't stop, my own release hitting me a second later, a violent, overwhelming surge that left me gasping for air.
I stayed buried inside her for a long time, my forehead resting against the cool slate, the water running over us like a blessing. Sai was draped over my back, her arms around both of us, her breathing just as ragged as mine.
Slowly, I let Sue’s feet find the floor. She was trembling so hard she could barely stand. I turned around, pulling both of them into a tight embrace. We stood there under the rainfall head, three people who had pushed every boundary and broken every rule, foundering in the aftermath of our own desire.
"Is it over?" Sue asked quietly, her head resting on my chest.
Sai pulled back, a tired, beautiful smile on her face. She reached out and tucked a wet lock of golden hair behind Sue’s ear. "For now, Susan. The sun has set, and the wine is calling."
We dried each other off with oversized, fluffy towels, the mood shifting from the frantic energy of the shower to a soft, quiet contentment. We didn't talk much as we moved back into the bedroom. The sapphire sheets had been tossed aside, replaced by fresh, white linen.
I walked to the kitchen and returned with the chilled bottle of wine and three glasses. We sat on the edge of the bed, the balcony doors open to the night air. The sound of the ocean was a constant, soothing backdrop.
"To the cove," Sai said, raising her glass.
"To the cove," Sue echoed, her voice steady and clear.
We drank in silence, the cool wine a perfect contrast to the heat of the day. I looked at the two of them—the Invisible Woman and the Psylocke—and realized that the world would never be the same for any of us. We had created a sanctuary here, a place where the masks could come off and the truth could be told in the friction of skin and the salt of the sea.
As the stars began to fill the California sky, we lay back together on the fresh white sheets. There were no ropes this time, no force-fields, and no oil. Just the three of us, entwined in the dark, waiting for the morning sun to rise on a world that had no idea what we were capable of.
"Tomorrow," Sai whispered, her voice drifting toward sleep. "We go back to the beach. I think I left something near the rocks."
"What?" Sue asked, her eyes already closed.
"My inhibitions," Sai murmured with a wicked, sleepy grin. "I don't think I ever want to find them again."
Sue chuckled, pulling the blanket up over all of us. "Me neither, Betsy. Me neither."
I closed my eyes, the scent of jasmine and salt still lingering in the air, and for the first time in a long time, the silence was enough.