Chapter 1: Akron and Gomorrah (M/M/F Contemp Erotica)

Chapter 1

Maeve Burgundy tried to tune out Trinity's excited voice as she chattered away and read the brochure over the muffled roar of the 747's engines. Even in first class, you couldn't get away from their rumble. "Gomorrah is the world's largest five star Virtual Reality Resort. Boasting over one hundred individual VR Spa's, and specializing in erotic fantasy, guests can full fill their every desire. We encourage you to embrace your wild side and challenge us with your dreams that we turn into reality. Virtual Reality."

Tucking a strand of coal black hair into her bun, she stole a glance at Trinity between emails back to the office. Trinity's black spiral curls practically vibrated with excitement and a flush painted her dark chocolate cheeks. Maeve didn't know why she was so keyed up, it's not like she needed the VR fantasies the resort promised.

Built like a runway model with mile long legs, Trinity never lacked male admirers. At 5'1 with abundant curves and a plush Italian bottom, Maeve often felt dowdy compared to her beautiful best friend. Not that she lacked male companionship either, but she kept her relationships strictly physical. She had trusted the wrong guy with her heart one too many times, and had the emotional scars to prove it.

She tried to tune Trinity out and finish the email to her assistant back at their office in New York City. The thought of being out of touch with the office for a whole week made her panicky inside and she typed even faster.

Trinity attempted to shut Maeve's laptop with one hand while she continued to read the brochure. "Would you like to be Tarzan, swinging through the trees to rescue your beloved Jane from an army of headhunters? Did you ever wonder what it would be like to be a botanist working with a plant that induces sexual euphoria? If you can imagine it, you can do it from the safety of our Virtual Reality chambers. Nothing is taboo, and the only thing holding you back from living the ultimate fantasy is yourself."

Maeve snorted and wondered who would find plants sexy, but Trinity continued, unabashed, "For an extra thrill, you can partner with other resort guests and live out your fantasies with them in the safety and anonymity of cyber space."

An announcement came over the speakers that the plan would begin its decent into the Detroit Metro Airport and to please put away all electronic devices.

Maeve's peach manicured nails flew over the keyboard in an effort to get out her last minute orders. Trinity, the bitch, was taking away her laptop once they landed. She didn't believe that Maeve would be able to relax and enjoy her vacation with any it.

Grumbling Maeve added a last set of instructions on the acquisition of the failing steel mill. She won this vacation, but wasn't going to take it and tried to give it away. Trinity, and the rest of the office, forced her into it and she only agreed after her boss threatened to fire her. He was kidding of course...she hoped.

Maeve scowled and hunched over her keyboard as she saw the stewardess approaching them with a frown. The petite blond stewardess stopped at their aisle and said, "Ma'am, could you please close your laptop?"

Maeve growled and clicked send just before Trinity smashed her fingers with the screen of the laptop. The stewardess startled at the aggressive snarl that Maeve gave Trinity and backed away with wide eyes. Trinity just laughed and hugged Maeve's laptop to her chest.

"We aren't on the ground yet," Maeve grumped and stretched out her fingers.

"The office is fine. Your underlings live in fear of you and they won't do anything to incur your wrath." Trinity tried to tug at the carved wood sticks holding Maeve's long hair back in a tight bun. "Let your hair down, sister! You're on your first vacation in two years. Relax and enjoy the ride."

 Maeve eyed the laptop with longing. "I've taken a vacation," she said defensively.

"Business conferences don't count. And when is the last time you made love?"
The sight of Detroit's glittering lights suddenly became very interesting as Maeve mumbled, "I've had partners."

Trinity snorted and slipped the laptop into its bag and under her seat. "I said made love, not sex." She patted Maeve's hand and tugged at the sleeve of her pinstripe suit. "I worry about you. All work and no play makes Maeve a very dull girl."

Now it was Maeve's turn to snort. "What about you, Ms. Trin? You aren't exactly the poster girl for long-term relationships."

Trinity stuck her tongue out and said, "Well, at least I try. What are you so afraid of that won't let you fall in love?"

This remark hit too close to home and Maeve quickly changed the subject. "So what fantasies are you going to try out? We get four, one for each day we are there." Maeve pulled out her iPhone and looked at the list of possible fantasies she wanted to try.

Trinity gave a shocked gasp that dissolved into giggles. "Are you for real? You made a list of your fantasies? Did you also schedule your orgasms and bathroom breaks?"

Maeve narrowed her eyes at Trinity. "I hope the batteries on your vibrator run out."

Trinity laughed and said, "Ohhhh, low blow!" They pressed back into their seats as the plane touched down and skimmed along the runway.

Maeve watched the brand new terminal of the airport gleam out of the darkness. After the economic collapse of the late 90's, Detroit reinvented itself through tax breaks and hard work into the Virtual Reality capital of the world. Now it celebrated the fruits of those efforts as not only a center of enormous wealth, but also as one of the top tourist destinations of the world. Here, in the safety and comfort of the Mid-west, the adventurous spirit could fulfill their every desire at one of the nineteen VR Resorts.

In the distance, the giant illuminated obelisk that was Gomorrah soared above its competition. Maeve had the Resort thoroughly researched before she agreed to come. Trinity didn't know it, but this was actually a business trip for Maeve. There was a competing Resort that was falling into financial ruin, and a massive profit to be made if she could buy it and restore it. Problem was, she knew nothing about the world of VR. She preferred reality any day of the week.

Trinity bounced up and down in her seat. "We're here!"

~*~

"What do you think?" Angel ran his hand over the tanned skin of his smooth shaved head in a nervous gesture that was out of character for him. He strode over to the floor to ceiling windows and looked down on the city lights of Detroit and Canada across the river. The view from the top floor of Gomorrah was fantastic, and he watched the red dots of planes in the distant night sky circling the airport. Was Maeve on one of them?

Luke leaned back in the black leather chair and kicked his feet up on Angel's steel and glass desk. A tall man with a swimmers build, he had been Angel's best friend for the last eight years, and his chief of security and lover for the last five. Stroking his neatly trimmed dark gold goatee, he watched Angel pace with a grin. "I think our lovely Maeve will be heckled into taking a vacation against her will and is on her way right now." His feet twitched on the desk as his anticipation betrayed his calm voice. "Why we have to do all this bullshit cloak and dagger stuff again instead of just inviting her out here? If she really is the woman we've been looking for, I want to start out on the right foot with her. You're break-up couldn't have been that bad."

Angel tried to keep from scuffing his feet and smirked at his reflection. "We parted on hard terms our freshman year of college. Her scholarships took her out to California while mine took me to Cambridge." He turned and gave Luke a rueful grin. "Part of the reason I got interested in Virtual Reality at MIT was because of her. I wanted a way to be with her, without having to sell everything I own to afford a cross-country plane ride."

Luke joined him at the window and put his arm around Angel's waist, tugging him close. "Did you ever try to apologies? Lord knows we've had our epic fights, but we always manage to kiss and make up."

Angel grinned and firmed the muscles of his ass as Luke's hand roamed downwards and gave him a fleeting caress. He sought out Luke's hand and held on, stroking his thumb lightly over the downy gold hair covering his wrist.

Looking out the window again, and avoiding Luke's questioning gaze, Angel said, "I sent her a long and rambling email, when I was wasted on Yeager, trying to win her back." He groaned at the memory. "She sent me a reply five minutes later saying she was dating someone else and to leave her alone. Then I, full of drunken misery, wrote her back calling her a whore and other things I wish I could take back."

Luke winced. "Ouch."

"I know."

"Did you try calling her?"

"Yeah, she changed her number. So I called her Mom who told me to piss off."

Luke snorted out a laugh, "Well. That would be pretty disheartening."

Angel grumbled, "This was twelve years ago and I was an idiot back then. A very insecure idiot who didn't know how good I had it. This was before I became Angel and I was just Rafe, the punk kids with piercings and blue hair."

"Well, now you're Angel. Millionaire bachelor and virtual reality God." Luke teased him and they wrapped their arms around each other, enjoying their reflection in the glass.

Angel grinned, recalling the interview on CNN with Maeve and Larry King. He had sat straight up in bed and hit record the second he recognized her. She had grown into her beauty and wore it like a fine perfume. Confident and intelligent, she handled the interview with class. He couldn't believe the girl that made love to him in the rain was the woman sparring words with Donald Trump. The sound of the TV woke Luke from his sleep next to him and when Angel explained who she was, Luke had been intrigued.

"Do you think Maeve will be...open...to our lifestyle?" Luke asked delicately. "When you sent me out to New York City to spy-"

"Research." Angel glowered at him and Luke rolled his eyes.

"Fine, research her-stalk her, whatever." Luke ignored Angel's warning growl and continued, "She seemed to be devoted to her job, and that's about it. Everything about her is so straight laced, I don't know if I can picture her happily living with two men."

Angel loved sharing his women with Luke. It was the best of both worlds. He had his man and his woman, and didn't have to worry about either straying. He trusted Luke completely and vice versa. To tell the truth, he loved watching his woman getting fucked by Luke as much as he loved fucking him. It just flat out did it for him.

Turning Luke by his trim waist, Angel sought out his lips with a soft brush of his own. Firm, gentle, they explored each other's mouth with the intimacy that can only come from two people that love each other. A groan stole from Angel's mouth as Luke dug his nails into his broad shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss in a dance of tongues and heat. Pulling back, Angel ran a hand through Luke's hair and admired the play of light on the golden strands.

Luke watched him, his blue eyes darkened to sapphire with passion. "I really want this to work out for us. I know I'm extremely picky about my women." Luke brushed his lips across Angel's again, soft and decadent. "But I think that you're right, Maeve is the one. Beyond finding Maeve utterly delicious to look at with that full and soft body, she is wicked smart and owns enough lingerie to open a store."

"How do you know that?" Angel gave him a suspicious look and Luke laughed, leaning back in his arms.

"Easy there. I didn't break into her apartment and go digging through her underwear drawer." His lips twitched with a grin and he traced the thick gold ring piercing Angel's right nipple through his dress shirt. "I hacked into her credit card and checked out what she spends her money on."

"You shouldn't have done that." Angel grumped at him.

Luke watched him closely, his smirk turning into a full smile as Angel's cock thickened against his. Pressing into Angel, Luke drew him closer and whispered against his lips. "Don't you want to know what she bought?"

Soft silk slid beneath Angel's hands as he pulled Luke closer. The press of his goatee tickled against his throat as Luke brushed his lips over the banging pulse in his neck and said, "She buys her corsets custom made from France."

Tugging the edge of Angel's shirt from his pants, Luke tugged at the buttons and growled as Angel licked the outer rim of his ear. Their shirts hit the floor at almost the same time and both men sighed as they wrapped their arms around each other, fingers tracing familiar paths over their muscled backs, the thick gold of Angel's nipple rings rubbing against Luke's chest.

Turning them to face the window, Angel teased Luke's pants down to his long muscled legs and off his feet. With a grin, he nipped at the back of Luke's knee and ran his tongue over the soft skin there. He loved the smell of Luke, the way he made him feel, and most of all the trust that they had in each other. Bending over, he pulled off his pants so that Luke had a view of his exposed ass in the window. A rumbling growl of appreciation met this gesture and his dick throbbed.

Sliding his hands up the outside of Luke's hard thighs, Angel positioned himself so Luke could watch the reflection of Angel giving him head in the big dark window. Stroking himself, he thought about what it would be like to share Luke's cock with Maeve, to have their lips locking together over the rock hard flesh.

Luke ran his hands over Angel's head, gently urging him towards his erection that demanded attention. Full lips curving into a smile, Angel teasingly just took the head of his cock into his mouth, running his tongue around the fat rim of his head. Long and thick, Luke had very wide head on his cock and Angel loved the feel of it filling his mouth.

Slow and steady, opening his throat, Angel swallowed him in while jerking himself in unison. Luke's hands ran over his head, distracted and tightening as he whispered Angel's name. Deeper sucks now, fighting against his gag reflex as he tried to fit more of the cock down his throat. He felt Luke thicken and his balls drew up tight.

"Stop," Luke gasped and pulled himself out of Angel's mouth. Lowering himself to his knees, Luke reached forward and stroked Angel's cock, eyes dark and demanding. Angel loved this, loved the way Luke got all worked up and intense in his passion.

"I want to fuck you," Angel growled out. Luke grinned and gave his dick a hard squeeze.

Exchanging a kiss, Angel ran his hands over the tight muscles of Luke's chest, fingertips tracking down the hard bumps of his abs. Pulling him close, keeping their lips pressed together, Angel gripped Luke's firm ass and they rubbed the head of their cocks over each other.

Pressure began to build in his sac and their cocks were slippery with pre-cum as they ground their hips. Giving Luke's lower lip a final nip, Angel turned him around and whispered in his ear, "Give it to me."

With a shudder, Luke bent over onto his hands and knees and thrust his ass into the air. With a low rumbling growl, Angel wet his fingers and worked them into Luke's ass. Even after five years of taking Angel's girth, he was still deliciously tight and responsive. A light sweat misted Luke's back as he bucked back against Angel.

"I'm close already," Luke panted out and squeezed his internal muscles around Angel's proving fingers.

A moan tore from Angel's lips as he held the head of his cock against Luke's puckered hole. The sight of himself sinking into that firm flesh made his balls draw up tight and he fought the urge to just bury himself. When the outer ring of Luke's ass gripped around his head, he paused and enjoyed the sensation, allowing Luke to control the movement and push the rest of the way. Holding himself still, he reached between them and stroked Luke's sac as he fucked himself against Angel, low groans and pants tearing from his lips.

It was too much, he had to move, had to chase the orgasm that trembled just out of reach. Gritting his teeth, he held onto Luke's hips and worked him, hard and deep. So tight and slick, Luke's ass flexed as he threw his head back and groaned.

"Going to come," he gasped out and Angel leaned forwards, grasping his shoulders. He could feel his own orgasm, almost there. Body tight, muscles tense, he pounded himself into Luke with a groan. Beneath him, Luke's ass gripped and released Angel as he shuddered and bucked, his body trying to lock Angel in as he came in long and low gasps.

So good, so tight and hot. Leaning over and almost collapsing on Luke, Angel bit the back of his neck as his cock jumped and spurted inside of his ass in long jerks. Each throb made Luke shiver beneath him and drew the orgasm out.

Panting, he rolled off of Luke and held his hand, staring at the ceiling as they both tried to relearn how to breath. Luke pulled him onto his chest, and Angel listened to his racing heartbeat.

"Love you," he murmured and placed a gentle kiss on Luke's lips.

"Love you too," Luke grinned back. "Fuck what the rest of the world thinks. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without you and our perfect woman at our side. The best of both worlds."  

Angel placed another gentle kiss on Luke's chest. "The thought of you fucking her while I-"

Luke placed his hand over Angel's lips and laughed. "As much as I would love round two, we don't have time right now. Our lovely lady is going to be arriving soon, and we have to put the seduction to end all seductions into action."

Angel grinned at him and said, "I plan on testing the waters doing some fantasies with her tonight and see how she responds. The Maeve I knew had more love to give than anyone I've ever met." He sighed and leaned back against the glass. "I just hope she'll give us a chance to prove how good it can be."