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In ten minutes we were on the terrace, tasting a bit of everything. Lexi didn’t eat meat though. That was news to me.

“Fish but not meat?”

She shrugged.

“I only eat fish occasionally. I feel guilty about it though.”

“So you’re an animal lover.”

She nodded.

“I don’t like to see anything suffer. Or anyone.”

I grinned at her, feeding her a bite of cantaloupe.

“Even poor, lost deviants like me.”

She stopped eating.

“You’re not a deviant. You’re a good person, Trent.”

I stared at her. I didn’t want her to romanticize me. I wanted to be honest.

“No, I’m not. But I want to be.”

She was watching me with a look disbelief. I might as well rip this off like a band aid.

“I’ve never done anything but have sex for money. I’ve never had a home, or a family. The closet thing I ever had were the guys I served with.”

Her mouth opened. She didn’t look disgusted. She looked like she felt sorry for me. I wasn’t sure which was worse.

“You’re an orphan?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t know. My parents were alive when they gave me up. I was raised in foster homes mostly. And by the state.”

She reached out and held my hand.

“You have a family now. Your dogs.”

I laughed.

“You always see the good in everything, don’t you?”

She smiled at me.

“I try to. Besides, there’s more to you that just your good looks.”

I puffed my chest out.

“You think I’m hot, don’t you?”

She laughed and nodded.

“Yes, Trent. You’re a hottie with a body.”

I laughed but just as quickly I started to worry. I debated about telling her anything else about myself but then I decided to anyway. What the fuck was I doing anyway? Trying to scare her off?

“I do play. Guitar I mean. And I like to do things with my hands. I guess I have time to do more of that now.”

“Will you be okay? Not working?”

I nodded.

“I’ve always invested part of every check I ever got. A few of the guys have companies that I invested in. And I bought my house outright when I started to get big.”

Her cheeks grew pink at the mention of the word ‘big.’
 

“What about, you know. The sex.”

I grinned at her.

“That was work. This is much, much more… satisfying.”

She blushed even more.

“You don’t have to say that, Trent.”

“I’m not. It’s not the same thing at all.”

I pulled her into my lap.

“Not even close.”

She leaned against my shoulder, her cheeks warm. I would never get tired of her sweetness and purity. Not for a minute.

Even if I did plan to make her… less pure.

“What would you like to do today? Snorkeling? Horseback riding? Laying around like beached whales?”

“Whales. Definitely whales.”

I kissed her forehead.

“A woman after my own heart.”

I carried her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed.

“But first, you probably want something to wear.”

Her eyes were huge as I opened the luggage, bikinis and silk dresses spilling out everywhere.

“Trent! What is all this?”

I grinned at her.

“I’m spoiling you. Let me. Please.”

She chewed her lip.

“I’m not used to this. To any of it.”

I pulled out a turquoise bikini with a matching sarong. Nothing too scandalous. But it was sexy as hell. And it would look amazing on her.

“But could you get used to it?”

She smiled at me.

“It’s lovely. And… I could try.”

That was good enough for me.

Lexi

I tasted another bite of the mango guacamole. It was part of the never-ending rounds of snacks and fruity cocktails. We were in a private cabana, lounging on a huge sectional couch with the curtains only open towards the sea.

It was utterly private. And if we shut the curtains, we would essentially be alone, but… not.

I couldn’t help but think of the possibilities.

Trent had created a monster. A horny, pent up, sex monster.

I licked my fingers, letting my eyes travel up and down his body. He was wearing board shorts. His skin was tanned. His bulging muscles were… well, bulging.

So was his cock.

I looked up when he laughed. He must have caught me looking. And that made him hard.

How… interesting.

I did that, just by looking?

“Do that again.”

“What?”

He scooped some guac onto his finger and held it out to me.

“Lick.”

I hesitated for just a second before pulling his finger into my mouth. I sucked it gently, running my tongue up and down the sides. Then I twirled my tongue against the tip.

His eyes were wide as he watched me. I smiled as he pulled his finger free. He scooped up another healthy dollop of the guac.

“Again.”

I smiled, deciding to play with him. This time I took my time, licking from the base to the tip. Once his finger was clean, I bit it.

He groaned and tossed me onto my back. He was kissing me and grinding me like a wild man. I gasped, wrapping my legs around him as he undid the straps of my string bikini.

He stood, tearing himself away from me.

Then he stared at me as he closed the curtains, tying them shut.

“Lay on your stomach.”

I glanced at him, wondering what he was up to. He was pulling out a bottle of something. It looked like oil.

I faced down, resting my cheek on my hands.

I could see his shorts hit the ground. Then I saw him pour some oil onto his hands and do something with it. It took a moment for me to realize what he was doing.

He was rubbing it on his cock.

He straddled my back, his hard on laying against me. Then he started rubbing the oil into my skin. He kneaded my shoulders, working his way down my body. I moaned. He was good at this.

Hell, he was good at everything.

It was ten minutes later when he reached my bottom. I felt like jello. I’d never been so relaxed in my life. He was rubbing my ass, his cock laying between my cheeks.

He slid further down my body and I felt his tongue pressing against my ass.

“Trent? What are you doing?”

“Shhhh… it’s okay. I thought we could try this today instead, since you are sore.”

He wanted to- he wanted to put that in my-
 

“Ohhhhh…”

I moaned as his tongue pressed inside me. It felt shockingly good. It felt like it should be illegal.

Actually, I think it was illegal in several states.

He worked his tongue into my ass again and again. Eventually he added a finger. Then another. His other hand rubbed my breast where it lay against the cushions. Then it drifter lower, reaching my clit.

I gasped as his fingers toyed with me. I was getting close. I wanted that pressure. But he was still being gentle.

“Trent…”

“Can we try this Lexi? I will go slow.”

I moaned, nodding.

“Yes, okay.”

“I promise, it will feel better than you think. Lift your hips.”

I lifted them as he guided a pillow beneath them. Then I felt the tip of his cock against my opening. I felt oil splash against us both. He hissed with pleasure as he slipped inside. I felt so open, so stretched. But it didn’t hurt.

It felt good.

Really, really good.

He inched forward, breathing heavily.

“Lexi… you feel too good. I can’t-“

He groaned as his cock jumped inside me. Then he started to move.

Slowly, he pumped his cock in and out of my bottom. I squirmed beneath him, not sure if I wanted to get closer or pull away. I was overwhelmed with sensations.

And that was before he reached around to strum my clit.

I jerked against the cushions, my tight ring opening up.

“Yes, Lexi… oh God yes…”

He started a steady motion, his cock sliding in and out with ease now. It still felt enormous, but I knew it wasn’t going to suddenly start to hurt. I relaxed a bit more and he slid deeper inside me.

“Oh fuck. Yes, that’s good. That’s so good…”

He gripped my hips, his fingers dancing over my clit as he fucked me, faster now. I groaned, my pussy wanting to be filled too. It was so strange how that seemed to add to the sensations everywhere else. But I was so close to cuming from his touch and his cock inside me.
 

It was going to be a very different sort of orgasm this time. I knew it. And nothing prepared me for what was to come.

I froze for a second as a wave crashed through me. Then I started to thrash on the cushions. He grunted behind me as he slid in even further.

“Yes, Lexi… that’s it… oh fuck yes!”

Then he grabbed both hips and rode me. He pumped his cock in and out of my ass without mercy. He was relentless. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore I felt him grow even larger. My ass clenched around him, responding subconsciously to his impending orgasm.

He came with a low groan, filling me with his seed. His cock was extra slippery now, sliding home with each thrust. He didn’t stop the pistoning motion of his hips even as he came.

I came too, even without his fingers on my clit.

So help me, I came from his cock in my ass.

I lay there, utterly spent as he rained kisses over my neck and shoulders. By the time he pulled out, I was already wondering what the hell he had just done to me.

Whatever it was, I liked it.

He cleaned me off, kissing me from head to toe. Then we pulled our suits back on and walked out into the crystal blue water.

Chapter Seventeen

Trent

This was pretty much the best day of my life. I floated on my back, closing my eyes against the sun. I felt deeply satisfied in a way that was unfamiliar.

Not just my cock either, or my pleasantly drained balls.

Not just the fruity beach cocktails we’d consumed.

It was her. Lexi, floating beside me. She had surprised me yet again. With her playfulness. With her willingness to experiment. With her amazing, miraculously responsive body.

And it had all worked out perfectly.

I never wanted this day to end.

I turned to my side, treading water to stare at her. Her breasts broke the waves. So did her cute little feet. She was smiling.

I had to admit, the fact that she’d enjoyed everything we did was making me love her even more.

Love.

There it was again. It was impossible to deny now. I was madly in love with this impossible woman.

And I had to believe, that even if I was fundamentally unworthy of her, I was pretty sure she was starting to love me a little too.

After all, she had let me put it in her backdoor.

“How do you feel?”

I put my arms beneath her, allowing her to float without the slightest effort.

“Hmmm… good.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

She smiled.

“No. You didn’t.”

Her eyes opened. In the sunlight, with the blue waves all around us, they were startling. I saw colors I hadn’t noticed before. Dark green, gold and a slate blue, with little speck of yellow.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

“No I’m not.”

She blushed pink and swam away, splashing me. I caught her foot and dragged her up against me. Her eyes widened.

I was hard again.

“Don’t you know?”

She avoided my question, wrapping her arms around me.

“I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to show you how beautiful you are. Every day, if you will let me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“What,
 
you don’t believe me?”

“Trent… you are an amazing guy. And I know you like me. But this is just a fling. Isn’t it?”

I frowned at her, gripping her tightly.

“What are you talking about?”

“You. Your lifestyle. I can’t possibly compete with all those women. And I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to. You are so much more than any of them ever were to me.”

Her eyes widened. But she still didn’t believe me. She kissed my cheek.

“You have opened up a whole new world for me. And I will never forget it.”

Then she swam away.

I watched her saunter back to the cabana, throwing a flirtatious look over her shoulder. She thought I was a fling. A good time. She didn’t want me for real.

The sun lost its sparkle. The waves were suddenly a cheap and cheesy blue. The beach looked like a worn out old photograph. A postcard someone forgot to mail.

Hurt and anger flooded my body. She wanted to use me? Well, two could play that game.

I would use her right back.

I walked past the cabana toward the hotel. I didn’t stop, even though I heard her feet padding behind me. Once inside I started throwing clothes into the luggage.

“Trent?”

“Let’s go. The captain is ready to take us back.”

She looked at me, surprised hurt in her eyes.

“I thought we didn’t have to leave until tonight.”

I shrugged. She started to say something and stopped.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Her voice sounded so small, so hurt. For a minute I wanted to pull her into my arms, to tell her that I would be whatever she wanted. A fling. A friend. The love of her life.

Instead I just stared at her, making sure my eyes were cold as ice.

“Spit it out Lexi.”

She shook her head and walked into the bathroom. I stared at the luggage, pulling out the gorgeous silk dress I’d bought her to wear to dinner tonight. I’d made reservations at the fanciest place on the island. It was almost as good as the surf shack. I’d wanted to show her everything I loved about this place, top to bottom.

I stuffed the dress back in, pulling out the tank dress and cashmere cardigan I’d bought her for the flight back.

I laid it out on the bed for her and left, heading to the hotel bar. I needed a drink. Or twelve.

I would not be sober for the flight back, that much was certain.

Lexi

Trent was angry with me. I knew it. I just didn’t know why. He’d disappeared while I got ready, showing up only to grab our luggage and throw a hundred bucks on the pillow for the maid.