Prying Eyes (5 page)

“Your ass is going to be sore for a couple of days,” he told her, looking up at all that beautiful brown hair.

“I don’t care,” she said, turning over to face him. “It was well worth it.”

Michael chuckled, rolling her over on to her back and mounting her. “It’s not over yet.” He spread her open and entered her sensitive cunt.

“Oh, my God,” Amelia said, clinging to him and scratching his back with her fingernails. “You’re touching my tonsils, Daddy.”

Chapter Five

Michael kept a close eye on both Ben and Janice the next day after they returned to the resort. Amelia living out a fantasy last night was one thing, but her being the meat between two slices of uncaring bread was another. She was his and he didn’t plan to share her with anyone.

“Look this way, Michael,” the photographer told him as he posed alone for a billboard. The sun was already high in the sky and he sweated profusely under it and the hot photo lights.
Lucky Amelia
, he thought. She had the day off and was probably sleeping like a baby in her bungalow. She had been so exhausted when they’d left the nude resort earlier that she had slept most of the way back.

“That’s good,” the photographer replied, snapping umpteen photos with his rapid-fire camera. “The designer is just going to love you.”

Michael knew how to take a compliment. “Thank you.”

“And look at those abs.”

Some of the females hanging around the set added comments about how sexy he was. The shirt they had given him to wear was unbuttoned and blowing in the gentle Caribbean breeze. He wore a pair of tan pants that hung low on his hips, showing off his stomach and most of his pubic area, which thankfully he’d had time to wax before the photo shoot. Like Amelia, he was tired and worn out from their little adventure, but he never allowed his private life to interfere with his professional work. If he and Amelia were going to have a future together, both of them would have to work their asses off to stay on top.

“Lose the shirt,” the photographer told him.

Michael slipped off the shirt and tossed it to one of the wardrobe guys who had been eyeing him since he’d stepped on to the platform. Michael looked down at the young man and found him literally cuddling the shirt.

“Look sexy,” the photographer told him.

Michael caught the young man’s gaze and looked deeply into his eyes.

The young man blushed but did not look away.

“Perfect,” the photographer replied.

Michael raised his eyes and the young man trotted off, still hugging the shirt. He was used to men ogling his body. It came with the job. Once he had got over that fact he’d found ways to use it to his advantage.

“That’s a wrap,” the photographer told him.

Michael walked down from the platform. Ben had arrived for his shoot. Michael reached down into a cooler and pulled out a bottle of cold water.

Ben walked around him, checking him out. He whistled. “You need to put some makeup on those scratches. Looks like you’ve been clawed by a tiger.”

“No, a she-devil,” Michael answered, remembering Amelia’s little performance last night.

“That Amelia’s one hot chick,” Ben replied.

Michael looked up instantly.

“I saw the two of you last night. She’s got a great body. You’re one lucky man.”

Michael nodded but didn’t comment.

“Are you two a couple?”

“Yes,” Michael answered bluntly. He finished up the water and dropped the empty bottle into a blue recycling bin. “She’s not available.” He walked away.

* * * *

Amelia opened her eyes and looked over at the clock. Noon. She stretched. Why had Michael allowed her to sleep so late? She sat up and stretched again. Oh, yes, she’d forgotten. He was working.

Amelia climbed out of the bed and her legs trembled.
I am so sore.
She slowly walked to the bathroom.
I just need to soak.

She used the toilet and brushed her teeth while the water filled the tub. A lavender scented bath salt filled the bathroom with its aromatic smell. Amelia climbed into the deep tub, grimacing as her butt made contact with the bottom of the tub. Michael had been right. She was going to be sore for days.

Amelia closed her eyes.
Now this is the life.
She didn’t have to go to work and she had no immediate plans, which meant she could lounge around like a lazy sow for the rest of the afternoon.

“Make some room.”

Amelia opened her eyes and turned towards the door. Michael stood in the archway, looking delectable without a shirt and wearing a pair of low-riding pants.

Amelia scooted up and made room.

Michael peeled out of his clothes and climbed in behind her. “No sex,” he replied. “I just want to cuddle.” Amelia slid back and he wrapped his arms around her. “Remind me never to leave you alone with Ben.”

“What happened?”

“Jackass made an inappropriate comment about your body. He saw us last night at the nudist beach.”

“So? That doesn’t bother me. You don’t have anything to worry about. He’s not my type.”

Michael kissed the back of her head. “That’s very good to know.”

“How was the shoot?”

Michael grabbed a loofah and began scrubbing her back. “Fine. A gay man smiled at me.”

Amelia chuckled. “Gay men are always looking at you.”

“This one works in wardrobe. You should have seen him hugging the shirt that the photographer had me remove.”

“I’ve seen you without your shirt,” Amelia said snuggling back on him. His cock bobbed against her behind. “You have one impressive chest and killer abs.”

The penis rose higher, stabbing her in the back.

“You’re just saying that because it’s true,” Michael said rubbing her shoulders. His hands lowered, caressing her arms.

Amelia’s traitorous breasts responded to his touch.

Michael’s hands moved around and gently cupped them, twisting the nipples between his fingers. “They are very glad to see me.”

“I thought you said no sex.”

“And I meant it when I said it, but that was before I got into the tub.” His hands slid down her stomach.

Amelia’s body shuddered. She was incredibly sore but she wanted him too. She‘d never made love in a tub before, but this one was large and sunken, making it easy to manoeuvre.

Michael lifted her, entered her and then sat her down on his lap and began moving her body. The water washed over her breasts in a calm lapping.

“Isn’t this nice?” he asked. “I’m going to get a tub like this installed when we go back to New York.”

“Yes, it’s nice,” Amelia replied as the water washed around her and his length moved inside of her. “But it would be nicer if I could see your handsome face…”

Michael stopped moving and allowed her to turn.

Amelia sat back down on his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Michael’s tongue entered her mouth and moved around, tasting her.

Amelia trembled as she moved up and down. He filled her so completely. “What’s happening to me?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” Michael asked as he ground into her.

“Why do I respond to you like this?”

He buried his face into her breasts. “I don’t know,” he answered. He began moving her up and down more quickly. “All I know is I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He bent her backwards and water splashed over the side of the tub.

“Ooh!” Amelia moaned from the awkward position and the deep penetration.

Michael slid out of her and stepped out of the tub. “Come with me, princess.” He held his hand out to her.

Amelia stepped from the tub with his assistance and then he lifted her into his arms. Amelia giggled.

Michael carried her out of the bathroom and gently placed her on the bed. He handed her a pillow to put under her butt. “This should make you feel more comfortable.”

Amelia accepted the pillow and placed it beneath her. “Thanks.” She spread her thighs for him.

 
“No, thank you,” he said, entering her again.

Amelia’s slit convulsed, spilling her womanly fluids and drenching Michael’s thighs.

He continued to hump her, kissing her passionately until he shook and shot hot cum deep inside of her. He rolled off of her, panting. “Sorry,” he said. “I just got carried away.”

“No harm, no foul,” Amelia said using her hand to fan between her legs. “What happened before you came here? Did you see someone making out again?”

“No,” Michael replied. “Ben pissed me off.”

“And that got you excited?”

“No, the thought of him wanting to screw you made me mad. Then I saw you in that tub, and I imagined him being in there with you.”

“I don’t understand,” Amelia said sitting up.

“The sight of those beautiful breasts sitting in soapy bubbles turned me on and reminded me of the day I saw him ogling you on the set. I just wanted to claim you, mark you as mine.”

“Oh, so you were using testosterone logic.” She moved over and kissed him. “Don’t worry. Like I said before, he’s not my type.” She rolled over away from him and closed her eyes. A few minutes later, Michael snored peacefully beside her. Amelia smiled.

Men were such babies.

Chapter Six

Ralph decided to move the shoot to another location along the Andros Island. He piled all of the models into a non-air-conditioned white bus, with the trailers following along behind them. The driver, a native Bahamian, acted as tour guide, describing the scenery and telling them a little about the area as he drove.

“This island has the world’s third largest barrier reef. It measures at one hundred and forty miles long. The Bahamians call it Big Yard.”

Amelia peered out of the window through her sunglasses. The sight was really beautiful. The barrier was made of coral reefs, something rare along the American West Coast.

“Andros has thousands of kilometres of freshwater rivers that come from rainwater collected in caves in the island’s interior,” the driver went on to explain.

Amelia snuggled back in the green leather seat. She looked over at Michael as he dozed behind his sunglasses. Her heart did a funny little double-thud as she watched his chest rise and fall. Over the last few days their relationship had changed. They’d always been friends but now they were lovers…a term that confused her. She’d always loved him but had never dreamt it possible that he could love her.

Amelia shook her head. Maybe she was making too much out of it. For all she knew, she was just a handy convenience to him, and he would drop her as soon as something better with bigger breasts came his way.

Michael stirred in his sleep and then relaxed again. She didn’t know how he could sleep in the unbearable heat. She fanned herself with her hand. Ralph could have at least got a bus with air conditioning. Sweat formed in the crevice between her breasts and her thighs grew moist and stuck to the seat.

She looked back out of the window, spotting kayakers in the crystal clear, blue waters along with fishermen and snorkelers. She wasn’t a big fan of water sports. She could swim, but not well enough for any deep water activity. Amelia finally relaxed and closed her eyes while the driver continued to talk. His rich voice lulled her to sleep.