Suite 269 (15 page)

She came so hard around me I found myself calling out her name and spilling into her. My hands grabbed at her waist so hard she’d probably bruise. I couldn’t stop it; it overwhelmed me, took over my entire body. I never came so hard in my life.

Fuck. This wasn’t going to end well was it?

I
spent
the day getting completely pampered, buffed, and waxed at the spa. Jameson ordered the works for me after whispering how he was going to get me to cross off more from my list. My nerves were rattled. I hadn’t remembered a damn thing I wrote on that list. Only number ten. And ten was so stupid to write down—but I never thought he’d really go through with all this.

But I’m glad he did.

Because the way he looked at me. The way his eyes roamed over my body, followed by his hands and his lips. My God, I felt wanted, desired—cherished even.

He told me to dress for dancing tonight. So I slipped on a clinging little red dress I borrowed from Mandy with matching shoes and told him I’d meet him there. Told him I’d pick him up at the bar and gave him a little wink.

It was too much fun.

The flirting—the anticipation of what we would do next. Mostly it was the absolute freedom of being able to tell him everything I wanted and knew without a doubt he wouldn’t laugh at me. Hell, he’d try anything I asked for.

I wished I remembered what other crazy nonsense I wrote. Besides the fact that I knew Mandy probably added some stuff too since she had her hands on it last.

I left the villa at eight and made my way through the resort area into the beachfront club. It was dark—the only light came from a few flaming tiki lamps that lined rock walls surrounding the dance floor and bar. The ceiling was the sky filled with dark purples and blues and bright twinkling stars.

The place was packed with bikini-clad writhing figures—immediately making me feel overdressed. Strange, exotic rhythms beat out through the speakers and the crowd swayed and bumped to the sounds. Coco butter and salty sea air thickened my senses, making me think of lying out lazily on the hot sand of the beach.

I pushed my way up to the bar through the dancing bodies, out of breath and filled with excitement for what was to come.

Me. Me. Me. I was definitely going to come
. It was silly to feel giddy about it, but before Jameson, it had been too long. And I was entirely too young to feel so complacent about sex—I should be enjoying every second of it.

“Hello, beautiful,” the bartender said, wiping the bar top clean in front of me, “what’s your poison?”

“Hmmm. Give me something fruity and sweet. Surprise me,” I answered, trying my best to be flirty and cute.

“How about a
Sex on the Beach
?” a deep voice called out to the right of me. Both the bartender and I snapped our heads in that direction. A gorgeous male stared back at me, smiling.

Did Mandy write ‘sex with stranger’ on the list?
I quickly flashed my eyes around the bar and over the dance floor, looking for any sign of Jameson.

“Sorry. Were you waiting for someone?” he asked, leaning his head forward and whispering into my ear.

“Uh. Yes, I was?” Was this one of Jameson’s games? No way. Nope. I wasn’t ready to do anything with strangers.

The stranger shifted on his feet and laughed. “You don’t sound so sure.” His dark brown eyes darted back and forth between mine then dropped to my lips. “Maybe I’ll sit here while you wait,” he said, darkly. “I’ll help you pass the time.”

The man was sexy as hell, so I really bounced back and forth between his words making me feel creepy and wanting my new friend to snap a selfie of us to send to Trager. Yet no words came out of my mouth, because I had completely forgotten how to flirt the correct way.
Freaking Trager
.

The bartender slid a bright, orangey-red drink in front of me topped with a neon pink umbrella that seemed to glow. I darted another look at the strange man next to me and nervously giggled as I took a sip.

“So?” the stranger asked, leaning closer. “How do you like sex on the beach?”

“It’s delicious. Thank you for the suggestion.”

“You should try the real thing.”

The drink fumbled out of my hands. Thank God I caught it before it spilled all over the bar. The man slid closer to me and smiled wider. I opened my mouth to say something, and then shut it. Then I half opened it, then shut it again. I knew I looked like a dying fish gasping for air, but I couldn’t formulate the correct response to the stranger.

“Let me watch you dance. I want to see the way you move that body. Then leave with me.”

“Excuse me?” I breathed. Holy cow.
That was it? It was that easy to pick someone up?

The man’s eyes flickered to just over my head and a strange smile split across his face. “I think your wait is over.”

A pair of large hands slid over the curve of my hips and Jameson’s voice hissed into my ear, “Invite your new friend to come dance with us.”

What the frig did he just say?
I know for a fact I didn’t write down some threesome. I mean, the thought is hotter than hell, but the reality had me rooted to the spot, gaping wide-mouthed toward Jameson.

Wait. It was only dancing, right?

“Come dance with us?” I said—a little too breathy.

And then the three of us were on the dance floor. Me in the middle of two hot, hard bodies, both of whom could dance like they were having sex with me at the same damn time. It was so
like
sex I could definitely get away with telling people I actually had a threesome.

Jameson danced in the front of me—one of his legs pressed heavily in between my thighs and a hand grasping sweaty and tight just under my jaw. The stranger was flush up behind me—his hands pressed into my waist and his hard erection grinding against my ass. The sensation of more than one set of hands on me heated every inch of my flesh and ached deep through my lower belly. It made me feel sexier than ever. Strobe lights flashed and the stranger’s hands inched up wickedly and brushed over the bottom curve of my breasts.

My knees weakened and my sex pulsed and throbbed as I lost myself to the feeling. Jameson tightened his hold on my throat and lowered his lips to mine. “I need to be inside you,” he breathed wetly into my mouth, before he drove his tongue against mine.

“Fuck yeah,” I heard the stranger whisper into my ear.

This is the crap I should have been doing in my early twenties instead of wasting it all on Trager. Shit, now I had to catch up.

There was no way I was saying no to Jameson. We only had three weeks together and I wanted to be with him in every way possible. I squeezed his hands and broke off the kiss. “Follow me,” I said, biting my lip.

He yanked me back, slamming me into his hard chest. I shifted my gaze up and looked into his eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

His eyes flashed to the stranger.

Okay, here it goes. I’m going to say what I want. Then I’ll probably die of a massive bout of shame. “He could watch.”

And then James was pulling me through the crowd of dancing bodies to a dark alcove of rocks and sand. He pressed me into a coarse wall and covered my mouth with his, letting out a deep groan. His fingered teased the hem of my dress as he kissed me long and slow.

I guess he liked my idea
.

He leaned away; chest heaving with heavy breaths, and turned to the stranger. “Block us. The lady wants to be watched. Touch her and I will fucking kill you.”

He lifted up the edge of my dress, slid both his hands under my panties, and gripped onto my ass, massaging me with his strong fingertips. Inch by inch he moved his fingers down, circling and circling, teasing me until the fabric of my panties was soaked with my need for him. When the tippy tops of his hands slid against my opening, I arched up into him.

“Always so wet for me.”

“Is she wet?” the stranger murmured next to us. “How wet?”

Jameson slipped his hands off me and tugged my panties to my ankles. I leaned on him as he looped them over my heels and then he handed them to the stranger. “Feel how wet,” he hissed.

The stranger held the panties in his hands and licked his lips. Then he brought them to his face and breathed in deep.

“Holy shit, that’s…” I croaked, but Jameson’s kiss cut me off. His lips were hard and hungry against me, sucking all the air out of my lungs. He lifted my right leg and held it against the side of his waist, hooking it around him. The warm night air tingled against my damp skin.

“Take what you want, Lex,” he demanded, nipping at my lips.

I reached my hands between us and undid his pants, pulling him out and shoving all the material between us away. My movements were frantic and clumsy, but the moment his cock was in my hand and sliding over the wet heat of my skin, both of us moaned.

Hell, even the stranger moaned, who apparently was enjoying himself in his own hands while he watched.

Jameson’s hands trembled with urgency until he pushed himself deep inside me and gave out a small, sexy cry. Fuck that was sexy. Then he was filling me, over and over, plunging deep inside me relentlessly. Thrusting harder and harder, grunting heavier and heavier.

Teeth raked across my neck as my lower body ached and spiraled with tiny waves of sensations that slowly grew and grew. “This what you need, baby?”

“Yes,” I whispered, falling into the feeling building low between my legs and spreading out across my body and exploding through every nerve ending. I cried out as the sensation pounded through my body and Jameson pistoned through it, trusting harder and harder into me. “Fuck, Lex. Fuck, Lex,” he called over and over until his movements slowed and he twitched and softened inside me, fingers digging deep into my flesh, trying desperately to keep us standing straight. Next to us, the stranger grunted and jerked, coming against the wall I was leaning against, watching me.

Jameson stilled against me, breathing heavily into my neck. “This is too good, Lexi. This whole vacation is too good. I hope we didn’t make a mistake.”

E
verything was
quiet save for the slow, steady lap of the waves that washed along the sand. We spoke no words, just small glances between us, until the realization of how comfortable we were in the silence almost stopped me from breathing correctly. As I climbed to my feet, her brow arched in question, yet I didn’t answer. I didn’t like how I liked these feelings. Weird. Vulnerable. It wasn’t something I’d ever felt before. Thinking I needed to cool off in the water, I walked to the edge and felt the cool tingles of the ocean lick at my feet. The truth was, I could sit with Lexa Novak in absolute silence and not feel uncomfortable, and she could do so with me. When did we become friends? When did this contentment happen?

The questions and ease of
us
made me feel disoriented and quite surprised.

“Are you feeling restless?” she asked, sliding next to me as I stood gazing across the ocean. Our arms brushed each other’s and all I could do was pull her in front of me and kiss the nape of her neck. The long, perfect expanse of her skin as it glistened in the sun warmed my lips.
I liked the ease of us. I liked this us thing we had going on
.

“The sun is sweltering, yet you have this ability to make me shiver,” she whispered, looking out across the blue waters.

“It’s getting late. Let’s walk the beach and see what we can find,” I hinted and nudged my chin in the direction I wanted her to walk in.

“That sounds suspicious,” she giggled. Her laughter was infectious; it caused a continuous smile to be plastered on my face. I was acting like a lovesick puppy.

“As it should. Remember my job here is to fulfill all your fantasies. I think we could stumble upon one this way.” I reached down and threaded her fingers with mine. She tilted her head up to me and smiled, then leaned her head against my shoulder as we walked along the rocky beach. Just like two people in love.

Yet we weren’t.

We couldn’t be. We had to be the furthest thing from
in love
, because we only had these three weeks. That was it. It would be best to keep reminding each other of that. Repeatedly.

As the sun set, a brilliant, deep scarlet spread over the horizon. “What a beautiful sunset,” she said, smiling up at me.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. I rubbed at the sweat at the back of my neck. The way I was feeling made me clammy, gritty. It wasn’t normal—this reaction to a woman. It wasn’t normal at all. I’d always been allergic to thoughts about serious relationships with the wrong people. They’d make me break out in hives.

A small gasp escaped her lips, stopping all my crazy thoughts. Her eyes were looking just over my shoulder, right past a large rock formation that jutted out against the soft landscape. I narrowed my gaze to follow her line of sight when something that sounded like a soft sigh caught my attention.

This was what I had been walking toward.

Another fantasy to cross off her list.

Just a few steps behind the outcrop of rocks were two people sitting on a blanket, slowly kissing.
The couple I paid a hefty sum of money to be here tonight, just for Lexa’s pleasure
.

I heard Lexa gulp and practically choke on her own tongue as she stumbled back from the couple’s view.

Lexa tried to twist around in my arms, but I kept her there, facing the couple. “This was one of your fantasies, yes?”

“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her face to mine. She blinked her long lashes up at me. “But…I… What if they see us watching?” she murmured.

“Then be very quiet so they don’t see us,” I said, brushing my index finger along her jaw. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, contemplating what to do. I grasped her jaw and gently pushed her gaze toward the rocks and the couple just beyond.

She stiffened—tensed her entire body and turned her head in a different direction.

Anger and determination punched me in the gut. Why was she so reserved and self-conscious about enjoying herself? I tightened my grip on her jaw and pressed the front of my body hard against the back of hers, trapping her in the position. There was nowhere for her to look but directly at the couple. I ran my lips against her neck, sliding them up against her ear and whispered softly, “They’re here for you. For
your
pleasure. Take it.”

Her breaths sped up. Holding her as tightly as I was, I could even feel her heart pulse and stutter against my arms. Like a caged hummingbird.

With her secured in my arms, my eyes focused on the couple. The sight was utterly mesmerizing. The woman, beautifully bronzed and blonde, lay along the expanse of a blanket with her head tilted up toward the darkening sky. Her eyes were closed—lips parted slightly with small whispers of moans escaping between them. She was leaning back on her elbows and her breasts stood half out of an untied bikini top—nipples hard and dark.

Slowly, my gaze moved across her body, from the swell of her tits to her tight flat stomach, and further down to where a dark haired man lapped his tongue in long, slow strokes between her thighs. I knew from where we stood Lexa was able to hear the wet sounds of his tongue and lips sucking and feasting on her flesh, because I heard it—loud and clear. I instantly had to shift my weight to relieve the pressure of my cock against my zipper. Lexa must have noticed, because her body’s response was to gently rock her bottom back into me.

Still leaning back on an elbow, the woman reached one hand up and slid it into the man’s hair, then lifted herself harder against his face. She tangled her fingers in his hair until her fists whitened.

Lexa trembled in my arms. “Do you like what you see,” I asked in a low, choked voice.

The woman looked down at the man, watching him now, and pushing her body harder and faster against his mouth.

“Yes,” Lexa said. Her voice was husky and low. Her fingers gripped my arms tighter and I could just barely feel the tight squeeze of her thighs against each other.

“If I slip my hand between your legs, would you be wet?” I asked.

“Find out for yourself,” was her silky answer.

There was a sharp pang in my chest, the feeling of the organ shifting and pulsing. The urge to have her was instant. My cock throbbed with sensation, aching to slip itself into her warmth.

I dragged my hands down her neck and over her chest, slowly tugging down the scoop of her collar and exposing her breasts. I tilted my head over her shoulder to watch as her skin puckered against the cooling night air and her nipples hardened into tight little pink peaks.

Slowly, I continued the drag of my hands over the soft curve of her belly and into the waistband of her bottoms. Her body arched forward, pressing her ass harder against my crotch. Both of my hands slipped over the course lace of her panties. She cried out a soft whimper as I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side with one hand and with the other, I slipped a finger through the folds of her wet flesh. Her panties were soaked and she was swollen and pulsing against my hands.

I began moving my fingers, sliding them hard and slow in and out, keeping a steady rhythm, trying to match the same movements as the dark haired man who was now pounding his cock in and out of the blonde woman on the blanket in front of us.

Lexa’s breaths became loud and frantic. I moved my fingers faster and harder, competing with the other man’s thrusts. When her gasps became too loud, I yanked one hand out from between her thighs and cupped it hard over her mouth, while the other continued to plunge deep inside her body.

Her pussy began to tremble and shake around my fingers until she was clutching at the hand around her mouth, trying to yank away.

I reluctantly pulled away my hands and let her spin around until she was facing me and pulling me in for a deep, hard kiss. She slid her fingers up my chest and through my hair, pressing her body into mine. Her hips swayed and rocked, brushing her belly over the front of my pants and making me even harder than I was before. “I want you,” she whispered against my lips.

“Take what you want,” I said. Shifting our bodies gently, I guided her towards the ground until I was leaning against the rough face of one of the rocks and she was straddling my legs.

She made quick work of unbuckling my pants and pulling out my cock, while the couple a few feet away from us continued to fuck. The sound of their wet skin slapping and their low moans our soundtrack.

She jerked at my pants, tugging them down around my knees, and sat down on my upper thighs, aligning her smooth, slick entrance along the base of my dick. Desperate need had me clawing my fingertips against her hips, pushing her closer. I wanted inside. I wanted inside more than I’d ever wanted before. Her hips bucked against me, moving and sliding herself up and down along the underside of my cock. I watched as she slipped and slid against me, rubbing the head of my cock against her clit, teasing me.

Her skirt was bunched up around her tiny waist, her breasts spilling out the neck of her shirt—she looked so dirty, so erotic the way she moved and rutted against me—pleasing herself.

Her half-lidded gaze looked up to mine as she lifted her body so the head of my cock slid just against her entrance. Her jaw tightened and I watched as she struggled to swallow. I understood. I felt the same knot in my throat. A lump of something large, hard, and beautiful, and the need to utterly devour it, swallow it down and let it drown in my flesh—raced through my bloodstream.

The tip of my dick slipped into her warmth, so slowly, so deliberately, my spine ached with heat—my chest surged with warmth.

“S’good,” she said hoarsely as she sheathed herself completely over me. “You feel so good, so hard inside me.”

I had no words. I couldn’t speak. I could only grunt and growl and drown in the sensations of her riding me.

Her ass bounced slow and steady against my thighs, my balls tightening with every wet stroke of her pussy. I grabbed at the fabric of the skirt wrinkled and shoved it up around her waist and fisted it tightly. Fuck, she had control over this whole situation. All I could think about was coming deep inside her. Every roll and grind of her hips as she rode me had me panting and begging for more. She arched her back and glided one hand down the front of her body until see reached her clit and began circling it slowly with her finger. Her gaze darted back and forth between watching the couple and looking down to watch what was happening between us.

I created a monster. Damn, that was hot.

I could feel the walls of her pussy thicken and swell, tightening around me. Tiny pulses throbbed and squeezed around me as she got closer to coming. Her breathing turned louder as I pressed my face against her chest and bit through the material of her shirt to suck her nipples. Louder and louder her moans became as my cock throbbed deep inside her.

A loud whimper from her had me clamping a hand tightly over her mouth. Her eyes widened and met mine. Her pace became aggressive, faster, and harder until she was crying out into the flesh of my hand and making me come, chanting her name.

We stayed connected, staring into each other’s eyes long after the other couple left. We had spread out along the soft sand, me on the bottom and her with one gorgeous leg sprawled over me as I played with the strands of her silky hair. Everything in my gut told me I should get up and walk. Get out of the embrace.

But honestly, I just didn’t want to.

I
t was later
on that night that I realized how much trouble I was in. Lexa was taking a bath as I sat on one of the villa’s couches staring at the bathroom door she’d left open an inch. Ghostly strands of steam drifted out from the small opening and the smell of a fruity soap permeated the entire villa.

I knew she left the door ajar as an invitation. An invitation I had no plan of accepting because I had just gotten off the phone and was practically paralyzed with utter shock and confusion as to what had just occurred.

Her phone had been lying on the counter, buzzing and buzzing.

It annoyed me so much I thought about smashing it with something. I was sitting and waiting for Lexa, listening to her sing in the bathtub. The buzzing was interrupting my focus.

That’s the story I’m sticking to anyway.

Because there would be no other reason, no other excuse, for a grown man to invade someone else’s privacy by going through all their text messages. Yes, it was the buzzing. It was highly irritating.

I
was angry
. Livid. He was the idiot that cheated on her. He had no right to tell her how anyone else felt about her. No right to put her down and make her feel like he was the best thing she could ever get. It was me. I was the best thing for her. Me.

Then her phone rang and before I could stop myself, I answered, “Hello?”

There was a moment of silence. Then the idiot spoke. “I’m sorry. I must have called the wrong number.”

“Doubtful. Were you looking to speak with Lexa?”