The Bikini Diaries (14 page)

"And by the way, a real bad girl wouldn't blink at deriving pleasure from a cucumber."

She smirked playfully, even as he continued moving the cucumber in and out. "Smart-

ass."

"Just calling it like I see it. And if the halo fits..."

She gasped. "Oh,
please.
You might not think I'm a bad girl, but you
cannot
think I'm an angel, given the things we've done together the last two nights."

"Fair enough." He offered a shrug, still working the vegetable-turned-sex-toy.

"I'm going to convince you yet that I'm the baddest girl you've ever met."

He grinned—and shoved the cucumber deeper in her cunt. 'If the
cucumber
fits," he said, meeting her gaze and letting his amusement fade, "then fuck it for me."

And so she did. But this time she
really
did it—she stopped thinking, she let her eyes close as the pleasure grew more invasive, more overwhelming; she let herself be a kinky

bad girl for him. She loved feeling his eyes on her there even if she wasn't looking

anymore, and she let it make her still hotter, still wetter—until she could hear her own wetness as the cucumber thrust inside her, again, again.

He gave her still more pleasure,
unbelievable
pleasure, • when he bent to lick her clit, hard. It felt much different, much more powerful with something inside her below—it

was
double
the pleasure, two entirely different kinds that couldn't be delivered by one man the normal way. A man could fuck you and a man could lick you, but he couldn't do

both at the same time—only now
this
man was doing that, and the pleasure was wild and pervasive as she lifted herself against his mouth, as she fucked what he held in his hand with intense total abandon.

She cried out and soaked it all in. She clutched at the bed-sheets, balling them in her fists.

She reached over her head, pressing her palms to the headboard for leverage. And when

Brandon sucked her clit deep into his mouth, she exploded, the climax roaring through

her like a freight train. "God, yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed as the pulsations rolled through her.

Oh Lord. She'd just fucked a cucumber. That was the reality of getting kinky that hit

when the orgasm was over. But when Brandon eased the cucumber out, lowered a gentle

kiss just above her slit, and whispered, "Damn, bunny, that was so fucking hot," it made everything okay.

She lay quiet for a moment, recovering, then peered down to ask the weird question that

had just entered her mind. "So, are you still going to eat this particular cucumber?"

He grinned up at her, eyes twinkling. "Sure," he said. "It'll be just like eating you in a whole different way."

She lifted her hand to cover her mouth—hiding her smile at how nasty her hot lover

could be. And if she was smiling, that must mean she could be pretty nasty, too.
I really
am
a bad girl now, inside and out.

He watched her sleeping among tousled sheets. Her nipples remained erect and beautiful,

even in slumber. He liked her body. No, more than that. He'd seen plenty of naked

women in his day, but he was more fascinated just watching her sleep than he could ever

recall being with anyone before. Something about her was so... natural, genuine. Most

women he'd been with had either seemed to put on airs of some sort or they were all

beauty, no brains. So maybe he was fascinated by more than just her naked body. But at

the moment, that was the part that held his attention.

She lay on her back, her tits drooping toward either side, but he didn't mind. Again,

something in how natural that looked also became beautiful. She had a small scar just

below one of them—he wondered what from. Her belly button made a small oval pool

just above a small pooch of tummy that, like everything else, made her all the more

lovely and real. She was a real woman, nothing fake or sculpted about her.

But was she a bad girl? He still voted no. Like he'd told her, the cucumber wouldn't have freaked out a bad girl so much. On the other hand, within moments of meeting her, he'd

understood that she was open to casual sex with him. Why
was
that? Was she lonely? A beauty like her with a great personality—nah, couldn't be. Was she on the rebound from a bad breakup? Maybe she was what he'd originally thought—just a woman who liked sex

as much as he did and wanted to indulge in it.

But since then he'd seen too many moments when she seemed surprised. About fooling

around where someone could see, about cucumbers. On one hand, she'd seemed

completely experienced and ready to party, but on the other, he sometimes got the idea he was taking her places she hadn't been before.

Ah, hell. Maybe he shouldn't ask himself those kinds of questions. Normally, he didn't

care why a woman wanted to fuck him—so long as she wanted to fuck him. Like every

other woman, Wendy would be gone from his life soon enough and nothing would matter

but the fact that they'd brought each other some pleasure. Okay, some fucking
intense
pleasure. Still, in the long run, his curiosity about her wasn't important—in fact, it was wasted thought.

Just then, she shifted, rolling over on her stomach, one knee bent out beside her. And,

like every other view of her, the curve of her back, the roundness of her ass, struck him as beautiful. Yes, she'd be gone from his life soon—but already, he found himself wanting

to remember her. More than the others. He wished he could take a picture of her like this to help preserve the moment—but then he laughed inside. His sexy bunny would have a

fit if he even suggested that. Again proving that she wasn't. really a bad girl.

He'd come twice already, but watching her, he hardened again. She was just too pretty

sleeping to... let her keep sleeping.

So he found himself easing up behind her on the bed, running his hand slowly from her

shoulder down over the curve of her waist and onto her sweet bottom. It brought to mind

a memory, the vision of how she'd looked last night on her hands and knees on that

lounge chair as he'd moved in to fuck her from behind. Hell, maybe she was a bad girl,

after all. What the hell
was
the exact definition of a bad girl anyway? He'd thought he knew, but she was changing his perceptions. His naughty beach bunny didn't fit neatly

into any one slot.

Rubbing his hand in a circle on her bottom made her stir slightly, then look over her

shoulder with a smile. "Did I sleep long?"

He shook his head. "A few minutes."

"Mmm. Good. I don't want to miss anything."

That made him grin. "Don't worry, bunny. Anything I do to you worth feeling would

definitely wake you up."

She licked her lips, then murmured, still sleepy-sounding, "That feels good."

His hand on her ass, she meant. "I can make it feel better," he promised, then used both hands to begin massaging, kneading her rear.

"Mmm," she nearly purred, and the sound went straight to his dick, turning it still more rigid.

As he continued kneading Wendy's hot, round ass, which she arched slightly for him

now, he studied her there, the same as he'd studied her pussy, wanting to visually drink her up, every bit of her. Then he remembered. His promise to her last night. His really

dirty
promise. With his eyes on her lovely rear, he suddenly wanted to keep it—right now.

So as he massaged her soft flesh, he splayed his fingers wider, and he let both his thumbs begin to stretch inward—toward her anus.

Almost immediately, he heard her reaction—a soft, pleasured sigh. He smiled inwardly,

his chest expanding with lust. He loved that she liked ass play.

Kneading her more deeply still, he let his thumbs dig into her flesh as well, knowing it would stimulate her where he wanted it to. His reward was another hot sigh—and slow,

labored breathing.
Yes, baby, that's so good.

When one thumb brushed over her asshole—which puckered slightly for him now—she

let out a quick little gasp, then shivered slightly. He couldn't resist bending down to give her ass a tiny nibble, so pleased that she was as sensitive there as in other key places. She let out a sexy hiss in response.

Raking his middle finger beneath her, upward, though her pussy, he found it delightfully moist—which was exactly what he'd been after, a little lubricant. Then he began rubbing

the same fingertip in a small circle directly at the hot little fissure of her rear.

Her breath came harder then, pretty and excited—her eyes were closed, her lips parted in passion.

"Feel good, bunny?" he asked softly.

"Yes." The reply came on a quick breath. "Oh, yes."

"Good," he whispered, then pushed the tip of his finger inside.

A small, low cry escaped her, hardening his cock still more, and he began to drive his

finger inward, in the rhythm of sex, again, again, pushing it deeper with each small thrust.

She hugged her pillow tight now, releasing rough, jagged breaths, and he knew he had to

take this further, use more than just his finger on her. The raw lust coursing through him demanded it.

So as he finger-fucked her and listened to her hot, naughty whimpers of pleasure, he

leaned over to the bedside table and used his free hand to open the drawer, glad he kept a little tub of Vaseline next to the bed.

When he drew his finger out, she flinched and said, "You're done?" He adored how innocent and disappointed she sounded.

"Not even close, bunny," he assured her. Then he uncapped the Vaseline and dipped two fingers inside.

Swirling the petroleum jelly on her anus, he promptly reentered her, with both heavily

lubricated fingers. She cried out, clearly stunned, but just as quickly settled back into the soft moans of pleasure. He pushed his fingers in all the way, but instead of thrusting, this time he began to move them in a counterclockwise circle inside her, as much as was

possible, to begin opening the tight passageway wider.

"Relax for me, baby," he told her, his voice low, when she began to let out jagged little cries of joy, her body jerking a bit. "Relax and enjoy."

Her voice sounded shaky. "I think I could come... just from this."

Behind her, he smiled. "Don't. Not yet anyway."

"Why?"

"More to come," he said simply.

Wendy felt crazed with the strange pleasure echoing through her. Just like last night on the beach, she was astonished that anal penetration could deliver so much pleasure. And

such a
different
and
intense
pleasure, too. It seemed to curl and twist through her body like a plume of smoke. But it was harder, more solid than smoke. It was like a wiry rope wrapping around her, around her torso, across her shoulders and neck, even her arms. She felt the strange sensation
everywhere.

And then, suddenly, his fingers were gone, and she wondered what was happening, and

she found out when something much larger began to nudge at the opening. "What are you

... ?" she asked, jerking to look over her shoulder—but the angle didn't allow her to see what he was using.

"Cucumber," he said.

She yanked her gaze to his face. 'Are you serious?"

He looked taken aback, like she'd just accused him of something. "Yeah—why?"

She swallowed, suddenly nervous. "It's... big."

He smiled—soft, sexy, indulgent. 'Actually, it's not nearly as big as me."

"But it's a lot bigger than your fingers."

He laughed softly. "That's the idea." Then shook his head lightly. "You don't want me to?" '

It was the first time tonight that he'd asked her, given her a free choice. And she felt like she was letting him down. And maybe missing out on something. She hesitated.

He lowered his chin lightly. "It'll go easier than you think, baby—I promise."

"Okay," she said. That easily. Dear God, was she crazy?

"Just relax," he told her, "and lift your ass for me, just a little—okay?"

She lay back down on her stomach, arms wrapped around the pillow beneath her, and

remembered—this was pleasure, not pain. So far it had
definitely
been pleasure.

Unimaginable, unfathomable
pleasure. She closed her eyes and, when the pressure came, bit her lip. And wanted it. Wanted it so bad. Same as when she wanted a cock in her

pussy, yearned to take it inside. Only this was a different part of her body—and she

suddenly wanted Brandon to fill it.

A low moan rose all the way from her belly when he pushed the cucumber in. Her first

thought—he was right; it had gone easier than she'd imagined. Her second—
Oh God, I'm
really doing this. Really being fucked in the ass.
And by a freaking cucumber, no less, but she tried to blot that part out.

She felt so full back there. In a good way. Invaded. In a good way.

Then he began to move it gently in and out.

Oh Lord.
She cried out, crazed by the sensation. If she'd thought she'd felt his fingers everywhere ... God, she felt this
in her hands, in her feet, in her face, her very lips.
She heard herself panting, and also heard Brandon's voice. "That's so good, baby. You're taking it so good for me. Please tell me it feels good."

"Yes," she managed on a whimper, but talking was hard now—even thinking was

difficult. This was all about having something done to you, something so overwhelming

that it consumed you.

'Ah, bunny, that's so damn hot. I wish you could see how amazing you look."

"Obscene?" she found the strength to suggest.

"Yes," he said, quite seriously. "And beautiful."

That turned her on even more somehow, and she found herself licking her upper lip and

raising her ass higher for him.