by Piper Rayne
“Wait,” I say, scaring him with my volume. “Did you plan on getting some on this vacation?” I ask all high pitches and doubtful tones, just now focusing on his stash of protection.
Colton smiles, neither denying it nor nodding. His face is smug, and despite myself I almost reflect the same look back at him.
“You’re terrible! We’re sharing a room. What did you think this was? College again? And you could just hang a sock on the door and I’d wait for you?”
“First of all, you know me better than that. So don’t even,” Colton replies as he drops the condom onto the bed between us, giving me his full attention.
I can almost feel the mood start to slip away, and most of me regrets saying anything. It was a joke at first anyway. But now…
“And second. Maybe I was planning on finally seducing you this whole time.” His answer is smooth, calm. He doesn’t lift his eyebrows in challenge or humor. He doesn’t look away either.
“Oh, shut up,” I say, smacking his shoulder and laughing.
“Always be prepared,” Colton says right before kissing me.
It doesn’t last nearly long enough, and my head moves to follow him when he breaks our lips apart. That’s what it feels like, the breaking of a seal.
“I think I want a turn first,” he says when my eyes flutter open to see why he’s pulled away.
Then he’s licking his lips before kissing his way down my stomach just like I did to him earlier. Without hesitation I spread my legs wider for him, and let my head crash into the bed as his tongue winds down my belly; then I’m begging for more.
13
To: “Amanda” [email protected]
From: “Emma” [email protected]
Subject: Long time no talk
Email Status: DRAFT
Hey Mandy,
How the fuck are you? It’s been way too long. I meant to message you before I left for vacation, but you know what I’m like.
Anyway, what’s new with you? How’s the hubs? How’re the little brats? You growing another bun yet, or still thinking you’re going to stop at just two? I know you, and I guarantee by this time next year, you’ll be knocked up again. You just love the baby stage too much. And when we had lunch last time, I saw the way you eyed that stroller.
Or maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about lol. Who the hell knows.
I’m writing this to you from the beautiful island, where I can see and hear and even smell the ocean. Remind me why we didn’t move out here after graduating college? Oh, that’s right we had this stupid notion that we would get big grown up jobs and live in the real world. Well I say fuck it, let’s ditch all of that and move to the beach.
Okay, that might be easier for me than you considering I’m single (again) with almost no strings in my life. That’s right, I’m still on this lovely trip despite getting dumped the damn day before getting on the plane. But you know what? It’s been amazing. And I’m so glad I didn’t cancel.
Speaking of…guess who’s here with me. Well that part won’t be a surprise. But guess who’s here with me AND slept in my bed last night. Actually, I slept in his, but whatever. Can you say fun vacation rebound fling?!
Can’t guess?
WELL. Remember Colton, from the floor above us in the dorms? Yes—the very one who still lives down the hall from me. Him! And let me tell you, all those nights we speculated about what he’s packing. We were on the right track…but we didn’t give him quite enough credit. He’s got gifts. And the man has aged well. I don’t know if you ever look at my photos online, but he’s hot af.
And the things he can do with his hands…
Anyway. Let’s hang out soon when I get back.
Love and miss you,
Xoxo
Em
Sweet Claire-oline: Where the fuck are you two?
Sweet Claire-oline: Are you going to sleep the whole damn day away?
Sweet Claire-oline: Get your hungover asses up.
Sweet Claire-oline: The sun is shining, the breeze feels great, and the day is beautiful while you’re snoozing.
Sweet Claire-oline: We should be doing island things. Actually WE are, and you should too.
Sweet Claire-oline: The beach is calling your name.
Sweet Claire-oline: Okay I’m getting annoyed now, and if you don’t answer me in ten minutes I’m gonna break into your room and wake you up my damn self.
Me: Shit. Sorry.
Me: Definitely slept in.
Me: Be down in two minutes!
14
“Are you sure you don’t want to skip dinner? I’d make it worth your while,” Colton says with a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. I see it in reverse, in the mirror. But the translation comes across very clear.
And I’m tempted.
“We can’t be late again. If we stop showing up to stuff, they’re going to get suspicious,” I answer with my back still to him as I work on the finishing touches of my makeup.
Colton comes closer, and just his proximity feels different than it used to. My core, and other parts of me, start to warm with each step he takes.
So tempted.
But he’s also not the only thing on my mind. It’s kind of in overdrive today, since we dragged our sore bodies out into the daylight. Well, I’m sore, at least; I haven’t asked if he is. But with the way he’s stretched and flexed for me in the last handful of hours, I’d guess there’s some sort of tenderness there.
Anyway, I just keep overthinking.
Not when it’s just us. But with the others. I keep wondering if I’m laughing too loud at Colton’s jokes, if I’m touching him too much or too little. I just keep hoping that the changes between us aren’t obvious.
Because they are earth-shattering, even if no one knows.
And I don’t want anyone to know just yet.
“Okay, how do I look?” I ask him, forcing myself to shake off the worries and smile.
When I turn, something flashes across his face too fast for me to catch or understand. Then, it’s replaced with lust. A wonderful, drop-to-his-knees-to-worship-me kind of lust.
So I twirl, showing off the benefits of my outfit.
I might have bought this dress earlier today when I snuck away with Charli. I wanted something he’d never seen, something sexier than anything I’d brought along.
It’s black, because black matches everything while still looking divine. And it’s a flowing fabric that catches the light when I move, which is perfect for tonight.
Plus, the low neckline and the high hem aren’t too bad either.
As I spin for him the skirt flutters up a little, and my uncaged boobs bounce under the flattering fabric.
“Come here,” Colton says with a crooked finger beckoning me. The look in his eye is less demanding, but way more frantic. It’s more than lust now. Overwhelmed too.
I wink, smiling like a moron, with no intention of doing as he says.
Instead I wiggle where I’m standing, teasing.
When Colton groans, his eyes almost looking pained just before he closes them. I finally take a step. The relief melts his shoulders, and sparkles shine in his eyes as I head over to him.
When I’m in front of him, ready for the kiss I’m craving too, I see the spark of an idea light up his face. It’s an intoxicating look that has me leaning forward, waiting.
“This, Ev, I’m sorry to say isn’t quite working,” Colton says as she loops a finger under each spaghetti strap of my dress.
“Ummmm, excuse me?” I whine, in shock.
I really thought I looked great. The sparkle of my makeup pairing well with the fabric. The cut of the dress accentuating my chest while leaving room to sway and move.
Plus, I picked it out for him, thinking he’d go especially wild.
“I think this will make it perfect,” he says as in one quick move he pulls my dress over my shoulders, giving himself a great view of my now exposed tits.
My mouth d
rops open, because for the first time in my life, I have absolutely no idea what to say for a second. Though, I’m sure as hell not going to argue with a quickie, considering my nipples are already hardening and my stomach clenching.
I suck in a breath as he leans down, so ready to be driven wild.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Colton whispers with his lips just above my skin.
Which seems kind of weird when I think about it too hard, since he’s had a hold of, and time to suck and squeeze, these babies several times in the last twenty-four hours.
And even more confusion floods me when he sucks in a huge breath.
But it all makes sense when he fucking motorboats me.
Shaking his head back and forth as he uses each hand to hold and jiggle my titties around his face, blowing out a raspberry the whole time.
For a second, I’m in shock.
I can’t believe he motorboated me.
But it’s only a second because instinct takes over, and I tip my head back to laugh. It’s a deep, ab-clenching, whole-body laugh. And when Colton catches his breath, he joins me.
Though he doesn’t let go of my tits, his thumbs starting to work circles around my nipples.
“No one has ever motorboated me before,” I say through giggles when I look back to Colton.
But the laughter stops when two things happen simultaneously—I see his face as his smile morphs back into the hungry grin he had on before. The second thing is his use of gentle pinching and then tugging one of my already throbbing nipples with slow fingers.
Desire rakes through me like it’s clawing at my insides
“I’ve got another idea,” he says in almost in a growl.
“Is it another first?” I ask, but it sounds a bit like begging.
He doesn’t answer. Instead he starts kissing and sucking the nipple he just teased. With his tongue he moves in circles, alternating the pressure to keep me on my toes.
Or, well, maybe off my toes, because I start to sway on my feet a little.
And when he starts twirling his thumb and finger around the other nipple so lightly that it tingles, I actually feel my knees want to give out. There’s a give to my limbs, like Colton’s yanked the bones from me, but I catch the wall with a hand—which is lucky as shit because my eyes are definitely closed.
Not long after my palm smacks the wall, everything amazing stops. My entire chest goes cold as fingers and lips pull away.
And it’s just not okay.
Popping my eyes open, I look down to Colton who should be otherwise occupied. But he’s looking right at me instead. And his hands aren’t anywhere near where they should be either.
“What –” I start to say.
But I’m cut off as Colton’s hands—that had so sadly disappeared a moment ago—find their way under my ass cheeks. And then I’m up in the air, sort of breathless, as he carries me over to the ottoman in the corner of the room. He sets me down way more gracefully than I expect, with my ass on the end of the long, rectangular piece of furniture, my legs hanging off the end.
“For leverage,” Colton says.
Which makes no sense, but if he will just pay me some attention again then he can say all the crazy shit he wants.
Those talented fingers move toward my chest, but then he keeps going upward. Skimming over my neck, Colton gently massages the skin just below my jaw. Then with a little more pressure he tips me backward—so that I’m no longer sitting but lying down on the ottoman.
When I’m in a position that satisfies him, he traces down my throat and to my collarbone. With the pads of his fingers, Colton draws some kind of secret symbols, an erotic language I don’t know yet but cannot wait to learn.
Then, finally, he bends down and goes back to my nipples. If they could scream, they would. When his lips and his fingers return to their rightful place, to lick and suck and nibble and twirl and pinch, the world is right again.
My eyes close on their own. There’s nothing else but feeling. I can’t hear Colton as he adds more and more pressure. I don’t see anything but the back of my eyelids. I just focus on my nerve endings as they light up and catch fire.
And for the second time, while I’m building up and panting, he pulls away.
But this time there isn’t time to check and see what’s happened. By the time my eyelashes flutter open I see Colton slipping himself between my tits.
Apparently while I was otherwise occupied, he got himself ready with lube, which I’m pretty sure he must have bought some time today. Not that I care about the when or how of any of this—because the slickness is intoxicating.
“Another first,” he says with a wink.
And although I’ve never thought titty fucking would be something that I’d like, I can admit when I’m wrong.
I was so wrong.
Even though he can’t reach me with his mouth anymore, my nipples aren’t neglected in the least. And as he alternates pressure and the direction of his fingers—sometimes tugging, other times rubbing—he’s also rocking his hips.
Every once in a while, he pulls up and uses the tip of his dick to graze over my already sensitive nipples.
I cry out more than once before pushing my breasts together for him so he doesn’t have to anymore. It takes less than the span of a breath for Colton to know what I want. And he moves one of his hands backward, to go elsewhere. No other hints needed.
With a finger on my clit he rubs in circles before switching to move up and down. I can’t think straight; I’m not even sure I’m breathing anymore. And then he changes tactics again, slipping two fingers inside of me. As he moves them in and out, I think my brain starts to liquify—just like the wetness that must be coating Colton’s hand by now. He moves his other hand between my nipples, because obviously I left them exposed for him. And he makes sure to never give one more attention than the other, while I grind on his hand. He rubs and pinches while I put as much pressure around his cock as I can, making us both happy as fuck.
It’s not just that it’s new—exciting because it’s different—it does feel amazing. He’s touching me in all the right places, making sure I have all the attention I need too, getting me to buck against him. And I really do.
It comes in waves as I get my release. I think his name comes from my mouth as I squeeze down on my chest harder than before. I feel my insides clench over and over, leaving me breathless.
When I’m able to think straight, to see straight, again, I move my chin forward just enough to lick him when he’s near—which does it for him. And then he’s finding his finish right after me, and we fall into oblivion, one after the other.
The music throbs around us, pounding in my chest and pulsing through the hot air.
Sweat beads around my hairline as I move to the beat.
And I lean back into Colton’s chest as his hands find my hips. It’s hard to keep my eyes open as we dance, but I have to try. All night, since we got to the club, I’ve had to keep balance in mind.
I’ve always danced with Colton when we go out, but not exclusively. And I don’t sensor myself—normally—so I’ve been in this exact position before.
But tonight feels different.
Tonight, I can feel Colton harden against me. I can remember the whispers of his hands all over my body, without the flimsy material of the dress. I have to fight the urge to turn around and kiss him while we move to the music.
But I do fight it, because no way in hell am I telling Claire or Charli about what’s going on. Not yet. Not…idk. I just haven’t told them, and I don’t know when I will.
So tonight, I dance with anyone who wants to as well.
A few minutes ago, when I was getting a drink at the bar, a tall dude with too much muscle asked if he could drag me out onto the dance floor. I didn’t protest. I even smiled. But when Colton cut in as the song ended, I was so ready to move on to something I actually enjoyed.
And I’ve danced with the girls tonight too. Those fun moments with our han
ds in the air and our heads tipped back when a nostalgic song blares through the speakers have happened several times tonight.
Not that I expected a shitty vacation, but even in my hopes, I never imagined anything quite like this. This good. This…surprising.
As I turn to face Colton, my arms raised so I can slip them around his neck, his face reflects my mood back at me. It’s like a mirror, a beautiful echo of my own feelings.
The song slows down and switches from a rhythmic grinding to a sweeter sway. Both nice in their own way.
“Would you rather,” Colton says as he leans down say it next to my ear. I shiver, ready for something to heat me up. His grip tightens around me as he feels my tremor, forcing him to start over. “Would you rather have constant access to everything you want, but have uncontrollable gas. Or would you smell and look amazing at all times—no farts—but miss out on just one of your favorite things for life?” he asks, barely getting it out without laughing at himself.
Leaning back, I smack his shoulder. “You’re a child,” I say with a grin. “Also, I’m not ashamed to be human. Gas be damned if I get to be happy,” I add.
He squeezes my hips when I finish; it’s sweet, but there’s a glint in his eyes to contradict the gesture.
“I’d give up lots of things to make sure I didn’t stink you out of my life,” Colton says, then bursts out laughing at himself.
Claire and Tom make an appearance as Colton’s practically patting his own back, proud of his hilarity. Though, there’s even more to laugh at once they come over—because as sweet as Tom is, as much as he tries, he’s a terrible dancer.
It’s all overbite, no idea what to do with his hands, and jerky movements. Sort of reminds me of that TV episode where everyone clears off the dancefloor, afraid of being taken down by such awful moves.
But the man tries hard. He moves with Claire, never letting her go, and does his best.
“If you dance with Em all night, you’re going to miss out on the opportunities in here,” Tom says to Colton.
