They say Spanish people are lively? Nothing beats the enthusiasm and excitement of an American on holiday. I need to raise my energy level…and keep something else from raising before Eric and Elizabeth notice.
“Lizzy,” he corrects. “You know her as Lizzy.”
“Lizzy? But she’s like…” I hold my hand out flat, dropping it down to my waist to show him how tall she is.
“Not anymore, buck-o. That was what…a good fifteen years ago or so?”
“Fifteen…?
He nods. “Kids grow up. It’s what they do.”
“So you’re telling me this…is Lizzy?”
“In the flesh.”
I turn back and look at her. Oh what a bunch of glorious flesh it is.
“Hola,” she says softly, still waving.
This is going to be one hell of a trying ten days. What am I even talking about? I’m not even going to try and keep it in my pants, nor am I going to try and do something with her. I am going to do something with her…everything in fact.
Because I’ve got ten days to show her, and her man-child of a dad, that she’s mine.
“Would you like to order drinks?”
Our heads all turn to the hotel staff who suddenly snuck up and is now standing just beside us.
“Sangria pitcher, por favor,” Eric says in the absolutely most broken Spanish I’ve ever heard.
“Una botella de sangría?” she says, looking at me for confirmation.
“Better make that dos!” Eric says. “Today’s Lizzy’s birthday…well, tonight at midnight that is, but you all drink starting at fifteen here, right? Thirteen at dinner or something like that?”
“Uh…something like that,” I say.
“Dos?” the waitress mouths.
I nod.
Dos is right, as in two, as in Lizzy and me.
I feel absolutely terrible for thinking this but for the first time in my entire life my best friend feels like a third wheel.
We were inseparable back in the States when I studied there. He’d do anything for me, give anything to me…literally the shirt off his back.
But will he give me his daughter, and his blessing to be with her?
That’s the only question that matters now, and that’s what I have to find out.
“You got an air bubble in your swim shorts,” Eric says pointing right at my groin.
¡Ay, Dios mío!
CHAPTER 2
Lizzy
Many hours later we lay back in the pool and watch the sun set over the Barcelona Cathedral, a Gothic cathedral constructed from the thirteenth through the fifteenth century. It’s absolutely amazing, as is the sunset, but nothing compares to what I’ve had my eyes on all day.
Him, the same man I’ve had my eyes on since high school thanks to my dad always raving about him, hearing that masculine voice of his on speaker phone seemingly every week as they talk over business, and the pictures around the house dad has of the two of them together...and it’s all built up to this moment.
I have prune hands, prune toes, and pretty much everything else having sat in this dipping pool all day, yet I don’t mind one bit.
Why? Because I’ve managed to work my way to the side of Alejandro while my dad sits on the other. And I’ve been thinking about just how much I’ve wanted him to dip something inside me for years now. And not just dip, more like thrust the whole thing…every single inch, over and over and over again until he has my head spinning so crazily, and my world in pieces, that it’s like a Picasso, a work of art that only he can help me create.
“One more round?” my dad throws out there.
“We still have to go out tonight,” Alejandro says.
“No way. Not me. The flight was too long. I’m crashing early tonight. Going all night on the first night is a rookie move. This vacation is a marathon not a sprint.” Dad downs the last of his drink and then adds, “But you two knock yourselves out.”
Alejandro looks at me and I lock eyes right back, not noticing that my motor skills are diminishing and my glass starts to turn sideways and suddenly ice cubes are falling out.
“Whoops!” I say, reaching over to grab them, my breast pressing firmly into the side of his arm. I angle my far shoulder in a way so that my breast closest to him wraps around his bicep, straining against it and I feel it flex.
I dart my hand toward one of the ice cubes, but I do it too fast and too aggressively and my hand misses but goes underwater…finding his completely erect, thick rod.
I brush against it and just leave my hand on his thigh, causing his muscles to contract.
I told myself I wasn’t coming back from this vacation a virgin and dammit if right now doesn’t seem like the moment to make that happen. I wasn’t about to enter my senior year of college with my innocence intact, but I’m also not about to be any more obvious about my desire for my dad’s best friend while I’m sitting so close…to my dad, his best friend the only thing in-between us.
“That’s it for me,” dad says, standing from the pool and searching for a towel.
Alejandro looks at me deeply before saying, “You have no idea what kind of trouble you’re getting yourself into,” in that deep, voice of his that sounds like slow poured honey over hot coals.
“You think so?” I fire back. Two can play at this game.
“Keep this up and you’re going to get a spanking.”
“Is that a promise, or a threat? Because if it’s a promise we can skip all this because I’m ready now. If it’s a threat just let me know and I’ll keep pushing…until it’s a promise.”
I feel Alejandro’s hand slide up my spine and I lean into it, my shoulder blades clenching together before he knives his hand in my hair, jerking it back.
The tugging has my mouth opening instantly and I whimper out hard.
“Lizzy?” my dad says.
“Just a cramp dad…from sitting,” I say…but Alejandro’s hand, which my dad can’t see from his angle, keeps tugging.
“Maybe you better get out too…come back to the room with me.”
Is he starting to suspect something? I don’t think so, but then again I don’t want him to either…I think.
Although the thought of my dad having suspicions about Alejandro and I could be even more of a turn-on than this already is, I need to pump my brakes. Alejandro’s clearly attracted, and I’m beyond smitten. I want to get what I want first before we turn up the heat. I don’t want to come out too hot and then putter out of steam before anything gets a chance to actually happen between us.
“What room are you in?” Alejandro asks my dad, his grip loosening and his hand carefully sliding back down my spine and into the water without so much as making a sound.
“What are you talking about? Same as yours.”
“Same as mine?”
“Yeah, we booked the same room, remember?”
“Yeah, but you checked in already. You can’t check-in unless—“
“My name is on the reservation too, which it is. I just asked them to wheel in a separate bed for Lizzy.”
Alejandro nods. “Oh.”
“Unless you want to sleep on that thing and offer her yours.”
“Of course,” Alejandro says, like a true gentleman.
“No, it’s fine. I’m a lot smaller than you. You’re what? Five foot six?”
“You mean six foot five?” he says.
I blush, or is it just the flush from the alcohol. “Ah, yes. Six five.”
“Ready, hun?” my dad asks.
“I’ll be down in just a second, dad. You can shower first.”
He doesn’t move.
“Maybe better if you shower first since it takes you longer.”
“That doesn’t make sense, Eric,” Alejandro says, finally turning his focus from me.
“Jeez, how much did we drink?” my dad asks.
“Too much. Too, too much. Let me go first,” Alejandro interjects, standing quickly. I pull my hand quickly from his lap before his t
high breaches the water.
The void left by the skin to skin contact is immediately very apparent and reminds me just how much I want him. “You two can enjoy the view from up here. It will just take me five minutes.”
“Sure,” my dad says, wrapping his towel around him and moving back toward me as Alejandro quickly moves toward the elevator.
“So, what do you think of Alejandro?” dad asks.
Is this some kind of trick question?
“Yeah, he’s nice.”
“Yeah, great guy. I can’t believe he’s still single.”
“Why’s that?” I feign ignorance. “A lot of guys are staying single for longer these days. Women too.”
“I know it’s just that…yeah, who knows?” Why didn’t he finish that thought?
I’ve been pretending a lot lately, including last night when our flight took off. I told my dad we should get to the airport early thinking maybe we could get upgraded when I really knew there was a flight leaving two hours early on the same airline and tickets were still available. And then, of course, whaddya know…we were able to get ‘upgraded’ to the earlier flight, which meant we could surprise Alejandro.
And what a surprise when he saw me, and then my dad. I’ve been working on my body hard ever since my dad promised me this trip for my birthday if I aced the entire semester. You better believe I was downing double espressos and telling everyone in the dorms that I couldn’t do anything fun this past semester…and now I sure hope I’m going to makeup for lost time…with Alejandro.
I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse that my dad forgot to upgrade their reservation, which is the reason I didn’t have a bed at first. The thought of only two beds in a place this big is kinda crazy, but what would be even crazier is if Alejandro slipped into mine, the proper bed he gave up for me, and we shared it for the night...without my dad finding out.
“How long as it been?” dad asks.
“He just went down.”
“Want to go surprise him?”
“How?”
“I don’t know. We’ll think of some prank we can play on him.”
My dad, always the joker. “Sure dad. Let’s go.”
We move to the elevator.
“Think he’ll be expecting something, being that he knows you so well?” I ask.
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
CHAPTER 3
Alejandro
“Come on, come on,” I say as I tap my foot waiting for the keypad to flash green.
The split second it does I put a shoulder into the door and dash past Eric and Lizzy’s suitcases and straight into the shower.
Turning the water on with my left hand and yanking off my Hugo Boss swim trunks with my right I’m ready to release this pressure in my balls that’s about to explode like a volcano that’s been dormant for centuries.
I squirt a drop of shower gel into my palm and start stroking, running my palm along the underside of my shaft while the ice-cold water rains down on my shoulders. The temperature of the water does nothing to dissuade my dick that it needs to be harder than ever before. I may be human, but for the first time in my life I feel like a complete beast…the urge to mate is real.
“Lizzy,” I groan as I run my hand along the length of my cock, my grip tightening as my other hand claws at the Spanish tiles that line the shower wall.
I’m so damn close to finishing already, my mind picturing that heavenly-body of my best friend’s daughter…the one I thought was twenty years old max, only to find out I was exactly right…until the clock strikes midnight tonight, making her legal in any and every country known to man…but off-limits to one man. Me.
I breathe in deep, not even noticing the bit of water I take in. I swear I can smell her. It sounds crazy considering we were in a pool, but that woman had a scent all afternoon. It was sweet like a Valencia orange and smooth as Andalucía olive oil. And that’s exactly what I want to cover her body in for a massage in the Catalonian sun before I lick off every last inch of extra pure virgin oil from…my eyes shoot open. Fuck! Is she…?
A virgin?
Mine.
I don’t know much about kids these days, but I know there’s a prevalent hook-up culture with apps that allow you to order up sex just as easily as a pizza.
But not her. No way. Eric might be a kid at heart, but I know he doesn’t go for that kind of thing. I know he raised her right, despite his wife’s promiscuous ways. If anything, she probably wanted Lizzy to follow her around the world chasing Greek shipping magnates off the coast of Santorini just like she’s been doing behind Eric’s back for years. Business trips? My ass.
But what about that ass on Lizzy? Fuck me.
She was brushing the side of that perfect apple up against me all day. And when she was trying to grab that ice cube? That was the last straw…her hand brushing against my cock had me to the point I damn near had to call the front desk to get them to bring up a pool closed sign because I was dangerously close to filling it with my seed.
But no way in hell is that happening. I’m not wasting seed like that. This is for her, despite what I’m doing now.
Hell, I need to unload this right now just to be able to stand up…to be able to think straight. And you can bet your bottom dollar there’s quart after quart more right behind it. I’ll never run out of seed for my woman, and that’s damn sure what she already is whether she knows it or not.
She may be playing little Lolita games out there in the pool, but I know the truth. There’s more. This isn’t just lust. This is a Spanish villa full of little olive skinned children who swim in the Mediterranean, playing chess with daddy in the shade in the afternoon, and falling asleep early to the sound of locusts…so their mother and I can make even more siblings for them.
This is perfection. This is the perfect life. And this…all starts with her, no matter how much my conscience tells me it can’t.
The bathroom door creaks slightly but I don’t even turn to look at it. Behind the frosted glass I just continue pumping my cock into my fist until my hand pulls back to my forehead before slapping against the tiles as my hips jerk and I paint the tiles like a fucking Jackson Pollock.
My lips wrap around an imaginary nipple that seems so real as another load quickly spurts out, and then another, before I realize I’m living in a VR world I’ve created in my head.
My eyes slowly open, indifferent to the water which is washing down my face and over them.
My chest heaves as I slowly lower myself to the base of the shower, my knees weak, and my breath short.
Damn was that ever intense.
They say running with the bulls in Pamplona makes your heart beat like no other? Well, I’d put what I just did head to head with that, or anything, any day.
Because of her and her alone.
A few minutes later I clench my stomach muscles, inhale deeply, and rise back to my feet. I take a quick proper shower before Lizzy and Eric get back to the room.
When I’m finished I slide the door open and reach for my towel…which is missing.
“Eric? Lizzy?” I call out, my voice booming through our ‘Grand Suite.’
Crickets.
I swear I saw a towel on the rack, but then again the only thing I’ve seen clearly since she walked into my world earlier today in that white swimsuit is us making a family together.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but of course I know it’s really her.
I step out of the shower and quickly move toward the door, seeing a closet just on the other side of the hallway.
There must be towels there.
The moment my foot crosses the threshold I hear, “Got ya!” Followed by, “Oh, dude! Put that away!”
I turn and see Eric jerking his head to the side and covering his face. If he pulled that prank what the fuck did he expect?
But what I didn’t expect to see was Lizzy right there by his side doing the same…but with her fingers clearly spread taking in the sight of me.
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