Key West

by Lacey Alexander

  When he pushed the curtain back, Carrie felt like she was stepping into the Twilight Zone. No one saw them exit the booth, and everything was essentially as it had been when they’d gone in—people still drank and talked, music still played, Shay still delivered colorful drinks and mugs of beer in those sinfully short shorts—but everything felt different. Her whole body felt energized with what had just happened between them. As she walked with Chris back to the bar, she felt like they shared a naughty little secret, and as she climbed up on her stool, the circulating air from a ceiling fan above washed lightly over her bare pussy beneath her skirt. She was no longer worried about right or wrong—everything felt right. And she was no longer worried about how she’d feel when this was over—she was living in the moment and intended to continue that way.

  The only thing that worried her was the fact that they’d not succeeded in getting his tremendous cock inside her, but Chris didn’t seem concerned. So the only thought in her mind as she took a sip from the fruity rum mix he’d been serving her all evening was that she couldn’t wait to get him in bed and try again.

  Chapter Five

  An hour later, Chris led Carrie through the entryway of the Lazy Lizard, out onto Duval Street. It was late, but he wasn’t even close to being ready for sleep. He’d felt somewhat wired since their little cruise on the Party Barge yesterday, but the last hour since their encounter in the phone booth, he’d felt as wide awake as if he’d been drinking coffee all night. He was so ready for more with his hot, sexy little angel.

  “Your place or mine?” she asked, raising her eyebrows playfully. He loved the sexy, anxious light in her eyes and was glad their mishap earlier hadn’t deterred her from wanting to fuck.

  “Scott’s probably at mine.”

  She gave her head a teasing, speculative tilt. “Scott’s pretty hot. Maybe we should go there.”

  He couldn’t help laughing. From prim to saucy to downright sinful, he never knew what to expect from this woman, and maybe that was what he loved about her. “Don’t you think maybe you should master one cock first before you move on to two?” he joked.

  Her face colored prettily. “Don’t worry—I don’t think I could ever handle more than just you.”

  He had his doubts about that, but let it drop. He thought his hot little angel could handle way more than she even knew yet, and he hoped by the time they went to sleep tonight she’d understand that.

  “It so happens I have a fabulous honeymoon suite going to waste,” she announced.

  “Not for long,” he said with a grin, taking her hand to pull her through the quiet late Monday night crowd of Duval Street.

  “Um, aren’t we going the wrong way?”

  He squeezed her hand and smiled into her eyes. “Nope. We have to make a little stop first. I have a plan, remember?”

  “Oh yes. The plan. I’ll admit I’m curious to hear it.”

  “You won’t have to wait much longer,” he said, leading her through a crosswalk against the light since the path was clear. “Because here we are.”

  The sign above them read Exotica—Toys and Apparel. A mannequin in the store window wore a black leather corset and black thigh-high boots, and although that wasn’t why he’d come here, he couldn’t help thinking how hot Carrie would look in such a costume, baring her pretty little pussy to his feasting eyes—and mouth.

  He watched her reaction—she blinked, appearing to slowly absorb the type of establishment he’d brought her to, then gave him a questioning look. “What are we doing here?”

  He only laughed in reply, and before she could protest further, he drew her into the sex shop.

  The store was filled with racks of sexy clothing, from lacy lingerie to hardcore BDSM wear. The walls were lined with porn movies and sex toys. He had a feeling that, despite her new bravado, Carrie was mortified to be walking through such a place, so as he led her back to a wall covered with dildos and vibrators, he turned to her with a grin. “Ever been in a sex shop before?”

  She shook her head, her eyes wide.

  “Ever played with sex toys?”

  Another shake of her head, her pretty curls bouncing about her face. He wasn’t surprised.

  “That one guy you’ve been with all this time—he doesn’t sound like much fun. Good thing I came along when I did.”

  “I still don’t know what we’re doing here.”

  He released her hand as they reached the wall of phalluses. Studying the packaged offerings, he chose a standard cylindrical vibrator of neon yellow, a bigger, cock-shaped vibrator in pink, and a simple but sizable flesh-colored dildo which, according to the package, was nine inches.

  After selecting batteries from a rack behind them, he said, “Ready,” turning to face her with his selections in his hands.

  She raised her eyebrows. “Uh, we’re buying all of these?” He couldn’t help enjoying her visible, nervous swallow. “I don’t know why I need any extra penises when I can’t even use the one I’ve got.”

  He laughed out loud, drawing a curious look from the woman behind the counter up by the front window. “That’s exactly why,” he explained. “We’re going to use them, one by one, to stretch out your pussy until you can take me.”

  “Oh,” she said, the light of understanding dawning in her gaze. She tilted her head, looking intrigued by the concept. Still, she cast a glance of doubt to the toys in his arms. “So these things actually feel good, huh?”

  He grinned at her naïveté. “So I’ve heard.”

  “I’ve just never really understood why women would use them if they already have a perfectly good lover.”

  “Well, not being a woman, I can’t call myself an expert, but I’m guessing there are lots of reasons. Like that I can’t make my cock vibrate like one of these,” he said on a chuckle. “And like sometimes a guy needs to take a little break if he doesn’t want to come yet, and one of these can keep you happy in the meantime. And like sometimes a guy’s cock is just too damn big for his girl’s hot, tight little pussy.” He concluded with a wink and loved watching the fire rise in her eyes.

  A few minutes later, they were walking back down Duval Street, bag in hand. When they passed the strip club on Duval, a hawker out front said, “Come on in, guy. Don’t worry, honey, it’s not just for your boyfriend here. Girls like to look, too.”

  “Not tonight, thanks,” Chris said easily as they passed, and he noticed Carrie’s eyes rising to the building’s second level where he knew slightly opened shutters always allowed passersby to catch a glimpse of the girl nearest to the window.

  He squeezed her hand tighter, remembering she didn’t have on panties, and recalling why—how he’d ripped them off in a fit of passion, how hard his dick had been for her then and was again now, how sweet the hot honey between her legs had tasted.

  He couldn’t believe he’d come on her like that, but damn, to hear a girl who’d been so shy in the beginning start talking about her pussy and his cock—it had pushed him too far. Of course, the feel of her super-tight little passage had helped. He hadn’t gotten much of his cock inside, but the portion that had entered her had been hugged ultra-close in a snug little tunnel of pleasure. She wasn’t the first woman who’d had a little trouble taking him the first time, but she was definitely the tightest he’d ever been with, a thought which stiffened his dick a little more.

  And filled him with an urge that couldn’t wait another step.

  Without warning, he dragged her off the sidewalk into a breezeway that led to some jewelry cabanas and a small art gallery, which were all closed for the night. Wrapping himself around her, he pressed his hungry mouth down on her silky lips, kissing her firm and hard, letting his tongue invade her. He squeezed her ass in his palms through her skirt, then reached beneath, kneading her bare cheeks. She kissed him back just as voraciously and he got lost in the sensations, sinking his fingers down, down, until he was stroking her cunt from behind. So wet for him, still. So wet he was surprised she wasn’t dripping. It made
him release a short growl as he eased his middle finger into her, pushing it up, up, until she was moving against his rigid erection.

  Damn, like earlier, he’d just meant to kiss her, just meant to tease her a little, but already, he wanted to fuck her, right here and now. The only thing that kept him from it was the bag he’d dropped on the ground in their little frenzy of passion. It contained the keys to setting her free, to letting them have sex anywhere they wanted. Regretfully, he pulled away from her. They were both panting.

  “Sorry, angel,” he breathed. “I just didn’t think I could wait ‘til the hotel.”

  “Then let’s hurry.”

  * * * * *

  Chris lay on the bed in her hotel room, naked, watching her feast her eyes on his fully grown cock. “Like what you see?” he teased.

  “Love what I see. Just wish I could get it in my pussy.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t worry. Not a problem. Trust me.”

  His focus changed when she approached the foot of the bed in her bra and skirt. She pointed at the pieces of apparel. “Which one should go first?”

  “Let me see your pretty breasts.”

  She reached behind her back and a moment later was drawing the sexy white lace away from her body. “Mmm, angel, so nice.” He could scarcely remember when he’d seen a lovelier pair. Large and round, he knew he couldn’t even begin to contain the mounds in his hands. Her nipples stood atop them like hard pink beads. They’d felt so hot on his tongue earlier—he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them again. “Now the skirt,” he instructed.

  Licking her luscious upper lip, she lowered the side zipper and eased the skirt down, revealing her sweet slit. Thin, pale brown hair curled toward it, seeming to frame it. Her clit and inner pussy lips jutted out slightly, the perfect little teases for the treasures he knew lay hidden inside.

  “One guy since high school, huh?”

  She nodded, kicking the skirt off, making her breasts—now highlighted by subtle tan lines—jiggle slightly. “Yep.”

  “And you waited this long to marry him?”

  She shrugged. “Waiting just became sort of a habit with us. First it was waiting until we were out of college. After that, it was waiting until our careers were established—in my case, until my bookstore took off. We only decided to get married a couple of months ago, and the truth is, I’d been hinting. And now I have to wonder if I coerced him into something he didn’t really want to do.”

  “Are you heartbroken?”

  She lifted one knee to the bed and tilted her head, letting her eyes glimmer as the hint of a smile formed on her face. “If you’re asking me if this is a rebound thing, no. Although I suppose I’ve only been realizing since arriving down here how much I really don’t miss him, and that not marrying him was definitely for the best. After all, he’s obviously not the guy I thought he was…and, well, as you’ve witnessed firsthand, maybe I’m not the woman I thought I knew, either.”

  He grinned. “Even if it was rebound sex, I’d still take it. I’m not opposed to helping a girl get over a breakup. But I’m glad it’s not. And I’m amazed I’m only your second.” Amazed, and excited. Sex was easy in Key West, and there was no denying that was one of the many draws the place had on him, but it also made it so that he couldn’t remember ever being with a woman here who wasn’t just as experienced as him. To be with Carrie made him feel special, and it made him all the more determined to make it good for her.

  “Crawl up here beside me,” he said, patting the pillow next to him.

  He watched the sway of her breasts and the curve of her ass as she slinked toward him like a sexy animal on the prowl.

  As soon as she lay down beside him, he leaned in for another warm kiss, taking one breast in his hand. He twirled her dark, rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her whimper softly. The nipple grew longer beneath his stimulation, until finally he pulled away from her lips and lowered his mouth to suck it. He drew the pink bead in hard, suckling deep, making her cry out and wishing—for perhaps the first time in his life—that her reactions didn’t keep making his dick more and more rigid and sensitive. They had such a long way to go, and he intended to take it slow, make it right, so that when he finally sank his cock between her thighs, she’d feel nothing but pleasure.

  Stroking his fingers into her open cunt, he found her just as juicy wet as before. He rubbed his fingertips in tight little circles over her clit and listened with pleasure as she moaned for him.

  “Is that good, baby? You like me rubbing your hot little clit?”

  She only nodded and moaned in reply, making him smile.

  “Spread your legs for me, angel. Spread wide.”

  She parted her thighs, her legs splaying apart across the king-size bed. “Mmm, nice,” he growled at the sight of her pink folds.

  Kissing his way down her belly, he eased two fingers into her opening. Above him, she bit her lip and sighed. “Oooh, yes.”

  Shifting his gaze between her face and cunt, he moved his fingers in and out of her slickness, slowly fucking her. Reaching up to massage one breast, he began pushing his fingers in with more force, loving her panting breaths above, knowing that before the night was over, he’d be wrenching screams of joy from her.

  Finally, he inserted his fingers to the hilt and began moving them in circles inside, following the walls of her pussy and gradually easing her entry open wider.

  Glancing from her sweet cunt to her face, he saw she’d raised on her elbows and was trying to watch what he was doing. “Want to see better?” he asked.

  She nodded, so he pointed to the wall next to the bed. He’d noticed upon entering the room that the entire wall was a mirror, certainly not a mistake in a honeymoon suite. “Why don’t we prop up some pillows on this side of the bed, and turn you so you can watch me fuck your pretty pussy.”

  She pulled in her breath, a clear reaction to his words, after which they worked together to shift her body sideways across the large bed. When she was situated, he used his hands to part her thighs again, and met her gaze in the big mirror. “Pretty, huh?” he said, bending to deliver a small kiss to her hip.

  Stroking his fingers down deep in her slit to make sure she was still good and wet, he reached behind him for the smooth vibrator he’d bought.

  “Why is it bright yellow?” she asked. “To help us find it in case we lose it?”

  He chuckled at her playfulness. “Actually, I think it glows in the dark. But we’ll experiment with that another time.”

  With that, he lifted the vibrator to her mouth and said, “Get it wet for me.”

  Looking shy for just a brief moment, she opened her mouth and let him slide the cylinder in. He glided it in and out, quickly becoming preoccupied with how good she looked sucking on it. Finally, though, he remembered the task at hand and drew the vibrator down between her legs.

  Poising the blunt point at her opening, he gently but firmly pushed it in.

  “Mmm,” she sighed.

  “Feel good to get something in that hungry little cunt, angel?”

  She nodded, a devilish smile gracing her pretty face.

  He began fucking her with it—even strokes, in and out, in and out. She pushed back, making him long to get his cock in that tight little hole.

  Reaching down, he turned the end of the vibrator and felt it hum to life, the buzz filling the air.

  “Oh…” she said, her eyes going round.

  He stopped moving it, letting her get used to the vibrations. “Do you like that?”

  She shifted her head on the pillow. “Yeah,” she finally said, then drove her cunt softly against it. “Oh yeah.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, fucking her with it now that he knew she liked the vibrations and wanted more.

  Like before, with his fingers, he pushed it in as deep as it would go, and when he felt a little resistance, eased it a little farther anyway, figuring her reaction would let him know if he pushed too hard. As he drov
e the vibrator gently deeper, deeper, and still the tiniest fraction deeper, he looked up to see her eyes shut, her mouth open, her breath coming hard. She looked so beautiful it made him want to simply keep using the vibrator on her like this all night, just so he could watch her this way, immersed in pleasure.

  “You like this, angel?”

  “Mmm,” she said, but then looked slightly distressed.

  “What’s wrong? Is it hurting?”

  “Oh—no.” She shook her head vehemently against the pillow. “It’s just…”

  “What, babe? Tell me.”

  “My breasts. They feel so needy, like they want some attention, too.”

  He chuckled. “So touch them.”

  She narrowed her gaze on him, looking wary. “Me?”

  Still giving her a slow fuck with the tool in his hand, he tilted his head in disbelief. “Yes, you. Just like you did on the Barge when I couldn’t touch you.”

  She blinked, her face flushing slightly. “I guess I did do that, didn’t I?”

  “I nearly came just watching you play with your nipples.”

  She still looked uncertain. “I was so drunk and wild—I guess it just happened without me thinking about it. I’m only a little drunk tonight. And something about it seems so…I don’t know, like I’m masturbating in front of you or something.”

  He laughed. “I would love if you masturbated in front of me, baby.” In fact, now that she’d put the picture in his head, he was dying to make it happen. “Everybody touches themselves sometimes. What’s the big deal about touching your breasts? If I had ‘em, I’d touch ‘em,” he said with a grin.

  She smiled, but still made no move to touch herself.

  Using his free hand, he took one of hers and closed it over her breast, then gently squeezed, helping her mold the mound of flesh. She bit her lip and he knew it felt good, so he squeezed again.

  When he drew his hand away, she left her hand over her breast, her distended nipple peeking between two fingers.

  “You take care of those,” he said playfully, “while I take care of this.” He resumed pushing the vibrator in deeper, testing the resistance at the back of her slick tunnel.