Natural Satisfaction (Au Naturel Trilogy Book 3)

by Anna Durand

  So of course, Damian walked into the dining hall right then.

  He had to squeeze past me since I was standing a foot inside the threshold, but he didn't stop to flirt with me. He nodded and said hello to me and Mara, then he wandered off toward a table where some of the Silver Foxes were eating.

  Damian wanted to eat with the senior citizens?

  "Are you okay?" Mara asked.

  "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." The fact that I'd kept staring at Damian until she asked me that question didn't mean a thing. I was confused by his decision to dine with the seniors, that was all.

  Mara glanced toward the self-proclaimed Ludar prince. "If you like Damian, go for it. You don't need anyone's permission, and he's a good man."

  "Not interested in Damian. He's weird. Besides, I barely know him."

  "That didn't stop me. I slept with Ollie the day after we met." She grinned. "And look how that turned out."

  "Uh-huh." I couldn't think of anything meaningful to say. Why did my eyes insist on making me look at Damian? I'd done it again when Mara told me he was a good guy, and I was doing it again right now. Get hold of yourself, woman. No man is so hot you can't keep your eyes off him.

  Except Damian kind of was.

  I ate breakfast with Mara, Ollie, Val, and Eve. They did not pester me about Damian, thank goodness, and kept the conversation limited to everything else not related in any way to the gypsy who had the softest lips I'd ever felt.

  After breakfast, I headed outdoors to hang out with the Kitten Brigade. Every single one of them was naked. They had decided to play miniten, Kittens versus Kittens. Shelby tried to talk me into playing, but I wasn't up for that yet. Sure, I felt better. Not better enough to strip naked and shove a wooden box over my hand. Nudity was required for miniten, at least according to my friends. So instead, I relaxed on a chaise and watched them having a good time.

  The first game ended with Shelby and Allison beating Jane and Heather. Leah rushed over to me, pleading for me to join them so the other Kittens could play a match, but they needed one more person since each side had two players.

  "Not a nudist anymore," I told Leah. "Get Mara or Eve. They love miniten."

  "But we want you, Heidi. You're the best player, our reigning champion."

  I'd won my fair share of miniten matches, but I couldn't participate now. Maybe never. At least, not until I figured out why I kept screwing up my life.

  Leah glanced past my chair, and her lips stretched into a slow, sneaky smile. "Oh, I've got a fabulous idea."

  She ran away before I could ask what her idea was. Honestly, I doubted I wanted to know considering her sneaky smile. She and the rest of the Kittens gathered in a huddle like they were football players or something. After a minute, they pulled out of the huddle.

  Leah shoved two fingers into her mouth and whistled. The sound echoed off the buildings and the trees. "Listen up, naturists. We're playing a miniten mixed doubles match. We need two hot guys to volunteer. Come on, studs, man up! Or are you afraid the girls will make you look like wusses?"

  Sylvester Norris, one of the Silver Foxes, jogged up to Leah. "I'm in. But you know I like to play aggressive."

  Leah laughed. "Oh yeah, we all know how you old farts get about miniten." She looked at someone further away, someone I couldn't see. "Come on, join the game. You know you want to."

  Damian traipsed past my chair, flashing me a sexy smirk and winking. He stopped in front of Leah and stripped naked.

  Her jaw dropped. Not an exaggeration. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth fell open while she ogled Damian's body, making no attempt to disguise her appreciation.

  Sylvester was already naked, but Leah hadn't gaped at him like that.

  I could see only his backside, but wow, that man had gorgeous glutes.

  He turned sideways to follow Leah's hand movements while she explained something. Probably which team would take which side of the grass court.

  Oh my God. From this angle, I had a perfect view of his dick, the way it hung slack between his hips. His cock was sleek and thick, but not too thick, just right for closing my mouth around it. Damn, I wanted to feast on that beefstick for hours. Months ago, I'd seen Damian naked and felt only the slightest sexual interest in him. Today, I couldn't stop staring at his naked body, and I experienced a wave of heat that stole my breath for a few seconds. The muscles on his chest made me want to lick a trail over every single one of them, moving lower and lower while I kissed his defined abs and inched my way closer and closer to that beautiful dick.

  I wanted to fan myself, but I didn't have a fan. Not even a piece of paper I could fold over and use to cool myself down. That wouldn't work, anyway. The only thing that might cool me down was sex with Damian. I couldn't do that. Wouldn't do that. Celibacy vow, remember?

  But I hadn't been with a man since before my stalking-Ollie nonsense.

  No sex with Damian. No way. So what if he had the hottest body I'd ever seen? No sex, no way, period.

  Sylvester and Taylor took one side of the court while Damian and Leah took the other. They started batting the tennis ball around in the laid-back way most people played miniten. Nudists liked the game because it wasn't as strenuous as tennis, though sometimes guests got a little overexcited—guests like Sylvester. He and his wife, Ruth, could turn a laid-back game into a death match. Nobody minded, though. They never did anything lewd or got too aggressive.

  Damian leaped up to whack the ball.

  And his dick flapped.

  I usually thought men's flapping members were silly, but I found myself getting tingly and slick while I watched Damian's manly bits waving around with every graceful, athletic move he made to hit the ball. His muscles flexed, from his thighs to his biceps and everywhere in between.

  Leah missed her shot—on purpose, it looked like—and stumbled, holding her knee like it really hurt. "Timeout. I twisted my knee."

  Damian rushed over to check her supposedly injured knee, but Leah shooed him away. "I just need to sit down for a while. It's fine, I swear." She glanced at me. "Heidi can fill in for the rest of the match."

  I groaned, though I doubted she could hear it. "For the umpteenth time, I am not a nudist anymore."

  "We'll make an exception to the nakedness rule for you." Leah fake pouted. "You can't let us lose the match. You're the best player."

  "Yeah," Sylvester said. "Get in there and show 'em how it's done, kiddo."

  The entire Kitten Brigade looked at me with hopeful expressions.

  How was I supposed to say no when they looked like that? I could keep my clothes on, though I'd be playing alongside Damian the naked gypsy.

  Leah clasped her hands under her chin and grinned at me, hopping up and down on her tippy toes.

  Oh jeez. She'd be so disappointed if I didn't do this, they all would, but I knew Leah had faked hurting her knee as a means to push me and Damian together. Did everyone think I liked him? Or had Mara told Leah—

  For heaven's sake, what was wrong with me? Now I was thinking like a teenager. I was an adult, and I could handle playing miniten with Damian, even if he was buck naked.

  I pushed up out of my chaise and headed for the miniten court.

  Leah handed me her thug as I walked past her.

  And we played miniten.

  Sylvester and Taylor had skills, but Damian played the game like he'd been born with a thug on his hand. I'd been playing for years, but he hadn't tried the game until recently. With all those muscles, he had the equipment to rock miniten. And rock other things too. Naked, sweaty, dirty things.

  I missed my swing. The ball shot past me, but Damian whacked it over the net.

  Never in my life had I gotten so distracted by lustful thoughts that I couldn't concentrate on winning a game of miniten.

  Leah hit the ball over the net, but when I raised my racket, my foot slipped. I fell down, landing on my side.

  Damian knelt to sling an arm around my waist and h
oist me up. "You okay?"

  "Fine, thanks." That was a lie. I hadn't injured myself, but I was nothing close to fine with my body crushed to his naked muscles.

  He let go and picked up my racket, handing it to me.

  We ended up winning the game, but I couldn't concentrate on that fact. The feel of his body, his arm around me, his dick pressed against me… It had made me almost lightheaded. He hadn't been aroused, not at all, but I could still feel his dick. Watching Damian play miniten had been the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, but not because he did anything unseemly. He played like a gentleman—a determined, focused gentleman. Maybe it was his attitude and his determination that got me so hot and bothered. Whatever the cause, I'd gotten so turned on I could feel the slickness between my thighs. It had drenched my panties, and my clitoris throbbed every time I glanced at him.

  Oh yeah, miniten had been the worst idea ever. I should've gone back to my room before Damian took his clothes off.

  He walked up to me, took my hand, and kissed it. "You're an expert player, Heidi. We won because of you."

  That was baloney. I'd been distracted most of the time—by his body.

  "You did most of the work," I said. "How did you pick up the game so fast? I thought you hadn't played until you came here."

  "I hadn't, but it only took a few weeks to understand the rules and strategy. Ollie and Eve took turns teaching me."

  He hadn't let go of my hand, and now he rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

  I resisted the urge to clear my throat because I didn't have any reason to do that. It was a dumb impulse. But standing here with naked Damian inches away from me and his hand holding mine, I couldn't think straight.

  He kissed my hand again, this time letting his lips linger on my skin. "I have to get back to work, but I'll see you at lunch."

  Damian sauntered away.

  And I went back to my room. I tried to watch TV, even listened to some of the songs Damian had given me, but I couldn't relax. My thoughts kept returning to Damian in the nude, whacking a tennis ball around with a thug, his muscles flexing and his dick bouncing.

  My body thrummed with a need I could not quench. Not with Damian. But I could do something to alleviate this craving.

  I unzipped my jeans and slid my hand inside them, inside my panties, until my palm rested over my mound.

  My mind conjured a vision of Damian naked, sweat drizzling down his skin.

  I pushed my longest finger between my folds, into the hot slickness there, and began to brush that finger up and down in an easy rhythm. While I fantasized about Damian's muscles and imagined his body positioned over me, his hips thrusting, I slid another finger down there to rub myself harder and faster. God, I was getting wetter. Every time I pictured Damian on top of me, I got so hot I could barely breathe. Panting, gasping, I worked myself into a need so intense I thought I'd go insane if I didn't come soon.

  Another vision flared in my mind, of Damian kissing me.

  My back bowed into the mattress, my head snapped forward, and every muscle in my body went rigid—except my fingers. I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't stop rubbing and rubbing until the climax overtook me. My mind wouldn't let me stop picturing Damian thrusting into me, and I came so hard I would've cried out if I'd had any breath left. My free hand fisted in the blanket. I kept scraping my fingers over my clit until the last wave of my orgasm faded.

  Wow. I hadn't experienced a climax like that in… I wasn't sure I'd ever come that hard before.

  And Damian hadn't even touched me yet.

  I would keep quenching my lust the solo way. It was the safest sex. Getting involved with Damian would only lead to more humiliation and heartbreak.

  Chapter Eight

  Damian

  I stood outside the door to Heidi's room with my fist raised like I was about to knock. I had been about to do that, but I stopped when I heard strange noises coming from inside her room. After about two seconds of listening, I'd realized what those noises were.

  Heidi was masturbating.

  Really enjoying it, by the sound of things. All her gasps and groans made me want to barge in there and take over for her fingers or her vibrator, whatever she was using to get off. The bed creaked faintly, which made me picture that bed thumping and creaking like crazy while I fucked her.

  Just when my brain decided to divert all the blood in my body to my cock, the noises stopped. I could still barge in and—

  No, I wouldn't be that kind of asshole. I might've been a bit of an ass sometimes, but I wasn't a complete jerk. Still, I couldn't decide whether to knock or leave and pretend I hadn't heard anything. If I knocked now, it might've been obvious I'd been hovering outside her door. Plus, I had an erection, so she'd notice that for sure.

  I'd come here to invite Heidi to the picnic Eve and Val had organized for the guests. Some people preferred to eat lunch in the dining hall, but others loved the idea of eating alfresco in the most natural way imaginable.

  Well, now that I'd been standing here like a moron for several minutes, I supposed Heidi wouldn't know I'd overheard her. So I knocked, then held my linked hands in front of my groin, casually, like I was doing that for no reason.

  The door opened, and Heidi's eyes went wide. "Damian? What are you doing here?"

  She sounded slightly panicked. Oh great, had she somehow guessed I must have heard all those hot noises she made? Her gaze flicked down to my groin, and her eyes flared wider for a heartbeat. Then she looked at my face, though not my eyes. She seemed to be staring at my nose.

  "Eve and Val organized a picnic for lunch," I told her. "Wanna come? We're going to the lake."

  "Um…" She bit her lip, and her gaze traveled down my body and back up again, hesitating at my groin. "Think I'll eat in my room."

  "Are you sure? It's a beautiful afternoon. About a dozen guests are joining the picnic, so this isn't a trick to get you alone."

  "I never thought it was."

  Why had I said that? Trying to convince Heidi to come along on the picnic, while I had the hardest hard-on ever, was messing with my head and making me say stupid things.

  She looked so damn good in those jeans and that flowery shirt.

  "The guests will probably be naked," I said, "but you can keep your clothes on. I'll keep mine on too. That way, you won't be the only non-naturist."

  "I don't know…"

  "You can hang out with Val and Eve the whole time. I won't be offended if you'd rather not talk to me." I held out my hand, palm up. "Fresh air is good for you, Heidi."

  How stupid had that sounded? Had I actually said "fresh air is good for you"? Christ, she must've thought I'd suffered a head injury during the miniten game that turned me into a ninety-year-old grandpa.

  She took a deep breath, making her breasts rise and fall. "Okay. I'll go on the picnic."

  "Great. Eve made sandwiches with her secret sauce on them."

  "Ooh, I love that." She slipped her hand into mine. "And I'm starving. Ravenous, actually. Miniten burns more calories than I realized."

  Ravenous. I wish she hadn't said that word with so much…hunger. I was doing my damnedest to get rid of my erection, but the way she said that word had sent more blood rushing south.

  Heidi didn't seem to care that I had a hard-on.

  The feel of her hand in mine wasn't helping matters. I couldn't stroll down the trail to the lake, surrounded by a dozen other people, while I had a raging stiffy. I needed to alleviate the problem somehow. Since I was pretty sure Heidi wouldn't let me get naked with her right now, I went for the only feasible option.

  When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I said, "Need to use the restroom. I'll meet you outside."

  Before she could say anything, I ran to the restroom and slammed the door, locking it. Being an employee had its perks. I could lock the door to keep everyone else out.

  Maybe I should've checked to see if anyone was in here first.

  Pe
eking under the stall doors proved I was alone.

  I leaned against the wall beside the sinks, unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out. My mind went straight to a fantasy of Heidi touching herself, writhing and moaning. I closed my hand around my cock and glided it up and down, over and over, while I imagined sneaking into her room late at night when she was getting off on her own. I'd take over that task with my mouth on her clit, gorging myself on the luscious flavor of her cream.

  "Fuck," I growled, working myself faster.

  My fantasy escalated to Heidi thrashing, grasping my head, and bucking her hips while she screamed my name.

  I slapped a hand on the nearest sink, gripping its edge so hard my fingers hurt. I couldn't breathe, and the only part of my body I seemed to have any control over was my hand pumping my cock. The pressure mounted, ramped up by the hottest fantasies I'd ever had. Heidi writhing, screaming my name while I gave her the best orgasm in history. I came so hard and fast that my knees almost buckled.

  Only when I'd finished did I realize I'd, um, spewed all over the sink.

  "Shit," I muttered, then I yanked a bunch of paper towels out of the dispenser on the wall and did what I could to clean things up. The janitor left all the cleaning supplies in a locked cabinet in the corner, so I used my master key to get out some disinfectant. Once I'd cleaned everything up, I finally remembered to zip my pants.

  When I walked out of the restroom, I looked reasonably normal. My uniform wasn't even wrinkled.

  Heidi stood just outside the restroom door.

  I froze. Did she know what I'd done? I didn't care. So what if I jerked off after hearing her do the same thing? I was a man, not a robot. Of course I got turned on by overhearing her orgasm, and of course I needed to relieve the pressure. I had no reason to feel embarrassed.

  So why was I scratching the back of my neck and avoiding her gaze?

  "Are you okay?" Heidi asked. "You ran off so fast, I was worried you were having some kind of…medical problem."