by JA Low
“One night, Stace. Just one night.”
“No one can find out,” she agrees. “I promise.”
242
Oscar
My fingers slip beneath the thin layer of her swimsuit. She’s so wet. Stacey moans as my fingers find their place within her. God, she feels so good.
“So good,” she whispers into my ear as my fingers find their rhythm. “More. Give me more,” Stacey pleads. I like a woman who can tell me what she wants. I slip another finger into her. So full. “God, yes.” Stacey’s head falls back, exposing her magnificent tits to me. I nudge her bikini top exposing her blush nipple. My tongue teases her, not giving her exactly what she wants. She bucks against my fingers, riding my hand like a rodeo star. “Hmm,” she hums as I press my thumb against her clit, her body shaking as the sensations take over. I press a little harder and she bucks wilder, grinding harder into me, taking everything that I’m giving her. My teeth bite down onto her puckered flesh, and the sounds she makes turns my dick to stone. My tongue circles around her nipple and I bite down on it again just as my fingers turn inside of her, hitting those magic nerves deep inside. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” she yells as her body erupts into a series of volcanic explosions. Her body shakes as she continues to ride my hand right through her intense orgasm. Tiny sparks convulse over her body, her head falls to my shoulder and her breaths are labored. My hand is still nestled tightly inside of her. Stacey lifts her head, her face is a beautiful flushed pink. Her tongue swipes over her plump lips. “That’s a good start.” Cheeky little wench.
“Told you I’d pick up the slack for the other men.”
“I said it was a good start. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“You really saying it’s just good while my hand is still nestled inside your pussy?” I move my fingers inside of her again, reminding her. She shivers.
“I want more. I want to see what else you got. This right here…” She waves her hands between us. “That was just to take the edge off from all the flirting we’ve been doing with each other all night.” She has a point. I continue to slowly play with her again. “Plus, there’s not much room in here. I was hoping you might throw me around a bit, Viking style.”
“You want a little role play, do you?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
“I haven’t done that before.” For how confident she is with sex, I’m surprised.
“You have no idea the fantasies I can make come true.” I curl my fingers inside of her, making her moan.
“Tonight?” she asks. We did just agree it was one night.
“Maybe or…” I let the words hang between us.
“Or what?” She sounds intrigued.
“I can open a new world to you, Stace. You have no idea the things I can show you there.” She stills.
“What do you mean?” My hand freezes inside of her, have I pushed her too far? Did I read her curiosity wrong?
“Tell me a fantasy.” Maybe I should start there.
“Um…I…”
“You were curious about a threesome before.” She nods. “I could give you that, depending on if you would like male or female.” Stacey is silent for a couple beats. Maybe I’m pushing her too far. I pull my fingers from her and slowly lick them. I hum over her delicious taste. Stacey gives me a satisfied smile
“What happens if I can’t choose?” My body calms. This is an interesting development.
“Do you like women?” Stacey gives me a shrug.
“I don’t know…I haven’t…but…” She looks nervous.
“But what? Don’t be shy, not after I made you come.”
“Fine. I find women attractive. Very attractive.”
“Of course, women are lovely.” I smile up at her. “But you want to see if that attraction is something more.” She nods in agreement. “You with another woman would be hot. Nothing sexier than watching two women enjoy each other.” My hands grip her hip, pulling her closer to me. “I can make it happen for you, Stace.”
“What, with one of your groupies?” Her tone is more on the sarcastic side than seductive side.
“No. I’m not that much of a dick.” My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. “There’s a place that I go to that helps deliver fantasies, but that’s all I can say. Until…”
“Until what?” Her eyes widen.
“Until I can trust you. I’ve signed things that say I can’t talk about it.” A tiny frown crosses her brow.
“But this place can deliver anything I desire?” I nod at her question. “Anything?” What does she have in mind?
“Within reason, of course.
“What happens if I want to be kidnapped, blindfold and fucked by a number of different people, they can make it happen?” Thought so, Stacey Ferguson is a dirty little girl.
“That seems like an awfully specific request.” A sly smile crosses her face.
“Maybe. Could you deliver that?”
“Yes.” Stacey’s eyes widen. “But we would work our way up to that, baby steps first.”
“Do you think any less of me because of my fantasy?” I can see the vulnerability written all over her face. My hand comes out and reassuringly caresses her face.
“I love it. My mind is racing with ideas.”
“Really?” I nod yes to her. She leans down and kisses me, hunger seeping through her lips. Round two feels like it’s about to start when we feel the car begin to slow down. Shit. We are here. I don’t want to leave this little bubble we have placed ourselves in. I’m worried that once those doors open, Stacey is going to realize she’s a little drunk and that it was the tequila talking. “Looks like we’re here.” Stacey moves off of me, fixing herself up. A door opens and we hop out. We both stare at each other in silence, the limousine pulls away from us, bathing us in darkness. The song of the rainforest echoes all around us. Maybe I should walk her to her cabin, I mean it is pitch-black and even though we are at a resort, I don’t want anything to happen to her.
“So…” Stacey lets the words hang in the summer night’s air.
“Let me walk you back to your cabin.”
“Oh, thank you. That would be nice.” Guess it’s time for polite conversation then, no more sexy talk.
We set off in silence over the gravel road that winds its way into the dense forest. I keep looking over at her, wondering what is going through her mind. She probably thinks I’m a pervert. Good one, Oscar.
“So…” Stacey starts, before turning around and walking backwards so she can talk to me. Those green eyes staring at me. “I think we’ve gotten to know each other a little better tonight, don’t you think?” She gives me a cheeky smile.
“You could say that.” Tread carefully, Oscar.
“And we both agree that what happens here is a bit of fun.” Is this going where I think it is?
“It will be fun, I can guarantee that.”
“And it’s just going to be sex, right? Not anything more.”
“Just sex, but mind-blowing sex.” Stacey giggles as she weaves her way along the rainforest track.
“And if you like it, you might…I don’t know, maybe you might want to take me to your secret place.” My feet stop walking as do Stacey’s.
“You would want to go?” She nods quickly. “You do realize that if I took you, you might have to watch me fucking other women.”
“And I hope I would get the opportunity to fuck other men too. Or maybe even join in with you and the women.” I’m sorry, this can’t possibly be happening to me in this moment. Where the hell did Stacey Ferguson come from? I rush toward her grabbing her face in my hands and kiss her hungrily.
“Where the hell have you been hiding all my life?” I kiss her thoroughly.
“I could say the same thing about you. I’ve had these thoughts and desires for a long time, and whenever I have voiced them to a guy they have called me a pervert or a freak. They have made me feel utterly self-conscious for wanting something different to, you know, traditional sex.”
“Stick with me, babe. I can show you a whole new world of fantasy and desire that you never dreamed of.”
243
Stacey
Oscar Eriksen is not at all what I was expecting. Of course he is cocky, pretty standard attribute for a rock star. I also wasn’t expecting to see his softer side. He’s funny and quick witted. We have great banter together. It’s just easy hanging out with him. Of course the man is good with his hands, he plucks strings for a living; they are quick and strong and know exactly what rhythm to play to get you off. I’m not stupid enough to tell him that. His ego is just as big as his, well I haven’t seen it yet, but I damn well felt it in the back of the limousine, and holy moly, Thor’s hammer doesn’t have shit on Oscar’s. I can’t wait to take it for a test drive.
Oscar whisks me off my feet and carries me the last sixty meters, my legs wrapped around him like a koala. I swipe my key across the lock, the click of the door opening as he carries me inside. Untangling myself from his large frame, I slowly slide down his hard chest. His hands cup my face.
“Do you have an outside shower?” he asks. That’s a really strange request.
“Yes, out on the back deck.” He kisses me slowly, my insides explode with butterflies.
“Then go. I want you naked and lathered up by the time I get there.” This is a new tone I have never heard from Oscar before. It does strange things to my ladies bits. It’s like a dog whistle; the frequency is so low that only vaginas can register it. I strip off quickly as I make my way through my villa. I kick my flip flops off then my sarong; my bikini top comes off next, and with a couple of wobbly hops my bikini bottoms are on the floor. Thankfully it’s a warm night. Turning the cold water on, I tentatively put my hand under it waiting for it to warm up from glacial to something tolerable. Once the temperature is right I jump under. I turn around and see Oscar is slowly undressing too. His t-shirt is gone, exposing his spectacular body. The colorful tattoos up his arms, the six pack on his stomach, the muscle upon muscle encased in bronzed skin. Next are his board shorts. The man had been commando underneath them. Oh my! That’s when I see Thor’s hammer. Now I get his cockiness. It’s pointing straight out. You could use it as a ring toss game; it’s so long and thick in girth. My lady bits do a little dance but the closer he gets the more she doesn’t feel so confident. Don’t worry girl, you can do it. I have faith in you.
“Like what you see?” Does he really need me to answer that? Cocky bastard. He eventually joins me in the shower. He grabs the shower gel and squirts it all over me. His hands run up and down my body. Haven’t we had enough foreplay tonight? Not to sound utterly ungrateful because there is a lot of men that do not put this much time and effort into getting a lady ready, but I’m really ready to test out Thor’s hammer. After about five minutes of us soaping each other up, we rinse off and Oscar turns the shower off.
“Move to the day bed and kneel on all fours. Do not turn around.” His voice is controlled and commanding. I feel a little self-conscious about it but I do it. “Good girl.” His rough palms graze my skin. “Have you ever been spanked?” My heart beats a little quicker.
“No,” I squeak as the adrenaline kicks in.
“Oh, kitten. You have so much to experience.” A hard hand connects with my skin, pushing me forward.
“Ow.” It’s the first word that comes out of my mouth because it bloody hurt.
“The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are the ones telling me you want more.” Shit, kinky Oscar is hot. “Do you understand?” I nod my head because he said I couldn’t speak. “Good girl, you catch on quick.” I brace myself again as his hand collides with my wet skin. The sound echoing into the night. Once the initial shock is over, it’s not so bad. He gives it to me over and over again. I am so far in my head that I almost collapse when I feel his fingers inside of me. “Thought you’d like that. You’re so fucking wet.” His fingers slide in and out of me easily. I should be embarrassed at how wet I am for him, but it feels too good to care. His thumb circles my puckered hole, making me bite my lip. “Has anyone?” He pushes his fingers against my back entrance.
“No.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “Is that something that might interest you?” His thumb slowly massages the entrance, relaxing me so he can slowly push in a little more. A finger grazes my throbbing clit as he explores my hole.
“Oh my…” The sensation is overwhelming.
“Relax, kitten.” His voice is soothing as he continues doing magic things between my legs. “We can work up to this if you like.” I nod, as my body begins to quake with the teasing melody he is playing with it. “Relax a little more for me, I need you wet and ready for me.” Closing my eyes I let all my insecurities melt away, I focus on the enjoyment he is giving me. Focus on the steady cadence of my heart, my increased breathing and the shivers that prickle my skin from the dried droplets of water. I tune myself into my body. Enjoy this moment, Stacey. Out of nowhere my body shatters into a million microscopic orgasms. My arms become weak as my body quakes, my legs shake and my head falls forward. Slowly, my bones feel like they are turning to jelly. “Good girl, so so good.” Oscar’s deep vibrating voice penetrates through and it warms me. Then next thing I know he is entering me from behind, setting off secondary shudders. His hand wraps around my hair and pulls my head back, making my back arch. “You feel…so fucking…good.” His words are stilted as he slowly moves within me. “So tight. So wet. Delicious,” he whispers. Yes to the dirty talk. Usually I can’t do dirty talk. I guess all I needed was a Viking to tell me what a dirty girl I am to get me going. Oscar pulls hard on my hair, pulling me back so we are back to front. His left hand grabs my breast; rough finger tips roll the sensitive bud around. My body doesn’t know what is going on; so many sensations. It’s almost overloading. “Fuck me, Stacey,” Oscar demands. “Push back and show me how much you want to be fucked.” I do as I’m told and push back, pressing myself hard against him. “That’s it. Yes. Yes.” He still has my hair wrapped around his palm. It’s primal. Possessive. I like it. No one has ever fucked me this way before. I’ve had guys think they know how to fuck; boy have they been mistaken. Oscar knows how to fuck. I will happily pray at the altar of Thor’s hammer. Especially as he has already given me two orgasms tonight. I’m usually lucky if I get one. Speaking of orgasms. No. How? Seriously? Does he have a magic dick? No man has ever been able to make me come through intercourse, but he is, goddamn, he is doing it. He is reaching deep inside of me and touching places this little lady has never been touched before. Yes. Oscar. Yes. Yes. Yes. His rhythmic thrusts continue, taking me higher and higher. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck. Holy shit! This is intense. Oh my God. I think, oh shit, I am. I’m coming again. Moments later he joins me, roaring into the night. When Oscar has finished, he lets go of my hair and I fall forward, pulling away from him. I’m a pile of liquid on the day bed. He disposes of the condom then scoops me up off the bed and carries me into the villa. He places my lifeless body on the bed and I snuggle into the soft duvet. The space beside me remains empty. I force my eyes open and see him walking toward his clothing.
“Oscar.” He turns around quickly, the soft light illuminating his impressive body. “I know you’re not into staying.” Slight panic flies across his face. He probably thinks I lied about my sex is just sex chat. “Stop freaking out. I can see it on your face.” He schools his expression. “If you want to stay and wake up to a blow job, stay. If you don’t and want to go back to your villa and wake up to your hand in the morning, go.” He gives me a smirk.
“Better be a fucking good blow job.” He drops his clothes and stalks toward the bed.
“I promise. It will be the best I have ever given.” The bed dips as he jumps in.
“Get some rest, little one.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m going to make you work for it in the morning.” I snuggle into him, he wraps his large arms around me and we fall asleep.
The sun is streaming through the window. I rub my eyes. What is that? I real
ize there is a tanned arm wrapped around me. Shit, that’s right. Last night comes flooding back and the throbbing need between my legs is there again. I look over at Oscar and take him all in. His intricate tattoos, every line of muscle on his body until I see Thor’s hammer standing to attention and looking awfully lonely. I did promise I would wake him up with a blow job. And I am a woman of my word. I ease his arm off of me and slide down. He is spread out in a star shape, almost as if subconsciously he is ready for me. I slip between his thick thighs and stretch my mouth out a little, warm her up because I think she’s about to get the work out of her life. Once my lips are good and wet, I slip them over the tip. Slowly. Ever so slowly I sink down over him. A grunt comes from the sleeping giant. His dick twitches. I suck harder and push further down until I am almost to the root. Strong hands hold me there.
“Take it all, kitten. You promised me,” Oscar’s gravelly voice commands me. Relaxing, I take the last inch until he is almost down the back of my throat. Those strong fingers lace through my hair as he starts to control me. I suck him harder which pulls a sweet groan from him. “Good girl. You’re so good at sucking my cock.” Hell yeah, I am. “Spin around, Stacey.” I freeze. “I want you on my face.” He pulls my face up, those ice blue eyes staring hungrily at me. I do as I am told.
244
Stacey
We’ve been back from Australia for a couple of weeks. Before we left for Australia, Derrick closed on a gorgeous bungalow in West Hollywood not far from the apartment. It was a great price. How could he not take it? Although I am a little bummed we aren’t roomies anymore it is nice having some time to myself. I love Derrick, but he’s a little full on. Working with him and living with him, my quota of Derrick was filling up fast.
