Worshipping her body all fucking night long.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Daisy
Why do women feel the need to rationalize and justify every decision and every move they make? That little voice in the back of my head warns me that others may think badly of me if I follow through with my plans to spend the night with Rod. It asks how I’ll deal with the fallout if I have to explain my actions to anyone.
What will they say?
What will they think?
Who else will they tell?
All right, little voice. I have a question for you in return. If you can give me a valid answer, maybe I’ll listen to you this time. If not, I’m moving full steam ahead.
I’m listening.
What if the worst thing that happens to me turns out to be the best thing I’ve ever had?
Give me a second.
Time’s up, little voice.
Rod just bared part of his soul to me, showing me his sensitive and loving side, even if he didn’t realize it. It’s definitely there buried under a world of hurt from his past. He didn’t share much about his family except how much his sister and his niece mean to him. What he didn’t say tells me just as much as what he shared. But I can’t judge him for hiding his heart away when I’ve done the same for years. I’ve allowed previous injuries and insults to color my current view of the world. Though I meant every word when I said I don’t believe in love anymore, I believe the decisions I make affect my happiness.
The moment our eyes locked in a heated battle of desires, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. The bliss of the present is the only thing that can erase the pain of the past. Even though I partially feel as though I’m using Rod to forget my pain, maybe we can be each other’s saving grace. Since we’ve spent time together, we’ve danced around moving our highly emotional connection to an intensely carnal one. But neither of us has wanted to be the one to make the proposition, until this moment. It’s clear we’re only making each other crazy and spending nights alone needlessly.
His eyes searched mine, and he waited on bated breath for me to make the first move. The signals I’ve sent until this point must have been well received because he allowed me to take the wheel and set the pace. Knowing he cares that much about my welfare only endears him to me that much more. Recognition lit in his eyes the moment I made my decision.
Was that a glimmer of hope I saw in those gorgeous blue eyes?
My lips touched his, and it felt as if I’d touched a live electric wire. The current flowed through my veins and ignited all my nerve endings at once. The kiss started off slow and tender, testing the waters and giving the opportunity for either to pump the brakes. When it was clear that wouldn’t happen, sparks flew behind my eyes and any self-control I possessed disappeared when he threaded his fingers through my hair.
For the last several years, my decisions haven’t made me happier in far too many ways. The reins have been in my hands all along, and it’s my fault for not using them. That changes tonight.
That changes right now.
In our current position, I’m essentially lying on top of him with our bodies perfectly aligned. Every inch of me is on fire from the heat of his body underneath mine, making even this skimpy genie outfit feel too heavy and confining.
He gradually ends our kiss and pulls his face back while sliding his hands down to cup my face. “Daisy, you don’t have to do this. Short term isn’t your style, and this vacation will be over in a few days. I don’t want you to remember me as your worst mistake.”
I gently shake my head at his words. Rod could never be my worst mistake. “You still have three wishes to make, Master. Would you care to rub your genie’s bottle and tell her all about your first wish?”
His eyes darken with pure lust and desire. Even in the dim lighting out here, I can feel the heat emanating from them. “Daisy, I’m warning you—”
With my arms supporting my weight, I push until I’m straddling his hips. Then I lean over to whisper in his ear. “Last chance before I give your three wishes to someone who will use them.”
“Let some other fucker even try to take them. He’ll be fish food before anyone even knows he’s missing. I can’t be held responsible for what I do to any other man who touches you.” One of his hands slides to the back of my head, threading my hair between his fingers again until he has enough to grip tightly in his fist.
It’s funny, but when Rod takes control of my body, I don’t feel as he’s trying to dominate or confine me. His touch, even when it’s firm and powerful, promises nothing but pleasure and thrills. That same move from any other man would send me scrambling away from him.
Rod pulls my head backward to expose my neck, and hungrily licks, bites, and kisses the sensitive skin until goosebumps break free over my entire body. “All my wishes involve your naked body, my name screamed from the top of your lungs, and complete privacy from prying eyes. Although, if you’re feeling extra adventurous, I’m game for making good use of this lounge chair. I can’t guarantee we won’t be escorted off the grounds as soon as we’re done, though.”
“Maybe we should finish this conversation in my room … where I can be as loud as I want.” The bulge in his pants is growing, pushing against the barely there fabric of my genie costume and making it impossible to think straight.
“I don’t know. It would do a lot for my ego to hear all the chants and cheers from the other guests when the manager makes us do the walk of shame out of here.” He waggles his eyebrows and winks seductively.
“All right. You stay out here and do your thing while I go to my room and do mine. We’ll see how the crowd cheers for Hot Rod then.” I stand from my straddled position on his lap and sashay away from him.
My squeals of laughter erupt before I even realize what’s happening. He rushes up behind me, grabs me around the waist, and hoists me with a twist over his shoulder with virtually no effort at all.
“As I recall, you invited me to your room, you very attractive temptress. Now you think you can just walk away and leave me out in the cold alone? I don’t think so.”
“We’re in the Caribbean. It’s not cold out here. And you were the one who wanted to stay outside. How many times do I have to say you have three wishes? Use them wisely.”
He playfully pops me on the ass while carrying me through the busy hallway. Other guests stop and stare before laughing out loud at my predicament. “Don’t talk back to your master, little genie. Every time you get sassy with me, I get another wish added to my account. I’m already up to five.”
“Five? How do you figure?”
“Now it’s six. You want to go for seven?”
I pause for a moment to think about it.
“No, not until I have all the details.”
He barks out a laugh, then picks up his pace. “Where is your fucking room and why is it taking so long to find it?”
“You can put me down and I’ll lead the way.”
“Nope, not a chance.” He stops abruptly but his hand on my ass keeps me secure against his shoulder. “This is your hall. You need to move your room closer to mine, Daisy. This distance is unacceptable.”
“Is that your first wish?”
“No, it definitely is not. Stop trying to trick me into wasting my wishes. Where’s your key card?”
When I hand it to him, he turns his face toward me with a bewildered expression before looking at the key card again. “Where the fuck did you have this hidden in that outfit?”
“If you’d hurry and open the door, I’ll let you search me and see if you can find the hiding place yourself.”
“I’m taking you up on that offer, but it still doesn’t count as one of my freebies.” He unlocks the door and rushes inside.
He abruptly stops again.
The overtly sexual moans and groans and other noises are instantly replaced with shouts and curse words hurled in our direction.
“Oh, shit. Sorry. Sorry. We’re leaving—right now. Don’t mi
nd us. We didn’t see a thing.” He tries to turn around, but with me still on his shoulder in the narrow entryway of our hotel room, he can’t without walking all the way into the room.
Laughter rolls through his entire body as he rushes into the open space. The way his shoulders shake from his uncontrolled amusement mimics how an earthquake must feel.
“Rod, just put me down, you lunatic.” Now I’m laughing too.
“Nope. We’re leaving right now. Right this instant.” He whirls around and rushes back to the door. “Kevin, just plan on sleeping in here tonight. Daisy’s staying with me.”
“Good. Now get the fuck out.” Kevin’s response only makes us laugh harder.
“We’re batting a thousand tonight, aren’t we? Good thing we know for certain my room is empty now.” Rod takes off in a jog toward his room, jostling me the entire way and garnering more attention from the innocent bystanders we encounter.
“God, let’s hope no one is crashing in your room for some reason after all this.” Since he refuses to put me down, I have no other recourse than to stare at his fine ass and how muscular it looks under his tight costume. Curiosity gets the best of me, so I poke it with my finger.
“What are you doing back there?” He jerks forward and jumps a foot off the ground at the same time.
“I wanted to see if your outfit is padded or if that’s your actual ass.”
“Satisfied now?”
“I’m satisfied with the answer to that question, yes. I’m happy to report your ass is not artificially enhanced.” Our snickers and cackles echo down the hall. Anyone who was already asleep is wide awake now.
“Fuck, we’re finally here. We need a fucking GPS to get from your room to mine.” When Rod opens the door, the unmistakable sound of snoring rattles the windows and reverberates throughout the suite. “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jace, wake up!” Rod yells before we even reach the bedroom. “I know you’re in here. Get the fuck out of my room right now.”
“Dude, quit fucking with me. This is my room and I need some rest. I’ve only had a few hours of sleep the entire time we’ve been here, not including when you left me passed out at the fucking dock.” Jace is on his stomach and doesn’t bother to open his eyes when he speaks. Then he slides deeper into the bed, gathering the pillow in his arms as he prepares to go back to sleep.
Rod grips me tighter with one hand while jerking the covers off Jace with the other. Then he grabs Jace’s foot and drags him off the bed until his ass hits the floor, leaving him shocked and bewildered.
“Go back to your own room, fucker. I’m locking the adjoining door so you can’t come back in here.”
Jace grumbles and the stench of alcohol emanating from him fills the room. He’s had way too much to drink, but he finally staggers to his suite next door.
Rod locks the main door and the connecting one before he deposits me onto the bed. The question in his eyes only confirms I’ve made the right choice. To reassure him I haven’t changed my mind, I sit up and move to the edge of the bed. He’s standing between my legs, so I run my fingers up his legs and palm his erection. The spandex material of his costume leaves little to my imagination.
When I glance up at him, he pulls the helmet off his head and tosses it across the room. “I’m the only man you’ll think about tonight. No masks, no costumes, no characters. Just me—your Hot Rod.”
“Hot Rod with the hot bod, you’re definitely the only man on my mind. No question about that.”
I peel his pants down and his erection springs free. When I slide my tongue across my lips to wet them, he groans out loud. In a split second, he flings his shirt to the floor. Before I lose my nerve, I take him into my mouth as far as I can, and he thrusts his hands into my hair. He’s not controlling, but he’s guiding with expert skill. There’s no hint of demanding in his touch, only urging and encouragement. He’s not dominating, but he's empowering me by giving me silent control of the situation.
He draws in a sharp breath between his teeth before bringing my ministrations to an abrupt end. “That’s definitely wish number one. You feel so fucking good. You have no idea how much it hurts me to stop you. But I have too many other plans for your body tonight to let it to end this way.”
“I like the sound of that. What’s wish number two?”
His cocky, sexy grin sends shivers down my spine. “For my second wish, I wish you would take off those clothes. All of them.”
“Yes, Master.” I playfully bat my eyes and stand, my body skimming his as I rise. Then I take my time unbuttoning and unzipping until my complete belly dancer costume is in a pile on the floor. “Wish number two granted.”
His eyes roam across my skin, taking in every inch of my naked body without a shred of shame or embarrassment. “I just realized something… I don’t have nearly enough wishes to last the rest of the night.”
“We’ll just take it one at a time then and see where the night leads us.”
I lift on my bare toes and stretch to reach his lips. He bends to meet me and slides his hands under my bottom. When he straightens his back, he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist. Then he carries me toward the door leading to the balcony. He stops to grab protection from the bedside drawer then walks outside, still holding me up with one arm.
“Don’t worry. It’s dark, and it’s late. No one will see us.”
Their balcony is much larger and more private than ours. The table and four chairs sit in one corner while two lounge chairs are in the other. The teak flooring meets full walls on either side, completely blocking the view from other rooms. He walks over to a lounger, straddles it, and places me on the thick pad. Then he moves backward, grabs my legs behind my knees, and lowers his chest. The first touch of his mouth on me draws a loud, involuntary moan from my throat. My fingers grip his hair in a tight fist, tugging as I ride the wave of pleasure.
When his hands slide under my ass and lift me off the seat, I’m not sure what to think or what his plan is, but he wastes no time in showing me.
“Just like eating watermelon.” He lifts his brows then dives back in, voraciously licking, sucking, and biting every bit of me.
Then he makes this weird flipping and rolling movement with his tongue, and suddenly I don’t care who hears me or sees us. The climax tears through my body with the force of a thousand flippy-rolly tongues. The inky night sky above us parts, rays of sunshine beam down on us, and a chorus of angels sing glorious notes of harmony in celebration.
Then his name falls from my lips like a breathy prayer.
“That was wish number three, to hear you calling my name in ecstasy. Now I know what it sounds like and I want to hear you scream it over and over.”
He continues his sensual onslaught. The sensation of his fingers filling me doesn’t quench the fire in me. It becomes a raging inferno of need. “Rod, now.”
Those two words are all I can manage to speak, but that’s enough. He makes quick work of the wrapper and condom, but still pauses, waiting for permission before proceeding. My response is to dig my heels into his ass and pull him toward me. His blue eyes darken to a deep blue-gray while they’re locked on to mine when he thrusts his hips and fills me to the hilt.
His mouth and tongue move along my neck as he stretches my delicate skin with every move. He wraps his lips around my nipple, grazing the tip with his teeth, and making my back arch off the chair while driving into me harder and harder. The humid air only adds to the perspiration already covering our bodies, making our skin slicker and harder to grab on to. My nails scrape across his chest and his back in my desperate attempts to delay the total body explosion that’s imminent. Time passes in the blink of an eye as he repeatedly reduces my body to a shuddering, shaking mess. At the end, we find the edge of the cliff together, neither able to hold out any longer.
We lie in each other’s arms under the stars to let our racing hearts return to normal. We’re out of breath and our chests heave with exhaustion, but soon the cocoon of warmth
mixed with the gentle breeze from the ocean lulls me to sleep in Rod’s arms.
When I stir again, the sun is rising, people begin to stir, and Rod and I are still naked outside.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rod
The morning sun rouses me from the deepest sleep I’ve had in years. The warm body lying beside me all night certainly didn’t hurt.
Then my eyes fly open. We fell asleep outside last night.
Voices carry from all around us as the other guests enjoy breakfast and mimosas on their balconies. Daisy is stirring beside me, probably trying to figure out how to run inside the room without flashing half the hotel in the process.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” I pull her tighter against me and throw my leg over her, covering her backside from any prying eyes. “Sleep well?”
“Yes, apparently a little too well.” She chuckles over our predicament as she lifts her head and looks around. “Should we make a run for it now?”
“Now’s as good a time as any. We’re in a high-rise hotel, sweetheart. It’s not as if the people down there will get a good look at anything.”
“What about the people leaning against the railing behind you? The ones staring at your fine bare ass and snapping pictures with their phones? Will they get a good look at anything?” She tosses my words back at me with an arched brow.
“No more than the people behind you gawking at your luscious bare ass will.”
Her lips part and a surprised gasp immediately follows. I can’t help but smile, despite my best efforts to keep a straight face. “Are you serious, Rod? Are they really looking at me?”
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