R.S.V.P.

by Madeleine Oh

  If he’d asked beforehand, she’d have denied him. Sun Daze was a feel-good paper, edgy enough to appeal to jaded locals as well as adventurous tourists, but not so extreme that they’d lose advertising dollars. Paid for by advertisements and classifieds, as well as the revenue from their website, they didn’t need celebrity scandals to drive sales. But she’d mingled with enough staffers from other papers at the various clubs and events around town to know how a single incriminating photo could be recycled for years to drive sales. She’d never open herself up to that kind of notoriety.

  Except Michael hadn’t asked her permission. She’d known the camera was there, known he’d set a timer, and hadn’t protested. That had been enough for him. And he’d offered to give her the negatives, as if guessing the possible publicity was the source of her concern, not distaste for the subject matter.

  Sassy smiled. When their relationship ended, at least she would have this much of him, something to look at to keep the memories as fresh and vivid as the film.

  She relaxed into his embrace. “I’m glad you did.”

  He kissed her lightly, rewarding her acquiescence. “Developing the film can wait. Time to get dressed and go to the brunch.”

  Chapter Six

  A short time later, dressed in a white bikini patterned with starbursts of silver glitter flaring around her nipples and shooting upward from her crotch, Sassy followed Michael onto the wide pool side patio at the Eleanor. His navy and white Ralph Lauren Polo swim trunks had bulged appreciatively the first time he’d seen her in the outfit, and he’d declared that if she walked in front of him, he’d be unfit for polite society.

  She recognized many of the people from last night’s party, although they’d all changed into beachwear, ranging from bikinis that were the legal minimum to full-length cover-ups and sun hats. Some retained hints of their sexual preferences, such as the crocheted bikini being worn by the submissive who’d demonstrated rope dresses. Some were completely hidden, like Mistress Melissa’s two slaves who wore T-shirts and trunks.

  Of course, even though this was a private party, non-attendees could still see them. Neither of the men would want to advertise their nipple rings or other, more private piercings. The reminder of how many people’s reputations could be damaged by a full exposé was sobering.

  Michael glanced over his shoulder at her. “Something wrong?”

  “Why?”

  “You slowed down.”

  Sassy forced a smile. He was too damned perceptive. “Just looking at all the partygoers. Quite a change in dress from last night.”

  “You can look later, while we eat.” He tugged her hand, pulling her toward the first of the buffet stations.

  He loaded a plate with melon cubes, pineapple wedges, fluffy scrambled eggs, strips of cinnamon French toast, and bacon slices for them to share. Sassy accepted two frosty glasses of fresh iced tea from the hotel employee manning the beverages. A separate small bar was set up for those who had indulged too heavily the night before, and wanted a hair of the dog, or those who wanted the traditional Sunday morning mimosa or Bloody Mary.

  Michael located an empty chaise, white like all the hotel furniture, and sat down. Sassy looked at the crowded patio in confusion.

  “But where do I sit?”

  “Right here.” He patted his thigh invitingly with his free hand.

  Careful not to spill the drinks, she straddled the lounge, and slowly lowered herself onto his lap. His rapidly firming erection pressed against her ass. She shifted position slightly, scooting back and easing his cock between her legs, and was rewarded with his sigh of pleasure. She leaned back, against his chest, and stretched her legs out, her smooth, shaved legs looking delicate and feminine bracketed between his lean, muscled legs lightly furred with dark hair.

  He put his arms around her, resting the plate of food in her lap, slightly to the side so that he could see it over her shoulder. Spearing a pale green cube of honeydew on his fork, he lifted it to her lips. She opened her mouth and let him slide it inside, feeling the answering twitch from his cock beneath her.

  Slowly, they worked their way through the huge amount of food. If Sassy had entertained any doubts that providing for her pleased Michael, he put them to rest most thoroughly. She could feel how his arousal built with every forkful of food he fed to her. That made her hotter and wetter, until her bikini briefs were soaked through as if she’d actually gone into the pool. When she paused for a cooling sip of iced tea, she noticed no corresponding jump in his cock, even though she sucked on the straw in a highly suggestive fashion. No way was she passing up such a great opportunity to turn him on.

  “These glasses are sweating,” she told him. “I’m afraid I’ll drop them. Is it okay if I put them down?”

  “Sure.”

  Sassy leaned over and placed both glasses on the concrete, where they instantly formed twin puddles. Now Michael could serve her drink to her, and they’d both enjoy it. Playfully, she wiped her chilled, wet palms against his warm thighs. He shivered, but his cock jumped upward.

  He hugged her with his free hand, pulling her tight against himself. His cock pressed against the thin fabric of her bikini until it shifted to one side, allowing him to push between her plump nether lips.

  She swallowed a moan. He felt so good. But it wasn’t enough. Her body clenched, eager to pull him the rest of the way inside her. She wanted more than the swim-trunk-covered tip of him against her opening. She wanted the length of him, hard and hot and slick inside her.

  “Michael?” she whispered, barely breathing the words so that the people sitting on the chaises to either of side of them wouldn’t hear her. “Can you slide out the fly of your swim trunks?”

  His arm tightened around her. “Oh God. You have no idea how that makes me feel.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  She rolled her weight from one ass cheek to the other, teasing the tip of his cock a few hairsbreadth deeper. He buried his face against her neck, muffling his groan.

  “I can’t put a condom on here. And I’m too stiff to get up and go to the men’s room.”

  Sassy growled with frustration. “Well, what if you just don’t come?”

  His answering chuckle sounded pained. “My control is good, Sasha, but it’s not that good. Knowing I’d made you come in the middle of a crowded party would send me over the edge.”

  The mention of the crowd surrounding them was enough to cool her ardor…until his cock twitched against her throbbing flesh. Her muscles clenched, tightening and releasing in wave after helpless wave, desperate to pull him inside her. He groaned into her neck again, following up with a hungry openmouthed kiss full of tongue and teeth. She writhed against him, tilting her head to allow him free plunder of her neck and shoulder, and cursed the borderline high blood pressure that had kept her off the pill.

  “I need you, Michael. Now. Screw the condom.”

  A deep shudder coursed through him. “No. Your safety is my responsibility.”

  She heard his breathing shift, slowing and deepening. The head of his cock no longer pressed urgently against her. He drew another two deep breaths, then pushed her forward, off of his softening cock and onto his thighs.

  “Get up—carefully—and don’t say anything.”

  Sassy did as he’d told her, knowing he was fighting to bring his body’s reaction back under control. He waited a moment longer, then rose fluidly to his feet. Only his white-knuckled grip on the plate still in his hand gave any indication of how much effort was required not to be aroused.

  He stalked off, leaving her standing beside the chaise. Not knowing what else to do, she picked up her glass of iced tea and took a long, cooling drink. She stood there for an eternity, scanning the crowd who lounged around the pool. A few couples were sharing chaises, kissing or engaging in some discreet petting beneath loose beach wraps. Latecomers like her and Michael were still eating. But most people had their eyes closed, resting in the sun as they chatted with those around them.


  A pair of giggling women slipped into the pool, clinging to the wall and splashing at the man they’d left behind. He let out a roar, and followed them into the water, dunking first one then the other. The women’s laughter mingled with their squeals, attracting the attention of other partygoers.

  As if this was a signal of some sort, the pool was soon filled with laughing, squealing people, splashing and dunking each other. In the middle of all this Michael returned, his plate piled high with fruit.

  “You went back to the buffet?” she asked. She’d been so sure he was going to put on a condom. Disappointment settled in her stomach, destroying what appetite she had left.

  “We needed a reason for me to be leaning back and forth, besides the obvious,” he whispered, although their nearest neighbors had both joined the party in the pool, and were no longer likely to hear him.

  He sat on the chaise, the plate in his lap concealing his hand as he adjusted his swim trunks and liner. Sassy glimpsed the pale white tip of a condom in the opening.

  “Sit,” he ordered.

  Her legs quivered with nervous anticipation as she eased herself onto his lap. His arms tightened around her, and he bent his head to kiss her shoulder. As his tongue stroked lazy circles against her skin, his cock rose and hardened. When he was ready, he nudged the crotch of her bikini to the side, then guided her back until the head of his cock pressed against her opening.

  She shivered, her hungry flesh pulsing against him.

  “You really want to do this?” he asked one last time.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Then spread your pussy.”

  “How?”

  Michael growled. “Lean to the left a bit.”

  As she shifted her weight to that side, he cupped her bikini-clad hip with his right hand and stretched the skin, opening her to his invasion. The head of his cock slid inside her. She gasped, her muscles tightening and trying to draw him deeper.

  “No,” he cautioned her. “You’ll have to remain completely silent, if you don’t want everyone to know what we’re doing.”

  Sassy nodded, not trusting her voice. Michael leaned forward, his arms around her holding the plate of fruit in her lap. Slowly, he speared a cube of melon and raised it to her lips, the natural flexing of his hips as he moved lifting his cock higher, pressing deeper inside her. She opened her lips and took the sweet honeydew into her mouth, the way she wanted to close around his cock and pull him inside her. He flexed, pressing his cock against the wall of her vagina, and she moaned softly.

  “You like the fruit?” he asked, humor lacing his deep voice.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered. “It’s so sweet.”

  He bent to spear another melon cube and lift it to her lips, his cock nudging the barest fraction deeper. Sassy’s muscles clenched, trying to pull him further inside, but it was no good.

  “Relax,” he told her. “Enjoy the taste of each piece. It’ll take a long time to work through the whole plate. A long time.”

  A tremor rippled through her. She wanted him now. But as she’d learned so well, her wants meant nothing. She’d given him permission to satisfy her, and he’d do it his way. She had no doubt that the end result would be beyond her wildest imagining, but getting there would test her patience and obedience to their utmost.

  She leaned forward slightly, taking the fruit before the fork reached her mouth. Straightening, she rolled her weight, settling over him, stifling her sigh as he slipped further inside her.

  Gradually, they worked out the best rhythm of slowly shifting their weight forward and backward, Michael’s cock sliding ever so slightly deeper each time.

  Sassy focused on the party around her, watching the cavorting models, actors, executives, and other beautiful people laughing and splashing in the pool. Only by keeping her attention on them rather than the feel of Michael’s hard length pulsing inside her could she keep her breathing normal, her body relaxed. She wanted to pant, to tremble and shiver as he pushed deeper and deeper, each agonizing inch a triumph of anticipation that only whetted her appetite for more. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t give any clue that they were actually having sex on this chaise.

  “You are so hot for me,” Michael murmured. “I can feel your lubrication flowing down my cock.”

  Now that he mentioned it, she could feel his damp swim trunks against her ass. She tensed. “Oh God. It’ll stain, and everyone will know.”

  He chuckled breathlessly. “This is a pool party. I’ll go for a quick dip when we finish. No one will know.”

  Michael curled around her to offer her another piece of fruit, sighing gently as his cock finally entered her fully, his balls pressed against the thin barrier of his swimsuit below the opening of the fly. Tightening one arm around her waist, he snuggled her hips even closer, muffling his groan with an openmouthed kiss against her shoulder.

  “Now,” he whispered. “Tighten your inner muscles. But keep the rest of your body loose.”

  Sassy clenched around his cock, pressing herself along his length. Breathing deeply, forcing herself to stay relaxed, she clenched again. And again.

  She’d waited so long for him to fill her that now she couldn’t get enough of him. He swelled, growing harder and thicker.

  The party blurred out of focus, bright colors and sharp sounds smearing into a collage of light and noise that grew dimmer and dimmer. Michael’s tongue swept back and forth over the tender spot on her shoulder where he’d bitten her that morning, the edge of pain heightening her passion still further.

  “Please, Michael,” she whispered on a shaky breath.

  “Keep perfectly still,” he warned. “Completely quiet.”

  Sassy bit her lower lip, hard enough that she tasted blood. But she didn’t move. And Michael did.

  Holding her tight about the waist, he flexed his cock, rocking back and forth deep within her. She ground her teeth against her lip, using the pain to focus, keeping her from crying out in passion. He turned his head, nuzzling the side of her neck, then scraped his teeth across her pounding pulse. A soft whimper escaped her.

  Carefully, he eased the mostly eaten plate of fruit forward, casually dropping his other hand behind it. Then beneath it. His fingers probed beneath the edge of her bikini and brushed her hot, swollen clit.

  Sassy started to arch, remembering at the last moment that she wasn’t supposed to move. Instead she forced the movement inside, bearing down and clenching around his cock with all the strength she was capable of. Michael squeezed her clit.

  The orgasm ripped through her, blowing her away. The party disappeared in a swirling fog of pure sensation, then even that was gone, leaving her floating and flying far from her body.

  She drifted slowly to consciousness, aware of uncomfortable heat along her side. She turned away, seeking the coolness on her other side.

  Michael’s rich chuckle brought her fully to wakefulness. “Sleeping beauty awakes.”

  She blinked. He was stretched out on the chaise next to the one she occupied, his dark hair plastered to his scalp and droplets of water clinging to his tanned and muscled body.

  “What happened?” she asked, sitting up and running a shaky hand through her hair. The shifting beam of direct sunlight crossing her formerly shadowed chaise had woken her. The sunbeam had been nowhere near them when they’d started making love.

  “You passed out,” he answered, his tone smug and full of pride.

  She scanned the party. The pool was empty, as were most of the chaises. The buffet tables had been cleared, although the bartender was still available to dispense drinks.

  “The brunch is over? How long was I out?”

  Michael chuckled. “About an hour and a half. I told everyone that you hadn’t slept much last night, and had fallen asleep in the heat.”

  “But that’s not what happened.”

  “No.” He stood and pushed his lounge chair flush against hers, making a double-wide chaise, then stretched out beside her. She curled again
st him, his pool-dampened skin soothing her overheated flesh. But she didn’t want sex again. She just wanted to be near Michael.

  “You,” she whispered against his chest. “Only you.”

  She felt more than heard his deep rumble of masculine satisfaction as she acknowledged once again that she was his to control, and all her pleasure came from him, however he chose to give it to her.

  He lazily stroked her hair and back. “The party’s over. We can stay a little longer, if you want to cool off in the pool, but now that we’re losing our shade, you really should switch to a new lounge.”

  Sassy sighed, stretching her limp muscles. Sex with Michael was better than the best sauna and massage for completely relaxing her.

  “I don’t want to move.”

  “You also don’t want to fry to a crisp.”

  The edge of the sunbeam crept further across their chaise, roasting her back until it prodded her into motion. She jumped up and ran across the patio, leaping into the pool with a big splash. The water closed over her with an arctic shock, and she kicked up to the surface, gasping and spluttering. After a moment, she acclimated, enjoying the refreshingly cool water.

  Michael strode off, returning a short time later with one of the hotel’s fluffy white towels. Sassy climbed out of the pool and stood dripping on the patio, her arms outstretched, as he toweled her dry. He glided the soft fabric over her skin in a gentle caress that ended all too soon. Grinning, he snapped the wet towel against her ass.

  She jumped. Her body hummed, remembering the heights to which he’d already taken her, and eager to return.

  “Is that a promise?” she asked.

  He tossed the towel aside, flinging it across one of the abandoned lounges, and swept her into an embrace, his mouth claiming hers as he bent her over his arm. She was breathless and trembling by the time he lifted his head.

  “Sadly, it’s a promise that will have to wait,” he said, his gray eyes shadowed. “I have something scheduled for this afternoon.”

  “Business or pleasure?”

  “Business. Scouting locations for a photo shoot.”