Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  That familiar sight of the pretty young girl biting upon her lower lip presented itself to him, but it was somehow different. It wasn’t nervousness so much, it was just bashfulness in the afterglow of sex. A timid shyness.

  She gave a slow nod to him and kissed beneath his ear. “Yes daddy. Thank you,” she cooed softly to him.

  After over a year of waiting, she was finally, blissfully his.

  Fertile First Time Tourist

  Book Themes:

  Barely Legal, Breeding, and Virgin

  Word Count:

  5,469

  Parents, what a drag.

  I’m done with high school and suddenly I’m expected to pack up and ship out to some Ivy League college, to compete with eggheads and boring blabber mouths. A whole bunch of dull try-hards. Sounds like hell, if you ask me.

  But my parents didn’t ask me. Okay, well they did. But for once they didn’t listen. And so here I am, facing the prospect of flying across the country to do yet more school work in just a couple months.

  I couldn’t imagine a bigger downer for my summer vacation.

  And that was how I managed to get a simple vacation out of them.

  Somewhere nice, somewhere hot, somewhere Caribbean.

  Mom and dad were both busy with business meetings all summer, so they couldn’t take me. That meant that they would only agree to let me go on my own, if it was somewhere safe, and I got a full time tour guide. I agreed — reluctantly! — but when they said they were sending me to Cuba because it was so safe, I didn’t know what to make of it. Isn’t that where communist terrorists come from or something?

  Well, if it was, it sure didn’t stop it from being beautiful. Because from the moment I started flying over it, I was impressed. And I don’t easily impress, trust me.

  Landing down and going through customs was a bore, but then on my way out of the airport… there he was.

  You see, my parents insisted on a full time tour guide, but I got to pick him myself. And I looked around online, and found the perfect one.

  Romy.

  Pictures didn’t do the man justice. And neither did the endless reams of gushing — frankly fangirling — reviews left by countless women for him. It was easy to see why such a massive hunk was so popular.

  The heat when I arrived was intense, but Romy stood there in a white button down shirt, gently flowing in the breeze, with a pair of khakis on. Simple, right? Except that white shirt was practically see-through, and what was there to see was worth it. Bulging pecs and abs, a hard body to just die for. With dark hair, and handsome good looks like out of a movie, Romy trampled all expectations.

  “Miss Julia?” he said, his voice tinged with such a delightful accent as he flipped his sunglasses up and revealed his sparkling, dark eyes. “I am Romy, your personal guide.”

  I’d originally looked for someone who didn’t speak English — better to be seen than heard, right? — but with his reviews, well, I figured I could shut him up easily enough.

  Though now I didn’t want him to stop.

  “That’s me!” I said with a flirty flip of my hair that I knew drove guys wild. I had a nickname in school, one no one dared call me to my face, but I knew it anyways.

  Cocktease.

  I actually loved it.

  It was what I was.

  What I still am.

  Romy had a way of making even the most adamant cocktease want to give in though.

  “More lovely than mere pixels can convey,” he said, reaching out to take my hand in both of his, the smooth hard skin of his fingerpads so delightfully well-kept yet masculine. The smell of some sort of coconut-y aftershave upon him, but oh so light.

  “I hope your flight was pleasant. Or at least as pleasant as flights can be,” he remarked, his voice husky and deep, but so beautifully lyrical in that Caribbean accent of his.

  I couldn’t have been more pleased with my choice, especially as he pressed his plush lips to the back of my hand.

  He was a few years older than me, but definitely in his prime.

  He had no idea what I had in store for him.

  For us.

  “Come with me, I’ll take us to the hotel, you’ll love it, I promise,” he said, and I believed him. He had a way about him that made a woman want to trust him after all.

  I was told that Cuba was all old fashioned cars, and that sounded awful to me. But when we got to his vehicle, it was actually shiny and modern, very comfortable. He put my things into the trunk, and then offered me a seat inside. It was a two-seater, very swanky with a convertible roof. I’d tell you the name of the car, but I don’t know dick about them, hun, sorry.

  The sun shone down so bright and lovely as he drove us along the coast, the heat would’ve easily been too much for me but there was always a lovely breeze off the ocean adding to the wind that whipped by.

  We chatted on the way, those beautiful lips of his having no shortage of interesting things to say. He told me all about his life on the island, growing up. And while I usually nodded off during such things, I actually wanted to know more about Romy’s life.

  The hotel itself was pretty nice, in Havana itself, not in one of those touristy resorts everyone else was going to. I’d heard all the resorts were filled with nothing but stuffy old tourists, and who wants a vacation like that? The hotel was an older style, well kept. Though everything was looking so much sunnier with Romy guiding me along.

  He took my things up to my room for me and I got a glimpse of the large, spacious area, and the big king sized bed. There was a balcony overlooking the ocean, and the sight was delightful.

  “I hope you approve,” he remarked, placing my luggage down and showing me about the place. “I picked this all out for you myself,” he said, and it’s true. I hired him to look after all the details of my trip for me.

  My parents spared no expense, not after how much I pleaded and begged and bargained. If they wanted me to do well in College, I argued, I had to be well rested and prepared.

  So the hotel was likely one of the best in the city, but I still looked around it like I was used to nicer things and places. I didn’t want Romy to get too swollen of a head. Not yet.

  “Oh, it’ll do fine.”

  The smile he gave me held a sparkle, and it was like he could read right through me and see I was more than approving of it all.

  “If you are hungry,” he remarked, opening the balcony doors open wide, “I can have food brought up, or we could go downstairs and eat. Or I could even show you some lovely spots to dine around town. I know all the best, either way,” he boasted.

  “Oh… I suppose I might as well have a taste of the town,” I said. Even though I was practically starving by that point, he made his knowledge of the town sound so intimate, I just wanted to rush out and see what he had to show me.

  The streets of Havana were beautiful, old fashioned but lively and well kept. The kind of thing I probably wouldn’t have appreciated if not for the handsome man guiding me down the streets to the lovely restaurant overlooking the historic city.

  Everything was so tall, but it wasn’t like home. The side streets were narrow and filled with people and colour, and the main streets were flooded with noise. Beautiful, shiny cars drove by in outlandish colours that would’ve been gaudy if it didn’t seem to fit in with the city so well.

  A bunch of schoolgirls in blue rushed ahead of us, glancing back at Romy and giggling before they took off down a side street. Some people glanced at us as we walked at a leisurely pace that I wasn’t quite used to but it seemed that was how everyone walked. Leisurely.

  To get to the restaurant itself, we had to climb these winding, narrow stairs, and I thought for a moment on how strange it seemed. But once we got to the top, it was a beautiful place. Old fashioned but classy, with a live band and some other, well-to-do tourists sitting down with locals, talking, enjoying drinks and good looking food.

  “I think you should try the special,” Romy said to me, nodding with a smile
to the manager or owner before guiding me to a table and pulling out the seat for me. “I hope you eat meat,” he asked, “because the pork here is excellent.”

  I wasn’t a very adventurous eater, truly. Though something in me made me not want to admit that. Which was, honestly, a first. Usually everyone knew how I felt just as soon as I did.

  I brushed some of my straight, blonde hair behind my ear, looking at him. Just drinking him in.

  What my parents didn’t know, was that I had a plan. A plan so that I never had to go to school again.

  I smiled seductively at Romy. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

  He ordered for me and the meal was delightful, the drinks delicious, the music so calming and pleasant. Yet it was the company that truly made the evening special.

  “I have a confession to make,” Romy said, smiling at me across the table as we savoured our drinks as the sun slowly made its way to setting.

  “What’s that?” I asked, batting my long, curved lashes at him as I tilted my head back, letting my blond hair slip away from my slender neck a little.

  “You are far younger and more beautiful than my usual clientele, Julia. By leaps and bounds unmeasurable,” he said before raising his mojito to me in toast.

  I couldn’t help but feel smug at that, and I let the top of my foot graze against his calf as if by accident.

  “Oh really, Romy?” I purred, leaning in and letting my shirt fall away from my chest a little bit.

  He held my gaze for a moment, but then very casually let his eyes dip down. The way he took a peek at my breasts made it feel as if he wasn’t letting me get away with pretending to be so casual about it. It was like he turned the tables on me with but a few simple facial expressions. Pulling me out of my hiding spot to gaze at me with such casual interest.

  “Luscious and ravishing,” he stated so calmly in that smooth, charming voice of his.

  His accent made it sound even more exotic, and he certainly had a way with words that none of those dumb boys at school could ever dream of. He was way too calm and in control.

  And that excited me.

  My lip quirked into a smile and I watched him for a moment. “Thank you,” I said before taking my straw back into my mouth, finishing off the rest of my drink.

  We were walking on out, through the darkening streets of Havana when I had to put my arms about his for support. The drinks had been so strong, stronger than I was used to, but any excuse to cling to his muscular arm for support was welcome.

  I could feel the bulge of his muscles, the veins rising up on his flesh. He was so well sculpted, nothing just for show about this hunk of a man.

  “We could go enjoy some of Habana’s night life,” he remarked, looking to me from the corner of his gaze. “But maybe your trip here has been long enough already, and you could use some rest. Tomorrow I am going to take you into the jungle, after all. Show you a beautiful spot in the mountains that you will just adore.”

  But the salsa music was already spilling out onto the streets, and I could feel it in my hips, my bones. I wanted an excuse to get close to him.

  It wasn’t that I needed to seduce him. I knew what guys were like. If I’d asked him to take me back to the hotel and bone me without a condom, he totally would. Probably wouldn’t even be bothered that I was still a virgin.

  No, wanting to dance with him had nothing to do with him and everything to do with me.

  “Naw, let’s go dance!”

  Romy looked at me with a wry smirk, some mild surprise on his face at my sudden brazenness.

  “Dance you say?” he remarked, and I thought for a moment he might try to talk me out of it. But instead, he guided me off our path and took me down a different road. “I know just the club,” he said with a smile.

  It wasn’t hard to tell where he was taking me, the lights and sounds of the club were apparent from far away. The beautiful music and gorgeous people spilling out into the streets even, as we approached. It was such a remarkable place!

  Again, Romy seemed to know people, the man at the door let us both pass with barely a word, just some friendly hand gesture between the two of them. We headed on in, the thrum of the music and the sights of so many stunning, scantily clad people grinding, swaying and cutting amazing moves all around us.

  It was unlike anything I’d ever seen, and the music was already thrumming in my veins, making me feel so hot in all the right ways. Like I was invincible.

  I dragged him towards the small, free spot on the dance floor, my soft hand in his before I tugged him in. My arms wrapped around his neck, and instantly my hips started swaying.

  I knew I had a good body. My parents paid for a personal trainer for me since I was fourteen, and I didn’t skimp or cheat.

  If you ever met Helga, you wouldn’t either. She was an Amazonian woman, and mean as they come, but she whipped my ass into perfect shape.

  The perfect shape for Romy’s big hands to cup and gently squeeze, which was exactly what he helped himself to as we began to dance. The handsome, smiling man showing no sheepishness in holding me so personally, and for a moment I debated whether it was just the hot Latin nature of the place, or if it was all him and his charming bravado.

  Either way, worked for me!

  He certainly showed no lack of moves on the dance floor, his ripped body moving with such ease and masculine grace.

  “You dance well,” he said to me with a smile. “Especially for such a pretty, fair girl from away,” he tacked on playfully.

  I was letting myself fall for him. Really fall for him. Forcing those barriers down as I enjoyed the music pumping through our veins.

  I pressed my breasts into his hard chest, looking up at him with a devilish smirk.

  “That’s not all I do well,” I taunted, though honestly, the furthest I’d gone with a guy was hand stuff.

  Romy didn’t know that though, and he grasped hold of my hips and spun me about, sliding one hand up to grasp mine before pulling me back in against him. We moved with the music, our bodies twisting and turning, until my rear was pressed up against his groin, and we were grinding so shamelessly in the middle of the club.

  So shamelessly that Romy made not an effort to hide the thick bulge that quickly grew to a full — and startlingly impressive — size against my two cheeks.

  I even swear I heard a low groan over the sound of the music.

  And I know I said it wasn’t for him, and it wasn’t. But his reaction, that’s what I needed. To know that he wanted me. Not just a little, but that he couldn’t think unless he had me.

  I got off on the power, on making guys want more and then pulling away.

  But instead, I ground against him closer, my mouth parted as I lifted my arms up, wrapping them around him and drawing his head in towards my shoulder so that I could feel his breath on my ear.

  There he was, held in thrall to me as one of his big, muscular arms went about my waist. I could feel his bulging, hard forearm press into my tummy as his fingers splayed and slid down over my mons atop my dress. He hovered his mouth so near to my skin I could feel the warm, moistness of his breath.

  He felt glorious, hard, tall and broad, like a man should be. And he rocked his hips in tune with me, grinding his manhood into me as we swayed and danced. Until finally those lips of his dared brush against my earlobe, my neck. A soft, light kiss.

  My tummy flipped, and I felt a tingle between my thighs. It wasn’t anything explosive, but my body certainly didn’t seem to care that it was just a kiss.

  No, my body was responding like he’d just managed to find a hidden part of me, a sensitive and secret place, and open it with such expertise...

  I was losing at my own game, but then, that was the plan. To let myself give in to passion, and do what felt right. What felt natural.

  For once.

  And Romy was the perfect man to let go with. Those big, strong hands rubbing over my flesh, soaking me all in, appreciating every inch of my body. Every little brush of h
is fingertips was like fire and ice, exciting and calming at once.

  Before long I lost all connection with what I was doing, there were only the pleasurable sensations of our two bodies contacting, with no clear idea of where I stood, or that I was even a distinct being, separate from him. It was like we’d both just… evaporated into tingling, excited energy.

  Mere moments of clarity got through, and I heard myself moan as Romy’s lips tugged my earlobe into his mouth, and he suckled upon it.

  It was like a warm chill went through me, my nerves responding with such eager delight.

  My panties were already soaking wet, and I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone before. My lips parted, and I panted out, gently, “Let’s go.”

  His grip upon my hips tightened for a moment, and those strong fingers sank into my flesh right above my womanhood, slowly pulling my dress up fractions of an inch. Then finally he let go, and spun me back around, looking into my eyes with his intense gaze before he began to lead me out.

  His hand was around mine as he guided me, taking me into the cool night air, which made my overheated skin tingle. No sooner than we were free and clear in the open, he put his arm around my back and pulled me close, guiding me towards the hotel.

  No words passed between us, but once we were in the elevator, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me on the lips. Hard, passionately.

  He still tasted of the minty mojito, and my tongue lashed against his, hungrily. He was a skilled kisser, and his hands roamed over my body, over my clothes, and it felt like such a long ride up to the top.

  My arms around his neck, we practically fell out of the elevator when it arrived on my floor, nearly crashing into a couple waiting for it. I giggled as I tugged Romy’s hand, leading him into my room.

  The door shut behind us, and I was suddenly glad he had the foresight to leave the balcony windows open, because I was still so hot and the cool air was helping keep me from passing out with the heat of desire.