by Gia Stone
When she had retrieved the last tee, she marched back to Alec and tucked all of the tees inside his pocket. Her fingers explored the inside of his pocket. His cock was hard, and every time the tips of Brooke’s fingers rubbed against it, he throbbed even more. His body was raging with pent-up desire. Shrapnel of emotion was zooming all through him. She pressed further into his pocket. The cotton of his shorts was burning against his skin. He wanted to rip his shorts off and expose what lay underneath the khaki covering that Brooke kept stroking. He imagined her dropping to her knees and taking him in between those plump lips of hers. Brooke’s dark eyes staring up at him as he deepened his erection into her mouth. He would thrust it into her throat until she gagged, and then he would slide her down onto the green and fill her so deep she would be struggling for air.
“Let’s get going,” Alec said and sat down in the cart. Biting his lip was not working. He needed to get off this course and away from Brooke. The blood in his skin was pulsating on high. He was never one to bottle up his desires, but she was a temptation that he shouldn’t take. Despite her sticking her fingers into his pocket and rubbing his cock every which way. Damn he wanted to rip off her clothes and take her right there on the open green, not caring about who saw. But, he had a job, and this was the best course in Cozumel. If he had sex with Marshall Masterson’s whatever-she-was, well that would be the end of his golfing career, let alone everything he had been working toward. He had spent too many hours building up a great clientele list, and he was almost to the point of the unveiling of his lifelong dream. No, even though Brooke was the hottest thing he had seen, he wasn’t going to risk his livelihood and aspirations for her. It was time to go.
Brooke’s eyes were focused on Alec’s shorts as she climbed in the cart. Her sexy ass slid onto Alec’s lap with her back turned to him. She rubbed her behind from side to side on him, making a circle. His erection was stabbing her, it was so hard. Like it could push through the fabric on his shorts and get to where it wanted to go. Damn, he wanted to be free and give Brooke what she wanted. She obviously wanted him as badly as he wanted her…but there was too much at stake. He owed it to his career and his dreams not to let his lust for Brooke take over. He needed to think like a businessman and ignore the unimaginable desire to bury himself into Brooke.
Brook slowed her circles until his cock was poking in between the crevice of her legs. Like she wanted him to unleash himself and plow into her. Alec’s chest tightened and he cocked his head to the right. They were all alone on the course. He was the only one working the golf shop today. And it was midweek. Doubtful any other golfers would be out at this time. Maybe it would just be their secret. Their exchanged moment of pleasure. He took in a deep breath. Taking Brooke would be so intense. There was something about her eyes. What was it? He’d been with plenty of hot women, sexy women, the works. Brooke made him want to take her to another level of pleasure. To work harder to make her experience a soul-shattering orgasm that would she would never forget. He eyed the back of her head. Her caramel-colored locks of wavy curls danced along her back. He wanted to scoop them together and pull her head back so that their lips could meet. He would kiss her hard at first and then softly intertwine their tongues.
Alec was a good lover. He always gave multiple orgasms. That wasn’t the issue. It was something else. Something about Brooke that made him want to take her to a place she’d never been. To experience something raw with her.
How could they have such a strong connection after only two lessons? No. He needed to stay on task. Alec exhaled through his clenched teeth. Brooke slid into the seat next to him. There, he could breathe again, he turned the key in the ignition. The motor was loud, and he hoped it would drown out the pounding beats of his heart.
“Oh no, a button came loose,” Brooke said as she tore a button from her shirt. Her blouse was flapping open, exposing the tops of her breasts. Brooke reached over and tucked her button in Alec’s shorts, pushing her fingers in deep enough to rub his cock. She stroked it up and down inside of his pocket. Alec glanced over at Brooke. The lace from her bra barely covered her nipples. They were hard, poking through the tiny bits of fabric. He wanted to bite those light brown nipples. Hard. Make Brooke cry out. Damn, he wanted to make her cry out. Her breasts jiggled up and down as they rode along. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her supple breasts were like mounds of joy craving for him to devour. Now. The gravel along the trail was rough, making her breasts bounce even more. He wished he could pull over to the wooded area and take her, but it would jeopardize his job. No, he needed his job and his client list. One bad review from a client at the level of Marshall Masterson, and his whole list could dissipate. Everything he had been working years to build could crumble into nothing. He forced himself to pay attention to the road.
The sides of Brooke’s mouth pulled up high in unison with her nipples. She never imagined how much fun it would be to tease her golf instructor. The jolts and bumps of the path gave tiny zinging sensations to Brooke’s sex. She was ready to get on a bigger ride. How long would he hold out before succumbing to her desires and his? It was obvious he wanted her. Even if his face hadn’t given away any clues, the way he bit his knuckle when she bent over on the green to retrieve the tees. His erection alone was enough of an affirmation for Brooke to continue. They reached the next green, and Alec hopped out of the cart. He grabbed his seven iron like he was on a race. Quickly, he swung his club shanking his ball into the woods. Internally. Brooke laughed, but she refrained from letting him see her reaction. Instead she grabbed her five iron and walked onto the green.
“How far should I spread my legs?” She peeked over at Alec. He wasn’t standing close to her anymore. She sighed. Her eyebrows wrinkled together. There was no way she was giving up on this game. When Brooke wanted something she went after it until she got it. She had more fire and determination than most people in the world. Of course that’s what got her in the current predicament. She wanted to work for Marshall. He was successful, and she knew working for him would mean global exposure. She assumed she would be able to move from being an assistant to having more of a managerial role in his company. Brooke closed her eyes. She had been so naïve to think Marshall would promote her to anything other than Stepford wife status. How silly she had been to think traveling all over the world would be so much fun. Traveling with Marshall was a trial of patience for her. He was extremely picky and not the nicest person to work for or around. Most nights she retired to her hotel room at the end of the day exhausted from holding back so much frustration from being around him.
The whole concept of fun at the beach was the exact opposite with Marshall. Brooke bit her lip. Playing with Alec on the golf course was more thrilling than visiting all of the various countries and experiencing all of the different cultures, during the entire three years she had worked for Marshall. Crap. That really said a lot, and it was depressing. Her shoulders sunk. The best way to fix a cloud is to throw in some lightning. She had found the right rod, and now she just need to make the final synapses of electricity ignite.
“A little wider.” He stayed in his spot.
Brooke glanced over his shoulder. His arms were crossed with his massive hands resting in front of his erection. As if he could hide that large mound? Brooke let out a little laugh. Her chest tightened. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he didn’t want to play with Brooke off the green. She swallowed a lump in the back of her throat that refused to clear.
Brooke squinted and pouted her lips. “Aren’t you going to check my grip?”
Alec approached her from behind and laid his hands over hers. Brooke backed into him, pushing her behind onto his shorts. There it was. His cock was hard. She pushed into him further. His erection grew. She wanted to turn around and unbutton his shorts and work her hands over his ass and stroke his cock until he came. He moved his body against hers from side to side. Her bottom clenched against his touch. Swarms of excitement fluttered in between her legs as he rubbed his erection all
over her backside.
“Go ahead. Take a swing,” he breathed into her ear before taking a step back.
Thwack. She hit the ball down the green, but not as well as her last tee. Brooke sighed. She wanted to impress him with her skills. All of them. She shrugged and returned her club to the bag in the back of the vehicle. She walked back to her side of the cart and slid into her seat. Their eyes met with an intense stare. A stare that spoke volumes. Words full of lust and desire. Alec broke their eye contact and revved the ignition. Brooke’s body jolted back as the cart pulled onto the path. He was driving faster than what would seem possible for a golf cart. It was jiggling Brooke every which way. She cast her eyes at Alec. He swerved the cart toward the wooded area where his ball had landed. He slammed the brake on and grabbed Brooke by the wrist practically dragging her from the seat. Alec led her into the woods in search of his ball.
There it was lying on top of some leaves. The white of the ball glistened like a temptation. This was the moment Brooke could let this happen or not. She could remain the white ball that only soared in the sky when struck by a golf club or she could let into her deep yearnings and experience a world with Alec of delicious orgasmic moments. He knelt down and picked it up. His police officer blues were shaded no longer, showing a moody blue of mixed emotions. They were dark with hunger. Alec stuck the ball in his pocket and thrust Brooke against a tree pinning her arms behind her back. Brooke’s chest rose and fell. Her breathing was heavy, causing her breasts to bounce even more. This was too much for her to handle. She was going to come undone. Tucked away in a forest away from any possible eyes. The idea of being all alone with Alec. Giving into her needs. Damn she needed this. Bad.
“Is this what you want Brooke? You want me to take you right here and now in the woods?” Alec breathed into her ear. Little sparks ran along her body. Fireworks of desire. Like a Morse code sending out a transmission to the owner of her emotions.
She took a deep breath. Not knowing how to respond, she couldn’t use her voice. She was at a loss for words. Brooke bore her gaze into Alec’s and nodded. Alec glided his hands up her legs and pulled her lacy pink panties down, sliding them off of her feet. He placed them in his pocket and gazed up at her. He was like a beacon of hope. Hope that she was going to finally feel something. It had been so long since she had experienced raw, unrelenting pleasure.
Brooke followed his every move, studying him, like there would be a test afterward. She wanted him to move faster but did not want to rush him at the same time. She wanted to scream out “give it to me now.” But she didn’t. She would be patient. Good things come to those who wait, and she would wait for this. Whatever it was that he would give, she would wait. Damn. She would wait. She had already been waiting. Three years of her freaking twenties. And not one real orgasm. Sure she gave herself several orgasms a day. But she had never experienced the big one. The one that comes from inside. She had read about it. Alec was the type of guy to give real orgasms. She knew it.
Alec lifted up her cotton skirt and began licking her. Slowly, sensually, tasting her like he was trying ice cream for the first time. Enjoying it, savoring it. She was so wet. He took in all of her. Devouring her taste. Enjoying each lick, each suck, and every pull with his teeth. Every time Brooke quivered he pushed his tongue in farther. His erection was bulging underneath his khaki shorts like it was trying to burst through the threads and find its way to Brooke. He rubbed it for a second almost as if it was a reminder that he would make sure that he satisfied himself with his other organs and not just his mouth.
Brooke’s legs wobbled as he moved his tongue in farther. He braced her legs over his shoulders and reached up to rub his fingers over her pointed nipples. They were taut. He kneaded each one in between his finger and thumb, tugging on them. He dove his tongue in deeper in her sex and swirled his tongue in circles.
“Oh my, I can’t.” Brooke cried out.
Alec held her up and thrust his tongue in farther and farther. Brooke moaned with a fulfilling sound. Her whole body trembled. Alec smiled. He had tasted every inch of her wetness and licked her as she came in his mouth. His chest tightened. Alec pulled her skirt down and wiped his mouth with her panties.
“I’ll be keeping these,” he said and led her back to the cart, practically dragging her. He scanned the green. They were still alone. Tasting Brooke was worth the risk. The command she had over his body was something he wanted to experience on another level. He wanted to do more than just lick her dry. But he couldn’t make any more allowances on the course. He still had a career at stake. They needed to get back on the green and back to a professional interaction. He could bring her back to his condo and finish this moment with her in his bed. Damn, he wanted to see her naked in his bed. He imagined himself above her gorgeous body as he thrust in her and made her cry out in pure, raw, and unrelenting pleasure. He tried to pick up their pace. Alec wanted to end this instruction and instruct her on a different course. But she was walking so slowly, like she was moving through quicksand.
Brooke could barely catch her breath, but she was not satisfied. She wanted more. Alec’s tongue was like a magic wand of pleasure inside of her sex and rolling over her clit. The skill he had with his mouth made Brooke want to rip his shorts off. She needed to feel his cock inside of her. She imagined the girth of his big erection throbbing inside of her. Brooke swallowed, and saliva ran down her throat, another reminder of how wet he made her.
Alec sat down in the cart, and Brooke stared into his eyes. Her sex was tingling and her legs were weak…but she wasn’t finished.
“That wasn’t enough.”
He laughed. “Well, that’s all you are going to get out here.”
“I want more, and I want it now.” She unbuttoned the top button on his shorts and pulled the zipper down.
“Brooke, I don’t think it’s a good idea. We shouldn’t do any more out here.” He grabbed her hands.
“I don’t care. I want you right now.” She pulled out his erection and straddled him in the cart. Brooke’s wetness slid easily down onto his big erection. She quivered, feeling him deep inside of her. Brooke moaned with pleasure as she took him in further. Slowly, she moved up and down. Her breasts jiggled, almost falling out of her blouse. She picked up the rhythm and the sound of her ass slapping against Alec’s thighs was a loud and repetitive beat of thrilling sensations. Her breasts bounced out of her bra. They jiggled and wiggled with the rhythm of her body riding his. He pulled her hair back and took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple and making her let out a little scream. He moved to the next breast and tugged on the nipple harder and harder until she came undone. Slivers of ice crashed into her body like an ocean liner hitting an iceberg. Her body was like tiny cuts slicing against her skin. Alec was the Titanic and she was going under. She was shaking internally, feeling every warm tingle of her orgasm. She shuddered and let out a deep and satisfying sigh. Brooke slowly moved to the seat next to him and adjusted her shirt. Her eyes followed his hands as he buttoned his shorts.
“Can I have my panties back?”
“No.” He turned the key to the right and the cart jolted forward.
Chapter Two
The blazing water poured over Brooke’s head, but it wasn’t hot enough. She needed more steam. More intensity. The washcloth wasn’t rough enough on her skin. Nothing was working. No matter how hard she tried to bring herself to climax, it wasn’t happening. She tried going slower, and then she tried moving her fingers faster, and it was like the teapot that wouldn’t boil. A little tiny ripple of climax rose up in her clit and then faded out. Like a broken piece of equipment. It was such a fizz of frustration. She turned the nozzle and the water dripped one last drop on her head.
“Dammit.” Brooke grabbed the towel from the hook and rubbed it all over her defeated body. She leaned over and wrapped her hair up in the towel, creating a turban on her head. She grabbed her vibrator from her suitcase. Maybe it could give her some satisfaction
or relief from the urge burning inside her. She needed to feel that soul-shattering orgasm like the one she had experienced at the golf course. And she wasn’t scheduled for any more training sessions. She still wasn’t sure what to do about seeing Alec again. Of course she really wanted to. But what if he didn’t? What if he only wanted that moment on the golf course and that was it?
No…Brooke couldn’t imagine standing in front of Alec naked and him not devouring every inch of her body. No, there was no way that he would just let her stand unclothed and not make a move. He couldn’t help making a move on the golf course with her clothes on. The igniting chemistry between the two of them was something she had never experienced before. Of course she had been turned on by plenty of men and pleasured herself daily. Yet, with Alec it was like something more, beyond their physical desires. She liked playing with him. Toying with him. The power she felt when he gave in to her was a thrill beyond her brief sexual escapades. He was so heated as he had dragged her into the woods. It was like he couldn’t be stopped…but he did…he waited for her to give her yes. Even though she couldn’t speak. She was too knocked off her feet by how sexy he was. A simple nod from her head and he slipped her panties off and into his pocket, his tongue licking her most sensual spots. Her blood quickened.
Brooke climbed onto the bed like a lion about to catch her prey. She flipped the vibrator on. The buzzing sound began. She tried to imagine Alec with her eyes closed as she inserted the hard plastic. Brooke began slowly at first. One hand on the vibrator and her other focusing on her clit. She picked up the rhythm and thrust it in harder, and harder. Imagining it was Alec’s big cock pushing farther into her.
