by Ember Flint
I roll my eyes, laughing. “You talk as this was part of some sort of black ops…”
Weston gives me an ‘are you kidding?’ look.
“Like anything less than one of those could keep mom from having us both shackled and on our way to make her a grandma by the end of the week!”
I don’t say anything to that, ‘cause the shit is totally true. Nothing short of a group of mercenaries shooting trank darts at her could stop her if she really is set on foisting this Kelly, Cally chick on my brother.
I drink some more of my beer as my eyes sweep the sprawling patio, overlooking the ocean and that’s when I catch sight of something that nearly stops my heart cold, before throwing it into a mad rhythm.
One moment my heartbeat is mellow classical music and the next it’s staggering heavy metal.
For a couple of seconds I’m almost positive my eyes are failing me here: no way something this pretty can be real, but I can see she’s standing a few feet away, the orange glow of the torches scattered around flickering onto her caramel-colored skin.
The tum-tum-tum of my heartbeat covers the lively music around me and fills my ears, deafening me.
I’ve never wanted something as much as I want her.
I gulp noisily like some horny teenage boy as I stare at her and it feels almost like an out-of-body experience. I’m seeing both myself and her from the outside. Me, looking like some cartoon wolf from the Forties with my tongue rolling out down my chin and my heart visibly pounding out of my chest and she, looking like a fucking pinup centerfold from the Fifties come to life with her bursting curves straining against the seams of the little tease of a yellow summer dress barely reaching mid-tight she’s wearing. She’s got pixie cut wavy black hair, pouty bee-stung lips that could put Angelina Jolie to shame and the most impressive large, innocent eyes I’ve ever seen; I can’t make out their color from here, but their shape is alluring enough to make me stupid and tongue-tied.
I can’t help but picture those lips of hers wrapped around a very important piece of equipment that belongs to me and I’m shocked to realize my boxers have grown tight and uncomfortable just from looking at her.
I nearly lose my grip on the cold wet bottle before I blindly sit it on the counter, never looking away from her beauty.
My eyes run over her from head to toe, taking her all in and my hard-on grows more painful when they stop on her arresting Double Ds barely contained by the top of her flimsy dress. I can see from here she’s got a trim waist that only makes her bell-shaped hips flare out and visions of me gripping her there flash behind my eyes, making my cock grow harder still and those thighs… fuck me, they are thick and look so damn soft…
All the gentlemanly things my parents taught me are forcibly being thrown out of my head as I devour her from afar and I’m suddenly very much aware of how long it has been since I’ve felt the tight grip of a nice juicy cunt around my dick. Fuck me, it’s been years since I’ve felt the urge to even go looking, I’ve been too damn busy with the Conglomerate to even think of getting laid, but right here, right now, I feel like I can’t go the next ten minutes without having her.
Fuck, I should be ashamed of myself for how I’m ogling her, practically eye-fucking her on the spot.
She’s so fucking tiny and looks so young, I probably shouldn’t even be looking. She must be over ten years my junior.
She’s so damn small, my hands clench at my sides when a wave of protectiveness rushes into my veins like fire, overpowering me. She’s not just the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on in my life, she also has an aura of innocence about her that makes her look like a little doll.
Lust is riding me hard and I haven’t even spoken to her, let alone touched her.
My brain is totally useless right now as I stand here like a fucking idiot trying to catch my breath and feeling like a train just ran me the fuck over.
How long have I been staring at her?
It feels like hours, but it’s probably mere seconds.
Shit, I’m feeling lightheaded, I’ve never been in the presence of a woman that made me want to go all caveman on her in such a way.
I can see myself in my mind’s eye as I stride up to her and throw her over my shoulder, disappearing into the night with her to find a secluded place so I can bend her over, give her my hard cock and fuck her into tomorrow.
My mind is going over all the things I’d love to do to her, love to have her do, and I can’t fucking stop.
She’s not even looking my way. Shit.
The thought she hasn’t even seen me when I’m here going up in flames for her pisses me the fuck off. I want her eyes on me. I want her to burn like I’m burning. I want her to learn my name so she can scream it until she’s breathless as I pound my lust into her delectable curvy body, making those fabulous pillowy breasts of hers bounce. I want to mark her, own her, possess her and quench this sudden thirst I’ve got between her lush thighs, I want her to imbue my senses until I can’t tell us apart, I want to get drunk on her and never sober up again.
Damn and fuck, get a fucking grip, Damon!
I so don’t need to sport a raging erection in the middle of this party. I’m not here for this, I’m not going to let my cock lead me.
No time for pussy. Not now and certainly not here.
Business, you’re here for business. Must think of the Resort. Mustn’t lose focus.
I shake my head, trying in vain to calm down, but I can’t find an ounce of self-discipline in me, not even a speckle where I was sure before I saw her there was a ton of the shit.
“Bro, what the fuck is wrong with you? You look like you’re about to pass out!”
My brother’s voice breaks the spell and I turn my head sideways to look at him. I want to tell him I’m okay, but I can’t find my fucking voice and my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Shit.
He taps my shoulder. “Damon?”
“Uh?” I mumble, turning back to look her way and my eyes almost fucking pop out of my skull when I see she’s no longer standing there.
“Fuck!” I grouse, looking around frantically to see if I can spot her, panic rising into me at the idea of never seeing her again; all my thoughts about work and having no time to chase skirts, flying out the window.
“What’s the matter?” Weston asks.
“I’ll catch up with you later, Wes… I need to find someone,” I blurt out, leaving my perplexed brother behind and barely refraining myself from pushing people out of the way in my desire of finding the little perfect exotic china doll that just slipped through my fingers.
I spend the next few minutes trying to locate her to no avail and my brain is already in CEO-mode as I think up ways of finding her first thing tomorrow when I bump into something, or rather someone and I feel something icy-cold soak up the front of my polo and splash on my shorts as my hands dart forward to break the other person’s fall while I briefly stumble backward.
I look down into the face of the little doll I was so desperate to find only seconds ago and my heart finally stops beating off-kilter.
A smile breaks on my face as something settles deep within me.
She looks flustered and I can see a blush tinge her cheeks as she pulls away from me, but I don’t let her go far, keeping my hands where they belong: on her.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and— oh… what a mess I made of your nice t-shirt! I’m mortified, I—”
“It doesn’t matter,” I say, interrupting her.
“But it’s ruined!” She shakes her head, her teeth biting into her plump lower lip and making my cock jerk in my khakis.
I look down at us, some orange and purple slushy concoction has made a mess of both my polo and her dress, but I don’t give a fuck, my eyes follow the shiny little droplets splattered all over the large mounds of her tits and the side of her delicate-looking neck and it’s all I can do not to pick her u
p, kiss her senseless and then lick each and every one of those drops off her skin.
I shrug, smiling at her when I see she’s really concerned about the damn shirt. “I don’t care: it’s just a shirt, don’t worry.”
“I’ll pay for it… I’m not into fashion, but it looks like an expensive polo…”
It is, but fuck if I care, all I can think about is how sweet and innocent her voice sound as it drops from those sinful lips of hers in a contrast that fucks with me in more ways than I can count.
“Don’t even think about it. Like I said: it’s just a shirt.”
I swipe some of the orange granita away from her cheek with the pad of my thumb and she shivers looking up at me.
Fuck, she looks even more hot up-close and I can finally see that her eyes are an unbelievable shade of dark green, like some of the foliage framing the shore.
And she even smells fucking amazing, under the cloying scent of the cocktail dripping from our clothes: sweet like pineapple and salty like the ocean.
I know I should let her go now, but I find myself tightening my grip on her arms instead and pulling her closer. “What’s your name, little doll?”
The endearment simply falls from my mouth without my say-so and for a moment it freaks me out. I’m so not the type to call a woman anything but her given name, yet with her, I feel like it would make perfect sense calling her every sweet appellation in the book.
She blushes an even deeper shade of pink at my words and looks down and to the side, shyly. “Ellie…”
I smile, putting two fingers under her chin to make her look up at me again. I can’t get enough of having her eyes on me. “Nice to meet you, Ellie, I’m Damon.”
Ellie frowns, looking down at me and for a moment I’m sure she spotted my hard-on or something, but then I see her incredible eyes are simply following the purple ice chips as they slide down my chest.
“Let’s get cleaned up a bit, little doll.” I slide my hand down from her arm to her wrist and pull her behind me.
We go back at the counter where my brother is still standing and looking our way like I’ve sprouted a second head —which I might as well have done, it would anyway be less strange than the way I’m acting right now. I read the ‘what the fuck?’ in his eyes loud and clear and simply shrug my shoulders at him, going back to focus on my little china doll.
We both make fast work of drying the stains on our clothes and all the while I know I’m probably touching her way more than necessary, but I can’t bring myself to stop.
There’s something running in a continuous flow between us.
Sexual tension, attraction, a connection, I don’t know what the fuck it is, but I can’t step away from its devastating path, all thought of ‘must work and mustn’t fuck her hot little pussy, sliding away from my mind, because holy fuck I have to have her, there’s nothing for it: I need to have her.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m lowering my lips to her and I’m capturing her mouth in a deep, hard kiss.
I half-expect her to pull away, maybe slap me, I don’t know the protocol for situations like this since I’ve never acted this impulsively in my life, but there’s no protest from her part, only a small gasp of surprise and then her tongue is curving around mine and the crowd, the orchestra, the chattering, the whole fucking world is just disintegrating around us and the only thing I know is that this feels right.
Chapter 6
DAMON
I throw a glance at my smartwatch and my eyes widen in surprise.
This can’t be right.
Either my three-hundred thousand dollars custom-made Tag Heuer is a piece of junk or I’ve actually spent five hours straight talking with this girl and didn’t even feel the passage of time.
We laughed, we goofed around, we danced in the moonlight away from prying eyes and we even got a little tipsy trying the most outlandishly colored tropical cocktails on the menu and somewhere along the way, I totally lost myself to this girl and I don’t even know her full name.
She thought it’ll be ‘more fun’ if we left the exchange of serious information at a minimum, so I know she’s from Miami and she knows I’m from New York, we each know how old the other is — and thank fuck, she’s more than old enough for the things that have been running in my mind since I saw her— and that’s about it.
She assumed I’m a guest here just like her and I didn’t correct her.
I just want to be Damon for one night. No last names, no pressure.
I’m neither the CEO nor the billionaire right now, I’m just a man taking a stroll under the stars with a pretty girl.
I told no lies, only omitted what I do for a living and found myself sharing with her so much about who I am, about my past, my family, my hopes and my dreams, that I can hardly believe it.
Normally, I’m not one to open up this easily, but I find I can tell this little lady anything and everything and I think she shared just as much about herself.
It’s amazing the stuff that you can learn about someone if you skip the ordinary things and ask the right questions; as of now, I know that she loves to read and her favorite book is ‘Persuasion’ by Jane Austen, that her favorite holiday is Christmas and her favorite color is yellow. I also know that she doesn’t really have a preferred ice-cream, ‘cause she likes too many flavors to list, that her go-to snack is buttery popcorn, that she bites her nails when she’s nervous and her favorite song is ‘Pure Shores’ by All Saints, while her favorite movie is ‘Serendipity’. I also know that her current pet-peeve is talking on the phone for some reason, that she’s not much of a morning person and that she has an overbearing older brother that she loves to pieces and a mother who did everything in her power to give my little doll the happiest childhood she could, raising her children on her own. She told me she never knew her father because he passed when she was only a baby, she also told me that she was thinking of getting a puppy, but couldn’t bring herself to adopt one in the end, because she’s still mourning her Trixie, the Border Collie her brother gave her for Christmas when she turned twelve that died three years ago. I also know that she swims like a fish and learned when she was only two and, most importantly, I know that she’s someone who is gonna be in my life for a long, long time, someone I could never let go of.
I look down at her small, delicate hand held in my much bigger one as we walk further down the beach, leaving the last of the cabanas behind.
There’s no one else around and the only sounds are those of our breathing, the waters of the Gulf crashing onto the shoreline and the faint strains of the Caribbean music the orchestra is still playing at the party.
Ellie squeezes my fingers in hers and turns away from the ocean and back to me with a small smile on her full lips.
“You got so quiet just know, Damon… what are you thinking about?”
I stop walking, pulling her to my chest. “You…”
She rolls her eyes. “Seriously, no need to reel me in with pretty come-ons, city boy, I’m caught.”
I laugh, kissing her nose as I wrap my arms around her waist. “That’s good to know, baby, but I was serious. I was really thinking about you, us… this night. I’ve never done something like this.”
Ellie blushes a delightful shade of pink. “Me neither.”
She looks down and to the side, something passing over her beautiful face.
“What?” I ask as we gently sway to the rhythm of the waves and the dim music.
She shrugs and sighs. “Are we being crazy here?”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
She glares at me. “Not exactly the answer I was looking for.”
I cradle her to me even closer and smile when her silky hair tickles my nose.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, baby. This is good crazy.”
She shakes her head, scrunching up her nose, her lips twitching in a small grin.
“I didn’t know there was such a thing as ‘good crazy�
��, you know, crazy is generally bad for you…”
I chuckle. “This crazy is the exception.”
She beams up at me and my heart does this funny thing I’ve never felt before.
“You really think so?”
“I do. In fact, I’m sure it’s true, little doll, trust me on this.”
“I do, trust you...”
I cup her jaw, tilting her face upward for my kiss and then erase the rest of the distance between us, immediately feeling my aching cock jolt in my pants.
The motherfucker hasn’t gone down a second since I first spotted her.
I love the taste of her lips just as much as I love the way she kisses me back, like she’s desperately searching for something only I can give her, like she wants me more than anything and we belong together, right here, right now. It makes me so damn hard, I can feel my heart throb in my dick.
She feels so fucking perfect in my arms I wanna weep, so tiny, so feminine and soft, all her full curves sheltering me.
I grip her flaring hips, probably leaving bruises on her skin, as I pull her up into me until her feet are no longer touching the sand and she gasps into my mouth, making me even more crazy for her and I’m not sure I can wait to fuck her the time it would take to get us back to my penthouse.
My aroused cock is suggesting I just take her here and my brain is too far gone to do anything more than go along with it as I walk us backward, away from the shore and lower us to the sand, still warm from the now long gone sunlight.
Once again she doesn’t stop me, only clinging to me and throwing her arms around my neck as her tongue battles with mine in my mouth and then in hers, back and forth.
One of my hands leaves her waist and slides between our bodies, only stopping when I feel the firm weight of one of her large breasts.
My fingers clasp her soft flesh and I groan at the sensation, feeling pre-cum start to once more bead at my crown.
Ellie hisses and moans my name, breaking the kiss as we rock and rub against each other under the dark canopy of the starred inky black sky; my dick screaming at me with every throb to just push her dress upward, shove her panties to the side and fuck its length into her willing hot cunt.
