by Vivien Vale
“You’re like the person in the horror films who leaves the room and says they’ll be right back…. only they never come back.”
Jenna slaps her knee and roars with laughter at her own little joke.
I roll my eyes. “I thought you said you were going to be supportive?”
“Sweetheart,” Jenna plants a soothing hand on my shoulder, “believe me. No one on this whole green earth is more supportive of you than me.”
She places her other hand over her heart to honor her servitude to my cause.
“Thanks.” I chuckle and pick up the slutty black dress. “Maybe this little number isn’t so bad after all.”
“I told you. You should always listen to me.” She gives me a naughty little wink.
“Do you want to see a picture of him?” I sit up straight and pull my iPhone from the back of my jeans pocket.
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Jenna laughs as if I’m stating the remarkably obvious.
I pull up his face on the screen, and Jenna immediately whistles.
“Holy shit, Rose.”
“I know, right?” I grin proudly.
“He’s saucy,” Jenna marvels.
“Delicious,” I add.
Jenna takes a step back and glances at me as if she’s sizing me up. “So…you haven’t actually had a taste of him yet?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “We’re going to take it slow and get to know each other first. Then we’ll see where things lead.”
I swallow hard just at the thought of where this could lead. I mean, yeah, my biological clock is ticking, and this guy has everything I asked for…but right now, I’m thinking about the fun we could have working to achieve our ‘business’ goal.
“You know I’ll be rooting for you,” Jenna reminds me.
“How could I forget my biggest cheerleader?” I say and look at Jenna, who has a twinkle in her eye.
“You know what?” Jenna sits down beside me. “On second thought, just go for it. Seduce the guy. He’s fucking gorgeous, a once in a lifetime fuck. Who cares where it goes? Get you some of that, girl.”
I belt out a huge laugh. “Jenna!”
I get embarrassed when she talks that way, although I have no idea why.
In the end, I opt for the sexy little black dress, much to Jenna’s delight. She waves me off, nearly pushing me out the door to greet Daniel in his already waiting car.
As soon as I walk the few steps down the block, Daniel climbs out of the car with a wildly handsome and eager grin on his face.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
He smiles and kisses my hand. Then, to my befuddlement, he glances up as if he’s distracted by something.
I turn around to determine what the hell he’s staring at, and jump as I notice Jenna standing there.
Jesus, Jenna.
She clears her throat and waves, grinning mischievously.
“Hi,” she says, and bounces on her heels. “I just wanted to meet Rose’s new friend.”
I force a laugh, and give her a look.
I’m not irritated, it’s just the way Jenna is. Like I said, she’s not afraid of anything, or anyone. But still.
“Daniel, this is Jenna, my cousin.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jenna,” Daniel replies, extending a hand to her.
Meanwhile, Jenna is floating through the clouds or something because she looks like a giddy school girl who’s finally getting to meet her celebrity crush.
“So, Daniel,” she flirts, “do you have like a brother or a cousin you could set me up with?” She licks her lips, and twirls her brown hair around her index finger.
Daniel laughs politely, obviously taken off guard. That’s where I swoop in to save him.
“Jenna!” I exclaim in a reprimanding tone.
“What?” Jenna smirks.
“Um…hello?” I laugh. “You’re married, in case you’ve forgotten?”
“A girl can look, can’t she?” Jenna giggles friskily.
Rolling my eyes, I climb into the car after Daniel opens the passenger door for me.
“Whatever! Just go back into the house before you get yourself—or me—in trouble.”
I give her a sly grin, and she waves goodbye to us, bouncing happily back up the steps.
“That girl is too much,” I shake my head apologetically.
“I think it’s entertaining,” Daniel confesses, grinning.
“Really?” I look at him with surprise.
“Sure.” He shrugs as we ride off together. “I have a big family, too.”
“So, you know what the torture’s like.” I laugh.
Of course, I’m only kidding. I love my family, and couldn’t imagine life without all those crazy-ass people.
Daniel drives us to an out-of-town resort. Frankly, I can’t wait to get out and explore because I’m one to never pass up an opportunity for a decadent night out. I’m not a freeloader by any means, but I’m totally looking forward to the evening.
Turning to grin at Daniel, I decide to have some fun with him.
“Do you always behave this gallantly when you entertain your female friends?” I implore.
“Female friends?” He chuckles and gives me a side-glance.
“Come on,” I demand. “Appease me a little. Make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.”
“Okay, Rihanna,” he laughs, and I playfully slap his arm.
“Alright,” he says with a wink. “Let me just say it then. You’re crazy fucking gorgeous, and maybe, just maybe, I went a little overboard for tonight’s occasion.”
“Hey, you don’t hear me complaining,” I giggle in response.
We approach a cabana that appears to be directly on the shore.
“Wow,” I marvel at the surroundings, taking it all in. “This is incredible.”
Daniel looks pleased as he explains why this is his first choice for bringing me to dinner on date night.
“I have a confession to make, too.” He winces and stops short.
“Oh god, what is it?”
“I googled you, too.”
“Well, of course you did,” I state. “Any normal person would. I mean, you realize what kind of crazy situation we’re in.”
“Yeah. Anyway,” he says with a laugh, interlocking his elbow with mine. “I find you extremely attractive, and I wanted to impress the hell out of you. Judging what I saw on social media, I can tell you like the beach and the shore.”
“Ding, ding, ding…we have a winner!” I proclaim with a giggle, my finger pointing to the sky. “If your aim is to impress me, you’re off to an exceptional start, mister.”
“Why, thank you.”
He blushes, coming off…humble? That’s a trait I’m not used to seeing on a man. I mean, I certainly didn’t expect that from Daniel.
He’s totally cocky, the way he strides around acting like he owns everything…
Wait a minute…he does own everything! So yeah, the humility’s an interesting development. I should be careful not to judge him before I actually get to know him.
“All kidding aside, I have to say I’m touched by your thoughtfulness,” I confess.
And I genuinely mean it.
We get to the cabana on the beach side, where we can glance out at spectacular, million-dollar views of the Atlantic Ocean in all her pristine glory.
It’s a gorgeous night with a refreshing breeze that tickles the hair on my neck.
The cabana has white curtains on the side that billow and dance in the wind.
Okay, I admit it. This setting is crazy sexy―and romantic as hell.
“Not one detail has been forgotten here,” I remark and point around to everything I see.
“We’re also going to get to enjoy a magnificent sunset.”
“That makes the whole night right there,” I reply.
“What about me? Don’t I make your night?” He feigns offense.
I give him a naughty wink. “So far, so good. We’
ll just have to wait and see how good you can make it.”
We order lobster, oysters, and every other kind of seafood aphrodisiac you could ever imagine on the planet.
I eat to my heart’s content, then lean back in the lounge seat, feeling positively stuffed. I take a sip of my chardonnay and bask at the radiant splattering of purples, oranges, and pinks that paint the sky with the surrounding sunset on the horizon.
“It’s such a beautiful canvas…” I trail off dreamily.
“The sky?” Daniel asks with a smile.
“Yes,” I say, and point a finger at him. “You…you are so on my level, little boy.”
“Little boy? We’ll see about that.” A belly laugh escapes his lips. “You’re getting a little tipsy, aren’t you?”
I shrug. “Unwinding after a long and stressful week never hurt anyone.”
What? Like I’m going to admit that I have three drinks on a regular night? Bitch, please!
“You better watch yourself, or somebody might want to take advantage of you.”
I lean over, purposefully allowing some bare thigh to show as my dress slides up.
“Let me guess—that somebody’s you?” I purse my lips. “Come and get it.”
“Well, if you’re offering…”
He laughs. I can tell he’s still trying to be a gentleman, but that he’s also sorely tempted.
And I’m feeling rowdy all of a sudden. I’ll just blame it on the wine. It’s the wine’s fault.
I’m almost embarrassed to even admit this…but it’s been a…well, a really fucking long time since I’ve been intimate with anyone. I’m hot all the time, and just talking to him with this flirty, sexy banter is making me tingle between my legs.
I giggle again and loosen up, throwing my inhibitions out to the sea in front of me. It’s been too long since Naughty Rose came out to play. I mean, if we’re going to do this whole baby bargain thing, I definitely need to know from the start if we’re sexually compatible.
Otherwise, this is all a fucking waste of time, right?
Right.
“I have something special in mind for dessert,” Daniel says in a whisper.
“Oh, yeah?” I raise an eyebrow as my pulse quickens, and my breathing becomes heavier. I know good and well that he’s not talking about a tiramisu here.
My pulse pounds in my ears as he leans in, gently closing his eyes. Then, his mouth meets mine, and I let out a sexy little “mmm” sound.
This taunting gives him a boost of confidence, and he places his hand on the back of my head, and runs his hands through my hair.
I moan out again, quieter this time, but just enough for it to reach his ears. Then, I open my eyes and realize we’re still in public. Dammit. I have limitations, you know.
I pull away, even though the air around us is magnetic and heating up with the intensity of the chemistry swirling around our bodies.
“What is it?” he murmurs and tries to kiss my neck.
“Not here,” I whisper and gently push him away. “People might see us.”
“Isn’t that part of the thrill?” He breathes onto my cheek.
“Maybe not this early…” I laugh.
Daniel sits up with a sigh and pulls the curtains closed to the cabana.
“There, is that better?” he teases.
“Um…not really.” I burst into laughter.
Daniel looks at the curtain and realizes it’s see-through fabric mesh, and we’re still fully exposed to the world.
“Oh, well,” Daniel shrugs and gets that devilish, lust-filled glaze over his handsome features all over again. “Let them see.”
Daniel
She’s nervous.
It’s almost cute, watching those cinnamon roll eyes of hers dart to the beach behind me, looking for some imagined voyeur who’s going to see all the dirty things we’re about to do to each other.
All the dirty things I’m about to make her do.
“Don’t look so anxious,” I tell her soothingly. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I’ve got a soothing voice: deep and dark and rich.
I stand and take the arms off her dinner chair. I’m able to pick her up, chair and all, and turn her toward me with ease.
“I’ve never been watched before,” she says.
Rose’s smile is saucy, but I can see that flicker of fear in her eyes. It makes me hard, pushing her. I want to take Rose to the edge of her limits and then push her beyond them.
She’s so strong, so beautiful, and so fucking pure that to see her break would be ecstasy…
But to see her resist, rise above her fears, and take what she wants from the man who wants her?
Even better.
I’ve known fear in my life. Christ, some of the shit those cock-crazed women on those fan sites say about me is enough to make any man’s balls recede. Women on the internet write some weird-ass shit.
I’ve read the fuck-me schemes, where those women plan to somehow seduce me, poke a hole in the condom, and get themselves pregnant off my seed.
I’ve read the weird-ass plans to dive through my trash, locate my spent condoms, and make a baby with my discarded loads. If I was dumb enough to fall for that shit, it might have even worked.
I know my body, and I know my cock.
I’m prime breeding material.
It’s no wonder that women are falling over themselves in their obsession with my billion-dollar cum shots.
But I don’t want to live in fear tonight.
Not in fear of where my cum might fall on Rose’s delicious, perfect cunt. Not of who might see us, or what they might see us do.
No, I’m not afraid of being watched.
Rose shouldn’t be, either.
I take her cheek in the palm of my hand, and she leans into it. I watch the way the sunset makes her glow—the golden tinge to her skin, and the reflections in her eyes, all pink and purple in her cinnamon irises.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I say, because she is.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, in fact. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another beauty quite of her caliber ever again.
“You should be used to being watched by now, Rose.”
“I am…to an extent,” she giggles. It’s a nervous giggle. Still too fucking cute to handle. “But men staring at me on the street, fully clothed, are different from…”
“From what?” I ask, trailing my fingertips down her neck.
“From a stranger watching me…with you.”
A blush rises on Rose's breasts like it’s blooming straight from her heart. Seeing her tits like that—all pushed up and heaving beneath the plunging neckline of her dress—it does things to my cock. Things that make me never want to look at another woman ever again.
Things that make me want to look at Rose for eternities.
“It doesn’t get you off at all?” I ask. My fingertips are at her shoulders now, teasing the straps of the tight little dress she came to me in. “The thought that anyone could see you orgasming around my fingers, against my mouth?”
The blush blossoms all the way up her neck now. I can feel her skin grow hot beneath my fingers. I watch it turn as pink as her namesake.
“I’ve…fantasized about it before,” Rose admits to me.
Christ. One little confession from those pretty lips, and she’s got me so hard.
My cock is fucking aching.
“Tell me more,” I say.
I have to know more.
Rose’s eyes dart to and fro again, searching for that imaginary onlooker. They don’t find anyone, and they won’t—but I need her focused now.
I take her chin between my finger and thumb and turn her face up to me.
“Tell me your fantasy, Rose,” I say, running my thumb over her lower lip now. “And I’ll make it come true.”
She inhales, leaning into my touch again. She might play shy, but it’s not who she really is. I know that beneath all these blushing petals, there’s somethin
g raw and wild at her core that’s just begging to be plucked.
“I’ve imagined…being fingered,” she admits. “At the movie theater, or on a train. On the subway, maybe—except that would be fucking insane, because the subway is nasty.”
I chuckle. She’s not wrong.
“Fingered by who, Rose?”
“A man,” she gasps.
She gasps again when I take one of the straps of her dress and pull it down off her shoulder, leaving it slumped against the taut bicep of her arm. “A man who wants me…”
“A man who wants you so badly, he can’t wait to take you home,” I growl, pulling down the other strap. Roses’ tits are barely covered by the tight black fabric now. With one more tug, they’ll spill out into the open…free for me to claim and kiss and make mine. “A man who’s bold enough and man enough that he won’t fucking wait.”
“And you want me that bad?” she whispers, staring up at me.
“You have no idea.”
Her eyes close. She gasps again when I grab the front of her top and yank it downward. Just as I predicted, her tits spill forward. She has the prettiest fucking nipples—already hard for me, just begging to be pleased.
My mouth falls to one of them like I’m some kind of starving beast. For her, maybe I am.
I’m starved for Rose, and a man can only control himself so much.
She moans when I take her nipple between my lips, and when I take it between my teeth, she cries out.
For a moment, the beast abates. I look up at her, ensuring that I haven’t hurt her.
But her eyes are closed in blissful pleasure, and even as I pause, her back arches.
She’s shoving her breasts against me in my hesitation, whimpering, begging, and trying to force me to give her more.
She doesn’t have to want twice.
My tongue roams across the hard, swollen peak of her nipple as I take her into my arms. I pull Rose against me, breathing in the scent of her perfume with every breath. The closer she is to me, the easier it is to smell past that perfume.
It’s beautiful, but it’s not half as good as the smell of her bare, flushed skin.
“Daniel,” she moans.
I release one nipple, only to fall upon the other. I wouldn’t want to neglect something so fucking beautiful and so damn tasty.
“Daniel,” she whimpers.
