by Kim Karr
The way he’d lowered me onto the sand and took me with a need that sent my senses soaring. To me Jaxson was an angel who fucked like the devil.
I looked around.
Where was he, anyway?
The door was open to the bathroom, and when I stepped closer, I could hear the water running. I licked my lips. I had yet to be the aggressor in this relationship, but that was about to change.
Glancing back at our haphazard clothes, I couldn’t believe I wanted him again. I swung my gaze back in his direction, and that was when it landed on the clock. It was almost eight.
Almost eight!
Crap.
So much for the idea of a quiet seduction. There was no time for that. I was going to be late! And if I didn’t hurry I’d miss the plane.
Was he not planning on taking me to work today? Did he not need my help? And if not, why? What had I done? I thought he said I was doing well.
I ran into the bathroom a hundred miles an hour and ducked into the commode room. “Jaxson, why didn’t you wake me? I’m going to be late.” I sounded as panicked as I felt.
His voice echoed from the huge shower. “Relax, Thief. The shoot in Tobago had to be postponed until tomorrow. The plane is still having issues. I thought I’d let you sleep in and then we’d do some shopping and sightseeing.”
“Oh,” I said in relief. “That sounds fun.”
I could hear his chuckle.
He found me amusing, did he?
I’d give him something he wouldn’t laugh about.
Slowly, I stepped out of the commode room and stared through the glass at Jaxson. My plan temporarily derailed. Water streamed down his back and rolled down his hard body. His chocolate-brown hair was wet, and with the weight of the water, it hung longer than it usually did.
I licked my lips.
The seduction was on.
The multiple showerheads were spraying down on him. His eyes were closed as he started washing himself, his hands drifting lower and lower.
My heart started beating wildly. I planned to take over that job. I was his assistant, after all, and if his cock needed help, I couldn’t turn away.
Silently, I stepped inside the sleek marble space. The spray from some of the six water jets hit my face but I didn’t even tremble. My body was already humming with lust-filled adrenaline.
His hands circled his cock and I let out a sigh of desire I couldn’t help from expelling, and in doing so, I gave myself away.
Jaxson’s eyes snapped open and his cock went from the semi-erect state it had been in to fully erect in a matter of moments. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” I didn’t waste any time sliding my hand over his erection. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
He grinned at me. “No, you didn’t.”
I raised a brow. “Darn, I was hoping to assist.”
His eyes glowed with desire even though he raised his palms in a surrender-like motion. “I think I’ll give you lead on this one,” he said in a gruff voice.
My breath stuttered across my lips as I stepped closer to him and then got on my toes. I kissed his mouth, sliding my tongue in to taste him. I loved the way he swallowed my breath when the kiss got heated.
I pulled away from him moments later and pushed him back against the shower wall.
Dropping to my knees, I glanced up at him, and his dark gaze locked on mine. Heat and desire. Hot. Torrid.
Staring up at him, I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. Drops of water hit my tongue, and I swallowed them as I took him deeper.
A tortured groan rose above the sound of the rushing water, and my entire body became a taut bundle of nerves.
Applying light suction, I took him deeper than I ever had. He hit the back of my throat and I swallowed. The responding hiss from his lips edged me on. I pulled him out and then sucked deeply again.
His chest worked up and down, his breaths coming in ragged bursts. “Fuck,” he groaned.
Untangling his hands from my hair, he slid them down to my arms and lifted me up to him. His mouth crashed to mine in a heated clash and his lips consumed me.
Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me, pinned me to the wall, and had his cock inside me.
“Oh, God,” I screamed out.
I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my ankles together in response. I had no idea how he managed but his thrusts were swift and deep and set a flurry of butterflies free in my belly.
His hands roamed my ass, his mouth consumed mine, and our bodies were one. Something this volatile, this consuming, should have concerned me but I would have had to been able to think, and the only thing I could do was feel.
We came together. Me screaming. Him swearing. And both spent.
Setting me on my feet, he looked down at me. “Maybe we should start every day like this?”
I found it hard to argue.
SADIE
HE WASN’T RICHARD GERE AND I wasn’t the hooker he was going to give his platinum card to; Jaxson had made that clear before we left.
Considering I had less than twenty dollars to my name, and after paying Abigail back he had less than five hundred to his, we were going bargain hunting.
Still, it sounded like fun.
After a bumpy forty-five minute ride down a two-lane road, we arrived on the top of a hill above English Harbor.
Among the thousand shades of green that surrounded us, the water down below stood out in a sparkling emerald color. Immediately, I could see Jaxson’s eyes light up.
Something had inspired him.
Shirley Heights was an island tradition for tourists, and I was excited to be able to experience it. The cool mountain air was a welcome change, and we elbowed our way through the crowd.
“Look over there,” Jaxson pointed.
It was a food stall selling spicy chicken and cold Wadadli beer. “Are you hungry?” I asked.
“After the morning we had, I’m starving.” He took my hand and we headed across the street.
Carrying our paper plates and plastic cups, we strolled through the throng of people looking for an empty picnic table. A young couple was making out at one, an older couple argued about something at another, and a bunch of kids screeched at one off in the distance.
Wolfing down our lunch while we walked, we took in the culture. After tossing our paper goods away, we milled in the street, stopping at vendors selling their wares.
Right away I spotted a woman selling handmade dresses. The sign read, “2 for 1,” and I knew it was for me.
I’d gone more than a week wearing three dresses and no underwear. Although I hated to spend Jaxson’s money, I really wanted a pair of panties or two, a bra, and maybe a dress that wasn’t neon in color.
I’d pay him back, every cent, I promised, and I meant it. Besides, the exchange rate was crazy good. Every US dollar gave us almost three Eastern Caribbean Dollars.
I pointed across the way. “Come on, let’s stop there,” I said and grabbed Jaxson by the hand.
Obliging, he followed me.
I browsed the tables and found two dresses. One white and one black. “How much?” I asked.
The woman spoke with an Antiguan Creole accent. “Ten dollars.”
Jaxson took out his wallet and pulled out some Eastern Caribbean dollars.
“No. I like American dollars,” she said.
He shook his head and offered her the money. “This is all I have.”
He was good at this.
She took it, of course, and put my items in a plastic bag.
I bounced up on the balls on my feet to kiss him. “Thank you. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”
His gaze glittered, his eyes dark and sultry. “It isn’t going to break me, Sadie, but if you insist, I can think of a few ways I wouldn’t mind being paid back.”
My grin widened. “I already sleep naked, go pantyless and braless, and I’ve agreed to anal play. What could possibly be left?”
His hand went to m
y ass, and he caressed it. “Oh Sadie, you have so much to learn.”
“Teach me,” I whispered in his ear.
“We’ll learn together,” he said, and then tapped my behind before he took my hand and started walking.
Together.
The word caused a million butterflies to take flight in my belly.
Together.
As if it was a first for him, too.
With my hand in his as we strolled down the street, I felt like a couple. Something I’d never allowed myself the luxury of feeling.
When he leaned down to kiss me for no reason, I struggled to pull in a breath.
Together.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and what it meant.
“Why did you and your ex-fiancée breakup?” I asked. I had a burning need to know.
He looked down at me. “Because I didn’t love her enough.”
I blinked. “How does anyone know something like that?”
Jaxson averted his gaze straight ahead. “She just knew, and she wasn’t wrong. When I was with her, I was easy going.”
I pursed my lips in confusion. “In and out of the bedroom?”
Jaxson dropped my hand and pushed me up against a graffiti wall. His dark-blue gaze met mine. “Yes. And until I met you, I had no idea I would like it any other way.”
Realization dawned, and I sputtered for the right words.
He beat me to it, his hand cupping my breast and flicking my nipple in the crowded street while he spoke. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but all you need to know is what we are doing, whatever this is, makes me feel more alive than anything ever has.”
Tremors rocked my body, and I thought I might come right there. I bit my lip to control myself. “I guess I can do without the underwear for a few more weeks.”
His lips twisted into a satisfied grin. “See, you’re learning already,” he said, and then he put his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side, and started walking.
This man had become everything I never knew I wanted, and for five weeks, he would be mine.
“What about you?” he asked as we strolled down the crowded street, taking in all the activity and color.
“What about me, what?” I asked.
“What types of relationships have you had?”
Heat seeped up my neck in slight embarrassment as I said, “I’ve never had a boyfriend. Not really. I never had the time, and for the longest time I never stayed in one place.”
His pace slowed, and he pulled my chin to look at him. There was a warmth, a tenderness in his gaze that I had never seen. “Then consider me your first.”
It should have thrilled me, but it only made me sad. “My five-week boyfriend. It sounds rather poetic, don’t you think?”
That warmth disappeared instantly, and his face went blank. Like he was wearing a mask. “With the added benefit of endless sex,” he said, although there was no humor in his tone.
I nodded, feeling like we were both making a point that did nothing to bond us. In fact, it was meant to make certain we kept our distance.
We walked in silence for a while, and then we stopped for a couple more Wadadli beers, after which the mood lightened once more. Stopping at a few more vendors, I insisted on using the last of my money to buy Jaxson a hat with a wide rim that made him look like he was going on Safari and a T-shirt that read, “Antigua Runs In My Veins.” Somehow he negotiated two dresses and a matching hat for me into the transaction. I was pretty much set in the clothing department for the remainder of the trip.
Flat-roofed cinder block buildings and churches on every corner were the norm in the town. We buzzed by body shops, stands with fruits and vegetables. A few trees gave shade, but there weren’t many.
In what was the town square, Jaxson joined a boisterous crowd circling several people who were twisting and bopping to the fast tempo of steel drums.
I laughed so hard I was crying.
I couldn’t ever remember having so much fun.
The sun that was so fiercely bright had finally gone behind the clouds, and it was a welcome relief.
We were just about to turn back and head to the bus stop when Jaxson stopped and steered me down a side street.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” His tone was husky.
The building we stopped in front of was non-descript. It wasn’t a vendor or outdoor booth. It was brick and mortar.
The sign on the old battered awning read, “Latex and Lace, An Adult Toy Shop.”
A few men went in and out before we reached the door. “How did you know this was here?” I asked Jaxson.
“I didn’t,” he said. “I saw the advertisement on the corner.”
I turned back, and sure enough, the wall was painted with dancing girls and film booths.
He opened the door, and I stepped inside. Jaxson stayed close and asked, “Have you ever been in a store like this?”
I shook my head no. Sad but true. I was in my late twenties and although I’d lost my virginity at eighteen, I never really cared that much about sex. Sure, I had it. Even needed it at times. But never craved it the way I did with Jaxson. “What about you?” I asked, looking up at his messy hair and dark gaze.
“A few times, mostly to get gag gifts for friends’ weddings.”
“So never for yourself?”
“Never,” he whispered with promise in his tone.
Jaxson grabbed a basket. A basket. What the hell were we buying? I didn’t ask. I just walked down the aisle beside him. Dildos, fur-lined cuffs, and vibrators in every shape and size surrounded us. Jaxson picked up one of the vibrators. “Do you own of these?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
Well, I did. It was in the storage unit I’d given Simon the key to so he could sell everything. Great. The vibrator would be an added bonus.
“Ever use it?” Jaxson asked.
Heat coated my cheeks. “No,” I whispered.
Jaxson picked up a box that read, “Powerful Bluetooth Remote Controlled Vibrating Egg.”
My eyes popped out of my head. “What are you going to do with that?”
“Have a lot of fun.”
I drew in a breath and followed him as he turned down the next aisle full of anal beads and butt plugs. When he picked up a box that read, “Beginner, Flared Base,” I couldn’t even ask what that was for. I knew.
Beside it sat tubes of lubrication in a million different sizes and flavors. Cherry, yuk.
Thank God he picked up the normal kind and tossed it in the basket.
There was a rack of cheap crotchless panties, and Jaxson stopped and picked up a pair. “How about these?” he asked with a smirk tilting his lips. A box of edible underwear stood beside it. I considered those, but again, yuk.
Just because he thought I’d say no to the crotchless panties, I said, “Sure, I’d love a pair.”
Okay, they looked really uncomfortable, and I longed for my white cotton panties.
“Admit you like this,” he said.
I shook my head.
At the end of the aisle were booths. Jaxson set the basket down and inserted a few coins. Then he pushed me in. Inside ran a movie of naked women with huge boobs. I mean huge. It was rather obnoxious, to be honest. Jaxson didn’t look at the screen. He just stuck his hand under my dress and cupped my pussy from behind.
“Fuck, I knew you would be turned on by all of this. You’re so wet.”
I pushed into his touch. Wet and ready to come. I’d been wet and ready for hours. I was certain my arousal must have been dripping down my leg.
He slid a finger inside me. “I did this to you, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He added another, and I squirmed under his touch.
And then, just like that, the movie ended. “Come on,” he said, “time to go.”
“Wait? What?”
“They play short films to keep people moving fast,” he smirked. “Give
them just a taste.”
A taste.
I narrowed my gaze at him.
He shrugged and exited the booth.
Cocky.
Arrogant.
Full of himself.
After one last glance at the giant boobies, I followed him. He was bending to pick the basket up and peered up at me from beneath his lashes when I stepped beside him. “The anticipation is going to be so worth the wait.”
I knew he was right.
JAXSON
THE WHOLE PART-OF-THE-PLEASURE-IS-THE-PAIN THING WASN’T exactly something I was down with.
My hands shook as I tore open the packaging for the butt plug. I knew what to do with it, of course, even if I’d never actually touched one.
Still, I stared at the open box. The objective of the item was to allow her anus to tightly wrap around my cock’s entire length. I had to admit, I wanted to know what it felt like.
Even just once.
I glanced down at the bed where Sadie laid naked on her stomach, her glossy hair spilling on her shoulders. “You sure about this?” I asked.
We’d waited two days since buying it, letting it sit in the drawer of the bedside table until we had the time to spend on it.
It was only seven, and we’d finished the shoot early, had an early dinner, and come back to the villa for a drink or two before exploring the first steps of anal play.
On our way back from the restaurant, Sadie had told me about her concern that if she drank too much, she’d turn out like her father, an alcoholic.
I got it.
Understood it, even.
And her concern was valid.
I had the very same one, which was why I typically paced myself. The past year had been anything but typical though, and I knew I had been using alcohol as a way to forget.
It wasn’t healthy or a good idea.
We’d both agreed we’d stop using liquor to dull the pain, and passed on the after-dinner drinks. It didn’t mean we’d never drink. It meant we understood too much could result in something neither one of us wanted. Besides, for now, we’d found another way to dull the pain.
Each other.
Although I had to admit, ever since Sadie, I hadn’t thought about Jules at all. The pain of losing her seemed to be gone.
Sadie’s eyes smoldered with a heat I swore I could feel as she looked up at me. “I’m sure. I want us both to lose our anal virginity together,” she giggled. “If I hate it, or you do, we won’t do it again. Deal?”
