“This is such a beautiful place and it truly is paradise on earth.” I reach out to caress his cheek. He grabs my hand, brings it to his lips and kisses it tenderly.
“I’m happy you’re here with me, Sofia.” He surprises me with his admission.
“I’m a lucky girl to be able to enjoy this moment in time with you,” I reply, as he comes closer to kiss me.
“Let’s get home before it gets too dark to drive. We can finish what we started in the hot tub in the backyard.”
What an amazing night.
Sitting in a hot tub under a Caribbean sky where millions of little stars shine bright is almost as magical as watching the sunset an hour ago. He lights a number of torches to add to the mood and the gentle ocean breeze only intensifies the sultry ambience.
We’re interlaced into a hot, passionate embrace for a very long time until Bryce’s erection becomes too big to ignore.
“Why waste an erection? Let’s get out of this hot tub and grab a quick outdoor shower,” he suggests with a devilish smile on his face. Something tells me his grin is a prelude of things to come.
The shower is as well designed as the rest of his tropical home. The raindrop showerhead is massive and dispenses enough water to cover both of us.
“I have to admit that I’ve never sat in an outdoor hot tub before, nor have I ever taken a shower outside.”
“I can help you break another first,” he whispers, as he embraces me from the back and wraps his arms around my breasts. “I can fuck you right here and make you come. I know for a fact that you’ve already had sex outdoors in the back of a car, but have you ever had sex outdoors on a tropical island before?”
I roll my eyes and I can’t resist smiling at the imagery of him kneeling in the back of a car pleasuring me in the middle of Paris while his chauffeur stands guard near the Benz.
“You’re right there. I haven’t tried sex outdoors in the Caribbean yet,” I reply with a cocky expression.
“Well, let’s make sure you can cross that one off of your bucket list,” he replies with a huge grin.
Without waiting for my answer, he turns me around, grabs me in his arms, forcing me to straddle him. He kisses my neck with a voracious appetite and without warning he starts to walk towards his home.
“What’s going on? I thought you were going to fuck me outdoors? Aren’t you strong enough to hold me?” I ask defiantly.
“Oh, I’m strong enough. Trust me, I haven’t changed my mind, but I need you to grab a condom from my pants. I dropped them on the couch in the living room as we were rushing to jump into the hot tub.”
“I thought we were past condoms.”
“We are, but your juicy pussy makes me come too fast. If I wrap my cock, I can last longer and make you come harder.”
“Point noted. Let’s go find a darn condom.”
He has to angle me in order for me to grab his pants and fish for the condom. All the while he’s keeping me balanced, still holding me in his arms, my legs straddling his body.
“Rip it open with your teeth and see if you can slip it on while I still hold you in my arms.”
“I don’t think my arms are long enough,” I lament as I attempt to reach his massive cock. “I don’t think your cock is long enough.”
“Very funny. Keep trying, Sofia.”
Getting the condom on while maneuvering with my hands behind my back desperately trying to reach his cock turns out to be a lot more challenging than I thought. In my determination, I jerk my body too quickly and cause Bryce to lose his balance and we both end up on the couch laughing our heads off.
“I’m crushed. My skills as a contortionist suck so badly. There goes my career with Cirque Du Soleil,” I say while still laughing.
“Why would you ever consider a career as a contortionist when you’re such a master at sucking my cock?” he replies, pushing my head towards his erect penis.
I gently kiss his cock from the base to his tip where I poke my tongue inside his hole to intensify his pleasure. He moans as he presses my head down even harder. I love sucking out the sweet juices of his pre-cum and I know it turns him on almost as much as it turns me on.
“Stop teasing me, Sofia. Just take my cock inside your warm mouth and suck me hard,” he nearly begs.
I give him a coy smile before opening my mouth and taking him all in. I force the tip of his cock to touch the back of my throat with each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re good,” he moans, as he puts even more pressure on the back of my head while pulling at my hair.
I devour his cock as if I haven’t eaten for a week. I bring him nearly to the point of climax, but as I grab his balls to make him to come inside my mouth, he pulls my hair and drags my head back.
“I don’t want to come inside your mouth, baby. I want to come inside you after I’m done eating you. I want to put my tongue so deep inside your pussy.”
“Ohhhhh,” I let out with anticipation.
“Sit on the couch and spread them wide,” he commands.
He lies down on the floor at my feet and gets up on one shoulder. He brings his head near my wetness and pushes his tongue inside my aching pussy.
“Do you want me to make you come hard or soft today?”
I’m way too consumed with burning desire and can’t think straight enough to make a decision. I blurt out, “How do you want to make me come?”
“I want it rough and dirty, baby. Soft is for eighteen-year-old girls. Not for women with beautiful, sexy and curvaceous bodies like yours.”
“Rough it is then.”
“Oh, and is it okay if I have some dessert at the same time?”
I’m confused by his question. He’s already up and walking towards the kitchen before I can ask for any further explanation. He rummages through his fridge before coming back a few minutes later with a bowl of whipped cream in one hand and a banana in the other.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you I’m in the mood for some dessert and I think a cream pie will do the trick nicely. Now sit back, relax and let me do the work,” he orders.
He gets back down on his knees and drops the banana on the couch near me to free up his other hand. He grabs a handful of the whipped cream and spreads it all over my breasts. He leans in and licks off all the whipped cream until he’s able to bite each of my nipples. He grabs another handful and drops the sweet creamy cloud inside my mouth. The coldness of the whipped cream followed by the warmth of his mouth is more than I can bear as he crushes my lips with his, forcing the cold milky cream down my throat.
“Arghhh. That feels so good,” I moan.
“You like it, don’t you?”
He grabs another larger handful of whipped cream and dumps it all over my pussy before leaning in to lick it off. He alternates between eating the cream off my pussy and massaging my clit with his finger. This new, kinky experience nearly brings me to the point of climaxing when he says, “Don’t come too fast. I still have the banana.”
“Banana? Where are you going to put that banana?”
“Where do you think?”
I’m too turned on and too confused to object.
He slowly peels off a banana and dips it in the whipped cream before using the fruit as I would one of my favorite sex toys. He teases my pussy and then forces the banana inside me before gliding it back and forth over my throbbing node. He adds more pressure against the banana while gliding it faster against my erected clit until my body can no longer take such intense pleasure. My intense climax forces me to propel my hips upwards and meet Bryce’s hand. The contact is so immediate and so strong that it smashes the banana. The combination of my juices, the whipped cream and the banana sitting on top of my body does in fact look like a naughty cream pie.
We both look down in amazement at my stomach before we raise our eyes and lock gazes. When I lock eyes with him and I notice his lustful expression, I know he’s not quite done with me. I don’t know what he has planned next for me, but so
mething tells me he’ll cause me to nearly lose all of my senses.
“Open wide to eat your dessert, baby,” he announces, as he forces the fruit mixture inside my mouth. “Eat it.” He pushes his homemade cream pie deeper and deeper into my mouth. I swallow hard and I can taste my own juices mixed with the whipped cream and the banana.
I’m sitting on the couch completely satisfied and exhausted with this whipped cream mixture dripping all over my body.
“Look at you, you’re so dirty. You’re just a dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you,” he says, as he traces my body with his finger. “You need a shower,” he suggests, as he lifts me from the couch and back into his arms.
“I do need a shower. Are you still going to fuck me in the shower?” I ask with feigned innocence.
“I’m for sure going to fuck you outside to punish you for making such a mess all over the place.”
The warm breeze caresses my naked skin as he marches toward the outdoor shower with my body wrapped around his. Each time I’m with Bryce he forces me to move past my sexual boundaries in ways I never thought possible.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he says, as he moves us closer to the shower wall before wrapping his hand around my neck, forcing the back of my head to touch the wall. The pressure of his grip tightens with each thrust as he pounds me. The feeling of being nearly shocked as he slides his penis in and out of me is surreal and the intensity of the moment nearly makes me yell, but he places his hands over my mouth.
“Shhhh, baby, we don’t want the neighbors to know I fuck you at night in my backyard.”
He keeps his promise and fucks me so hard that I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to recover. Since I’m in an awkward position and there’s nothing I can do to force him to come faster, I have to submit myself to his carnal hunger.
Once he lets go of my throat, I yank myself closer to him and whisper in his ear, “I bet you’re too tired to make me come twice in such a short period of time.”
He takes my dare as a personal offense as he intensifies each one of his thrusts. He works the swinging motion of his hips with force until I feel him digging his hands into my ass as he climaxes. To my surprise, I also come a second time as he tightens his grip.
“Aaaah, you made me come twice,” I gasp, my heart still pounding violently inside my chest.
“Oh, God, your pussy is so good,” he moans with near exhaustion.
“Seriously, I can’t believe you made me come twice. I didn’t expect it at all,” I say, genuinely impressed by his sexual abilities.
“For the record, don’t challenge me or else you’ll get it. Had you defied me to make you come four times, I would have, Sofia.” His serious face makes it clear that he could have made me come all night long.
Chapter 6
The three days in Bermuda with Bryce were like a dream. The only problem is that he pays me when we get back to New York. I say problem because I’m confused as to where I stand with him. On one hand he gets so upset at the thought of Todd booking me with other clients, but at the same time he keeps booking me and paying for my services. I’m sure he knows I really need this money, but it’s a bit of a contradiction given that he’s confessed to having fallen for me.
Relax. Stop making things complicated for yourself and just go with the flow.
I’m sure I’m overthinking this, but I like being with Bryce and as stupid as it may sound I hope there’s more to us than this arrangement.
“Are you lost in your thoughts again?” he asks.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I confess.
“What’s wrong, Sofia? Didn’t you enjoy our weekend together?”
“I did, Bryce. It was a perfect getaway.”
“Good. I’m happy to hear you enjoyed yourself. When we get back to my hotel, I’ll pay you before heading back to the airport later today,” he casually announces.
“What? You’re coming back to the airport later tonight?”
“I didn’t want to ruin our weekend together, but yesterday my assistant emailed me to let me know we have a new crisis on our hands. Apparently, a reporter had published another sordid tale about Derek’s hidden sex life. It seems another one of his boy toys is talking to the press. I have to fly back to Silicon Valley to assess the damage to my company’s reputation. No one knows what’s true and what’s not yet, but by the time I fly back we should have a strategy to gag this new lover.”
“This story is so unpredictable.”
“If someone had told me ten years ago that I’d be dealing with this, I would have lost good money betting against it. I’ve known Derek for years. He comes from a fortunate family. He used to be a highly ranked officer in the army before going back to school to get a couple MBA degrees. He’s always been the kind of guy you can count on. I’ve seen how women react around him and we’ve had our share of conversations where he’d proudly boast of his conquests. It never entered my mind for one second that some of these conquests were young men.”
Bryce looks so troubled and there isn’t much I can do to help him.
“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t have anything against gays. I mean everyone is entitled to live out his or her sexual preferences, but Derek gay? It doesn’t make sense to me because he’s been so good at hiding his true identity from me—from everybody. I thought we were friends. I never expected this level of deception.”
“I know this might sound weird, but maybe that’s what my last client was trying to explain to me. He was in the closet his entire life because he didn’t understand that his feelings towards men weren’t perverted, he was sexually attracted to men, like some straight guys only sleep with blondes or skinny models.”
“I guess. I don’t understand why Derek had to ruin his poor wife’s life by remaining in the closet for so long.”
“Bryce, it’s a different generation. Let’s be honest, being gay is still not very popular in many parts of America.”
He shakes his head to express how confused he is about this entire mess.
“How long will you be gone for?” I ask, worried about his answer.
“I plan to only be away one week this time. I have a good team in place and we’ve made a corporate decision that we need to move forward with the New York office. I won’t be gone too long this time.”
“There might be unpredictable events preventing you from leaving Silicon Valley,” I suggest hesitantly. “Who knows what more you’ll discover about Derek’s secret life.”
“You’re worrying for no good reason. You won’t even have time to miss me. I’ll be back here in no time, setting up my offices and settling down in a new home so I can get out of this hotel I’ve been living in for the past eight months.”
I attempt to smile, but I’m not buying it. I think Derek’s story is more explosive than Bryce is willing to admit and I’m sure he’ll be gone for much longer than one week.
“I don’t want to be away from you for too long, Sofia. I’ll be back very soon. Trust me.”
He kisses me, hands me another bulging black pouch and informs me that a car is waiting to drive me home while he gets ready to fly out west.
“This should hold you until I get back and you shouldn’t feel the need to accept any of the new clients Todd might send your way.”
* * *
We speak and text every day while Bryce is out west and I’m counting the days until his return with excitement. On the day of his return, I get up early to prepare a sexy reunion at my place.
My cooking skills aren’t nearly as polished as Ciara’s, but she has a hard time saying no to my requests, so I enlist her to help me cook a superb meal for Bryce’s return. Of course, I haven’t told her who Bryce really is—I simply allude to the fact that I’m seeing a pretty incredible guy.
We spend most of the morning preparing Mozambique’s signature dish, which is also a staple in Portugal and Brazil. Locals created the spicy dish after Portuguese colonists brought chile peppers to the small African country. Ciara masters th
e piri-piri chicken recipe so well and although I’ve attempted to make her recipe numerous times, it always turns out to be a pale imitation of her creation.
We have a lot of fun that Saturday and I feel our connection is strong enough for me to come clean about how I’m earning a living and my complicated relationship with Bryce, but in the end, my courage fails me and I remain tight-lipped about my reality.
Ciara has to leave in the early afternoon to get ready for a date with a new guy she has met. This gives me the time I need to finish last-minute preparations before Bryce shows up at my door.
At about two o’clock my phone rings and I immediately pick it up. It’s Bryce.
“Hey, you. I can’t wait to see you again.”
“I have to cancel my return to New York for later tonight. We’re dealing with another big scandal. The news broke thirty minutes ago and everyone here has been frantically trying to contain this latest situation,” Bryce says in a cold and detached voice.
“What? You’re not coming back tonight? What happened now? Does it concern Derek?”
“Who else would it concern? Who else has a sordid past filled with sexual indiscretions with younger men?” Bryce roars at me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, genuinely hurt by his explosive reaction.
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, Sofia. I didn’t mean to lose my temper, but this latest one is a monster and we’re not sure if we’ll be able to recover.”
“How bad is it?”
“It’s brutal. It’s not even something I would have believed possible until a member of my team handed me a file to brief me so I wasn’t completely blindsided by this latest blow.”
My heart pounds inside my chest because Bryce sounds so concerned and worried.
“For Christ’s sake, the idiot wasn’t only fucking men at the same time he was married to his wife, but as if that wasn’t enough for him, it also seems he had a thing for underage boys. “My team just informed of the latest chapter in this sordid story and I’m trying my best not to put a hole in the wall. A young man by the name of Cody Wheeler claims he’s been having a flaming affair with Derek since he was fourteen and he’s now just turned seventeen!”
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