by Ophelia Bell
She walks toward me and I lift my gaze to her face, heart pounding hard enough she must hear it. When she gets close, I part my knees for her to move between and lift my hands from my thighs to rest them at her hips. She stops and places her hands on my shoulders, then curls them up behind my head, finally bringing her palms around to cup my cheeks.
“Well? What do you think?”
“I . . . Fuck, Toni. You might’ve short-circuited my brain.”
“Was the strip-tease too much for the eight-year fantasy to measure up to? Is your inner-fourteen-year-old catatonic?”
“He’s pretty much creaming his pants.”
She takes a shaky breath and smiles. “You really know how to make a woman feel desirable. Have you really fantasized about me all these years?”
“Yeah, I have. But nothing in my wildest dreams could’ve prepared me for this moment.”
I slide my hands up her sides, letting my thumbs graze the sides of her breasts, then drift inward to coast teasingly across her hard nipples. She gasps and arches into me, eyes fluttering closed. Dropping her hands back to my shoulders, she clutches me, then lets her head fall back. The motion pushes her breasts closer, so I accept the offer and take one nipple into my mouth and suck.
She lets out a delicious moan that I feel all the way in my toes, then sighs when I release her and move to her other breast. As I suck, I drop my hands to her ass and squeeze, then hook my fingers into the thin elastic band of her thong, tugging down.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur when I pull back to help her out of her panties. I kiss my way back up the side of her thigh and over her hip, then her belly, then glide my palm down over the dark curls between her legs and press my thumb to the apex of her crease. I slide it down until I find the swollen nub of her clit and use my thumb and forefinger to part her folds, revealing the pink bundle slick and shining with her juices.
I don’t even think before I slide off the edge of the bed onto the floor so I can reach her pussy with my mouth. I didn’t lie; not even in my wildest fantasies as a teen did I ever picture this precise scenario. I press my mouth to her trimmed bush and part her folds with my tongue, enjoying her sharp inhalation and the way she clutches at my head, digging her nails into my scalp. Her tangy flavor floods my tastebuds and I groan at the perfect, hot velvety slickness of her against my tongue. I take her clit between my lips and suck and she bucks into my mouth, lifting one knee to place it on the bed behind my shoulder.
“Fuck yes, let me taste you,” I murmur against her flesh, curling one arm beneath her leg to clutch at her ass while I lift the other up to cup her breast.
“Oh God. Sam! What are you . . .” she begins as I press my tongue into her crease and lick up, then stop and tease her clit with rapid little flicks.
I stare up at her from between her legs and meet her fevered gaze, barely believing my luck and how utterly, unexpectedly perfect the moment is. I’ve wanted this woman almost half my life and here she is, pussy pressed against my mouth, letting me eat her out. And she’s enjoying it ten times more than I imagined too.
She grabs my head and tilts hers back, pressing me tighter against her so I lick harder. Her pleasure seems to swell, then ebb and she exhales, still holding my head against her slickness.
She looks down with a wicked smile. “Let me see your cock, loverboy. Show me how hard you are for me.”
I groan and drop one hand to the button of my jeans, desperately tear them open, and reach inside. My dick is over-sensitized from rubbing at the inside of my shorts and it almost hurts to touch, but finally taking it out is a relief.
I let go and Toni steps back, then drops to her knees. First she kisses me, which takes me by surprise because my mouth is still coated in her juices, but I eagerly return it. Then she grips my erection in her fist and strokes.
“I want to give you so many filthy fantasies you’ll forget all the old ones you used to have. Next time you jerk off, it’ll be to memories of the real thing.”
“What about you?” I blurt on a moan. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
I almost regret asking such a loaded question, because I realize I may not like the answer. Toni’s expression softens and she leans in for a more tender kiss, her hand still wrapped around my dick.
“After this weekend, I’m pretty sure I’ll have a hard time thinking about anything but your cock and tongue. Every part of you, really.”
“Then you need to let me finish showing you what this tongue can do.” I curl an arm around her back and topple her onto the floor, then slide down her body and spread her thighs again, burying my face between them for another taste.
17
Toni
This boy is going to destroy me with his tongue, and I’ll happily let him. When he descends on my aching pussy a second time, I reach behind myself to grab at whatever’s available and just hold the fuck on.
He tongues my clit and pussy into oblivion, not even stopping when I buck my hips against him and cry for mercy. When he finally lets out a groan and turns his head, he stares up at me with such wild hunger I realize I really need to stop thinking of him as a kid, especially when he’s that good at making me come.
He latches his teeth onto my thigh and sucks, the pinch driving a thrill to my core again. The pain’s an even bigger rush than when I used to do it to myself, probably because I’m already flooded with endorphins from my orgasm.
When he releases my flesh, an angry red welt appears, which thrills me even more. I sit up and grab his cock again and he rises to meet my descending mouth. It’s an awkward position, but I don’t care. All I want is to taste him again and see him come apart from my touch. I scoot closer, holding onto his cock and stroking while I stare up his body.
“You keep doing that, I’m going to come on your tits,” he breathes.
I grin and shift closer, arching my chest toward him and stroking him faster. “Then do it,” I urge, angling the tip of his cock down to rub across each of my nipples.
“Fucking hell.” He reaches for one breast and squeezes, beginning to buck his hips into my hand. I slip my other hand between his thighs and cup his balls, and that’s all it takes. He clutches harder at my breast, then lets loose a rough curse as his cock erupts, ribbons of creamy fluid coating the tops of my breasts.
I’ve never been so utterly without care or control during sex, or so turned on by the idea of doing anything but fucking. Something about his willingness to fool around despite that restriction has added a level of freedom to explore that I could never have predicted. When he sinks back onto his heels, chest heaving, I can already see his gears turning and imagining the next filthy thing he’ll do to me.
But he doesn’t push for more just yet. Instead he grabs the end of the comforter and drags it off the bed, then pulls me down next to him. I reach for the sheet next and wipe his semen off me, then sink against him with a sigh.
“Thank you for being okay with this.”
He lifts both eyebrows and looks down at me. “How in hell do you think I wouldn’t be okay with this?”
“I mean with not fucking. I’m having fun.”
“There’s a hell of a lot of fun to be had without me sticking my dick in you. Please tell me you and Manny did more than just fuck.” When I wince, he hugs me closer and peers down into my eyes. “You’re not going to hurt me by talking about him. I’m a big boy.”
I can’t suppress an amused snort. I glance down his body, then back up. “You are that. What are you, six-five?”
“Six-four. But you know what I mean. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep any part of yourself hidden. You mean too much to me.”
“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re competing.”
“Not to be crass, but I don’t think it’s possible to compete against a dead guy. And I have a feeling Manny would have wanted you to move on, don’t you?”
I heave a sigh and bury my face against his chest rather than acknowled
ge the truth. “What do you know about what Manny would want, anyway?”
He tucks an arm under his head and looks down at me, his serious face on, which makes him look like Mad Dog minus the scars. “You two didn’t exist in a vacuum, Toni. I knew him.”
My mouth drops open and I stare at him. “How?”
“He and Leo were two of Mad’s earliest clients. And most frequent. I didn’t know he was dating you at first, but the second I found out, I admit I may have become a bit of a pest. I dug for details about you every time he came in for ink.”
I’m not sure whether to be shocked or flattered. “Oh my god, you were a little stalker, weren’t you? How come Manny never told me you asked about me?”
He shrugs. “I was harmless, and nobody important. Just some teenage kid with a crush. One of thousands, no doubt. What I learned was that he fucking adored you. I could see it in the way he talked about you.”
I can’t breathe. A strangled noise comes out of me and Sam cups my face, concern flooding his features.
“What I’m trying to say is I know how much he loved you. I don’t expect you to forget him. You don’t have to hold back for my sake. And honestly, whatever we do naked is more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I mean, look at this . . .” He makes a sweeping motion with his hand at our two naked bodies. Our legs are tangled together, my cheek still pressed against his sturdy chest. “What teenage Toni Valentine fan could’ve ever envisioned a scene like this? The best my dumb brain came up with was maybe getting to second base before I’d blow my load. Mostly I fantasized about you masturbating while saying my name because that was the kind of porn I watched.”
“That’s not all that imaginative.”
He laughs. “Nowhere close to what we just did.”
The reminder of Manny has me looking inward, though, remembering all of our nights in this very hotel on the different visits we had here. Not once did we do anything like what Sam and I just did.
“He and I weren’t particularly adventurous, actually. Bed sex and shower sex were the extent of it. I guess I was too young to know what was possible and he never pushed for more.”
His lips twitch and his eyes narrow. “He was your first, wasn’t he?”
“And only. So far, anyway.”
He exhales slowly and nods. “Monica was mine, but as teens we had to be creative sometimes, so we were pretty adventurous.”
“What constitutes adventurous for teenagers?” I ask. “I was a virgin until after I turned twenty-one, so I have absolutely no frame of reference. You’re already ten times as experienced as I was at your age.”
“Finding creative locations to do it, and not necessarily fucking whenever we wanted to get it on. Jerking each other off under the bleachers at school. Quick BJs before our parents would get home. We were supposed to be studying. I kind of fucked that part up even without Monica’s help, though. We also didn’t always have access to protection, so we had to improvise a lot since fucking wasn’t an option.”
“Fucking was always an option with Manny. At least once I got on the pill.”
“Are you still on it?” he asks.
I shake my head. “It messed with my mood too much, which I didn’t need on top of already being a mess for obvious reasons. I didn’t plan on screwing anyone else for the foreseeable future, so I stopped taking it.” I glance up at him. “That’s not the reason I’m not going there with you, though. You understand that, right?”
“I get it. It meant a lot to you the first time, so you want the next time to mean as much. Whether or not I think that’s logical is another story, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to argue.”
I smirk at him. “Thanks, I guess?”
“Whenever you want this dick to do what it was meant for, you just say the word, baby.” He grips himself by the base and wags his cock at me, grinning.
I can’t help but laugh. “I want a lesson in all the other things we can do, since you’re such an expert.”
“Yeah?” He looks down at me with eager interest.
“Yeah. Show me what kind of filthy things you can come up with, if you’re so creatively inclined.”
He settles flat on his back again and nudges my lower back. “Straddle my hips. I have a little fantasy I want to play out with you.”
I obey, rising to my knees and swinging a leg over his hips. His cock stiffens in his grip and I eye it. “No fucking, right?”
“Humor me. I promise Hugo won’t break any rules.”
He reaches for my hand and places it on his dick, I wrap my fingers around his girth, enjoying the way he stiffens at my touch.
“Rub yourself on me, Toni. You have all the control now. I want to watch you get yourself off by riding my dick, but you don’t need me inside you to do it.”
My body warms when it hits me what he’s suggesting and I squeeze him a little tighter, then drop my hips until my pussy is splayed across the base of his cock.
“Oh.” His heat and hardness against my sensitive flesh surprises me, so I just rest there a moment, my core clenching and releasing as I absorb the sensation. Then I begin to move, slowly dragging my hips up his length, almost to the tip, then back.
He watches me, gaze turning feverish by the end of the first stroke.
“Like this?” I whisper.
“Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”
This shouldn’t feel so damn good, but it does. Every slide sends sweet friction through my clit and more wetness gathers between us, making the next slide even more slippery than the last. My channel aches to be filled, and it would be so easy to just go a little bit farther, to notch his tip against my opening and take him inside me. The very thought makes me shudder and he sits up a little, leaning on one elbow while he grabs my hip with his free hand to guide me.
“Careful not to go too far,” he warns.
“I won’t,” I breathe, rocking my hips faster as I begin gently milking and stroking the tip of his cock in my fist. He groans and leans forward to tease his tongue around my nipple.
“God, being inside you would be heaven,” he murmurs against my breast.
I arch toward him and lift my hips. “Put your fingers in me, please.”
He surges up and wraps both arms around me, kissing me hard, then reaches between us to shove his dick out of the way, replacing it with his hand. His fingers probe and stroke, then he plunges two deep into me.
The invasion shocks a pleasured moan from my throat and I grasp at his shoulders, rocking my hips against his fucking fingers. I clumsily reach for his cock again, take him in my hand, and jerk him hard. We both come a moment later, writhing and bucking against each other’s hands, his hot semen flooding my fist in a sticky mess.
“Holy hell, that was so good,” I groan as I fall against him again. I reach for the soiled sheet to wipe him off my hand, then let my body go limp in his arms.
His breathing is still labored as he heaves a long sigh and turns me, curling himself around my body from behind.
“I’m game for whatever you can dream up, baby,” he murmurs into the back of my neck.
But dreams are all that come after that as I doze off wrapped in his embrace.
I wake only briefly a little later to the sensation of being lifted into his arms. Then the room goes dark and I sleep again, the soft give of the mattress beneath us and the comforter covering us lulling me into dreams.
18
Sam
My brain can’t stop coming up with more filthy fantasies to reenact with Toni. She doesn’t object when I wake her with my mouth between her legs, tongue thrumming against her clit until she’s writhing and clawing at my head. Afterward she’s more than enthusiastic when I join her in the shower.
Once beneath the streaming water, she eagerly takes my hard cock in both hands, lathers Hugo up, and pumps my slick shaft until I come in a sticky mess all over her clean belly. With a show of cleaning her up, I return the favor, soaping her curves and teasing her breasts until she begs me to eat her out ag
ain, which I gladly do.
My tongue is getting a workout, but I love the ache in my jaw when we’re done and knowing why I have it. I sit on the bed in yesterday’s clothes while I watch her dress, fixated on the hickey I left on her inner thigh last night. She’s pulling up a pair of black jeans when she pauses and looks down, following my gaze.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she taunts, rubbing the purple welt with her thumb. “I’m going to feel this all damn day.”
I wince. “Shit, does it hurt? I’m sorry.”
She chuckles. “It’s sore, but so’s my pussy—in a good way.” She finishes dressing, then returns to me, slipping between my knees and combing her fingers through my wet hair. She grabs hold and yanks my head back, forcing me to look up at her.
“What the hell am I going to do with you, Sam Santos?” she asks in an almost reverent tone.
I want to beg her not to leave what we’ve started in Cancún, but I also don’t want to risk having this end too soon. Despite the knot of emotion in my belly, I feign a salacious smile that earns me a groan. Then we share a slow kiss that threatens to derail our momentum to get out the door.
We eventually have to acknowledge the world beyond this room and the fact that we have obligations outside our libidos. She follows me to my room, where I shave and put on clean clothes, and then we hit the breakfast buffet again. Once there, it’s impossible to miss the side-eye both Vic and Mako give us.
“You’re both fucking glowing,” Mako says, reaching for a third piece of French toast to pile on an already overflowing plate. “It’s disgusting.” He shoots a good-natured eye-roll at us and chuckles.
“Someone didn’t get laid last night,” I shoot back.
