by Kimberly Fox
I pick out a cute, light summer dress with a soft polka dot pattern, and slide it on, picking out my good underwear to wear underneath.
Ethan’s copy of All Angels Fall is sitting on the nightstand and I pick it up to read. Mine is in my beach bag by the door but for some reason, I feel compelled to read out of his copy. I get a chapter in when there’s a knock on the door.
Ethan is there with a resort employee pushing a huge cart of room service. Every plate has those fancy silver covers on them, hiding the food inside.
“I thought you might be hungry,” he says with a smile. He’s wearing beige linen beach pants with a buttoned up short sleeve navy blue shirt that’s tight on his strong arms. He looks good as usual.
“I got it from here,” he says to the guy, slipping a tip into his hand.
“Muchas gracias señor!” the guy says, leaving very happy. I can’t help but wonder how much he gave him to elicit such a positive reaction like that.
He rolls the cart in, closes the door and slowly looks me up and down. “You look beautiful,” he says, in such a convincing way that I believe him.
I turn to hide my blushing cheeks.
He pushes the cart onto the balcony and starts to set up. “What’s for dinner?”
“Everything,” he says, pulling out a bottle of wine. He hands me a wine glass and opens the bottle as I look over the balcony at the view. The ocean is dark and captivating as the moon and stars shine down on it. The sound of the gentle waves mixed with the calm music from the beach bar is both soothing and exciting, and the salty smell is just perfect. The pool is lit up a passionate blue as it snakes through the resort, lighting it up in a wonderful aqua glow. It’s a tad better than the parking lot.
Ethan hands me a glass of wine and now it’s my turn to admire him. The first few buttons are open on his shirt showing off his muscular chest underneath. His hair is slicked to the side. It looks good with his nice tan. Ethan is one of those people that will get a perfect, even brown tan no matter what. I’m the opposite with my pasty skin and spots of bright red. I look like a piece of chalk that someone threw handfuls of cinnamon at.
“Mmmmm,” I say when I taste the wine. It’s not the cheap crap they serve at the buffet. This is some top level stuff.
“Cheers,” he says, clinking my glass with his. The wine goes down smooth and I’m shocked at how comfortable I feel right now with him. It feels like we’ve known each other for years instead of the three days that it’s been.
I clap my hands together and feel a thrill of excitement as he begins pulling off the covers of the plates. I’ve always wanted to eat at a place that had silver covers over the food since I was a kid and saw it on TV.
The reveal of every plate is like Christmas morning. Pasta, enchiladas, steak, mixed vegetables, salad, French fries. It’s like he closed his eyes and pointed to random things on the menu. Everything looks amazing and my stomach growls, letting him know.
“Hungry?” he asks with a laugh.
“Starving.”
“Well, let’s get you fed.” He pulls out a folding table from under the cart and grabs his white beach towel on the chair to use as a table cloth. There’s a citronella candle in the corner of the balcony to keep the bugs away which he grabs and lights. “I’m improvising,” he says with a laugh as he puts it in the middle of the table.
I feel an expansion in my chest as I watch him work. I can’t believe that he’s going through all of this trouble for me. I’m so touched.
He pulls out my chair and I thank him as I sit down. “Napkin,” he says, unfolding it and placing it on my lap.
“What would you like?” he asks, looking at all of the food with my plate in his hands.
“A bit of everything,” I say. “No, wait. A lot of everything.”
He makes a heaping plate for me and one for him and sits down. “You haven’t tried to jump my bones,” I say. “I’m impressed. You’re a perfect gentleman.”
He grins, the citronella candlelight lighting his eyes. “Well, the night is still young and you’re looking so sexy that I probably won’t be able to hold off for much longer.”
The timbre of his voice sends warm shivers through my body. I swallow hard and try to shake it off. “I appreciate the effort nonetheless.”
“I’ll be good until dessert,” he says. He watches me as he takes a sip of wine.
“What’s for dessert?” I ask.
“You’re wearing it.”
“And there it is,” I say with a laugh. I knew he couldn’t get through a meal without a crude remark. It’s one of his many charms.
“Come on,” he says with his hands palms up on the table. “You just set that one up for me. You can’t get mad at me for that.”
“There’s so much food here,” I say, playing along with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ll have room for dessert.”
“There’s always room for dessert,” he answers with a grin.
“Oh really?”
“Yup,” he says, refilling my wine. “I’ll find a place to slide it in.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Does this usually work on women?”
He nods. “Women think they want romance but really they just want some muscular guy to pick them up and gorilla fuck them until they’re screaming in bliss.”
“And that’s where you come in?”
“Are you calling me a gorilla?” he asks.
“No, but you’re a caveman with the manners of a gorilla.”
He recoils like he’s in pain. “Ouch.”
“Besides,” I say, looking away. “I told you this morning remember? I don’t do casual.”
“And I told you when I first saw you remember? When I see something I want I go after it.”
We both take a sip of wine, watching each other. “Looks like we’re in a bit of a quandary then.”
“It certainly appears so.”
“So. What do you suggest?” I ask.
He holds his wine glass up. “We eat. Cheers.”
The food is delicious, the wine superb and we slide into an easy conversation with a comfortable flow. Ethan is funny and smart and we’re always making each other laugh.
He tells me about his two businesses and the weirdos that hang out in his bar all day. Before we know it the wine is empty. I’m feeling good and start giggling when he pulls out a second bottle from under the cart.
“How many more are you hiding down there?” I ask.
“Enough to last us the week until we have to go back to the airport.”
“Ugh,” I say, letting my shoulders drop. “Do we really have to go back out there?”
He shakes his head. “We have a pool,” he says, pointing to the hot tub, “room service, the ocean, good company. We can even watch the wedding from here.”
“I like it,” I say, taking a sip of wine from the new bottle. It’s even better than the last one, but that’s usually the case with wine.
I pick at a cold French fry and then throw my napkin on the plate. “I’m stuffed.”
Ethan clears the table of the dishes as I drink my wine. I study his body as he moves. I definitely need a picture of him before I leave. Stacy from work will never believe how good looking this guy is without a photo.
“So what’s with your cousin?” I ask, remembering the horrible excursion today.
“Stephanie?” he asks with a chuckle. “She fell down the stairs when she was young.”
I laugh, nearly snorting wine out of my nose. “That explains it.”
“Yeah, it was a twenty story building,” he continues. “She hit her head on every stair on the way down.”
I’m giggling a little too much. Maybe I should cut back on the wine before I get too tipsy and do things that I might regret in the morning. I ignore my inner uptightness and take another sip of wine. It’s too good and I’m having too much fun.
“She’s never played nice with other girls,” he says, sitting back down. “She must be threatened by you or some
thing.”
“Why?” I ask, but I know why. She wants Megan all to herself. She’s jealous of our friendship.
He sits back and crosses his arms over his massive chest. “There’s only one way to deal with her.”
I lean forward, a smile creeping across my lips. “Tell me.”
“Fight fire with fire,” he says. “I’ll help you out. I’ve been dealing with her since I was in diapers.”
The thought of Ethan as a toddler running around with sticky fingers and crazy hair makes me smile. “I’d like to see you in diapers.”
He rubs his chin and looks up. “Kinky,” he says, nodding. “I’ve never tried diapers in the bedroom but whatever you’re into.”
I toss my napkin at him and he catches it. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Ready for dessert?” he asks.
“If I get to keep my dress on sure.”
“That’s later,” he says, springing up from the table. He makes a call on the phone and within minutes room service is back with a new cart. My mouth waters at the two small plates with shiny silver covers on them. A fresh bottle of wine is sitting on the cart as well.
The room service leaves with the old cart and I peek under the cover as Ethan gives the guy another tip. He’s going to put that guy’s kid through college by the time we leave. Chocolate cheesecake. My favorite.
I drop the lid back on as he closes the door and makes his way back to the balcony. He walks like a panther across the room. Did I mention how sexy he is?
“So I’ve been thinking,” he says, closing the sliding door behind him. “Buffalo is not too far from Chicago.”
I raise an eyebrow and lean in, intensely curious as to what’s coming next.
He shrugs. “Let’s see what happens.”
“Are you serious?” I ask in shock.
He locks eyes on me and nods. “I want to try the whole exclusive thing.”
We stare at each other for a moment in silence. “You’re ready to give up all the other women?” I ask. “If there’s even one, I’m out. I don’t give second chances when it comes to that.”
He raises his hand to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“No,” I blurt out. “You will die. Let me make that clear.”
“A feisty one,” he says with a smile. “I like it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Then show me,” he says, leaning in. He kisses me on the lips and everything falls into place. All my doubts and reservations vanish. I have to give this a shot. He kicks the faucet on the hot tub behind him and the water starts flowing.
I pull away and look at him sideways. “What was that?”
“I must have slipped.”
“Oh really,” I say with an excited laugh.
He turns and pours some complimentary bubble bath into the tub. “Oops,” he says with a grin. “I slipped again.”
“Too much wine?” I ask.
He grabs the bottle and tops me off. “Not enough.”
The bubbles are rising like the tub is getting an erection. “So what’s the plan here?” I ask, before taking a long sip of wine that empties half my glass. I need a little more liquid courage first.
“Well,” he says, taking me in his arms again. He kisses me long and soft and I feel my knees start to weaken. “We’ll kiss a bit until the hot tub is full.” He brushes his hand up my arm to my shoulder and then slides his finger under the strap of my dress. He leans down and kisses the bare skin of my shoulder as he pulls the strap down my arm. His rough stubble and rugged scent are getting me wet. The hot tub filling with water is just adding to my excitement, adding to the anticipation.
“Then we’ll get out of these clothes,” he says, sliding the second strap down my arm. He moves his lips to my other shoulder and leaves a trail of kisses from my shoulder to my collarbone. My nipples harden under my dress as I wonder how far we’re about to go.
I’m not sure if I quite believe him yet about the exclusivity but right now my libido is overriding my brain and I can’t focus on anything but his lips on my skin and his hands on my body. I should be resisting but I can’t. And to be honest, I really don’t want to.
My dress tumbles down until just above my nipples as Ethan kisses my neck. I brush my hands up his back, feeling the thick, rolling muscles under his tight shirt and it’s getting me as wet as the hot tub.
I glance over his shoulder and my excitement builds when I see that the hot tub is almost full.
“Am I the only one getting naked?” I ask, as his soft lips make their way down my neck to my chest.
He reaches down and pulls his shirt off in one swift movement and tosses it over the balcony. “Better?” he asks, kissing the tops of my breasts.
His shoulders are covered in ink that continues down his sexy arms. My hands explore the body I’ve been gawking at all week. His skin is so soft over his hard muscles. I want to touch every inch of him.
“Much better,” I say between deep breaths.
He cups my breasts over my dress and covers my chest with small licks and soft kisses. I arch my back, wanting to feel his lips on my nipples.
“Then what happens?” I ask, needing to know the answer.
“Then I slide your dress off,” he says, reaching around my back and slowly unzipping the zipper. My dress loosens around my torso and drops to the floor of the balcony.
Ethan leans back and stares at my bare breasts. His lips curl into a smile and he makes a low, primal sounding growl in the back of his throat.
“And then?” I ask, swallowing hard.
“Then my shorts join your dress on the floor.” He unbuttons them and lets them drop down his muscular legs. My eyes dart to the large, hard bulge jutting out against the fabric of his black boxer briefs and I lick my lips.
My mouth is moist and I can feel my heartbeat trying to pound out of my chest. My breaths are coming short and fast. My eyes are locked on Ethan as he turns the faucet off on the hot tub off and flicks on the jets. The bubbles rise even higher as he turns to me with a sexy grin on his delicious lips.
“I don’t think I have to ask what happens next,” I say with a gulp.
“Then we get in,” he says, stepping into the water. “And we see what happens.” He sinks down into a sitting position with his boxer briefs still on. He looks like a king on his throne of bubbles. He’s staring at my breasts as I walk to the tub to join him.
The water is hot but the company is hotter. I sink down onto the seat in front of him, getting engulfed by the water and bubbles.
The balcony is private but it’s not soundproof. If we’re not quiet the whole resort will hear us.
My pulse quickens as Ethan leans forward. He kisses my neck as his hands find my breasts. “Mmmm,” I moan as he cups them in his hands and slides his thumbs over my hard nipples.
He wipes the bubbles off my chest and takes a tingling nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and making it even harder than it already is.
I reach down and sneak my hand into his boxer briefs. His hard erection brushes against the back of my fingers and we both let out a moan at the same time.
“My cock has been wanting to meet you all week,” he says between licks of my nipple.
“Really?” I ask, taking his thick shaft in my hand and stroking it. “I’ll try not to disappoint him.”
He closes his eyes and groans. “Keep moving your hand like that and you two will be best of friends.”
His cock is huge and I can barely wrap my hand around it. I’m worried that I won’t be able to walk tomorrow after it’s inside me.
He opens his eyes and looks at me with hungry eyes. His massive chest is heaving up and down as he takes quick breaths. “Stand up,” he orders.
He groans as I release his cock and do as I’m told. The bubbles slowly cascade down my stomach as he grabs my ass with both hands and kisses my stomach.
He’s so close to my pussy and it clenches in
response. All of the doubts and fears that I had a few minutes ago are being replaced by desire and need. I don’t care what the future holds anymore. I just want Ethan now.
His fingers hook around the waistband of my wet underwear and he slowly slides it over my ass and down my legs. He kisses my stomach one last time as I step out of the underwear that’s hooked around my feet. He leans back and stares at my pussy that’s right in front of his face.
“Mmm,” he moans as he leans forward and kisses it. The sudden rush of his tongue on my clit has me grabbing his hair and pulling.
“Fuck,” I moan through a tight jaw. He grabs one of my ankles under the water and forces my foot to the side, spreading my legs open for him. He reaches up and licks my pussy again, lapping his tongue up my aching lips. “Oh Ethan,” I moan, louder than I intended. There are people on the other balconies and the beach below who can hear us.
“Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he says, his lips wet with my juices. “I’m going to eat you out every day for the rest of the week.”
His words make me hotter and I slide a hand to my breast and squeeze it.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, licking my pussy some more as he waits for an answer.
“Yeah,” I gasp, as his firm tongue flicks my clit. Every stroke of his tongue causes my breath to stop, my heart to pound and my lips to part. I’m seeing stars behind my closed eyes.
“Good,” he says, releasing me and sitting back down on his seat. He strokes his long cock up and down in the bubbly water as he watches me standing in front of him, completely naked. “Come and ride me.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I step over and straddle his muscular body, placing my knees on the seat in the hot tub. I slap his hands away from his cock, grab his hard shaft and lower my hips down, guiding the tip of his cock into my hole. My wetness guides him in easily.
He’s longer and thicker than anyone I’ve had before and I can tell it’s going to be a trip when his tip stretches me open and makes me gasp. My body is on fire as I sink down and let him in.
Ethan thrusts his hips up in a swift movement that fills me completely and makes me throw my head back and cry out. “Fuck!” I scream as I grip his round tattooed shoulders. His cock feels enormous. It is enormous.
