by Skye Turner
Biting my lip, I run my fingers through the moist blonde curls and slowly dip a single finger inside. The sensation is so intense from the buildup, I moan loudly. My eyes open and I’m caught in his stare. He’s beside my chair, just watching me. Has he been here the whole time?! Watching me?! Did I know on some level?
I want him. I’ve never done anything like this, but I want him. We’re alone. No one will know. I stare at him. He stares back though he has sunglasses on. It adds to the mystery and makes me wetter. Opening my legs all the way, I let my fingers play with my clit. His head follows the movement and I see him swallow.
He kneels at the base of the chaise. Without saying a word, he grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. I allow it.
As my hips reach the edge, he uses his large hands to open my thighs wider. I’m on full display. Leaning in, he runs his nose through the moist curls and stops as his perfect lips touch my bud. He suckles. My hips thrust upward and I grip the arms of the chair to stop from grabbing that glorious dark hair. He laps and sucks and tortures me. My knuckles are white as I ride the sensation of the moment. I’m so close. I’m about to scream. He’s too talented. His hands are kneading my thighs as his mouth devours me. I’ve never known pleasure so intense.
The weather is getting harsher, as the rain starts to fall, and I’m about to fall off of the cliff from pleasure…
A shrill sound invades the moment. He stops and looks up at me with a question on his face.
No, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m right there. If I don’t cum soon, I’m going to explode. He leans down again and licks.
Ahhhh. Yes, yes, that… Don’t stop.
The sound comes again. He stops and starts to fade away.
NO… come back. Please come back.
I sit bolt upright in the bed, shaking and quivering in frustrated desire.
The phone on the nightstand rings again.
Dammit to hell. I was so close. HE had me so close…
Screaming out loud in frustration, I reach over for the phone.
Chapter Three
Dade
The music is loud and the beat is pumping as I make my way across the sand to the party at the resort. Juan said it was not to be missed and that the music was sure to get your blood pumping. I don’t want to sit in my room alone, so here I am. I’m also hoping the blonde from the pool will be here.
As I walk through the strings of lights, my eyes start to adjust to the darkness. It’s crowded, but not packed. Scanning the crowd, I see several beautiful women but don’t see the one I’m searching for. A few eyes follow me to the bar.
I order my drink and face the dance floor as I nurse it. It’s ice cold and a welcome relief from the humidity. There’s also a storm approaching, so the air is even heavier with moisture. The music is a mixture of pop and new country with some hip hop thrown in. Good dancing music.
I decide to finish my drink and then find a willing woman to spend a little time with on the dance floor. I’m perusing the crowd and a stunning brunette is eye fucking me from across the room when I hear her laugh.
Turning my head, I see her perched on a stool at the other end of the bar talking to the waiter from earlier and another young man. She’s laughing heartily at something they are saying and they are enraptured with her reaction to them. She looks over and catches me looking. I refuse to look away and just stare at her, daring her to break the contact. She stares back and I see her lips lift into a sexy smile. I nod my head and I see her shiver before she returns her attention to the young, and I do mean young, men fawning over her.
Calling the bartender over, I tell him to give her another of whatever she’s drinking and to tell her it came from me. He looks over and smiles as he nods. “She is beautiful, yes? On the island alone, too. My young cousin, Dom, is almost in love with her after just two days.”
My curiosity is piqued. Is she interested in that young buck? Nodding at the bartender in agreement, I reply, “Does she seem interested in your young cousin?”
He chuckles. “Not at all, sir. But he showers her with compliments and attention hoping to change her mind. She does not reciprocate his attentions.” His brow rises at the last statement, as if he’s sharing a secret.
Chuckling, I slap a fifty on the bar and wink. “Then, I guess I need to take her that drink myself. Thank you.”
His eyes widen at the generous tip and he whistles. “If the glances she keeps shooting this way are any indication, I think you have a much better chance than young Dom.”
He leaves me to make her drink before handing it to me with a fresh beer. “Good luck, sir.”
Nodding, I take the drinks and smile as I turn her way and watch for a minute. Waiting until she catches my eye, I straighten and head in her direction. She swallows and stops mid-sentence with whatever she’s saying.
Her captive audience notices and turns to see what’s captured her attention. One of them looks from me to her and frowns. It’s the waiter from the pool. I’m guessing that’s Dom. Sorry son, isn’t it past your bedtime. The adults are going to play now. She looks between us and shrugs. He smiles tightly and turns to me as I approach. I hold out her drink. “Evening, fellas. I was just delivering this beautiful woman her drink. Gorgeous night, isn’t it?”
She sets down her drink and wipes her hands on her short, flowy dress before smirking at me. “Really? Did I order another drink, sir?”
I like her flirtatious mood. “No, but you looked like you needed a refill and it’s very hot. I wanted to help you out with that.”
She smiles as she takes the drink. Her hand brushes mine and electricity shoots up my arm. She pulls back a bit, as if shocked, so I know she feels it, too. Some of the drink spills over the rim and onto her hand. She looks down at the same time I do. My hand is still on hers and I rub the liquid with my fingertip before popping it into my mouth and licking it. “Mmm, fruity.”
Her eyes are on my mouth. She blinks.
I wink and see her cheeks flush. I take my eyes off of her and look at the guys. “Sorry, guys. I wasn’t interrupting, was I?”
Dom frowns and gives me a tight smile. “No, sir. I was about to bid her goodnight. I have to be up early in the morning.” He takes her hand and bends down to kiss it as he says his goodbye. It’s my turn to frown. He laughs. She says, “Goodnight, Dom. Thank you for keeping me company.”
Looking at me with a smirk and then smiling at her, he whispers, “It was truly my pleasure. I will see you tomorrow, yes?”
She nods and he smiles even wider as he shoots me another cocky smile and saunters away with his friend trailing behind him. Not wasting a beat, I pull a chair up and sit as close to her as I can. She sighs at my proximity and I hear it over the music.
A song comes on with a good beat. Before I think it through, I take her hand and pull her up. She looks at me with apprehension.
I’ve caught her off guard. Smiling, I pull her close and swivel my hips one time. Her eyes widen and her breath hitches. I lean down and talk into the shell of her ear to be heard. “Dance with me.”
She pulls back and stares at me before nodding slowly. Her hands unconsciously squeeze my biceps.
That’s all the confirmation I need, though it wasn’t really a question. I pull her onto the dance floor. Pulling her hips flush against mine, I start to sway. She jerks once before melting into my body. We move together as one person. I’ve danced with a lot of women, but she fits against me perfectly. Her breasts brush my chest and her hips fit snugly into mine. I’m a tall man and she just fits into me.
We dance. As the song progresses, she gets bolder. Eventually, she turns and molds her delicious ass to my groin. She’s teasing me and grinding against me to the beat of the music. She rubs against me and then pulls away. I like her against me, so I pull her close. Reaching her arms around my neck, she cradles my head as we move. I’m getting more and more aroused and I believe she is, too. We can’t talk because the music is too loud, but we’re basicall
y fucking on the dance floor. My hands are traveling her body as she holds onto my neck and grinds her ass into my pelvis. Her skirt is up and my hands are traveling over her smooth thighs. She’s not stopping me. Looking down, I see her head thrown back. She likes my touch. Leaning down, I capture her mouth with mine. She stops moving for a minute and her eyes fly open and catch the light. Yes, I knew they would be blue.
She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she tightens her hold on my neck and fists my hair as she opens her mouth and her tongue caresses my teeth. I taste fruit and alcohol. Moaning into her mouth, I grip her dress near her hips and hold her ass against my straining cock.
We don’t even realize when the song ends until we hear the cheers and catcalls. Breaking the kiss, I stand up and realize we are in the center of a circle and everyone is staring at us. Most people are whooping and hollering. Her face instantly brightens. Grabbing her hand, I drag her to the bar while I try to situate my rock hard cock into a comfortable position. “Do you want to get out of here? We can head down to the beach. I have a private cabana.”
She swallows and nods as she grabs her drink and takes a large gulp. Grabbing her hand with one of mine, I grab my beer with the other and we head out the door. As we get a bit down the beach, she starts giggling.
I’m taken aback. Why is she laughing?
“What’s funny?”
She slaps her stomach. “You. Me.” She gestures between us. “This. I don’t do this. I don’t make out with strange, gorgeous men in the middle of a dance floor.” She laughs even harder. “I don’t even know your name.”
She doesn’t know who I am. She’s not after me because I’m a rock star. This is great! I can spend some time with her. Have some fun and not have to worry about tabloids and what she’s out to get. Awesome.
I chuckle. “My name is Dade.”
She stops laughing and just stares at me before saying, “Hello, Dade. That is the perfect name for you. You are sexy as sin and an amazing kisser. I’m Rayne. It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Rayne. I like it. It’s different. Very nice to meet you, Rayne. Would you care to accompany me back to my cabana where we can talk in private?” Agree… Say yes!
She smiles again and her eyes crinkle. The moon is full, and with the reflection from the water, I can see a slight scattering of freckles on her nose. I never knew freckles could be so damn sexy. Putting her hands on her hips, she checks me out. Her gaze slowly travels from my head to my feet. She takes her time and I strangely start to get uncomfortable.
I’m tall. I have a long torso and long legs. I work out six days a week. I’m very cut. My arms are big, my chest is broad, my waist is narrow, my thighs are muscled, and my calves are sculpted. I know women find me attractive. I wonder what she’s thinking?!
As she takes me in, her tongue comes out and she licks her bottom lip. I want to suck on it. I decide to do an inspection of my own. She’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen women who work harder for it. Her body is not perfect. She’s not stick thin. It looks like she spends a little time working on her body. Her blonde hair flows down her back and is a little darker at the roots. Her skin is smooth, and without an abundance of make-up. Her face is striking. Her lips are enchanting and are a perfect little bow. The flowy strapless dress is held up by her nice breasts. It dips in at her waist a little and flares at her hips. The skirt is higher on one side than the other, so I can see her smooth tanned legs and they are toned as well. I felt her luscious ass against me earlier and that is about as perfect an ass as one can get. I also felt her not perfectly tight stomach and I really like that. I like women who are a little soft. Women are supposed to be soft. While she’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, she is probably the most naturally beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I like the way she looks very much. I’d really like to get to know her a little better.
We’ve been memorizing each other. She looks at my eyes and then drops her gaze to my mouth before returning to my eyes. Once she makes sure I’m watching, she looks at my groin. My cock jumps in response. She licks her lips and returns her gaze to mine. Her eyes are a smoky blue and they look almost gray in the moonlight. She slowly smiles and shows perfect white teeth. “I want you to know I’m not just saying this. I really don’t do this with men I don’t know. Hell, I don’t do this with men I do know, but I am fascinated by you. I shouldn’t tell you this, but you’ve occupied my thoughts since I saw you this afternoon at the hotel. I very much want to be alone with you.”
My heart starts pounding at her words. She’s been on my mind since I arrived and saw her, too. I’m infatuated with her. My dick is also throbbing. He very much wants to be alone with her. Smiling slyly, I reach for her and pull her into my body with a whoosh. Her arms slither up my chest and circle my neck and she reaches up as I lean down. Our lips meet in a scorching kiss.
As we break apart, we are both out of breath and I can’t help but think I’ve never responded to a woman this way before. She kicks off her shoes and holds them and then smirks at me. Grabbing her hand, we run down the beach in the moonlight.
As we approach, I see someone walking off towards the hotel. Tiki torches are lit and there’s a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the bar top. All of the other cabanas are empty. Rayne looks at me with a question on her face.
I shrug. I didn’t do it.
She laughs. “Who are you? Are you famous or something?”
I laugh outright. Am I famous? Yes, I am actually, but I don’t want her to know that. I don’t want that to taint this vacation fling. She honestly has no idea who I am. I can’t tell her I’m a rock star, but I can’t lie either. Lying doesn’t sit well with me. “Or something.”
She studies me intently. I’m getting uncomfortable with her scrutiny. Sighing, she asks, “Or something?! What do you do?”
I think about it and decide to be honest, but not tell her everything. “I work in the music industry.”
She nods and chuckles. “That makes sense. You have that look about you.”
That’s it? No questions about where or what exactly I do?!
I smile, since I dodged a bullet with that one. “What do you do, Rayne?”
She giggles. “Nothing as exciting as music. I work in an office, with women and children.”
I laugh. Does she work at a daycare or school? She’s nothing like the women I usually spend time with. I decide to leave it at that and allow the element of mystery to surround us.
Chapter Four
Melonie
Holy shit. I’m in a private cabana with a gorgeous man who looks like he stepped off the pages of one of the smutty romance novels I’m so fond of. He looks like he could be a rock star or a biker with his long hair and tattoos.
What are you doing, Mel? You don’t do this. You never do this. You are a highly respected, professional woman. What are you doing out here with this too-gorgeous-to-be-real stranger?!
As I look at Dade and take in his enthralling presence, I tell myself to shut the hell up.
Screw it!!
I’m on a beautiful island with a drop-dead gorgeous man who seems interested in ME…What’s the worst that could happen?!
While I’m beating myself into submission, he’s pouring us champagne. He comes back with two delicate crystal glasses in his large hands. He hands me one and watches while I nervously take a sip.
“Are you ok with being here?” he asks with a smirk as I white knuckle the glass. I’m praying I don’t snap the stem.
I take a large gulp of the liquid and cough as I inhale some of the bubbles. He takes the glass from me and rubs my back as I catch my breath. His hand on my bare skin feels like fire, yet chills race across my skin at the contact. When I can breathe normally, I look up. He’s staring at me. His eyes are so dark, I get lost in them. I immediately lose my ability to breathe again.
He uses his long finger to tip my chin up and I swallow. He asks again, “Are you ok with being here, Ra
yne? I need you to answer. If you stay, we are going to fuck. I need to know if you want that.”
Oh my God. Did he just say that?! He wants to have sex with me? Just like that? I don’t even know him. Do I want to have sex with him?
Shut up! Of course you do. You’ve been thinking about it since you first saw him. So what if it’s out of character for you?! He’s gorgeous and could have any woman on this island, yet he’s here with you…
My nerves are strained and my panties are soaked. His voice is deep and melodic. Just looking at him gets me wet and when he talks… Good God! I do want to have sex with him! I want to take a chance and do something out of character. Something tells me he’s safe.
I nod.
“That’s not good enough. Say it!”
I swallow again and meet his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I want to have sex with you, Dade.”
He smiles and my panties flood. “Good. I’m clean.”
I blink…
Fuck. I didn’t even think about that! I am a freaking doctor and I didn’t think about the fact that he’s safe. I’m on the pill, but does he have condoms?! Sheesh, Mel. Nice. You preach to others about safe sex and this dude who could easily rival Joe Manganiello comes around and you’re ready to shed your panties and spread your legs.
“Do you have condoms?” I blurt out before my hands fly to my mouth.
He throws his head back and laughs. “Yes. I do. I keep a couple in my wallet as a precaution.”
My face feels like I was in the sun with zero SPF for hours.
I sober a bit. “You make it a habit of picking up random women and screwing them?”
It’s his turn to blink. He chuckles. “Sometimes, yes. But I don’t regularly sleep with people I don’t know, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I nod. “That’s what I’m asking.”
He stares at me. “You’re different. I like you. No, I don’t normally sleep with random women. I don’t have to. I do have sex occasionally, but I don’t fuck complete strangers.”
