Alluring Infatuation

by Skye Turner

  I click my tongue. “I’m a stranger.”

  He laughs again. “Yes. Yes, I suppose you are. Let’s change that. Tell me something about you.”

  I’ve had three drinks tonight and now champagne. I’m a little buzzed and feeling bold. Leaning over, I grab him and pull him to the lounge bed in the corner. I’m sure it’s meant for a nap, but I want to sprawl on it. With Dade. While we talk. Turning, I push him. He falls backwards with a smirk and I laugh as I follow him down. I’m never this forward.

  “Well…” I tap my lips with my finger. “Let’s see, I haven’t had sex in about a year.” His brows shoot up. “I know, it’s shocking.” I run my hands over my breasts and cup them through my dress. “Who wouldn’t want to have a piece of this, right?!”

  His hair loosened from the ponytail he was wearing as he hit the bed. It’s fallen over his forehead. His brows are hidden beneath it. But he nods, as his eyes follow my hands.

  “I can’t imagine how that’s even possible.”

  I lick my lips and lean over him. “Me either. And I really do enjoy sex.”

  He groans. “If you want to talk, fondling your tits and leaning over me is not the way to have a coherent conversation, Rayne.”

  I laugh. I can’t help it. I decide we can talk later.

  Leaning over him again, I grab his large hands and place them on my breasts. He stares at me, but waits, unmoving. “I don’t want to talk right now. I want to feel.” I lean down and kiss him.

  He immediately flips me over and covers my body with his. His leg is between my thighs and he’s kneading my breasts. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s hands on me, I throw my head back and moan loudly. My moans excite him as he grabs the top of my dress and pulls it down. My breasts are exposed to the warm, humid air. He releases my lips and captures one erect nipple into his mouth. He sucks it hard and bites it with his teeth. It’s slightly painful, but as soon as it stings, he laps at it with his tongue and soothes it. My head is thrown back and my hands are buried in his hair as he concentrates on first one and then the other nipple. Thank God the beach is empty because I’m loud.

  My panties are so wet, they’re uncomfortable. Pulling back so fast I startle him I’m able to slither out from underneath him. I smile mischievously as I stand up. He looks at me with desire and apprehension. He watches as he rolls over onto his back. I can see how hard he is through his linen pants. I want that. Grabbing my dress from where it’s gathered around my waist, I pull down and catch the panties at my hips. Both pool on the sand. I’m naked before a man I don’t know, on a beach. I don’t care. I want him.

  He stares. His eyes travel the length of my body, stopping on my hips and the apex of my thighs before moving up to my breasts. He blinks and stares into my eyes. Then, he smiles and crooks his finger at me.

  My feet respond to his unspoken demand and I climb onto the bed. He holds his hand up to stop me. I wait.

  He kneels and cups my breasts. They are not large, but they fill his hands nicely. He trails his knuckles over my chest and across my nipples. My back arches and thrusts them more fully toward him. I’m still on my knees facing him. His hands trail down my sides and stop at my hips. They trace my hip bones before moving to the top of my moist curls.

  I’m holding my breath.

  He chuckles. “Breathe.”

  I let out the breath I was holding and his fingers brush through the curls. My eyes cross from the simple touch. How can someone with such a commanding presence be so gentle?! I don’t want gentle. I want to be taken.

  I open my eyes and see him watching me. Without warning, he slips a finger inside to his knuckle. I widen my knees to give him better access.

  “Do you like this?” he asks as he slides it in a little deeper.

  I moan out, “Yes…”

  He adds another finger. “What about this?”

  I open my legs wider and moan again. I nod.

  “Say it.”

  “YES!”

  He adds a third finger. It pulls a little, but he thrusts them in and out, stretching me… Filling me. My eyes are rolling back from the pleasure pain. “Ohh, yes.”

  He stops.

  Opening my eyes, I glare at him. “Don’t stop. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum. Dear God, make me cum.”

  He stares into my eyes as he starts to finger fuck me furiously. I can’t hold them open. The sensation is too much with him watching my face as I ride his hand and he fingers me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt such a sweet release. I scream out as I drench his hand.

  As I open my eyes, he removes his hand. He licks it and then wipes it on his shirt before wrenching it off and flinging it to the ground. Grabbing my hands, he pulls them to the waist of his pants. I take the hint.

  As the button slips out, they gape open from the force of his erection. Smoothing them off of his hips, he helps me remove them. I drop them to the floor. He is straining out of his boxer briefs. That is big…

  Jake was big too, but I am pretty sure Dade is bigger. Oh my.

  He’s watching me. I smile sexily. “So, now that you’re undressed, what will I do with you?”

  He smirks and gestures to his cock. “I think he wants to play.”

  I laugh. This is all so insane, but damned if it’s not the most thrilling thing I’ve ever done. I reach down and cup him. He doesn’t fit into my hand. His breath hitches. I look at him in expectation.

  Without speaking, we have a conversation. He looks at me and then grins before he pushes me down onto the bed on my back. Standing up, he stretches and his erection stands out proudly. Turning, he lays opposite of me… and then I realize what he’s doing.

  Oh my.

  The next thing I know, his large dick is in front of my mouth and his tongue is lapping at my clit. I moan and engulf his member. Bobbing my head, I try to pleasure him, but he’s too good. I’m moaning around his dick. He starts tongue fucking me and I bob my head, taking him to the back of my throat. Within a couple of minutes we’re in perfect sync and I’m about to scream again. I don’t want him to cum this way. I want him to fuck me. I stop.

  He laps one more time and then spins around. Swooping in, he kisses me with my juice all over his face. He breaks the kiss and leans over grabbing his pants. Handing me the condom, he lays back on the bed. I smirk as I roll it on. “If you lick it, you have to stick it. Those are the rules.”

  He laughs and his cock jumps. “Well, if you suck it, you have to fuck it. Rules are rules!”

  We both laugh as I unroll the condom to the base and squeeze. His laughter is cut off with a moan. I stroke his length a couple of times and climb up to straddle him. He sits up and props his back against the pillows as I sink down onto him. He’s so big. It stretches me, but I go slowly. Reaching the base, I stop to let my body adjust to the fullness. He hisses out a breath through his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  He closes his eyes and remains perfectly still. “Are you ok? Am I squeezing too much?” I ask nervously.

  Opening his eyes a slither, he grimaces. “No, not at all. You are gripping me so tight and it’s heaven. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

  My heart drops into my stomach and I gasp. Holy shit…

  Leaning down, I press my chest to his chest and my mouth to his and I start to ride. He watches me. I keep my eyes open, too. Grabbing the blanket, he allows me to set the pace. I want it fast and furious. He’s sliding out to the tip before I grind back down to the base. Every glide rubs my clit and his balls are against my ass cheeks. It’s glorious.

  My thighs are straining, my stomach is clenching, and I feel the wave start to build. I’m screaming out into the night as the thunder rolls and the lightning flashes across the sky. He’s grunting and moaning too as his hips thrust up to meet mine. Our skin slaps together and it echoes along with the storm sounds in the secluded night.

  One giant clap of thunder comes unexpectedly and the fright, along with the pleasure, has me screaming out with my or
gasm. I feel the moisture rain down over both of us.

  Dade is not done, so as I ride the crest, he flips me and throws my legs over his shoulders as he anchors my hips. He pistons in and out. I’m so engorged and swollen from my second orgasm, that before I can come down, with his furious, wild fucking, I’m screaming out again. “DADE!! Ahhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuck!”

  As I pull at him with my third release of the night, he succumbs to his own pleasure and roars out with his accomplishment.

  My legs go lax on his shoulders and slide to the bed as he slumps over onto me. We’re both soaked with sweat and the moisture from the air.

  Ohhh my God! I have never had three orgasms in a row like that. I didn’t know I was multi orgasmic. That was fucking unbelievable. I’ll never be the same.

  We lie on the lounger and wait for our breathing to return to normal. He rolls off me and stares at the roof of the cabana. I stare at him from the corner of my eye. Finally, he chuckles and turns his head. He smiles at me. “That was unexpected. You are amazing in bed, Rayne.”

  I frown and sit up, covering my breasts with my arms. “What does that mean? Was I supposed to suck!?”

  He starts and then frowns. “What? No. I didn’t think you would suck. I was just not expecting that.”

  I blush. He just said I was amazing in bed. I’m certain he has an entourage to compare it to. I smile at him and uncross my arms. He’s gorgeous, I am on vacation, and he’s just the distraction I need before I return to my normal life. I’m going to enjoy every minute of this.

  Chapter Five

  Dade

  Rayne and I have spent almost every minute of every day together over the past eight days. She’s smart, funny, and I enjoy being around her. I’m starting to think that we could possibly have something together once we leave this island. I still haven’t told her I’m a rock star and she’s never asked me to elaborate on what I do, so I’m not certain she’s thinking the same things. For all I know she could be just fine with this as a vacation fling and she’ll forget about me and us as soon as her feet leave the sand.

  We’ve gone sailing, snorkeling, horseback riding, she even dragged me shopping on Market Street. I complained, but I secretly enjoyed it. We have fun together and the conversation flows easily. We’ve also spent a lot of time in the cabana on the private beach. We’ve had more sex than I would have imagined and each time is just as exciting and fulfilling as the first night. She’s bold. Bolder than I would have imagined and I like that she takes charge occasionally. She knows what she wants but she’s also not afraid to let me be a little aggressive. I can’t stop thinking that I’d like to explore the possibility of an “us.”

  She’s slotted to head home, wherever that may be, in a few days and I’m deliberating when and how I can approach the topic of this possibly continuing. We stayed up all night again, exploring each other’s bodies and talking. She’s currently dozing in my arms as I watch the sun filter through the bamboo shades in my room. I decide to call home to check in since I haven’t called once since I’ve been here. I need to make certain my baby sister and my bandmate haven’t killed each other.

  I reach out and swipe my phone from the bedside table. Scrolling, I find Liam’s name and press it. I chuckle as I wait for it to connect. A groggy voice mumbles out, “What the hell, dude?”

  I laugh. “Good morning, sunshine. I didn’t disturb your beauty rest, did I?”

  He grumbles as we chat for a minute. Everything is fine on the home front according to Liam. Though, I am sensing some tension in his voice as he answers my questions about Clove. That makes me laugh harder. Good, I hope they figure out whatever is going on with them before I get home. I can’t live with them at each other’s throats anymore. My baby sister and my bandmate in the same room with all that sexual energy and frustration are enough to make a sane man crazy.

  Rayne turns over and smiles at me sleepily before mumbling out, “Good morning. Who are you talking to this early?” She starts kissing down my chest. As she reaches my dick, it’s hard and ready for her. She circles the tip with her pink tongue and I end my conversation with Liam with a groan. She has my undivided attention.

  Two hours later, I talk her into leaving the bed so we can head out to this little café we found for some food. She expends a lot of my energy.

  We spend the rest of the day together just hanging out and making love on the beach before she heads to her own room to get ready for another night of dancing. The next day, we relax on the beach in awesome companionship before we return to our rooms to shower and clean off so we can have dinner.

  As I’m getting out of the shower, my phone rings and a frantic Liam is telling me that something is wrong with Clove and I need to come home now. She’s in the hospital. Without a second thought, I throw everything into my bag and book my flight home, before calling the front desk to rush my checkout and charter a boat to get me to the airport. My baby sister needs me. Within twenty minutes, I’m speeding across the water.

  I have half an hour before boarding my plane and I pull out my phone to call Rayne and let her know what happened and that I won’t be meeting her for dinner. As I scroll through my contacts, my stomach drops and I have a moment of panic… In nine days, I never got her number!

  I punch in the number for the front desk at the hotel and ask to be connected. They ask for her name and I realize I only have her first name. The flustered young man at the front desk tells me he can’t help me with just the first name and apologizes as I start to swear. I’m getting nowhere, so I end the call.

  My plane boards and I turn off my phone as we head for home.

  I have no way to contact her. No name, no number, and no idea where she lives. Fuck me!

  April

  “Dade? Dude are you listening to me? Where the hell are you?!” Liam kicks me and I snap out of my daydream.

  Turning to look at him, I glare. “What?”

  He shrugs and I look around. We’re in Java and Sweeties. Jude, Jessie, Liam, and Cruz are all staring at me with concerned expressions. Dammit, I got lost thinking about her again. I make a mental note to pay attention and not spend so much time obsessing over someone who lied to me.

  “Sorry, dude. Did you ask me something?” I apologize to the group as a whole.

  Jude relaxes slightly and leans back in his chair with his arms crossed. “You need to call her.”

  I glare at him. “I’m not calling her.”

  He frowns and glares back. Liam grimaces and starts, “Dade…” I hold up my hand to cut him off. He sighs.

  I’m not having this discussion again. I am not calling her. Fuck that.

  Cruz stares at me. His light eyes are compassionate, but then they harden. “Look, Dade. I know you’re pissed. You have a right to be. She didn’t tell you her real name, but you weren’t entirely honest with her either.” I glare at him. He glares back and purses his lips. “She thought you left her high and dry. Yeah, she didn’t tell you who she was or what she was, but she didn’t know who you were either. You’re both at fault!”

  Jessie butts in. “He’s right, man. She didn’t know you were famous. You didn’t know she was going to be Clove’s doctor. Who would have guessed you two lived in the same fucking town?! You’ve been moping around for months because you couldn’t find this chick and she’s right here! You’re still moping and you’re moody as shit. You need to man up and call the chick!”

  I glare at all of them. I love them, but no. They are wrong. “I appreciate the gang up, but y’all need to mind your own business!”

  Jude mutters, “You are our business, Dade. You’re our friend and you’re pissed off and hurting and to be honest man, you kind of suck right now.”

  Slapping the table, I snap out, “Seriously?! Are you seriously on my ass right now about sucking, Jude?! You moped for years when you lost Lexi. YEARS! You were a miserable asshole who dragged all of us down, but we supported you and had your back. And now because I was thrown for a loop a week ago, you’r
e all on my ass! I can’t believe you fuckers.”

  Cruz shakes his head. “Dade, stop man. We love you. No one is attacking you, so calm down. We head to New York in a week and all we’re saying is you can’t be glowering at the world when we do. You look miserable. You act miserable. We just want you to get your head right, so yeah, we’re in your business. You need to talk to her. Even if it’s just to tell her to fuck off, you both need to say shit to each other. It’s festering and it’s affecting everyone.”

  I glower at him, but I understand he’s right. Snapping at these guys is not the answer. They’re not who I’m pissed at.

  “I’m sorry. I know. I just don’t know if I can talk to her and not explode.”

  Liam nods. “I saw you in the hall with her, man. You kissed her like she was a juicy steak and you were on death row eating your last meal. She meant something to you. I live with you. I know what’s up.”

  Rolling my eyes at him, I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah. She meant something. She was a great lay.”

  Jude glares. “If she was just a good lay, then you wouldn’t be Doctor Downer right now. And that comment is so completely out of character for you that you just proved my point!”

  I mutter, “Why do you have to bring a doctor into it?!”

  Jessie laughs and points at me. “Me ‘thinketh another one is on the line.”

  Liam grins. “If so, that makes four!”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m not on any line.”

  Everyone looks at Cruz. He puts his hands up in defiance. “Nope. Not me. Sorry to disappoint, but that is not going to happen.”

  Everyone laughs. I see the kitchen door open and Jude’s wife, Lexi walks out with a tray. I can’t wait to see what she’s got for us today.

  She stops at the table and leans down to kiss Jude. Jessie grabs the tray as Jude pulls her into his lap. She laughs in delight.

  The bell chimes and Jessie and Liam look toward it and their faces light up. I turn, knowing who I’ll see. Bradi, Blue, and Clove walk in. Liam gets up and rounds the table so he can kiss Clove, my baby sister and his fiancée. She’s about six months pregnant now and she’s showing nicely. She looks gorgeous pregnant.