by Avery Flynn
He moved inside her again—not leisurely as before but harder, faster, more demanding. Again and again he plunged inside of her, making sure the heel of his hand rubbed against her swollen clit in quick rotations. The warm air in the cabana smelled of her sweet scent and sizzled with electric anticipation. Onlookers outside the see-through curtains had stopped their quiet conversations, drinks forgotten, as they watched. No longer aware or not giving a damn, Bianca was lost in the moment as she writhed against him in time with his fast fingers.
“Say it.”
She tensed in his arms, her spine bowing. “I’m yours,” she shouted as her orgasm washed over his fingers and then she melted back against him.
Scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed, he marveled at the extent of her trust in him, even after everything that had happened; it overwhelmed him.
This was love. She may still be fighting it, but he’d given in months ago. He’d never been good with words or feelings or anything resembling something that would happen in a chick flick, but if he had to bare his soul to her to get her to understand that he wasn’t going anywhere—ever—then he’d figure out a way to do it.
That would be later. Now, he was going to show her.
Bianca
Surfacing after an orgasm that had turned her to melted butter, Bianca blinked her eyes open and stretched out on the bed, the cream sheets soft under her back. A languid satisfaction filled her, but didn’t dispose the deep yearning for Taz thrumming through her.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching her, as he slowly stroked his hard cock. The sight sent a thrill flashing through her, soaking her pussy and setting off a tingle that extended from her clit to the rest of her body. The wanting was almost as good as the orgasm itself—almost. He was a very talented man with magical fingers—not to mention the rest of him.
“I like the looks of that,” she said, rolling over and crawling toward him.
He put a hard grip on his dick as he stroked toward the swollen head, squeezing out a fat drop of pre-cum. “Ready for more?”
She stopped at the edge of the bed and glanced up at him through her thick lashes. “You have no idea.” Keeping her gaze locked on his handsome face, tight with need, she licked up the drop with the tip of her tongue.
He inhaled a sharp breath as she swallowed his cock, letting him fill her mouth. Flicking her tongue around his girth as she pressed forward and pulled back, she relished the blissfully tortured groans he made and the nonsensical encouragement falling from his lips. She didn’t have anything to rub against, but couldn’t help but rotate her hips in time with her mouth’s actions. God, nothing got her as hot as sucking this man’s cock and giving him the same near-blinding pleasure he lavished on her.
Balancing on her knees, she reached around behind him, sank her fingernails into the muscular curve of his ass and pulled him forward until his balls hit her chin. The crown tittered, but she had little use for them. They could watch. She didn’t care.
This wasn’t about the gawkers. This was about her and Taz. It always had been. Ever since the moment she’d walked into Devil’s Dip Gym, they’d been on a crash course to each other. Finding him that night at the Bisu Manor orgy during her search for Gidget had only pushed them together faster. The speed of it all scared her then. It still scared her. And when Tamara had shown up, she was the physical manifestation of Bianca’s fears of once again being left heartbroken and alone.
Flicking her gaze up to Taz’s face as she sucked him deep, she took in the strained line of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw and the absolute devotion in his eyes. Her heartbeat tripped.
He’d needed her to declare publicly she was his, but that was only because he was already hers. Whether they knew the names of each other’s childhood imaginary friends or their favorite kind of eggs, it didn’t matter. It was just information that would come out eventually during the course of a lifetime spent together. It may have taken her almost the entire day since Tamara showed up to come to the heart of it, but her natural stubbornness had mixed with her bone-deep hurt had blocked her from that realization until she could no longer fight the truth of it.
He stepped back, pulling out of her mouth. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Everything. She had no fucking idea. What she did know was that now wasn’t the time to figure it out.
He caressed her check with his palm and dragged the rough pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Warmth that had nothing to do with lust or the heated breeze coming in off the ocean wrapped around her. Before he could voice the question she saw lurking in his eyes, she drew him down to the bed beside her. The people watching them from the other side of the cabana’s curtained walls didn’t just not matter. They didn’t even fucking exist.
She pushed him onto his back and planted her knees on either side of his corded thighs. Running her palms over his iron-hard abs, she positioned herself so that her center hovered directly above his hard cock but didn’t touch it. It was the sweetest agony to be so close to him and not give in, but she wanted to show him what she couldn’t say, and she was going to take her time.
She lowered her face and kissed her way up his tight stomach muscles to his nipple and lapped at the flat, dusky nub, drawing him into her mouth and sucking. His moan filled the cabana, and he wriggled beneath her, bringing his dick into direct contact with her.
After taking one last loving lick, she continued her upward journey, lavishing attention on his defined pecs and across his broad shoulders before stretching her body so her breasts dangled an inch above his panting mouth, his humid breaths tickling her own overheated flesh.
“How much longer do you think I’m going to let you taunt me like this?” he asked, skimming his hands over her hips. “Two can play at this game.”
“Who said we’re playing?” She sat up and lowered herself so that his cock was nestled between her wet folds, sliding between them as she rocked against him but not entering her. It was both decadent and a cruel tease.
Maintaining her rhythm, she brought her hands up to her breasts.
“Yes, Kitten, play with those tits.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. She cupped them and pulled her nipples taut as she watched the swollen head of his dick extend beyond her pussy lips with each backward stroke of her hips in this naked lap dance.
“Fuck that is so sexy,” he groaned, his gaze jumping between her hands on her breasts and the head of his dick sliding against her slit. “I love it when you touch yourself but I can’t wait any longer.”
With a swiftness that left her breathless, he flipped her off him and onto her stomach. He hooked an arm under her hips and yanked her ass high. Raising herself to her elbows, she tilted her hips and spread her thighs wide, giving him the view he wanted.
“That’s it, let me look at that pretty pussy.” He slid one finger down her swollen center and then brought his finger to her mouth. “You’re dripping, Kitten. Taste it.”
Anticipation prickled her skin. She loved giving him a show, turning him on by following his orders. Rotating her head so he could better watch, she sucked her juices off his finger, mimicking the blowjob she’d given him earlier.
His eyes went darker than even the brown his colored contacts had made them, and the vein in his temple throbbed. “I’m gonna fuck you now. I’m going to slide my dick into you and fill your tight pussy up until you are begging me to finish you. Then I’m going to take this finger you sucked so well and drag it across your clit. And right when you’re about to come, I’m going to drive my cock all the way into that wet, dripping pussy and you’re going to come all over me, squeezing me until I come.”
Her core clenched, his words only emphasizing her need to be filled. “Stop talking about it and do it.”
Smack. His palm hit her right ass cheek, setting off a jolt of pleasure that zapped straight to her clit. “Better watch it or I’ll put that smart mouth to work
again and you’ll never get this cock in you.”
This was their game. The back and forth of demands and dominance that made her slick with desire. She batted her eyes with an exaggerated coyness. “I’ll be good.”
“God, I hope not.” He rubbed his thumb along her wet slit and then traced it down the crack of her ass. “Spread ’em.”
Dropping her upper body so the side of her face was against the already tangled sheets, she reached back and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. Lust running rough and ready through her, she pulled her cheeks apart.
He traced her asshole, sending sparks of need through her. “Look at that. You want that, don’t you? You want my dick deep in that ass of yours.”
All she could do was moan her agreement. She wanted him everywhere.
“Not tonight though.” The pressure of his thumb against her asshole disappeared. “I’m too greedy for your pussy tonight.”
Then the head of his cock was pushing into her pussy, stretching her, forcing her to take all of him. She closed her eyes, blocking out the awareness of all the partygoers’ eyes on her to focus on the sensation of him filling her. Pleasure rippled across her skin as he plunged deeper until she could feel his balls hitting her clit.
“That’s it, Kitten. Keep those ass cheeks apart so I can watch my dick go in and out of that tight pussy of yours.” He drove into her, his cock filling her up and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke. “That’s so fucking good.”
And it was. Jesus. Her whole body vibrated as everything inside her tightened.
His hands found her hips and he clamped on, pulling her back and forth in time with each thrust and retreat. It was hard and fast and borderline rough—just the way she liked it. In and out, he thrust deep inside of her, each stroke hitting the bundle of nerves inside her entrance and taking her higher. Pleasure built inside her, bordering on pain it was so intense. So. Damn. Good.
“I can feel that pussy of yours getting tighter,” he groaned. “Jesus. You are going to milk that come right out of me before I’m ready.”
He drove into her with such ferocity that her breasts shook. Even that slight friction of her hard nipples brushing against the cotton sheets was almost more than she could take.
“I’m so close.”
He leaned forward and grabbed her arms above the elbows, yanking her back. The new position made her breasts jut out while keeping her on her knees. The heavy globes bounced with each of his thrusts into her as Taz displayed her for the watching crowd.
“My little kitten wants to come.” He nipped at the base of her neck.
Pain. Pleasure. Didn’t matter. She wanted it all. “Yes.”
“You know what you have to do,” he said, lust roughening up the Texas twang in his voice. “Say it.”
Blind from intense pleasure, instinct and need took over. They moved together in a primal rhythm, both lost in the absolute bliss of being together—skin to skin. The tingling started low in her belly, growing and morphing within her until she couldn’t take it anymore and it exploded.
“I’m yours,” she screamed as the orgasm hit.
“Yes.” He thrust once. “You.” Twice. “Are.” Three times, before he stiffened and nearly collapsed on top of her, taking them both down to the mattress.
The crowd outside the cabana cheered the final act before turning away for their own fun and games. Bianca closed her eyes and tried to keep her fast-beating heart from escaping her rib cage as she came down from her climax and snuggled up next to the man who belonged to her just as much as she did to him.
Chapter 11
Taz
Back in the bungalow’s bathroom, Taz stared at himself in the mirror. His brown contacts were in the case on the counter. With them out, the itchy irritation and red lines crisscrossing the whites of his eyes had started to fade, but that’s not what put a heavy rock in the pit of his stomach.
It was his massively dilated pupils.
Only one thing had that effect on him. Genie’s Wish. Somehow he’d gotten dosed again.
“Fuck me.”
“I thought I already had,” Bianca said as she stood in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the doorframe.
God, she was beautiful. Even as different as she appeared with her insta-tan brown skin that had turned her peach nipples nut brown, and the honey-blonde wig, and makeup that made her face look more round, the sight of her turned his mouth desert dry. His cock thickened against his thigh. No matter what she looked like, the draw was the same for him—drugged or not.
All he wanted to do was finish this damn mission, get Gidget and take Bianca home—to their home—and now all of that was in jeopardy. If Bianca thought what had just happened between them in the cabana was just the drug, she’d shut down for good, especially if…
A cool blast of fear shot up his spine.
“Come here.” It came out harsher than he meant, but dammit, he knew what he’d find before he even looked in her big brown eyes.
“Now there’s the Mr. Bossy I know.” Bianca gave him her signature saucy smirk and sauntered over to his side.
Fisting his hands to stop from cupping her perfect tits or following the delectable curves of her strong thighs, Taz sidestepped to keep a few merciful inches between them. “Look at my eyes.”
Her pupils were dilated, but not nearly to the same extent as his own.
He couldn’t miss the moment she realized what was going on. Her eyes went wide and she let out a startled gasp.
“How?” she asked, turning her focus to her own reflection, and lowering her voice to a whisper so low he could barely hear it. “We’ve been careful. We left the windows open, kept the fan going and shut the air vents in here. Plus we haven’t even been in the room for more than ten minutes at a time.”
Searching for an answer, he brought up an image of the poolside cocktail party in his mind. Waiters everywhere carrying drinks and bite-sized food on their silver trays. Naked partygoers laughing over drinks as they watched and waited to see who would be the first to start the fun and games they’d all come to see. Four cabanas surrounding the pool. Palm trees standing sentinel on the border between the pool and the beach. Nothing that could push out the aerosol Genie’s Wish.
“Did you notice any fans at the pool?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
That’s when it hit him. “What did you drink?”
“I sipped on one of the signature cocktails, but only had maybe a third of it.”
“Was it an orange-colored fruity drink, served over ice in a hurricane glass with an umbrella sticking out?”
“That’s it.” She nodded.
That rock in his stomach turned into a boulder. “I had three.”
Her eyes went wide. “We’re on a mission.”
“I know. I took the first one just to maintain cover, but once I started it was like I couldn’t stop. I was compelled to get more, and when that Yasmin woman handed me another before telling me I should just fuck you in front of everyone—”
She flinched and her jaw went tight.
He clamped his mouth shut. Real smooth, Hazard. Way to make the woman you love think she was just another fuck. “That’s not why I approached you though. I wanted you. I always want you. I love you, Bianca.”
A sharp silence fell, slicing him down to the bone. Waiting wasn’t his strong suit. Fuck, him and patience weren’t even in the same zip code, but for Bianca? He’d wait.
Finally, she raised her pointed chin. “Look, we don’t have time for this shit right now. This whole mission is turning into one day-long dramathon and I’ve reached my limit. Let’s stick to protocol.”
Before he could respond, she pulled the encrypted cell phone out of its hiding spot in her makeup case. Her fingers flew across the keyboard.
BIANCA: CONFIRM GENIE’S WISH. NEW DELIVERY SYSTEM. DISSOLVES IN LIQUID. ODORLESS. TASTELESS.
BLACKFISH: COPY THAT. TIMELINE COMPRESSED. WE PARTY AT DAWN. GET OU
T NOW.
BIANCA: THAT’S BULLSHIT.
BLACKFISH: THAT’S LIFE
BIANCA: WE’RE NOT GOING NOT WITHOUT GIDGET.
BLACKFISH: YOUR CHOICE. CANNOT OFFER ANY COVERAGE DURING EVENT.
LEXIE: GET ME TAPPED INTO THE SECURITY FEED ASAP. WE’LL GET HER BEFORE THE PRICK TAKES HIS TEAM IN.
BIANCA: CONSIDER IT DONE.
She disconnected, powered down the phone and put it back in the makeup case’s secret compartment. “We have five hours to find Gidget. Gather what you need. We’ve got to get moving.”
Taz
Arriving right in time for the security guard’s late-night dinner break—thanks to Marko’s inside source for the intel—Taz and Bianca strolled down the hallway to the surveillance room as if they belonged there.
As Elisa had once told him, the key to running a good con was to believe your own bullshit. They’d only thrown on as much clothing as they could manage without raising eyebrows on their trip through the resort’s main lobby. Bianca had on a Barbie-pink sheer nightie that barely covered her ass and a thong. He was in boxers. If things went south and they had to bust out of there, neither of them wanted to make a break for it in the buff. Plus, the ridiculously frilly pocket on Bianca’s skirt gave them the perfect spot to store the encrypted cell phone.
Right outside the door, he pulled Bianca close and cupped her ass just in case the resort had placed any cameras in this hall since their last intel report. He rotated their bodies to block the view of the door and released his hold on her so he could pick the lock. “You ready to blow me while we watch people fuck, Kitten?”
“Whatever you want.” She leaned into him, pressing her soft tits against his chest. “You know you bring out the naughty slut in me.”
He felt the click of the lock’s tumblers.
Taking her lips in a swift, hard kiss, he turned the door knob and they spilled into the security room. The door had barely latched behind them before she pushed away from him and went straight to the wall of video monitors. She pulled her nightie down as far as she could before she went to sit down, but must have changed her mind because she ended up nudging the rolling chair to the side instead. He couldn’t blame her. Old soda bottles and crumpled tissues covered every available surface and there were a mountain of crumbs in the chair.
