by Dark Angel
I almost drop my phone in shock. I knew they caught on what I meant.
Ugh.
Okay, I have bad habits that I’m trying to break, but change doesn’t happen overnight. I’ve lived my entire life this way.
All my life, I’ve been the overachiever, the honor student, the valedictorian—and now the owner of a fairly successful business.
I see in black and white. Trying to toss in color is hard.
I am trying, though. I swear.
“Fuck, this place is gorgeous,” I say the moment we walk between the doors. Fifty feet in front of us is the beach, vibrant blue waves crashing on the shore, the salty ocean spray hitting my face, and the sound of island drums overwhelming all my senses.
This resort is the kind you see in all the best travel magazines. I need to catch my breath for a moment.
“I could live here forever!” I exclaim.
I hear a giggle come from very nearby.
I look around for where that annoying sound came from.
Was that…
No.
I do not giggle.
I have never, ever done something like that. Not even back when it was acceptable did I make those childish noises. Was that…
Me?
Spencer laughs, pointing out the different places for the guest to enjoy within the resort.
“Look at those waves crashing,” Spencer whistles. “And check out that party over there on the beach. We have a daily luau for the guests.” He looks at me to watch my reaction. “There are five bars on the property, a full-service gym, three Olympic-size pools, and a concert venue. Rad, yeah?”
I pull my phone out for some pictures, but the moment I do, Derek jerks the phone out of my hand, holding it like a carrot in front of me.
“These pictures better be for memories of your first vacation—and not for research, you sneaky bird. There will be no work at all for you,” Derek says.
Dammit!
How do they know me so well? And in such a short period? I’m trying to break myself from the past, but it’s incredibly hard.
I almost sigh, but catch myself the moment it builds inside. I don’t like to lie to anyone, but I feel as though I must fib a little bit.
Grabbing my phone back from him, I take a few more photos.
“These are for my memory book. I promise!” I smile.
But what he doesn’t know is I have my fingers crossed, so the lie doesn’t count. That’s how it works right?
When no one is looking, Derek swats his hand on my ass—a small, sharp pop catching my attention. Instantly, my panties are soaking wet.
“What the fuck was that for?” I ask, but all I can think is how bad I want him to fuck me senseless again.
“Oh, I think you know what for—and just how far it can get with us, right, love?” Derek asks.
“I know!”
I slip the phone back into the small coach purse that hangs from my shoulder, wishing for a moment that they would ram me right here on the beach.
“So! It’s always five o’clock somewhere. How about some drinks?” Spencer asks.
I nod, needing that drink right now more than anything. Maybe it will cool me down, but really, that’s doubtful. These men have ignited a fire inside of me that I know will never fade.
Derek and Spencer order beers, but when the bartender looks at me, without thinking, I stick my foot in my mouth.
“I would like sex on the beach, please.”
I turn bright red the moment I say it.
“Er, a sex on the beach,” I correct myself.
I have never had that particular drink before, but I read on the plane that it was quite popular.
“Later, if you’re a good girl,” Spencer whispers, grinning.
“Well, aren’t you just naughty today,” Derek smirks.
The bartender hands me my drink, and I can’t get the straw in my mouth fast enough. Maybe that’ll keep me quieter.
“I’ll have to remember that,” I say after a deep sip, winking at them both.
Since the moment I met these men, my life has changed. I never knew sex could be so good with anyone, let alone four of them.
Every man I had ever had sex in the past didn’t care if I came, but they did. Have you ever had men want to please you?
I turn my back to the bar, leaning against it and watching everything going on around us. Maybe it won’t be so hard to let work go for a day or two—but then again, I want to find out how much revenue this bar brings in.
“Stop it, Juju,” Spencer says. He knows me too well.
Without warning, Derek sighs, lifts me into his arms, then walks to the edge of the pool.
I’m screaming gleefully as I meet the water, my sex on the beach going in with me.
“That should keep her distracted for a minute, don’t you think, Spencer?”
Derek laughs as they both order another drink.
Chapter 12
Spencer
“Whoa, did you see those waves breaking today?” I exclaim, as I step into the lobby, soaking wet from my morning ride. There’s nothing better than starting your day surfing huge waves.
Well, that and riding a hot little ass.
I shake my head, spraying water across the lobby like a family dog, sending a group of girls running in a chorus of squeals. It brings a grin to my face. A little ocean water never hurt anyone, but it’s always cute to see.
“Sorry, Babes. I just tore up some gnarly waves out there and forgot a towel.” I say with a laugh.
The girls smile flirtatiously as they walk away, and I appreciate the view for sure, but I couldn’t care less. I have bigger fish to fry.
Speaking of the hot fish…ah, wait, that’s not the right expression.
I don’t care, though. Julia is up early, and my dick is instantly hard. Fuck, am I always going to get a stiffy when she walks into a room?
“Good morning, Spencer,” she says.
“Hey there, Jules. Sleep good?”
She scowls at the nickname, but I merely grin. I like being the one who gets under her skin.
I know she hates it, but why use her real name when I can pump her up with a little slip of the tongue every now and then?
“I slept too well, if that’s even possible,” she mutters.
Damn, she has my dick pressing against these swim trunks. I’m pretty sure every patron in here can see my hard-on. There’s no way she hasn’t noticed the obvious bulge in my trunks, either.
The way her shorts hug her shapely legs and the thin white t-shirt she’s wearing sends me back to last night and the sex on the beach drink she ordered. Goal numero uno.
“I have a ton of stuff arranged for you today. First is breakfast, followed by a massage on the beach. Imagine, babe: the sound of the ocean and the feeling of the salt water on your naked skin. Just wait. You’ll fucking love it!”
I can’t get the image of her naked on the beach out of my head. If I don’t chill out, everyone in this fucking lobby will see my massive cock standing at attention.
“I ordered you breakfast already. If you follow this path right here, it’ll lead you to the dining room. Just let ‘em know I sent you. See you in about ten minutes, Julie babe.”
She rolls her eyes as she follows the direction I’m pointing at.
I know how it affects her when I call her the wrong name. She may look annoyed, but I know she loves it.
I’m sure her little cunt is soaked and ready to be fucked—but she has to experience all the resort’s services first. Making her wait will get her begging for me to bury my 12-inch cock inside her.
Once she’s out of sight, I rush out to my office to grab a shower. Then I slip on a pair of khaki shorts, a classic island print shirt, and a nice pair of flip-flops.
Not everyone can have this for office wear, but then again, I’m not everyone! I comb my fingers through my hair and spray on a little beach-scented fragrance.
My colleagues wear hundred-dollar colognes. But me? I prefer some
thing that compliments both my natural scent and my hobby. None of that musky shit.
And it works. The chicks love it.
I join Julia for breakfast fifteen minutes later. The one thing about me that everyone knows is I’m never on time. Fashionably late is my real style.
My mom says I’ll even be late to my own funeral. She’s probably right about that one, but, hey, life is meant to be lived, not sped through.
I drop in the seat across from Julia and grab an apple off the table along with a bagel. That’s enough for me right now.
Plus, the only thing I’m really hungry for is Julia’s tight little pussy. I’m almost salivating at the thought of her sitting on my face.
“You smell nice. Very much like the ocean,” Julia says.
Told you.
I nod, stuffing my face with the bagel. A morning swim burns as many calories as a late-night fuck.
“So, are you enjoying your vacation so far, Jules?”
After saying that, I realize she needs a better nickname. I mean, I call Derek ‘Double-oh-seven’ after all. He usually gets pissed when I say it, but that’s half the reason why I do it.
“JULIA! Say it with me, Spencer. J-U-L-I-A!” Julia says, glaring as she spells out her name.
“I dunno. I don’t like it,” I say, smiling wide.
She frowns, and I know I’ve caught her off guard.
“You don’t like it? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I need something better to call you,” I say with a shrug. “Ask the guys; it’s my thing. But for you…it’s different. You need more than a nickname. More like…a pet name of sorts.”
She blushes.
I pretend to think for a moment, but I already have the name in my head.
“Sweets.”
“I’m sorry?” she says, slightly taken aback.
“I’m gonna call you ‘Sweets’. You’re sassy and serious but definitely sweet on the inside.”
“I—” she starts, but I hold up a finger to silence her.
I lower my eyes, and she blushes even more.
“You’ll respond to it, too, okay?”
She nods slowly.
Now that’s exactly what I wanted to see. A sweet little girl like her becoming putty in my hands.
“So, you ready for that massage? You seem a little tense today. I think you need to unwind.”
Julia tosses her napkin on the plate, tucks her purse under her arm, and nods her head. As she turns her head away, I catch her biting her lip.
Just that little hint of submission sets me ablaze. It’s all I can do to stop myself from jumping her right now.
For a moment, I imagine shoving all the food off the table and eating her pussy instead. Only then will I finally be able to get a proper breakfast.
I shake my head. This girl has me thinking about nothing but sex when she’s around.
I stand up, toss my napkin on the table, and look at Julia. “Let’s go. You have a noon appointment for a rub down,” I say as I extend a hand to pull her up.
She takes my arm when I offer it, and both of us walk toward the spa on the beach.
“We have a full-service spa inside, but I arranged for you to have your massage here. We have one that doesn’t allow kids. You know, for when people get freaky.”
I tease her, but it’s true. Guests here are known for fucking right there on the sand.
Our clients love the amenities we offer. They never have to leave the resort to get everything they need.
We arrive at the spa, where Julia is immediately taken to the back so she can change into a robe. When she comes out, she’s greeted with a mimosa.
She already seems more relaxed than when she first came here. This place has that effect on people. I know that if I didn’t have to be in New York for business, I would never leave this resort.
“Wow, they take good care of people here. Do they do this for everyone or just me because I’m a friend?” she asks.
I shake my head. She’s asking questions again, but I don’t find this one to be punishment-worthy.
“Everyone. We take care of everyone here. It’s always like this. We spare nothing when it comes to our customers’ comfort.”
I want her to know that she’s special—but so is everyone else. That’s why our clients always come back.
I take a seat across from her as the staff helps her up the table. A towel is draped over her ass.
Fuck, my dick is so hard right now. It’s fucking twitching. I cross my legs, but I can’t help myself.
The masseuse, a young girl, pours a significant amount of sweet almond oil on Julia’s back, making her skin glisten.
The sight makes my cock stiff. If not for the girl, I would’ve lubed up my dick and taken Julia’s ass right here.
“Feel good?” I ask instead.
“Oh god, I’m in heaven,” she moans, her body going completely limp as she rests on the table.
The noises she’s making is tempting me to drive the masseuse off for real so I can show Julia what that sort of teasing does to a man.
I don’t, though. The one thing I want before I fuck her is for her to know that this time here is for her to relax and enjoy herself.
When the massage girl isn’t looking, I adjust my dick in my shorts again. Julia is going to get it so fucking hard when we’re finally alone. I need to feel her body bouncing on mine.
I watch as her fingers stretch out on the bed. She digs her pink nails into the padded mattress below her a few times.
The way the sun catches her glistening skin starts to mesmerize me. I find myself wanting to spend more time with her.
I lean back in my chair, watching a sexy woman getting her body professionally worked over.
I’m getting a little impatient, but she needs the massage. Plus, I have the entire vacation to pound her hard anyway. We all know the wait just makes it that much better.
Chapter 13
Julia
The luau is fantastic, but with all the drinks I’ve consumed, it’s all starting to go to my head. I’m a bit loopy, sure, but that’s not the real worry.
No, the problem is I’m insanely horny. Both Derek and Spencer are at fault for that. They keep grabbing my tits and my ass—and in full view of everyone, too!
I’m sure that I’m the envy of all the women here, the ones stuck with one man forever. I have two of the hottest men in the world wanting to please me in every way possible.
Derek leans into me while I finish my fourth drink, his teeth tugging the lobe of my ear. “We’re leaving now to go to your room. As soon as you walk in, get naked and on your knees for us.”
I almost drop my drink when his seductive English accent lays down the instructions.
Fuck.
I’m covered in goosebumps from head to toe, nervously anticipating what they have planned for me tonight. Last time I was with them, Killian and Xane took part in the action, all four of them using my holes to pleasure their cocks.
One thing I found out that day was that sex isn’t boring. It’s not vanilla, and it’s not something you do just because a man wants it to happen. I orgasmed so many times that day, I didn’t even know that was possible.
The three of us make the short walk back to my room together, Derek on my right and Spencer on my left. I feel penetrating looks when couples walk by. It’s not the men, but the women who seem to be a little taken aback. Maybe they’re jealous of me, or maybe they wonder why both men are cupping my ass.
I push the keycard in, realizing my hand is shaking. I find myself craving the two of them so bad. My pussy is soaking wet, and honestly has been all day.
I never say a word once inside of my hotel room. Walking over to pull the blinds, Spence stops me, and he opens them fully, along with the sliding glass doors.
My face turns pale, and I bite my lip when I realize that he wants people to hear us. I am so fucking wet right now.
Without a word, I pull off my dress and lay it on th
e bed along with my silk panties. I roll them into a ball to hide the fact that they are soaking wet. I remember what I’m supposed to do.
Getting down on my knees in front of them both, I can’t stop shaking. I’m shivering so hard that my muscles ache.
“You’re a good girl, Sweets,” Spencer says.
Sweets. I kinda like it.
I’ve never enjoyed pet names until today. It just sounds right when he calls me by that.
My lashes flutter as I watch them both undress in front of me. Stripping off their clothing, they both claim their cocks with their hands, stroking slowly in front of my face. The juices in my mouth increase, causing me to salivate.
I want to taste them. I need to. Again.
Wow, has this ever happened to anyone else? The absolute need to suck a dick so desperately that you’re almost drooling?
“Do you want his cock, Julia?” Derek places his hand on the back of my head, nodding to Spencer to come forward. Just knowing how they arranged this has me whimpering.
I’m aching to suck his dick. I even want him to fuck my face with that massive prick. That’s a thought that’s never crossed my mind before.
“Open wide, Sweets,” Spencer says as he rubs the head across my lips.
I open wide, using the tip of my tongue to lure his cock deeper inside of my mouth. Fuck, this is what going to heaven feels like. Heaven must be the place where the soul gets everything it has ever desired.
And I can’t imagine anything better right now than spending time with these two men except maybe the other day with all four of them.
Spencer pushes his cock inside of my mouth. My jaws stretch to take his massive cock.
I love the force of his fuck. He seems to know exactly what to do for me at just the right time. His cock has needs, and he can tell I want to fulfill every one.
I was brought here for just that.
Would this be offensive to the average girl? It’s not to me.
Derek lifts my hips up, burying his face in my pussy. That tongue is pressing inside of my walls, licking me as deep as possible. I want to spread my legs till my hips hurt, but I’m not in the right position.
Derek slips two fingers inside of my pussy, curling them in a come hither motion, massaging my G-spot. The moment he does, the juices pour down my inner thighs. With a massive cock in my mouth, I cum with a force I have never felt.
