by Brianna Cash
“Fine.” I sigh, pulling him along anyway. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. But for God’s sake, please let me get you somewhere we can be alone.”
His head tilts slightly to the side. “Where did you have in mind?”
I did some exploring my first morning here. No one else was awake, and I was bored out of my mind, so I wandered the resort, finding out where everything was and traveling farther, discovering secrets they probably don’t want the guests to know about. Like the little shack that was a bar at one time, way off the beaten path. They probably shut it down due to lack of popularity.
Pulling him down the beach, I find the trail I’m pretty sure will lead us there, keeping my fingers metaphorically crossed and my mouth shut. When it comes into view, hidden in the palm trees on the overgrown trail, he pulls on my hand, so he can step in front of me. He cautiously opens the door that has a faded sign I’m imagining reads Employees Only in whatever language the natives speak. Owen’s too big for me to see around, so I squeeze in next to him, peering through the darkness. “Will this work?”
He gives the space a careful inspection, then grabs an old, dirty towel to push the cobwebs off a section of the bar. “It’s not ideal.”
He leans against the clean-ish counter, pulling me against his body and grazing his hand across my ass before leaning down to kiss me again. The ocean is still loud, but it’s in the distance now, and there’s no other noise that isn’t coming from us or some exotic animal.
“No sex, then.” I suck in a rough breath as he pushes a finger inside me, his lips on my neck. “We can still get each other off...” My suit gets shoved off my right boob and his lips close around my nipple. I sink my fingers into his wet hair, letting my head fall back. “Ease the ache…until later.”
Those blue eyes flash in defiance, like maybe he doesn’t like that idea. Like maybe he’ll have sex with me here just because I told him we wouldn’t. Like maybe he’s at that point where he doesn’t give a shit where it happens, it just needs to fucking happen already.
“What’re you doing to me?” He shakes his head as I reach between us, making sure he didn’t get soft on me. Nope, still very hard. I can work with this. I can work with his beautiful cock all day long.
“Nothing yet,” I smile. “But I intend to fix that.”
He spins us around, pushing my back against the counter and towering over me, his eyes dark and conflicted as he grips my hips and devours me with his mouth. His hands push my bottoms down my hips, then grabs the tie on my top. I wrap my arms around his neck, offering no resistance as he strips me of my suit, only making sure our lips are locked and our tongues are as tangled as can be.
“How do you want to do this?” He bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he waits for my answer. His hands are busy getting rid of those shorts that were only ever in my way.
I roll my eyes, tired of him always asking me, wanting him to just do it, instead. “Right here, like this.”
“Get on the counter.” His demand is quiet as he leans into me, pressing his bare dick against my belly. I groan at the implication of what’s going to happen and jump onto the counter. He stares at my jiggling boobs until they stop, then sucks one deep into his mouth, bending me backward, forcing me to cling to him for support.
“Owen…” The throb between my legs is so intense it hurts. I need him in a way I don’t remember needing anyone. Last night and this morning were nothing but a tease, a temptation I could never resist. And I’ve always been an instant gratification kind of girl.
He lifts his head, fusing his mouth with mine again, his hands busy between my legs, but not on me. He’s rolling the condom on, thank God. Then he’s sliding the head of his dick between my folds, along my slit, hitting my clit repeatedly, making me whimper into his mouth each time. Done with any and all types of foreplay, I grab his hand, positioning him at my entrance and spreading my legs wider, wanting him inside me even more than I want to bottle his kisses.
“Ready?”
His eyes are on mine.
I don’t hesitate.
“So ready.”
He pushes in slow. He watches me closely, and I try to maintain eye contact, but he’s filling me so full, it’s like he’s going to break me in half. And it feels so good. I never imagined the thing that might break me would feel so. Fucking. Good.
“Sadie?” he asks as soon as he loses my eyes. I clutch his shoulders, forcing them back open, my chest heaving, my heart pounding, my mind shutting down.
“Don’t stop,” is all I manage in reply, and I moan as he pushes in more, stretching me to my limit, my entire body suddenly feeling way too small for him. “God. Please don’t stop.”
He pulls out, just a little, just enough to create some movement, some friction, and I groan as he slowly fills me again.
Over and over, he rocks into me, so slowly I feel like we’ll never find release. That’s ok, though, because he feels so fucking good. His eyes are still locked on mine, and our bodies are working together in a way that seems as old as time. But it’s new and exhilarating, because this is Owen, and who the hell knew he could not only kiss me like he does, but fuck me like this?
Yesterday, I thought this little shack was a hidden treasure.
Now, I know the hidden treasure is Owen, the guy I see every day at work, who’s always been polite and kind. The same one who’s also grumpy when he first wakes up, sleepy on the warm beach, and who gets me so hot and wet, I’d literally get down on my knees and beg for the opportunity to get his cock inside me if it came to that.
“You ok with more?”
More? What the hell is more?
I simply nod, too overcome to speak.
As long as it’s with Owen, I’m ready for anything. Anything he wants to do to me or with me. I’m more than willing.
More means faster. Deeper. More intense.
More means he’s ready to make me lose my mind.
I cry out with each thrust—a whimper, a word, a moan. I have no idea what leaves my mouth, but each time he bottoms out inside me, I feel it in my gut. I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my very soul, and I pray that whatever noises are coming from me are encouraging, because I don’t want him to stop. I want Owen to fuck me and kiss me until the end of time. Why bottle shit this good when I can do it, instead?
“Sadie.” He draws my attention back to his eyes, to the way he’s been searching my soul as well as pounding into it and driving me to the brink of oblivion with each pump of his hips.
“Uh-huh,” I answer, bouncing from the impact of his thrust, too lost to form actual words, the pressure inside me building to a level I’ve never experienced.
“I’m never going to be able to look at you the same.”
“I know,” I confess breathlessly, pulling his face to mine right before I tip over that edge. He covers my mouth with his, swallowing the groan he pulls from me, holding me tight as I shake and tremble, lost to everything except him.
Owen
I got her there.
Again.
In just over twelve hours, I’ve given her three orgasms.
And this is only the first time I’ve been inside her.
On the beach, I woke up to Eli and Rob joking about how much Sadie is going to teach me, like I’m still a virgin who knows nothing. As Sadie said, I’m not innocent. Is it largely due to my perfectionist attitude, which I’m slowly losing from talking with SD and feeling more secure with myself as a person? Most likely. But other than Penny’s comment that things were routine, I haven’t had any complaints.
Things may have been routine, but even Penny can’t say that routine wasn’t good.
And Sadie’s perfect score was an ego trip of a compliment.
Sadie sighs, blinking at me with a relaxed, sated expression. One I’ll never forget or get tired of. She laughs, the act making her muscles twitch around my dick, and I push into her again.
She closes her eyes, obviously enjoying how
well we fit together. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, kinda,” I admit, sliding lazily in and out of her, not wanting to rush her, but ready for her to perk up and help me get there, now that she’s come so hard for me.
Again.
Not that me getting there will be difficult, I just want to know what else she wants before that happens.
She laughs at my confession, her hands tugging gently in my hair, silently asking me to kiss her again. Sadie loves to kiss. I don’t know if it’s me or in general, but she’s easily the best kisser I’ve ever had the pleasure of locking lips with. I dip my mouth back to hers, hoping it’ll get her ready to help push me toward filling this condom.
“You should be.” She smiles, pulling away and looking between us. She reaches down, gripping me around the base of my dick as I pull almost all the way out, then meeting my eyes as I slide back into her hand and her heat. “What’s next? Switch positions? Should I suck you off? You want to come on my tits? What will get you there?”
I groan, imaging all of the above and so many more scenarios I’d love to play out with her. But first, I want to know what she wants, what gets her hot, what gets her wet, what makes her moan. I know some of it, and she already came, yeah, but there’s still a lot I don’t know, and I really want her to enjoy every second I’m inside her. “What do you want?”
She bites her cheek, meeting my eyes and letting me see her uncertainty before quietly voicing her desires. “I want you to use me.”
“You want me to use you?” I slowly reiterate, pulling out of her entirely, even as her hand tries to keep me inside.
“Yes.” Her voice is harder, more sure, more confident. “You want to know why?”
I close my eyes and nod, avoiding her gaze. I don’t know if I can stop myself from judging her about this.
“I want you to use me because you want me so much, you lose control and can’t stop yourself. I want you to stop asking what I want and take what you want, because I’m offering you everything while we’re here. I want you to want me, anywhere, everywhere, no matter who’s around, or if it’s inappropriate. We agreed to no judgments. Stop overthinking this and tell me what you want… Then take it from me.”
Christ...
I cautiously open my eyes and find hers. “Is that how you want me?”
She smiles, pulling me back between her legs. “I was ok using a bathroom to get you inside me, Owen.”
Isn’t worrying about me and not her something girls hate? I’ve never been with anyone who wanted me to lose control. I’ve never been with anyone who even asked what I wanted. It’s always been about her, whoever I was with at that point in time.
Sadie said she’s offering me everything while we’re here.
Does that mean she’s honestly not going to judge me?
Going with my gut, I blurt out what I want before I change my mind. “Turn around.”
Hopping off the counter, she smirks at me, running her hand lightly up and down my sheathed erection as she presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. Then she spins around and bends over, leaning on the counter and wiggling that glorious ass for me.
“Fuck me,” she urges as I step behind her. My dick disappears inside her body, and I groan at the sight I’ve never seen before because I was so busy watching the girl’s face to gauge what she liked.
I have no idea if Sadie likes what we’re doing, or if the noises leaving her throat are genuine or fake. But she wants me to take what I want. She wants me to stop overthinking. She wants me to stop worrying about her.
If that’s what she really wants, I’ll give it to her.
Grabbing those tanned, perfect hips, I drive into her, again and again, harder and faster, chasing my own release, trying to have no regard as to whether she’s going to get there again.
But the sound of her anguished whimpers invade my ears anyway.
And she’s very enthusiastically encouraging me.
Apparently, what I want is something that makes her climb that ladder to ecstasy as well.
“Owen,” she cries out, begging me and praising me at the same time. I yank her hips toward me as I thrust hard, slamming into her farther than humanly possible and holding myself there, savoring the feel of her muscles trying to pull me deeper, the heat of her as she surrounds me, the sight of her in front of me. The counter is holding most of her weight, so I grab her leg, lifting it and wrapping it around my waist, knowing she won’t fall. She moans at the new depth I’m able to get in this position. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
“You like that?” I pull almost all the way out and plow into her again, filling her just as deep, just as hard, and it’s just as good.
“Hell, yes.”
I moan as she wiggles her hips with me still buried to the hilt inside her. She manages to do it without letting me slide out even a fraction of an inch.
She leans back, pushing me deeper still, then slides slightly forward as she looks over her shoulder and gives me a dirty demand. “Do it again.”
We create a rhythm, a dance, a moaning-thrusting-holding dance, both of us getting more and more worked up, until I can’t hold back any longer. Until I use her exactly as she requested. Until I fuck her without thought, without reason, without apology; until I’m coming in her so hard, grunting and driving into her without a care in the world as I find a place where everything is right and good and exactly as it should be.
I try to catch my breath, collapsing on top of her and gulping air as fast as I can while she pants beneath me. Her inner walls are still clenched around my dick, and I chuckle breathlessly. I made her come again. Inexperienced Owen made the sexy seductress Sadie come twice the first time we ever had sex.
She also taught me a thing or two, though.
I’ve never let go like that before. Never given in to my urges and let myself take whatever I wanted. I was always too worried about if she would get off, if she liked what we were doing, if she was into it, if there was something I could do to make it better for her. But damn... That was amazing. And Sadie enjoyed it just as much as I did.
Standing up, I take care of the condom, my gaze never leaving her as she jumps up and turns around to face me. A hopeful smile is painted on her lips, and her eyes are lit up with a question.
I tell her what she hopes to hear. It’s the absolute truth.
“That was a ten, Sadie. A perfect Goddamned ten.”
She slams her mouth against mine, letting it linger. She’s laughing as she pulls away, in no rush to find her clothes, happy to just be with me in what could’ve easily been an awkward moment.
“Right back at ya, Owen. I guess you really are that lucky.”
Chapter 18
Owen
The rest of the day passes in a blur. I spend all of it either trying to get inside Sadie again, or thinking about being inside her. Or joking with her using secret innuendos our company doesn’t quite understand.
On our way through the resort to the buffet for lunch, we passed a restroom and she eyed me with mischief and a wicked smile. Then led me off the trail, where I took her in the damn bathroom, just because I could, and she’s irresistible, and she wanted it, too. We part ways after lunch so she can go to some tasting thing with Alena, and when she comes back to me a couple hours later in our room, she’s a tipsy mess as she asks me to join her for a nap.
I let my hands roam, and she was very ok with it, but she still fell asleep, actually napping and wanting me to spoon her. When she woke up, she apologized profusely. With her mouth on my dick. Of course, I returned the favor, and after her frantic release, she climbed on top of me and used me in the best sense of the word.
Those condoms were worth every penny. I’m very aware of the fact that we’re out and the gift shop closes soon. After convincing her to put her clothes back on by telling her what I had in mind, I held her hand and led her to the gift shop, where I refused to take any chances and bought two of those little three packs. If we only h
ave this weekend, we’re not going to miss out on any opportunities simply because we weren’t as prepared as we should’ve been.
She dragged me to the room, so she would make sure I got my money’s worth. But the group pounded on the door, inviting us to dinner before she could get me out of my shorts. She kept me busy after dinner, though. And well into the night down on the deserted beach, the waves covering the sounds of us coming together in the moonlight. And early the next morning, our movements slow, lazy, tired, and sweet. Which was a surprising side of her that I loved seeing.
She has me to the point where I don’t even think about what I want. I move her into position without asking if it’s ok. I trust her to tell me if she doesn’t want or like something, and so far, she’s not only liked everything we’ve done, but very thoroughly enjoyed every second.
Yesterday afternoon, I lost count of how many times she’s come for me.
I’ve also lived out a couple fantasies that have been slinking around the corners of my mind. Slinking in the corners, because they were far too dirty to let myself consciously think about them. And very late last night, when I barked out the demand that she get on her knees and beg to suck my dick, it took everything I had to keep my expression from turning into a regretful apology in the next blink of an eye.
I stood there, frozen, waiting for her to give me a piece of her mind.
But she did it...
She dropped to her knees without a second’s hesitation and begged to suck my dick.
Never did I think Sadie would be begging anyone, especially me.
Now that she has, the last thing I want is to go back to normal and never hear it again. I didn’t know who she was when I agreed to that. I didn’t know she was my SD. I didn’t know she was the person who was pushing me out of my comfort zones in more ways than just writing. I didn’t know she was starting to want me as something more than the person she texts when she needs advice from a good person.
“Today is Sunday,” she whines as I get out of bed. This morning, I understand what she’s trying to tell me with that statement. We’re out of time. We have to go our separate ways, back to our routines, and tomorrow, at work, we’re supposed to act like nothing happened between us.
