I clench my teeth and manage to thrust a few more times, draining every last drop from that perfect pussy before I allow myself to fill her with everything I have. I shudder against her, the tremors rocking me to my core. I feel her everywhere.
My brain is pretty much scrambled, but not enough to ignore the realization that I never put on a condom. Shit…
“Lila,” I pant. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m sorry, I guess I just got caught up—“
“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.” She lets out a deep breath and snuggles into me.
Thank fuck for that stroke of luck.
We lie next to one another for what feels like hours, limbs entwined, bodies sweaty, spent, and still quivering with aftershocks.
“Fuck me,” she murmurs after a few moments. Her breath comes in short gasps, warm against my sensitized skin.
I rub her back, nuzzling her ear. “So, you’re ready for round two already. Good. Me, too.”
TATUM
Holy shit. Did that just happen? Did the world really just flip me upside down and back again? Did I really speak those dirty words? This anonymity thing is so fucking hot! I can be however slutty I want and it doesn’t matter! I don’t have to worry about this little tryst ending up in the papers or on some online gossip website. Nobody is going to be looking for Lila, the little tart with dark hair and hazel eyes. Nope, only Evan cares about her.
And truthfully, that’s all I really want right now…to be the center of his world, at least for the next few deliciously toe-curling hours. Although, it’s hard for me to imagine how he can possibly outdo himself the next time, and with any luck, the time after that.
I fling an arm over my eyes, letting out a breathless giggle. “Where’d you learn to do all that?”
Evan smirks and rakes a hand through his hair before lowering himself next to me on the board. “I went to Catholic school.”
“Of course. That explains everything.” I trail my fingertips down his large bicep, tracing each ridge and ripple of his muscle and then over every inch of his tattoos. “Why couldn’t we have met a week ago? Why did it have to be on our last day?”
“Come on, you’re just saying that because you wanted to get more surf time in, and I’m the only one who was able to get you to stand on that board.”
“True, I would’ve liked to have taken full advantage of your surfing expertise.”
“Is that all I’m good for?” He snickers, the dimple in his cheek deepening. “My ability to get you vertical?”
“Actually, I’m more interested in your abilities while in the horizontal position.”
“I have lots of tricks I’m sure you’ll appreciate.”
“I can’t wait to experience them.” I should be freezing. I’m naked and wet, and there is a chill in the air. But his half-hooded gaze makes my blood simmer as it courses through my body.
A strong arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close. He laces the fingers of his free hand with mine and stares at me with such intensity, it’s almost frightening. It’s a look that makes me want to tell him things, to come clean, to air my secret. But that’s fucking crazy. I know I can’t. I have too much to lose, and protecting myself at all costs is the biggest priority.
His eyes flicker with something other than pure carnal lust. And it scares the hell out of me because I can see everything so clearly in that moment. A pang in my chest reminds me I’m on borrowed time disguised as someone as fictional as every other character I’ve ever played. Fantasy can never become reality. It’s why I have a job. People want to live out the dream, so they do it vicariously through me. I’m just a portal to their perceived fantasies. Lila is a portal to mine.
My body shudders from a chill, despite the smoldering gaze pinning me to the board.
“Lila, I didn’t come to this island looking for you. I have a lot of shit going on in my life right now, and I came here to escape from it all. But meeting you makes me feel like I need to start living again.” His hand cups my chin, tilting it upward, his penetrating gaze silencing my inner turmoil for a few fleeting seconds. “I’m tired of being numb all the time. I want more. I want you.” He tucks a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “I can’t explain it, but there’s something about you, something about what happened here a few minutes ago that tells me my feelings aren’t one-sided. It’s crazy, I know, but I’m going with it. I don’t want this to be goodbye.”
A tiny gasp flees my mouth before I can suck it back in. Worst case scenario. This man, with his god-like body, panty-scorching smile, and huge heart is melting away every possible protest my mind can conjure up at this moment. A mound of imaginary cotton wads in my mouth, and I can’t choke out a single syllable. How utterly inconvenient.
I shake my head. “No,” I rasp, still struggling to push past the herd of huge-ass elephants sitting between us.
My true identity.
The big fat lie I’ve been feeding him since those first moments in the bar to protect myself.
The fear that he’ll walk away if I don’t leave first. Or worse, that he’ll stay until he gets what he wants and then takes off, leaving my shredded heart in his wake.
But despite what I know, my feelings take command of my body. I slide my leg over his hip, flipping him onto his back. “I don’t want this to end, either.” My newfound voice quivers as the words tumble from my lips.
I’m a liar, petrified of what comes next. But I can’t tear myself away, either.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers, his hands stroking the sides of my face.
“Okay.” I smile, tracing the outline of his lips before grazing them with my own. I’d always thought those romance novels I used to read were filled with such ridiculous and cliché shit like, “My heart surged when his lips caressed mine.” Maybe I just needed to find the right lips because surge is a damn understatement judging by the way I feel right now.
I squint at the deserted beach. Night has settled into the sky, but the millions of bright and shiny stars make it glow as if the day is just beginning. It’s so quiet and peaceful, away from all of the noise of everyday life. I didn’t realize just how loud my life was until this week.
Evan rises and grabs my dress from a few feet away. My bikini top is floating somewhere in the ocean, not that I care. I don’t intend to be dressed for much longer, anyway. I shimmy back into the dress as Evan pulls on his shorts and grabs his t-shirt. It’s hard not to stare, especially in the moonlight. His muscles ripple with each movement and I want to lick every inch of his body, starting with those taut pecs. I bite my lower lip, my pussy still quivering from the sensations that continue to course through me. A tiny chill winds its way up my legs. Jesus, I’m like some oversexed teenager with raging hormones all of a sudden. I want more. Need more. Now, now, now!
Thank God I’m on the pill. It’s not like me to let a stranger go bareback, but things got so intense, my pussy took over and made the call. She’s such a pushy bitch sometimes.
Evan drapes an arm over my shoulders, pulling me close. “You ready?”
I let out a deep breath and snuggle into his chest. “If being ready means wanting you to fuck me senseless six ways to Sunday, then yes, I’m definitely ready.”
He snickers. “And that’s just the PG version of what we’re about to do. Come on, my villa is right on the beach, just behind the palms over there.” He points out a general area, but truth be told, I can’t see anything right now. It’s too dark, so I follow his lead, our fingers entwined, my feet digging into the cool sand. It feels like velvet between my toes. I bend to grab my sandals as we pass, letting them dangle from my finger. Being with Evan is pure bliss. I’ve never felt so free, yet I’m with a man I’ve known for less hours than I can count on one hand, and I’m burdened with a pretty damning secret.
Why can’t life be this sinfully delicious all the time? Why does everything good have to be so fleeting? My stomach clenches. Why can’t this bliss with Evan continue? Why do I allow my reality to keep s
ucking me back into its clutches? Better yet, why can’t I get a better grip on my life?
I can ask questions until the sun rises, but I doubt I’ll get any good answers. Or maybe the answers I get will be ones I’m afraid to hear.
I always thought I had everything, but tonight, I’ve seen what I’ve consciously allowed myself to miss. And now that it’s within my grasp, I don’t want to lose it.
His musky scent wafts around my nostrils, replacing any shred of sensibility with pure unadulterated lust. Jules would flip if she knew what I was doing…what I’ve already done…what I plan to do a hell of a lot more of before the sun cracks over the horizon.
If he can’t be my future, he’ll sure as hell play the lead role in my present.
A dimly lit path guides us to a lone villa buried in the tropical foliage, and Evan reaches into his pocket for the key. The air is heavy, humid, and chilly. I shiver against him as he wiggles the little credit-card sized key into the slot. Finally, a green light flashes and the door creaks open. It’s barely closed before my dress is yanked back over my head. I fling my sandals to the floor, raking my hands through Evan’s thick, dark hair as his greedy lips devour my neck. He lifts me into his arms and backs me against the door, pressing his erection against my pussy. I tighten my legs around him, urging him closer, praying that those shorts will simply melt away so I can feel him drive into me with that perfect pink cock.
Every touch, every kiss, every movement is frenzied, as if we know time is short and we don’t want to waste a single second of it. My hands race around his muscular body, desperate to memorize every angle and line. I quiver under his fingertips, sensing he is doing the same thing. It pains me to think that this tryst will come to an end sooner than later, but what’s worse is the hope I’d seen in his eyes just a few minutes ago. He still doesn’t know, and I can’t bring myself to tell him.
“I need you, Lila. I want to bury myself in that hot, wet pussy again. You make me feel so good, so alive,” he murmurs against my ear, his hands kneading my breasts. “I want everything you have to give, including that perfect ass. After I fuck your pussy and make you scream, that ass is mine. I promise you’re gonna love it.”
Such dirty talk. God, I do love it. My pussy clenches, slick with desire and dripping with need. I don’t know how I feel about the ass play, but I’ll let the idea percolate while he’s launching me into the stratosphere with that massive cock.
Yikes. Massive. Not exactly ideal for backdoor action. And it’s probably the only time women pray for a small cock.
My chest is so tight, I can barely breathe. I can feel him through the flimsy material, but I need him inside of me now. Jeez, when did I turn into such a whore? I guess this is what happens when vibrators are replaced with the real thing. It’s been so long, my pussy probably expected his cock to start thrumming. Speed up, slow down, speed up, slow down.
I’d almost forgotten what the real thing felt like. And good Lord, it’s so much more incredible than I remember.
The villa is dark, with only a few wall sconces lighting the way to the master bedroom. Evan’s fingers press into the small of my back, his lips scorching every inch of skin along their path. My head falls back, giving him access to everything and anything. He kicks open a door, and seconds later, I sink into a plush cloud of white and cream.
He presses into me, his hands palm my breasts, stroking and kneading them, making my mind turn to oatmeal. Really watery oatmeal at that. I can’t focus on anything except the power his body has over mine. My breaths become pants for more, so much more. I thrust my hips into him with a silent plea for him to drive into me and hurl me over the edge again and again until I can’t remember my own name.
Or my alias…
My fingers trace the indentations of his muscles as they ripple and tighten. “Evan,” I gasp. “Kiss me.”
He loses no time, stroking the back of my head and bringing me up slightly to meet his lips. When they graze mine, I wrap my arms tightly around him, committing every sensation coursing through me to memory. I need to remember this, feeling so alive and connected to another person. This can be my life, if I just allow myself to feel.
Evan’s tongue plunges into my mouth with a desperation that tells me he yearns for this just as much as I do. His broad chest blankets mine and his swollen head hovers at my opening. I don’t want his fingers. I don’t want his mouth. I want his cock, every glorious inch of it. He’s so devious, rubbing himself along my wet slit, teasing me to the point of making me shriek out in agony. Heat pools between my legs at his nearness, and he lets out a groan as he sinks into me, stretching me wide with every thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so amazing.” He presses as deep as he can and then stops, staring down at me. The heat radiating from my body does nothing to prevent my skin from prickling under his penetrating gaze. I lie beneath him, paralyzed by his piercing blue eyes. It’s so cruel to meet someone like him, knowing that in only a few hours, it’ll just be another past fling, some one-night stand with a guy I met on vacation. My chest tightens.
Unless it isn’t.
“Your pussy is dripping for me. I’m fucking drowning inside of you,” he breathes against my lips. “I never want to stop, do you hear me? Don’t ever make me stop.”
“I won’t.” And I actually mean it, which shocks the shit out of me. I don’t ever want this to end.
Our bodies rock against each other, slick with sweat and prickled with lust. I am so close to having the most massive orgasm of my life that I’m afraid to breathe. One false move, and I’ll lose it. And dammit, this feels too fucking amazing. Deeper, just a little bit deeper, and I’ll…
Without warning, Evan flips me on top of him with one swift movement, stroking my thighs and I let out a yelp almost immediately as his hard cock throbs inside of me. Fucking A, I can come right now and die happy. I clench my muscles and slide myself up and down his dick, drenching him in my juices. I place my hands on opposite sides of his shoulders and bring my chest over his, lowering myself just enough to let my tits graze his nipples. He tightens his hands around my waist. “You’re a fucking tease,” he growls, smacking my ass and gripping it tight.
I squeal, the delicious tingles spurring me on. “And you love it.” I roll my hips over him, swallowing his cock and tightening every muscle to pull him deeper. Oh my God, oh my God…
Every inch of my body tingles, from my fingertips all the way down to my toes. The scream that escapes my mouth is shrill enough to shatter the windows of the otherwise silent villa. Taunting tingles in the pit of my belly have morphed into flames that rocket out to my extremities, torching every cell in their path. I collapse on top of Evan, tremors rocketing through me as the toe-curling sensations take command of my body.
“Yeah, baby. Come for me now. You feel so good all over my dick.” He thrusts into me, once, twice, three more times and then lets out a yell as he fills me. I tremble in his arms, feeling his heat shoot deep inside of me.
I collapse onto his chest, my body plastered over him. I can die happy right now. His heart races, vibrating against mine in perfect time. They pound, thrum, and thump their response to what we just shared.
This is the truest meaning of connection I’ve ever known.
4
Evan
I don’t know what time it is. The curtains are still drawn, and not a sliver of light peeks through, so it must still be dark outside. I tighten my arms around Lila. If it’s still dark, then we have more time. That’s all I care about right now. She stirs, nestling herself farther into my chest. I can feel her shallow breathing and my cock springs to life, clearly undaunted by the challenge of round three. He’s got a pretty fucking impressive rebound rate tonight. I slide my hands over her hips, cupping her ass before allowing them to inch closer to her pussy. She arches her back, pressing her ass against my dick. Then I feel her hand over mine, guiding me toward her slit. “Touch me, Evan,” she whispers. “Make me feel so good.” I don’t waste a second. My
fingers plunge into her heat, massaging her velvety walls. They sink deeper, in search of the bundle of nerves that can launch her like a rocket soaring into another galaxy, leaving my thumb to stroke her clit.
“You dirty girl,” I murmur. “I know what you want.”
“Please…” Lila gasps, panting with each thrust of my fingers.
I pull out my fingers and grip the sides of her hips, driving my cock deep into her soaked pussy. I thrust in and out a few times then pull out, positioning myself between the globes of her ass. I grab the jar of coconut oil from my nightstand and scoop some out. I warm it in my hands and stroke my dick a few times. The head of my slick cock teases the tight rim of muscle between her cheeks before I press into her. She tenses up, pulling me deeper into her heat as I finger-fuck her. I rub my thumb against her clit, my dick buried deep in her ass. Her juices flow over my digits with every thrust, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body convulsing against mine as I work her from both ends. My balls are heavy, aching with need. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth as the orgasm tears through me. My fingertips press into Lila’s ass and I thrust one final time, filling her with every drop of latent desire.
Her body goes slack against mine after the orgasm consumes her, and I tighten my arms around her until her breathing calms. “That was fucking incredible.”
“It was.” Her lips plant tiny kisses up and down my arms. “Fucking incredible.”
I kiss the back of her head and nibble her earlobe. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Mm-hm,” Lila murmurs, a deep sigh slumping her shoulders farther into the pillows. “Don’t be too long.”
I trace my fingertips down the slope of her back and over that ass. Fuck me, it’s a delicious ass; one I’m going to dream about for a long time to come.
I slide off the bed and feel my way around the dark room. I have no desire to even look at a clock. If the sun is coming up, we’re closing in on the end. That’s not something I care to think about; at least not until after round four.
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