by Anna Collins
“Let’s not say something that we can’t take back. I’ve been more than friends with the both of you. You both belong in my life. The conviction to resist the both of you is a façade, but I am happy to say that I have weathered the storm. It wasn’t easy. I’m sure that there will be other moments where I might feel myself losing the fight. At that point, there will be no turning back and I know that,” I said knowing in my heart that one of them was going to give me more than just lip service.
“You can’t be that out of touch with reality that you don’t recognize the signs. Jackson can say whatever he wants. There might even be a part of him that believes it. I’m not very good at reading the emotions of a woman, but a man pretty much is an open book. His interest in you is more than just a curiosity to find out what he has been missing all of his life. You have to suspect that his motives are not exactly pure of heart. This guy is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I’m the same way, but at least. I am honest and don’t try to hide behind the apron of the woman,” Drake said.
His statement had upset the apple cart. Jackson was fuming and I was waiting for him to leap over the table and grab Drake by the throat. I wasn’t sure how I was going to prevent that from happening. There was something feral about them fighting over me. I wanted somebody that was going to love me and I didn’t see that either one of these two were willing to throw down the gauntlet like that. They were competitive by nature. They were headstrong and stubborn. It was an interesting dynamic that could easily blow up with the right words. I had to throw water on the fire of their anger toward one another.
I put both of my hands out in opposite directions to calm them down before things turned ugly. They were staring daggers at each other. I couldn’t blame either one of them for coming to blows, but I didn’t want to see that on my behalf. I couldn’t be responsible for either one of them getting hurt. This whole thing could be over before it began. It was heart warming to have two guys fight for my honor.
“I’m going to be the bigger man and turn the other cheek. I know that this is something that Michelle wants to do and I’m going to be there with her to the end. I will play along with your siblings and I’ll answer their questions to the best of my ability. I’m not going to lie. I won’t have to because I see something that the both of you are oblivious to. I know that I don’t stand a chance. You have been reluctant to jump feet first, but that is not going to last,” Jackson said as he got up from the table, dropping his napkin and tracing those footprints in the sand to where the boys were waiting.
“That was a heated exchange that got out of hand. I hope someday that we will look back on this moment and laugh. I’m still trying to come up with the reason why I’m going along with all of this. I get no satisfaction from pulling the wool over your sibling’s eyes. I hope that they are not going to see through this ruse. The signatures on the wedding license are not worth the paper that it’s printed on,” He had presented a prenuptial agreement. It was a boilerplate special that I found myself reading from page to page.
“I want you to know the lengths that I’m going to. I need to make this look as real as possible,” Drake said as I looked up from the words to see if he was serious about what was written.
“I can’t believe that you are expecting me to stay married for five years. Don’t you think that is going a bit too far with the joke? I’m sure that a year would suffice to satisfy your sibling’s suspicions once and for all. I don’t mind that we need to live together, but I’m certainly not going to do it in the same bedroom. What kind of lady do you take me for?” I asked him as he looked at me quite surprised by my outburst of emotions.
“This was only a draft and you can make whatever concessions that you want. I’m not going to fight you, but I think that you’ll find that we will be sleeping with each other. It doesn’t matter what it says on that paper. I know that I said that I wanted to sleep with you, but I never mentioned once that we were going to sleep together. I’m going to make those days that you find taxing better by bringing you the kind of pleasure that can only be had once in a lifetime. You deserve to have the ultimate rush of endorphins running through your veins. No doubt you will fight me, but eventually, I will wear you down,” Drake said as he went through the fine print of the document with me making suggestions which he was glad to incorporate.
By the time that we were done the document was covered in red ink, but it was still done to my specifications. He scanned it with his phone and sent the document to his lawyer that was waiting by the phone. He would make sure that my suggestions were a part of the document. I should’ve been angry that he would take it this far, but I did agree to his terms within reason. I had stated emphatically that I wasn’t going to sleep with him because of our arrangement, but I didn’t know how long that I would be able to keep up with that declaration of innocence. One look and I felt compelled to reach between my legs and strum a little bit of relief into my body.
“We’re going to be here for the next couple of days. There’s no reason for us to return until it’s absolutely necessary. Unless you have pressing business, I suggest that we take advantage of this tropical locale. We can continue to mind fuck each other with facts about our lives. I know that I’m going to get a headache, but at least here I can immerse myself into the culture and the laid-back lifestyle,” I said while following him in the same footprints that had been left behind by the brothers and Jackson.
“I find walking around barefoot is better than being stuffed into a pair of shoes and argyle socks. I have taken the liberty of changing into something a little more to your liking. I know how uncomfortable you were with the thong bikini that I was wearing. I thought that you would get a kick out of it, but maybe I was pushing things,” Drake said.
“It’s not that I didn’t like it, but I think it was a little bit too much temptation for me. We have this thing between us that seems to heat up every time that we’re around one another. It certainly doesn’t hurt to be surrounded by the opulence and splendor of this tropical getaway. I know what you’re trying to do. You might think that you’re fooling me, but you’re not. I’ve been having a hard time saying no to you. You see the woman that I want to be and not the woman that everybody else sees. I sometimes feel like I’m walking on air,” I said while I enjoyed the way that the brothers were now doing a traditional native dance.
They were twirling sticks lit on fire and then Pina made a show out of playing the drums. His brother Rowan was keeping a watchful eye on Jackson who really wasn’t paying attention to anything that I and Drake were saying to one another. He was enthralled by this man. I still got the basic idea that he was interested in putting our friendship to the test.
“What I’m hearing you say is that I’m a bad boy. Perhaps, you should take me back to your room and punish me accordingly. You can pull down my shorts and spank my ass until I am screaming uncle. Would that be something that you would be interested in doing? Don’t answer right away and I want you to think about that,” He said making me blush and purposely trying to embarrass me in front of my friend.
“Drake, I would be very careful about offering that kind of invitation. I might just have to take you up on it and then we will see whose laughing,” I said.
Chapter 13
Everybody was feeling a little tipsy and after a few hours, the brothers were lying there on the sand barely able to keep their eyes open. Jackson had joined them for an encore performance that had him looking like a raving lunatic. His arms and legs were flailing everywhere and I could swear that somebody was pulling his strings like a puppet.
I had lost track of Drake and he was missing in action. I didn’t even notice that he had gotten up to leave. I swayed back and forth on my feet, grabbing onto tree limbs to guide me back to where the main building was. I stopped at the threshold of his room and opened the door to see that his bed was untouched. He did not make it back and was probably sleeping it off somewhere on the beach. I was sure that I would find him in the mornin
g hung over and looking quite ashamed by how he had let things go too far.
I was feeling the heated comfort of the liquor concoction running through my veins. It was having an interesting side effect of making me hungry for more than what I had already consumed during the feast. The succulent pig roasted to perfection with a crispy skin was to die for. Everything was a blur, but I remembered all of it in vivid detail. There was nothing that I was going to awake from in the morning and not remember.
I had on a colorful red and colorful sarong wrapped around my waist barely hanging on by a thread. I stumbled into my room and I put my hand up to my mouth to see him lying there in a compromising position. I took a few quick steps forward, holding my breath and waiting for him to be alerted to my presence.
I was standing over him. I saw the head of his manhood peeking out from underneath the left leg of his shorts. There was no denying that his arousal was quite evident by the bulge that was giving me ideas. I had played this game long enough and I wanted more than anything to translate our flirting into something more physical. I gave my word to myself that I wouldn’t fall victim to his advances. I didn’t see it that way. He was in no shape to give any kind of resistance. It reminded me of how I had gone out of my comfort zone by playing with him on the beach. This was so much better and there was no way for Jackson to ruin the one chance that I had to be intimate with him.
I took off the sarong and then peeled off the bikini before crawling up onto the bed tickling his feet and making him squirm to my touch. I was on my hands and knees, licking my lips and actually envisioning what it was going to feel like to touch him with the tip of my tongue. I thought that I would start off small and see what kind of reaction that I was going to receive from him. He had brought this on himself and had only himself to blame for the way that I was turning into a wanton whore.
I found myself in the same position that I was when I had him captive on the beach. This time there was no hesitation. I pulled down his shorts, lifting him so that I could see him in all his glory. The waving flag was giving the indication that he was surrendering to the passion in the room. If he didn’t wake up soon, then he was going to have an erotic sweet dream that was going to keep him wondering all morning if what I had done to him was real or made up in his imagination.
I would be able to convince myself in the morning that I had only gone that far because of the liquor that had been consumed. This was my playground and I had the freedom to explore like a woman that had been repressed for too long. I was moving along. I put my hands on his shoulders drawing my fingernails down and raking a pleasurable sensation over his nipples. I prolonged that sensation by circling my fingernail over each one at the same time. He moved and I almost giggled with an impassioned plea for him to wake up and take control. I was only going to get this one chance and I was going to make the most out of it. The animal inside was sleeping and I was about to wake him up in a pleasing way.
I was completely naked and I could feel the hardness of his manly persuasion between my legs. I rubbed my bare mound up and down along that hard and unyielding python. I had him shining with my juices like I had before. The big difference this time around was that I was moving into a position where I had my mouth open and ready to taste the combination of both of us.
I took one last look at his closed eyes and I let him slide along the surface of my tongue. I could taste the salty brine of not only his discharge but also of the ocean that had supplied him with that extra little touch. He was seasoned and a tasty morsel that began to grow into a meal that was fit for a queen. I did not slow down my approach until his shaved pubes were tickling my nose.
“I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to do something like this. I gave you every chance,” Drake said as he caught me unaware that he was playing possum.
I had this momentary panic attack and I tried to pull off of him, but he grabbed me by my hair and shook his head to let me know that there was nowhere to run. I struggled to maintain my composure, but his insistent fingers gripping my locks had me committing myself to the oral exploration of his flesh.
“Michelle there is no fighting the fire that burns between us. If we only have this one moment, then we shouldn’t shy away from it. We should embrace it. You obviously wanted this time alone with me. I love every minute of it. I have been very patient, but that patience has worn thin. I’m allowing you to take the wheel and control your own destiny. Don’t run away from what you really want. Don’t let your fears get the best of you,” He said as he slowly released my hair to have me looking up at him with my mouth full of the one thing that had eluded me thus far.
He put his hands behind his head on the pillow. He had the perfect angle to watch my every move. I moved imperceptibly slow along those inches until I got to the head and started all over again. I was only postponing the inevitable.
“I find it hard to hide from the truth. Do you think that it was by chance that you came into your room to find me lying here? I thought that you needed a way to save face. It’s a thrill to have you here in my arms. The sound that you’re hearing is of my heart beating like a drum within my chest. Your technique has me tied up in knots,” Drake said as he thrust his hips and scared me for a moment.
I could tell that he didn’t do it to make me afraid of choking on that piece of salami. It was an involuntary reaction to what I was doing to him. I’m sure that any guy lying there in front of me would have felt that same need. He was expressing himself with long drawn out moans of satisfaction that rang in my ears like a melody that I couldn’t turn off.
His head was twisting and turning against the pillow. It made my heart leap with joy that I had that kind of effect on him. He was fighting that natural urge to let it all go. I could see him gritting his teeth and pulling at the pillowcase beside his head. The rush of having him at the edge pushed me to greater lengths of encouragement. This came in the form of digging my fingernails into his ass and lifting his body so that he was suspended in the air. I rolled my tongue around his circumference and looked up to see that the head was a nice color between pink and purple. I could tell that all the blood had rushed to the one head. Any semblance of free thought had now vanished with the way that I was making him feel.
He was about to inject a healthy dose from the top of the head. It wasn’t hard to recognize the signs. The heavy breathing, the urgent way that his knob was pulsing, not to mention the vein that was pronounced and throbbing with that fire that was inside. I brought him right to the brink and I was prepared to go all the way, but he had the forethought to pull himself away from the abyss. It looked like he needed a few minutes. His eyes were closed and he was breathing with sharp and heavy gasps. I don’t know why, but I felt it necessary to surprise him.
I didn’t want him to think that I was predictable. I got on my feet with my body over top of the great beast. I didn’t give myself the chance to think about it. My weight dropped and with it, the gates of heaven opened up with little resistance. His knob charged forward with the rest of his staff following suit. He sprung to attention like somebody had poured ice water on his face. The gasp was soon followed by him holding my head and kissing me with a feverish pitch. His tongue was inside my mouth and he wasn’t the only one that was living in the moment.
He had me by the hips and he was lifting me and then pulling me back down. I could feel all of him entering and then retreating. I could feel this hunger and I gave him the answer that he was looking for with my appetite. There was that anticipation of having both of our engines driving at the highest speed possible.
“I don’t want to let you go until we see the light of day. The one thing that I hate is to sleep alone. I need to have some company to remind me of what I have been missing. God damn… I don’t know how you can possess something like that and not have women lined around the block. My body is giving you an invitation. I have no will of my own. You are a bad influence on me. I’ve lived to please others and I’m through doing that�
� Yes…you are an animal… YESSSSS,” I exclaimed with a passionate outcry that had me reaching for a higher degree of pleasure.
He turned me on my back with my legs spread and my feet dangling on either side of the bed. He was on his knees holding me in place as he plunged into the heated core of my desire. His face was flushed and I couldn’t help but wonder when he would find his own release. There was no better sight than seeing the sun go down. His face looking down on me gave me the idea that he wasn’t just there for the sex.
It excited me to know that we were together for this one moment. The fight that I had to keep him an arm’s length had crumbled. The sensation of his body and the friction that he was causing was making me feel like I was going to explode from the inside out. It started rumbling and then the quake of my second climax gripped him like a wet and tight glove.
I remembered what he said about being punished for being a bad boy. Any chance to back out was taken out of my hands by the way that I slapped both of them down on his posterior. His eyes lit up and there was a wildness that could not be tamed. I spurred him on like I would a stallion. He was a thoroughbred with a racing stamina that had me at a loss for words.
