by Demi Alex
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Thanks,” I whispered when he glanced my way, encouraged with the tiny kiss he placed on the tip of my nose.
The buggy meandered toward a row of lights and the salty sea air welcomed us. I stood and attempted to step down from the shaky cart.
Then I saw him standing at the top of the ramp.
West raised his arm and waved.
I lost my balance. My feet flew out from under me. And I stared at the night sky before everything went dark.
Chapter Five
“Wake up, sweetheart,” West said, hovering over my face as I struggled to come to. “That’s it. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me.” He spoke to someone beside him, probably Miami, but I wasn’t sure. “Just a bump. Cancel the 911 call.”
“I’m fine,” I replied, taking hold of West’s forearm, and attempting, but failing, to pull myself up. “I feel like a fool,” I whispered, dropping back to the ground. “I wasn’t looking were I was going, and I think I tripped—again. Got the wind knocked out of me.”
“Again?”
“Yeah. The first time Miami stopped my fall with his chest.”
“Miami?”
“Yes. The man I drove up with.”
“That’s right. Miami brought you.” West cushioned my head with his hand, but didn’t let me up. “Rather creative.”
I shrugged, unable to tell him that I felt like I’d been caught with my hand in the forbidden cookie jar.
West grinned knowingly, cocking his head and seemingly waiting for a reply an elaboration I wasn’t willing to give.
A torrent of emotions flooded the perfectly sculpted lines of his face. His eyes darkened, pulling me in like a cyclone sucking up everything in its path. Trailing a hand over my body, he checked for injuries, and once he’d determined that nothing was broken, he inhaled loudly and shook his head.
“What am I going to do with you, Aly?” He leaned back on his heels and rested his elbows on his knees. “You want a wild and wanton weekend, uninhibited by any means. Unanimity is your first requirement, and a free pass to walk away in the end is your last.”
Excitement fluttered through me as he acknowledged my goals.
“But—”
“No buts,” I interrupted, propping myself on my elbows.
In truth, I was desperate for the experience. And trust me; I know how petty my desire for sexual exposure was compared to other real problems in the world. People were struggling to survive on a daily basis. Jobs were short, the environment was under constant attack, and all I could think about was the fact that I’d almost said yes to a man that I couldn’t imagine spending my life with just because it was expected of me. It might have been selfish, but I was entitled to some fun. I was entitled to know what I’d been missing: passion.
“And what is it that you feel and want?” West prompted.
“I have this weekend to escape the daily grind, and I plan on taking full advantage of it. More than anything, I want you with me. But, I plan on experiencing everything I can, and it’s up to you to decide if you want to be a part of my break out of sorts.” I took his big hand in both of my own and squeezed it tight. “That is what I want. A fantasy weekend with no strings attached. And honestly, I want you to be a part of it. I need you.”
I held my breath, because as I spoke, I realized that I’d just confessed that I wanted West to be my lover. That, however, did not mean that I wanted him to be the only lover. I wanted Miami, too.
“Shit, that fall did me in.” I must have muttered aloud, for West lifted my head onto his lap and ruffled his fingers through my hair.
“No cuts or bumps, sweetheart.” He smiled and tugged gently on my elbow. “Let’s go. We need to get inside and get you something to drink before we set sail. I want to be sure you can keep it down while we’re on the water.”
“No more Piña Colada?” I bumbled like a fool.
He hesitated, but helped me up and tilted his head in agreement. “No. No more alcohol for you.”
I smiled up at him and was rewarded with a branding kiss. He was so much more than physically attractive, but I hadn’t quite figured out how. Damn, I knew the guy for less than half a day. In truth, I didn’t know him at all. But, it didn’t matter. I was more than a little drawn to him. It was weird, but it felt like he was part of me. A part I couldn’t do without.
“Ready for the most amazing ride of your life?” A grinning Miami stood on the top step, minus his sandals, and with his dark hair messed from our ride.
“So, you want experience and you want it now?” West cupped my cheek and turned my face back to his heated gaze, starting a fire deep within me. “I’m assuming you want Miami to be part of your break out.”
I worried that West would walk away, and that was the last thing I wanted, but I nodded.
“On one condition,” he said, closing the distance between our faces. “And so far, you’re doing good. Too good. You must be one hundred percent honest with what you desire. You must tell me what you want, where you want it, and how.”
West was freaking unbelievable. I could really fall for him, over and over.
I rose on my toes, desperately wanting to be closer to him, desperately wanting more than his approval. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I brushed my lips against his and sighed as the warmth of his breath caressed my cheeks.
“I want you to kiss me, long, deep, hard, and hot,” I breathed between nips on his upper and lower lips. “Right here. Right now.”
Sealing his mouth over my lips, he swept his tongue over mine, mimicking what I’d knew we’d be doing well into our weekend. In, out. Side to side. Long, leisurely sweeps, then quick little nips. He teased me with his taste till my shorts were damp and my knees went week. As his mouth moved over the heated pulsing on the side of my throat, I moaned and leaned into him.
“Nice start.” Gazing into his eyes, I scratched my bottom lip and breathed out with contentment. “You’re a nice guide.”
“I take my lady’s needs very seriously, sweetheart.”
“Then I’m glad you’re my guide.” My heart fluttered, full of anticipation and gratitude. I was the luckiest woman on earth. The man of my dreams stood beside me and was confident enough in himself to allow me to explore my desires.
“Hey, baby,” Miami called louder than before. “Hurry up. I’ve turned on the air below and you can relax inside if you’d like.”
“Remember the one condition.” West paused and raised my chin with his finger to meet his gaze again. “One hundred percent honesty.”
“I want more,” I whispered, inching closer to him.
“I know, sweetheart. You’d make a horrible poker player.” He kissed the top of my head and swatted my rear. “Let your weekend begin.”
Chapter Six
“Hello, beautiful. You’ve decided to join the party.” Miami took my hand and raised it to his mouth, leisurely parting his lips and tracing a path on the inside of my wrist with slow, erotic licks, sending tingles throughout every cell in my body.
Inhaling the salty sea air, I savored the heady buzz building within me and refused to stop feeling. My fingers closed around Miami’s hand and I stroked the side of his palm, amazed with the competence and strength it portrayed.
“I don’t mind staying on deck and enjoying the stars.” The large boat could easily accompany twenty-five to thirty guests, but it was empty other than for us.
“That’ll do. But, I want you to see the cabin and get your bearings as we set sail.”
I followed Miami below deck, marveling at the sculpted wood and attention to every detail. The boat had everything a person could want. I could easily live in accommodations as luxurious as these.
The room was decorated in rich hues of blue and brown, accented with bronzy-gold fixtures and plush furnishings. Gravitating toward the low mahogany table, surrounded by large aqua and gold trimmed pillows, I couldn’t help but notice a shirtless barista/captain placing four
tall glasses and a platter of fruit on the table filled with other treats.
Then, to my surprise, he drew me into his arms, his skin as smooth and enticing as the finest Belgium chocolate, and placed a kiss on the side of my neck.
“Princess, I’ve been bursting at the seams and counting the minutes for your arrival,” the sexiest captain on this side of the Atlantic said. The man was chocolate personified. His essence deep and seductive, his voice as rich as the darkest coffee. But despite his mysterious looks, he smelled of creamy coconut, making me want to savor him like fine Caribbean rum.
“Thank you for the welcome,” I breathed, staring at the latest man to join us, and marveling at the sculpted muscles of his broad shoulders and naked caramel-colored back. “It’s very cozy in here.”
Actually, it was blazing hot in the cabin, and I was so grateful to the captain for offering a chilled drink at my lips and urging me to sip.
Cold, refreshing water quenched my thirst and revived my dazed senses.
The captain strolled around me, letting his gaze follow the lines of my body and examining my reaction to his presence. The man radiated pure sex and rapture. And, he didn’t bother to hide the fact that he was in this for the physical pleasure. No strings, no warm and fuzzy contrite statements.
He came up behind me, his obvious arousal pressing against my ass. “We can use your suit as a beacon if we’re lost at sea.”
His hands touched my shoulders and played with the flapping material where the strap had gone missing.
Beneath his lingering fingers, my skin simmered, sending fire to every part of my body. My clit pulsed and moisture drenched my shorts. Heat rose to my cheeks and it became difficult to breathe.
At first, I was embarrassed by my body’s reaction, but when West came close and brushed his lips over the side of my temple, it was as if he was giving me permission to revel in the sensations exploding inside of me. There was no logical reason why I would need his permission; however, having his consent released me from the rules and restrictions I’d lived my life by. Weird, but very welcomed.
“We have the night to make all of Aly’s dreams come true,” he said in a very authoritative manner to the other two men. “When the sun rises, she’ll choose what she wants to do with the rest of her weekend.” That statement and the warning look in his eyes was something I hadn’t expected, so the shiver traveling down my spine was very apropos. “Are you up to the challenge?”
“I’m up,” our captain replied without hesitation, stepping to my side and sliding his long shaft against my hip. “Any moment with this treat of sweet cream is a challenge that I willingly accept.” His fingers trailed down my collarbone, inside my tattered shirt, and played with the string of my top. “Just say when, and I’m ready to please.” Stroking the sides of my breast with the thumb of his other hand, he beckoned my aching nipples to seek out his fingers.
But I didn’t have the courage. The captain’s blatant invitation walked a fine line between excitement and fear; I was terrified that I’d fail. Terrified that I wouldn’t be good enough at pleasing them. Terrified that not only wouldn’t I know what to do for the men, but terrified that my body wouldn’t know what to do for me.
“Princess, don’t think so hard. All good things in time.” His thumb brushed my nipple and excitement zinged to the swollen flesh between my legs.
“When?” I breathed, closing my eyes and resting against the captain’s chest as he played with my breasts.
“Now,” Miami groaned and I heard him come closer to me. Firm, sure hands cupped my face. I opened my eyes to find my trusty drinking buddy only inches from me. “Don’t worry one bit. I’ll take care of everything. That is, if you want me to, baby?”
Barely able to draw air into my lungs, I nodded, meeting Miami’s dazzling gaze and not daring to close my eyes again as his mouth descended upon my lips.
“Relax,” Miami said, his voice so certain, his touch so encouraging. “I won’t let you down. Promise.”
I believed him, and as he sealed his mouth over mine, I arched toward him, pressing against his warmth and losing myself in his embrace. His tongue swept across my lips; slowly, patiently coaxing them to part and accept his promises of ecstasy.
Warmth and pleasure shot through me as he entered my mouth, sweetly and gently enticing my cooperation. I wasn’t sure when the captain moved away, but all I knew was that it was Miami who held me, his arms encircling my body and stoking the flames of desire. Nothing but the two of us existed as he devoured my senses, and turned a gentle kiss into an erotic dance of passion.
“Miami?” My voice trembled.
“Yes, darling?”
“I really like your kisses,” I breathed against his mouth, tangling my fingers in the dark hair at his nape and sinking against him.
“Good,” he replied, claiming my mouth and continuing his leisurely seduction.
I knew it was silly and amateur, but the butterflies in my belly tickled my center and created a buoyant confidence within my core. My hands moved down his muscular back and played with the fringe of the material at his waist, before finding the assurance to sneak their way beneath his shirt and up to his shoulders. I hinged my hands over his sculpted skin, digging my fingers into it as his mouth traced the lines of my jaw and trailed kissed down the side of my throat. He stopped and circled the sensitive spot where my pulse relayed my eagerness to proceed with moist and sensual encouragement.
“This is your night and everything is for your pleasure, but I selfishly request a little indulgence for myself.” Miami cupped my ass, settling his erection between my legs and allowing for no space between our bodies. “My dream,” he whispered against my ear, “is to feast on every inch of your enticing body. But first, we need to lose your clothes, babe.”
The captain returned, slipping his hands beneath my shirt and guiding it over my body, his hands making complete contact and sizzling their way up. As I lifted my arms to comply, my wrists were trapped by strong fingers and I turned to find West towering over me.
“If at any time you aren’t getting what you want, or you don’t feel comfortable, say ‘escape’ and we’ll stop.” West paused and waited for me to agree. Once I’d nodded, he reached behind by back and pulled at the strings to my top. My breasts sprang free and West caught the bikini in mid-air with his other hand. With a low guttural groan, he tied my arms above my head with the pink straps.
My heavy breasts bounced with their newfound liberty as he yanked to secure his knot, and I realized that with his words and actions, I felt relieved of the restrictions of my past. I was in his hands, their hands, and there was nowhere I’d rather be than there.
I remained still, bound and exposed, but with my skin on fire.
Moisture pooled and my clit throbbed with need as Miami dropped to his knees, running his palms down my hips, the sides of my thighs and over my calves. He lowered my shorts and bathing suit bottoms in the process. Returning up the same path, he changed direction and detoured to the insides of my thighs, nudging me open and allowing him access.
“You’re steaming hot,” he breathed, nearing the apex of my legs. “And you’re dripping wet,” he added, outlining the center of my swollen folds with his finger.
I tried to lower my arms and steady myself on his shoulders as he explored, but West pulled on the material of the ties and shook his head.
“This is your first and only warning,” West reprimanded. “Your wrists are bound because you are not allowed to touch till we say so.”
“If you attempt to go against our wishes, you will be punished,” the captain said.
“And it will be my pleasure to take care of this lovely ass of yours,” Miami added, smacking my butt before soothing the imposed sting with a leisurely caress between the sensitive flesh. “As a matter of fact, I will take care of this wonderful ass and you’ll thank me for it.”
Wow. That was my sweet and comfortable Miami?
A swift, second sting arrived on my
ass as Miami demanded a response. “What was that, babe?”
“Uhm,” I breathed, licking my lips and wondering what he was asking.
“Did I hear you say you’ll thank me for it?”
I swallowed the excitement bubbling in my throat from his authoritative tone. Damn, I liked it. My nipples showed their appreciation, and my wet pussy wasn’t protesting.
“Yes,” I replied.
Miami shook his head. Smack.
“Yes what?”
What the hell was he talking about? What did he want me to say?
“Yes, sir?” he suggested.
My pussy creamed and I squeezed my thighs together, wondering if they could smell my excitement. “Yes, sir,” I replied with effort. “I will thank you for taking care of my ass.”
My clit throbbed from the attention it wasn’t receiving while Miami massaged my ass and played with the entrance to my tight virgin hole. I’d never been penetrated there, and as much as the thought frightened me, it excited me.
West, seemingly aware of my need, approached from the right and sprawled his large palm over my naked tummy. He kissed up the side of my neck, paying extra attention to the erotic point behind my ear, and then suckled the soft skin of my earlobe into his mouth.
I tilted my abdomen toward his hand, and his fingers glided down through my barely-there curls. He reached my swollen folds and slid a thick finger between them, spreading my moisture on the sensitive skin. The sensations of pure bliss intensified as the base of his palm ground against my clit and his finger filled me.
“Ohhh,” I sighed, dropping my head onto his shoulder and widening my stance, encouraging his heavenly manipulations. “I thought you had forgotten my pussy.”
“Not likely, sweetheart. Your scent is driving me insane and you cannot imagine the control it is taking me not to fuck you immediately. However, this is your weekend, your fantasy, so we need to prepare your tight cunny for our cocks. When we take you, when I take you, you’ll have no doubt as to my attentiveness to your pretty pink pussy,” West assured, inserting a second finger and massaging my passage in the most rewarding way.
