by Kimberly Fox
I roll my eyes playfully. “Does this usually work on women?”
He nods. “Women think they want romance but really they just want some muscular guy to pick them up and gorilla fuck them until they’re screaming in bliss.”
“And that’s where you come in?”
“Are you calling me a gorilla?” he asks.
“No, but you’re a caveman with the manners of a gorilla.”
He recoils like he’s in pain. “Ouch.”
“Besides,” I say, looking away. “I told you this morning remember? I don’t do casual.”
“And I told you when I first saw you remember? When I see something I want I go after it.”
We both take a sip of wine, watching each other. “Looks like we’re in a bit of a quandary then.”
“It certainly appears so.”
“So. What do you suggest?” I ask.
He holds his wine glass up. “We eat. Cheers.”
The food is delicious, the wine superb and we slide into an easy conversation with a comfortable flow. Ethan is funny and smart and we’re always making each other laugh.
He tells me about his two businesses and the weirdos that hang out in his bar all day. Before we know it the wine is empty. I’m feeling good and start giggling when he pulls out a second bottle from under the cart.
“How many more are you hiding down there?” I ask.
“Enough to last us the week until we have to go back to the airport.”
“Ugh,” I say, letting my shoulders drop. “Do we really have to go back out there?”
He shakes his head. “We have a pool,” he says, pointing to the hot tub, “room service, the ocean, good company. We can even watch the wedding from here.”
“I like it,” I say, taking a sip of wine from the new bottle. It’s even better than the last one, but that’s usually the case with wine.
I pick at a cold French fry and then throw my napkin on the plate. “I’m stuffed.”
Ethan clears the table of the dishes as I drink my wine. I study his body as he moves. I definitely need a picture of him before I leave. Stacy from work will never believe how good looking this guy is without a photo.
“So what’s with your cousin?” I ask, remembering the horrible excursion today.
“Stephanie?” he asks with a chuckle. “She fell down the stairs when she was young.”
I laugh, nearly snorting wine out of my nose. “That explains it.”
“Yeah, it was a twenty story building,” he continues. “She hit her head on every stair on the way down.”
I’m giggling a little too much. Maybe I should cut back on the wine before I get too tipsy and do things that I might regret in the morning. I ignore my inner uptightness and take another sip of wine. It’s too good and I’m having too much fun.
“She’s never played nice with other girls,” he says, sitting back down. “She must be threatened by you or something.”
“Why?” I ask, but I know why. She wants Megan all to herself. She’s jealous of our friendship.
He sits back and crosses his arms over his massive chest. “There’s only one way to deal with her.”
I lean forward, a smile creeping across my lips. “Tell me.”
“Fight fire with fire,” he says. “I’ll help you out. I’ve been dealing with her since I was in diapers.”
The thought of Ethan as a toddler running around with sticky fingers and crazy hair makes me smile. “I’d like to see you in diapers.”
He rubs his chin and looks up. “Kinky,” he says, nodding. “I’ve never tried diapers in the bedroom but whatever you’re into.”
I toss my napkin at him and he catches it. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Ready for dessert?” he asks.
“If I get to keep my dress on sure.”
“That’s later,” he says, springing up from the table. He makes a call on the phone and within minutes room service is back with a new cart. My mouth waters at the two small plates with shiny silver covers on them. A fresh bottle of wine is sitting on the cart as well.
The room service leaves with the old cart and I peek under the cover as Ethan gives the guy another tip. He’s going to put that guy’s kid through college by the time we leave. Chocolate cheesecake. My favorite.
I drop the lid back on as he closes the door and makes his way back to the balcony. He walks like a panther across the room. Did I mention how sexy he is?
“So I’ve been thinking,” he says, closing the sliding door behind him. “Buffalo is not too far from Chicago.”
I raise an eyebrow and lean in, intensely curious as to what’s coming next.
He shrugs. “Let’s see what happens.”
“Are you serious?” I ask in shock.
He locks eyes on me and nods. “I want to try the whole exclusive thing.”
We stare at each other for a moment in silence. “You’re ready to give up all the other women?” I ask. “If there’s even one, I’m out. I don’t give second chances when it comes to that.”
He raises his hand to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“No,” I blurt out. “You will die. Let me make that clear.”
“A feisty one,” he says with a smile. “I like it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Then show me,” he says, leaning in. He kisses me on the lips and everything falls into place. All my doubts and reservations vanish. I have to give this a shot. He kicks the faucet on the hot tub behind him and the water starts flowing.
I pull away and look at him sideways. “What was that?”
“I must have slipped.”
“Oh really,” I say with an excited laugh.
He turns and pours some complimentary bubble bath into the tub. “Oops,” he says with a grin. “I slipped again.”
“Too much wine?” I ask.
He grabs the bottle and tops me off. “Not enough.”
The bubbles are rising like the tub is getting an erection. “So what’s the plan here?” I ask, before taking a long sip of wine that empties half my glass. I need a little more liquid courage first.
“Well,” he says, taking me in his arms again. He kisses me long and soft and I feel my knees start to weaken. “We’ll kiss a bit until the hot tub is full.” He brushes his hand up my arm to my shoulder and then slides his finger under the strap of my dress. He leans down and kisses the bare skin of my shoulder as he pulls the strap down my arm. His rough stubble and rugged scent are getting me wet. The hot tub filling with water is just adding to my excitement, adding to the anticipation.
“Then we’ll get out of these clothes,” he says, sliding the second strap down my arm. He moves his lips to my other shoulder and leaves a trail of kisses from my shoulder to my collarbone. My nipples harden under my dress as I wonder how far we’re about to go.
I’m not sure if I quite believe him yet about the exclusivity but right now my libido is overriding my brain and I can’t focus on anything but his lips on my skin and his hands on my body. I should be resisting but I can’t. And to be honest, I really don’t want to.
My dress tumbles down until just above my nipples as Ethan kisses my neck. I brush my hands up his back, feeling the thick, rolling muscles under his tight shirt and it’s getting me as wet as the hot tub.
I glance over his shoulder and my excitement builds when I see that the hot tub is almost full.
“Am I the only one getting naked?” I ask, as his soft lips make their way down my neck to my chest.
He reaches down and pulls his shirt off in one swift movement and tosses it over the balcony. “Better?” he asks, kissing the tops of my breasts.
His shoulders are covered in ink that continues down his sexy arms. My hands explore the body I’ve been gawking at all week. His skin is so soft over his hard muscles. I want to touch every inch of him.
“Much better,” I say between deep breaths.
He cups my breasts over
my dress and covers my chest with small licks and soft kisses. I arch my back, wanting to feel his lips on my nipples.
“Then what happens?” I ask, needing to know the answer.
“Then I slide your dress off,” he says, reaching around my back and slowly unzipping the zipper. My dress loosens around my torso and drops to the floor of the balcony.
Ethan leans back and stares at my bare breasts. His lips curl into a smile and he makes a low, primal sounding growl in the back of his throat.
“And then?” I ask, swallowing hard.
“Then my shorts join your dress on the floor.” He unbuttons them and lets them drop down his muscular legs. My eyes dart to the large, hard bulge jutting out against the fabric of his black boxer briefs and I lick my lips.
My mouth is moist and I can feel my heartbeat trying to pound out of my chest. My breaths are coming short and fast. My eyes are locked on Ethan as he turns the faucet off on the hot tub off and flicks on the jets. The bubbles rise even higher as he turns to me with a sexy grin on his delicious lips.
“I don’t think I have to ask what happens next,” I say with a gulp.
“Then we get in,” he says, stepping into the water. “And we see what happens.” He sinks down into a sitting position with his boxer briefs still on. He looks like a king on his throne of bubbles. He’s staring at my breasts as I walk to the tub to join him.
The water is hot but the company is hotter. I sink down onto the seat in front of him, getting engulfed by the water and bubbles.
The balcony is private but it’s not soundproof. If we’re not quiet the whole resort will hear us.
My pulse quickens as Ethan leans forward. He kisses my neck as his hands find my breasts. “Mmmm,” I moan as he cups them in his hands and slides his thumbs over my hard nipples.
He wipes the bubbles off my chest and takes a tingling nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and making it even harder than it already is.
I reach down and sneak my hand into his boxer briefs. His hard erection brushes against the back of my fingers and we both let out a moan at the same time.
“My cock has been wanting to meet you all week,” he says between licks of my nipple.
“Really?” I ask, taking his thick shaft in my hand and stroking it. “I’ll try not to disappoint him.”
He closes his eyes and groans. “Keep moving your hand like that and you two will be best of friends.”
His cock is huge and I can barely wrap my hand around it. I’m worried that I won’t be able to walk tomorrow after it’s inside me.
He opens his eyes and looks at me with hungry eyes. His massive chest is heaving up and down as he takes quick breaths. “Stand up,” he orders.
He groans as I release his cock and do as I’m told. The bubbles slowly cascade down my stomach as he grabs my ass with both hands and kisses my stomach.
He’s so close to my pussy and it clenches in response. All of the doubts and fears that I had a few minutes ago are being replaced by desire and need. I don’t care what the future holds anymore. I just want Ethan now.
His fingers hook around the waistband of my wet underwear and he slowly slides it over my ass and down my legs. He kisses my stomach one last time as I step out of the underwear that’s hooked around my feet. He leans back and stares at my pussy that’s right in front of his face.
“Mmm,” he moans as he leans forward and kisses it. The sudden rush of his tongue on my clit has me grabbing his hair and pulling.
“Fuck,” I moan through a tight jaw. He grabs one of my ankles under the water and forces my foot to the side, spreading my legs open for him. He reaches up and licks my pussy again, lapping his tongue up my aching lips. “Oh Ethan,” I moan, louder than I intended. There are people on the other balconies and the beach below who can hear us.
“Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he says, his lips wet with my juices. “I’m going to eat you out every day for the rest of the week.”
His words make me hotter and I slide a hand to my breast and squeeze it.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, licking my pussy some more as he waits for an answer.
“Yeah,” I gasp, as his firm tongue flicks my clit. Every stroke of his tongue causes my breath to stop, my heart to pound and my lips to part. I’m seeing stars behind my closed eyes.
“Good,” he says, releasing me and sitting back down on his seat. He strokes his long cock up and down in the bubbly water as he watches me standing in front of him, completely naked. “Come and ride me.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I step over and straddle his muscular body, placing my knees on the seat in the hot tub. I slap his hands away from his cock, grab his hard shaft and lower my hips down, guiding the tip of his cock into my hole. My wetness guides him in easily.
He’s longer and thicker than anyone I’ve had before and I can tell it’s going to be a trip when his tip stretches me open and makes me gasp. My body is on fire as I sink down and let him in.
Ethan thrusts his hips up in a swift movement that fills me completely and makes me throw my head back and cry out. “Fuck!” I scream as I grip his round tattooed shoulders. His cock feels enormous. It is enormous.
“Goddamn your pussy is tight,” he whispers. “It feels even better than you taste if that’s fucking possible.”
I dig my nails into his skin as I steady myself and pull my hips back up. His dick fills every inch of me, making my back arch and my eyes water.
I start to loosen up as I ride him up and down, deeper and deeper. He thrusts his hips up, meeting me with every pump and slamming his pelvis into my throbbing clit making me cry out.
I don’t care about the neighbors hearing anymore. All I can focus on is his cock sliding in and out of me. The water in the hot tub is splashing wild everywhere with our frenzied movement.
Ethan attacks my breasts with excited hands and an eager tongue as I pick up the pace of my hips. He grips my body in a savage grasp, holding me still and thrusting relentlessly into me. I dig my nails into his jacked arms and close my eyes as my body clenches. I’m so close and every muscle in me is tight with anticipation.
“You’re not going to come now, Tanya,” he growls in my ear. “You’re going to come exactly when I tell you to.”
My breathing is coming so rapidly now. The tightness in me is ready to unravel. I hope he tells me soon because I won’t last much longer.
He pounds me harder in a bold, savage way. Every cry and moan leaving my mouth is louder, rougher, more desperate. I don’t care if the whole resort hears me and, by the way I’m screaming, they can.
“I want to come,” I moan. I feel it coming on fast. I won’t be able to stop it.
“Not until I say.” He grabs a fistful of my wet hair and the stinging on my scalp just heightens the intensity. “I’m not done with you yet.”
My cunt feels so sensitive. So swollen. Every time he thrusts into me I think it’s going to push me over the edge. I’m so close. I’m teetering on the edge.
“Ethan,” I whine. “I can’t hold off.”
He squeezes my body with his strong arms and fucks me harder. “You want to come?” he asks, his voice sounding so primal.
“Yes!” I scream.
“Tell me you’re going to let me fuck you every day this week.”
“I’ll fuck you whenever you want just let me come,” I say desperately. My legs are shaking. My heart is pounding. My blood is rushing to my head and blinding me. I can barely hear. Barely think.
“Tell me you’re going to let me fuck you every day this week,” he repeats.
“I’ll let you fuck me every day,” I gasp, tightening my trembling legs around his assaulting hips. “I’ll suck your dick and sit on your face. Please,” I beg. “Whatever you fucking want. Just please let me come.”
“I’ll remember that,” he whispers with a grin. “Come on my dick.”
The orgasm rips through me as I finally let it release. The first violent waves of pleasure c
rash through my body like a tsunami. My head jerks back and I let out a scream so loud that I’m sure the other side of the ocean can hear.
My blood rushes to my ears and I can barely hear Ethan as he grunts savagely, burying his cock deep inside me and filling me with his cum.
My body is trembling and it’s only Ethan’s arm wrapped around my torso that’s keeping me from sliding under the water. I open my eyes, trying to calm my intense breathing as he raises his mouth to mine and swallows the last of my whimpers with his lips. I kiss him back as the orgasm slowly dissipates and leaves my body in a calm, peaceful state.
We release each other and I sit back in my hot tub seat completely satisfied. It’s only when I look out at the stars that I remember how loud I was screaming.
“Do you think anyone heard?” I ask.
Ethan smirks as he takes his wet hand and threads water through his hair. “I think all of Mexico heard.”
I don’t fucking care.
It was totally worth it.
Chapter Ten
Ethan
Day Four
Tanya is spread out across the bed, generously leaving me a small corner of the king sized mattress. I spend a good ten minutes watching her sleep in the morning light. She looks so peaceful breathing slowly with her eyes closed. So sexy with her silky auburn hair splayed out over the pillow. She’s sleeping on her stomach and the view of the side of her naked breast is making me hard.
She’s going to be hungry after all of the fucking last night so I head to the phone and dial room service. I’m not sure what she likes so I tell them to bring one of everything. That should cover it.
“It will be ready in fifteen minutes,” the lady says over the phone. The wait was forty minutes three days ago but they know if they come to my room faster they’ll get a fat tip. Nothing gets people moving like cash.
I sit back on the bed watching my sleeping beauty rest. We have fifteen minutes before room service comes knocking on the door, which means I have fourteen minutes to make her come.
Her skin is as soft as a cloud and gets even softer as my hand slides down her bare back to the luscious curves of her ass. Her head moves on the pillow and she groans as my hand continues down her ass cheeks to the back of her upper thighs.
