Indulge

by Georgia Cates

  I spread my legs wide, giving him full access to my body. My breathing has turned to panting as I anticipate what he’s going to do next.

  He slides a finger down through my slick center and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke. My clit is barely grazed. I strongly suspect that is purposefully done. But I like it. I’m desperate for more so I move my hips against his fingers.

  “I want you to be mine this week. No one else’s.”

  He’s stroking me faster. It feels so good I can hardly register the words I hear. So I say nothing.

  “Answer me, Peach.”

  “Hmm?” It comes out as a delicate whimper between breaths.

  His finger finds my erogenous switch. I jolt from the surprise of its sensitivity as he rubs it in a circular motion. My back bows as my legs part even farther.

  “Tell me what I want to hear. Say you’ll be mine.”

  No way I can agree to anything while he’s doing this. “I can’t think straight right now.”

  He stops the circular pleasure and his fingers retreat. “This stops until I get an answer.”

  He’s just being irrational. “This is coercion.”

  “Use any term you like. I call it utilizing whatever means necessary to get what I want. And that, my beautiful peach, is you.”

  I grasp his wrist and push his hand back down in my panties. “Don’t stop.”

  He strokes my clit a few times before coming to a standstill again. “Give me the answer I want, and I’ll keep going.”

  I can say yes now and back out later if I change my mind. But seriously, who would want to renege on this for the next week?

  “Yes.”

  “Yes to what?”

  I’m squeezing his wrist. Hard. “I’ll be yours this week.”

  And just like that, I bend to his will. Fuck.

  “You’ve pleased me, Peach. Now, I’m going to please you.”

  Beau moves to his knees and pushes my dress above my hips before grasping the sides of my panties and dragging them down my legs. He presses his lips to my inner thigh and places a kiss against my scalding skin. “I treat everything belonging to me with great care.”

  I shouldn’t like hearing him refer to me as his possession. But I do.

  He trails kisses up my inner thighs. “We’ll have eight nights of this. Do you think you can handle all the orgasms I’m going to give you?”

  I don’t know. I could very well lose my mind after this one, but I damn sure want to give it a try. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  “Love that attitude, Peach.”

  He places his tongue flat against my center and swipes upward in slow motion until he finds my clit.

  “Tastes.” Lick.

  “So.” Suck.

  “Fucking.” Bite – oh, hell.

  “Good.”

  He then uses the tip to lick me in a circular movement. A moment later he spices things up by going side to side as his fingers simultaneously thrust in and out.

  He has a magic tongue to accompany those magic fingers. I wonder if he has a magic cock too. I plan on finding out.

  The initial, tingly sensations of an orgasm make their presence known. I simultaneously want to suppress them so this can last longer while I pine for the earth-shattering flutters I’m certain will curl my toes. Again.

  The decision isn’t mine. Beau is the one in control. And he’s holding nothing back.

  I push my fingers into his hair and fist the top while I squirm beneath his grip. Some form of garbled sound escapes my mouth when the rhythmic flutters in my pelvis begin. Beau sucks my clit hard and slows the movement of his fingers. His movements are methodical. Deliberate. And all about bringing me pleasure.

  I’m utterly spent and boneless when the rhythmic contractions cease.

  Beau crawls up my body until we’re face to face. I’m so dazed I have to blink several times to focus on his face. And those eyes. My God, those big, beautiful hazel eyes have the ability to hypnotize me.

  He rubs my lip with his thumb before leaning down for a kiss. I smell me on his breath. It’s weird. Not something I’m used to. “You won’t regret saying yes. I’m going to give you the best week of your life, Peach.”

  I reach up and run my fingertips along his stubbly chin. My confidence is at an all-time high. I feel brave. “Maybe it’s me who will give you the best week of your life.”

  I kiss him quickly before cueing him to flip with me so I’m back on top. I kiss the spot below his earlobe and whisper, “My turn to please you.”

  “Fuck, yeah. I’m up for that.” Yes, he is.

  I move to straddle him. He tugs the shoulder of my dress down and covers my nipple with his mouth. He sucks air in through his teeth when I grind against him. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.”

  “Then do.” I don’t reach into his trousers this time. I yank the button open and lower the zipper. I push the front of his underwear down so he’s freed.

  He growls beneath his breath. “I told you I wouldn’t fuck you tonight.”

  He’s torn about keeping his word. That says a lot about his character but I’m not looking for integrity right now. “You did, but you also said you’d make me want you to. And I do. Desperately. That has to count for something.”

  He grasps both sides of my face and pulls me close so we’re eye to eye. “But you’re still not sure about me.”

  “I agreed to give myself to you while we’re at this resort. I don’t think I’d have done that if I wasn’t positive about what I want.” Beauregard Emerson. He’s what I want, and I plan to have him, starting now.

  I fist his cock and stroke up and down. “My hand might feel pretty good but being inside me will be so much better. Tighter. Wetter. Deeper.”

  “Fuck, I can’t wait until tomorrow,” he growls.

  He loops one arm around my waist, and I hang on to him as he thrusts upward to retrieve his wallet from his back pocket. When he lowers us to the sofa again, he releases my waist and leans back. He takes the square package out and tears it open with his teeth. One fluid motion and he’s sheathed in latex. Dude is fast.

  He thrusts upward again to rid himself completely of his pants and underwear. He’s still wearing a linen button-down but not for long. I start at the top and work my way down. “Every button you undo brings me closer to coming undone.”

  “I can’t wait to watch you come undone.”

  I push his shirt from his shoulders when I’m finished and toss it to his growing pile of clothes on the floor.

  Beau Emerson is all man. And all naked beneath me. I can’t resist my urge to reach out and touch his muscular chest. Flat stomach.

  God, he’s beautiful.

  He grasps the bottom of my dress and pushes upward. “This is coming off. I’m dying to see you naked again.”

  Beau has already stripped me of my panties, and I came braless, so I’m completely bare when the dress comes off with the exception of the fuck-me pumps. Those stay on.

  Beau pushes my breasts together and presses his face into the center of them, moving his head back and forth. His facial scruff is scratchy but feels good. “These tits . . . they’re magnificent.”

  He sucks them briefly before moving his mouth upward to kiss my neck. Always an enormous turn-on for me.

  I love foreplay, but I’m ready to have Beau Emerson inside me. I rise on my knees and grasp the tip of his rock-hard cock so I can guide it to my entrance. I slide the tip through my slick center before slowly sinking down. He groans loudly after he’s deep inside.

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and move up and down, sliding him almost completely out before lowering myself down again. I ride him slowly. Deliberately. I want to make this last for as long as possible.

  “This feels so fucking good, but I really need to be in control.”

  His hands grasp my hips and we roll so I’m on my back. Again. He uses his legs to push mine apart and positions his erection against the very wet center between my legs
. He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head as he groans, “Peach, I’m about to fuck you so hard. You have no idea.”

  He drives into me with one smooth motion—hard, just like he promised. He warned me but I was not expecting this kind of power behind his thrust. The noise forced from me sounds something like a cross between a gasp and moan.

  He pulls back with deliberate leisure. It feels like he’s going to slide out completely, but then he thrusts into me again with even more domination.

  I’m surprised when he reaches for my feet and brings them over his shoulders so he can get deeper inside me. His pace is slow, but every stroke is deliberate. And, oh so powerful. This man wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me hard. And I’m loving it.

  His fingertips find my most sensitive area. He’s going to try to make me come a third time instead of concentrating solely on his own orgasm. Incredible. I’ve never been with a man who cared if I came the first time.

  “Is that good for you?”

  “Very.” It’s crazy good. I have no idea how he’s managing this maneuver, but the combination of him rubbing my clit while he’s thrusting in and out of me is amazing.

  “I’m about to come again.” The words are barely out before the muscular contractions deep within my pelvis begin squeezing around Beau’s cock.

  He pulls my legs down from his shoulders and thrusts as deep as his body will allow.

  “I feel it, Peach. Ride it out. Come all around me.” Beau shudders and groans as he drives into me the last few times.

  I’m fully satiated and relaxed. A euphoria I’ve never experienced is spreading from the center of my body toward my limbs. Bliss.

  Beau sinks over me, his body relaxing between my legs. Wait for it. Wait for it. He’ll pull out and get up to redress at any minute. Probably dismiss me back to my room.

  Doesn’t happen.

  He remains inside me while softly tracing his fingertips up and down my arms. It feels . . . intimate. And unexpected.

  I wish I knew what he is thinking right now.

  He nuzzles the side of my neck with his facial scruff. “I like the way that feels.”

  His hand finds its way between my legs to cup my groin. “Mmm . . . I like the way that feels.”

  Beau has a crude edge about him. And I like it.

  Plump lips kiss the side of my face. “Turn with me.”

  He pulls out and we roll so his front is to my back. Spooning.

  His arm drapes over me and finds my hand, lacing our fingers. “Will you tell your friends about our arrangement for the week?”

  “Of course. I’d never keep something like that from Meredith and Grayson.”

  “You don’t anticipate them giving you shit about it, do you?”

  Hmm . . . I’m not really sure after the conversation we had this morning. “I guess we’ll see.”

  Beau brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss. “Spend the night with me.”

  Whoa. Wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t have any of my stuff.”

  “You don’t need a thing tonight.”

  “Staying means I’ll have to do the walk of shame in the morning.” I hate that. It’s so embarrassing.

  “Shame doesn’t exist at Indulge.” He kisses my shoulder. “Please stay.”

  I don’t guess there’s any harm in staying over; we’ve already had sex. “All right, if it’s what you want.”

  He kisses my back this time. “You won’t regret it.”

  His cock rubs my ass cheek. “I need to get rid of this.”

  Beau climbs over me and walks naked across the living room into the bathroom. He’s right. Shame doesn’t exist here; I feel none as I ogle his naked body. Damn, he’s hot.

  I’m stretched on my side when he returns. I scoot back as far as I can, giving him as much room as possible to lie beside me.

  He grasps my hands and pulls. “Come. Let’s go to the bed. It’ll be much more comfortable.”

  I’m staying. Might as well get comfortable. “Sure.”

  I climb into Beau’s bed and tuck the sheet under my arms only to have him yank it away. “I didn’t bring you in here so you could cover yourself. I want full access to these.”

  I reach over and yank the sheet down to his knees. “Fine. But what’s good for the goose is good for the gander so I want full access to that.”

  “Gladly. I grant you all the access you want.”

  I settle into the mountain of pillows behind my head and look up at the mirror above the bed. That should be interesting later on.

  “I’m thinking of renting a Jeep for the week so we can leave the resort to explore beyond the walls of Indulge.”

  This man. He’s amazing. “I would love that.”

  Anna James, this is the start of something good, but let’s get this straight right now. It’s just sex. Don’t forget that. No hearts involved.

  “The things we could do this week are endless. Swim with dolphins. Go cliff jumping. Rafting. Visit the mineral springs or luminous lagoon. Some of those would require a little driving, but there’s also the local stuff like reggae clubs and bars, some with karaoke if that’s your thing.”

  I’m dependent on him to fund these things. He should pick. “What do you want to do?”

  “I already have what I want for the week so you get to choose our activities.”

  Beau came to Indulge for its hedonistic atmosphere, yet he’s willing to leave it behind to spend time with me outside its parameters. “You’re kind and considerate. Thank you.”

  “You make me want to do nice things for you, Peach.”

  Peach. I adore his nickname for me.

  I inch closer and kiss his chest. “And that makes me want to do nice things for you.”

  He rises and covers my body with his. “Want to work on the second of ninety-nine ways?”

  I giggle when his reference sinks in. “Yeah. You have some catching up to do.”

  Chapter 6

  Anna James Bennett

  Ping! I wake to the alert of a new text message from Meredith.

  Everything go ok last night? Want to talk about it over breakfast? 8:00 at Devour?

  Beau and I never made final plans for today, and I don’t know if meeting Mere and G for breakfast will work. He may have made other arrangements.

  I lie on my back and look at the mirror mounted above the bed. Damn. Watching the things Beau did between my legs last night was sexy but the view this morning isn’t so great. I’m a hot mess.

  I finger comb the rat’s nest on the top of my head and smile when I recall how it got there.

  Beau was right. I don’t regret saying yes. This is going to be the best week of my life.

  Last night’s beer is making my breath taste like ass. I badly need a toothbrush. And a shower; I smell like sex, lots of it.

  Beau is sleeping peacefully. I hate to wake him, but I need to know our agenda for the day so I can respond to Meredith.

  “Beau-re-gard.” He doesn’t stir so I slowly repeat my new nickname for him. It takes a third time to rouse him.

  He smiles the moment he sees me. “Mornin’, Peach.”

  He stretches and his hand goes straight for my ass, grabbing a handful. He drags me close and kisses my neck when I turn my face away. “Aren’t you a beautiful sight to wake to?”

  “I doubt that, judging by the reflection I see above.”

  “Wrong. You look lovely.” He runs his hand over the top of my hair. “And very well fucked.”

  Indeed, I have been. And it’s a first.

  “Meredith asked me to breakfast. I need to know our plan for today so I can respond.”

  “We can do breakfast with your friends before leaving the resort. I’d love to meet them if you’re open to that.”

  “I had planned on telling them about our arrangement over breakfast. Sure you want to be there? I’m certain they’ll drill you about your intentions toward me.” It might be awkward so I’m giving him an out.

  “I can
handle whatever they dish.”

  “Okay. I’ll let them know you’re coming so they aren’t completely shocked.”

  I respond to Mere’s text.

  8 at Devour is fine. Table for 4. Beau is coming.

  Ping!

  U spent the nite w/ him!!??

  I thumb a reply.

  Yes & it was magnificent!!!

  Ping!

  DIRTY WHORE!!!

  Swoosh!

  Exceedingly so. :)

  I type out He gives me butterflies but delete it before hitting send.

  “They’ll be okay with me crashing breakfast?”

  I have no idea. “Absolutely.”

  Meredith and Grayson are protective of me. They have been since my mom and Willa moved away. In a way, they are my family.

  They promised my mom and sister they would watch over me, and they’ve been true to their word. A little too true. Their concern borders on annoying since Drake fucked me over.

  I move to sit on the edge of the bed and realize how sore my inner thighs are. Damn, Beau had me in positions I’ve not been in for a while. Or maybe never.

  “Want me to come back here when I’m finished getting ready so we can walk over together?”

  His hand snakes around my waist. He kisses the dip in my lower back and my body instantly erupts with goosebumps. “Yes, but I think you can stay for a few more minutes.”

  He wants to have morning sex. I’d be all for that if we had time but it’s already seven. I have to walk to my room, get ready, and walk back. “We’ll never make it on time if I don’t leave now. It takes a while to tame this mop on my head.”

  He twirls one of my locks around his finger. “You have beautiful hair.”

  “Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth the time I spend on maintenance. Everything about it takes forever. Washing. Drying. Curling.”

  “It’s worth it ’cause it’s sexy as hell.” I’m happy he thinks so.

  “We should probably decide now what we’re doing today so I’ll know what to wear and what to do with this.” I point to the top of my head. No way I’m spending an hour curling this stuff if we’re riding around in the Jeep with the top off.