by Avery Aster
I didn’t have my makeup with me, I didn’t use much anyway, but there was some lip gloss in the toiletry bag. I combed out my hair, twisted it up into a bun and pinned it. I slicked on the gloss, and pinched my cheeks to bring a little more color to them. The image in the mirror was pretty good for ten minutes of prep time.
After taking in a few deep breaths, I opened the door and walked back into the living room.
“Oh don’t you look pretty.” My mom greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks.”
My dad gave me a hug. “Jakob was just telling us about the Portuguese man o war on the beach.”
“Yup. It sucked.”
“Good thing he was there, hey honey? You might’ve been sleeping on the beach.” My dad chuckled.
“Oh I think Ivy would’ve gotten out of there just fine on her own.” Jakob gestured to the dining room table near the windows. It was already set with our food. “Shall we eat?”
He pulled out a chair for me. As I sat, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “You look beautiful.” I smiled at him as he took the chair next to me.
We dined on grilled lobster with mango butter. I usually wasn’t one for seafood, but the meal was exceptional. While we ate, my dad kept a running commentary about some of the interesting bands he’d filmed music videos for. I was worried that Jakob would find it boring, but he seemed amused by my dad’s animated storytelling abilities.
I laughed at all the stories. Although I’d heard them before, I hadn’t heard my dad talk about them this way in a long time. Actually I hadn’t heard my dad laugh and joke around like this in years. Before they had problems.
A waiter stayed in the room while we dined, and refilled our glasses and took away our plates. He also returned with dessert, which was a caramelized banana and chocolate torte. The moment I put the first bite into my mouth I knew I’d found paradise.
“Oh my God, that’s good.”
“I have been to many five star resorts but Eden always has the best food.” Jakob wiped his mouth with a napkin, and set it down on the table.
The waiter cleared the table for us, then set down two bottles of wine. “If that will be all Mr. Werner.”
“Yes. Thank you Kevin.”
Jakob poured wine for everyone.
“I take it you have been here before?” my mom asked.
“Yes, I often have business with Mr. Vardalos.”
“What kind of business are you in?”
“I own a brokerage firm. I buy and sell rare and expensive items for people.”
“That’s interesting.” My mom looked at me and smiled.
“Must be lucrative,” my dad said.
“Yes, it is.”
My mom’s smile widened.
I shook my head at her. She was probably already imagining what my wedding was going to look like, and who was going to design my dress. Ever since I grew boobs she’s been dreaming about my wedding to some rich and powerful man.
I kept telling her that marriage was not on my list of dos. But I don’t think she heard me, like ever. I didn’t want her life. She met my dad when she was seventeen and he was twenty-four on the set of music video shoot for some huge band at the time. After dating for six months, they got married. I came along three years later. Although my mom seemed content about her life, it wasn’t what I wanted.
After a glass of wine, my parents finally left. They both kissed and hugged me, and invited me over for lunch at their beach cottage tomorrow. Earlier they didn’t want to hang out with me on the island, but now that Jakob was in the picture, my mom probably wanted all the juicy details. She was going to be disappointed, because there wasn’t any.
When they were gone, Jakob filled my glass with more wine, then led me over to the sofa. I was suddenly nervous again. We sat on the same sofa this time. I took a sip but I probably shouldn’t have, as I was already feeling the effects from the glass I had with dinner. Alcohol, sun and adrenaline just didn’t mix well.
I set the wine on the table. “I should probably go.”
Jakob lifted that eyebrow again. “Why?”
“Because honestly I don’t think you and I are going to happen.”
“As in, sex?”
I nodded. “Things just seem to get in our way. So maybe it’s just not supposed to be.” I stood, intending to grab my purse and go.
“There’s nothing in our way right now.”
He stood as well. We were only a couple feet apart. Definitely within grabbing distance.
For some reason I wanted to protest. The man scared me. I trusted him but I was still afraid of what I would do for him. The way my body vibrated for him, I thought I’d do…anything.
He moved toward me. His arm came out and he grasped me around the waist and pulled me to him. His other hand cupped me around the neck and leaning in, he kissed me. I reached up to hold onto his shoulders as he took my mouth.
The kiss was hard and hungry. He devoured me with his lips and tongue. He tasted like the sweet wine we’d just drunk. When he pulled back, I was breathless and dizzy. Keeping me pressed to him, he walked me backwards until my ass hit the window.
He kissed me again until I was panting, then he spun me around so I was facing the window. Before I could protest, he dropped to his knees and inched the hem of my dress up my thighs. I was shaking so bad, I had to brace my hands against the glass.
When he pushed the fabric up over my bare ass, he groaned. I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You’re a bad girl, Ivy.”
I licked my lips, unsure if I wanted to play this game. “I am?”
“Yes, you’re not wearing panties.”
“But I thought…”
He slapped one ass cheek with the palm of his hand. I gasped from the shock of it, not because it hurt. “You’re bad, and you know what bad girls get?”
“Spanked?”
“Yes.”
He slapped my other cheek. It sent a surprising ripple of pleasure over my body. I’d never been spanked before. It was a kink I could definitely get behind.
Jakob slapped his hand across my ass again and again, until my skin felt a bit warm. I imagined if I looked in a mirror my cheeks would be a little pink. With every smack I gasped, until I was anticipating it by sticking my ass out a little further. I liked it. It made me hot and wet between the thighs.
“Open your legs.”
When I did, he gripped my ass cheeks and buried his face between them. He licked me from clit to anus and back again until I was quivering hot mess. He stood and slowly unzipped my dress. It fell to the floor and his hands cupped my breasts. He kissed the back of my neck and along my shoulder, as one hand trailed down my belly to cup me. I bit down on my lip as he circled my clit with his fingers.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice was low and guttural, heavy with desire.
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes.”
His hand left my breast, and I heard the sound of the zipper on his pants being drawn downwards. I glanced over my shoulder, as he nudged the tip of his cock between my thighs. He kept my gaze while he slowly entered me. His eyes darkened, and he clenched his jaw, until he was fully seated inside.
Then his hand was on my back, pushing me forward and he thrusted hard and fast. I could barely get a breath as he rammed into me again and again. His fingers worked vigorously at my clit. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the glass. Every muscle in my body clenched and trembled.
I pushed back as he pushed forward until we were in perfect delicious rhythm. Sweat dripped onto my back as he worked hard in me. As he rutted fast and deep. I gasped with each thrust of his body. It no longer belonged to me. It was his. I was his. He owned me in that moment. And he was hollowing me out until I was raw.
I braced against the window as my body tightened, preparing for the big release that it wanted so badly. I was out of control. I couldn’t end it even if I wanted to. The roof could cave in on us, and I don’t think we’d be abl
e to stop. We were both too far gone. Wild crazy passion had us in its claws and it could rip and tear at me and I’d welcome it.
Jakob buried one hand in my hair and the other gripped my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh. He slammed into me hard, grunting as he did. I could feel his muscles shaking as he came. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight and close, his face pressed to my slick sweaty back.
“Oh God!” I came in hot rush, banging my hands against the glass. I don’t think I’d ever orgasmed that hard before. It was intense and I swore I almost blacked out.
I could feel him moving behind me. I think he was kicking out of his pants. Then he pulled out, and turned me to face him. His gaze roamed my face, then he took my cheeks in his hands and kissed me hard. His hands moved down to my shoulders, caressing and touching as they went down my back to my ass. Gripping me firmly, he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me onto the mattress with a growl.
I was laughing as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. The man was built something fierce. Defined pecs, abs that went on forever, and a dick that made my mouth water. He was like the statue of David with a hardon.
The second he was naked, he joined me on the bed, lying next to me. “Now we do it right.”
“That wasn’t right?” I laughed. “Felt pretty damn right to me.”
He pressed his lips to my shoulder, then to my breast. He drew his tongue across my nipple and made me shudder. “No, was too fast.”
“Fast is good sometimes.”
“Yes, but now that I have you like this, I will feast on your body for at least two hours.” He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard.
I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. I was in deep trouble.
Chapter Eight
“So, that was my week.”
I trailed my fingers over the thin line of dark hair down Jakob’s sternum as I spoke. We were cuddling post-coital and he’d asked me how I got invited to Eden. When I’d told him about my phone call, he’d chuckled appreciatively.
“Do you think I made the right decision about quitting school?”
“I can’t judge. I don’t know your situation.”
“Did you go to college?”
“Yes, I got a business degree.”
“Did you know what you wanted to do when you went to college?”
He nuzzled his nose into my hair, then kissed my head. “I knew I wanted to own and run a business. But I didn’t know what that would be until a few years later.”
“I feel like I need to know what I want to do with my life right now.”
He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. “You’re young. You’re still blossoming.”
“At least I know what I don’t want.” I pushed myself up onto my elbow. “I don’t want to get married and have children. I don’t want to work in some retail job that pays minimum wage or waitress at some bar for tips.”
“Then you are half way there. Knowing what you don’t want is a step toward getting what you do want.”
“You are very wise, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
He swung his arm over my waist and rolled me over onto my back. “Is that your way of saying I’m old?” He nibbled on my chin.
“No.” I giggled. “I’d never say that.”
“I’m only thirty six.”
“Whew. You’re younger than my dad. I was beginning to worry.”
He found my tickle spot on my ribs, and assaulted me mercilessly until I was rolling around on the bed out of breath, tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks.
“Stop it! I’m going to pee.”
“Well, we don’t want that.” He withdrew his attack, and sat on the bed beside me.
I looked at him in the soft light from the candles he had lit earlier. He was naked and his hair was unkempt. His face had softened a little. He didn’t look like he was about to fire someone. Which was how he looked when I’d first ran into him. Like he was on a warpath.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m just having a hard time connecting the fierce man I met a couple of days ago, to this man sitting here.” I sat up and reached for his face. I traced my thumb over his full lips. “You’re just a big teddy bear.”
He sucked my thumb into his mouth, then cupping my face; he leaned in and kissed me thoroughly. I could kiss him for hours.
“I’m not a teddy bear for just anyone.”
“Just for all the women you sleep with?” I said it with a smile, because obviously the man had had a lot of lovers. He was gorgeous and rich and European. That was like the trifecta of panty-dropping swoon worthy. I had no delusions that I was the special lady in his life.
“No, not all.”
I kissed his nose. “You’re sweet.”
He grabbed me and flipped me over. He slapped my ass a couple of times. “I am not sweet. Get dressed.”
“It’s three in the morning.”
“I know.” He jumped off the bed and opened one of the dresser drawers to retrieve some boxer briefs.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll be pleased.”
Twenty minutes later, we were striding across a nearly deserted lobby except for the staff, out the door, and down the path to the docks. When we arrived, Jakob marched toward one large boat moored there. He stepped on board, and grabbed the rope.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting on my boat.”
“This is yours?”
He nodded, then reached out his hand toward me. I took it and stepped on board. Then he proceeded to untie the boat, and start it. Within minutes, we were pulling away from the dock and out into the bay.
“Isn’t it dangerous to go boating at night?” I asked as I slid up next to him in the captain’s seat.
“We aren’t going out too far.”
He drew the boat out at the edge of the bay, then stopped. He turned it off, then threw out the anchor.
“Now what?” I asked.
“We wait.” He looked at his watch. “The sun should rise in a couple of hours.”
“What are we going to do for two hours out here all alone and in the dark?” I gave him my sauciest smile.
He sat in one of the swivel chairs and pulled me onto his lap. He put his hand around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Out here on the ocean, he tasted like salt and sea. He tasted like the air and the stars in the sky.
His hands made their way down to my ass. I was wearing the same dress, so it wasn’t long before the fabric ended up bunched at my waist and Jakob was caressing my cheeks.
“You have an amazing ass,” he murmured into my neck as he licked and sucked on my flesh.
“Thank you.” I giggled when he nibbled on my collarbone.
Then he was kissing me again, and the world began to spin. Or it could’ve been the boat bouncing up and down on the gentle swell of the ocean waves. Whichever it was, I didn’t want it to end. I was lost to his lips.
When he pulled back, he ran a hand over my hair. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
“Back to Germany.”
“What? When?”
“This afternoon. I leave on the one o’clock plane.”
I looked at him, trying to decide if he was for real or not. “You want me to leave with you?”
“Yes. I like you, Ivy. I think we’d have some fun together.”
“But, I can’t.”
“You have your passport with you?”
I nodded. “It’s not that.”
“Then why not? You just told me you have nothing to go back for.”
“I don’t know. It just seems so fast.”
He frowned. “I’m not asking you to marry me.”
“I know, it’s just…”
“Think about it.” He pressed his lips to mine, then pulled back. “If you’re not there at the dock at one, then I will have my answer.”
I honestly didn’t know what to think. I was surprised by his offer.
Really surprised. He just didn’t seem like the type of man to do something rash and impulsive. Maybe I brought that out in him.
“Until then, you need to be naked.”
Pressing kisses to my chin, he made his way down my throat to my collarbone. He pulled the bodice of my dress down and then put his mouth on my breasts. When he sucked one rigid nipple into his wet mouth, my eyes rolled back in euphoria.
Eager for more, I pushed my breasts into his mouth, urging him on with my moans. He suckled at one peak then lavished the same attention on the other, biting down every once in a while. Jolts of pain rushed over me to settle into a smoldering mass of pleasure right at my center. He was driving me mad with the contradictions he pulled from my body.
Frantic for him, I tore at his shirt. I think I broke a few buttons in the process. Once the barrier was gone, I stroked my hands over the hard muscular planes of his chest. I trailed them over the thick muscles and down the line of his sternum to just below his navel to the waistband of his pants. He sucked in a breath as I made short work of the button and zipper.
Hungry to feel his cock in my hand, I slid my fingers through the open gap in his pants and found him, hot and hard. His groans increased as I, gripping him firmly, stroked his rigid length from base to tip. I rubbed my thumb over his silky smooth head delighting in the sensations that rippled through him.
Closing his eyes, he bit down on his bottom lip and hissed, “I need to be inside you. Now.”
Relinquishing my hold on him for a moment, I got off and pulled his pants down. Then I straddled his lap, a knee on either side of his legs. Jakob took that opportunity to slip his fingers into me, exploring every inch, sliding into every crevice. I sucked in a breath as he buried three fingers inside. Helpless to fight the pleasure he gave me, I let him explore and tease.
Wrapping one arm around my waist and gripping his cock tight, he guided me onto him. Slowly, torturously, he lowered me. I grit my teeth against the urge to slam down. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and allowed him to lead me, enjoying the naughtiness of it.
