As I’m bent over the side of the tub, I watch as Tyler drops his shorts to the floor and walks toward me with a mischievous and knowing smile, his rock-hard cock bobbing up and down with each step he makes.
“Stay bent over,” he orders as he kneels down behind me.
I grip hold of the sides of the hot tub and heavily gulp at the feel of his hands smoothing over my ass. My insides clench as I feel him press a single kiss against the bottom of my back. I wince a little as his teeth scrape just below where he just peppered a kiss, and with a little tug, he pulls my bikini bottoms over my ass with the skin of his teeth. The feel of his lips gliding along my bare ass has my pussy quivering with want. Once the bottoms are around my thighs, he pulls them down my legs and forces each of my knees to lift until he rids them from my naked body completely. He leans back in and brushes his lips along my butt cheek while he palms the other one. I whimper and jolt forward when he gives my ass a little slap.
“God, I fucking love this ass,” he speaks, his lips still attached to said ass.
He nuzzles his face against my ass, his nose inhaling deeply as he licks the length of my crack before spreading my ass cheeks wide open. I shiver when the cool air hits the most vulnerable parts of me, and my pussy trembles at the sudden breeze. He gently blows against my asshole, and I groan as he presses a single kiss there. My hips buck as he flicks his tongue to join in.
Holy shit.
“You like that, baby?” he asks before flicking his tongue there again.
I almost combust on the spot.
Jesus Christ.
I’ve never been one for anal play, but this seems like a different ball game altogether.
His tongue feels hot as fuck.
My fingers grasp against the sides of the hot tub.
“Tyler,” is my garbled response as he breathes heavily against me.
“You didn’t answer my question. I’ll ask again. You like that?”
As if he thinks I need another recap, he gives another flick of his tongue, and I almost fall into the tub at the impact of his touch.
“Yes, yes, I like it,” I pant out.
While his mouth is poised against my ass, his fingers crawl along my inner thigh until they brush the lips of my pussy.
He circles my wet flesh as he asks, “Do you want me to lick your asshole while I finger-fuck your pretty pussy?”
He licks me while he slips a finger inside, and I arch my back, pushing my ass out.
I whisper-scream, “God, fuck yes!”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement from me, and his tongue goes to town, licking and rimming my asshole, while two of his fingers drive deep into my pussy. He eagerly laps me up, grunting every few seconds, with every one of his growls matching my breathless moans.
It doesn’t take me long until I’m squirming against his mouth and fingers. However, I groan loudly with my displeasure when his lips and fingers disappear, but before I can even blink, he forces my knees apart. I look down to see his head between my legs, a dark hunger evident in his eyes. He grips my ass with his fingers and forcefully pulls me down to his mouth. He devours every inch of my pussy, his eyes never once leaving mine. My hands gripping the edge of the hot tub tighten, and with my head hanging loose, I watch him as he brings me to the brink.
My hips thrust against his face as pleasurable heat swirls all around me, and through the erotic haze, I vaguely feel a finger inch toward my ass. My pleasure skyrockets as he circles me, and without warning, he slowly pushes the tip of his finger inside my ass. My hips buck against his face, a loud scream escapes from my lungs, and the slip of his finger is all it takes for me to lose all my inhibitions as I explode against his mouth.
Holy shit.
Fucking hell.
Jesus Christ.
Once I’ve ridden through my climax, I flutter my eyes open and look down at Tyler’s heated eyes. I breathlessly giggle, my heart still racing.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from my screamfest.
He presses one final kiss to my drenched pussy. The very feel of his lips against my highly sensitive pussy initiates another moan to slip from my throat before he climbs out from under me.
He leans over me, his mouth to my ear, his hard cock to my ass, both hands kneading my breasts. “You rode my face like a true fucking cowgirl. Now, it’s time to ride my cock.”
I’m surprised I don’t come on the spot at his filthy words.
God, I love my dirty-mouthed man.
I dip my hand in to test the bubbling water, heat rising from the surface, and when I’m satisfied it’s at my desired temperature, I raise myself up from the floor and climb into the hot tub. I sink into the water and sigh at how incredible the heat feels against my skin.
“You coming in, so I can ride you?” I ask seductively, teasingly bringing a leg out of the water, pointing my toes in his direction.
Tyler’s nostrils flare as he follows the movement of my leg with his eyes. “Hell yes,” Tyler says eagerly before climbing in and settling beside me.
He grips hold of me and pulls me onto his lap, the heat and bubbles swirling around us. I straddle his thighs, feeling him hard against me. I brush my wet fingers through his hair, getting the strands a little damp.
“This hotel is incredible, but the fact that there’s a private hot tub in our hotel room is the icing on the cake,” I comment, biting his earlobe while grinding against him.
He hisses out in response, his hands gripping my hips. “I have to admit, when I booked this hotel, the thoughts were definitely a little naughty when I realized private hot tubs came standard with the rooms,” he breathes, kissing between my breasts.
“How naughty were these thoughts?” I probe with an arch of my back as his mouth slides over my nipple and gives it a gentle bite.
He glances up at me, his tongue circling the protruding flesh, and my clit throbs as I grind down on him again.
“Naughty enough that we really should have shut the drapes.” He chuckles, his eyes pointing to the patio doors behind me.
I grip his hair tighter in my grasp, tilting his head a little, forcing his lips to mine. “It’s okay; we’ll just give anyone who dares to walk past one hell of a show,” I whisper against his lips, not caring in the slightest if anyone watches. In fact, it turns me on a little, knowing someone could walk past at any given second.
He angles his hips, and I feel his cock at my entrance, but when he tries to slide inside, he misses entirely and almost impales the wrong hole. Yep, the tongue and little finger action was amazing, but no way am I gonna let him fuck me with his entire dick in my ass. Let’s just say, he’s not exactly small.
“Yep, that’s not my pussy,” I point out, laughing lightly.
He just glares at me before thrusting upward again, and he glides right past home base and zones toward forbidden territory again.
I don’t think so, buddy.
“It’s like my first time all over again.” I snort.
Tyler growls in frustration, but happiness dances in his eyes.
“It’s the water and the jets. It’s not making it easy for me, and after the way you just came on my face, it should be fucking easy.”
Now, I’m full-blown laughing, and my shoulders shake as hysteria ripples through me.
“Oh, baby,” I say in a mock soothing voice, still giggling.
His eyes shoot daggers before he grits out with pure determination, “No way will I be beaten by some water.”
I place my forefinger to his lips, hushing him. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll do what you’re obviously too incapable to do yourself,” I tease as I shift my stance over him and take his cock in my hands.
This seems to send him overboard, and he all but snatches his dick from my grasp. He wraps his own fingers around it before holding it against the opening of my pussy.
“Oh, believe me, I’m capable all right,” he states cockily.
After forcing just the tip inside me, he
gives a quick thrust of his hips. I silently scream as he successfully hits home this time, and it takes my breath away.
“Am I incapable now?” he asks as almost a dare, adding another thrust into the mix.
“No!” I cry out, piercing my nails against his shoulders as his cock hits the spot, and it shoots straight to my clit.
He instantly takes charge. He pulls out of me and repositions us so that I’m the one sitting down in the hot tub. He pushes my legs open, lifting my hips, and once he’s got his aim secure, he slams inside me and fucks me harder than I ever thought possible, roughly claiming every inch of my pussy.
And do you know what? I love every second of it.
Tyler
Life at home is a shitstorm waiting to happen, but life here in the Dominican Republic, lying here in the hot sunshine on one of the most incredible beaches I’ve ever stepped foot on, makes it easy to pretend that your entire universe isn’t about to come tumbling down on you. I know what awaits us when we go home in five days, but while we’re here, I honestly don’t have a care in the world. All that matters to me is the woman lying beside me, and with her here, I’m happy to get a little lost in paradise.
I glance over to Mia through my sunglasses, and she smiles while holding out her phone, as if she’s ready to take a snapshot.
“Say cheese,” she says happily.
I hold out my hurricane glass filled with a shitload of rum and only a drop of grenadine and give her a lazy smile. She takes a quick shot, and I grab the phone out of her hand. She immediately hides her face as I go to take a picture.
“No! You are not taking a picture of me looking like this.”
I shake my head at her ridiculous insecurities. God knows how she thinks she looks, but all I can see is pure beauty—from her cute little swimsuit to her hair sexily tied in a messy bun to her pouty lips that I just want to suck raw.
“Baby, you look beautiful,” I compliment. I take a snapshot regardless of her protests.
I snort when I see she looks half-stoned with her eyes closed in the picture.
“Your eyes are closed on that one. Give me a better pose,” I instruct.
Instead, she flips me the bird, and I retaliate by taking another snap.
“If you don’t smile, I’m going to switch to Snapchat, and I’ll show you what you look like with buck teeth and a warped face,” I threaten.
She stares daggers at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, try me,” I say with a warning smile.
She’s off her sun lounger so fast and lunges for her phone. If I’d blinked, I’d have missed it. My reflexes are too quick for her though, and I swipe the phone from her grasp, lifting it as high as possible over my head. She straddles my thighs for better leverage, bouncing that sweet ass on my crotch as she tries to reach for it, but her arms are a few inches too short.
“Give me the phone,” she demands.
When I don’t comply, she shifts a little higher, and my cock comes to life at the friction of her pussy covered in bikini bottoms shifting against my now awakened member.
“If you keep dry-humping me like that, you’ll never get it back. If anything, I’m gonna have to drag you back to the hotel room and have my wicked way with you just to get rid of the stiffy in my shorts,” I say, laughing lightly.
She giggles, slapping against my chest. “You’re insatiable, I swear.”
I ward her hands away from me, grinning from ear to ear. “Well, you’re the one bouncing on my dick; it’s not my fault my cock likes it,” I point out, laughing.
She shakes her head, humor dancing in her eyes. “Well, I wouldn’t be bouncing on you if you just gave me my phone back.”
“I kind of don’t want to give it back to you now,” I reply, thrusting my hips upward, my smile still in place.
To my dismay, she shifts off my lap and stands upright, snatching the phone right out of my hand.
“Ha, I’ve got it,” she says with delight before throwing the phone on her sun lounger.
“Come back here,” I whine, setting my drink down on the sand. I grab her by the waist, pulling her back down.
She giggles as she falls on top of me. My hands instinctively roam along the curve of her back, caressing downward until I give each butt cheek a squeeze.
“I love your ass so much,” I declare, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“I thought you loved my tatas.” She beams.
I laugh at the nickname we have for her tits. I give a sure nod, continuing my assault of her ass. “Oh, I do. I love both your ass and your tatas, and I’m pretty sure it borderlines on obsessive.”
Her fingernails that are painted a deep dark red graze along my shoulders, and I shudder at the contact.
“Well, I love your ass and tatas, too, so I think we’re even.”
Her words are like a direct shock wave to my cock, and it jerks at the impact. “My tatas?” I muse, smirking.
“Yeah.” She brushes her lips over my right pec. “I love them so much.”
She kisses my nipple, and my eyes just about roll to the back of my head. It’s all my cock can handle.
“Up,” I demand, smacking her hard on the ass.
“Ow,” she lightheartedly complains. “Why?”
“My dick can’t take any more of your goddamn teasing, woman, what with your bouncing and nipple kisses. I need to fucking cool down,” I growl, my said dick throbbing from the confines of my shorts.
She lightly chuckles, kneeling up between my legs. “You’re the one who started it.”
“And what? Now, you’re the one who wants to finish it?” I ask with a flirty grin.
She slowly slides her sunglasses from her face and throws them onto her sun lounger. She raises a brow, and her eyes darken just a smidge.
“Well, it depends on how you want to cool down,” she huskily speaks out, her fingers suggestively trailing up and down my thigh. “I mean, the sea is just a few feet away.”
That’s all the hint I need before I’m off the sun lounger with Mia over my shoulder. I charge us over to the awaiting sea as she giggles all the way.
Disappointment settles in quickly though. Trying to find an inconspicuous spot in the sea to get your freak on is impossible, especially when it’s just water for miles and not a single rock can be seen. Plus, the instant we stepped into the water, everyone else decided they wanted to take a dip, too. Instead, we just goof around in the water for a while, and eventually, it does help cool the situation I had going on down below, just not in the way that I hoped.
A while later, we return to the shore and sit against the sand as the shallow water gently laps over our legs. Mia rests against my chest, and I hold her against me. Her eyes seem completely enthralled by the blue of the sea and sky that surround us while my eyes stay locked with her. It’s impossible not to feel mesmerized by her beauty. She takes my breath away, and she has done so from the instant I spotted her across the room at that birthday party all those years ago.
She sighs with contentment as she rests her head back against my shoulder. “God, I just love it here. It’s so serene and beautiful. I wish we could stay here forever.”
I press a kiss to the side of her head. “Me, too,” I agree, feeling just as captivated by our surroundings, especially with Mia in my arms like this.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to live on the coast,” Mia tells me, her voice dreamlike.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, smiling, a little surprised by her admission.
“Yeah, I always feel a sense of calm every time I go to the beach. Even as a kid, no matter where we went on vacation, the beach was always our first stop. It didn’t matter if the beach was miles away; Mom and Dad always made time for us to visit the beach. I remember when my parents took my brother and me to Disney World in Orlando when I was ten, and even though it was a couple of hours away, we drove all the way to Clearwater Beach just so I could see it even though Daytona Beach was closer, but it’s not nearly as beautiful as Clearwater.�
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I take hold of her hand and gently caress my fingers through hers. “If you could live near any beach, where would you pick?” I ask hypothetically.
“Hmm,” she begins thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Maybe somewhere in North Carolina or Florida. I’ve never really thought about it before. I suppose the place doesn’t really matter, but just being able to smell fresh sea air while drinking my morning coffee or while walking Harley along the beach would be incredible. We can all dream, huh?” she muses in a trancelike voice.
“What if it wasn’t just a dream?” I blurt out before I can process the question.
What began as a hypothetical question quickly turns into a full-blown epiphany.
Whoa, where did that come from?
“What do you mean?” She turns to face me, confusion set in her features.
“What if moving to the coast isn’t just a pipe dream but a reality?” I ask, deadly serious.
It seems this place is having a positive effect on me because living anywhere other than the Texas vicinity has never crossed my mind until now. I’d like to say it’s the alcohol, but honestly, I’m not too sure that it is.
Her eyes widen with surprise. “Are you saying you’d want to leave Dallas and move to the coast?”
I pull her closer to me and brush my lips to hers. “I’m saying, it could be an option if that’s what you wanted.”
“But you’re talking about leaving the only place we’ve both ever called home. Our roots are in Dallas.”
“So? I’d happily move across the country—hell, across the world—just as long as you were by my side.”
She bursts out laughing, her expression one of disbelief. “How much have you had to drink?”
“A lot,” I reply honestly as I stroke along her shoulder and down her arm. “But who’s to say we have to stay in Texas for the rest of our lives?”
She holds my face in her hands, chuckling softly. “I love you, I truly do, but I can’t take you seriously when you’re six hurricanes in and drunk from hours in the sun.” She presses a slow kiss to my lips before pulling away. “Who knows? Maybe, one day, we can have that life, but let’s just enjoy the here and now. Because, just in a matter of days, life’s going to get that little bit harder, and I really want to make the most of our time here. We have five days to go crazy, have wild sex, and do whatever the hell we want. I mean, the options are endless.”
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