Tropical Tryst: 25 All New and Exclusive Sexy Reads

by Nicole Morgan

  “Lube,” he said matter-of-factly. I heard the lid of the bottle open, and then, the cool and silky liquid fell against my searing flesh. He rubbed it around with his fingers, working it into my tight hole, priming me, getting me ready. But I’d had sex without lube before, and been fine; the man had already primed me so well with his tongue, I knew we wouldn’t have had any problems. But nonetheless, I appreciated the concern and attention and showed him as much by pushing back into his fingers and letting out a groan of need as he slipped in a second digit.

  “Patience, greedy girl. Otherwise, I might have to punish that lovely ass of yours.”

  Yes! Yes, please!

  He removed his fingers, and I heard the bottle of lube fall haphazardly to the bed beside me. And then, that familiar pressure, a slippery, hard rod, poked my delicate hole, ordering me to let him in. I pushed my muscles out again and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling while my body relaxed. I was no timid little virgin when it came to ass-play, but it’d been a while, and even before, with Ray, there was sometimes that initial snap of pain. I braced myself as he made his way in and through the first ring of muscles. I was tight, and it hurt.

  He growled. “Oh, God. You’re so fucking tight. So… so fucking tight.”

  “M-more.”

  Another groan and he continued to push. He breached the second ring of muscles, and then things were easier, things were good. I let out a contented sigh and pushed back into him, loving the feeling of his pubic hair against my butt.

  But he didn’t move. Why wasn’t he moving?

  It came out of nowhere. A slight whistle through the air, followed by a harsh and wet slap to my left cheek. I yelped.

  “W-what the fuck was that?”

  “A switch. I found it in the bush this afternoon on our walk back. You were busy ogling a flower. What do you think?”

  What did I think? I think I wanted another one. Holy hell, did I ever feel alive!

  “I-I think I want another one.”

  “Are you begging for me to spank you?”

  I smiled. “Yes…please Derrick, please fuck me in the ass and spank me.”

  “Fuck, you dirty little thing, you’re going to make me blow my load just from that sexy little voice of yours, saying such filthy things.”

  I smiled again and then wiggled my butt. “More, please.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  Three more hard and fast blows came down, two to the right and one more to the left. The sting quickly bloomed into a warm tingle that seeped through my body and pooled between my legs. I felt a drip of arousal make its way down my inner thigh. I was so freaking close.

  The clatter of wood hitting the tile floor told me he’d tossed it to the ground, was he going to use his hand now? But before I could blink, think or breathe Derrick started fucking me in the ass. Hammering into me with hard and measured thrusts. Filling me, while his hand continued to rub my clit, giving me that little bit of extra attention, that little bit of extra stimulation that I needed to get me up and over the edge of bliss.

  “Oh God, Derrick!” I couldn’t see a damn thing, and my hands were sweaty and bound up in the silk, but somehow that all added to the moment, added to the intensity of what we were doing, to the debauchery of it all. I couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t hold, couldn’t delay it any longer. I bowed my back, bit my lip and let go.

  Sounds, smells, feelings, everything was heightened as my body fell over the cliff and into the abyss, into the swirling vortex of pleasure. The orgasm was like a black hole, sucking me forward until I was all but lost to the sensation, to all the sensations. My clit pulsed, my pussy clenched, and my nipples ached, and even in the throes of ecstasy, I wanted more. I wanted it all. I begged for it all.

  “Fuck!” He let out a feral roar as he pumped hard and fast into me, his rhythm faltering as he approached his own pinnacle.

  “Oh...” was all that came out of my mouth. One long, breathy oh. My mind was blank. I’d forgotten what words sounded like, forgot colors and shapes; I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you my name if you’d have asked me mid-orgasm, I would have said “his” if I’d been able to say anything. Because at that moment I was Derrick’s. Completely. Nothing else mattered besides him, and way he made me feel. The pleasure was all-consuming. My body shuddered around him as the orgasm continued to unravel, working its way outward until even my eyelids and the tips of my ears seemed to be in rapture.

  I heard him grunt and snarl behind me, and teeth, once again, came down hard, only this time it was more around my ribcage, and it hurt like hell. I squeezed myself around him as he found his release, pulling him in deeper.

  A few seconds later he slumped against my back, the hand between my legs having ceased, while the bite mark on my ribs stung like a bitch.

  He slipped out and then padded to the bathroom, coming back a second later with a warm washcloth. He cleaned me up and went to work removing the scarves.

  I blinked a couple of times, letting my eyes readjust to the light before I found his face. He looked almost wary. “You okay?” he finally asked, climbing into bed beside me and pulling the covers up to his waist.

  I stood up from the bed, a little wobbly on my legs, boneless from all my orgasms. “Yeah, why?”

  He lifted one shoulder. “Just wanted to make sure you don’t regret what we just did.”

  I gave him the sassiest smile I could before turning my back to him, wriggling my butt just as I was about to head into the bathroom. I stopped and craned my neck around the corner to look at him. “There hasn’t been one thing, since I met you, that I have regretted. Tonight was no different.” And then, with a wink and smile, I shut the door so I could pee.

  I climbed back into bed a few moments later and snuggled up close. He was warm and smelled incredible, and I quickly felt the need for sleep eclipsing me. It’d been another roller-coaster day, but thankfully we’d managed to climb off the ride unscathed.

  Derrick’s fingers slowly ran up the length of my spine while his chest rose and fell in even breaths beneath my head. Two people, cuddled up like familiar lovers, but who really knew very little about one another. And I wanted to change that. I wasn’t sure what the next few days would bring, and whether we’d stay in contact, or part ways and never speak again. My chest tightened with that thought so I quickly pushed it out of my head. We still had a couple of days; there was no sense getting depressed about it now.

  I drew evocative little figure eights around his nipples. “Can I ask you something?” I knew he wasn’t asleep because the way he was tickling my back was too precise, too laden with naughty intent to be done while sleeping. Every time he swept his hand down my spine he’d dip it a little lower, caressing the crevice of my butt. No, this man was wide awake and knew exactly what he was up to.

  “Sure.” He yawned, not bothering to stop what he was doing.

  “How are you so…” I had to pick my words carefully; I didn’t want to offend him. “Where’d you learn… Are you a trained Dom?”

  A sexy chuckle thundered in his chest, and it bobbed slightly beneath my ear. “No…well, not really.” I lifted my head and looked at him, He just winked and, using his free hand, guided my head back down to his chest. “My ex was a closet submissive. Bossy as fuck and with an ice -cold heart during the day, ruling the corporate world with an iron fist. And then at night she wanted to kiss your feet and do your bidding… but she wanted an actual Dom/sub relationship, and that just wasn’t for me. In hindsight, I probably did see the signs years ago and just ignored them, but now, looking back, we’re just too different to have ever worked out. Whether she cheated on me and then filed for divorce or not, we were doomed to fail.”

  “I’m sorry your wife cheated on you,” I murmured, twirling my finger through the hair that ran from his navel down beneath the sheets.

  “She wanted to be led around naked on a leash with a ball-gag in her mouth and paraded around at fetish and BDSM parties. And that is not my
thing. We played… a lot. And I became very good at it, but I never formally trained as a Dom, even though Mariah begged me to. I’m all for some play and control, but at the end of the day, you’re your own boss. I’m going to ask you if you’re okay with something, I’m not going to just to flog your ass without your consent first.”

  I gave him a quizzical look. There was more to this story.

  He exhaled loudly. “Mariah is also into rape roleplay, which I wasn’t down for. My cousin, who I am very close with, was raped as a teenager, at the Calgary Stampede. We were both working there, and she’d been accosted by a couple of drunken cowboys. She came and found me right after it happened, and I’ll never be able to get the image of her torn clothes, tear-stained face and beaten body out of my mind. So, I always ask for consent first. Always ask if you’re cool with what I plan to do. And that had pissed my ex off. She said I was a shitty Dom.”

  “Well I don’t think you’re a shitty Dom,” I said, running my hand up the length of his chest. “I think you’re a very respectful one. A gentlemanly Dom.”

  He snorted. “Thanks. And Mariah’s big into erotic asphyxiation, kept asking me to choke her. And that’s another hard limit for me. I nearly died as a kid from choking. I was horsing around with my brothers in the barn, got tangled up in some ropes and fell over the mezzanine. I don’t do choking.”

  My eyes bugged out of my head from the sudden information overload; this Mariah woman sounded like a piece of work. I shook my head but didn’t look at him; I remained focused on his bellybutton hair. Something told me he found it easier to open up when we weren’t looking at each other.

  “I don’t do choking either,” I whispered.

  His hand came up, and he pet my head. “Good. Turns out her boss, the guy she was cheating on me with, is a highly-revered Dom in the BDSM community, and now they’re together. He chokes her, pretends to rape her, leads her ass around on a leash with a ball-gag in her mouth. Flogs her until she practically passes out on a St. Andrews cross, in front of dozens of people, and the two are apparently very happy. And I’m happy for them. He gives her what I was unwilling to, and now I’m free to do as I please. It sucks, but in the end, I’m grateful it happened now, before we had kids. A divorce is messy enough as it is, and to throw kids into the middle of it would have been heartbreaking.

  “They certainly can be.” I thought about my own parents’ divorce and how ugly it had gotten. My brother and I had been teenagers when it’d happened, but it was still devastating to watch, possibly even more so because of our age, because we understood more of what was going on and why my mother spent hours crying in her room. “Wh-why didn’t you mention the fact that your ex-wife cheated on you when I brought up my ex cheating on me? The guy who saw the call girls?”

  He lifted one shoulder, and then resumed tickling my back. “I wasn’t ready to share. Just because you were, didn’t mean I was.”

  Why did that sting?

  I clenched my jaw. “Oh, okay.”

  “Piper, look at me.”

  I did as he ordered.

  He didn’t scream alpha like Chase or Robert; you didn’t see his commanding presence from a mile away like the other guys. No, Derrick’s power was deeper. He had this unwavering confidence and magnetism, and you just couldn’t help but be drawn to him and do as he said. But as I got to know him more, I started to see that he didn’t really reveal the true dominant to just anyone. The man was fun and jovial and the life of the party when we were with the friends we made along the way, but when we were together, especially behind closed doors, that’s when the true dominant, the lion, came out, in full mane-shaking glory.

  “I’m a private person, okay?”

  I swallowed and nodded. “Okay.” I suddenly felt like I’d overstepped and asked him too many questions. Was he upset I was being so nosy?

  “I’ve shared a lot with you, A LOT. But we were in a crowd of people, or in the hostel cafeteria, and I’m not someone who likes to talk about my personal life out in public. In here, with you, I’ll open up. But… I prefer to keep my dirty laundry away from curious eyes.”

  I nodded again. “Okay.”

  He looked down at me and cupped my face. “I’m not mad, though, I promise. I’m willing to open up to the right person in the right place. That’s all. But you have that look in your eye. I’m enjoying opening up to you, getting to know you. Okay?”

  I swallowed. “Okay.”

  His mouth slid up into a salacious and sexy grin. “Do I need to stick my tongue in your ass again to get you to believe me?”

  My eyes flew open wide. “Uh…”

  Suddenly I found myself on my back, his big frame hovering above me, my arms pinned over my head, but with just one of his hands, while the other one slid down between my breasts, past my navel, and rested on my mound. He dipped one finger inside and then brought it up to his lips. “Mmmm,” he hummed. “Wet and ready, just how I like it.” His eyes, stormy gray and penetrating, found mine. He held my gaze for a second; his nostrils flared as he reared up and slammed home.

  CHAPTER 15

  We woke up the next day to more driving rain. And it didn’t let up or stop for our entire daylong trip back to Cusco. The sky was dark, almost black. Even during midday, the clouds hung low and ominous, big droplets falling hard and heavy and drenching everything in seconds. I secretly hoped that I’d get to ride on a train. The track that ran through the center of town had been so quaint and old world, I couldn’t wait to hop aboard and hear the whistle and feel the side-to-side jostle as we made our way through the Andes.

  And we were on the train, and it did whistle and jostle, and when I looked out the window and saw looming peaks, jagged and foreboding, I was happy that we’d opted NOT to hike the Inca trail and instead embrace our twenty-first-century selves and the glory of technology and rapid transit. But when the smell of damp coat and exhausted backpacker settled in the air, the stuffy, musty, recycled air around the cramped train car, I began to re-think things.

  Derrick’s hand found mine. “Not long now, I think.”

  I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, positively exhausted, even though I’d done nothing but sit all day. “What happens after we get off the train?” I yawned, a sudden chill catching me and making me shiver. He reached for the alpaca blanket he’d bought and draped it over the both of us.

  “I think we catch a bus back to Cusco.”

  I nodded and snuggled in tight to him. “Good.”

  I wasn’t asleep, because how on earth could I sleep on the train? It was noisy, stinky and shook like a paint mixer, but I was in some kind of half-unconscious purgatory when a curious hand made its way between my legs. My eyes flashed open, and I looked up at Derrick. Not wanting to cause too much of a scene, I didn’t bother removing my head from his shoulder.

  His eyes smoldered, and with his free hand he brought one finger to his lips and shushed me. His big blanket covered us, and my small day backpack lay nestled on my lap and against my chest, so even though I was very much aware of his exploratory fingers, no one else on the train car could possibly be.

  I wore loose fitting cargo pants; they earned zero points in the fashion department but were a solid ten when it came to function and comfort. Derrick’s finger slid beneath the waistband and, thanks to the looseness of the pants, he had ample room to work. Slowly, very slowly, he began rubbing devious little circles around my clit, so gentle, so slight but with more than enough enthusiasm to make my whole body spark to wanton life.

  I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. His head rested against mine, and his eyes were closed; the man was pretending to sleep! Meanwhile, beneath the covers, he was tormenting my body until I was just about ready to explode. Was I supposed to come? Would he be upset if I didn’t? Would he punish me later if I wasn’t able to come? Oh, maybe I wanted to be punished. Hmm.

  “What’s uh…what’s the plan?” I whispered, pretending to kiss his cheek, and deciding I didn’t need t
o pretend at all, and I pecked him on the side of the face.

  He tilted his head down, his lips next to my ear. To anyone watching we would just appear to be a young couple in love, innocently chatting, and we were chatting, only there wasn’t a damned thing innocent about it.

  “You’re going to come for me, and you’re going to come hard. In a train, full of people, you’re going to get your rocks off, and only you and I will know. And if you don’t, I’m going to tan your ass with my belt when we get back to Cusco, is that clear?”

  Oh, my God, yes, please! I swallowed and nodded.

  “I need to hear it, Piper, say it.” The dominant, the sexy authoritarian, demanding and not requesting. I wanted to please him so badly.

  “Yes , I understand.”

  “Good.” His fingers continued their exquisite torture. Around and around and around they went, brushing my clit and then delving deeper into my cleft, back and forth, around and around, up and down, fucking me senseless until I could barely stand it. I was slick with need and wanted desperately to buck my hips up into his hand, but I knew I couldn’t; it would draw far too much attention.

  “You’re close,” he said, his voice a breath above a whisper. “Get ready to come for me, baby.” He pinched my clit, and I shattered into a million tiny pieces. All I could do was close my eyes and pray nobody noticed my ragged breathing. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and let the waves of pleasure ripple through me as I rode out the orgasm.

  “Good girl.” He pecked me on the forehead. “Good girl.”

  I whimpered softly as the climax dissolved, leaving my body limp and boneless, and then I slumped against him and closed my eyes with a sigh.

  “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever met,” he said into my hair, planting another kiss to my temple this time and pulling me closer. “But you weren’t quiet enough. I saw the man across the aisle look up, so I’m still going to punish you when we get back to Cusco.”

  My head snapped up, and my eyes widened, while my heartbeat, which had returned to rest, picked up the pace again. He just grinned at me, pulled me close again and winked. “And you’re going to love it.”