by Frankie Love
I nod, my body heating up as I think about my version of laying it all out there. I’m not sure I could actually use the words cock and pussy in a sentence out loud … but right now it’s the only thing on my mind. Us. Together.
“If I was being completely honest, I’d tell you I’ve been staring at you for hours,” he says. No one is around, but his words aren’t loud and boisterous. They are chill, cool — hushed. “Every time you move in that little string bikini my cock gets hard. And every time you laugh my heart pounds. If I’m being totally transparent, all I want right now is to be with you, somewhere private.”
I whimper, straightening my shoulders as a shiver runs over me. “And then what would you do? Once we were alone?”
His jaw tightens, his baby blues locked on mine and my body is wide awake. “I’d pull you in my lap, and I’d undo your top.”
I lean in closer, not wanting to miss a single word. My pussy is hot as he speaks, the words falling from his lips the only ones I want to hear.
He keeps telling me his secret fantasy. “Then I’d lick your nipples, I’d suck your titties, and then I’d finger you until your pretty little cunt was dripping.”
I gasp, my thighs clenching tight and my core lit. “And then what?” I ask, practically coming as I sit on this stool. My pussy is so hot for Brody and I need more. Now.
He runs his finger up my neck, over my lips. I open my mouth, and suck his finger the way I want to suck his cock. If anyone is around I don’t care. I’m so close to getting off on his words alone that nothing else matters.
“Then you’d sit on my dick,” he tells me, his voice gravelly, rough. Ready. “And you’d ride me with those big tits in my face until you were begging me to come.”
“And would you let me come, Brody?” I ask, pushing my tits together with my arms.
“You’d come so hard. So would I. I’d give you more than a goddamn baby burrito.”
“What would you give me?” I pant.
“I’d give you a night you’d never forget.”
Another bartender walks around the corner, and shouts at Brody. “Hey man, I’m closing up.”
Brody steeps back, his hands over his groin. My cheeks burn and all I want is his confession to be my reality.
“I guess I should go then…” I say, my words trailing off. I pull off his sunglasses and hand them over.
Brody lifts his eyebrows. “What the hell are you talking about, Bay?” He slides his glasses on. “You aren’t going anywhere without me tonight.”
Chapter Three
Brody
This girl has my cock on fucking fire, my mind racing with ideas, and heart swelling with need.
This doesn’t happen. Ever. Sure, I like to fuck — but I don’t get all emotionally invested with women, not ones I’ve just met. But the idea of Bay going anywhere alone — without me — makes my blood curdle. No fucking way am I letting my girl out of my sight.
“Alright, then what are we waiting for?” she asks with a smile. She slides off the stool and swims to the edge of the pool, climbing out. Her ass fills out her tiny bottoms and I love the way it sways side to side when she walks. I want to run my hands all over her curves and sink my cock into her creamy cunt. She wants, I want — tonight is ours.
I hand the tips to the bartender Carlos. “Thanks for letting me back here today.”
Carlos grins. “You’re the boss, Brody.”
I clap him on the back and walk up to the pool deck. Bayleigh has a kimono on, a tote bag over her shoulder, her feet slid into bright pink flip-flops. I see she has a turtle tattoo on her foot and my eyes roam over her legs, her belly, her tits. God. This woman is everything.
“You like turtles?” I ask, taking her hand. She doesn’t pull back. In fact, she laces her fingers with mine. I lead her to the beach, and she follows, no questions asked.
She smiles. “My mom did. She took me to a beach every summer — she spent all year saving up to take me. And every summer we’d swim with sea turtles. It was her favorite thing in the whole world. Besides me, I guess,” she says laughing.
“You said your mom did, is she no longer with you?”
Bayleigh nods. “Yeah, she died three year ago. She was my only family, and life without her feels … like I’m floating. Waiting to catch a wave. That make sense?”
I squeeze her hand. “It does actually, in some ways. I grew up in foster care. Never had family, so I was always a lone ranger.” I smile sadly. “But sounds like you had someone who loved you more than anything. That’s pretty special.”
Bayleigh stops walking, and turns to face me. Her hand runs over my jaw. “You’ve been through hell.”
My heart pounds again. It’s like being seen for the first fucking time. “Hey, it’s not all bad. Now I live in paradise. I can’t complain.”
“You live here year round?” she asks.
I nod. “I figure life’s hard enough, might as well spend it somewhere beautiful.”
She smiles up at me and we start walking again. “I like your optimism.”
“I like your smile.”
She laughs, pulling off my sunglasses. “I like your eyes.”
My chest expands, it’s like she really does see me. She runs her hands over my bare chest and it gives me confidence. “I like your tits.”
There she goes, laughing again, lighting up the sky. “You mean it?”
“A man would be a fool not to. You’re fucking… fucking gorgeous, Bayleigh.”
She shakes her head as our feet sink into the sand. The beach is ahead of us. The sun has begun to set and the night is ours. “You’re crazy.”
“For you.”
“All that stuff you said back there,” she asks. “At the pool, do you say that to all the girls you come up to the bar and ask for a shot?”
“None.”
“Never?”
“Not once.”
“Why me?”
I groan, dropping my head back. “Girl, because look at you. You make me feel fucking … alive.” I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me.
“You make me feel that way too,” she says softly. “I don’t do this, sleep with strangers.”
I grin. “That mean we’re gonna make my little fantasy come true?”
She bites back a smile. “I was hoping so.”
“So was I, Bayleigh.” I kiss her then,, the waves crashing, her body against mine, her skin soft in my hands. And her lips. Fuck, her lips are heaven. Melting me, fast. Our lips part and her tongue meets mine and then it’s over. All of my resolve, thoughts on waiting, on teasing this thing out. There is no waiting when you have a kiss like this.
“Come with me,” I tell her. Her eyes dance.
“I’ll follow you anywhere.”
I take her down the beach to my house. It’s made of glass and concrete, solid and fragile at the same time. Just like my heart.
“Wow, this suite is beautiful,” she says. “I had no idea the resort has rooms like this.”
“It’s not a room,” I tell her, using the keypad to unlock the door. “It’s my place.”
Her eyes widen. “You live here, on the beach?” She spins around in the room. The ocean view is magnificent, a three-sixty view, the furniture is white and grey, soft blues. “The club must pay its bartenders really, really well.”
I twist my lips. “It’s not my job, really.”
“What’s your job then?” she asks walking back toward me. She may like my house, but it’s like she really only has eyes for me.
“I own the resort. And four others like it.”
“Really?” She cocks her head to the side. “So today, at the bar …”
“I like to make sure the guests are happy, working on the ground level helps me maintain a level of excellence with my employees and the people staying here.”
“That’s really …” She licks her lips and I sense her pulling back.
“Really what?”
“Intimidating. Brody, I’m j
ust … I rent a room in an apartment in Charleston. I drive a Ford Focus and last summer I drove Uber to make ends meet. I just think … I’m not the kind of girl you’d want.” Then she swallows, color draining from her face. “Oh shit. I’m so stupid. This is just a hook-up … not anything real … of course. Why else would you ask me back here.” She drops her face in her hands, flustered and stepping back. “That’s why I don’t do this, ever.”
I step toward her, pulling her into my arms. “Hey, hey, Bay. It’s okay. Don’t get upset. I’m telling you, I don’t do this either.” I lift her chin with the crook of my finger. “You are singular. Perfect. The one I want.”
“For tonight,” she says softly, but there is bitterness in her tone.
“No. Forever.”
She rolls her eyes. “You just met me. Don’t hurt me with words like that.”
“I’m not making empty promises. I want this. You and me. Why not?”
“Because we’re strangers?… Because you ….” She stops talking. Instead she looks up at me and laughs. “Brody, I don’t mean that. You don’t feel like a stranger. You feel like—”
“Home.” I run my hand over her cheek. “I’ve never met someone who made me feel like that before. Like they were the part I’d been missing. The piece to the puzzle. The other half of my heart.”
“We just met.” She bites her lip, eyes bright with hope, with possibility.
“Thank god.” I pull her to me again. This time, I won’t let go.
Chapter Four
Bayleigh
He is way too good to be true. Sexy and rich and … kind. So gentle. So sweet.
He kisses me tenderly, cupping my face and I can’t stop thinking about his words … I want this. You and me. I tense as I think of it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Did I do something?”
“It’s just a lot … you being so sure of me when we don’t even …” I turn my gaze to the floor.
“Hey,” he says softly, lifting my chin. “We can slow down. I don’t want to rush this.”
I smirk. “You sure? You just told me I felt like home.”
He smiles. “Well, that’s the truth, Bay. But hey, let’s just take our time. Tell me everything about yourself. Give me a reason to believe this isn’t fate.”
He takes my hand and leads me out to the porch through glass doors. It’s a modern home perched on the edge of the world and it feels like I’ve been swept up in some other girls fairy tale.
“Let me get us drinks,” he says. “Red, white, more tequila?”
“White wine sounds good,” I say. Brody goes back inside and I take a second to text Tabby.
I’m with Bro — I think I’ll be here while longer. You okay?
She replies right away. Stay the night! You deserve to have fun Bay. Love you.
I send her an emoji kissy face and return my phone to my tote bag. The sun is setting on the horizon and I lean back in the lounge chair, taking in the pastel sky.
“Beautiful, right?” Brody says, returning with filled wine glasses on a tray with cheeses and crackers. “I didn’t have any burritos in the freezer — sorry.”
I giggle, patting my belly. “I think this one burrito is plenty.” We pick up our glasses and Brody makes a toast.
“To taking a chance.”
I take a sip of wine, the sweet crisp taste relaxing me. “So how did you go from having nothing to having so much?” I ask him, thinking of his childhood in foster care and now owning this exclusive resort.
“I went to college, got a MBA, and got lucky with a few investments in the stock market. Once I had capital, I found an investor who believed in me. I was lucky that Carlton, my mentor through our grad school, wanted to take a risk on a kid like me.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“What about you? What’s your life like?”
“I live in Charleston, like I said. Went to school for advertising. What that translates to is posting on social media for a flavored water company and a line of organic make-up.”
“You like that?” he asks, picking up a cracker with some cheese.
“In some ways. But a lot of times the work falls flat. I get lonely, working alone all day. I’d prefer to work with other people, a team. And stop living paycheck to paycheck.”
“Have you looked for other work?”
I shrug. “Not really because changing jobs means losing a paycheck, maybe two. I can’t really afford that. Heck, I’m only on this trip because Tabby insisted on getting me a room and she use her airline miles to get me the ticket.” Heat rises to my face. “Sorry, I feel weird talking about money with you.”
Brody rests his hand on my arm. “Hey, don’t feel weird. I get it. It’s hard to be on your own, to have to make life work without anyone to fall back on.”
“Looks like you managed it all so effortlessly.”
He chuckles. “Bay, I work seventy hours a week. I never take time off, unless I do what I did today.”
“Working the swim-up bar is your time off?” I shake my head. “You were working that bar for hours.”
“It’s a different kind of work though — I’m outside, smiling … meeting you.”
Our eyes meet and a wave of desire washes over me. “So why are you such a workaholic?”
He exhales. “I don’t have a reason to slow down. No one is waiting for me at home.”
“And do you wish there were?”
Time seems to still as he looks at me. “Yes Bayleigh, I do.”
Emotions catch in my throat. I can see myself here, with him. Being his safe place, his home base.
“This is crazy, Brody,” I say in a whisper.
“No. This is magic.”
“You’ll wake up tomorrow and the spell will have broken. I’ll go back to the hotel room Tabby paid for and I’ll be another notch on your bedpost.”
Frustration flares in Brody’s eyes. “Don’t minimize this.”
“I don’t want to get hurt.”
“Then let me protect your heart.”
I blink back the tears, never has a man talked to me like this — never has a man made me feel so safe.
“You seem like the perfect man. Funny and sweet and sexy …”
“You think I’m sexy?” he says lifting his eyebrow.
I roll my eyes. “Oh come on, you practically had me coming in the pool when you described your little fantasy.”
He laughs, the wine sloshing out of his glass.
I cover my mouth. “I can’t believe I just admitted that.”
Brody stands, takes my glass from my hand and sets it on the table. He pulls me up and runs his hands over my back. A I step closer I feel his thick erection and my pussy tightens in want all over again.
“I like it when you say exactly what you think. And you don’t need tequila to let your guard down with me. I’m telling you, I won’t let you down.”
I run my hands over his bare chest, the ladder of abs, the chiseled muscle. “You don’t mind if I go down though, do you?” My hand runs over his board shorts, my mind racing with the thought of his thickness in my mouth.
He grunts, closing his eyes. “Damn, Bay, you are a mirage.”
“No. I’m real.” I let my kimono fall to the deck and I drop to my knees. Untying his shorts, I tug them off, past his hips, and his big cock is in my face, just waiting to be sucked. “You’re huge,” I murmur, taking him in my hand. His length is so impressive, it gets me wet just touching it.
“Oh god,” he growls, his fingers threading through my hair. “You’re fucking insane.”
His encouragement has me opening my mouth, opening up for him nice and wide. I want to choke on his cock, to gag. I want him to come hard in my mouth so I can swallow his release. My clit is on fire with the thought.
I started sucking his tasty cock, nice and good. Licking him, swirling my tongue over his tip, then taking him deeper, deeper, as much as I can manage to take. I wish it were more.
I stroke his base, my fingers fondling his tight hot balls and he groans as I move my head faster. Faster.
I clench my pussy over and over again, loving the idea of getting so close to coming without a single touch. “Make me gag,” I tell him. And he seems to know what I need. He places his hands on my head and forces my mouth against his head.
It turns me on, him taking control and I dip my hand under my bikini bottoms, fingering myself. My cunt is dripping and my slit is so slick. He forces me to take him deeper and I’m gagging just the way I like.
When he comes in my mouth, I begin to suck even more eagerly, my pussy juice on my hand and I bring it to his shaft, stroking him as I swallow. Swallow everything.
We’re breathless as he finishes, and I pull back, licking my lips, savoring every last drop of his salty come.
“Fuck Bay,” he groans, eyes dark with desire. “This is better than my fucking fantasy. It’s my dream come true.”
Chapter Five
Brody
She is more than beautiful … she’s the girl singing a siren song that only I can hear. I’d drown for her, die for her — give her everything she ever wanted, needed, craved. In one night she became my whole world and I’ll never let her go.
“Come here, baby,” I tell her, taking her in my arms. She stands and I run my thumb over her full lips. She’s the breath of fresh air I’ve been craving my entire life. “Let me see you, all of you.”
I untie her string bikini at the neck, the back, and the triangle cups fall to the floor, revealing the tight nipples and full tits I just got off thinking about. “Fuck,” I groan, kissing her breasts, my tongue swirling around her pretty little nubs. She whimpers as I kiss her and I look up into eyes.
“You know what I am already planning?” I ask.
“What?” she asks breathless.
“I’m gonna titty fuck you so hard, my come is going to coat these pretty tits of yours.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Prove it, Brody.”
