by Paige Tyler
Was that whole thing about going kayaking his subtle way of telling her he wanted to continue seeing her when they got back to Seattle? Although she wanted to believe it was, she’d never known a guy to be subtle. So she had interpreted his casual comment as a gentle reminder that they had agreed to have a no-strings-attached weekend, just in case she had read more into their picnic than he had intended. She hadn’t known what to say, which was why she had just muttered something noncommittal.
Of course, now that she had time to stand around and think about it, she couldn’t keep from replaying their conversation over and over in her head to see if she’d gotten the message right. All that did was confuse her even more. She was almost positive he wanted everything to come to a nice, tidy finish at the end of the weekend, but a part of her wasn’t sure. Then again, that part could just be wishful thinking. God, she wished she’d never put that stupid no-strings clause in her proposition that first night. If it wasn’t for that, she’d probably be well on her way to planning her own wedding right now, at least mentally. As she took Dawson’s arm to follow the soon-to-be bride and groom down the aisle a little while later, she let herself imagine for just a moment that she and the handsome man at her side were rehearsing for their own wedding.
“You know,” he said softly, “I could be licking your pussy right now instead of walking up and down this aisle over and over. How many times is this anyway?”
Kate ignored the tingle between her thighs and forced herself to focus on the question. “I’m not quite sure. Ten, I think.”
He groaned. “Well, if Rachel announces she wants to do it again, I say we make a run for it.”
Kate laughed. “I think she might notice.”
Luckily, though, Rachel decided they’d all practiced enough and suggested they go inside and have a drink before dinner. Everyone sighed with relief at that, including Kate. She was eager to be alone with Dawson.
“And where did you two run off to this morning?” Rachel asked, sidling up to Kate in the bar the moment Dawson went to get them something to drink.
“We went on the scavenger hunt like everyone else,” Kate said.
Her friend laughed. “Sure you did.”
Crap. She never was a good liar. “Okay, you caught us. Dawson and I didn’t go on the scavenger hunt. We went sightseeing instead.”
Rachel lifted a brow. “I’d think after two days, you’d have seen all the sights his room has to offer. Or did you spend the day in yours just for a change of scenery?”
Kate shook her head. “We didn’t spend it in either. We had a picnic lunch at Lime Kiln State Park, then sat on the cliffs and did some whale watching.”
“Sounds romantic, but that naughty look on your face tells me that wasn’t the only thing you did up there.”
“Well, no. I gave him a blowjob while we were there, too.”
Rachel’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t! Right out in the open?”
Kate blushed and nodded. “I did! I couldn’t help myself. Besides, there wasn’t anyone around. Well, the park ranger came by, but I was finished by then.”
“He almost caught you?” Her friend grinned. “You’re crazy. I don’t blame you a bit, though. Dawson’s a hot guy.”
Kate sighed. “And amazing in bed. Not to mention creative.”
“Creative, huh?”
“Very. Though maybe kinky might be a better word.”
Rachel looked even more surprised at that than she did at hearing Kate and Dawson had gotten busy at the state park. She took a step closer. “Kinky? Do tell.”
Kate looked around to make sure no one was standing close enough to overhear. Even so, she lowered her voice. “Well, when we went up to his room after playing croquet yesterday, he gave me a spanking. Then last night, he tied me up.”
“Damn, that is kinky.” Rachel sighed. “Okay, I’m officially jealous.”
Kate looked at her friend in surprise. Rachel was getting married tomorrow. What could she possibly be envious about? “Jealous? Why?”
“Because Bob and I never do anything that kinky in bed.”
Kate found that hard to believe. Next to Kristen, she would have thought Rachel was the most likely to experiment with a guy in bed. “You don’t?”
Rachel shook her head. “No, but that’s going to change.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I never did anything that kinky either until I slept with Dawson,” Kate said.
Rachel smiled. “I knew having a weekend fling with him would be a good idea.”
At the reminder, Kate wondered if she should get Rachel’s take on what Dawson had said that afternoon, but then she changed her mind. Her friend would probably only lecture her again. Besides, Dawson was coming over with their drinks.
Giving him a smile, Kate took the glass of wine he’d brought her and forced herself to stop overanalyzing things and just enjoy being with Dawson. She’d figure out what he meant later.
Although dinner with her friends was as much fun as it always was, she was impatient to be alone with Dawson again and was glad when he suggested they make their escape after dessert. Telling everyone to have a good night, they left the restaurant and took the elevator upstairs. Once in his room, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“What do you say we try out the hot tub?” he asked when he lifted his head.
Kate had never made love in a hot tub before, but according to Cosmo, it was a totally erotic experience. Her lips curved into a smile. She was having a lot of erotic experiences with Dawson, she noticed. “I’d love to.”
He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that. Why don’t you grab us some towels from the bathroom and I’ll get the tub going.”
It must have taken Kate longer to put her hair up and get the towels than she realized because when she came out of the bathroom, Dawson had already stripped off his clothes and was waiting for her in the hot tub, arms outstretched on either side of him.
He gave her a lazy grin. “Aren’t you going to get undressed and join me?”
Kate smiled as she set the towels down. If she knew Dawson, he probably got the hot tub filled in record time just so he could sit back and watch her take her clothes off. As she reached back to undo the zipper on her dress, she remembered what a rush it had been to give him a show the other night and her pussy tingled between her legs.
If the way Dawson’s gaze swept over her body as she slowly undressed was any indication, then he was just as captivated now as he’d been the first time she’d done her striptease for him. As she stepped into the hot tub and immersed herself in the warm water, Kate couldn’t help feeling a little thrill of excitement at knowing she turned him on.
Dawson took her hand and tugged her close to capture her lips in a long, drugging kiss that had her melting against him. With a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Underneath the water, his hand cupped her breast. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and she moaned against his mouth as he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze. Cosmo hadn’t been wrong. His touch felt completely different in the water.
Drawing her bottom lip into his mouth, he suckled on it gently before trailing kisses along the curve of her jaw. Kate arched against him, letting her head fall back as he continued kissing his way down her neck and along the curve of her shoulder. She would have liked him to continue moving down her body, though she wasn’t exactly sure how he’d manage it in the hot tub without drowning. Not unless he could hold his breath for a really long time, of course. But Dawson got around that little problem. Putting his hands on her waist, he easily lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the tub. Now, why hadn’t she thought of that?
Dawson must have mistaken the look of wonder on her face for one of surprise, because his mouth twitched. “I did promise to return the favor for that incredible blowjob you gave me today, remember?”
Oh yeah, she remembered. Her lips curved. “Not only do I remember, but I’ve been waiting impatient
ly for you to make good on that promise. My pussy has been wet the entire day.”
“Show me,” he commanded.
Considering she’d just been in the hot tub, she was obviously wet, but as she spread her legs wide, Kate felt the unmistakable creaminess of her arousal. That was the kind of wetness she was talking about.
Dawson groaned. “You are wet, aren’t you?”
She grinned. “Told you I was.”
Kate leaned back on her hands and propped one foot on the tile, expecting him to bend forward and dive right in, but instead he leaned back against the opposite wall of the tub and stretched his arms out on either side of him.
“Show me where you want me to lick you,” he ordered softly.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, hesitating. She’d masturbated before, of course, but never in front of a guy. However, the idea of touching herself while Dawson watched excited the hell out of her.
Keeping her gaze locked on his, Kate lifted her hand and provocatively slid her finger in and out of her mouth to get it nice and wet before slowly running it up and down the slick folds of her pussy. “I want you to lick me here.”
On the other side of the hot tub, Dawson followed her movements as if mesmerized, and she felt a rush at the knowledge that she held such power over him.
She made her way down to her opening and dipped her finger inside. “And here.”
Dawson inhaled sharply.
She slid her finger out and glided it along the folds until she came to her clit. Once there, she made small, lazy circles around it. “And most especially here.” She gave him a slow, sexy smile. “Think you can remember all of that or should I demonstrate again?”
His mouth quirked. “I think I’ve got it, but why don’t you do it again, just to make sure.”
Kate laughingly obeyed. When she slid her finger in her mouth this time, though, it was wet with her arousal, and she let out a moan at the musky flavor. As she ran her finger up and down her slit, she wondered if getting turned on by the taste of her own juices made her extra kinky or not. As she slipped her finger deep into her pussy a moment later, she decided she didn’t care if it did make her extra kinky. She liked it.
She also liked the way her finger felt inside her and couldn’t resist giving it a little wiggle before pulling it out to rub her clit. The plump little flesh tingled beneath her touch, evidence of how excited she already was, and she found herself moving her finger round and round much longer than necessary for demonstration purposes.
“You’re not going to make yourself come, are you?” Dawson asked.
Kate opened her eyes to find him regarding her with a teasing expression on his handsome face. She blushed, but while she slowed her movements, she didn’t take her fingers away. “No, of course not.”
“Good. Because as sexy as watching you touch yourself is, I’ve been waiting to nibble on your pussy all day.”
Pushing away from the wall of the hot tub, Dawson crossed the distance between them until he was kneeling between her legs. Kate took her fingers away from her clit without protest. While touching herself always brought her to orgasm, it didn’t compare to the magic Dawson could work with his tongue.
He put his hands on her thighs and gave her what could only be called a wicked grin. “Let’s see if I have the sequence right.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that whatever sequence he followed was fine with her, but he had already bent his head to slowly run his tongue along the folds of her pussy and all that came out was a sigh.
“You wanted me to lick you here, right?” he asked.
“Mmm,” she breathed.
He moved lower to tease the opening of her pussy. “And here?”
She gasped as he plunged his tongue into her. “Oh yeah, right there.”
He moved back up the folds to flick at her clit with his tongue. “And here, too, isn’t that right?”
She moaned. “Most especially there.”
He chuckled softly, then let out a husky groan as he buried his face between her spread thighs and began to repeat that same sequence over and over again.
He teased her so long she thought she was going to go insane. He never gave her clit more than a couple of flicks with his tongue before moving back down her folds. He probably knew how close she was and wanted to keep her on the edge.
Then just when she was about to start begging for release, he turned his attention to her most sensitive place and began to lap hungrily at her clit.
Kate threaded her fingers in his hair, wanting to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere this time. But when Dawson thrust his finger deep in her pussy and began to move it in and out as he licked her, she knew he was done teasing her.
Her climax washed over her like a tidal wave, picking her up and taking her with it until she was dizzy from the ecstasy of it. When it finally subsided, she opened her eyes to find Dawson gazing up at her, a lazy grin on his face.
“Was that how you wanted me to lick your pussy?” he asked.
She leaned forward to kiss him long and hard on the mouth, her taste there arousing her all over again. “That was exactly how I wanted you to lick my pussy.” She glanced down to see the head of his hard cock poking out from beneath the bubbles and she reached into the water to wrap her hand around him, her lips curving into a smile. “I see I’m not the only one who enjoyed that.”
He groaned at her touch. “I need to be inside you.”
“Really? I would have never guessed.”
“Really.”
She kissed him again. “Then you’ll have to catch me first.”
Before he could ask what she meant by that, Kate scooped up a towel, jumped to her feet, and ran for the bedroom. Behind her, she heard a deep chuckle followed by water sloshing in the tub as Dawson hurried after her. Giggling, she raced across the room, heedless of the mess she was making on the carpet. She’d almost reached the bed when a strong arm caught her around the waist.
“Gotcha!” Dawson growled, his soft voice sending delicious shivers coursing through her as he pulled her back against his chest.
Kate laughed. “Guess that means you get to slide that hard cock of yours inside me.”
He pressed a kiss to her ear. “Guess it does.”
Taking the towel from her, he slowly and methodically dried her off. Kate couldn’t help but notice he paid particular attention to her breasts, pussy, and ass cheeks, none of which were all that wet to begin with. Not that she was complaining, of course.
“You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he said as he ran the towel over the curve of her bottom yet again.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Do you really think so?”
He tossed the towel on the floor and ran his hand over her derriere instead. “You sound surprised.”
She shrugged. “It’s just that no other guy has ever complimented my ass before.”
“Then you must have gone out with some really dense guys because your ass is perfect,” he said softly. “In fact, just looking at it makes want to do all kinds of naughty things.”
Kate’s pulse quickened as she remembered the spanking he’d given her the other night. Surely she deserved another one for making him chase her around the hotel room. “Such as?”
He put his mouth close to her ear. “Such as sliding my very hard cock right in there.”
She turned in his arms to look at him in wide-eyed surprise, but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing would come out.
He reached up to gently tuck her hair behind her ear. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
She blushed and shook her head.
He considered that for a moment. “Would you like me to slide my cock in your ass?”
Kate didn’t answer right away. She’d always been curious about anal sex, but had never trusted any of the other men she went out with enough to try it. But despite just meeting Dawson a few days ago, she trusted him more than any man she’d ever been with. And af
ter all the other things they had done in bed, she instinctively knew it would be good with him.
She wet her lips and nodded.
He cupped her face in his hand, then bent his head and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. “I’ll be gentle with you, baby. I promise.”
She reached up to cover his hand with hers. “I know you will be.”
He kissed her again. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
Pulse racing, Kate did as he told her. Behind her, she heard Dawson open the drawer to the bedside table and she glanced over her shoulder to see him taking out a condom and a tube of lubricant. She expected him to put on the condom, lube up, and slide in her ass, but instead he coated his finger with the clear jelly.
Even though she knew Dawson would be gentle, she couldn’t keep from tensing a little as he came up behind her. He must have sensed she was nervous because he soothingly ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her bottom. She immediately felt herself relax at his touch. It was like he knew exactly which buttons to push.
“I’m just going to tease you with my finger, sweetheart,” he said softly.
Kate let out a little moan as he slipped his lubed-up finger between her cheeks and lightly massaged the opening of her ass. She’d never thought of that area as being particularly erogenous, but what he was doing felt good and she found herself arching her back to lift her ass higher in the air.
Dawson slowly pushed his finger in her hole a little bit at a time. Even though it was pleasurable, Kate still stiffened and clenched her muscles around his finger. He stopped moving immediately.
“Relax,” Dawson coaxed softly.
She exhaled as she slowly unclenched her muscles. As she did so, he slid his finger in deeper, opening her wider. She automatically tightened her muscles again, but then quickly relaxed. Dawson kept his finger where it was for a moment, to let her get used to having something in her ass, she supposed, but then he gently began to move in and out of her.
