Not after I finally let someone get close to that, and then… I shake my head, hard.
I have to stop. I have to ignore him and pretend there’s nothing there.
That’s what I’m telling myself as I strip off my bathing suit to step into the showers. But as I run my hands over my body, I can’t help remembering all the places his just were… and wishing it were him here touching me again. I shut my eyes under the stream of hot water, imagining Ankor beside me, grinning that sly dark smile of his and pinning me against the shower door, before he bends to kiss me, his hands wrapped around my waist again, but this time doing more than just bracing me up in the water…
Stop it. I switch the shower to cold, just enough to make me gasp, and hopefully stop my imagination from running too wild.
When I’m finally soaped and rinsed off, still dripping, I turn to head back from the shower to the bench where I left my towel and my clothes earlier. But the floor is slipperier than I anticipate, and my mind is still not fully present, too distracted by thoughts of Ankor and the scene I just left behind in the pool. Without watching where I’m headed, I step directly into a slick puddle, and I let out a scream as I stagger.
I catch myself on the lockers and right myself, but not before someone bursts through the exterior door of the single room bathroom, a narrow enough room that we’re face to face in seconds.
“Are you all—” Ankor stops dead on the threshold, eyes wide as he takes me in.
Completely naked. Dripping wet.
My lips part in shock, and my gaze drops from his face over his still bare torso, to his swimming trunks. There’s an obvious bulge in them. A fucking huge bulge, that makes my palms itch with nerves suddenly, wondering what’s beneath.
We’re only a foot apart. The room is tight, narrow. He takes a step toward me, and I mirror him, unable to resist, even though I know I should reach for my towel or something instead. My nipples are hard in the air between us, from the freezing shower water earlier, not to mention the chill now that I’m soaked and naked.
His gaze darts from them to my eyes and then down to my parted lips. “Are you all right?” he asks, again, voice tight with something. Restraint, maybe? I can’t tell. There’s that light in his eyes again, dark and hungry, but it doesn’t scare me. If anything, it only turns me on, makes the fire in my veins bank higher.
I feel a pulse between my thighs, and I shiver, aware of how exposed I am. No guy has ever seen this much of me before. But just like in the pool when I floated on my back for the first time, I don’t feel afraid. Not with Ankor.
“I… I’m fine. Sorry, I should—” I start to turn, but he reaches up and cups my cheek.
Before I can fully turn away, he kisses me. His mouth crashes into mine hard, and I gasp, my lips parting and allowing him into my mouth almost before I can remember agreeing to it. My body sinks against his, and I slide my hands up, tentative, tracing my way across those hard, unfamiliar muscles of his. I never knew guys could have this many muscles in real life. I thought it only happened in movies. I trace the ridges even as he groans against my lips and kisses me harder, pinning me back against the wall.
When our mouths part for a breath, my eyes dart to his, hesitant, worried. “I… um…” I swallow hard. “There’s something I should tell you,” I manage to say, which is a miracle considering he’s kissing his way down my jawline to my throat now, cupping the back of my neck with his hand and pulling my body flush against his. I can feel every inch of him. Including the hard press of his cock through the thin fabric of his trunks, digging into my belly, thick and fat.
Fuck.
I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs, my pussy aching with desire. I have never been this exposed in front of a man before, completely naked, trembling. I’ve never been this tempted to take things further.
But I can’t, I…
“What is it?” Ankor reaches up to catch a wet strand of hair plastered across my forehead. Gently, he tucks it behind my ear. His fingers are calloused; I can feel them as the tips graze my earlobe, and that single, delicate touch sends a trill of pleasure all the way to the root of me.
My breath catches in my throat. The throb between my thighs gets stronger. I feel like my clit is swollen, humming with sensitivity, and my hands itch to reach down between us and trace the edges of his cock, pressed against me.
Ankor’s mouth is inches from mine, and all I can think about is how good it felt when he kissed me, how amazing he tasted, like salt and sea breeze and smoke all at once, a heady scent that’s all him. My lower lip trembles.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper, afraid the confession will make him shut down. After all, who wants a girl who doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, especially at my age? All my friends have long since lost their virginity to hookups or first boyfriends. But my first boyfriend, well…
My stomach churns. Don’t think about him. Not here, not now.
I thought I came to Maui to escape. But maybe I came to do more than just flee. Maybe I came here because it would be a fresh start; because I could start to live again.
Maybe this is what I was waiting for all along and I never knew it.
Or maybe Ankor is about to pull away and tell me to stop right now. I meet his gaze with a nervous flutter in my belly.
But if anything, after his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, the heat in his gaze only doubles. He reaches up to cup my chin in one strong, deft hand, and slowly tilts my face up until I have no choice but to lift my eyes to meet his. “You realize that only makes me want you even more, Sinclair, don’t you?”
My breath hitches in my chest. “It doesn’t weird you out?” I can’t help asking.
“What, to think about how I can be the first man to make you come?” His hand slides down my neck, tracing along the ridges of my shoulders, then over my collarbone.
I swallow hard, finding it hard to keep breathing steadily.
“Or to think about claiming that sweet, sexy pussy of yours?” His fingers drip lower now, grazing the edges of my breasts, circling around them, before he reaches up to run a single thumb over one nipple, pressing just hard enough to draw a faint gasp of pleasure from me.
His hands dip lower, down my sides, tracing my curves, until he flattens one palm against my stomach and drags his fingers down, across the plane of my belly to my mound. He keeps going until his palm is against my mound, his fingers slipping between my thighs. Then he leans in to kiss me again, and squeezes my pussy at the same time, making me moan against his mouth.
“I want to fuck you, Sinclair. I want to ruin your pussy for anyone else,” he whispers against my lips, and heat flares in my veins at those words. At the thought of him fucking me, claiming me.
But then he releases my pussy and steps back, a smirk playing on his mouth as he watches me, judging my reaction. It’s all I can do to hold myself upright against the wall, pulse thudding in my ears, trying to catch my breath.
“Unless, of course,” he says, moving toward the door. “You’d like me to stop.”
“No,” I blurt, louder than I mean to. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. But I square my shoulders anyway and power through it. “I don’t want you to stop. I…” I swallow hard. I’ve never talked dirty before. Never done anything like this. But being around Ankor sends a whole new reckless flood of energy through me. It makes me want to be bold. To live on the edge.
“I want you to make me come,” I whisper, just loud enough for him to be able to hear me from where he’s standing, next to the door that leads out to the pool.
“Good.” His grin widens. With a lazy smirk, he reaches out to twist the lock on the bathroom door, ensuring our privacy. Then he crosses the room back to my side in a couple easy steps, and wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Our mouths collide again, and this time there’s no hesitation from my end. I let my head fall back and my lips part, as his tongue explores my mouth, harsh, possessive. He breaks the kiss and his lips trail down my
neck, following the same path his fingertips did earlier. He licks and nips at my skin, making me gasp.
Then his mouth traces lower, over my collarbone, down to my breasts. He pins my back against the wall of the changing room, and sucks one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue flicking across the hard nub, toying with me, teasing me. I moan and arch into him, and his hands slide around the small of my back, bracing me against him as he sucks and licks at one nipple, then the next.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his breath hot against my damp skin, when he pauses to tilt his head back and meet my eyes. “You know, I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck anybody this trip?” He lifts an eyebrow, holding my gaze. “I wasn’t going to get involved. But seeing you yesterday on the beach, Sinclair… Touching you in the pool …” His hands roam down my sides, exploring every inch of my curves.
It makes me shiver, especially to know that he was just as distracted and turned on as I was earlier in the pool. It makes me feel powerful. Sexy as hell, to know that this gorgeous man was as eager to touch me as I was him.
“I didn’t want you to stop,” I admit in a low, throaty voice now. The words make him grin with pleasure.
“What about now?” he asks, his hands sliding down to my belly, before they deftly part my thighs, pushing me back against the wall so my bare ass is flat against it. He leans in and trails his tongue between my breasts and down, tracing the indentation at the center of my chest down, down, to my belly, where his tongue flicks into my navel and his teeth lightly graze my skin.
It’s enough to send a full-body shiver through me, all the way from the tip of my head down to my toes, which curl beneath me. I catch my breath in my throat and my eyes flutter half-shut, watching him taste me. “Don’t stop,” I breathe.
He grins. “Has anyone ever touched you like this, Sinclair?” He leans in once more, kissing my belly, then lower. His lips reach my mound, and he kisses me harder, one hand sliding behind me to cup a fistful of my ass cheek, pinning me against his face.
He hasn’t even reached my pussy yet, and I can already tell I’m soaked. My clit throbs, aching with the need for attention. “No,” I gasp.
“Has anyone ever made you come?” He runs his tongue down the crease of my thigh, tracing it on both sides. When my skin is glistening wet, he blows on it gently, sending a chill through me. I shiver again, and this time he feels it and grins at me, noticing.
“No,” I repeat, a little louder. “Nobody’s ever made me come before.” My ex was super traditional. He wanted to wait until marriage. Things had gotten hot and heavy before, but he always stopped before I could finish, telling me it would be more special, mean more, if we waited.
Little did I know what he really meant by that.
I push the memories from my mind. Don’t think about him. Not now. He doesn’t deserve it. This moment, Ankor kneeling in front of me, his dark eyes full of heat where they gaze into mine? This moment is all mine.
Without warning, Ankor reaches over and grabs my towel, spreading it on the single bench in the middle of the changing room. Then he grabs my hips and spins me around, pressing me back until I’m lying along the bench, my ass right at the end of it. He kneels between my thighs and drags me along the bench until my pussy is right in front of his face, spread open, bared to him.
“I’m going to make you scream so hard you’ll forget your own name,” he promises, and my pulse doubles, throbbing in my throat, my belly.
He leans in and trails his tongue along my pussy lips, not even between them yet. I groan under my breath. He smiles.
“You taste every bit as delicious as I expected,” he murmurs against my nether lips. With two fingers, he reaches up to gently part them, his other hand beneath me, still cupping my ass, using it for purchase as he draws my hips up toward his face.
This time, he presses his tongue between the folds of my pussy and drags the tip of his tongue along my slit. He moves slow, back to front, taking his time, and I moan a little at the unfamiliar, amazing sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my entrance.
He strokes back and forth in slow, steady motions, moving a little faster with each stroke, until suddenly, without warning, he plunges his tongue into my pussy.
I gasp and my hips buck up against his face. He holds me flat against the bench with one hand on my belly, and presses his mouth up against me, pushing his tongue as deep into me as it will go. When he pulls it out, he curls the tip up and forward, and I moan as he brushes one particularly sensitive spot along my front inner wall.
I start to rock in time with his movements, as he pushes his tongue in and out of me, building up a rhythm. I reach down, hesitant at first. But his eagerness, his boldness, makes me bold too. I bury my fists in his hair. “Right there,” I moan as his tongue presses against the sensitive spot again. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasp as he returns to it, over and over.
The pressure in my clit feels overwhelming, like it’s drowning out the rest of the world.
He pulls back a little, and I cry out faintly in protest, but he only flattens his tongue and drags it up over my clit instead. Now I really do cry out, loudly, my voice echoing around the tiled changing room. I don’t care. I’m too far gone to wonder if it’s audible from outside on the pool deck, or even to wonder if anyone might overhear us.
He licks me harder, faster, and I start to thrust up against his face, both fists tight in his hair. “Yes, Ankor, right there, yes…”
I don’t feel his hand move between my legs until he pushes a finger deep into my pussy. When he does, I moan in pleasure. He starts to move his finger and tongue together as one, the pressure in me building to an almost insurmountable point. He adds a second finger, and I can’t take it anymore.
I cry aloud as the orgasm sweeps over me, making my toes curl and my whole body shake from the force of it. I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers in pulses as the climax hits. He leans back a little, chuckling, his dark eyes still hungry where they fix on mine.
“You’re a screamer. Good. I like that.” He pulls his fingers out of me, and I moan a little in protest. He smirks and straightens, reaching down to his trunks.
Oh god.
He lets the trunks fall, and his cock springs free, fatter and thicker than I could have imagined. My eyes go wide.
“I want to fuck you, Sinclair,” he says, stepping closer. “I want to feel that tight, sexy pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.” I sit upright as he approaches and reach out before I can think better of it.
I hesitate, my hands inches from his cock. He reaches down to take my wrists and guides my hands to the base of his shaft, circling them so I’m gripping his cock in both hands. Even so, it takes both of my hands to encircle him, he’s so thick. Will he fit? I feel a nervous flutter of fear.
“But I won’t claim you unless you’re ready for it.” His dark eyes study mine. “If you aren’t, I’ll walk away. Right now.”
My mouth goes dry at the thought. Even after the orgasm, I’m still so keyed-up, my body practically vibrating with desire. Don’t leave me like this, I want to cry out in protest. But I swallow down the words, afraid they sound too honest, too desperate. “I’m ready,” I say instead, locking eyes with him. “I want this.”
His smile widens, slow and lazy. “You’re tight,” he says. “It might hurt.”
“I know.” I set my jaw. My hands are still around his cock, and I trace them up and down the length of his shaft, marveling at the velvety softness of him, and the contrast between that and how steel-hard his shaft feels beneath the soft skin. “But a little pain can be nice.”
He laughs softly. “Well. I’ll do my best to avoid any pain, this time, but….” He reaches down then, to catch my wrists, and raises them over my head. He transfers them into one hand, so he’s pinning my arms above my head with just one hand and reaches down with his other to pull my hips a little farther up the bench.
When he leans down over me this time, eyes fixed on mine, I ar
ch my back and feel the press of his hard muscles all the way down my body, his abs against my belly, his pecs digging into my bare, still hardened nipples.
“God you’re perfect,” he murmurs, his face inches from mine. “Where the hell did you come from?”
I laugh softly, though underneath it I feel a skip of fear. If he guesses; if he asks too many questions about my past… But he seems to pick up on the nervous flutter in my veins, because he turns away without pressing me, without waiting for an answer to that question.
He parts my thighs, and I feel his cock graze my inner thigh. He pauses to reach for a nearby locker and digs out a wallet with a condom inside.
I watch him unroll it over himself, shivering at the sight. He looks huge. As if sensing my nervousness, he smiles again, and slides one hand down to part my pussy lips. “You’re nice and wet already,” he murmurs, his fingers probing for my entrance. One finger slips into me slowly, before a second joins. My eyes flutter half-shut at the sensation. “Just relax, Sinclair, and let me show you.”
So I do. I relax. I let myself go in a way I never have with a guy before, because for some reason, I do trust him, at least when it comes to this. I trust him because he already coaxed the kind of orgasm out of me that I’d never even known I was capable of having. He knows my body better than I do, it seems. And surrendering control feels sexy, like a kind of power in itself, giving myself over to him.
He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with the tip of his cock instead. His eyes catch mine and hold. “Sinclair…” He murmurs my name like he’s testing out the way it feels on his tongue, before he slowly rocks his hips forward and presses inside me.
I moan, long and low, as his cock slides into my pussy. I can feel my walls stretching around him, straining to take in his girth. For a moment my breath hitches, and he pauses, watching me closely, attentive to my every breath and motion, waiting until I catch his eye and nod before he starts to move again, pressing deeper, deeper.
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