by HJ Bellus
My sweet, innocent Raylan’s emerald eyes grow huge. The next moments play out in slow motion while in fast forward. I fight to keep up, but it’s a losing battle. The desire in her eyes screams out the desire streaming off her, but the shudders tell a different story.
Yes, I’m a manwhore., The best around. I ain’t about bragging or any shit like that. But I know about boundaries and respecting a woman. My little sunshine is confused. Her body knows what she wants, but her mind battles against the devil known as our society. As I said, I can read her like a book, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to change the path of her tale. There is not a plot twist in sight or at least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.
The queen I’m holding in my hand while giving no fucks about my poker face stammers, stutters, and then eventually snaps her jaw shut. She has no answer for me. But I don’t miss the fact she leans in closer to me. Our lips now brushing against each other. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
It’s an odd sensation because I’ve never desired something. I’m a go-getter type. Little Miss Raylan fucked that plan all to hell! I love that look. I get high off it. I tug her in my fist, bringing her closer to me. Each vibration of her shudder bounces off me making me want her that much more.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Self-restraint obliterated, I let my lips linger on hers. It’s not a kiss, but a connection. “Here’s the thing, Ray-Ray.”
I don’t miss her scowl. It fuels me on mind, soul, and rock-hard cock. Those facts force me to drag her closer to me in the hopes of the entire robe dropping from her body.
“I can’t get you out of my head, Raylan. And I think you’ve got the same problem.” The pad of my thumb runs circles on the apple of her cheek. She doesn’t make a move or an attempt to speak which encourages me to go on. “So why don’t we take the plunge? Let Dr. Love heal you.”
It's cheesy as fuck, but charming and the way to the end goal. I’ve gotta have her.
Not sure if it’s my breaking point or the Jack because I don’t give a fuck about the reason I’m on this cruise. It's a selfish move, but then again I’ve always made the important decisions with my dick. He’s a trusty guide who has never led me astray.
The waiting game ensues. I know my boundaries and will never cross them no matter how painful it may be. The urge to slip my hand down her toned stomach then dip into her panties is unreal. Feeling her, coating my fingers in her juices, and then licking them clean makes me groan.
Raylan changes the game with above a whisper. “You’re a whore, Memphis. It doesn't take a mathematician to figure that out. One plus one equals two.”
I wince at her blatant statement. My boys back at home poke shit at me all the damn time, and it doesn’t make me think twice. This is different.
“All wrong. You’re the guy moms warn their daughters about.”
Jesus, her body trembles against mine as she fights to get her words out. Her reaction to me threatens to destroy every single ounce of my self-control. My fist in her hair flexes on its own. I’m losing it all in front of her.
Her lips move again, grounding me. I didn't think it was possible for her cheeks to grow to life with more color, but they do. She shocks my system the same way she did when she fell into my lap. I’m turning into an ordinary everyday sappy pussy that you find on every street corner.
Her determined yet unsure voice grounds me back to my reality. “This trip was all about experiencing new things. And. I. Want. You.”
Done. Game changer.
Our lips brush against each other slow at first. Then it’s all over. I sweep my tongue over the seam of her lips and they part immediately. I’d lay my body in front of a freight train to have one more taste of her. It’s a force I’ve never faced. I’m a greedy motherfucker and will always be the first one to admit it. I devour my little ray of sunshine. There’s never been a kiss like this before. It hits me like a ton of bricks that there’s no money involved.
Raylan moans into my mouth, sending the vibrations straight to my already angry cock. Her petite hands are scouring my body, clutching at every surface available. And if that’s not enough, she begins rubbing and rocking all over me. Fuck, I’ll be her statue as long as she needs. The woman who is clumsy as hell gave me the green light to go ahead. The fact if it’s right or wrong doesn’t matter right now. Toddlers learn at a young age what the color green means and I’m not one to argue.
Time to get the damn ship rockin’!
Ten
Raylan
Holy shit! Is this really happening right now? I blink a few times like a stupid fool to make sure this is really my reality. His hands run all over my body, tugging at the robe. His searing, sexy chest is rubbing against my bare torso. That fact alone should send me running in embarrassment. But I don’t; I’m a fool climbing his massive body like it’s a tree silently begging for more.
I get my hands to work, pulling him closer to me, and moan without shame when our skin connects. Fuck, this is all wrong. So very wrong. He didn’t deny the manwhore claim, and here I am eating him alive. The door remains half open, and it’s the farthest worry of mine right now.
He’s a whore. A paid one by the looks of it and here with women who could be his damn grandmas. Wrong, wrong, wrong. My wound up throbbing core argues otherwise as Memphis’s tongue explores my mouth. He’s fucking my mouth, making my hips grind into his clothed dick.
Girls like me don’t get sex Gods like Memphis. Stop overthinking this, Ray. Your body is yelling for you to indulge in this fling. Let yourself go. My mind whirlpools with negative, nasty thoughts one right after the other while the wetness dripping down my legs protests against each thought. Screw it, I throw caution to the wind and drown in everything Memphis. To hell with it. I want him right now like this.
The way his body reacts to mine is fuel to my soul. It turns me on like I’ve never experienced before. Memphis’s hand trails down my torso until his fingers run through my folds. He pulls back a tick from my lips and mumbles into them.
“Wet. You’re so wet for me.”
I nod, head-butting him in the process. Memphis’s deep chuckle is another stream of stimulation to my pussy.
“What do you want, Raylan?” he growls into my lips. He doesn’t stay there long, moving his magical lips from mine. They trail along my jawline, nipping and licking while his hand continues to cup my pussy.
“This.” I mange to get out in a breathy plea.
“Gotta be specific, Raylan. I need to hear you.” His voice vibrates off my neck, setting off another round of fireworks in me.
“Fuck me, Memphis.” I wind my hands in his hair, tugging on it. “I need you to fuck me and make me feel something.”
I giggle, half expecting some corny Dr. Love line to flow from his lips. It doesn’t. Memphis’s face pops up to mine with a questioning stare. A hint of fear and trepidation is tugging at his features. It makes me laugh harder at the insane situation I’m in.
“Laughter in a moment like this is a sure-fire way to kill the need in my throbbing cock.” He raises a brow, staring me down. The action is making him sexier. A feat I didn’t think was possible. “What’s so funny, Sunshine?”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to ground myself. It’s not laughter attacking me now, but something rather intense. This man may be a whore and have the ethics of a slug, but the genuine and raw passion streaming from him tugs at my heart strings.
“I…uh, I get nervous giggles, and I was expecting you to say something corny with your name Dr. Love.” I squeeze my eyes shut, not comfortable with the emotions tearing through me.
Memphis presses his body further into me, trapping me between the temple of his body and the wall. Even if I wanted to run from the hurricane force known as Memphis Love, there’s no way in hell I would’ve found safe shelter in time. His stare intensifies to a startling point.
“Get one thing straight, Sunshine. I’m not Dr. Love when I’m with you. I’m not the playb
oy who has sold his body to make it out of hell. I’m Memphis. The man I’ve hidden from the world while getting by. I don't know what it is about you that makes the man want to break free from its self-inflicted prison, but you do. I want to be that guy with you.” He shrugs. “Fools rush in or some shit like that, yeah? Or in our case, fall in your lap when you least expect it.”
Although his speech was sincere each word reeking in honesty, we both crack up laughing at the last part. I’d never tell him my curiosity has been piqued since meeting him, but now the desire to know the man he’s speaking of consumes me.
“Too much?” he asks, dropping his forehead to mine.
“Naw, I’ve come to expect the cheese factor from you.”
Our lips seal as if long lost friends are reuniting and not missing a beat. Memphis has me heated up again in a matter of seconds. His kisses are like fire and ice, spreading a warm sensation through my body like a wildfire. And holy shit. Is that a tongue ring? Son of a bitch, it is. How I missed that while talking to him or while he was devouring my mouth mere seconds ago is beyond me. He deepens the kiss as my tongue runs over the small piercing.
If I was wet before, then there’s no word to describe what I am now. His palms roam underneath my robe and cup my ass. I’m hoisted up into his arms before I know what’s happening. There's no effort on his part as he holds me close to him. I fight to shrug out of the robe while locking my ankles right above the curve of his ass.
The man has ass for days. I want nothing more than to spend hours appraising its naked beauty. His Speedo does very little to hide the masterpiece. That’s a lie. I want the D and now.
His kissing grows furious. The man is fucking me with his mouth and my hips are mimicking the action against his ripped torso. My juices are coating his abs. It’s shameless. But I can’t stop and am so close to finding my release it’s driving me mad.
“Baby, as much as I’d love to have you come all over my abs, you’re not getting off that easy.”
I gasp, hearing the brash words come out of his mouth, but don’t stop rocking my hips. I throw my head back, fighting the internal demons threatening my release. “Stop thinking in that pretty little head of yours and let me show you what it feels like to be pleasured by a real man.”
In his strong arms, he carries me across the cabin to stand in front of the bed, and as I slide down his body, our eyes lock and he gives me a cocky grin that tells me I’m in way too deep.
It’s slow and methodical as he kisses his way down my body, lighting every inch of me on fire. Lenny was magical, but this is outright mind-blowing. Memphis hovers over my sweet spot and then he devours me like I’m his last meal. His tongue is fucking my pussy while his finger rolls over my clit. It’s mind-numbing and blowing at the same time. But then it happens, he fucks my clit with his tongue and piercing. I fall into the sweetest most violent release I’ve ever experienced, crying out his name over and over. Memphis is relentless.
He doesn’t stop, making me want more and more of him. When Memphis leans back a bit, I lunge forward needing to see him. He plays into my game. I know damn well he’s faster and stronger than me, but he doesn’t stop me. His zipper goes down then he’s freed from his shorts. Like Jesus walked on water, Memphis packs heat like King Kong.
His dick is strained, veins popping all over it, and the cherry on top is the bead of precum glistening. I can’t help myself from a little taste test. I dart out my tongue, swirling it around the head tasting all of him.
“Raylan.” He grabs me by the hair, pulling my face up to him.
“Memphis,” I whine.
“I need to tell you something, and it’s not the best timing.”
“Don’t…” I know exactly where he’s going with this.
“I’m clean. I used to be more careless in the beginning. Not anymore. Condom is on at all times.”
“Memphis.” Any other time his words would have been a douse of cold water sending me running. But I want this man and don’t give a shit how wrong it is.
I pull my head away from his grip, sealing my mouth around his cock. I let my teeth drag along the silky, metal shaft. My reward is his groan and flex of hips. My fingernails dig into the material of his shorts. How I long they were palming his ass.
Memphis picks up his pace, fucking my face. I keep up on my end, sucking hard from base to tip and then adding teeth and tongue. The sounds coming from him make me wet all over again.
I’m greedy. I want him coating the back of my throat and fucking me at the same time. I have no idea where any of this is coming from. I hate blowjobs and have never had the urge to let a man cum in my mouth. I want it with Memphis. I know our time is limited and that my common sense could kick in anytime, so it’s like I’m in a hurried race to devour all of him.
Movement catches my attention. The door. Shit, it’s still cracked open, and a very pissed off Iris is glowering at us. If this shit wasn’t already twisted and wrong in all the right ways, it turns me on knowing she’s watching. I have her toy. He wants me. His dick in my mouth with him on the verge of coating my throat. It makes me feel powerful.
The bitch is about to get a lesson in minding her own business. What’s the old saying? It’s a rockin’ don’t come knockin’. My inner Dr. Love is coming out to play. I chalk it up to the fact that his glorious cock is fucking my mouth.
Eleven
Memphis
Well, fuck me! Little Miss Up Tight keeps surprising the shit out of me. Raylan’s moans I soaked up with my mouth and her grinding that fine ass body all over mine was erotic as fuck. I’ve never been so turned on not even the time I lost my virginity to the MILF next door.
Raylan had no idea how damn close I was to blowing my load without a single touch from her. The sweet nectar of her pussy is addicting at best. I lick my lips, hoping to find some of her taste still there. The tingle at the base of my spine multiplies by leaps and bounds each time I pump my cock into her mouth.
I should be going slow with her, but the dam has burst wide open between us. Her emerald eyes stare up at me as she sucks me off. When I hit the back of her throat, her eyes well up a tick. Her hands grab tighter to my ass.
I’ve always loved sex. Hell, it’s the thing I was put on this earth to do. I thought I had that shit all wrapped up and I was the king in the sex game with her. She’s blowing everything out of the water I thought I once knew.
“I want to fuck you,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “No, I need to fuck you.”
Raylan’s eyes fire up with want and passion. She doesn’t slow down sucking me off even though I’ve stilled my hips. She sucks harder and faster with determination.
“Need inside you,” I growl.
She moves a hand from my thigh and sinks two fingers into her dripping pussy. It’s my undoing when she begins fucking herself while sucking me, then groans around my already aching cock. My vision goes black then bursts of white light shoot through my skull when I cum harder than I ever have. My back stiffens as she milks every single drop dry. I fight to calm my breathing and form a fucking intelligent thought. It’s never been like this.
Her moans last a long time after she’s licked me clean. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know she soaked those fingers in her sweet nectar. Her O face tells the rest of the story. Those flushed cheeks, tired eyes, and every single part of her relaxing gives sexy a whole new meaning. Her nipples are straining for attention.
Son of a bitch. I didn’t touch or lick them. It shows how powerful that tango was. I’m about to remedy this little situation. I have to fuck her before I go insane. I'm going to fuck those tits, too. Jesus, this woman would look damn fine wearing my pearl necklace.
“What the fuck, Love!”
My blood turns ice-cold in the split of a second. I crane my head over my shoulder to see Iris, red-faced, standing in the doorway. I don’t move my body to protect Raylan from Iris’s view. Not that it will do much. Iris is a snake and makes sure her venom stings.
“Last time I checked I’m not paying you to fuck her!” Iris screams.
Fuck, am I going to ever catch a break in life or when it comes to Raylan? Without thinking, I reach up sliding my hand over the apple of Raylan’s cheek, my fingertips dancing in her loose hair flowing down around her. It’s a protective gesture.
“Iris, leave.” The hatred in my voice is evident.
This woman has turned into my worse nightmare. They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you, but this has gone too far. She has a damn radar tracker on my ass alerting her anytime I’m near Raylan. Yes, the door was left cracked, and that was wrong, but Iris shouldn’t be anywhere near my cabin during her girl time.
“You will not tell me what to do.” Iris points her bright red nail my direction. “We are ready for you, and I thought I’d come find you.”
“Iris, out now!” I bellow.
“Love, don’t you dare forget who is paying you. Our contract will be null and void if you piss me off any further.”
“Fuck.” I throw my head back.
Raylan grabs the sheet from the bed, making me look down. That attractive blush covering Raylan’s features is long gone. She’s pale. Stark white. The heated look a thing of history. The high is no longer shining back at me.
She clears her throat. “I think you better go and service the Golden Girls.”
Bad, bad timing, but a funny as fuck joke. Iris blows, losing her shit. She advances in the room on a mission to shred Raylan. I’m stuck in the middle cock out.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter to myself, stepping in front of Iris.
My dick shrinks back into my shorts. Thank fuck, something is going right for me. Poor guy probably would’ve been bitch slapped.
“You know what, little girl? You can only wish to be half the woman I am. Golden Girl my ass. That dick you were sucking has been mine for years now.”
