by Krista Lakes
It was a startling confession. The suave billionaire must have known that the way to a woman's heart was not to basically confess their unrequited love for their younger sister, but he had done just that.
"But Jack had never been happier, so I kept my distance. Oh, we spoke, and of course I flirted with her, but it was painful. She has no idea of course." He looked at me, and his eyes conveyed an unspoken And I'd like to keep it that way.
I nodded, unwilling to interrupt him. "But, I found out that Emma had a big sister. One who was somehow even more beautiful and just as witty. One who was having just as much problem finding happiness as her little sister had. One who I was finally going to meet at a wedding."
He sighed, taking the dollar bill out of his shirt pocket and throwing it on the floor, looking at it with disgust. "If I could have one thing, one fantasy, it would be a time machine, so I could go back in time before you had me pegged as an asshole billionaire. I'd let you fall for me like I've already fallen for you."
I'm his fantasy, I realized. I was speechless, but there was no need to let words do the talking. In the back of my mind, the cautious voice in my head was telling me that he might be making all this up just to get in my panties, but that voice was quickly drowned out. I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine.
I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.
My hands found their way to his chest, my nails running up and down his body immediately. He shuddered, obviously in shock that his fantasy was about to come true. My t-shirt was next, and with one deft motion, he untied the back of my bikini top as well. He didn't remove it, but rather allowed it to hang loosely for a moment. I smiled at him, putting my hands over my small breasts for a moment before peeling off the bikini top.
It was at that moment that his lust hit a breaking point. He stood up from the bar stool, lifting me up like I was weightless. I wrapped my legs around him and he held me up. My hair fell into his face, getting in the way of our kisses as our bodies pressed together. I began to grind against him, pushing my body into his even more, as he walked over to the couch. He set me down gently, then kissed the length of my neck, drinking in my body. He kissed each of my breasts for just a few moments, my nipples hardening as soon as they felt his tongue against them. Then he continued moving down.
I felt a momentary pang of panic as he unbuttoned my jean shorts, but it passed as soon as I looked into his eyes. I saw nothing but honest love emanating from him, and I wanted him to continue. I needed him.
He worked the jean shorts down my long legs before untying my bikini bottoms. Those, too, were off my legs in a heartbeat. He began to kiss up my legs, past my knees, working toward my thighs...
I knew where he was going, and I knew my own body better than he did. After all the walking, the parasailing, and the alcohol, I wasn't at my freshest. I grabbed him by the hair, but he kept moving up. "Owen, you don't have to... to..." I stopped as his tongue met my labia, unable to speak any longer.
The guys I had been with never bothered to give me head, but I could honestly say that that first time Owen performed cunnilingus on me, he changed my world. He devoured me, giving everything that he had to my pleasure. His tongue moved up and down in ways that I hadn't thought possible. As he grabbed my legs and positioned himself to better hit my pleasure center, I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long.
As I had when we were on the back of the boat, getting ready to parasail, I felt myself begin to lose control. I could feel myself floating, being dragged up and off by nature itself. Only this time, I felt more prepared. I didn't panic, I let it happen. I let myself be lifted into the sky by the pleasure that coursed through my body, and as I felt myself climbing, I could feel my muscles become more and more tense.
"Oh, Owen," I moaned as I reached into the heavens. My hands went from Owen's hair to the arm of the couch behind me as I braced myself for my orgasm. I felt his tongue lift me higher and higher, until I felt like I was above the clouds. My muscles began to jerk as I found myself in heaven, the pleasure so intense that I squeezed my legs around Owen's head as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked my body.
As the pleasure subsided a little, I felt myself dip back below the clouds. I relaxed my grip on Owen's head, expecting him to stop, but he just kept going at the same pace and intensity. I felt the wind beneath my sails again as I rose even higher into the clouds. I felt my body begin to sweat as my eyes rolled back into my head and I orgasmed again.
As this second orgasm subsided, I grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled hard. He immediately came up to my mouth and kissed me, as he worked his swimming trunks off. I could feel his erection press up against me and I wanted it more than anything.
"Please, Owen. Please, make love to me," I begged, rocking my body up against his. He moved his lips to my ear, kissing me lightly.
I continued to try to take him inside of me. "Wait," he said, but I couldn't help myself. I needed him, worse than I had needed any man in my life. "Wait!" he insisted, but I didn't listen. I heard him groan into my ear, and he obviously wanted this as much as I did. With what must have been Herculean strength, he managed to break from me. I watched his toned ass as he moved to his entertainment center and opened the drawer labeled "Sega Genesis". He reached his hand in and pulled out a condom.
As he turned, I finally got a look at his manhood. It was long and thick, and incredibly sexy. He tore open the wrapper of the condom and rolled it onto his cock. I was on birth control, but I appreciated the gesture and I wasn't about to stop him. He quickly returned, finding the exact position he had left.
"Now I'm ready," he said, and immediately began to push into me. I was so wet, but I could still feel him expanding me, stretching me. I dug my nails into his back and bit his shoulder as he filled me completely. I heard him moan with pleasure as I enveloped him. He whispered into my ear, "I've wanted this for so long."
He pushed himself up with his huge biceps, making the muscles flex and gleam in the light. I raked my fingernails from where they had dug into his back down his sides, and he began to thrust inside me in earnest. His body, already with a light sheen of moisture on it, began to sweat as he pumped in and out of me. I moved my hands to my breasts as they swayed underneath him, as he growled with appreciation.
No man I had ever been with had the rhythm and strength of Owen Parker. With every mighty thrust within me, I felt like he was going deeper and deeper. I looked at his backside as his hips undulated like a snake and his ass moved back and forth. "Oh, that is so hot," I moaned.
A drop of sweat fell from his forehead right before he pulled out of me, turning me on my side. He got behind me on the couch, putting one arm beneath my neck and the other over my body, grabbing one breast in each hand. I lifted one leg and allowed him to enter my nether regions before wrapping his legs up in mine.
We writhed together as if we were one person. I felt his smooth, hairless chest against my back as he pushed into me with increased intensity. I could feel him squeezing me in tighter, his arms pulling me into him, trying to absorb me. I wanted him to absorb me. With him inside me, I felt whole.
I felt his thrusts get more and more frantic. I knew that he was about to have his own orgasm, and I wanted to be right there with him. My hand moved south, and I began to vigorously rub myself. With him filling me and my own direct stimulation, I felt myself rising toward orgasm even quicker than before.
As my body began to tense up, I felt his breath in my ear. It was coming in ragged bursts now, as he was clearly getting close. "Yes," I moaned. I felt myself rising on the parasail again, only this time I
wasn't alone. This time, I had someone in the seat next to me, rising himself, becoming closer to me.
As he slammed into me, groaning into my ear with release, I felt my own body seize up. He hugged me even closer to him as our two bodies moved in tandem, our feet rubbing against each other, our bodies sliding against each other. He continued to breathe in my ear, and with every shudder he made, I got another rush of delight. We flew through the clouds, lifted by a parachute of pleasure, for what seemed like forever.
Finally, he finished. He pulled out of me quickly, before he began to grow soft, and disposed of the condom. He lay back down behind me, snuggling up against me. His big arms wrapped around me, and I felt completely safe and warm. For several minutes, we laid like this while our breathing returned to normal. I should have known better than to ruin the moment, but something had been bothering me.
"What's with the condoms in the Sega Genesis drawer?" I asked.
He burst out laughing, the motion making me shiver with delight. "It's kind of an inside joke. I lost my virginity during a particularly intense game of Sonic the Hedgehog 2. From then on, I made sure that I always had a condom available while I played."
I smiled. What a normal thing to have happen to a billionaire. I should stop thinking about him like that, I thought. He was just a man, and I needed to stop thinking of him as some kind of inhuman thing.
"Do you still have it?" I asked.
"What, the condom? No, I tossed it out," he said.
I turned around, my breasts brushing against his chest. "No, silly. Sonic 2. I haven't played in years."
He grinned the biggest smile I had seen since I met him. He pushed himself off the couch and went to the TV, unwrapping two controllers. I admired that ass of his as he set up the game, thinking that this was the kind of vacation I had always wanted.
***
We sat there, already completely comfortable with our naked bodies, and played Sonic 2 for about half an hour. Somehow he cheated, because there was no way he could beat me that many times in a row without cheating. Halfway through a game, I heard his phone begin to ring. He set the ancient controller down on his knees and dug around in his swim trunks for his phone. I kept playing, not bothering to pause it for him. This might be my only chance to win a round.
Someone was talking on the other end as he picked up the controller and kept playing. "Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. We'll be there." He put the controller down and started to go to the TV.
"Wait! I'm going to beat you this time!" I said when I noticed him reaching for the video game console.
He laughed. "I forfeit. You won all the rounds," he said as he reached for the power button again.
"That's not fair!" I exclaimed. "You're just giving up because you know you're going to lose."
He looked at me for about a half-second, then quickly ran back to the couch and lifted up the controller, picking up where he had left off. It was a close one, but I eked out a victory by a smaller margin than I should have. My victory dance was probably a little excessive, but he didn't seem to mind watching me prance around his Man Cave.
"When you're done looking silly, we have a party to go to. We'll have to hurry to make it on time," he said.
"Party?" I asked. "I didn't hear about a party."
"Robbie just set it up. He wants everyone on his yacht for a cocktail party tonight. I know he's wanted to get everyone on that boat for a while now," he said.
I bit my lip. It was a habit I had passed on to Emma, though she did it more than I did. "Owen, I only had a four-day weekend here. I leave tomorrow afternoon. I was hoping we could spend the rest of the evening together," I said.
He looked at me like I was concerned about nothing. "We'll have the rest of the evening, during and after the party." I continued to look at him, thinking about how just a few minutes ago he was telling me how much he had wanted me, and now he wanted to go to a party. However, his features softened. "You're right. I'll call him back and tell him we aren't coming."
"No!" I blurted out. "No, you're right, let's go to the party. Can you get a ride for me back to the hotel? I have to get dressed."
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Of course. I'll get ready here and we can meet at the boat." He threw his swim trunks on and then watched me get my own jeans and t-shirt on. I carried my bathing suit with me as he called his driver to come pick me up. He waited on the front porch (which was as beautiful as the back porch) with me while the car came.
"I'll see you there, sweetheart," he said. Sweetheart. The name fit me well, I thought. He kissed me on the cheek, then disappeared back in the house.
Chapter 7
As I entered my hotel room, the word still rang in my head. Sweetheart. Did that mean we were a couple now? Was this just a way to keep him in my good graces for the rest of the time I was here at the resort? I was so confused.
I had only brought three dresses on this vacation. One was my bridesmaid dress, and I couldn't wear that. I had a slutty red dress that I could use to really impress him, or...
I picked up my favorite dress in the world. It looked like it was out of the 1950s, like it could be in some Marilyn Monroe film. It was light pink with warm brown dots all over it. It had a pretty belt that went around the waist, and it flared out at the bottom. I put it on, the fabric soft and light, perfect for a tropical evening.
I carefully did my makeup, going with a light, natural look. I didn't bother doing anything special with my hair, instead just tying the long dark locks up in a simple ponytail. We were going to be out on a boat, and I had seen enough TV to know there would be wind.
It didn't take me long to walk down to the resort dock, where Robbie's yacht bobbed happily in the water. I grinned with excitement as I saw it. Tall masts rose with graceful ropes attached like strange streamers proclaimed it a sailing vessel rather than something with a motor. It reminded me of an old-fashioned pirate ship, and knowing Robbie, I wouldn't have been surprised to see a pirate flag waving from the top mast.
Emma waved as she saw me approach, Jack at her side and looking like he was enjoying his honeymoon. I knew Robbie would already be on the boat, but I didn't see Owen yet. The thought that I beat him getting ready made me giggle. I had to remember to call him a girl later for taking so long to get pretty.
I stepped onto the deck, carefully picking my way to where Emma sat sipping on champagne. Jack grinned and handed me a glass of the bubbly liquid.
"Where's yours?" I asked, noticing he didn't have a drink. Jack grinned and pointed his head toward what I assumed was where the steering wheel would be.
"Robbie has a strict 'no alcohol for anyone sailing' policy. Since I'm helping man the sails, nothing but water for me."
I nodded and glanced around the beautiful yacht. It was smaller than I expected a billionaire's yacht to be, but it was incredibly beautiful. Wooden decks gleamed, and from what I could see of the interior, it was furnished as nicely as Owen's house.
"How do you race on this?" I asked Jack, pointing toward a series of deck chairs facing out at the ocean. I couldn't imagine that would be very helpful in a racing situation.
Robbie laughed coming around the corner, his green eyes bright. "This isn't my racing yacht. This is my Caribbean yachting yacht. I like to race in solo competitions, and this one is just too big to handle by myself."
My lips made an "O" shape, as I nodded and glanced around. I knew nothing about sailing, but with as many sails as I could see, it was easy to understand this ship would need a crew, especially in harsh weather.
"Solo competitions? Isn't that dangerous?" I asked.
Robbie shrugged. "It can be. I just don't trust anyone else on the water but me. You should come watch me race sometime. I think you'd enjoy it." Robbie grinned, launching into a description of what the races were like. His eyes shone with excitement at talking about the sport he loved. He was a different person out here on the water. On land he was the ever drunk, screw-up younger brother with nothing to do. Out here, h
e was the captain of his world, and he took it seriously.
I was about to ask him more, but Jack called out a greeting to Owen, and I turned.
"Hey, Owen! Glad you decided to join us. I got worried when Kaylee arrived by herself. I was sure the two of you would be arriving together," Emma called, slurring her speech a little. Jack kept a straight face, but I was sure I saw Emma wink. I sighed. I was never going to live this down.
"Who's to say we didn't? Maybe we did and we're just trying to confuse you?" Owen gave me a wink of his own as he sauntered across the deck. I couldn't help but blush, turning out toward the ocean so my sister wouldn't see.
"Sure. The girl who falls in love at the drop of a hat and the man who can't help but charm every female he runs across, both of whom disappeared together for an entire afternoon together, arrived separately in order to confuse us. Sounds perfectly legit," Emma said. I wondered just how many glasses of champagne she'd had in order to spout these blunt truths so freely.
A silence fell across the deck as everyone avoided eye contact. Jack frowned at her and snatched her glass. "I think that's good for now, Emma. Why don't you go sit down and look for dolphins?"
She pouted for a moment, looking at her glass, but then trotted off to a deck chair. She swayed as she walked and it wasn't because the boat was moving. Jack just shook his head at her and hid her champagne.
Robbie broke the awkward silence, announcing that everyone was aboard and we were shoving off. I glanced up at the sails, expecting them to unfurl and propel us across the blue water, but instead a motor revved and we started moving.
"Don't worry, we'll use the sails. We just need to get out in open water," Robbie assured me when he saw my disappointed look. It was only a few minutes before Robbie deemed the wind right and turned off the motor. Robbie, Jack, and an experienced looking crewman worked the sails, the boat suddenly flying across the water.
