by Swan, T L
“Promise me that Edward won’t come between us,” he says.
“He won’t, baby.” I push his hair back from his forehead as I look into his big, blue eyes. “I promise.”
His lips take mine, and this time there’s an edge to his kiss. I know the times when I’m going to get it hard, and tonight is one of them. With his hands on my hips, he guides me back and forth over his hard length. The water begins to ripple around us.
“Bring your legs up,” he orders huskily, his focus shifting to my mouth.
I love it when he fixates on my mouth. I know he’s imagining how I would feel around him.
I bring my legs up onto the step on either side of him, and he inhales sharply as he grinds my body down onto him. “I’m going to fuck you right here, angel.”
“Hmm.”
He pulls my bikini to the side and begins to rub his thick cock through my wet flesh, back and forth, back and forth. I feel myself quiver already.
Damn it, I’m hopeless.
“Hold it,” he whispers. “Don’t come.”
I smile. “Like it’s a choice.”
With his hands on my behind, he guides me down onto him and we both moan at the burn as he goes a little way in.
He grabs my hand and puts it over his heart. I can feel it beating hard in his chest.
His eyes hold mine. “Every time, angel. Every time I’m with you my heart races.”
He grabs my jaw and kisses me hard and uncontrolled. He’s only an inch in, but I swear I’m going to come.
“I can’t get close enough to you,” he whispers. “I can’t get enough of you. Do you know how long I’ve waited to feel like this?”
My eyes fill with tears. I’m so in love with him.
Our kiss turns desperate, and he grabs my shoulders from behind, slamming me down onto his cock. It’s so hard, the air is knocked out of my lungs.
He’s thick, long, and hell, I’m blessed that the man I love is so virile and strong. His cock is rock hard… just for me. He slowly slides my body up and down onto him and circles himself deep inside.
His eyes are dark when he licks my open mouth. “I’m going to try something, okay, baby?”
His hand goes around to my behind and he puts a finger over my back entrance.
My body instantly tenses up.
“Shh.” He calms me as his dick moves in and out of my sex to its own rhythm.
“Lean forward,” he whispers.
I stare at him, and I know this is it—the moment he’s asking me to try something new.
And I want to, I want to be adventurous for him.
With my lips locked on his, I lean forward, and he slides a finger deep into my back entrance, slowly sliding me down onto his cock at the same time.
My eyes widen as they hold his. The look on his face is one of pure satisfaction.
“Feels good, angel, doesn’t it? I’m going to fuck you here one day.”
Hearing him say such filthy things does something to me, and I convulse immediately, my body spiralling into a throbbing orgasm. I moan loudly and completely lose control.
“Oh, my girls likes it,” he whispers in an unrecognisable voice as he begins to let me have it hard.
The water slams into the side of the pool, and it feels like the closer he gets, the deeper his finger and cock feel. “Lift your legs!” he barks.
I’m half scared to, but I lift my legs higher. He throws his head back and holds himself deep inside of me. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as it empties.
“Fucking… hell,” he moans. He continues to pump me full, and finally stills at once.
With his eyes locked on mine, his finger continues to move in and out of me. He’s fascinated.
He’s unable to stop.
I kneel over him, completely transfixed as he explores my body to satisfy his needs.
“Fuck, you turn me on.” He bites my nipple through my bikini top, his finger slowly sliding in and out, and I know he’s making the most of it while he has me like this. “Can we fuck here now?” he whispers up at me in awe.
I kiss his big beautiful lips. “One day.”
He smiles softly and continues to work me, and damn, it feels so intimate and raw.
So unexpectedly good.
Who would have ever thought that this would be a special moment?
He bites my nipple hard. It makes me wince and I wiggle away from his over exploring finger. He’s so naughty.
“You may just be The Devil himself, Mr Spencer.”
He smiles mischievously and fakes a bow. “At your service, My Lady.” He tips me back and bites my neck. “I look forward to our one day.”
* * *
The sun peeks over the horizon, and I smile in awe, sucking in a slow breath.
It’s early and I’m out on the deck watching the dawn of a new day. It’s too beautiful to go unwatched. I wrap my robe around me and smile as the golden glow bounces onto my face and the sea breeze swirls around me and whips my hair.
Heaven.
This place is something else. It’s so exotic and gorgeous… other worldly. I look down at all of the white villas on the cliff below us and I wonder who’s inside of them. Are the women down there as lucky as I am?
My beautiful Spencer is still fast asleep in bed, unaware he’s missing the most perfect sunrise ever. He’s also blissfully unaware of the fear that I have deep in the pit of my stomach. I don’t want Spence to know I’m worried about that stupid magazine story on our weekend away. I’m acting as hard as I can, but honestly, how can I not be scared? I’m shaken to my core.
I imagine Edward and my father reading the story and what they would be saying—or screaming—and I close my eyes with regret.
This is not how I wanted to tell them about Spencer. It couldn’t be farther from how I wanted to tell them, but of course, that choice has been taken out of my hands now. He will be judged before they even meet him. I have a feeling he already has been.
At least by Edward.
My mind goes to him visiting Spencer at work this week and how Spencer was annoyed that Edward didn’t make time to come and see me when he was in London.
If I’m honest, it did hurt my feelings but I would never let on to Spence that it did. It would only infuriate him, and I need to try and make the two of them get along. It will make my life so much easier.
But why didn’t Edward come and see me? I just don’t understand.
A boat is loading down in the water, and I watch the people board. Then as it slowly pulls out, I watch it disappear across the water. I wonder where they are going today? What adventure are they about to have?
I feel two large hands snake around my waist from behind and lips gently dust my temple. “Good morning, beautiful,” his deep voice purrs.
I smile and place my hand up on his face. “Morning,” I whisper. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a log.” He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
“God, it’s so beautiful here, Spence.”
He smiles as he looks out over the horizon. “It is, isn’t it?”
We stand in each other’s arms for a moment as we drink in our surroundings. “What are we doing today?” I ask.
“Sightseeing.” I smile broadly.
“On mopeds.”
I flick around to face him. “Mopeds?” I gasp. “I’ve… I’ve never…”
Spencer laughs at my sheer terror. “Don’t worry, I’ll be driving. You’re just being my biker bitch.”
“Biker bitch?” I frown. “What the hell does a biker bitch do?”
“Me.” He winks. “You sit on the back of my bike all day, and then you sit on my cock all night.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re an idiot.”
With a huge smile, he bites at my neck and walks me backwards inside the house.
“But first you have to earn your leathers.”
* * *
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Wyatt frowns.
I glance over at Wyatt as Spencer puts my motorbike helmet on. I don’t think this is a good idea, either, if I’m honest, but I’m trying my hardest to act braver than I really am.
Spencer frowns while he concentrates on fastening the strap under my chin.
“This makes me feel claustrophobic,” I say.
He smirks, choosing not to respond verbally.
“How much experience do you actually have on motorbikes?” I ask. I look at the nippy little machine parked in our garage.
“Heaps.” He knocks on my helmet three times. “I’ve only been to hospital three or four times. A few broken bones have been the worst of it.”
“What?” My eyes widen.
“Both legs, both arms,” he teases. “Fractured skull.”
“Tell me you’re joking.”
“I swear, if you crash with her on the back of that bike…” Wyatt interrupts.
Anthony laughs as he watches on.
“Stop laughing, Ant,” Wyatt warns. “This could be the last trip we ever come on.”
“Or last trip we ever make,” I mutter flatly.
Spencer’s eyes widen with delight. “Will you all fucking relax? I’m an excellent driver and…” He throws his leg over the bike and leans down, pretending to ride fast. “You won’t be able to keep up with Charlotte and me.”
Good grief, I may actually die today. “Spencer, I don’t know about this.”
“Get on, woman.” He gestures to the back of the bike with his chin.
I put my hands on my hips and smirk at him. He’s said that to me before, although the context was completely different. “Get on and wrap your legs around me.”
I do as I’m told, enjoying the way he helps me onto the seat behind him.
“You boys all right with everything?” Spencer asks them. Wyatt starts up his engine, followed by Anthony. Spencer starts our bike up, too.
“Go slow,” Wyatt warns him. “Don’t drive stupid.”
Spencer rolls his eyes. “You nag me to fucking death, Wyatt.”
Anthony chuckles. “Right?”
Spencer turns around and flips my little glass screen down over my eyes. “Hold on tight, angel.”
He pulls out slowly, and I scrunch my eyes tight and hold on.
He begins to pick up speed, and I squeeze him so tight that I’m afraid he may pop.
We pull out into the street and down the hill.
“You okay?” he calls.
I nod, too scared to reply. We ride on the cobblestone streets for a while, and I watch the people flash by us in a blur.
He runs his hand along my thigh. Hmm, maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
We pull out onto a wider road and he speeds up a little. Wyatt appears on his bike beside us out of nowhere, holding his hand up for Spencer.
“Slow down!” he calls to us.
Spencer shakes his head, flips him the bird, and accelerates away.
“Ah!” I scream as I am pushed back from the G-force.
I look behind us to see Wyatt and Anthony chasing us with a look of sheer terror on their faces. I giggle and shout out to Spencer, “Lose them.”
Spencer nods and twists his wrist to send us faster.
“See you later, motherfuckers,” he cries.
I hear Wyatt’s horn blare to life, and I put my head down on Spencer’s shoulder and laugh.
Being naughty is so much fun.
* * *
Three hours later, we pull into a beach and I smile goofily as I take my helmet off.
That was the most fun I think I’ve ever had. We’ve seen so much of the island and had a great time doing it, too.
Wyatt and Anthony pull in beside us, and Spencer laughs as soon as Wyatt takes his helmet off.
“I just aged fifty years thanks to you.” Wyatt huffs. “You’re a maniac driver.”
Spencer holds his hand out at the beach. “But look at your reward.”
We look around and see the most beautiful beach of black sand. It has deckchairs lined up in pairs with straw thatched beach umbrellas above them. The water is bright blue and crystal clear. There’s a beach bar, too, and people are sitting out the veranda drinking cocktails.
“May I present Perissa Beach on the Aegean Sea.”
“Wow.” I smile. “Impressive.”
“And, an added attraction of this beach is the spectacular view.” He gestures to the deckchairs where there are rows of beautiful women all oiled up and topless.
“This beach is also known as Juggernauts Hangout.”
We all laugh, and I roll my eyes. It’s such a Spencer thing to say.
“See, boys, I have your best interests at heart.” He winks mischievously.
“Excellent.” Anthony smirks.
Spencer helps me off the bike and he rests our helmets on the handlebars.
“Charlotte and I are going to have some lunch before we take a swim and lie around for a few hours. Do whatever you like,” Spencer tells them.
“We will be close,” Wyatt assures us.
“Not too close.” Spencer takes my hand in his. “Take the hint and go look at some boobs or something.”
I smirk at the boys. Being told to go and look at some boobs is not something I imagine that they have ever heard from their employer before.
“This way.” Spencer takes off towards the restaurant. Anthony walks beside him, and Wyatt gives me a lop-sided smile, as if he has something on his mind.
“What’s that look?” I ask as I link my arm with his and we turn to follow the other two.
“I like seeing you like this,” he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Like what?”
“Happy.”
I bump my shoulder with his. “Does it really show?”
“Like a beacon.”
We walk for a moment, and I see Spencer up ahead laughing out loud at something Anthony has said. His laugh is childish and carefree. “This is a lot better than suffocating in Nottingham, isn’t it?”
Wyatt smiles as he looks at our surroundings. “For all concerned.”
* * *
The late afternoon sun is warm on my face and I smile at the sky. We’ve been at Perissa Beach for hours. It’s simply too good to leave.
The boys are up the back somewhere, and we are down by the water on our deckchairs in our swimwear.
We’ve eaten, swam, drank, and I even had a little nap. Spencer has gone to the bar in search of some cocktails while I lie here in my bliss.
The sound of the waves, the seagulls, the laughter, and music in the distance… I think this may just be my most favourite place I’ve ever been to. And I’ve been to a lot of amazing places, but I think it’s because of who I’m here with.
Spencer is my favourite place. Anywhere with him is Heaven.
He reappears with two very pink and exotic looking drinks in his hands. I sit up with a frown. “Wow, what are these?”
He passes my tall glass, bright pink and bubbling with fancy straws placed in it. “A Pinky Sweetheart for my pinky sweetheart.”
I smile as I look at the glass suspiciously. It’s probably as toxic as all heck. “How am I a pinky sweetheart?”
He sips his drink and narrows his eyes. “Well, you’re my sweetheart, and your bits are a delicious shade of pink.” He shrugs. “Pinky sweetheart.”
I laugh and take a sip. He falls into the deckchair beside me. “This is delicious.” I nod. “Good choice.”
He raises his glass to me. “Not just a pretty face.”
Isn’t that the truth?
Spencer is so far from being just a pretty face that I don’t even notice he’s so good looking any more. It’s what’s inside him that I love. The two parts of him that make him so different to anyone I’ve ever met. He’s playful, honest, and sweet, but then he has this dominant side that only ever comes out properly when we’re in the bedroom. I remember how he was when he first met Wyatt and Anthony, and I know he’s no pushover to people who don’t know him.
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Like Edward.
“Can I ask you something?”
He nods as he sucks through his straw. “This drink is lethal by the way. Don’t let us swim, we may die.”
I giggle. “You said that you went on a Triple P trip. What does that mean?”
“Oh.” He frowns. “Triple T?”
“Yes, that’s it. What’s a Triple T trip?”
“It’s a time to think trip. You know, when things get too much and you can’t handle it anymore, you have to escape life to have time to think.”
“So, what do you do?”
“I go away on my own for two to three weeks. Do nothing, speak to nobody, reflect.”
“Where do you go?”
“The Four Seasons in Maui. It has to be the Four Seasons in Maui.”
“You did this?”
“I’ve done it every year since I turned seventeen.”
My face falls. “Every year? You can’t handle things every year?” I ask, oh this is news…. what can’t he handle?
“The first time I went I was a hormonal teenager and my mother was at her wit’s end with me. She sent me to Maui in the hope that I would calm down.” He twists his lips. “I didn’t know anyone, and I didn’t talk to anyone.”
“Were you upset about your father?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. I would start the year off going mad and getting into trouble. My birthday is on the 31st of December, so I would spend the last day of every year waiting for him to call me.” He pauses and stares into space. “And then I’d spend the first day of every new year devastated that he hadn’t.”
“Your birthday is on New Year’s Eve?” I ask.
He smiles softly and nods. “That’s how the TTT trips started. As I grew older, I would go for a different reason.”
“What was the reason?” I reach over and take his hand in mine. “You can tell me. I won’t judge.”
“I thought I was broken. I never felt attached. I would meet all these great women and sleep with them, and then...” He shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Seriously, nothing. I would be in bed with them after sex, thinking about work and watching the clock tick to see when it was acceptable to leave without looking like a prick.”
