by Kylie Parker
“Fuck!” He groans, swallowing heavily, firming his grip on my head. A mixed sense of delight and satisfaction is pulsing through me. He’s at my mercy, savoring everything I do to him. I clench my thighs together, moisture gathering between my legs. For a moment, I consider letting go of his abs and touch myself. I want to show him just how much I’m enjoying this, and this is an ideal way. Still, the feel of his muscles beneath my skin is much too good. And I know for a fact that letting him masturbate me is going to be much, much better.
I start a steady, fast rhythm, twisting the base of his shaft. Dean tucks a few tendrils of my hair behind my ear. I swirl my tongue around the swollen head, feeling his eyes on me. I glide my hand down his body, using a firm suction. I bob down a few inches and pull back, teasing him more and more. He is slightly bucking his hips, eager for that heated suction. I lick the head with every withdrawal, his left hand cupping the top of my head, his right one stroking the back of my neck. His growls are getting louder, indicating that he is close. I bob back and forth, up and down, jerking his big, stiff cock. I’m tempted to finish him off right there. All I need to do is keep this up for a few more seconds. He has surrendered to me, his cock throbbing in my mouth, seeking sweet release. However, I decide to put an end to this. It’s better to leave that tension right where it is. That way, he’ll be more driven to satisfy me. I ease back, my fingers stopping just below the cock-head. A large drop of saliva mixed with his pre-cum is dangling from it.
Dean is still gasping, his deep-brown eyes dark with lust when I turn around. I put my hands down on the shower floor, and start a slow crawl towards the glass. Dropping to his knees, he follows right behind me.
“Look at that ass,” he grunts, licking his lips. “Look at that fucking ass.”
“Do you like it?” I tease him some more, looking up at him over my shoulder.
“Like it?” he retorts, a sexy smile spreading across his face. “Trust me, sugar. ‘Like’ doesn’t even begin to cut it.”
“Show me,” I encourage, his words putting a smug smile on my face. Keeping his silence, he bends towards me. He reaches and spreads both of my cheeks; the sensation of his strong hands on me makes me bite my bottom lip. His own lips land inside my ass crack. Moving them over to the left, he takes large mouthfuls of my flesh, sucking as much of it as he can into his wet mouth. The sound of his kisses fills the room, audible over my moans. He’s tantalizing me, pampering me with his caresses, preparing me for what’s about to follow. And if it’s anything like this, I’m sure I’m going to love it.
“Oh, you naughty boy,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut as I flex my butt muscles. “This is so good. Keep it up.”
“Fuck, yeah…” he grunts, his mouth travelling over my ass cheeks. He nibbles across my buns, sending waves of sweet delight through my system. Holding onto my hips, Dean nibbles up and down as well, capturing my smooth flesh between his teeth. He nips, and nips right on across my twitching ass, then drops down an inch or two, and nibbles back across the other way. He squeezes both round mounds together, snaking his tongue out. Trailing that muscle from left to right, he closes in on my pussy. Upon reaching my entrance, he presses his fingertips into my skin.
“Oh, my God!” I moan, throwing my head back as the tip of his tongue parts my wet pussy lips. A good, hard slap has me moaning harder and leaves me longing for more. I reach up and grab the oval-shaped towel rack, my heart pounding like a drum. Running his tongue back up, he releases my right cheek. In a moment, I feel his thumb at my entrance and his mouth back on my skin. Slowly, he slides his finger into me, giving me what I’ve been wanting.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I hiss, shaking my hips. “Come on, give it to me.”
Once again, a deep grunt serves as his response. I can feel the entire length of his thumb stretching me out, but it seems that it’s not enough for him. He grabs and releases my cheek, planting more kisses all over my flesh. Second after second, he proves to me what he meant by “’like’ doesn’t even begin to cut it,” He’s got no intention of shifting his focus away from my ass. I love how driven he is, I love the passion that’s exploding out of him and onto me. He draws near my crack and when he does, he licks his way up and moves over to my other cheek, all the while pumping his thumb in and out of me.
“Best ass in the world, baby,” he says, his voice dripping with unbridled lust, my juices dripping all the way down to his knuckle.
“Dean!” I cry out, gripping the rack tighter, my entire body shuddering under his sensual touch. I push back on his finger, my moans echoing throughout the bathroom as waves of orgasmic delight spark through me. I’m still shaking when he withdraws, his lips moving up my body. Sitting up, he rests his seven, juicy inches along my crack, his hand massaging my skin.
“Mmmm…” He hums in pleasure, “glistening pussy lips; my favorite.”
“Fuck me,” I rasp out, once more looking up at him over my shoulder. “Just fuck me.”
Gripping his shaft, he averts his gaze from my pussy to look down into my eyes. In a quick move, he shoves his rock-hard cock into me, forcing a lustful moan from me. My inner walls clench around him as my gaze roams over his body. I snake my tongue out of my mouth, my eyes settled on his ripped stomach. I lick my upper lip, marveling at his abs, while he smooths his hands up my body. Sexy, gorgeous man… I could stare at him for hours. Thinking about him taking me from behind is a turn-on on its own. Actually having him inside of me is turning my lust into red heat that spreads through every pore of my being. Stopping his hands at my shoulders, he starts to rock into me, thin drops of water rolling down his forehead, his chest, and his arms.
“It’s so fucking tight,” Dean hisses, his abs flexing with every push. His wet groin is moistening my skin, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper by the second. I can feel each and every inch of his pulsing cock inside me, leading me to a paradise of sensation. My hand is slipping across the shower floor, I squint, but I don’t take my eyes off of him. I’m staring at my savior, the man who moved me by trying to cure my hangover. I can’t get enough of his body or his cock. He lets go of my shoulder, and gathers my hair in his hand, quickening his pace.
“Oooh, yeah!” I growl, squeezing my eyes shut as he pulls my hair. He’s keeping me submissive, plowing away into me. I bounce back on his throbbing cock, intensifying my sensation. He slaps my ass cheeks one at a time, making me scream with pure, unadulterated pleasure. His relentless pounding has me on the verge of my second orgasm. His pulsating shaft tells me how close he is to his own fulfillment. I toss my head back, crying out, as a dose of orgasmic thunder hits me like a bolt of lightning. Dean yanks his tool out of me, gripping it in his hand. Three jerks later, his juices spurt out of the tiny hole in the head, staining the shower floor. Breathing heavily, I turn around and lean back against the glass, a smile of joy gracing my lips.
“Unbelievable,” I gasp out, Dean sitting down on his knees in front of me.
“Which part?” He asks, his chest rising up and down.
“Everything,” I declare. “Last night, what you did for me this morning…” I pause; “Everything.”
“You passed out on me, Stacy,” he emphasizes, gazing deep down into my eyes. “You came to after a few minutes, but you passed out again. I had to monitor you. Besides, carrying you back to your hotel would be pretty embarrassing for both of us.”
“Thanks again,” I utter, my voice little more than a whisper. “I won’t forget it. But…” I get up from the floor, “this is where we say ‘goodbye.’ I’m leaving in a couple of hours.”
“You’re going back to the States?” His sexy voice rises up an octave.
“Yeah,” I chirp. I may be lying, but my hands are tied. Neither he nor his friends can know where I’m really going. I bend down over him and plant a kiss on the top of his head, feeling more satisfied than I’ve been in years. “So long, Dean; thanks for the memories.”
At that, I stride out of the shower. As I gather my clothes from the fl
oor, I realize that in the next few moments, I’m going to walk out of the trio’s lives. Honestly? I’m a little sad to leave them all behind. They are all special in their own way, the sex with them rocked my world, but it is better this way. No strings attached means no one gets hurt. More importantly, I’m saving myself from the embarrassment of a lifetime.
16
Dean
Stacy is long gone, and I’ve yet to figure out why she threw herself on me like that. Once again, I can’t understand women. I mean, when we went to that bar, she was all: “We can’t go down that road” and “You’ve got the wrong woman.” It bummed me out, but I wasn’t going to lose any sleep over it. She’s hot, sure, but she’s not the only hot piece of ass on this island. This morning though, she transformed into a whole different creature, claiming that shelter and some ice cream had somehow changed her mind.
Bullshit. I saved her from that prick the other night. Why didn’t she put out then? Nah, what am I doing…? I’m asking myself questions that I can’t answer. I could ask Stacy, but she’s probably on a plane back to the U.S. by now. Whatever the answers may be, she was right about one thing: the memories. She’s given me a wild story that I will remember for a long time. I can brag about rescuing a stunning chick, and then fucking her nice and hard in my suite. To me, this is more important than going out with three, average girls all at the same time.
Later that day, I make myself some coffee, waiting for Michael and Ray to return from their trip to the south. I can’t wait to tell them what happened, but first, they need to talk to me about Laura. Michael mentioned her in one of his texts, but when I asked for more information, all he had to say was:
“It’s complicated. I’ll give you more details when we get back.”
I never liked that bitch. She was jealous of him, loud, and way too demanding for my taste. More often than not, she bossed him around, but Ray didn’t mind. I was thrilled when he told me about their breakup. Finally, he’d gotten rid of that bear trap, or so I thought. But, when I saw what that breakup did to him, I was glad that I hadn’t fallen for anyone yet. For weeks, my brother hardly ate anything. He was a shadow of himself, not saying much and grumpy all the time. I can’t tell him what to do with his life, but if he decides to get back together with her, I’m going to remind him of every single detail of that period.
The sound of the keys in the door tightens the back of my neck. Michael and Ray walk in, their stiff faces stressing me out further.
“Hey, kid,” Michael nods, throwing his key across the kitchen table.
“So, how did it go?” I ask them, putting my hands on my waist, as I take two, slow steps towards them.
Ray puffs air out of his cheeks. “Where should I start? Oh, yeah. We had a flat tire, but…”
“Who gives a fuck about a flat tire?” I interrupt, thrusting my arms out to each side. “What about Laura? Did you see her or not?”
“Yes and no,” Ray is quick to reply. “I took Michael to the beach where I ran into her. We were there for four, maybe five hours and there was no sign of her. I thought ‘maybe she decided to give up on me.’ I couldn’t be more wrong. We were packing our stuff, when this goon walked up to me. He handed me over a piece of paper that said:
‘You know who this is. I don’t want to make a scene again. I’ll be in Heraklion’s Freedom Square tomorrow morning at ten. Don’t stand me up, or you’ll be sorry you did.’
I recognized her handwriting immediately.”
“I can’t believe the nerve of that bitch,” I grumble, shaking my head in frustration. “You’re not thinking about going, are you?”
“Of course not,” Ray says, his tone calm. “I do want to have a word with her, but not here. She’s screwed up my vacation too much already. What have you been up to?”
“Oh, lots of things,” I respond, my happy smile giving away my good mood. “You know: riding; flirting; fucking.”
“Do tell,” Ray urges, smiling back at me.
“Her name’s Stacy. She’s a knockout, man,” I announce, my smile widening to a grin. I’m telling you. Big t…”
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Ray interrupts, lifting his hand up to my mouth. “What did you say her name was again?”
“Yeah, what is her name?” Michael says, cocking an eyebrow as he halts beside Ray.
“Stacy,” I repeat, confused by their reaction. “Why do you guys ask?”
“I had sex with someone named Stacy when you guys were looking for that motorcycle dealership,” Michael informs us, his face twisting with surprise.
“The girl I was with on the night you had that accident was called ‘Stacy.’” Ray declares, pursing his lips.
“Alright, hold on, everybody,” Michael requests, shifting his gaze down to his cell phone. “I’ve got her number. I’ll put her on speaker.”
I wait impatiently, my heartbeat escalating. The girl’s phone rings twice and then goes to voicemail:
“Hi, you have reached Stacy Dexter. Please, leave a message after the beep.”
“Oh, shit,” I groan, banging my head in a spasm of frustration as I recognize her smooth, feathery voice. Now, Stacy’s rejection makes perfect sense. She found out about the three of us the other night on the beach, when I mentioned Michael’s name. I glance over at him and Ray, gauging their reaction. They are staring at each other in total silence. Michael drops his gaze down to the floor and scratches his skin, while Ray bites his lower lip, clearly at a loss for words. Still, it doesn’t take long for my initial frustration to disappear. A huge wave of anger takes its place, making my blood boil in my veins and pound in my temples. Letting out a grunt of rage, I lunge towards Michael. I grab him by the throat as my weight knocks him off balance. He tumbles down, the back of his head slamming against the hardwood floor. But Michael is fast; a lot faster than I expected. Putting his hands on either side of my ribcage, he flexes his arm muscles. Before I know it, he’s on top of me, his eyes afire with rage. Just when he’s about to cock his arm back though, Ray’s big hands enter my view.
“Get off of him, you asshole!” he grumbles, his hands pulling on Michael’s shoulder. A strong push to the right releases me from his hold. Michael turns away from me, a gasp of shock escaping him. “What the hell’s gotten into you? Both of you?” asks Ray, glancing down at me first and then Michael.
“Shut up!” I cry out, glaring up at him. I’m dying to get up and pound on him. Yet, I never get the chance. Ray pins me down with a knee in the middle of my chest, the calmness on his face adding to my rage.
“Stay down,” he commands, his voice stiff as Michael props himself up on his shoulders. “I don’t want to fight you, kid. Don’t force my hand.”
“Fuck!” I yell, slamming my hand against the floor.
“Now…” Ray takes in a sharp breath. “Does either of you care to tell me what the fuck that was all about?”
“You don’t know?” Michael scoffs, his eyes narrowed to slits. “Why the hell did you…?”
“What?” Ray interjects, shrugging his shoulders. “Do it with a tourist? Isn’t that what we all did?” he goes on, taking his knee off of me. “Guys, we’re on vacation. So is she. What do you think she’s going to do? Have an exclusive relationship with someone? Hell, no. She’s just here to have fun. Remind me what we’re here to do,” he demands, his face hardening. Ray may be staring down at Michael, but all he gets from him is a long silence and look of guilt in his eyes. He’s not the only one in a difficult position, though. Ray is absolutely right. I should have thought of all this before attacking Michael, but as usual, my anger got the best of me.
“Sorry, guys,” I whisper, sitting up. “I lost it. Again.”
“I’m sorry, too,” Michael mutters, bringing his gaze down to meet mine. “I should have held on to my temper.”
“Not bad,” Ray comments, nodding in appreciation. “Now, pay attention, because I’m only going to say this once,” he continues, shoving his hands into his pockets. “If you don’t like my
suggestion, feel free to say ‘no.’ I don’t know about you, but I like her. She’s brash, forward, and doesn’t hold back. I had a great time with her the other night. How about we, um…” he falters. “Share her?”
“What?” I croak, rising back up.
“What did you just say?” Michael raises an eyebrow, tension creeping into his voice.
“You heard me,” Ray assumes a businesslike tone. “Let’s take turns in dating her. You don’t have to say if you like her or not. If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d have knocked each other’s heads off by now.”
“It’s too late for that anyway, man,” I murmur, clenching my jaw. “She told me she was going back to the States tonight before she left.”
“No, she’s not,” Ray gives a snort of disagreement. “I saw her riding shotgun in a blue Honda on our way back. It was heading west. There’s an airport over in Chania, but it’s only for domestic flights. She’s still here alright.”
“I’m okay with that,” Michael replies, saying what’s on his mind in a lower tone. “Everyone else I’ve met so far in this city is either in love with their cell phone or trying to drink their asses off, so, why not?”
“Good,” Ray winks at him, patting him on the shoulder. “What about you, kid? What do you say?”
“I don’t mind, on one condition,” I lift my index finger up to my chest. “We don’t talk about our dates with her. It’ll just be weird.”
“Agreed,” Ray says with a nod. “Now, let’s go find her.”
Yeah, good luck with that.
I can’t fight off the thought that flashes into my mind. Chania is about a hundred miles away, and it’s a city, not just a resort. Worse than that, she could be anywhere in between, like Rethymnon, Bali, or Fodele. In any case, I want to join them in this wild goose chase, not just because of Stacy. It will be the first thing we do together on our vacation here. We have been in Ammoudara for more than a week, and we have been always apart, except the night when I found Stacy on the beach.
