I am captivated by his story; most people in his situation would have given up and become a product of society. He worked damn hard to get where he is. I return the favor by telling him about my own life. My childhood hadn’t been nearly as eventful, and my parents had always been a huge part of my life, but I’d been determined not to let them pay a dime to get me through school.
We almost lose track of the number of questions when I realize we are on the last one. By this time, we’ve completely forgotten about our dinner, and the effects of the champagne are showing on both of us.
He’s watching me with a distinct look in his eye. The kind that makes my stomach flip flop.
“Will you kiss me?”
“You mean again?” I drain my glass of champagne.
“Yes, again. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it before.” He keeps his eyes trained on mine; no matter how much I want to try to avoid his gaze and this part of the conversation, I can’t.
I let out a frustrated groan, picking up my glass and noticing that it’s empty before setting it back on the table. “I was out of my mind, okay? That’s the only explanation for it.”
“So, someone would have to be out of their mind to kiss me? I’m sure there are going to be a lot of women who are surprised to find that one out.”
“Maybe…no. I don’t know. I was trying to be spontaneous and ‘live in the moment.’” I roll my eyes again as I use overly dramatic air quotes to emphasize my sarcasm.
Vincent stands up, walking around the table to where I sit. He takes my hand to pull me up out of the chair. I’m a little surprised at his sudden movements, but not as surprised as when he pulls me against his hard chest, crashing his lips against mine.
I pull away. “What about the whole giving me space? Keeping a working relationship thing?”
He flashes that cocky grin, knowing he is getting to me with the games he is playing. That had been his goal all along.
I half growl and try to walk away, but he pulls me in again and kisses me once more, hands splayed across my back.
“Why do you keep fighting this, Alison?”
This time he stays put until my body melts into his. He knows what I want, even if I don’t. This time when he pulls away, I’m the one to grab his shirt and pull him back in for another kiss.
My brain has completely abandoned me tonight. At least it has completely shut down the second time I kiss him. As much as I want to tell myself that I hate him, there is an equally loud part of my brain that wants him.
I want to get lost in him, let him use my body however he sees fit…this is so unlike me, but I am tired of fighting it.
I don’t know what came over me, but I pull him into the bedroom. I want it; there is no doubt. However, I am never impulsive. I am done getting lost in those kisses and stopping there, only having my fantasies to push me over the edge. I need to get lost in every part of him.
I let my lips move against his, my tongue tangling with his own as a soft moan escapes my lips.
My back slams into the wall as Vincent pushes me against it roughly. The cool pressure of it against my back takes my breath away. My fingers fumble with his buttons. I moan again as his lips find my throat. He scrapes his teeth along the gentle curve where it meets my shoulder, biting me firmly for only a second.
I gasp when he tugs my shirt up over my head, dropping it down to the floor before his lips claim mine again. I am not letting him away from me long enough to feel the cool air of the villa hit my skin.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my skirt, pulling it down my thighs till it pools at my feet. He steps back and looks me over, licking his lips like he’s about to devour me. He places a hand on either side of my face as he leans in and runs his tongue up my neck before whispering in my ear.
“By the time I’m done with you, sweetheart, this whole fucking island will need a cigarette.”
Chapter 18
Vincent
“You are so fucking beautiful, Alison.” I murmur the words against her neck as I nip and lick my way up to her ear. She smells fresh and clean. I flick her earlobe with my tongue before gently sucking it into my mouth, pulling a gasp from her lips.
Her body is still pressed firmly against mine as I pin her to the wall. I reach one hand down her body to feel the soft skin on her thigh. I drag my fingertips slowly upward until they touch the apex. She moans again as I gently brush against her, over her sheer panties. I have to see her, to taste her, to fuck her. I want to consume her in every way possible.
I step back from her; her hand darts out to grab my shirt, but I brush it away. A look of confusion washes over her face.
“I want to see you, baby. All of you,” I say as I reach behind her, unclasping her bra. I slide the straps down her slender arms as I watch her full, perky tits spring free. Her nipples are already hard, pert and pink and waiting for me to taste them.
I lean down and flick one with my tongue before popping it into my mouth. Her hands dart up and clutch my hair as her head falls back, and my name tumbles from her lips.
My cock is straining at my shorts, begging to be freed. As if she knows what I’m thinking, one of her hands reaches between us and grabs me firmly through the material. I’m about to explode.
“Vincent…I—I want…”
“Mmmm? What do you want, Alison? Tell me,” I tease her as I continue my assault on her delicious breasts. Dragging my lips from one to the other before settling on my knees in front of her.
“I know what I want,” I say as I lick my lips and run my nose against her sex. A strangled gasp falls from her mouth as I hook my thumbs in her panties and drag them down her legs. I can smell her; my mouth waters with anticipation as I glance up to meet her eyes.
“Is this what you want?” I say before darting my tongue out to lick her slit. She’s sticky with desire already. The taste of her on my tongue sends me into a full frenzy. Before she can respond, I dive face first into her slick mound. Lapping and kissing at her like I’m starving.
Her hands tangle in my hair again as her hips buck forward against my tongue. I reach around behind her and squeeze her ass, pressing her against me even harder.
I can feel her pleasure building as her legs begin to shake, and she pulls at my hair even harder. It stings, but I love it. Knowing that she’s about to cum, knowing that I’m the one that’s giving her this pleasure.
She pulls one last time before squeezing her thighs against my shoulders, a garbled version of my name shouting from her lips.
Her breathing is labored as she stares down her body, her eyes still full of lust. Before I can register it, she’s pulling me up her, crashing her lips against mine as she grabs either side of my shirt and pulls it apart, sending buttons scattering across the tile floor.
We are consumed with one another. I slip my hands into her hair as my tongue massages hers.
“I want you. More,” is all she can manage to get out between kissing and pulling my shorts and boxers down my thighs. I move my hands to her waist, lifting as she wraps her legs around me. We stumble our way through the room, crashing into anything in our way as we make our way to the bed.
My brain tells me to stop, to make sure this is what she wants, but I don’t. I can’t risk her backing out now. I know she wants me, and I sure as fuck want her. We’ve been denying ourselves for so long.
I let her body slide down mine as I lower her onto the bed, not keeping us separated for long as I climb over her. I trail kisses up her flat stomach, nipping her breasts before settling myself between her thighs.
Her body feels better than I could have ever imagined. Her breasts feel so soft against my naked chest; the way her hips press against mine causes my dick to twitch and pulse between us. I need relief soon, or I’m going to embarrass myself.
I reach over into the bedside table and pull out a condom, hopeful she won’t ask questions about why I put them there. A pretty big assumption on my part but I didn’t want to risk any reason why we
couldn’t be together. She watches as I stretch it over my thick, hard cock. Her eyes are wide, and I can see her swallow hard.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart; we’ll fit it all in there.” I’m not exactly small, and I’ve seen that look from women in the past. I reach forward and run my finger up her slit again, watching a chill run through her body.
She doesn’t take her eyes off mine as I continue to rub my finger back and forth until her wetness is coating it. Her eyelids become heavier as her thighs fall open, exposing her sweet pink pussy to me.
I lean forward, not able to resist, and lick her, stopping to flick her bud with my tongue. I thrust a finger inside her, feeling how tight she is.
“Ohhhh, baby, you’re tight. This might be a harder fit than I realized.” It doesn’t stop me, though. I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and thrust gently. Her mouth pops open as she props herself up on her elbow and watches me.
I grip the base of my length and being to move my hips in small rocking motions, getting her used to the intrusion.
“Am I hurting you?”
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, “No…no, it’s just been a while.” The last word hitches in her throat as I thrust harder. I can feel her start to loosen up as she reaches for me.
I lean my head down so my lips are touching her ear and whisper, “I haven’t stopped imagining this since the airport. Wondering how you’d taste, the sounds that would fall from those delicious lips as I pumped into you.”
I can see the lust in her eyes as she listens to my words. She pulls me to her mouth and begins to kiss me. Her lips are like pillows: soft and full. The kiss is slow and passionate; it’s like a fucking tease as I continue to thrust shallowly into her tight center. Soon, I can’t handle it anymore.
My movements become more intentional as I thrust harder and harder until I can feel her pussy gripping me in my entirety. “Oh fuck, Alison…fuck me, you feel so good.”
I grunt as I can feel my balls slapping against her with the force of my thrusts. We’re both panting as I suck on one of her nipples, biting it until I feel her begin to squeeze me even tighter.
I’m on the edge, and so is she. We’re both lost in this moment, lost in each other’s bodies. I pull back and grab her hands, pinning them above her head as I thrust again and again until she’s screaming my name and arching her back in complete orgasmic bliss.
I shout her name as I pour myself inside her. Gripping her wrists and falling on top of her in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
Chapter 19
Alison
Mexico wasn’t originally on the itinerary, but Vincent managed to convince me to add it. I still don’t see how I can fit it into the design plan and meet the deadlines, but he told me it was more of a preliminary visit. We could get to all of the details and deadlines later.
It has been a week and half since we’d come home from Hawaii. The morning after I woke up in the same bed as him, I panicked. He could see the concern on my face as well as the weird energy that was radiating off of me the rest of the trip.
He told me not to worry about it, that we were just two adults that gave into our desires and he wouldn’t read into it. Weirdly, that did little to calm my nerves or make me feel better. The fact that I was falling in love with him was becoming more and more evident to me every day.
The rest of our Hawaii trip was uneventful…well except for the casual sex we had on the veranda the next morning…oh, and in the hammock on the beach. It was like once I had a taste of him, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. I just kept telling myself what Janelle had told me: it’s just fun, nothing more.
The look on Elise’s face when I told her about Hawaii had been priceless. She was clearly guilty of planning half of what had transpired to get the two of us together, and the I-told-you-sos weren’t going to stop any time soon. I told her not to read into it; we had simply come to an agreement to enjoy each other’s bodies until the hotel renovations were complete. The look she gave me told me she wasn’t convinced; it was the same look I gave myself every time I tried saying it meant nothing.
The plane landed at the Cancun International Airport before I realized how long we’d been in the air. I had about a gallon of anticipation and excitement churning in my stomach as the plane touched down. I look over at Vincent to see him smiling wildly at me.
“What’s with the face?”
“Nothing, just excited to be here is all. It’s one of my favorite locations.”
We disembark and make our way toward the waiting car. I can’t help but notice the baggage handler taking our luggage in a different direction.
“Vincent, what’s going on? Where are our bags going?” I point toward the man who loads them into another car.
That big stupid grin is back on his face.
“Well, I know you’ve never seen Mexico before, so I arranged a bit of a sightseeing expedition. Let’s call it a little adventure. Tell me you brought your bathing suit?”
“I should have known.” I shake my head and brush my hair back off my forehead with an exasperated sigh. “So, what is it? You going to make me go skydiving into a pool of molten lava or something?”
He shakes his head and steals a kiss before pulling away and taking my hand to show me to the car.
“Of course not. I know you’re not a fan of heights, so I went for something low.” The look he shoots me is mischievous, and I can’t avoid the playful tone his voice takes on as he asks, “How do you feel about caves?”
“Caves?” Images of bats and stalagmites pop into my head. “I can’t say that I’ve ever even been in a cave.”
“Well, I promise you’re going to enjoy yourself. Your swimsuit is in the car. I snagged it before we left Chicago.”
“Let me guess…Janelle? Elise?” I roll my eyes; as sweet as they are, they are wildly overstepping boundaries.
“So we’re going cave swimming. All right. I know zero about caves, so why don’t you tell me what you have planned? Then maybe my anxiety-ridden self can enjoy this trip.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Well, we are heading to the cenotes. Normally you have to rappel or base jump into them to get to the bottom, but I may have just found one that has steps carved into the walls so we can get to the bottom without too much fuss. You game?”
“Oh, I’m definitely game.” I am actually terrified and full of shit but also not about to let him see that.
The drive out to Ik-Kil takes a couple of hours. Vincent makes the best of the ride by teasing me all the way there, telling me exactly how far down the water is at the bottom. The trees here are ancient, and the entire place has that earthy smell that always comes with somewhere that is home to so many plants.
But it is the giant opening in the ground that is the most astonishing feature of this place. The steps that wind around the inner walls of the sinkhole are a little intimidating since they have no guard rail on the side, but the fall is into a beautiful turquoise pool of water, making it less scary and more of a thrill.
This isn’t the kind of thing that I usually would find on my own, but it is breathtaking. For all of his wild ways and crazy stunts, Vincent has completely outdone himself bringing me here. The most exciting ‘date’ I’ve been on before was to Six Flags with Brian for my college graduation.
I am awe-struck at the sight of it, even if I am nervous and clinging onto his hand with every step that we take until we reach the diving platform just a few feet above the beautiful clear water.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I look over at him and grin.
“Last one in is a rotten egg.” It is only a moment before I dive into the water with a gentle squeal, and he follows in soon after. We surface at the same time, and Vincent lunges at me, causing me to laugh and splash him to get away.
“I guess I’m the rotten egg.” Vincent finally gets close enough to dive under the water and pull me down with him. Surfacing before me, he watches me bob up, sputtering for
air. It takes me a moment to cough all of the sea water out of my nose before I glare over at him.
“I don’t know about rotten eggs, but you’re an asshole, Vincent.”
He grasps his chest dramatically, pretending to be hurt.
“You wound me, Alison. Here I am just trying to be friendly and show you the sights around Mexico, and you call me an asshole. I’m hurt. Really…” He flashes me that colossal grin, wagging his eyebrows at me until I splash him again.
The two of us spend the afternoon swimming until we are both exhausted and wind up laying face-up on the diving platform, staring at the sky and cave ceiling above. Vines hang down into the opening with leaves, holding birds that come and go in flocks as the sun moves above us.
I lay there with my head on the rock ledge, looking up at the sky as the light filters in through layers of green and blue that reflect around us. Vincent reaches over and pulls me to rest against his shoulder instead of the hard surface of the rock.
“So, I bet you bring all the girls here.”
“Actually, you’d be the first.” I sit up surprised.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. I never took anyone else out here. I don’t think I’ve taken anyone out here but Nate, and as much fun as the two of us have together, Nate’s just not as pretty as you are, and he certainly doesn’t fill out a bikini like you do.”
“So you’re telling me you haven’t come out here with any of those actresses or supermodels you like to hang out with?” I narrow my eyes intently, studying his face as if trying to catch him in a lie, not sure why I care.
“Never. They’re way more interested in the boutique hotel I opened up just off Rodeo Drive or the one in Manhattan than they are about exploring Mexico and swimming in water that hasn’t been through about a million pool filters. Besides, swimsuits that cost more than a semester of college tuition aren’t meant to get wet.”
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