Suite 269 Part 14

Anger and determination punched me in the gut. Why was she so reserved and self-conscious about enjoying herself? I tightened my grip on her jaw and pressed the front of my body hard against the back of hers, trapping her in the position. There was nowhere for her to look but directly at the couple. I ran my lips against her neck, sliding them up against her ear and whispered softly, "They're here for you. For your pleasure. Take it."

Her breaths sped up. Holding her as tightly as I was, I could even feel her heart pulse and stutter against my arms. Like a caged hummingbird.

With her secured in my arms, my eyes focused on the couple. The sight was utterly mesmerizing. The woman, beautifully bronzed and blonde, lay along the expanse of a blanket with her head tilted up toward the darkening sky. Her eyes were closed-lips parted slightly with small whispers of moans escaping between them. She was leaning back on her elbows and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s stood half out of an untied bikini top-nipples hard and dark.

Slowly, my gaze moved across her body, from the swell of her t.i.ts to her tight flat stomach, and further down to where a dark haired man lapped his tongue in long, slow strokes between her thighs. I knew from where we stood Lexa was able to hear the wet sounds of his tongue and lips sucking and feasting on her flesh, because I heard it-loud and clear. I instantly had to s.h.i.+ft my weight to relieve the pressure of my c.o.c.k against my zipper. Lexa must have noticed, because her body's response was to gently rock her bottom back into me.

Still leaning back on an elbow, the woman reached one hand up and slid it into the man's hair, then lifted herself harder against his face. She tangled her fingers in his hair until her fists whitened.

Lexa trembled in my arms. "Do you like what you see," I asked in a low, choked voice.

The woman looked down at the man, watching him now, and pus.h.i.+ng her body harder and faster against his mouth.

"Yes," Lexa said. Her voice was husky and low. Her fingers gripped my arms tighter and I could just barely feel the tight squeeze of her thighs against each other.

"If I slip my hand between your legs, would you be wet?" I asked.

"Find out for yourself," was her silky answer.

There was a sharp pang in my chest, the feeling of the organ s.h.i.+fting and pulsing. The urge to have her was instant. My c.o.c.k throbbed with sensation, aching to slip itself into her warmth.

I dragged my hands down her neck and over her chest, slowly tugging down the scoop of her collar and exposing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I tilted my head over her shoulder to watch as her skin puckered against the cooling night air and her nipples hardened into tight little pink peaks.

Slowly, I continued the drag of my hands over the soft curve of her belly and into the waistband of her bottoms. Her body arched forward, pressing her a.s.s harder against my crotch. Both of my hands slipped over the course lace of her panties. She cried out a soft whimper as I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side with one hand and with the other, I slipped a finger through the folds of her wet flesh. Her panties were soaked and she was swollen and pulsing against my hands.

I began moving my fingers, sliding them hard and slow in and out, keeping a steady rhythm, trying to match the same movements as the dark haired man who was now pounding his c.o.c.k in and out of the blonde woman on the blanket in front of us.

Lexa's breaths became loud and frantic. I moved my fingers faster and harder, competing with the other man's thrusts. When her gasps became too loud, I yanked one hand out from between her thighs and cupped it hard over her mouth, while the other continued to plunge deep inside her body.

Her p.u.s.s.y began to tremble and shake around my fingers until she was clutching at the hand around her mouth, trying to yank away.

I reluctantly pulled away my hands and let her spin around until she was facing me and pulling me in for a deep, hard kiss. She slid her fingers up my chest and through my hair, pressing her body into mine. Her hips swayed and rocked, brus.h.i.+ng her belly over the front of my pants and making me even harder than I was before. "I want you," she whispered against my lips.

"Take what you want," I said. s.h.i.+fting our bodies gently, I guided her towards the ground until I was leaning against the rough face of one of the rocks and she was straddling my legs.

She made quick work of unbuckling my pants and pulling out my c.o.c.k, while the couple a few feet away from us continued to f.u.c.k. The sound of their wet skin slapping and their low moans our soundtrack.

She jerked at my pants, tugging them down around my knees, and sat down on my upper thighs, aligning her smooth, slick entrance along the base of my d.i.c.k. Desperate need had me clawing my fingertips against her hips, pus.h.i.+ng her closer. I wanted inside. I wanted inside more than I'd ever wanted before. Her hips bucked against me, moving and sliding herself up and down along the underside of my c.o.c.k. I watched as she slipped and slid against me, rubbing the head of my c.o.c.k against her c.l.i.t, teasing me.

Her skirt was bunched up around her tiny waist, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilling out the neck of her s.h.i.+rt-she looked so dirty, so erotic the way she moved and rutted against me-pleasing herself.

Her half-lidded gaze looked up to mine as she lifted her body so the head of my c.o.c.k slid just against her entrance. Her jaw tightened and I watched as she struggled to swallow. I understood. I felt the same knot in my throat. A lump of something large, hard, and beautiful, and the need to utterly devour it, swallow it down and let it drown in my flesh-raced through my bloodstream.

The tip of my d.i.c.k slipped into her warmth, so slowly, so deliberately, my spine ached with heat-my chest surged with warmth.

"S'good," she said hoa.r.s.ely as she sheathed herself completely over me. "You feel so good, so hard inside me."

I had no words. I couldn't speak. I could only grunt and growl and drown in the sensations of her riding me.

Her a.s.s bounced slow and steady against my thighs, my b.a.l.l.s tightening with every wet stroke of her p.u.s.s.y. I grabbed at the fabric of the skirt wrinkled and shoved it up around her waist and fisted it tightly. f.u.c.k, she had control over this whole situation. All I could think about was coming deep inside her. Every roll and grind of her hips as she rode me had me panting and begging for more. She arched her back and glided one hand down the front of her body until see reached her c.l.i.t and began circling it slowly with her finger. Her gaze darted back and forth between watching the couple and looking down to watch what was happening between us.

I created a monster. d.a.m.n, that was hot.

I could feel the walls of her p.u.s.s.y thicken and swell, tightening around me. Tiny pulses throbbed and squeezed around me as she got closer to coming. Her breathing turned louder as I pressed my face against her chest and bit through the material of her s.h.i.+rt to suck her nipples. Louder and louder her moans became as my c.o.c.k throbbed deep inside her.

A loud whimper from her had me clamping a hand tightly over her mouth. Her eyes widened and met mine. Her pace became aggressive, faster, and harder until she was crying out into the flesh of my hand and making me come, chanting her name.

We stayed connected, staring into each other's eyes long after the other couple left. We had spread out along the soft sand, me on the bottom and her with one gorgeous leg sprawled over me as I played with the strands of her silky hair. Everything in my gut told me I should get up and walk. Get out of the embrace.

But honestly, I just didn't want to.

It was later on that night that I realized how much trouble I was in. Lexa was taking a bath as I sat on one of the villa's couches staring at the bathroom door she'd left open an inch. Ghostly strands of steam drifted out from the small opening and the smell of a fruity soap permeated the entire villa.

I knew she left the door ajar as an invitation. An invitation I had no plan of accepting because I had just gotten off the phone and was practically paralyzed with utter shock and confusion as to what had just occurred.

Her phone had been lying on the counter, buzzing and buzzing.

It annoyed me so much I thought about smas.h.i.+ng it with something. I was sitting and waiting for Lexa, listening to her sing in the bathtub. The buzzing was interrupting my focus.

That's the story I'm sticking to anyway.

Because there would be no other reason, no other excuse, for a grown man to invade someone else's privacy by going through all their text messages. Yes, it was the buzzing. It was highly irritating.

I was angry. Livid. He was the idiot that cheated on her. He had no right to tell her how anyone else felt about her. No right to put her down and make her feel like he was the best thing she could ever get. It was me. I was the best thing for her. Me.

Then her phone rang and before I could stop myself, I answered, "h.e.l.lo?"

There was a moment of silence. Then the idiot spoke. "I'm sorry. I must have called the wrong number."

"Doubtful. Were you looking to speak with Lexa?"

"Yes. Is this...Excuse me, but whom am I speaking to? Why are you answering Lexa's phone."

"a.s.shole. You know d.a.m.n well it's Holt. What do you want?"

"I want to speak to Lexa," he demanded.

I shouldn't have said what I said next. I knew it was horribly juvenile, but I couldn't not say it. "She's too busy to talk. My d.i.c.k is in her mouth and she doesn't want to stop sucking it long enough to talk to you."

There was a small gasp on the other end of the phone that made my ego about five sizes too big, but I continued shamelessly. "If you hold on for a few minutes you'll get to hear her moaning as she rides my c.o.c.k and comes harder than she ever came before. She calls out my name when she does it too. It's f.u.c.king perfect."

That's when he hung up on me.

s.h.i.+t.

18.

Lexa

"All my high school buddies are getting into these serious relations.h.i.+ps and I'm just here. Me, Myself, and Netflix. Pure Perfection." @Kavon #Suckers #HappierThanYou #NetflixDon'tGetCramps He left and slept in another room again last night. Right after we crossed two things off my list, he held me for a few minutes, softly rubbed his thumb along my chin and across the bottom of my lips, and then just left.

I knew it shouldn't affect me the way it did. I knew it was just three weeks-but I ended up hugging my knees, sitting up in bed for the rest of the night, trying desperately not to cry. I ended up calling Mandy around midnight.

"Bahdfaufh," was how she said h.e.l.lo.

"Mandy? Are you okay?" I asked, squeezing my cell in my fist to stop the sniffles from making an appearance.

"Hmmmmf. Ummm? Lexa?"

"Yeah, Mandy, are you okay? What's going on?"

There was giggling and movement.

"Umm. Can I call you back in a bit? I can't talk because I have Evan's huge d.i.c.k in my mouth."

"Ew. SHUT UP!"

"Hmmmmf," she answered back, and that was accompanied by a whole lot of gross slurping noises that made me instantly end the phone conversation.

Ten minutes later she called back, still giggling but more relaxed and nothing blocking her vocal chords from being heard.

"The visual of Evan's d.i.c.k in your mouth just made my ovaries shrivel up and die," I growled into the phone. "Why in the world would you answer your phone when you're that busy?"

"Answering phones with a whole lot of d.i.c.k in your mouth seems to be all the rage now," she whisper-yelled back.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," she sighed heavily, "Forget it. It's just...what's going on? You're on the fantasy honeymoon of your life and you still have a prude stick stuck up your a.s.s? What? Does Holt have a small willie?"

"Shut up, no. He's abnormally huge, and beautiful, and is crossing fantasies off my list at an alarming pace," I whispered back.

"Ooookay. But you sound really unhappy," she said. I could hear her cover the phone and tell someone, most likely Evan, she'd be back in a few minutes. "Okay, I locked myself in his bathroom so we could talk. What's going on?"

"I really love having s.e.x with Jameson."

"That's good, right?"

"I really love spending time with him."

"Oh, no," she said.

"Yeah. I think I like it a little too much. Like I wouldn't mind if we both quit our jobs and stayed here for the rest of our lives so we could further investigate every single fantasy everyone who was ever born has ever had so he could try it out on me."

"Oh. No," she gasped.

"Oh. Yes," I said.

"No."

"Yesssss."

"Nope."

"Yeah."

"No, no, no."

"Okay. This isn't helping me at all," I snapped.

"What have you done so far?" she giggled and gave me a half moan. Son of a b.i.t.c.h, was Evan in the bathroom with her? "Can he give you like five minutes to speak to me?"

She shooed him out of the bathroom, promising things I would never have thought to put on my list. "Okay," she cleared her throat. "What's been crossed off so far?"

"I've had a s.e.xual revelation in the back of a cab-in broad daylight-just by his fingers. I've been completely dominated and ravished and had a.n.a.l. Then had some strange guy watch us."

"Sounds like my first date with Evan," she laughed.

"This isn't funny. I need advice."

"For what? You sound like you are having a h.e.l.luva time," she laughed.

"Yes. I am. That's the problem. I don't want it to end. Every night so far after we finish the most amazing s.e.x I ever had he leaves me to sleep in a separate room," I groaned. "It ruins the entire thing, because I feel like he's just doing this as a charity case. I've turned into a pity f.u.c.k."

"Lexa, really? Come on. Holt seemed really into you. He wouldn't do this if he didn't like you."

"Then why does he leave me alone every night like he needs to get away from me?"