Suite 269 Part 13

"No insecurities. No shame. Do you want this, Lexa? Let me give it to you."

Her hands fisted the belt and she answered me by moving her a.s.s closer to me. What a beautiful sight. "Yes. I want it."

The first ring of muscles opened up for me and I slid slowly in. Her breathing accelerated and her hands pulled against the leather of the belt. I wrapped my arms around her middle and slid my fingers inside her p.u.s.s.y then gradually pressed my c.o.c.k inside her a.s.s.

She mumbled something unintelligible over and over, until the words became clearer and clearer, "S'good. S'good. Harder. Yes. Harder."

I could barely breathe. Neither of us could. The room was loud with the sounds of our panting and writhing. She bucked against me, her velvety walls swelling and thickening.

She came so hard around me I found myself calling out her name and spilling into her. My hands grabbed at her waist so hard she'd probably bruise. I couldn't stop it; it overwhelmed me, took over my entire body. I never came so hard in my life.

f.u.c.k. This wasn't going to end well was it?

16.

Lexa

"Nothing good could come from a threesome; instead of ruining one woman's night, I'd just get to ruin two." @Kavon #Watchp.o.r.nInstead I spent the day getting completely pampered, buffed, and waxed at the spa. Jameson ordered the works for me after whispering how he was going to get me to cross off more from my list. My nerves were rattled. I hadn't remembered a d.a.m.n thing I wrote on that list. Only number ten. And ten was so stupid to write down-but I never thought he'd really go through with all this.

But I'm glad he did.

Because the way he looked at me. The way his eyes roamed over my body, followed by his hands and his lips. My G.o.d, I felt wanted, desired-cherished even.

He told me to dress for dancing tonight. So I slipped on a clinging little red dress I borrowed from Mandy with matching shoes and told him I'd meet him there. Told him I'd pick him up at the bar and gave him a little wink.

It was too much fun.

The flirting-the antic.i.p.ation of what we would do next. Mostly it was the absolute freedom of being able to tell him everything I wanted and knew without a doubt he wouldn't laugh at me. h.e.l.l, he'd try anything I asked for.

I wished I remembered what other crazy nonsense I wrote. Besides the fact that I knew Mandy probably added some stuff too since she had her hands on it last.

I left the villa at eight and made my way through the resort area into the beachfront club. It was dark-the only light came from a few flaming tiki lamps that lined rock walls surrounding the dance floor and bar. The ceiling was the sky filled with dark purples and blues and bright twinkling stars.

The place was packed with bikini-clad writhing figures-immediately making me feel overdressed. Strange, exotic rhythms beat out through the speakers and the crowd swayed and b.u.mped to the sounds. Coco b.u.t.ter and salty sea air thickened my senses, making me think of lying out lazily on the hot sand of the beach.

I pushed my way up to the bar through the dancing bodies, out of breath and filled with excitement for what was to come.

Me. Me. Me. I was definitely going to come. It was silly to feel giddy about it, but before Jameson, it had been too long. And I was entirely too young to feel so complacent about s.e.x-I should be enjoying every second of it.

"h.e.l.lo, beautiful," the bartender said, wiping the bar top clean in front of me, "what's your poison?"

"Hmmm. Give me something fruity and sweet. Surprise me," I answered, trying my best to be flirty and cute.

"How about a s.e.x on the Beach?" a deep voice called out to the right of me. Both the bartender and I snapped our heads in that direction. A gorgeous male stared back at me, smiling.

Did Mandy write 's.e.x with stranger' on the list? I quickly flashed my eyes around the bar and over the dance floor, looking for any sign of Jameson.

"Sorry. Were you waiting for someone?" he asked, leaning his head forward and whispering into my ear.

"Uh. Yes, I was?" Was this one of Jameson's games? No way. Nope. I wasn't ready to do anything with strangers.

The stranger s.h.i.+fted on his feet and laughed. "You don't sound so sure." His dark brown eyes darted back and forth between mine then dropped to my lips. "Maybe I'll sit here while you wait," he said, darkly. "I'll help you pa.s.s the time."

The man was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, so I really bounced back and forth between his words making me feel creepy and wanting my new friend to snap a selfie of us to send to Trager. Yet no words came out of my mouth, because I had completely forgotten how to flirt the correct way. Freaking Trager.

The bartender slid a bright, orangey-red drink in front of me topped with a neon pink umbrella that seemed to glow. I darted another look at the strange man next to me and nervously giggled as I took a sip.

"So?" the stranger asked, leaning closer. "How do you like s.e.x on the beach?"

"It's delicious. Thank you for the suggestion."

"You should try the real thing."

The drink fumbled out of my hands. Thank G.o.d I caught it before it spilled all over the bar. The man slid closer to me and smiled wider. I opened my mouth to say something, and then shut it. Then I half opened it, then shut it again. I knew I looked like a dying fish gasping for air, but I couldn't formulate the correct response to the stranger.

"Let me watch you dance. I want to see the way you move that body. Then leave with me."

"Excuse me?" I breathed. Holy cow. That was it? It was that easy to pick someone up?

The man's eyes flickered to just over my head and a strange smile split across his face. "I think your wait is over."

A pair of large hands slid over the curve of my hips and Jameson's voice hissed into my ear, "Invite your new friend to come dance with us."

What the frig did he just say? I know for a fact I didn't write down some threesome. I mean, the thought is hotter than h.e.l.l, but the reality had me rooted to the spot, gaping wide-mouthed toward Jameson.

Wait. It was only dancing, right?

"Come dance with us?" I said-a little too breathy.

And then the three of us were on the dance floor. Me in the middle of two hot, hard bodies, both of whom could dance like they were having s.e.x with me at the same d.a.m.n time. It was so like s.e.x I could definitely get away with telling people I actually had a threesome.

Jameson danced in the front of me-one of his legs pressed heavily in between my thighs and a hand grasping sweaty and tight just under my jaw. The stranger was flush up behind me-his hands pressed into my waist and his hard erection grinding against my a.s.s. The sensation of more than one set of hands on me heated every inch of my flesh and ached deep through my lower belly. It made me feel s.e.xier than ever. Strobe lights flashed and the stranger's hands inched up wickedly and brushed over the bottom curve of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

My knees weakened and my s.e.x pulsed and throbbed as I lost myself to the feeling. Jameson tightened his hold on my throat and lowered his lips to mine. "I need to be inside you," he breathed wetly into my mouth, before he drove his tongue against mine.

"f.u.c.k yeah," I heard the stranger whisper into my ear.

This is the c.r.a.p I should have been doing in my early twenties instead of wasting it all on Trager. s.h.i.+t, now I had to catch up.

There was no way I was saying no to Jameson. We only had three weeks together and I wanted to be with him in every way possible. I squeezed his hands and broke off the kiss. "Follow me," I said, biting my lip.

He yanked me back, slamming me into his hard chest. I s.h.i.+fted my gaze up and looked into his eyes. "Tell me what you want."

"You."

His eyes flashed to the stranger.

Okay, here it goes. I'm going to say what I want. Then I'll probably die of a ma.s.sive bout of shame. "He could watch."

And then James was pulling me through the crowd of dancing bodies to a dark alcove of rocks and sand. He pressed me into a coa.r.s.e wall and covered my mouth with his, letting out a deep groan. His fingered teased the hem of my dress as he kissed me long and slow.

I guess he liked my idea.

He leaned away; chest heaving with heavy breaths, and turned to the stranger. "Block us. The lady wants to be watched. Touch her and I will f.u.c.king kill you."

He lifted up the edge of my dress, slid both his hands under my panties, and gripped onto my a.s.s, ma.s.saging me with his strong fingertips. Inch by inch he moved his fingers down, circling and circling, teasing me until the fabric of my panties was soaked with my need for him. When the tippy tops of his hands slid against my opening, I arched up into him.

"Always so wet for me."

"Is she wet?" the stranger murmured next to us. "How wet?"

Jameson slipped his hands off me and tugged my panties to my ankles. I leaned on him as he looped them over my heels and then he handed them to the stranger. "Feel how wet," he hissed.

The stranger held the panties in his hands and licked his lips. Then he brought them to his face and breathed in deep.

"Holy s.h.i.+t, that's..." I croaked, but Jameson's kiss cut me off. His lips were hard and hungry against me, sucking all the air out of my lungs. He lifted my right leg and held it against the side of his waist, hooking it around him. The warm night air tingled against my damp skin.

"Take what you want, Lex," he demanded, nipping at my lips.

I reached my hands between us and undid his pants, pulling him out and shoving all the material between us away. My movements were frantic and clumsy, but the moment his c.o.c.k was in my hand and sliding over the wet heat of my skin, both of us moaned.

h.e.l.l, even the stranger moaned, who apparently was enjoying himself in his own hands while he watched.

Jameson's hands trembled with urgency until he pushed himself deep inside me and gave out a small, s.e.xy cry. f.u.c.k that was s.e.xy. Then he was filling me, over and over, plunging deep inside me relentlessly. Thrusting harder and harder, grunting heavier and heavier.

Teeth raked across my neck as my lower body ached and spiraled with tiny waves of sensations that slowly grew and grew. "This what you need, baby?"

"Yes," I whispered, falling into the feeling building low between my legs and spreading out across my body and exploding through every nerve ending. I cried out as the sensation pounded through my body and Jameson pistoned through it, trusting harder and harder into me. "f.u.c.k, Lex. f.u.c.k, Lex," he called over and over until his movements slowed and he twitched and softened inside me, fingers digging deep into my flesh, trying desperately to keep us standing straight. Next to us, the stranger grunted and jerked, coming against the wall I was leaning against, watching me.

Jameson stilled against me, breathing heavily into my neck. "This is too good, Lexi. This whole vacation is too good. I hope we didn't make a mistake."

17.

Jameson

"A relations.h.i.+p is as simple as algebra. Because when you look at your X all you wonder is Y." @Kavon #ReallyY Everything was quiet save for the slow, steady lap of the waves that washed along the sand. We spoke no words, just small glances between us, until the realization of how comfortable we were in the silence almost stopped me from breathing correctly. As I climbed to my feet, her brow arched in question, yet I didn't answer. I didn't like how I liked these feelings. Weird. Vulnerable. It wasn't something I'd ever felt before. Thinking I needed to cool off in the water, I walked to the edge and felt the cool tingles of the ocean lick at my feet. The truth was, I could sit with Lexa Novak in absolute silence and not feel uncomfortable, and she could do so with me. When did we become friends? When did this contentment happen?

The questions and ease of us made me feel disoriented and quite surprised.

"Are you feeling restless?" she asked, sliding next to me as I stood gazing across the ocean. Our arms brushed each other's and all I could do was pull her in front of me and kiss the nape of her neck. The long, perfect expanse of her skin as it glistened in the sun warmed my lips. I liked the ease of us. I liked this us thing we had going on.

"The sun is sweltering, yet you have this ability to make me s.h.i.+ver," she whispered, looking out across the blue waters.

"It's getting late. Let's walk the beach and see what we can find," I hinted and nudged my chin in the direction I wanted her to walk in.

"That sounds suspicious," she giggled. Her laughter was infectious; it caused a continuous smile to be plastered on my face. I was acting like a lovesick puppy.

"As it should. Remember my job here is to fulfill all your fantasies. I think we could stumble upon one this way." I reached down and threaded her fingers with mine. She tilted her head up to me and smiled, then leaned her head against my shoulder as we walked along the rocky beach. Just like two people in love.

Yet we weren't.

We couldn't be. We had to be the furthest thing from in love, because we only had these three weeks. That was it. It would be best to keep reminding each other of that. Repeatedly.

As the sun set, a brilliant, deep scarlet spread over the horizon. "What a beautiful sunset," she said, smiling up at me.

I couldn't tear my eyes off her. I rubbed at the sweat at the back of my neck. The way I was feeling made me clammy, gritty. It wasn't normal-this reaction to a woman. It wasn't normal at all. I'd always been allergic to thoughts about serious relations.h.i.+ps with the wrong people. They'd make me break out in hives.

A small gasp escaped her lips, stopping all my crazy thoughts. Her eyes were looking just over my shoulder, right past a large rock formation that jutted out against the soft landscape. I narrowed my gaze to follow her line of sight when something that sounded like a soft sigh caught my attention.

This was what I had been walking toward.

Another fantasy to cross off her list.

Just a few steps behind the outcrop of rocks were two people sitting on a blanket, slowly kissing. The couple I paid a hefty sum of money to be here tonight, just for Lexa's pleasure.

I heard Lexa gulp and practically choke on her own tongue as she stumbled back from the couple's view.

Lexa tried to twist around in my arms, but I kept her there, facing the couple. "This was one of your fantasies, yes?"

"Yes," she whispered, lifting her face to mine. She blinked her long lashes up at me. "But...I... What if they see us watching?" she murmured.

"Then be very quiet so they don't see us," I said, brus.h.i.+ng my index finger along her jaw. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, contemplating what to do. I grasped her jaw and gently pushed her gaze toward the rocks and the couple just beyond.

She stiffened-tensed her entire body and turned her head in a different direction.