I pulled out, gasping for air. “Not coming yet.”
Her face was smashed into the blankets and she was still panting.
“Good,” she breathed. “I need more.”
Well, lucky me.
I slapped my hand over her ass again and lunged off the bed. Grabbing my smallest suitcase, I rummaged quickly inside it until I found what I was looking for.
Lubricant.
“Shit, James what are you…”
I crawled up behind her and opened the bottle over her ass, letting the liquid pour out over her bottom.
She flinched when it dropped against her skin.
“Ah. Cold. What’s that for?”
Grabbing my cock in my hand, I rubbed the head around the liquid. Around and around, zoning in on her perfectly puckered asshole. Then slowly dipped myself in.
“James! Wait. Fuck.”
“No waiting, relax your muscles. Number eight on your list.”
“James, wait…what if I…” her eyes widened in fear.
“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 ass 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 pussy then gradually pressed my cock inside her ass.
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.
Fuck. 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 #WatchPornInstead
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 damn 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 God, 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 anticipation 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. Hell, 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 bumped to the sounds. Coco butter 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 sex—I should be enjoying every second of it.
“Hello, 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 Sex 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 ‘sex 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 shifted 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 pass the time.”
The man was sexy as hell, 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 sex 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 God 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 hell, 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.