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 sex with me at the same damn time. It was so like sex 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 ass. 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 sexier than ever. Strobe lights flashed and the stranger’s hands inched up wickedly and brushed over the bottom curve of my breasts.
My knees weakened and my sex 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.
“Fuck yeah,” I heard the stranger whisper into my ear.
This is the crap I should have been doing in my early twenties instead of wasting it all on Trager. Shit, 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 shifted 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 massive 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 coarse 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 fucking kill you.”
He lifted up the edge of my dress, slid both his hands under my panties, and gripped onto my ass, massaging 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 shit, 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 cock was in my hand and sliding over the wet heat of my skin, both of us moaned.
Hell, 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, sexy cry. Fuck that was sexy. 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. “Fuck, Lex. Fuck, 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 relationship 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 shiver,” 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 relationships 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.