I could feel the walls of her pussy 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 shirt to suck her nipples. Louder and louder her moans became as my cock 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 smashing 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, “Hello?”
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.”
“Asshole. You know damn 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 dick 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 cock and comes harder than she ever came before. She calls out my name when she does it too. It’s fucking perfect.”
That’s when he hung up on me.
Shit.
18
Lexa
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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 hello.
“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 dick 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 dick 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 dick 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 ass? 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 sex 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 bitch, 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 sexual revelation in the back of a cab—in broad daylight—just by his fingers. I’ve been completely dominated and ravished and had anal. 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 helluva 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 sex 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 fuck.”
“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?”