Текст книги "Suite 269"
Автор книги: Christine Zolendz
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My vagina literally exploded.
I clawed into his back and cursed out his name. And he didn’t stop. No, he rode me through it, jaw locked tight, eyes fixed on mine, until my chest was ripped open and my heart was torn right out. He thrust in deep, hard strokes until I was tightening and contracting in insane pulses around him, and he was grinding his teeth and bucking violently above me, coming so hard and violently I came again.
We lay there, eyes fixed on each other, a long moment of silence stretching out between us. My heart rate slowed and my body calmed…our expressions probably identical. I never knew sex could be like that. Something deep in my chest tingled; heat bloomed and spread out. Jameson hesitantly reached up and gently stroked his fingers through my hair. I crawled closer into him as he curled a strand of my hair around his finger. He slowly closed in and brushed his lips over mine. I’d never even been kissed like that before.
This wasn’t going to end well, was it?
In three weeks, I was going to be absolutely head over heels in love with my boss and it was going to be completely one-sided.
15
Jameson
“I hereby elect myself the supreme sexual humpetarian. Ladies form one line, please. Let me show you how it should be done.” @Kavon #HumptasticMorning #FoundMyFavoriteVagina #Cocksmith
We slept in separate rooms the first night. I needed time away from her—from the sexy smell of her skin and the taste of her lips. I watched television until midnight. I even read all the tourism brochures that were placed in the desk drawers. All while holding her fantasy list in my hand and remembering the way her body tightened and loosened around me as she came. The scene was on instant replay in my mind the whole night. I felt her list crumple inside my fist, my face a tight mask of what the fuck just happened. I can still hear her small gasps and breathy moans in my head, I can still see the shocked looked on her face after she came—and the way she covered herself with the sheets self-consciously afterward. The worst was the goddamn pang in my chest when I left her in bed, and how I stumbled out of that room, lips tight, shoulders tense, sharp inhales—wondering where the hell I just lost control of this entire situation.
I’d slept with a lot of women.
A lot.
Not one of those experiences could come close to what I just had with Lexa.
Not one.
That was some heavy shit. So heavy, I decided the best thing to do was fill the next day with a bunch of touristy things for honeymooners to try to get my dick to stop thinking it was going to permanently move in to Lexa.
That plan fell to crap, because no matter where we went or what we did, I couldn’t keep my damned hands off her. The way she smiled up at me and the touch of her soft lips on mine—one small touch, just one small look, and I instantly felt it ache in my groin.
By the afternoon, I was sexually frustrated and the locals were warning us about a small storm. Lexa didn’t even bat her lashes; she dipped her feet into the lapping waters of the ocean and waited for the swell of the storm.
When the skies suddenly opened up and it finally rained, she spread out her arms and twirled in the downpour. With her blouse instantly soaked with rain, she held her head back and laughed. I watched, sipping a beer. I’ve never known anyone else like her. We made our way back over the rainy beach to our villa and she twirled the whole way, kicking up the soft, wet sand.
“Do you want to shower before dinner?” she asked me, rain-soaked and smiling as we walked through the balcony doors.
“No,” I said.
“Couples massage?”
“No,” I repeated, stepping closer to her. The wet fabric of the shirt clung to her skin, her dark hair wildly plastered in thick, wet strands across her cheeks.
Her eyes questioned me, fixing on me, wondering. A cool breeze blew in from an open window and the rain pounded down over our heads, drumming noisily into the slats of the roof. But, looking at her soaked body, it suddenly didn’t feel cool any longer. No. Instead, a slow, thick electric sort of charge heated up around us.
She wiped the wet hair off her face to get a better look at me. “You okay, Jameson?” She stepped past me and smiled. Her shirt was completely see-through now; her rose tipped nipples peeking out had me gritting my teeth.
“Number one,” I said darkly.
Her steps faltered. She looked at me over her shoulder with wide eyes. “Number one?” she asked no louder than a whisper. Shit, she was scared. Why did she always feel so insecure? She was confident in everything else but this.
“Bed. Now.” My words were curt. Demanding.
There was no hesitation. She went.
I tore off my suit jacket. It splattered damply to the floor. Quickly, I unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my tie. I was going to use the tie.
The tie and my belt.
And a pocketknife.
I was going to make her know exactly how her body—her sexuality—could make a man feel.
She was standing at the foot of the bed when I walked in after her. She looked lost, shoulders trembling, water dripping from her hair.
“Lay down. Stretch your hands over your head.”
Her eyes widened a fraction, yet she did exactly as I said.
I quickly buckled my belt around her wrists, pinning them together, and then tied the belt to the frame of the bed. I couldn’t hide my smile when the sound of her breathing quickened into heavy, whispered gasps or when her thighs rubbed together and squeezed.
Man, she was beautiful. Soft and smooth, flawed yet perfect. Perfect.
Her back arched slightly and her shirt rode up. The smooth expanse of her stomach peeked out and the muscles of her arms and legs defined themselves sharply just under her skin as she strained with tension. Crimson streaks crawled out across her cheeks, and her belly and chest rose and fell heavily with the excited rhythm of her breathing.
She wasn’t just beautiful—she was absolutely stunning.
Pulling open the blade of my knife, I hovered over her and slid it carefully between my teeth, biting down.
Slowly, I unbuttoned her shirt and pulled the wet material away from her breasts. Her breasts shuddered and trembled. Her pink nipples puckered and hardened. Then I slid her skirt slowly over the curve of her hips and thighs. Her small, gasping breaths filled the room. I watched as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I said, deliberately running my index finger from the tip of her chin to the indent of her belly button. “Watch me look at you. Watch my eyes and feel them. Feel how beautiful I think you are.” I swallowed hard as I circled her belly with the pad of my fingertips. “Enjoy your pleasure. It’s okay to like it. To want it.”
My eyes ran down her body. Curves and dips. Smooth and silky. I pulled the blade of the knife and very lightly slipped it under the thin elastic of her panties.
Then sawed through them.
Her breathing became heavier.
Once she was completely bared to me, I placed the knife on the nightstand and kissed the small patch of pale freckles that spotted her upper thighs.
I shifted my attention higher and closed my mouth over one of the rosy-tipped nipples that I couldn’t stop looking at—thinking about—dreaming about. Her head pressed back into the mattress and her back arched upward. I chuckled low, rolled my tongue around the tightened skin, and softly grazed my teeth over it.
“Tell me what you want, Lex.”
A small shaky gasp escaped past her lips and her cheeks blush a deeper red.
I flicked my tongue hard against her in quick, small laps until she was twisting her back for more. “Baby, this is all about being able to live out your fantasies.”
“I told you them,” she panted as I trailed my hand back down over her belly and headed further down. My fingers stopped right above her clit and I teased her by brushing my index finger with barely enough pressure. She squirmed her body up higher.
“Huh uh. You wrote them,” I said, pressing my finger down and making tiny circles against her swollen flesh. “What was number one, again? I need words. Don’t be scared, Lex. I’ll give you what you ask for.”
When she didn’t answer, I stilled my fingers and lifted them away from her skin. She needed to be able to tell me what she wanted. She needed her voice heard.
She whimpered softly and looked at me with pleading eyes.
I shook my head and blew against her inner thighs. “Tell me.”
“R…ravish me. Dominate me,” her words were full of shame. Why should any woman be ashamed to tell a man what she wanted? “S…spank me. Take me hard and fast.”
The moment her voice ceased I flipped her body around. The belt twisted around with her wrists still tied together. With her facedown on the bed, I yanked roughly up on her hips to lift her ass into the air. Damn, I loved that ass. It was pale and trembling, and when I slapped it with the palm of my hand, I watched in rapt desperation as the shape of my hand reddened over her skin.
A moan ripped out of the back of her throat.
I smelled her arousal from where I knelt on the bed. It was mouthwatering, making me delirious—ravenous. I spread the flesh of her ass wide and leaned forward, breathing her in. Then I touched my lips against her skin—soft, smooth, and slick with desire. A deep, shuddering exhale made her entire body tremble. I slapped her ass once more then gripped the swell of it with both hands and pressed my tongue and mouth against her. My tongue lapped against her clit in fast strokes then brushed up through her folds to the entrance of her ass. I did it over and over until she was shivering and whimpering and pleading for more.
That’s when I stepped back, leaving her panting and staring wide-eyed at me over her shoulder. I slapped her ass once more before moving forward to stand closer to her face.
I touched her bottom lip with my thumb then unzipped my pants and slid them over my hips, letting them fall around my ankles. My briefs dropped next and I stood before her, slowly tugging at my erection. “Look at what you do to me. I’m ready to explode just because I’m looking at you, smelling you, tasting you.”
Those sky blue eyes took me in and her tongue slipped through her lips, then she nipped at my thumb. I felt it deep in my belly. “Suck me. Taste how much I want you,” I breathed low.
She looked up at me with her bottom lip seductively trapped between her teeth. She smiled and pressed her soft, silky mouth against me and my knees felt weak.
Her mouth wrapped around me, warm and wet. Her tongue twirled and flickered between tense and loose. The sensation had me throbbing as she slid her mouth as far as she could take me in. She savored me in long, slow strokes until I fisted my hands through her hair and her eyes darted back up to mine. Her blue eyes stared back at me through thick dark lashes—eyes so distracting and intense, so mesmerizing and striking, they had me fucking her mouth deeply, making them water. Fuck! She let me deep throat her, over and over. She had me thrusting all the way into the back of her throat. She was swallowing and tightening all around me as if her gag reflex was turned completely off.
I tightened my grip on her hair and she hummed her approval, which vibrated all the way into my stomach. My balls clenched together, tightening and aching for release. I plunged between those lips until saliva dripped down my thighs and my own eyes watered from trying to hold back coming deep down her throat.
Panting hard, I pulled away from her swollen lips and bent forward to kiss her. Her mouth tasted like pure sin.
“Your mouth is addictive,” I said, smacking her ass again. She squeaked out a small gasp as I rubbed at the spot where my hand had landed. “I think it’s one of my favorite places.”
A small moan escaped her lips as I slid my mouth over the back of her neck and slowly inched my way down her spine. I feasted on her skin with my tongue and lips. My hands caressed her soft curves, grasping and massaging, kneading and stroking. Her body shook beneath me with her full body tremors. I’d never seen anything like it before—pure lust. It made my chest ache.
“James,” her voice begged as I knelt behind her and slowly slid one teasing finger over her wet, trembling skin. Her knees parted wider on the bed. “Please,” she whispered into the sheets.
I pressed my hips against her and leaned my head down over her shoulder. The length of my cock brushed and pushed against her entrance, making it slippery with her arousal.
“You,” I whispered against her skin, trapping the silky skin of her shoulder between my teeth. My hips rocked against her bottom until the head of my cock pushed against her opening. “You are so sexy. So beautiful. So perfect,” I whispered in her ear.
Straightening up, I wrapped my hands around the tangled strands of her hair and pulled back, shoving my cock deep inside her. She cried out my name and pulsed around me. Being inside her was like nothing else in this world, no one else in this world. If all the blood in my body wasn’t pumping through the tip of my dick just then, that thought would have scared the hell out of me. Instead, it had me riding that pussy like I needed it to breathe.
Moans and curses spilled out of her in gasps and grunts. Yes, she said. Harder. More. It never felt like this before.
With one hand, I yanked back her hair harder and plunged my cock inside her faster and harder. With the other, I reached around her lower belly and pinched her clit hard over and over, until the walls of her pussy were squeezing me so hard I almost exploded.
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.
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.”
