Key West

by Lacey Alexander

  When Chris next appeared before her, she turned more aggressive, somehow inspired by Shay’s prodding. “How much longer?”

  He grinned. “Getting impatient, angel?”

  She nodded.

  “Tell you what—I’m due for a break. I’ll tell Tom,” who she’d learned was the other bartender, “I’m taking it, and we can get out of here for a few minutes right now.”

  A moment later, Chris appeared at her side, sliding his hand onto her bare thigh as he leaned back against the bar. “I’m all yours for fifteen minutes. What do you want to do?”

  “Go someplace where we can be alone,” she said, hoping he saw the heat in her eyes.

  He cast a sexy grin. “Fifteen minutes isn’t a lot of time, angel.”

  “I know, but I’m…” She let her eyes fall shut at the lush, needy sensations pressing through her body.

  “What?” he whispered.

  “So hot for you,” she breathed back.

  “Mmm,” he growled softly, his look saying she’d just made him hot, too. “We’re gonna have to get creative here, but follow me.”

  As she climbed down from the stool, he took her hand and led her deeper into the bar. Although a few people lingered at tables, talking and drinking, it was a less busy area. He drew her into a cubbyhole that she realized was a phone booth built into the wall, a navy blue curtain serving as a door.

  Chris pulled the curtain shut before lifting his hands to her face. His eyes, unmistakably blue even in the dim lighting, brimmed with passion—and she realized no man, not even Jon, had ever looked at her the way Chris looked at her now.

  Moving in with slow calculation, he lowered an open-mouthed kiss onto her welcoming lips, his tongue pressing instantly into her mouth to meet her own. Soft, steamy kisses filled her senses, making her breasts ache madly and leaving every pore of her skin tingling with desire.

  As if reading her need, he let one hand glide down over her shoulder and onto her breast, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Finally, finally, this man was touching her, putting his big hands where she needed them, making her feel enveloped by everything about him. He kneaded her breast as their kisses went from long and steamy to shorter and sizzling hot.

  “You’re so pretty, angel,” he whispered, gazing down into her eyes while he began unbuttoning her blouse. “Do you know how pretty you are?”

  Was she? That pretty? Jon had told her so from time to time, but he’d never sounded half as sincere as Chris just had. “You make me feel pretty.”

  “Need to get to you,” he murmured, still working at her blouse, peering down at her breasts where they rose from her lacy white demi-bra. He caressed one sensitive mound through the lace for only a few seconds before curling his fingers around the scalloped edge and pulling downward until her nipple was bared.

  He looked down on her breast as if it were a work of art. Then he strummed his thumb across her taut pink nipple like it was a rare instrument. Using his other hand to free her other breast, he folded his hands warmly around them both, letting her jutting nipples graze his palms. “Damn, angel, these are pretty, too.”

  With that, he bent to take one turgid nipple into his wet mouth, sending shockingly hot pleasure through her breast and deeper. He suckled her gently, but she felt his tongue in the mix, as well, until he drew back to deliver soft, thorough licks. She loved watching him at her breast. She ran her fingers through his messy hair, flexing them instinctively as if she were a purring cat. “Oooh,” she moaned, almost forgetting there was a bar, people, just beyond the thin curtain they stood behind. Thankfully, she suspected the loud music would cover such soft noises.

  When he rose back up to full height, he narrowed his eyes on hers, looking wildly aroused, yet also doubtful. “I can’t do what I want to do to you in fifteen minutes, baby. Can you wait?” Even as he spoke, he held her breasts lightly, flicking his thumbs across the beaded nipples.

  Her whole body tensed with his question. The ache between her thighs grew. She bit her lip, then reached down to press her hand fully over his cock. “No.”

  He drew in a hard breath, his eyes falling shut with pleasure. “God,” he murmured at her touch. She found the same column of steel she remembered from rubbing her pussy against him on the Party Barge, yet in her hand, he felt even bigger—as big as Shay had promised. She gasped in wonderment. Jon was average at best, and a cock as big as this one might have the power to overwhelm her. But she wasn’t afraid—even if she should have been. No, she only wanted it, craved it so much that her body would make it work, make it fit.

  She squeezed his balls, rubbed his hardness with the flat of her palm, wrapped her hand around the upright shaft that had grown so magically in his baggy shorts.

  After that, she followed her instincts, did what she most wanted to do in the world at that moment. She slowly dropped to her knees and undid his top button.

  “Ah, God, baby,” he breathed, looking down at her, clearly stunned and aroused at her actions. She met his eyes, rubbed his column again through the shorts.

  Then she lowered her gaze there. She wanted to see his cock so badly, wanted to know it, take it into her. Pulling in her breath, she unzipped his shorts, using both hands to open them fully. Above her, he hurried to take off the t-shirt he wore. His cock stuck up out of his boxer briefs and she wasted no time in pulling them down over his hips beneath the undone shorts.

  “Oh…” she breathed at the sight. Not only was his cock wonderfully long—ten or eleven beautiful inches, at least—it was full and thick and so powerful-looking that she almost couldn’t imagine getting it in her pussy, but she also couldn’t wait to try.

  She ran her hand lovingly up the steel-hard shaft, curling her fingers around the head, drawing away the wet dot of moisture gathered there.

  “So big,” she whispered in awe, gazing up at him.

  “Big for you, angel.”

  Mmm, God, she wanted him in her mouth. But his erection was so long, arcing up his well-muscled stomach, that she couldn’t reach the tip from where she knelt before him, so she eased upward, settling her butt on the built-in wooden seat across from the phone. She drew his cock down, licking playfully over the head. Above her, he sighed.

  Licking her lips, she opened wide and lowered her mouth onto his massive shaft as far as she could. Given his size, she wasn’t able to take more than half of him in, but she toiled hard, taking him as deep as her throat would allow.

  His movements were light, almost like spasms, and she realized he was trying to hold back and let her run the show, but that his shaft was demanding more, demanding he fuck her mouth. She wanted that, so very badly—keeping her fist wrapped firmly around his base, she began to slide her lips up and down the silk-covered column, relishing his small thrusts into her throat. He was so wide that each descent stretched her mouth to its limits, and when he finally pulled his cock out, whispering, “No more, angel, or I’ll explode,” her mouth felt swollen and well-used.

  “You don’t want to come?” she asked. Given that his hot shaft had taken her to ecstasy yesterday, she wanted to return the favor tonight.

  He chuckled wryly. “God, yes, I want to come, but not yet, baby.”

  With that, he descended to his knees and ran his hands boldly up her thighs, pushing her skirt to her hips as he went. When he sank a tiny firecracker of a kiss onto one inner thigh, she lifted one foot onto the seat beside her, so that her pussy would be totally accessible to him. It pulsed so hard she wondered if he could see it, throbbing through her white lace thong panties.

  Reaching up, he rubbed the flat of his hand over her cunt. She let out a groan that came all the way from her gut. Her pussy felt swollen against his touch.

  He closed his hand firm over her mound and let out a ragged breath. “I wanted to touch you here so bad yesterday, angel. It was killing me not to.”

  His firm grip made her feel fully possessed by him as waves of pleasure rolled upward from her crotch. “It nearly killed me, too.�
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  “I know, baby, and I’m so sorry.”

  She shook her head. “Ancient history. Let’s concentrate on now.”

  Fresh heat invaded his eyes. “You’re so right.” His gaze dropped to her cunt and she watched as he used one hand to pull the white lace aside, revealing her gaping pink slit, its peaks and valleys shiny with moisture for him.

  He looked utterly enraptured with her pussy as he raked one thumb up her slick center and over her clit. She sucked in her breath as the bolt of pleasure shot through her.

  Then he lowered his mouth onto her mound, licking her engorged nub even as he drew it gently between his teeth. She let out a muted shriek at the stunning sensation and he continued to lave her with gentle but firm and eager licks of his hot tongue. It excited her beyond belief to watch him kneeling between her parted legs and to remember where they were, that at any moment someone could whisk open the curtain and discover her spread so wide for him.

  They looked into one another’s eyes as his ministrations took on a warm, steady rhythm that encouraged her to move against him, to fuck his mouth as he’d fucked hers just moments ago. Her breathing turned to panting. When he slipped a finger into her tight, slick passage, she stifled a moan.

  “So good,” she whispered down to him, her voice trembling. “So, so good.”

  His eyes looked feral, wild.

  Instinct made her lift her pussy to his mouth harder, harder. She would come soon if he kept this up. And she needed to come, so badly. Didn’t matter that she’d seemed to have orgasm after orgasm since meeting him—all that mattered was having one now. All that mattered was his mouth on her pussy. All that mattered was how incredibly hot and naughty she felt being so fully exposed to him, so deep into fucking his mouth, right here in the phone booth, a bar full of people just a curtain away.

  She worked her cunt against his welcoming mouth—thrusting, thrusting—thinking, Please, baby, just a little more. Just a little more. His finger continued fucking her below, and its presence in her opening felt wonderful, but she wished for more—she wished for his cock there.

  “Lick me,” she whispered hotly, staring into his eyes. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, lick me. Yes…” The pulses in her cunt were gathering power, coming with greater strength, building, and she knew any second now, any sweet second…and then she came. “Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She bit off the words through clenched teeth as the climax claimed her, body and soul, roaring through her like a locomotive. Her head fell back, her eyes shut, as the sweet spasms vibrated through her, violently at first, jerking her torso, before slowly easing up into something warmer, calmer, like gently pounding waves.

  When she opened her eyes, he was still working away at her, clearly waiting for her to finish. She stroked one hand through his hair as her pelvis went still beneath him, the hot orgasm finally waning. He rose up on his knees and she could smell the salty scent of her sex on his mouth when he leaned close to whisper, “How was that, angel?”

  She let out a low moan of satiation and summoned the strength to give him a small smile of appreciation. “The best of my life.”

  He blinked, looking nonplussed. “Really?”

  She nodded. It was true. She could never remember an orgasm that had lasted so long, been so strong, or left her body feeling so deliciously spent.

  He kissed her, hard, and the tangy taste of her own juices met her tongue.

  “I want to put my cock inside you,” he breathed against her mouth.

  She could only nod.

  He rose to his feet and reached down for her, murmuring, “Stand up, baby.”

  It was difficult—her legs felt so weak—but she got to her feet. He positioned her so that one foot remained propped on the platform she’d just risen from. His hands closed greedily at her hips, under the skirt that was now raised to her waist—but he was struggling with her panties, the crotch of which had fallen back into place.

  “Damn it,” he muttered, trying to pull the fabric aside from the back, but in her new position, the little swath of lace insisted on staying in the way. Finally, he gave a hard yank and ripped the thong off, the side seam tearing, sending the lace to fall at her ankle. “There,” he said, sounding relieved.

  Mmm, she felt thoroughly possessed by him now. Yet still she needed more. “In me,” she whispered. It was the only speech she could manage at the moment, and she wanted him desperately, wanted to know what his huge shaft would feel like inside her.

  Shifting her hips slightly, he poised the tip of his cock at her opening. She instinctively pushed against it, thinking, Fill me, fill me up.

  He thrust slow and gentle against her, once, twice, three times. She felt him begin to enter, begin to open her, but already she could tell it was a tight fit. She let out a small growl of distress as he pushed upward again. Against her will, a small cry escaped her—his width was too much for her.

  “You’re so damn tight,” he whispered, the lines of his face stretched taut with frustration.

  She spoke between panting breaths. “I’ve been with the same guy since high school. He wasn’t nearly this big.”

  Once more, he thrust his large cock upward into her softness. “Am I hurting you?”

  She clenched her teeth. She wanted desperately to say no. She wanted desperately for him to fit. But finally, she let out a sigh. “A little. But it’s all right. Because I want you in there. I want your cock in my pussy so bad.”

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, leaning his head back. “Baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but you just made me come.” Grabbing his shaft, he aimed it so that warm spurts of white liquid shot directly onto the front of her cunt as he moaned his release. Despite how it had occurred, it brought her tremendous pleasure to know she’d made it happen, and she liked being able to see and feel the hot, wet evidence of his orgasm.

  When it was done, they both stood frozen for a moment, staring at his white fluid as it mingled in her light curls, draping down into where she remained pink and open for him.

  “God, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was probably sixteen the last time that happened. But when you said what you said…” He tilted his head and grinned. “Damn, angel, you drove me over the edge.”

  “It’s okay,” she told him. “I just wish I could have, you know…made you fit.”

  He smiled. “I don’t think that’s something you can control.” He glanced down at her pussy, reaching out to cup it. “You’re starting to drip.” He looked around helplessly. “And we don’t even have a napkin.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry I got it all over you. This was, uh, not how I intended this to go.”

  She bit her lip. “I’m not sorry. Rub it in.”

  His eyes glimmered with revived fire. “Mmm, baby.” Pressing his hand fully to her cunt, he began to gently massage his semen into her soft flesh. She looked into his eyes, letting the wet caress begin to get her hot again. “Sorry I ripped your panties,” he said, although he sounded more sexy than sorry, given his current task.

  “I loved it. I loved making you feel that urgent.”

  He laughed. “Well, like I said, none of this was what I planned.”

  “What exactly did you plan?”

  “I was thinking I’d kiss you, touch you some, just get us good and primed for later. But then you seduced me, you bad girl.”

  She only grinned. “I hate to break this to you, but you were easy.”

  Another laugh escaped him. “That I can’t deny.” Then he sighed. “But I do wish I’d managed to wait, so I could get you in a bed, and we could do this right.”

  She sighed, doubtful. “Is getting me in a bed going to make my pussy any bigger or your cock any smaller?”

  The corners of his mouth turned up in a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry, angel. I have a plan.”

  She couldn’t help saying, “I hope it works better than your last plan.”

  “You’re funny,” he said, then pinched her ass and she let out a squeal, after which she clamped her hand over her mouth.


  “By the way, I think you’ve been gone for more than fifteen minutes.”

  He leaned his head back in a nod. “Luckily, Tom’s an easygoing guy, and I suspect the crowd will be even lighter than when we left.” With that, he extracted his hand from between her legs and gently pulled her skirt back down. As he pulled up his underwear and did up his shorts, she adjusted her bra back into place and worked on her buttons. “All set?” he asked.

  She reached down and plucked up her ripped panties. “What about these?”

  He took them from her hand and stuffed them in his pocket. “Just so you know, I’ll probably be on the verge of exploding again in no time just thinking about you walking around without anything under that cute little skirt.”

  “Good.”

  “Shit,” he said then.

  “What?”

  He ran his hand back through his hair. “It just hit me. I can’t believe…I forgot about a condom. Damn it, I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay—we didn’t…”

  “But we sure as hell tried to.” He looked disgusted with himself. “And I’m always so damn careful, too. “

  She grabbed his hand. “If you’re always ‘so damn careful,’ then…”

  “Then what?”

  She shrugged softly and smiled. “Then maybe we don’t have to worry. Because I’m on the pill, and I’ve only been with one guy my whole life…and believe it or not, despite recent events, I really don’t think he cheated on me on a regular basis or anything. So if you’ve always been careful up to now—I mean, if you really, really have…”

  He squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. “I really, really have.”

  She narrowed her gaze on him. “Then I trust you. And if we don’t get around to using a condom…”

  “It’ll be safe, I swear. Because I never forget.”

  She grinned. “Except tonight.”

  “Except tonight,” he confirmed with a small smile of his own.