by J P Books
Avery looked up at him. “Did you proposition Selena?” she asked bluntly.
“I…what? Who?”
“Selena. The other concierge at Crosby Street.”
“Oh, the blonde one? No,” he shook his head. “Not at all. I…I was – I am – mad about you, Avery. Why?”
“She said you did,” Avery replied. “But I just wanted to make sure she was lying. She’s the one who cost me my job too. Not you. She filmed us when we went to Doppelganger the second time.”
Deacon gaped at her. “Really? She did that to you? Oh my God, Avery, I’m so sorry.”
Avery nodded. “I thought I’d lost you, her, and my job all in the same day.”
“Christ, I’m such a complete idiot,” said Deacon. “I should have texted the minute I landed. I should never have just left you like that. I’m so sorry, Avery. I only just found out now, when I called the hotel. Janet told me where I could get a hold of you.”
“Janice,” Avery corrected him.
“Janice?”
“The nice woman at the front desk. Her name is Janice.”
“Oh. Sorry. Janice. Anyway. I flew back. I was hoping to surprise you. Take you out for a big night to try to make up for disappearing like that. And she told me you’d been fired. So I convinced her to tell me your address.”
Avery smiled. “Janice always was a romantic at heart.”
“Can you forgive me, Avery?” Deacon asked.
Avery looked up at him. “What do you want from me, Deacon?” she asked.
Deacon blinked. “I want to be with you, Avery. Whatever it takes.”
“Really?” she asked, hope welling in her heart for the first time since she’d lost her job.
“Really,” Deacon stroked her cheek again. “I was even thinking…if you wanted…I have this new boutique hotel opening up in Suzhou, this beautiful city near Shanghai. It’s aimed at Western tourists and I’d really like someone who understands Western needs to run it. And since you’re out of a job, I thought maybe you’d do me a favor and come run it?”
Avery gaped at him. “My own hotel? You want me to run the entire hotel?”
Deacon laughed. “I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have. Plus that means we could be together. If…if that’s what you want.”
Avery beamed at him. With an immense smile, she threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. “Yes!” she said. “Yes! That’s exactly what I want. Oh, Deacon, you’re amazing.” All of the misery and hopelessness she’d felt over the past few weeks melted away and her heart filled with love. She had missed him so much, and now here he was offering her the job of a lifetime – not to mention the chance to be with him forever.
Deacon kissed her hair and her neck and her shoulders, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “Well, I dunno about that. I’ve been pretty shitty the past few weeks. Does this mean I’m forgiven?” he asked.
Avery looked up at him, a huge smile on her face. “A thousand times over,” she said.
Deacon grinned at her and, finally, lowered his face to hers, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss filled with all the longing and desperation of the past weeks.
Avery felt desire and love surge through her, her skin tingling with happiness. She buried her fingers in his hair, bringing their faces even closer together, deepening their kiss. Deacon groaned into her mouth, his hands working their way under her t-shirt to massage her back.
They stumbled backward, too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to the furniture. Suddenly, Deacon sat down, bringing Avery with him. His legs had hit the couch and he’d taken his chances. Straddling his lap, Avery could feel his pulsing erection through the soft linen of his pants. She pressed herself into it, its rock hard length rubbing against her clit despite the layers of fabric between them. Deacon moaned again, his hands tangling in her hair as they kissed.
Slowly, Avery drew away, smiling down at Deacon. She loosened his tie and pulled it off, throwing it away. Then she began on his shirt, kissing his chest as she undid the buttons.
“Hey,” he whispered as she moved away from him. “Come back here.”
But she just grinned up at him and kept going until she was kneeling between his legs. Greedily, she undid his belt and fly, gently dragging his pants and underwear down, careful not to snag his penis.
Freed, at last, his erection sprang up, its shaft as long and thick as she remembered. Avery licked her lips.
Taking his cock in one hand, she teased its head with her lips and tongue, swirling along his ridge then moving away. Deacon groaned, clutching at the sofa cushions. Then, without warning, she drew his entire head into her mouth, pumping with her hand as she sucked him.
“Fuck!” Deacon swore, one hand grabbing her hair as she began to take him further into her mouth.
Avery knew she wouldn’t be able to get him all the way in so she made up the distance with her hand, twisting it up and down his cock in time with her mouth. As she worked him, she brought up her free hand and began to lightly fondle his balls. Deacon’s response was a long, low groan as he fought to keep control of himself and not thrust into her mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was choke her.
Taking her hand off his balls, Avery kept licking and sucking and pumping as she slowly worked her own leggings and underwear off herself. Once she was free of her bottoms she took her mouth off Deacon. Looking him right in the eye, she gave his cock one last, long lick before hopping up and spearing herself on him. They both shouted with pleasure as his erection slid home into her deep, wet pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Deacon swore again, his hands coming up to knead her ass. “God, I’ve missed how good this feels.”
“Me too,” Avery smiled, yanking her t-shirt off and tossing it aside.
Deacon grinned, bringing up one hand to fondle her breasts as she drew herself up and down the hard length of his cock, working herself into a frenzy.
His mouth closed over one of her nipples and Avery moaned with pleasure, leaning into him so that he could suck her while they fucked. The new angle made his cock rub against her pussy walls in a way that sent lights flashing before her eyes. “Oh Go-od,” Avery screamed as her body began to quiver with her orgasm.
Deacon smiled, raising his hips to thrust deeper into her as she came, making her screams grow louder. He loved the feel of her tits crushed against his chest and he slapped her ass softly to egg her on just a little longer. Her body gave one last shudder of ecstasy and, with a dopey smile, she grew still.
“That was nice,” she said.
“I bet,” he replied. “Wanna do it again?” He gripped her ass in both hands, guiding her up and down his cock as he began to thrust into her, his own ass clenching from the strain.
Avery moaned long and loud. She grabbed him by the shoulders, arching her body back as he pumped into her. Her breasts bounced wildly up and down as their bodies pounded against each other, his cock driving deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, stroking her every nerve, and setting her entire body alight. Her ass slapped against his balls as he brought her down hard against him and he grunted with the effort of fucking her.
Avery couldn’t believe it as she felt another orgasm beginning to build so soon after the last. But she wasn’t about to complain. Her pussy tightened around his cock and she swore as she felt the orgasm burst over him. “Fuck,” she gasped, “oh fuck, fuck, fuck me.”
Deacon groaned, feeling her juices flowing over his cock and buried himself as deeply as he could into her slick pussy, his own orgasm charging through him as she spasmed around him.
Their chests heaving, Deacon and Avery collapsed backward onto the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Oh my God,” Avery whimpered. “That was incredible.”
Deacon laughed breathlessly. “Think about how even more incredible it will be in China,” he said.
Avery smiled down at him, propping her chin on her elbow. “I feel
like I’ve known you forever,” she said.
Deacon smiled at her, wiping a sweaty tangle of hair off her face. “Well, if all goes to plan, you will.”
Avery bit her lip. “I can’t wait to start our new life together,” she said, cuddling into his shoulder. “This is like a dream come true.”
“For me too,” he said, kissing the top of her hair. “I’m the luckiest man I know.”
They sat there in happy silence for a moment until Avery stood up. “Though, maybe we should go shower. I feel like I should start the next chapter of my life not smelling like a hobo.”
Deacon laughed. “Fair point. Let’s go.”
And so they did.
THE END
First Time Menage
CHAPTER 1
Riley
It’s the air that finally convinced me I was actually on vacation. The air in Cancun is so humid that it’s heavy and your skin feels moist at all times. Not sweaty moist, necessarily, but like the air itself is collecting on your skin.
I’m definitely not about to complain though. Celeste and I are in Cancun.
We’re in Cancun!!!
It’s been a lifetime since either of us has taken a vacation. Turns out real life as an adult is busy. And expensive.
But we both finally secured our permanent teaching jobs this year which means steady paycheck and guaranteed time off. I have never been so happy to be a teacher as I am right at this moment.
“Oh my goodness, Celeste, check this place out!” I call my friend as I admire the vista from our room. Our hotel is gorgeous. I mean, I know we’re in one of the most famous tourist resort cities in the world, but it really does look like I’m standing in the middle of a magazine right now.
You can see one of the pools from our window, and that pool is directly in front of the beach and a big, glorious blue ocean. It’s unbelievable. There are little cabanas everywhere, tables with umbrellas, swim up bars…what more could two single ladies on vacation want?
“Do you think there’ll be any sexy men, here?” Celeste quickly picks out the one other thing that we’re both hoping to find on vacation.
Ok, it’s not like we’re super promiscuous girls or anything like that, but we’re on vacation! We want to do at least a little flirting while we’re here.
“God, I hope so,” I answer. “Shall we go see?”
“Yes!” she cheers with me, and we burst into a fit of near hysterical giggles.
Grabbing our sun hats, the two of us find our way out of the hotel and decide to explore the area around us to see what fun we can get into.
As we head down the “Hotel Zone” promenade, it’s very clear why Cancun is such a popular destination. It’s so busy! And fully stocked with things like massive shopping centers, aquariums, museums and, of course, plenty of bars and beaches.
Everywhere you look there are bars and beaches.
We made frequent stops to check out both. There seem to be two specific drinks of choice available here: Cerveza (in the form of Corona, not surprisingly) and Margaritas.
We’re both about 3 Margaritas in and I can see the ocean from 3 directions instead of 2, which means we’ve reached the end of the promenade.
There’s a sweet little Mexican restaurant right on the water. My stomach growls loudly as soon as I smell the smoky spices. I think it’s time to eat.
“Hungry?” I ask Celeste, knowing that she’s always hungry. It’s a running joke between us. She’s as tiny as can be and I just can’t figure out where it all goes but that girl can eat! It evens out though because I can drink her under the table.
We’re quite the duo.
“Starving!” she answers predictably, so we go in and grab a table outside.
I’m kind of hoping that a bachelor party or something will roll up, but sadly, we’re surrounded by couples and families through the entire meal.
It’s just after 7, so I figure we can probably catch the sunset back at our hotel and maybe make some new friends there. It would be convenient.
Celeste doesn’t argue. “Google Maps is showing that we can take a different direction back to the hotel – through some golf courses and stuff. Wanna give it a go?” she asks.
“Sure!” I’m down for anything at this point, so why not? It’s pretty much impossible to not be surrounded by breathtaking beauty here so I don’t think we can go wrong.
An hour later, I’m beginning to wonder though. We have yet to come across a golf course and I’m starting to see a lot more locals than tourists.
“Um…Celeste. Do you know where we are?”
“I was just thinking that myself. My maps app stopped directing me a while back, but I was sure there was only one turn. I don’t know how we could have gone wrong. There was supposed to be only one way to go!” she looks equal parts guilty and frightened.
“It’s cool, don’t worry. I’m sure we’re not far.” I try to make her relax. We’re on vacation. In Mexico. The motto is “chill out” here. “I’ll just go ask someone.”
There’s a guy standing in front of a little store who looks local enough to know where we are and hopefully he’ll be able to direct us.
My Spanish is no bueno, unfortunately, and it turns out that his English is no better. I’m gesturing and repeating words and probably looking like a fool, but he just keeps looking back at me blankly. I shoot daggers out of my eyes in frustration and finally, Celeste gets brave enough to show him the maps app on her phone.
He points to where we are.
Not where we’re supposed to be.
We are hopelessly lost not just in Cancun but in translation too!
It’ll be easier to just turn around and backtrack, so that’s what we do.
“We’ll just walk back the way we came, I’m sure we’ll recognize things when we get there. And we’ll find another bar along the way to keep us hydrated,” I laugh. “It’s not like we have anything else to do – we’re on vacation! Just think of it like we’re walking off all the calories we’re drinking,” I grin widely at Celeste.
She’s still looking kind of worried, but I think that’s just Celeste. I’m not worried. I’m looking forward to the next Margarita.
While I chatter away about nothing in particular, I watch her look over her shoulder every two seconds.
“What are you looking at!?” I ask her in my most exasperated voice possible.
“Shhh!” she whispers, surprising me. “Don’t look now, but I think that guy’s following us.”
Of course, I crane my head around to look behind me instantly.
Sure enough, he’s about two storefronts away from us. He’s not even trying to look like he’s not following us.
“What the hell?” I say loudly. “He’s not even trying to be sneaky. He’s obviously following us. What a creep!”
I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t worry, there are so many people around, what’s he going to do?”
But it’s starting to get darker. We’ve been walking for a long time and my buzz just disappeared in a big way.
Now we’re both looking over our shoulders every two seconds. I can’t believe he would do anything scary in such a populated area, but why is he following us? I’m battling my brain to not stereotype and panic but also to not be stupid and get myself and my best friend raped and chopped up for black market kidneys.
Ok, I know I’m way overreacting, but I’ve had a lot to drink, a lot of sun, and now some creeper is following us and we’re who knows where. I think I’m entitled to a little overreaction.
“Do you think we should call the police?” Celeste whispers to me. I have no idea if 911 works in Mexico but also…can you really call 911 when someone happens to be walking in the same direction as you, and when there are only 2 directions you can even walk in?
“I don’t know…he hasn’t done anything, what if they just laugh at us?” I answer, hesitantly, sort of hoping she’ll say, “I don’t care, call the freaking
police!”
But she doesn’t. She just stays quiet.
After another minute she nods her head at me. “What?” I ask, having no clue what the nod means. She gives me a very severe look and nods again, more aggressively.
This actually makes me snort and laugh. Ok, so maybe my buzz isn’t entirely gone.
“I have no idea what you’re trying to tell me Celeste, but I don’t think he can hear us. You can use your words.” I’m trying hard not to laugh at her, but I’m not succeeding very well.
I’m definitely getting uncomfortable too, but my poor girl is starting to look frantic. I can’t help but be amused.
“What about that guy,” she hisses, nodding her head once more. This time, I follow the direction.
“Oooohhhhh…..” I murmur. “Very nice.”
“I don’t want to hit on him, you pervert! I want him to help us!” Celeste is obviously freaking out now. She forgot to whisper and that last part came out loud enough for the handsome guy to clearly hear her. His head swiveled around to us, looking alert.
I smile meekly. He is so gorgeous. I can’t even say “hot” because he’s more than just hot. He looks like he has handsome soaked right through his skin into his very soul. And, just to make sure I was swooning at maximum effort, he’s walking the world’s tiniest chihuahua.