Spring Fling

by Claudia Burgoa

  “That’s not just the alcohol speaking, is it?”

  “I’m not drunk,” she holds up a few fingers, “Girl Scout’s honor.”

  “Are you a girl scout?”

  She winks. “I was once.”

  Great reminder to tie the knot a little tighter later so she can’t escape.

  “We’ll keep it simple,” I say to her. “No real info about ourselves.”

  “And we have sex?” she asks, ever so innocently, ever so stunning with the moonlight playing in her blonde hair.

  I interlace my fingers with hers. “I would never make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

  “What if I want you to?”

  “Want me to what?”

  “What if I want you to do things to me I’ve never wanted to do before?”

  I stop walking. My dick pulses at the mention of doing things to her. Filthy things. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”

  She gazes up at me, pondering, and then a seductive smile spreads across her face. “I like that answer.”

  I’m all on board. I’m ready to lift the anchor and set sail. But again, not yet. Patience is a hard lesson to master. We still need foreplay.

  So, I ask her if she wants to go dancing. “I know a place off the beaten path.” A place we won’t be bothered. There’s a few dance clubs here in Mexico, and the concierge told me about one that isn’t packed to the brim with college kids.

  She agrees, and I hail a cab.

  On the short ride, she’s quiet, staring at the bustling city and I give her space, not wanting to come on too strong and scare her away.

  We arrive at the club, and thankfully, the man at the front desk was right about this place not crawling with college kids looking to get drunk and party. It’s chill and quiet, except for the reggae band playing island music on a small stage. Low lighting surrounds us as we weave through the people to a tiki bar in the back.

  “What would you like?” I ask her.

  “Just water.”

  I signal the bartender and once Kyla has her request in her hands, we glance out at the people on the dance floor. Her hips rock back and forth in a little seductive tease to the music as she sips her water.

  “Did you want to dance?”

  She nods, setting her Evian on an empty table, and I take her hand, leading her out to the middle of the dance floor. The music is soft, sensual, and soulful. I wrap an arm around her waist and sway my hips in tune with hers. I haven’t danced with a woman in so long, I feel like I’ve almost forgotten how.

  The beat picks up a bit, and so does our rhythm. I let her set the pace, and my cock hardens with every swipe of her body against it.

  “I want you to touch me,” she says, her lust-filled eyes glancing up at me.

  I roam my hands over her, starting at her hips, and then slide one hand over her ass. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

  “My breasts. I want your hands on me.” She licks her lips. “I want you in charge.”

  And that’s all she needs to say.

  I pull her close, and run my hand up and over her tits. “Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice dropping an octave.

  “Yes. I want you to make me feel good.”

  She’s eager—hungry for my touch—and that thought excites me. Just feeling her tits through her dress has me wanting to rip it off. My dick pulses with need, and she is the only woman who will satisfy it.

  I reach under her chin, tipping her face up just a bit. “I make all the rules tonight, deal?”

  She swallows. “Deal.”

  “I can do whatever I want to you, yes?”

  She blinks. “Yes.”

  My dick is painful, and ready to pound away inside her. But not yet. Fuck, this is hard pretending.

  There’s an unlit hallway off the dance floor, hidden from the rest of the club, and I lead her in that direction. We’re alone in the dark as I move her down the long corridor, keeping a hand on the small of her back.

  “Against the wall, Kyla.”

  She complies, and I can see the faint outline of her body on display for me. I close the distance and lean in a whisper away from her mouth. Her fruity breath comes out in little pants. And then, I have no more patience. I kiss her, meeting her lips for the first time tonight. She tastes like heaven and hell in a battle of all time. And I’m not quite sure who will win.

  Her tongue glides along mine, and I rock into her, groaning, desperate to get closer.

  When I saw her at the bar, I couldn’t stop staring. I didn’t want her to leave. Something snapped inside me, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to have her.

  How dumb can a man be to let her slip through his fingers? Not me, I won’t let her slip through mine.

  I pull back, loving how she looks after she’s been thoroughly kissed. I want to see her thoroughly fucked too. That thought makes my heart thunder in my chest.

  “There’s so many things I want to do to you,” I tell her.

  She closes her eyes. “Do them all.”

  “I might hurt you.”

  Her eyes open, focusing on mine. “Do whatever you want.”

  Fuck. Just hearing those words tumble from her lips makes my dick rise, and my self control plummet.

  I turn her around, facing away from me. “Hands against the wall.”

  She obeys, and I run my hands down the sides of her body, then over her heart-shaped ass. I spank one cheek, and she moans.

  “You like being spanked?”

  “I’ve never been spanked before.”

  I spank her again. “Tell me you like it.”

  “I like it,” she says all breathless and shit.

  I spank her again, but this time on the other cheek. I lean close to her ear. “This is what happens if you’re a bad girl tonight.”

  Her head falls back, and I lick up the side of her neck, to the spot just behind her ear. “Are you going to be good for me.” I swat at her ass again. “Or do you want to be bad?”

  “I’ll be good,” she promises.

  I fall to my knees and roam my hands up her silky legs, to the inside of her thighs. Because she looks so damn delicious, I lick each one, nipping with my teeth at the soft flesh, and then spread her legs. Impatient, she leans into the wall further, pushing her ass out just a bit for me.

  Not one person has walked down this hallway, and I’m grateful for that fact. I don’t want anyone watching what I’m about to do to her.

  I slip my hand underneath the hem of her dress, and run my fingers over the panel of her panties before I get rid of the flimsy obstruction and drag my fingers through her wetness.

  And, my fuck, is she wet.

  She mewls as my fingers find her clit, circling over her a few more times. And then, I pull her dress up, bringing her pussy to my mouth.

  She tastes so damn good, and I focus on her clit, pulling the skin between my teeth and pressing down lightly.

  She bucks her hips toward the wall, and I can’t get enough. I yank her a bit closer, bringing her heat down on my face, and lick my tongue from her ass to her clit and back again. She moans when I plunge a finger inside her to the knuckle, and I keep eating her out while my finger fucks her.

  She’s driving me insane the way she pants and moves her body back and forth against my face, and I add another finger to her tight little pussy.

  “Oh God, I’m going to come.”

  I push my fingers deeper inside her, really fucking the hell out of her as I continue to tease her clit with my tongue until her orgasm hits and her sweet pussy clenches my fingers.

  When she’s sated, I stand, lowering her dress around her.

  She turns slowly, her satisfied eyes meeting mine in the dark. I like the dark, where she can’t see the war waging in mine. Her pussy was just the appetizer, the main course is coming soon.

  * * *

  Kyla

  * * *

  Oh, wow. Let me say it again, for emphasis—oh, fucking wow. This man, with his magic tongu
e, can do whatever he wants to me tonight.

  I’m still reeling from my orgasm when Mason asks me if I want another dance. I do.

  The band is on a break and manufactured music pumps through the speakers as we make our way back to the dance floor. It feels safe in his arms, listening to songs of my past, as we move our bodies to Kenny Rogers, Jack Johnson, and Jimmy Buffett. He holds me close, singing the lyrics into my ear, sending shivers racing across my skin.

  We sway through three more songs before Mason asks if I want to head back. I’m not really ready to let go of this moment, but I say yes anyway.

  Outside, the balmy breeze stokes the flame burning in me as he hails another cab, and we climb into the backseat.

  As we ride through the streets of Cozumel, I look over at him, and he leans in, nipping the lobe of my ear. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. “I have a new rule.”

  “Hope it’s an easy one.”

  “Tomorrow, panties are optional.”

  I smile but feel none of this is really optional. It’s something I have to do.

  There’s no turning back when we arrive at the hotel. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to; I’m in too deep. And I’m doing the one thing I swore to Noel I would do...I’m living in the moment.

  We’re silent, communicating with glances and clandestine touches, on the elevator ride to his floor.

  I don’t think about any of it as he leads me down the hallway to his room. He opens the door, and before I can do or say anything, he has me pushed against the solid wood once he shuts us inside.

  He kisses me, hard and hungry, like he’ll die without the taste of my lips on his.

  It’s dark in the room, almost like it was in the hallway of that club. It’s safer in the dark where you can’t see the truth. Where you can hide from all the monsters. In the light is where it’s truly dangerous. Where you can see all the things you don’t want to accept.

  My heart beats to life under his touch. My mind goes blank as he kisses me, while his hands touch everywhere they possibly can. I want him to fix everything and make it better.

  I pull at his shoulders, my fingers digging into the soft material of his button-down shirt, but he breaks the kiss.

  “Remove your clothes,” he orders me.

  Usually I’m not a take orders kind of girl, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m all in. I want this man to own every part of my body.

  He walks away from me, and I miss the warmth of his body so close to mine. While I lose my dress, bra, and panties, he reaches into his suitcase, producing a red silk tie in his hands.

  “Are you going to tie me up?” I ask.

  “Something like that.” He steps behind me, positioning the tie over my eyes, and securing it in place before leading me over to the bed. I’m completely nude for him, and it doesn’t take long for my self-conscious factor kicks in.

  I cover my body with my arms.

  “Don’t do that.”

  My arms refuse to move. Then I feel his hands on mine.

  “Let me see all of you.”

  I take a deep breath, remembering this trip is about trying new things, and I drop my arms, thankful I can’t see him staring at me. But, I can feel his eyes burning everywhere.

  “Your body is a work of art,” he murmurs as he lies me on my back on the bed.

  The sound of him rustling in his suitcase again has me leaning up on my elbows.

  “Are you regretting this yet?” he asks before tying my hands above my head with another silk tie.

  “No,” I answer.

  “I promise you’ll love everything I do to you tonight. Just let go.”

  I blow out another deep breath, and nod. “Ok.” Without a visual, my sense of sound is heightened and his zipper going down is unmistakable.

  My nipples harden just knowing his eyes are on me.

  The bed dips, and my heart rate accelerates, pumping adrenaline through my veins. My skin tingles waiting for the unknown. I’ve never done anything like this before in my whole life. But I want it.

  He teases his hands over my thighs, stomach, breasts, everywhere and anywhere that is not my vagina.

  “Please,” I beg him.

  “I’ll touch you when I’m ready.”

  I thrust my hips up, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure building inside me. It’s no use.

  I’m at his complete mercy, soaking wet, and my ears are on full alert, listening to each and every sound. The bed dips again and I can’t make out the noise. “What are you doing?”

  “I promise, you’re going to love this.”

  And then I feel a sensation against my ankle that makes me jump.

  * * *

  Mason

  * * *

  You’d think I had a knife the way she jerked her leg back. Goosebumps erupt along her skin as I drag a cube of ice up her leg and lick the trail of moisture it leaves behind.

  “Ice,” she guesses correctly. “It’s so cold.”

  I pop it in my mouth and tease her clit with my tongue. She bucks her hips, and I lap her wetness before moving up to kiss her lips, hard and long, feeling every part of her succumb to me.

  She deepens the kiss, her body so responsive to my every touch.

  “Good girls get rewarded.” I trail my fingers down the smooth skin of her cheek, chin, and then neck. “Do you want your reward?”

  She nods and I untie her hands from the headboard and remove the blindfold so I can see into her soft brown eyes.

  And then I kiss her again, moving her to straddle my lap. My cock is iron, ready to fuck her until she can’t remember her name.

  She sinks down on my dick, rocking her hips just a bit until she’s settled and I’m fully seated inside her.

  I don’t move. I barely even breathe as her gaze looks down where we’re joined, then travels across my abs, up my body and landing on my eyes. Fuck.

  “Take what you want,” I tell her, letting her be as greedy as she needs to be.

  She moves back and forth against me, riding my cock at a slow speed at first. It’s hot as hell the way the soft globes of her tits, with their rose colored nipples, bounce as she picks up her pace. Her head falls back, exposing her neck to me, and I watch her pulse thump underneath her skin before wrapping my fingers around her throat and squeezing just enough to bring her eyes to mine.

  “You’re so sexy.”

  Loosening my grip, I kiss where my fingers were, roaming her neck with my tongue, tracing a path down her throat.

  “You make me lose control,” I tell her when my body can barely hold back my orgasm from exploding.

  She slows her pace, torturing me, damn near killing me with her tempting body. Her soft curves. Her angelic face. I’m so close to coming.

  I grab her hips, never pulling my dick out of her, flipping her onto her back, thrusting deep inside, rocking my cock in and out, making her cry out in pleasure.

  “That’s right. Take this cock like a good girl.”

  Her nails dig into the skin on my back, drawing blood most likely. Our lips connect, off and on, unable to stay together as we fuck like savage beasts.

  “Oh, god,” she cries out. “I’m coming.”

  I keep pounding, keep fucking her until I can barely see straight.

  She comes on my dick, and I lose myself completely. I come and come, and can’t stop coming.

  When I pull out of her, my whole body is spent from exertion. Spent from the madness of it all.

  “That was amazing,” she says, catching her breath.

  The moonlight streams in from the curtains, splashing light against her soft curves. I run my hand along her hip. “I don’t want to leave this place.”

  I kiss her shoulder. “Then let’s stay like this forever,” I say, meaning every damn word.

  * * *

  Kyla

  * * *

  Ever have a dream where you’re having the best time of your life? Well, for me that drea
m came true last night. This man. This gorgeous man gave me a night I will never forget.

  The morning sun brightens the room, exposing what I’m trying to hide from. Even though I’m not supposed to, I think about my life for a moment.

  I picture my house with its strong brick walls in a quaint family neighborhood. Every time the neighbors ask when Colin and I are starting our own family, the foundation cracks and erodes a little. They mean well, I’m sure, but it only points out that I’m the weak link.

  I think about my daily routine, and what I’d probably be doing right now if I were home. Most likely reading on my Kindle, and deciding what to do with the rest of my Sunday afternoon.

  Colin would probably be waking up just about now, tromping down the stairs, weary-eyed until he made himself a cup of black coffee.

  A tear trickles down my cheek. I miss what we once had before failure bred heartache. I miss his familiarity, before we became strangers. I miss the smell of home. Everything will be so different when I return. It almost makes me want to never go back. To never face the music.

  But, that’s not the real world. The real world isn’t this paradise. The real world is harsh.

  I gently throw back the comforter, crawl out of bed, and pad my way to the bathroom.

  Mason sleeps like a log, still passed out from the night before, with the sheet draped just barely over his toned ass. I’m half-tempted to crawl into bed with him, repeat last night all over again, but instead I take a shower, letting my tears mix in with the water.

  When I finish, I slip on a robe and walk out of the bathroom to face a now awake Mason, in black athletic shorts and T-shirt, brewing a cup of coffee in the in-room coffee maker.

  “Good morning,” he says as the beans fill the room with their stout aroma.

  “Hi.”

  “Did you want to take a walk with me along the shore?” He kisses the spot just below my ear.

  It’s one of those spots, you know the kind, that makes me forget about getting dressed, or long walks. I nod and ‘mmm’ back to him.