I slide my hand slowly down my body, never taking my eyes off of him. When I reach the tiny scrap of nude satiny material, I slide my hand underneath. The moment my fingers move over my swollen clit, I moan. I start to rub it, moaning as he watches me, but then he’s grabbing my wrist. Marshall tsks, “I didn’t say to play with yourself.”
He pulls my fingers from my panties, and they’re coated in my arousal. I watch as he brings them to his lips, and begins licking them clean. His moan makes my clit pulse and my pussy clench.
“I need another taste,” he says before dipping his head between my legs, pulling my panties aside, and licking my pussy better than I’ve ever had before. Marshall grabs my panties by the sides and pulls until they rip.
Just when I thought it couldn’t be any better, he does this thing with his tongue that has my eyes rolling back in my head. I’m embarrassingly wet, but I don’t care. He holds my nether lips open and continues his assault until I grip his head, crying out. I’m so close to the edge and just as his thumb grazes my clit—I explode.
“Oh god, oh god, it’s so good,” I moan while grinding my hips against his face. When he brings me down slowly, I sink into the mattress. He kisses up my stomach, stopping to suck both nipples into his hot, wet mouth. Marshall makes his way the rest of the way up until we’re face to face.
I reach in between us, unbuckling his belt, and unbuttoning his slacks. Shoving my hand down his pants I come in contact with the largest dick I’ve ever touched. It jerks in my grip, and I smile up at Marshall seconds before his lips are on mine.
He tastes like me, and I suck his tongue into my mouth. I feel him drop something by my head. Marshall climbs quickly off the bed, sliding his pants off. The moment he slides his boxer briefs down I get a really good look at his cock. It’s long, with the perfect thickness, and points straight up.
Stalking me like prey, Marshall gets back on the bed, climbing between my legs. “You take my breath away,” he whispers against my lips. As he kisses me, I feel him rub the tip of his cock against my wetness. He positions himself at my opening and eases himself inside of me.
I moan into his mouth as he pulls almost all the way out until just the tip is inside, and then thrusts back in to the hilt. My back arches off of the bed and I pull my mouth from his to cry out. Marshall is so deep inside me my body does a full shiver. Fuck, he feels amazing, or so I thought until he begins to move.
He rolls his hips, so every time he thrusts inside me he hits my g-spot. Marshall spreads my thighs, opening me more to him, and with each thrust, there’s that tiny bite of pain. It feels heavenly.
Marshall’s lips touch my ear. “Are you going to come for me?” When he says come he gives a deep hard thrust. “Are you going to come all over my cock?” I can only whimper and nod.
He leans down and kisses me as he begins to pound into me. My orgasm is right there, and it scares me because the buildup feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
He reaches between us and rubs my clit until my head flies back and I scream in ecstasy. He grabs the headboard and begins to pound into me until he buries himself deep and comes hard.
“Let me get rid of this and I’ll be right back.” I whimper as he pulls out of me, and admire his naked backside as he walks into the bathroom.
When he returns a few minutes later he pulls me into his arms so we’re chest to chest. My fingers trace circles around his nipple, and I watch it harden right before my eyes. He grabs my wrist. “Are you trying to kill me?” I look up at him and smile. “I need at least a half hour before I can go again.”
I snuggle under his chin and sigh. A thought occurs to me, and I pull back. “I’m not a slut.” Way to be subtle, Lacey.
Marshall chuckles. “I don’t think you’re a slut. Maybe you think I’m a slut that preys on single women at exotic locations.”
“Hmm…that does make more sense.” He grabs me and starts tickling my sides until I’m squealing. “Okay, stop, stop, stop.”
Marshall smiles down at me, and I grab him by the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He rolls us until I’m on top of him. My legs straddling his stomach, I push up with my hands on his chest.
“I’m going snorkeling tomorrow, do you want to come with?” I don’t know where this boldness is coming from.
He reaches up, cupping my breasts. “You don’t mind me tagging along?”
“Not at all, it’ll be fun.” I moan when he pinches my nipples.
Marshall wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him. He kisses my forehead and gets me snuggled against him.
It isn’t long before sleep pulls me under.
Chapter Four
I finish braiding my hair as I catch myself thinking about this morning again. The first time I woke up it was to Marshall kissing my neck and playing with my nipples. He lifted my leg and fucked me nice and slow, and when I came it was like a gentle wave—a gentle wave? I shake my head, and throw my cover-up on over my little blue bikini with little rainbows all over it.
While I brush my teeth, I tingle remembering how it felt the second time we woke up, and after I sucked his cock, I climbed on him and impaled myself on his dick. That time was definitely not slow and sweet. He’d sat up and I wrapped my legs around him, moaning as he sucked my nipples. I think it was safe to say that he loved my boobs.
I came and then he flipped us so I was on all fours and he pounded into me until he came with a loud groan. After that, we cuddled until it was time to get ready. Now, as soon as I’m finished I’ll be heading to his room for breakfast before we head out.
I rinse and then use my mouthwash before slipping on my flip-flops. I grab my room key and stick it into my wristlet. After sticking my fedora on my head, I am out the door, and before I even reach Marshall’s bungalow, he’s opening his door.
“Hey, beautiful.” He grabs my hand, pulling me to him. “I ordered us breakfast and coffee.
“Mmmm…it smells wonderful, thank you.” I kiss the underside of his chin. He leads me to the deck where our breakfast is set up.
Marshall ordered us cheese omelets, toast, and fruit. I sit down across from him and smile at him before taking a huge bite of my omelet. “Oh, this is so good.”
“Good, I wasn’t sure what you liked, and I wanted to make sure we had time to eat, so I ordered ahead of time. Are you excited?” He bites into a piece of toast.
“I am, they said we’ll be able to feed manta rays. Have you snorkeled before?” I bite into a juicy strawberry, catching the juice before it dribbles down my chin.
“Yeah, in Mexico a long time ago. It was a lot of fun. Is your phone charged? They’ll have a waterproof bag for you to put it in and you can take pictures.” God, he’s handsome. I seriously could stare at him all day and all night.
“My phone’s all charged up.” I know I’m bouncing around in my seat like a child who has to go to the bathroom, but that’s how excited I am.
After we eat, the waitstaff comes and gets our dishes. We finish our coffee, and while he brushes his teeth, I pop a mint into my mouth. When Marshall comes out he comes toward me. “Baby, you’re practically vibrating with excitement.” He grabs me behind my neck, and pulls me to him, kissing my lips.
We walk hand in hand to the dock. I sit next to him, and there are five other people on the boat with us, ready to go to the lagoon. Marshall’s focus is completely on me, he doesn’t see the woman with bigger boobs than mine who is undressing him with her eyes.
When we reach our spot I slip my cover up off, and my flip-flops. I sit back down next to Marshall, and I feel him put his arm around my shoulder. He leans in until his lips touch my ear. “That bikini is giving me lots of bad thoughts.”
I shiver and feel my nipples harden. “You’re bad,” I whisper.
We turn our attention to our tour guide, and after telling us about what we’re going to be doing, the others start getting in the water. I hold out my phone and take a picture of Marshall and me w
hile we wait our turn. “Don’t post that on social media.” I’m taken aback by his gruffness. “Sorry, it’s because of my job,” he explains, and I can understand that.
“Okay, I wasn’t, I just wanted to make sure I had these memories.” I’m not much of a social media girl anyway—although, I do love Instagram. “Will you take a picture of me?”
He smiles and takes my phone. I pose in my bikini, life vest, and the rest of my snorkeling gear. Marshall asks another couple to take our picture before we get into the water. He wraps me in his arms, and I smile up at him.
After that the rest of our day is amazing. First, we swim while watching the mantas below. Marshall and I swim side by side while watching them. I take so many pictures of them. Next, we swim over to the coral garden. We watch tiny schools of fish swim around the vibrantly colored coral.
The guide takes us toward some anemones, where clownfish peek out from their tentacles. I’m in such awe of our surroundings I can hardly stand it. By the time we head back to the boat I’m exhausted and ready for a nap.
On the way back to the hotel I rest my head on Marshall’s shoulder. It scares me how comfortable I feel when he wraps his arm around my shoulders. I close my eyes and sigh when I feel his lips touch my forehead.
Back at the hotel, he helps me off the boat. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” He laces his fingers with mine.
Before I can answer a yawn slips past my lips. I cover my mouth and laugh. “Okay, obviously a nap first.” I look up at him. “Come take a nap with me?”
He gets a cocky grin on his face, but I shake my head. “Nap only, mister.”
“Okay, okay, nap only. How about this—I’ll drop you off at your place, go back to mine and shower. When I come back we’ll nap, and then have dinner?”
“That sounds great.” That’s exactly what we do.
I balance myself on top of Marshall with my hands on his stomach. Earlier when we lay out on the loungers on my deck, it wasn’t long before I was on his, and on top of him. I couldn’t stop kissing him because, let’s face it, he’s a phenomenal kisser. As soon as night fell things began to intensify.
It started with me sucking his cock, seeing it up close and personal had my pussy aching for him to fill me. He finally pulled me off of it, quickly donned a condom, and then poised me right over him before impaling me on his cock.
This brings us to now. My feet rest on the ground on either side of the lounger, allowing him to sink further inside me. He grabs my hip in one hand and covers my mouth with the other.
I throw my head back, moaning against his hand as I roll my hips, fucking him hard. I’m so wet right now that it’s getting all over his groin. “God, baby, you’re squeezing my dick is so hard right now. Give me your eyes.”
I look down at him as I reach up, squeezing my nipples as I start rolling my hips. The moment he reaches between us and rubs my clit I explode, grinding down on him as I ride wave after wave of pure bliss. Marshall sits up and begins sucking on my nipples as he comes. We rock together as we both come down from our climaxes. He’s still hard inside me so I hug him to my chest, resting my cheek on top of his head.
Neither of us speaks, we just stay lost in the moment. We only move when his cock finally softens inside me. Marshall helps me stand up and then takes the condom off. Back in the bungalow I crawl on top of the covers and feel him slide in behind me. He wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me until my back is snug against his front.
“I go home in three days.”
I stiffen and turn around until we’re face to face. “Really?” I can’t hide the disappointment in my voice. “That sucks.” Now, I’m pouting.
“That’s still two and half days of fun we can have.” He lifts my leg up over his hip. “A lot of fun and a whole lot of fucking,” Marshall punctuates his words by nipping at my lips.
He hugs me to his chest and in no time I fall asleep.
I hold Marshall tight as we fly across the water on our jet ski. This morning we’d decided to take a jet ski tour. Luckily they had room for us to join. We follow the guide toward Mount Otemanu, which is gorgeous. He tells us it’s what’s left of an old volcano.
Marshall takes my phone from me and holds it out to take our picture. I tuck it back into my life vest as we follow behind our tour guide to the next spot. After we’re done we get a ride back to the hotel. He takes me to his room, where I strip out of my little red bikini, teasing him until he’s carrying me into the bathroom.
We fuck in the shower against the wall, and it isn’t until we’re done that we both realize he didn’t use a condom, and I have the unfortunate task of telling him that I’m not on any birth control.
“The plan was for us to start trying for a baby right away. I’ve been off it for almost a month.” Marshall gets real quiet after that, leaving the bathroom while I’m still in it.
I wrap a towel around myself and step out into his room. I find the doors open to the deck, and him staring out into the horizon. In just a towel, I step outside and walk toward him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He doesn’t make a move to touch me, and says quietly, “I think it’s time for you to head back to your room.”
“Why, because you forgot a condom? That’s real nice. Don’t you think I’m freaked out too? I was supposed to marry someone else a week ago, but already I’m having feelings for another man. I know that makes me sound like a terrible person, but I can’t help how I feel.” My heart aches because he doesn’t say anything, not a single word.
“I’m going, but if I walk out that door, don’t think you can change your mind, because that’ll be it.” Marshall doesn’t move a muscle and doesn’t even look at me. “Right, well, have a nice life.
Chapter Five
I’ve been back from Bora Bora for six weeks, and I finally feel like my normal self, or at least the new normal. I’m settled into a kitschy little one bedroom apartment about twenty minutes from my parents. I’ve had some interviews, and will hopefully get hired at the Catholic school that’s two blocks from my house.
I sold Alex’s ring, and put that money into furnishing my place. He hasn’t called me since the message he left, but I don’t really care. By the time I came home from Bora Bora, I realized he did me a favor. I didn’t want to marry him any more than he wanted to marry me.
More than anything I missed Marshall even though he turned out to be an asshole. My hand goes to my stomach. I’d thought for sure I was pregnant—my period was a week late, and I’d had fantasies of sweet little girls and rambunctious baby boys, but again disappointment set in the morning I woke up and had gotten my period.
I would’ve been happy to raise my baby alone. I shake off those thoughts and pull into a spot down the street from my dad’s office. He’s been the company lawyer for On Top Advertising for the past year, and I haven’t been here yet.
I check myself in the rearview mirror, and I love my new hairstyle. I cut six inches off of it two weeks ago, and it now sits shoulder length. I figure, new life, new city, new look. After popping a piece of gum into my mouth, I climb out and straighten the black and white striped short-sleeved maxi dress.
I grab my purse and hurry across the street to the glass doors leading to the advertising agency. All I can do is stare in awe as I look around. It’s got a contemporary feel. I walk up to the security desk.
“Can I help you?”
“Um…yes, I’m here to see James Simmons. I’m his daughter, Lacey.” He looks at his computer screen, grabs a name tag, and hands me a Sharpie. I quickly scribble my name on the square sticker, pull it away from the paper, and slap it on my dress.
“Your father’s on the second floor. The elevators are just down the hall.”
I nod. “Thank you so much.” My sandals slap against the marble floors as I approach the elevators. The doors open and I step on. Pulling my phone out of my purse, I text Angela.
Lacey: Hey girl, I’m at my dad’s office now. I’ll be there in an hour.
Angela: Okay I’ll see you then.
The doors open and I step off. The offices are all glass, and they’re super chic. Ad posters hang on the wall, and I recognize some of them. There are a lot of alcohol ads, and some sports gear. I stop at the front desk, where a beautiful raven-haired woman sits behind it.
“May I help you?”
“I’m here to see my father, James Simmons.”
She smiles. “Yes, he said to expect you. Go on back. His office is to the left.”
I thank her and then head into the back. Soft music greets me from some overhead speakers. Most of the offices have people in them, they glance up, and then back to whatever it is they’re doing. I spot my dad’s office, and when I reach his doorway, I give a knock.
“There’s my girl. Come in, sweetheart.” My dad is tall and lean and doesn’t look a day over forty even though the man is fifty. I walk right into his arms, hugging him tightly. “How’s my girl?”
“Good, just waiting to hear from the private school to see if I’m hired. This place is great,” I say looking around.
“Yeah, Walker built a little empire here, and actually he just came back today after a business trip. Come, and I’ll introduce you.” I follow him to the huge office at the end of the hallway. Through the glass, I see a man on his phone with his back toward us.
He hangs up but his back is still to us. “Walker, sorry to bother you, but I have someone I want you to meet.”
The man turns toward us, and a weird buzzing starts in my ear. Memories assail me; memories of him fucking me, me fucking him, making love, but then his reaction to fucking me without a condom. Oh god, the man I let fuck me the day we met is my dad’s boss. My heart starts hammering in my chest, what do I do?
Marshall or Walker, whatever his name is, comes toward us, but doesn’t even act like he knows me. He reaches out his hand. “This must be Lacey. Hello, nice to meet you.”
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