He was a cool guy and I wondered if maybe he would be interested in getting to know me once we left the island.
As if reading my mind, he said, “I like you, Nina Charles. You’re different from most of the women in L.A. that I’ve known.”
“Really, how so?” I tried to act as if his words didn’t have an effect on me, but his opinion mattered to me more than I cared to admit.
“You’re charming in the most innocent way. You’re sweet. You don’t laugh at my jokes because you think I want you to. You laugh at them because you genuinely think I’m funny.”
“So I’m one of a million girls that actually find you humorous. Go figure.”
“These silly L.A. girls just don’t get me like you do,” he said playfully. He settled back and his expression grew serious. “So, how’d you sleep last night?”
I cleared my throat and said, “Fine. Why?” I could tell from the look in his eyes that the direction of the conversation was changing to a more intimate subject matter.
“I thought about you last night. If Jackson and his crew hadn’t come along when they had…”
“Nothing more would have happened,” I interrupted, blushing.
“You really believe that?”
I felt a familiar stirring between my legs and crossed one leg tightly over another. “We’re in public, let’s talk about something else.”
He reached under the table and stroked my leg lightly.
“No one’s around but us,” he said. He continued to stroke my outer thigh. His hand felt warm and I wanted to spread my legs and let his hand explore other areas. I resisted and slapped at his hand.
“Control yourself.”
He sighed and pulled his hand back. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not going to make any promises.” He leaned towards me and whispered softly, “I want you and I know you want me too. It’s going to happen between us… it’s just a matter of when and where.”
He got up then and went to talk to the rest of his brother’s crew. I needed a cold shower. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the next few hours, let alone the next few days without thinking about his words and how they rocked me to my very core.
*
I spent the next few days avoiding spending any time alone with Griffin. I was afraid that just a few minutes alone with him would end with me in a very compromising position. Thankfully, we didn’t have another solo activity until the massage therapists arrived on the island.
Each guest and entertainment specialist was paired up in their own little tent just off the shore. Griffin lay on a table a few feet away from me and after the masseuse left, we continued to lie there looking out at the waves.
I heard Griffin stand up and told myself not to turn around, but I peeked and saw his naked, perfect backside before he slid on his robe. I turned around quickly and pretended to be looking out over the water, but the view of Griffin’s backside rivaled the view in front of me.
“We should get going,” I said at last, not really meaning it. “I’m sure they’re waiting for us.” I sat up on the table and absent-mindedly made sure my robe was still tied.
Griffin stopped in front of me. I sat there facing him, knowing that my resolve was slowly fading away. I could see the evidence of his desire clearly pressing against his robe, and I could feel the evidence of my desire starting off as a dull ache between my legs.
“They can wait,” he said reaching towards me and unknotting the robe I had surreptitiously slipped into once the masseuse exited the tent.
He pushed it down my shoulders and I shrugged it off, not bothering to pretend anymore. He was right. It was going to happen between us eventually, no matter what. And it was happening now.
I hadn’t bothered to put my bra back on after the masseuse left. My breasts were exposed and Griffin slowly brought them into his hands, cupping them. He brushed my nipples with his thumbs and I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his warm hands against my breasts, touching my nipples, making me moan.
“Shhh…” he said, kissing me hard to silence me. “We don’t want to get caught.”
He grabbed my hand and we sneaked around the other tents. My heart was racing in anticipation. We made our way up a staircase that I didn’t even know existed. It led to what I guessed was the other wing of the resort.
“Just up these stairs,” he said.
As I went up, I could feel his hand sliding up my leg. I immediately paused and turned around.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it to the room… I want you now, Griffin,” I said, not caring if we got caught screwing like a pair of horny teenagers on the stairs.
“There’s a supply closet off the kitchen,” he said as he turned me back around and pressed against me. I could feel his erection against my butt and I shifted against it, teasing him.
“Stop teasing me or I’ll take you right here, right now on these stairs.”
I pressed my butt up against his penis again and he promptly slid a hand between my legs when we heard voices echoing in the staircase.
“Supply closet it is,” he said simply, moving his hand away from my warmth. My heart was beating and I felt an overwhelming sense of urgency as if I had to have him inside me, right there and then. I felt like waiting would make me explode.
“Right here,” he said, as I accidentally passed the closet by. I backtracked quickly and went in. He followed me inside and closed the door securely behind us. I dropped the robe and he dropped his. He backed me up against a wall and then easily picked me up and wrapped my legs around his hips. My legs were open just enough for him to enter me and he did so without hesitating. He slid into my wetness easily, filling me with one single smooth motion.
I groaned as he began to pound into me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Each of his thrusts into my wetness made me gasp and my back hit against the wall as he pushed in and out of me.
I wanted him deeper though, and I pushed against him in frustration, not yet feeling bold enough to tell him what I wanted.
“You want me to stop?” he asked confused, panting, searching my face with his eyes.
“No… don’t stop.” And so he didn’t as he pushed in and out of me.
I came hard, quick, gasping for breath. My legs quivered around his hips, but as he was close to coming he abruptly pulled out.
“Why’d you stop?” I demanded.
“Condom… I forgot about a condom…”
In the sexual haze, I’d forgotten all about protection.
“In your room?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t plan to get laid on this trip.”
I groaned and he helped me put my robe back on. He pressed his room key into my hand. “I have a private suite off the resort. Stop by tonight, I’m sure I can raid one of the guys’ rooms for a condom.”
“Ok. What time?”
“Midnight. How does that sound?”
“Too long to wait.”
He laughed. “Get out of here before I ruin your reputation.”
He swatted me on the butt and I made my way out of the supply closet looking left then right, hoping that no one spotted me.
Chapter 4
That evening was so hard to get through. I dressed carefully in another white dress they’d given me, but I decided to forego a bra. I let my hair down so it spilled across my shoulders and I applied a light shade of lipstick.
I wanted him so bad, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
I didn’t know how the food tasted. I barely gave any answers to any questions. I was so aware of him. I remembered the feel of him inside me. God, how I wanted him.
Finally, when midnight came around, I entered his suite and saw him sitting on the bed waiting for me. He was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His perfect abs seemed to tempt my eyes lower and lower. As he came closer to me, I noticed how beautiful his legs were. He had strong muscular legs, perfectly proportional to the rest of his muscular, hard body.
He slid h
is hands up my arms. Just the feeling of his hands made me shake even though his touch wasn’t provocative at all.
I couldn’t say the same for his look, as he slid his hands under the spaghetti straps of my dress and watched the dress pool around my ankles.
He took a step back, allowing me room to step out of it.
He stared at me, not touching me at first, and then slowly he took my hand to lead me to his bed and lie me down. He took that moment to step out of his briefs. He was hard, ready for me.
He parted my thighs with a hand and trailed a finger across my sex. My hips rocked upwards to meet his fingers. He put his head between my legs and began to lick me through the fabric of my panties that were already starting to grow wet at his attention.
He pushed my panties to the side and began to slide one finger at a time in and out of me. I spread my legs wider and began to pant, unable to catch my breath.
“Griffin…” I moaned.
He stopped abruptly to slowly pull my panties down my legs before tossing them to the floor.
He finally reached for a condom and I parted my legs wide, looking up at him in anticipation as I watched him sheath himself.
To my surprise, he didn’t push into me. Instead he buried his head between my legs again and lazily traced circles around my clit. I screamed this time. I couldn’t control it. The pleasure was too great.
He attempted to shush me again, but I was beyond reason. I didn’t care who heard me as I moaned over and over again.
He stopped and picked me up around my waist, and we swapped places. I found myself on top of him while he lay underneath me. I thought he wanted me to ride him, so I moved to mount him when he pulled me further up, past his pelvic bone, across his chest, until my legs were on either side of his face.
I didn’t understand what he wanted until he lowered my hips so they were just above his face and started to lick me.
I planted my hands against the headboard. My thighs quivered as he ate me out. He was relentless, taking what he wanted, using his hand to penetrate me while allowing his mouth and tongue to lick and suck.
I rode his face, gasping. Finally, I let go of the headboard as he anchored my hips and I began to play with my nipples. I pretended my hands were his hands. And shortly after, I came hard, covering Griffin’s lips with my wetness.
As I anchored my hands against the headboard, coming down from my orgasm, I realized that Griffin was watching my face while touching himself. He was stroking his manhood up and down and I wanted him inside me so bad.
I climbed off him and he looked puzzled. “Don’t want to be on top?”
I shook my head and got on all fours in front of him.
“What a beautiful ass,” he said, before I felt him getting up behind me.
I stretched my hands out in front of my body and placed my breasts against the mattress. My hips were up in the sky and I could feel his dick pressing against my behind. He teased me again, tracing my outer lips with his dick while rubbing my clit.
“Put it in…” I moaned.
“Shhh…”
“Put it in, please, Griffin…”
“As you wish,” he said softly, as his hands came up to either side of my behind and I could feel him opening me a little more as he slid slowly, inch by inch, into me.
I felt my insides stretching, adjusting to his welcomed invasion. I was gasping, breathing heavily, ready to come again when he stopped taking his time and pushed into me.
“Griffin!” I screamed over and over. I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t care who heard us.
“Deeper?”
“Yes,” God, yes.
“Faster?”
“Please.”
I gasped as he began to pound into me again. His thrusts were pushing me forward and I grabbed the foot of the bed, trying to steady myself.
As I did, he pulled out slowly, leaving only the tip of his dick as he pushed back into me.
“How’s that feel?” he asked between breaths.
Amazing, I wanted to say, but I was too gripped by pleasure to talk. He stretched me, filled me, and my sex embraced him like he was the answer to all my problems.
I grew wetter and wetter as he thrust into me, changing the depth and rhythm of his thrusts periodically. I had thought the experience in the closet had been mind-blowing, but what he was doing to me at that moment rendered me unable to think. I could only feel and what I felt was his warm thickness moving in and out of me. The pace was almost hypnotic. I wanted even more of him even though he was already inside of me.
I pushed my hips back against him and I heard him moan. I did it again and was rewarded by another moan.
“You’re going to make me come,” he gasped.
“Good,” I managed to breathe.
He grabbed my hips then and quickened his pace. He was so deep inside of me that just another fraction of an inch would have hurt.
I knew I was about to come again as he pulled out and my walls tightened around him, making his entry and exit difficult. I was massaging his dick with my pussy and apparently he liked it.
“Fuck me harder,” I said to him, surprising myself.
But he didn’t question me. He did what I asked, riding me hard, pushing in deep. When I came, he came too, with a hoarse shout that was my name.
I slumped forward in the afterglow of orgasm, moaning a little as my sex clenched and unclenched around Griffin’s length.
Instead of collapsing next to me, he picked me up and placed my head on a pillow and lay next to me. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and I settled into a deep sleep. The only thing on my mind was the perfect man lying next to me.
*
I don’t know how long I slept but when I woke up I realized the sun was up. I was a little embarrassed for sleeping too long.
“You should have woken me up,” I said to Griffin as I turned over, except Griffin wasn’t there.
I sat up and looked around. His bedroom looked very different in the light. In the dark, I didn’t know how beautiful it was. In the light, the opulence was painfully noticeable. I’d thought my room had been impressive, but it might as well have been a cheap room in a motel in comparison to Griffin’s.
I wondered not for the first time how much this island cost for the week.
But I pushed those thoughts aside as I put my clothes back on and looked for Griffin. I expected to see him in the opulent bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found.
I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew it had to be around seven given where the sun was.
I slowly opened the door and let myself out of his room, only to run right smack into someone’s chest.
That someone was Jackson.
“Hey, Nina…” He looked a little nervous.
“Hi, Jack, have you seen your brother?” I didn’t see the point in pretending that I hadn’t spent the night with him.
Jack looked ready to bolt and my stomach dropped. Why would Jack be afraid to talk to me?
I gulped. “Let me guess, he’s no longer on the island and he sent you here to do his dirty work.”
Jackson ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Nina. I know this looks bad, but—”
I was tearing up and I struggled to maintain control of my voice. “It’s ok. It’s not your fault. I think I’ll be leaving too. Do you know who I can talk to?”
Jack looked ashamed. “It’s all been arranged. Gertrude already knows and made arrangements for you. But it’s not what you think—”
“Don’t cover for him, Jackson. It’s exactly how it looks.” I wanted to get as far away from Jackson as I could. I needed to remove myself from the situation. I was hurting. How could Griffin do this to me?
“He had an emergency come up…”
“It’s ok, you don’t have to lie for him, Jackson.”
“It’s not a lie, my brother’s not a liar,” Jackson said, more to himself than to me.
I was done listening and walked off. Jackson followed behind me.
“Nina, I know this looks bad, but my brother genuinely likes you. I’m sure he’ll make this up to you.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said pitifully, wiping at my eyes. To my chagrin, the staff seemed to be interested in the public scene unfolding in front of them.
“Look, he told me to give you his card,” he said with a hint of desperation. I guess Jackson was a genuine guy… unlike his brother. I took the card out of his hand and ripped it up. I was enraged.
He watched, open-mouthed, and then tried to stop me. He froze when I glared at him and took a step back.
“I’m leaving. Now. Give your brother my regards, wherever he may be.”
And with that I stomped off. I kept my bravado up to the point when I reached my room. It was then that I allowed myself to breakdown. I was just happy I’d kept it together that long.
I hadn’t been with many men and I certainly didn’t jump into bed with just anyone. I’d thought Griffin was special, but apparently he was a piece of crap. I’d let the romance of the island and the circumstances of how we met cloud my judgment.
I wanted to go home. And I didn’t just mean Kenny’s apartment. I meant Georgia. I wanted to get as far as possible from Griffin and the reminder of how Griffin had walked away and left me like I was some sort of cheap whore.
At that moment, I looked in the mirror and saw the dress that before looked alluring, now suddenly looked slutty. I flung it off and put on my own clothes.
I grabbed my bag with my meager belongings and walked out the door. I didn’t have a plan other than to wait at the pier until the yacht came for me. Someone would come for me eventually. The girls and the other guys were gathered around having a laugh about something and they were caught off guard as I went stomping through their group not bothering to say a word.
“What’s up with her?” I heard one of them say. I was sure my exit would give them tons of juicy gossip while they remained on the island. And I didn’t really care. I had to get out of there.
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