Devin and the Playboy

by Kastil Eavenshade

  “All the same. I won’t have the honeymoon ruined by a sprained ankle. I’m sure you’re looking forward to tonight’s activities.” His hand slipped to the small of her back.

  Devin, despite her lack of inhibitions in the bedroom, blushed. “Plan on watching, Stephan?”

  He flashed that devilish grin. “Only if you want me to. It wouldn’t be the first time Jack had me in his bedroom.” He took the sandals from the driver and bent down.

  She silently thanked Jack for giving her some slacks to wear. Her body was reminding her how long it had been since she had gratified its most base need. Stephan slipped off each heel and replaced it with a jeweled pair of sandals. They perfectly matched her outfit.

  “I don’t know who’s the better women’s shopper—you or Jack.”

  “I think it might be a rivalry if you posed that question in his presence.” Stephan stood and offered the crook of his arm. She took it.

  The pathway was all she hoped and more. Beautiful red blossoms cascaded from a network of trellises to shield her from the sun. Sunlight streamed through in tiny beams, illuminating the sand, and round marble stepping stones dotted off the main path.

  “This place is amazing.” She only wished she could enjoy it with Jack at her side. “So where’s my husband off to that I’m being escorted by you?”

  “Business, unfortunately. He promised me that this would be the only distraction.”

  “You don’t seem convinced.”

  “I know Jack too well.” Stephan turned her down another walkway, right into the newly planted garden. Jack hadn’t been boasting about the bird of paradise. Raised beds held more than she thought possible. She left his side to admire them.

  “Can I bring some inside?” She lifted one with her finger.

  “That is what this place is for. Would you like me to cut some for you?”

  “Maybe later. In the bedroom perhaps?” She smiled.

  “Really looking forward to it, aren’t you?”

  “Wouldn’t you?” She walked around the small garden. “I mean, if you were me.”

  “That’s a loaded question.” Stephan put his hands in his pockets.

  “Tell me, Stephan. When do you have time for yourself?” She walked back to him and adjusted his lapel. With him hovering over Jack at what seemed every waking moment, she’d never get the chance to finally show Jack her special bedroom skills in other areas beyond the bed.

  “Like you, I signed a contract.” Stephan shrugged. “If I ever find someone, my job would be terminated. So, you’ll forgive me if I wait for someone who suits my tastes.”

  “Perfection doesn’t exist.” She smoothed her hands down his suit jacket. “You even have to train me, according to my contract.”

  “Yes, I do.” He took her hands in his. “But you’re a fast learner, Devin. You’ll catch on fine. Shall I show you the rest of the grounds?”

  She bit her lip, hedging on whether to prod Stephan more on what he wanted in a woman. “I think I’ll explore on my own for a bit. When is dinner?”

  “When Jack returns. Until then, I can prepare a light snack if you wish.”

  She nodded and continued down another path. Thoughts of how it would feel for Jack to be towering over her in that small forest of flowers rattled her brain. Tonight couldn’t come any sooner for her. She longed to test the limits of the infamous Jack Monterey in the bedroom. She planned to have him sleep in blissfully after their lovemaking.

  Chapter Five

  Stephan watched her disappear. The slight sway of her hips tempted him to follow behind in guise of protecting her. That excuse would only work if Jack didn’t inform her that the small estate was well-guarded along the perimeter. A part of him realized that his employer didn’t deserve Devin. A woman used to her past profession would have a sexual appetite that Jack couldn’t keep up with, especially with his business. How closely would she guard herself when neglected? His own voraciousness when it came to bed activities could compete steadily with her needs. He closed his mind to the thoughts and to his duties. Devin deserved a good fucking for all the teasing she did to him whether consciously or not, but his employer wouldn’t take kindly to him coveting his prized bride.

  There was still the matter of telling her that the only thing separating their sleeping quarters was a shared bathroom. Hardly honeymoon material, but Jack didn’t want to chance the main house or another location. Only the bungalow was safe against anything that could expose him to scandal. The lush gardens hid the skies around, leaving the beach the lone open area. Jack preferred to keep his activities inside the house for that reason. With Devin in the picture, it would take all Stephan had to do to prevent a whirlwind of damage control. His dick falling out of his trousers and accidentally testing the limits of her pussy would definitely be a headline that would ruin them both.

  Stephan never thought that keeping the vast part of empire Jack had would be so important that he’d marry. Jack never seemed to care when his sister casually mentioned about switching their assets around. Jack did prefer the European venture over the States. While a scandal would still make headlines in New York, those in France would not bat an eye. In a way, it was an ideal setting. Sibling rivalry squashed any hope of Jack being free to bed who he wished. If it wasn’t for the charity work, none of this would have been necessary.

  “Thank you, Ina Monterey-Davis, for making my life more difficult.” Stephan strode down the path leading to his private entrance. A nice swim in the ocean would ease some of the stress creeping up in his shoulders. His belongings were already arranged as he liked. Unlike the commercial airlines, having a private means to travel meant no lost luggage ever. He stripped down and donned a pair of colorful swimming trunks. If it weren’t for Devin, he’d swim in the nude.

  The sun stood around the two o’clock position as he walked toward the water. Cool blue water gently lapped at the sand as he approached. He could see far out in the untainted waters. Not wanting to waste any more time in case Jack returned earlier, Stephan took off in a run into the water. As soon as the water reached waist high, he dove in. He pumped his arms to get out to the middle of the small inlet. A sunning dock floated with two chairs. He climbed the ladder and glanced back to shore. He saw no sign of Devin. He stripped off his trunks and placed them on the back of one of the chairs. Just as his room had been, the dock was fully stocked with towels and sunblock. He applied a liberal coat, remembering the first time Jack had brought him here. He’d burned in the most sensitive places.

  He stretched out in the chair and closed his eyes. His mind lingered on the preparations for tonight. After dinner, he’d instruct Devin on how Jack preferred the room to be when they tangled in the sheets. The first thing was the lights. Jack wanted the room completely dark. For every lover he’d had since Stephan was in his employ, that had been a must. For a supposed playboy, he was deathly shy of his body. Something Stephan understood. Both worked out considerably to keep themselves in great shape.

  Stephan wondered if Devin would spell the end of his extensive duties to Jack. Trips like this one, beyond the honeymoon, would surely come to an end unless Jack needed him for the business end. Of course, his whole duties could comprise of being Devin’s personal guardian too. How long until Jack completely forgot about being married? What if Stephan acted on the temptation she’d pose then? His cock reminded him of its recent neglect with all the plans with the wedding.

  “So happy to see you too, Stephan. That thing have a mind of its own? All we need is an alleged banana to recreate the park incident.”

  His eyes sprang open and he tumbled out of the chair. He covered his nearly hard cock with his hands.

  Devin chuckled, twirling his trunks on her finger. To his dismay, and his dick’s delight, she was void of a top to her string bikini. The problem with his crotch grew.

  “Missing something?” As he grabbed for them, she jerked them away. “Oh no, I’m quite enjoying the show.”

  “Really?” He fak
ed going for the trunks again only to jerk the strings of her bikini and rip it off her. “I call us even now.”

  She squealed and covered her bottom half with his trunks. “You don’t play fair.”

  “You’re one to talk, Devin.” He got to his feet. “Want to trade?”

  She snorted and looked out to the water. Except for her lower extremities, she made no effort to cover herself. Her perk nipples darkened, a sure sign to Stephan she was getting aroused by their game. He couldn’t allow her to break her contract before the honeymoon even began.

  “May I remind you who you married?” He watched her body stiffen and her cheeks flushed.

  “I’m sorry.” She tossed his trunks to him and he responded by giving back hers. “Old habits die hard.”

  Stephan put his trunks back on and retrieved a towel. He wrapped her shoulders with it. “It’s just something we both have to get used to.” Like remembering she can swim all the way out here without making too much noise.

  “This place is beautiful.” She sat on the other chair.

  “Just one of the vacation villas Jack owns.” He reclaimed his chair. “Shall we discuss what you should expect tonight?”

  She nodded. “Thank you for setting me straight, Stephan. This is all so new to me and I really don’t want to go back to my former life.”

  “You have no other skills to fall back on?”

  She laughed. “After making the money I used to? I don’t think there’s another job out there that could give me that. Manhattan’s an expensive place to live and being a cashier on Fifth Avenue won’t cut it.”

  He gazed at her profile as she stared out at the water, wondering how many men she’d serviced in her career. He kept that question to himself. She might have chosen the profession but it didn’t mean it was open season. He’d already felt the bite of voicing anything on the subject. “I’ll make this as painless as I can,” he said before listing out what she needed to know. To her credit, she took it quite well.

  Chapter Six

  Devin paced her bedroom. The flowing nightgown left nothing to the imagination. Sheer white fabric, something she laughed about when Jack showed her, wrapped around her loosely. Her husband had gone into the bathroom to prepare for the night and despite her years of experience, she felt as nervous as the first time. Jack poked his head out of the bathroom.

  “Be a dear and turn out the lights? I’ll join you shortly.” He winked.

  “Right. Lights.” She ran around, flicking off the switches. She’d nearly forgotten that one instruction from Stephan. In the morning, she’d grill him on other facets of Jack’s behaviors. If she played the night as planned, Jack would sleep in very late. She crawled into the center of the bed and waited. Jack preferred to start in missionary, per Stephan. From there, it was anyone’s guess. He controlled her for the night and she’d gladly give him the privilege.

  Every muscle in her body stiffened as the bathroom door clicked open. In the little bit of moonlight seeping through the dark curtains, she saw her husband reach the edge of the bed. She jumped as his hand caressed her foot, gliding up to the ankle. Slowly, he parted her legs. Inch by inch, he explored her flesh. His lips kissed and his tongue tasted. Tremors of anticipation pulsed through her.

  The sheer fabric near her apex shifted up and she gasped as his tongue stroked her labia. As if testing her boundaries, he parted her lips before kissing her sensitive nub. She panted, awash with the eagerness she’d had for this one moment since she first met Jack. His hands wrapped around her thighs and his tentative exploration disappeared.

  She cried out as he buried his face in her pussy. No client had ever taken the time for her needs and she certainly was well-versed in bringing herself to orgasm with toys and her fingers. What Jack did went far beyond her skills. He suckled and tugged on her clit before darting his tongue in her wet sex. He was a ravenous animal feasting. She buckled against his hunger, riding her first orgasm. Moisture exploded, only encouraging him. She tried to squirm from his grasp, wave after wave engulfing her, but he held tight to her thighs. His fingers teased her opening, enticing another orgasm before thrusting into her. She cried out his name.

  Guttural growls followed the increased pace of his fingers sliding deep within her. His shadowed frame rose like a hunter stalking his prey before the weight of his body crashed down on her. His mouth sought hers, the musky taste of her sex heavy on his lips. As she trembled, he towered over her in the darkness. The moon only hinted at his form. The hardness of his cock pressed against her opening and she wiggled against it, her need near torment. His burning kiss trailed down her neck as his hand tore at the fabric covering her breasts. He pinched her tightening areolas. His mouth sucked one, his teeth biting down. Her hips moved with a mind of their own as he teased each nipple. For a man who had never had sex with her, he touched her flesh with familiar ease. His hands plied her breasts with rough urgency. She writhed beneath him, her pussy throbbing. His shaft rubbed against her clit and a strangled cry escaped her lips. It strengthened as Jack impaled his cock into her. Wet and willing, her pussy molded around his girth.

  She matched his furious pace, wanting to enjoy his climax inside her. His breathing staggered, moans of pleasure murmuring softly from his lips. Again, she floated up and shivered in another orgasm. Tiny pinpricks raced down her skin and he withdrew. His body towered over her, straddling her chest. The heady scent of her pussy reached her nose as his rigid cock pushed against her lips. Her mouth opened wide. Deeper, his shaft traveled to the back of her throat. She sought his balls, slick with her essence, and massaged. Her other hand caressed his ass. She lightly touched his puckered hole, and he surged forward. The motion nearly gagged her but a tug on his sac calmed his speed. Her tongue swirled along his shaft as she commanded his attention. Again she tapped his asshole. It tightened to her seductive exploration. The tang of her juices increased her pace on his shaft. He stilled above her, allowing her one moment of control. With one light thrust, she penetrated his backside.

  Jack screamed in guttural bliss. His semen gushed into her throat and Devin swallowed the salty-sweet mixture. He withdrew but didn’t collapse beside her. To her surprise, he pulled her upright and tore the rest of the gown off her. His lips devoured her neck as his hands took hold of her deliciously sore breasts.

  His reputation wasn’t a lie, she realized to her delight. He might not be the only one sleeping in the next day, she thought as he slipped his fingers down to her tender clit. The sheets suffered another onslaught of her gushing pussy. She barely recovered from his manipulating digits when he buried his cock inside again.

  Her screams of pleasure pierced the night. She begged for more and Jack gave his all to her. All those dates that never ended with him riding her were a distant memory. His hands possessed her, his cock branded her. No one else would compare to Jack Monterey.

  Chapter Seven

  Stephan sighed as he exited the shower. So far, the honeymoon had gone as Jack intended. Devin’s screams of pleasure attested to that. As a woman used to faking it for the clientele she served, even Stephan could tell her cries were not for Jack’s benefit. She thoroughly enjoyed the nightly activities several times. She’d sleep in for sure.

  He toweled dry, ready for bed himself. Opening the door to his side of the bungalow, Stephan stopped as he spotted a near-naked man in his bed. The only thing he wore was a caped crusader cowl. Stephan took the time to peruse the chiseled physique.

  “I didn’t think I’d see you tonight, all things considered.” He thumbed back toward the other side of the bungalow. His visitor shrugged and grinned. He shook a bottle of lube. Stephan turned back to the bathroom and locked the door to prevent anyone from entering his room.

  “That costume is cheating.” Stephan wagged his finger but his guest responded by giving his own cock a gentle tug. A sucker for comic book heroes, he couldn’t resist the lure of his guest. Far from their first meeting, Stephan could try to strike up a conversation all he wante
d, but his guest would never answer. That wasn’t his purpose in these late-night visits. Stephan palmed his cock. Already it stiffened. His lover lay back and Stephan smoothed his hands up the inner thighs to the base of his cock. A low rumble of anticipation vibrated from his lover’s chest and grew as Stephan flicked his tongue out.

  “Fine time for a visit with what I’ve had to deal with these past few weeks.” He caressed his guest’s balls as he lifted his chin. Stephan loved the lust deep within the dark eyes. He’d had many lovers while in the service of Mr. Monterey, but the one man who breached the security with ease thrilled him like no other. He commanded everything that happened in his bed. With a tug on his lover’s sac, he slid the shaft past his lips to the back of his throat. The smooth skin glided perfectly through his firm lips and his tongue slithered along the base to the tip as he fucked his lover with his mouth.

  Stephan grinned as his partner pounded his fist into the downy pillows. A scream surely wanted to break free but with someone just beyond the walls, he wouldn’t dare. Stephan sat up and straddled him. Gripping both cocks, he brought them together and stroked. His lips crashed into his lover’s, rough and demanding. His tongue invaded and commanded his partner to yield to all his desires. Stephan backed off, panting. His hand continued the manipulation of their shafts.

  “You’re going to fuck me tonight, for a change,” Stephan whispered hoarsely. “It’s about time I’m the one who gets fucked around here.” While he dictated most of their lovemaking, he never said no when his lover opened his ass wide. Stephan released his stranglehold on their members. “Fuck me like you mean it.” He rolled over onto his stomach and his bedmate wasted no time kneeling behind him. He grasped Stephan’s hips, forcing his ass high. A liberal amount of lube trickled down his crack and two fingers nudged his ass.

  Stephan buried his head in the pillow, his hips rocking against the prodding fingers. When his lover placed the tip of his cock to the entrance, Stephan reached his hand back to spread one cheek wide. “Fuck me hard,” he commanded.