What Happens Over Spring Break: A Short Story Anthology

by Anthology

  My lips pursed. I met him eye for eye, giving nothing away. No emotion on my face. “That’s because I didn’t see one.”

  My breath caught as he moved swiftly, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in close. His forehead was touching mine, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes, his breath teasing my lips with its warm, reassuring cadence.

  “Then, by all means, allow me to prove it.”

  It wasn’t quite a question and not quite an order. And for some reason, I couldn’t find the ability to say no. I didn’t want to.

  Feeling quite unlike myself and unsure why I was so drawn to him, I turned around and grabbed for the bag I’d almost forgotten. I reached into the front pocket and held up a key card, grateful I’d kept the one for Ariana along with my own. I held it out for him, whispered my condo number, and walked away. What happened next would have to be up to him.

  I knew I shouldn’t be sleeping with a guest at the resort, but from the moment I laid eyes on that gorgeous girl, I knew I had to have her. It was an animalistic need, primal, and if she wasn’t moaning under me within the next hour, I knew I would go insane. Thank fucking god when she agreed to a one-night stand. Although, I knew one night with her would never be enough. Lucky for me she lives in the same town I usually do. Fate brought us both to this resort, and fate would take us back home again. Hopefully together.

  That’s how I found myself slipping the key card into the slot, opening the door. My eyes were drawn to the floor and I stalked down the hall, following in Alyssa's obvious path and releasing a low growl when I saw various articles of clothing. I’d wanted to undress her myself, but if she was eager to get the night started, I was on board. I sped up my pace knowing what was waiting for me in her bedroom. When I stepped into the room, I wasn't prepared for the vision before me.

  There was Alyssa, wearing nothing but a red lacy bra that pushed her breasts up so perfectly they threatened to spill out of the material. The matching pair of panties drew my gaze down to the place I couldn't wait to sink myself into. I was mesmerized by the sight of her, and suddenly, I couldn’t wait to be with her any longer. I wanted her. Hell, I needed her in a way I’d never needed a woman. It made no sense, this strong pull I felt. I didn’t care. Whether it was love or lust at first sight, I had to have her. And from the desire I could see in her eyes, I knew the feeling was reciprocated.

  I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms, lowering my head and peppering kisses along the curve of her neck. I pulled away and circled her, taking in every inch of her creamy, white skin. When I was behind her, my hands settled onto her bare shoulders where I toyed with the straps of her bra. Unable to contain myself, I brought one hand down and unhooked it, and pushed it off so she was bare to me. She turned slowly, her eyes facing down as I took in the sight of her beautiful, full breasts.

  "Fucking perfect," I murmured.

  I used my thumb to lift her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You are exquisite. More than I ever imagined. More than I deserve."

  The words seemed to unleash a fierce desire in Alyssa. I nearly shivered when she stepped close and pressed her hands to my chest where her nails raked against my shirt. Suddenly I was aware that I was far too overdressed. Alyssa seemed to agree. She pulled my shirt from where it was tucked into my shorts. "Show me, Shane. I want to see all of you, too."

  All the blood in my body rushed to my groin. The primal need to take her, claim her, had me wanting to throw her on the bed and push into her, but I knew I had to take care of her first. Not wanting to deny her request, I made haste in stripping down to nothing. Pride swelled when I saw the hunger in Alyssa's eyes.

  She sucked in her lower lip as she studied me. All of me. When her gaze rose and met mine, she blushed. " I’d have to say you’re wrong. You're the exquisite one."

  I took a step forward and took hold of her waist, pushing her back until she fell back on the bed. My body covered hers and we met in the most intimate of places. Her lace panties the only thing separating my cock from what I knew would be the sweetest pussy.

  “Kiss me, Shane. Touch me,” she begged, writhing beneath me when my lips sucked her earlobe before making a sweet path down her jawline until ultimately covering her mouth with mine. "Take me."

  If possible, my cock hardened beyond imagination at her request. Yes, I would take her. But I'd make sure she was prepared first.

  I was on the verge of combustion as Shane’s hands roamed my body and kissed him with a passion I’d never experienced before. He rained kisses along my collarbone and then trailed a path down between my full breasts where he proceeded to worship each one, licking and sucking my nipples with such utter devotion it threatened to push me over the edge into carnal bliss. I writhed beneath him, anxious for his lips to explore further, and yet not wanting him to stop.

  “These are the most exquisite breasts I’ve ever seen,” he whispered after one last nibble on my nipple.

  At this point I was impossibly wet. His hands slid up my skin and cupped my breasts, his long fingers squeezing them just to the point of beautiful pain.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached down and found him rock hard and ready for me, but before I could stroke him, he gave my breasts one last kiss, then rose, eliciting a soft whimper at the lost contact.

  As ready as I was for him already, apparently he had other plans. He positioned himself between my legs, ducked his head and tasted me, moaning as if I were the most delectable thing he’d ever had in his mouth. The butterflies in my stomach took flight as he slowly licked my folds. A small gasp escaped my mouth when he pushed a finger inside me, then another, making love to me with his fingers while devouring me with his mouth. It was exquisite. The best experience of my life and we were just getting started. He was getting me primed and ready for him. I knew it and I couldn’t wait. But even though I wanted to tell him to stop, that I was ready, I was also selfish enough to let him have his fill.

  Shane apparently wasn't stopping until I was putty in his hands. He pistoned his fingers in and out in frantic fashion, while simultaneously nibbling on my clit. It was enough to send me over the edge, and when my orgasm crested and then crashed down on me, my fingers tangled into his hair, I chanted his name over and over again until I was too breathless from my release to speak.

  Shane was patient as my orgasm subsided. I could feel the dreamy expression on my face and saw the look of pride on his own

  I blinked, trying to catch my breath. “That was…amazing,” I breathed.

  “That was only the beginning, sunshine,” he told me with a knowing smirk.

  I felt limbless. Numb. In complete bliss. It was Shane's final kiss against my clit that pulled me from my sleepy stupor. My eyes, which had closed as I basked in the pleasure, blinked open and when I saw him gazing up at me from the space between my legs, juices--my juices--running down his chin, I was suddenly alert. I also suddenly wanted to return the favor.

  My mouth watered when he sat up and his hard length was on display. I reached out and grasped him, delighted when his eyes closed just as my hand closed around him.

  “Alyssa,” he whispered.

  I shushed him, then crawled around him and pushed him back down on the bed. “It's my turn now.”

  Even though I was eager to get a taste of him, I paused when I settled between his legs. His body was lean and toned from years that I knew weren’t just spent at the gym. He had the body of an outdoorsman, and it was all I could do not to grab my phone and snap a picture. I knew I could spend the rest of my life exploring the hard lines and planes and it'd still never be enough. Tonight, at least, was a start.

  Straddling his legs, I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock, making a fist and working him up and down, marveling and how hard and solid he was beneath my fingers. My confidence got a boost when Shane leaned back against the pillow and closed his eyes, his lips curled up in a satisfied grin. A glistening drop of his impending release caught my attent
ion--and my hunger. It was beckoning for me to lap up, and I wasted no time doing just that. I bent and circled the tip of him, shocked at the salty substance on my tongue. The initial shock was forgotten when I heard the low groan that escaped from Shane's lips. The sound was all the invitation I needed to wrap my lips around him and slowly sink down. Shane's hips bucked at the contact, surprising me, but then we worked together, establishing the perfect rhythm. In past relationships, I’d never really been into this intimate act before, but with him, I found I loved it. Even though we’d only known each other for a fleeting time, all I wanted was to please him, and if his groans and frantic thrusts were any indications, I was doing just that.

  When his tempo increased, I struggled to keep up, so I gripped his erection and jacked him fast and allowed him to control my mouth. I felt him pulsating and heard a moan just as his hands slid into my hair, made a fist, and pulled a little less than gentle. Unaffected by the pain, hell, even enjoying it, I knew it was because he was close, so I sucked with all my might, pleased when warm liquid shot into the back of my throat. Undeterred, I sucked, swallowing and savoring each salty, sweet ounce. Once I was satisfied he was done, I slowly slid him out of my mouth with a loud pop and a satisfied grin. One that mirrored his own.

  His eyes were still closed when I glanced up at him. I hoped like hell this wasn’t over.

  I could hardly believe I'd just come in Alyssa's mouth. I hadn't wanted to. No, when I came I’d wanted to be deep inside her, but the way she sucked me, I couldn't hold back. Luckily for them both, my dick hardened all over again when I felt her fingers running up the length of my torso. They grazed my bare skin, the pads of her thumbs rubbing over my nipples, sending an excited shiver down my spine. When I opened my eyes, I nearly groaned at the sight. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips plump and soft from what she'd just done. It took everything in me not to flip her over and plunge into her without abandon, especially when her eyes traveled up the length of my body, obvious appreciation in her gaze.

  “That was amazing,” I said, my voice low and husky.

  She grinned. “That was only the beginning, baby.”

  That was enough for me. I had to have her. Here. Now. Finally. I quickly rose and grabbed her, flipping her onto her back and hovering over her. My mouth captured hers, starting off slowly, gently, the same way I wanted to make love to her. I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold back, but for her, this first time, I'd try. I wanted to go slow; I also wanted her with more passion than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. Alyssa's lips parted, and our tongues dueled. Not that I cared. No matter the winner of this battle, I knew I'd already won the war. Skin pressed to skin, our hands roamed each other, neither of us coming up for air for ages.

  When I finally pulled back, I gazed down at her and saw the desire flashing in her eyes. She wrapped her legs around my waist and drew me closer to her—if that was even possible. “I'm ready,” she whispered. “Take me.”

  My hand slipped between us, and I instantly knew she was telling the truth. She was incredibly wet. For me. I could deny her—I could deny myself—no longer. She whimpered when I broke our contact to get protection, but once I repositioned myself between her legs, she caught her breath. Our eyes met and locked as I found her entrance and slowly pushed inside, filling her inch by inch. When I reached a barrier, she gave me a small nod. I pushed through, causing her to gasp and suck in her lower lip. I stopped instantly, my eyes searching hers as realization dawned on me.

  “You… you’re a virgin?” I asked, my heart racing as shock poured over me.

  Her eyes hooded, she gave me a small grin. “Well, not anymore.”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’d never been with a virgin, and I couldn’t believe this girl was giving me such a gift. God, I’d never let her go after this. A ridiculous thought, but for some reason, it was a thought of which I was certain.

  I was suddenly worried when I looked down at her. "Are you okay?"

  She nodded and let out a deep breath. “Yes. I... I am. Keep going. Please.”

  A small whimper escaped her lips when I was seated in her fully, and I stilled my hips to revel in the exquisite tightness of her pussy. I now knew why I’d been so drawn to her. She was perfect for me in every single way, especially intimately. She was the perfect sheath for me—like it was the mold made just for my cock. No woman had ever felt so perfect. I knew I’d never be able to get enough of her now that I’d had a taste, a tease, now that I was getting my fill.

  Heaven.

  The space between her legs was pure Heaven, I decided.

  With gentle ease, I withdrew and pushed back in. Being inside her was more intense and exhilarating than anything I'd ever experienced. All those accomplishments in the boardroom or the surfing tournament wins had nothing on being with the woman of my dreams. Even though I now knew what I'd been missing, I also knew there would never be another woman for me. It may have only been one night, but I was a goner. This brand-new experience of making love was now going to be my favorite memory. My favorite past time. Alyssa had somehow whirled into my life and replaced everything I'd thought about my future. I was never a one-woman man. I never planned on settling down. Everything I used to live for was suddenly thrown by the wayside because of her. And hell, I didn’t even know her last name, but I did know she was, without a doubt, the only one I'd ever let into my bed. Maybe even my heart.

  Her eyes became hooded and I stilled my movements, causing her lids to fly open. "Eyes on mine, baby," I insisted before pressing my chest to hers, our faces mere inches apart. My hands found hers, intertwining our fingers and placing them over her head on the pillow. We were skin to skin. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. "I want to watch you come with me inside you."

  She shivered, and I knew she wasn't far off. I stared down into Alyssa's beautiful eyes and it hit me that I wanted to do this every morning and night for the rest of my life. If only with her. My continuous thrusts into her were primal, raw, and it wasn't long before my tempo increased, our bodies becoming slick with sweat as we moved in perfect harmony. We were so in sync, as if we'd done this countless times. I supposed that's just how we were. We clicked in every way, right from the very start.

  Desperate for her pleasure, I rocked and rolled my hips in order to create friction against her clit. I was so damn close, but like hell I'd come before her. Apparently on the same page, her legs wrapped around my waist and tightened, silently encouraging me to go harder. Faster. To take her to the edge and push her over. That's exactly what I did, and I was rewarded moments later when I felt her walls tightening all around me. It was thrilling. One final forceful thrust was all she needed to send her over the edge. Her entire body tensed up momentarily, and her pussy clenched me like the world’s strongest vise, bringing about my own release. I spilled into her and groaned as she milked every last drop from my cock.

  I watched Alyssa sink back into the pillow, sated and satisfied. I watched as she bit her lip, and fuck, the look on her face ignited a passionate fire deep within me. I could see the pink flush on her cheeks in the soft candlelight. She looked completely and utterly spent. And well fucked. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

  I leaned down and captured her lips in a long, languid, lazy kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck lightly, and when I pulled away, she smiled up at me with sleepy eyes. I'd never forget the sight of her, at this moment, lying beneath me after making love for the first time. It was a sight I wanted to capture on film, and I stared at her, committing it to memory. I placed my forehead on hers and gazed deep into her eyes.

  “I could get used to this,” I told her, wondering if she’d be open to the idea of us seeing each other in Atlanta.

  Not that she knew I even lived there. I pushed the thought aside. I’d tell her the truth in the morning.

  She grinned back at me. “You and be both, Shane. At least we have an entire week. I may be sore for days. But it was soooooo worth it. That was amazing. The most incre
dible experience of my life. I had no idea just how good it could be.”

  I pressed my lips to hers and said with a smile, “That was only the beginning.”

  My phone rang in the middle of the night and I grimaced, then paused when Shane groaned beside me. Butterflies stirred within me at the sight of him, bare-chested, vulnerable in his sleep. God, was it possible to fall in love after one night? It sure felt like it.

  And then I rolled my eyes, knowing not to confuse lust with love. I was surprised to see my sister’s name on my phone, so I snatched it up and padded out to the kitchen as not to wake my sleeping gorgeous man in bed.

  “Hello?” I whispered.

  “Lyss? Why are you whispering? Oh!” she exclaimed, coming to her own, correct conclusion. “You’re not alone!”

  I giggled. God, giggled, like a lovestruck teenager. “I slept with the pool boy,” I confessed.

  She gasped. “You didn’t.”

  I grinned in the dark. “I sooo did. And I plan on doing it again before you get here. Which, actually, shouldn’t you have been here already?”

  She had planned on arriving this evening and in all my time with Shane, I’d completely forgotten. I heard a throat clear.

  “I…well, my night wasn’t quite as scandalous as yours, but I met a man at the hotel bar…”

  It was my turn to gasp. “Ariana Covington, you little minx!”

  “No, no, it’s not like that. He was…rather drunk and frankly, he seemed sad. Like he needed a friend. A shoulder to commiserate on because he certainly wasn’t going to cry. I don’t know. Something about him drew me in, and I couldn’t just walk away.”

  This was interesting. “So what’d you do?” I asked.

  She hesitated for a brief moment. “I helped him to his hotel room, put him in bed, and…we cuddled until he fell asleep.”