by Lina Langley
“You never said that.”
“Yeah, but I was thinking it,” he said, flashing that charming smile at me.
“Well, I don’t really think you’re some globetrotting gigolo either,” I said, even though I still sort of did.
He cocked his head to study me for a moment. “You never said that.”
“Yeah, but I was thinking it.”
I shut the door before he could say anything else. I needed some aspirin and my bed, stat.
CHAPTER THREE
My head was pounding when I woke up the next morning, which was why I took more pain pills and crawled back into bed.
Sleep eluded me.
Josh’s face kept popping up whenever I closed my eyes. Why was my mind so fixated on someone I’d just met?
I’d never had something like what I was experiencing happen before. I wasn’t even sure I liked him but, damn, I found him attractive.
After trying without any success to go back to sleep, I dragged my ass out of the bed to find it was already after noon.
Calling for room service, I ordered coffee and something that would be easy on my stomach before going to peek out my patio door to see if my neighbors were out next door. The deck next to mine was empty, so I decided to take my lunch out there when the porter delivered it.
Sitting under the umbrella at the small glass table, I wondered what I was going to do to fill my days. I should have planned ahead, but then, a spur of the moment vacation didn’t leave much time for that sort of thing.
Starting up my laptop gave me nervous jitters, because the temptation to check my emails was strong.
I resisted and instead pulled up the resort’s site to find out what sort of excursions they offered. It only took me a few minutes to decide to book myself a kite surfing lesson and then a cliff diving excursion to the other side of the island. I didn’t know how to scuba dive, but I seriously thought about taking a few lessons to pass the time. Maybe later when I grew bored once again.
Since I wasn’t feeling all that well, I decided to stay on my patio where I could still watch the waves roll up onto the beach but didn’t have to deal with the sand. I knew I was supposed to be doing something more but I just couldn’t get up the will to move more than necessary. I vowed to never drink that much wine again in my life as I sucked back another ginger ale.
Just as I was about to order something for supper, my room phone rang, startling the crap out of me because I’d grown used to the only sound being that of the ocean and the distant shouts of children on the beach. I slowly lifted the receiver from its cradle, not sure what to expect when I answered. “Hello?”
“Hey, Nev!” The voice on the other end was almost drowned out by the music in the background but I still recognized it.
“Hi, Josh.”
Why was he calling me?
“You sound surprised,” he said and then laughed, “I hope me calling is a good sort of surprise.”
“I’m not really sure which one it is. I think that will depend on why you’re calling,” I said.
“I need you!” He sounded drunk and it was–I looked at my watch–only six. “Please come and save me from Monica!”
My brow furrowed as I tried to puzzle out why he’d need to be saved from his sister. “Why?”
“She’s brought home a guy she met on the beach today and they’re currently dirty dancing in the middle of the room. I swear my eyes are going to melt if I have to watch it any longer.”
“Go for a walk on the beach then. Or are they keeping you prisoner?”
I was in no mood to deal with Monica and some random dude, even if it meant seeing Josh again.
“But I don’t want to go take a walk, plus this could go on for hours,” he wheedled.
I relented. “Fine, why don’t you come here instead? I mean, I still sort of have a headache and I can hear the music in the background and I don’t think I want to--”
The line went dead. As I stood there staring at the receiver, Josh appeared outside my patio door. He was holding a bottle of wine and had a huge grin on his face. Shaking my head, I went over and let him in.
“I brought this because nothing cures a hangover like the hair of the dog that bit you,” he said as he entered the room.
“No wine for me.” I shut the door and turned to look at him. He was still too hot for words. “I was just about to order some room service, you want to join me?”
“What about champagne?” he asked as he went to grab the menu from the table. “What do you want to eat? I think I’m going to get the lobster. They have whole ones.” When I just stared at him, he added, “I’ll treat since I’m here imposing on you and all.”
“You can have whatever you want to drink, but I’m sticking to something nonalcoholic tonight. I don’t need to spend another day in bed with a hangover.”
I plopped down on the couch while thinking about what I wanted to eat which got easier when he handed me the menu. “I think I’ll have the seafood platter…for two.”
I was starving all of a sudden.
“Okay. Whatever you want, it’s on me.” Josh winked as he picked up the phone and placed our order. I didn’t miss when he had it charged to his room next door, the one I was certain his sister had paid for. He came to sit next to me–closer than necessary on the full-sized couch. “So, do you mind if I crash here tonight if Monica’s guy friend doesn’t leave?”
The question unbalanced me because it was so forward of him to ask it.
In truth, I was glad he was the one who suggested it. It made it that much easier for me to talk myself into a one-night stand with him. My mind may have its reservations about Josh, but my body knew what it wanted—and it was the man sitting next to me. “Sure,” I said, hoping that I sounded casual enough. “Why not?”
“Cool, I really appreciate it. I wasn’t looking forward to having to listen to them all night.”
Josh put his hand over mine and I didn’t pull away.
“It’s fine. I guess I don’t mind having company,” I admitted, hoping he’d see I wasn’t totally against having him there. We chatted about the weather, of all things, until our food arrived.
Then I was too busy eating to keep up my end which made Josh grin.
I stuck to soda while he mixed himself a couple of drinks from the small bottles out of my minibar.
When I’d had enough that I was pleasantly full, but not so much that it made thinking of sex unbearable, I sat back and wiped my hands and face with the linen napkin.
“That was excellent,” I said.
“They do have good seafood here,” Josh said. He’d finished before me and was nursing his third drink while watching me eat. “So, what should we do now? Watch a movie? Take that stroll on the beach?”
Cocking my head, I stared at him for a moment, trying to gauge how he’d take it if I told him I wanted to fuck.
Josh seemed to be the sort of guy who would probably be okay with me being direct, but was I brave enough to put myself out there like that? While I was debating it, he’d moved closer to me.
“How about we go into the bedroom?” he asked before I could. “Maybe see what happens when I kiss you and you’re not drunk and on the verge of throwing up?” I nodded because my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. “Let’s go then.”
He got up and disappeared into the adjoining room while I sat there dumbstruck.
“This is what you wanted,” I mumbled as I got up.
He was in the bathroom and I could hear him gargling through the door. That reminded me that I should maybe do something about my breath after having eaten garlic sauce on my food. I waited and when he came out, I shifted to get passed him and into the bathroom when he tried to pull me into his arms. “Just give me a minute or two.”
“Take all the time you need, I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned before I shut the door.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face while staring at myself in the mirror and wondered if what I was about to
do was the right thing.
I convinced myself that it was just a one-nightstand and then Josh would be out of my system.
I’d be free to enjoy the rest of my vacation without having to think about how my hot next-door neighbor looked naked, because I’d already know.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, and speaking of naked--Josh was lying on the bed without a stitch of clothing on.
I sucked in my breath as I looked at him. He was stroking his cock, which was already hard and leaking, as I made my way to the side of the bed, shedding clothes as I went.
I revealed the way my own cock was firming up in anticipation.
“Shit,” I mumbled when I remembered where my supplies were and had to turn around and go back to the bathroom. Grabbing the lube and box of condoms I’d packed in my shaving kit, I returned to find Josh laughing in the middle of the bed. “What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, it was just funny, watching you scurry away when you remembered you’d forgotten the lube. You have a great ass by the way,” he said as he sat up on the bed and motioned for me to come to him.
I dropped the supplies on the bed before climbing onto it and crawling over to Josh, who pulled me into a kiss.
This time there was no gagging, only the tangling of tongues and the soft panting breath against my cheek as Josh delved into the depths of my mouth. He kissed like a man desperate for connection and that sparked something inside me-something I didn’t want to feel.
I pushed him back onto the mattress and hovered above him as we kissed. His hands ran down, over my chest and abs until he found my cock. We both moaned through the kiss when he stroked my cock for the first time. I pressed my hips down and he took the hint and let go. When our cocks made first contact, we finally broke the kiss.
“Shit, it’s been too long for me,” Josh breathed as he pressed up against me. I was thinking the same thing, but knowing the little I did about my bed partner, I doubted it had been as long for him as it had for me.
“Me too.”
I kissed his lips but then moved down, across his jaw to his neck, making him moan and then plead for more.
I gave it to him.
I let the sounds he was making guide me. I toyed with his small nipples while kissing my way down his taut abdomen, my leaking cock leaving a streak of wetness behind as it slid down his leg. Bypassing his cock, I licked his balls and then sucked one into my mouth. He clutched at my hair with one hand, while the other came down and jacked his cock which he seemed to think I was neglecting.
While I lavished my attention on his balls, I picked up the lube and spread some on my fingers so I could test the waters. I wasn’t sure if Josh was open to being the bottom, but I was going to find out.
Slowly, I brought my lubed fingers to his tight entrance. When he didn’t flinch away when I ringed his rim, I felt confident that he was fine with what I’d planned. I gently entered him with the tip of one finger and he pushed down to get more.
After a few minutes of gentle fingering, he began tugging at my hair to get my attention. When I looked up, my gaze met his lust filled stare. “You’re driving me insane and I want to get my hands on more than my own cock and your hair,” Josh said in a low growl that showed his hunger.
Removing my fingers, I crawled up the bed to once again lie on top of him, but in one swift move he rolled us so he was the one on top and grinning down at me while I stared up in surprise.
“Did you think just because you were the one who was going to do the fucking, that I was just going to lie there and let you do whatever you wanted?” he asked, sliding back so he could sit on my thighs as he reached for the condoms.
“Someone’s a bossy bottom,” I said, smiling. He could be as bossy as he liked now that I knew I was going to get to sink my cock into that tight ass of his.
“Not bossy, just know what I want,” he shrugged and ripped open the condom.
He rolled it down my length and then slathered it in lube while I bit my lip. Watching him prepare my cock was a huge turn on. I was already so fucking aroused that I was afraid I’d come from his handling.
“I’m good with that,” I said in a shaky voice that made him chuckle.
“Just lie back and let me do all the work.” He bent down and kissed my stomach, right above my belly button, before moving into position over my cock. I watched with bated breath as he lowered himself until the head of my cock brushed his hole then he paused. “Ready?”
I nodded, thinking I was the one who should be asking him that, but before I could have any more thoughts, he moved down another inch and the head of my cock entered the tight heat of his body, making me gasp. He groaned and then let himself down gently until he was sitting on my hips and I was buried balls deep inside him.
He waited for a few moments, I assumed to give himself time to adjust. I knew how it was and it usually took a while to get used to that feeling of fullness after first penetration.
When he started moving, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
It was too much, but at the same time, I knew I wanted more. I grasped his hips and thrust up into him. He let me take control for a few moments, but when he leaned forward, I lost my rhythm.
He kissed me hard as he writhed slowly on my steel-hard dick, as if he was trying to find the right angle. I shifted to help him in his endeavor.
When he gasped into my mouth, I knew we’d found what he was looking for.
Our movements were too slow for me to get where I wanted to go, but it seemed that on every stroke of my cock inside him, he came closer and closer to bliss.
I reached between us to stroke his cock and soon he was shooting over my hand and onto my stomach. I waited to see how he would react as his tunnel fluttered around my cock.
I’d been with men who couldn’t continue once they’d come, but he sat up after he caught his breath and I could see the determination on his face as he started to ride my cock hard.
I hadn’t been lying about it being a while for me and the sight of Josh, all sweat slicked and flushed, had me gripping his thighs and shouting. I felt pleasure spreading through my body in ripples, all that I could see were fireworks inside my head, and I could feel my legs shaking as my orgasm shot out of me and into the condom.
Josh groaned as he landed with a wet smack on my chest.
Both of us were breathing hard as we came back down from the high.
I was in no hurry to move, but had to admit the extra weight and heat was starting to get to be uncomfortable.
I nudged Josh and he rolled off to the side but then his arm went over my chest as I pulled the condom off and threw it in the general vicinity of the trash can.
I swear he was snoring and when I tried to get out from under his arm, it tightened.
He made a disgruntled noise.
“I need to wash up,” I said as I removed his arm and sat up.
“I could come with,” Josh didn’t look like he meant it and since we’d both just come, I doubted his come on was sincere.
“Nah, I’ll bring you a wash cloth.”
I patted his naked ass, which was just as enticing a view as it had been before I’d had it. That meant only bad things for me and my plan to fuck him out of my system.
I got up and went into the bathroom where I washed myself in the sink. I grabbed a wash cloth and ran it under the warm water.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I had to wonder if I’d just fucked myself over, because the idea that I could fuck Josh and forget him seemed extremely stupid now after I’d had him.
Maybe I’d have to keep fucking Josh until my vacation ended and I was forced to leave.
Surely, I’d have had enough of him by then.
CHAPTER FOUR
Waking up alone in my bed the next morning made me grumpy.
Josh and I had gone another round and then showered before falling back into the bed. Wrapped in Josh’s arms, I’d gotten the best night of sleep I’d had in years.
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sp; I’d expected him to still be in my bed, but I guess I’d been mistaken.
I didn’t bother putting on any clothes before walking out into the living area of my room. There was no sign of Josh but I did find a note scribbled on the pad by the phone.
Nev
I had a great time last night. Sorry to leave without saying goodbye but I had an early morning appointment. See you tonight?
Josh
I wondered what sort of appointment he had and why he hadn’t mentioned it before, but then, it wasn’t like we really talked much the previous evening.
Shrugging, I went to get ready for my first kite surfing lesson. At least I had something planned that would make the day go by fast, because now all I could think of was seeing Josh again.
Kite surfing was hard, way harder than I anticipated. By the time my lesson was over, I was walking like a man who’d gotten into a fight and lost. Which is why I headed straight for the outdoor bar, but my search for something to dull the pain brought an unexpected and unpleasant discovery.
Josh was sitting at a small table with an older gentleman. There was no mistaking the looks passing between them.
Stomping off, I realized I’d been right about Josh all along.
He was nothing but a gigolo. Here, I’d been thinking all day about how, if at the end of our time together, I hadn’t gotten him out of my system, I might ask him how he felt about seeing each other again at a later date.
I wasn’t going to call it dating, since I hardly knew Josh, but something in my head insisted that Josh might be worth getting to know.
Well, at least until I spotted him with his next mark.
I stayed in my room the rest of the day, emptying out my minibar and ordering decadent meals from room service to console myself. I was being stupid, but I didn’t care.
Even if mourning the loss of something I’d never had was dumb, it felt right at the time.
Knocking at my door made me growl because I was sure I knew who it was, and Josh was the last person I wanted to see. Then Monica’s voice called my name, and I got up to open the door.