“Mmm,” I murmur.
Brent squeezes and lowers his head toward my breasts, he pushes them together and runs his tongue between my cleavage. I drop my hand and massage the bulge in his shorts. I feel his manhood responding to my caress.
My fingers slip inside the elastic, I hold his warm cock. He twitches in my grasp as his pulse strengthens. Brent lifts up my floral wraparound skirt. Without hesitation, he pulls my satin panties to the side. I feel his fingers pushing against the softness of my pussy. I gasp as my breath is taken away.
Brent looks into my eyes. His head moves closer. He brushes my windswept hair from my face and places his hand on my cheek. Our lips lock and Brent kisses me, with his tongue repeatedly darting inside my mouth. I push against his lips with an explicit come-and-get-me passion that’s now rising inside me.
Our tongues dance together as they sweep and make swirling motions inside each other’s mouths. I feel Brent flick his tongue with mine. He strokes my wet arousal in ecstasy; using wanting fingers as my body relaxes against the large rock.
Brent pushes his finger harder against my moist lips, and then it slowly inches its way into my longing pussy. My hips push forward as his sensuality takes a hold over me.
“Ohhhh,” I murmur.
Brent pushes his finger inside me further. I feel my pussy accepting his driving want. He slides a second finger in to create more fire. My walls stretch to accommodate him and I tighten my grip in need on his hardening shaft. Now, I slowly stroke his cock inside his shorts.
With his cock growing in my grasp, I pull at the elastic. He wiggles his firm buttocks as I pull his shorts down. I free his shaft into the night air. My hand strokes him gently, then I bring his erection to steel-hard as the rock pushes against my back while he fingers me.
“Brent,” I coo.
“What?” he says in a moan as he kisses my neck.
“Make love to me,” I whisper.
I release my hold on Brent’s unbelievably hard shaft. His hips move closer and I pull my panties to the side of my moist pussy. The head of his hard cock pushes past my wet lips and I feel the head of his arousal. He slowly inches his way deeper inside me. I pull open his shirt as my breasts push against his warm, muscular body.
Brent increases his strokes, his rigid flesh filling the depths of my pussy. I sigh as I dig my fingers into the skin of his shoulders. He drives his cock harder as I feel the spray from the ocean splashing over us.
My damp hair hangs over my face as I look into Brent’s wanting eyes. My panties push against the side of Brent’s large cock, he thrusts his hips forward, and I provocatively grind my hips against his full loins.
I feel the elastic of my panties digging into my hips as I widen my legs. I feel my pussy stretching and pulling Brent’s shaft deeper inside me. Like it should have been there a long time ago.
The waves begin crashing over the rocks, my nipples are hard and salty from the cold water. Brent squeezes my breast as he drives himself faster into my hot wet arousal. I can’t remember feeling this good. It’s like we are electricity, sparking and connecting.
I feel the excitement rising in my body as the cold water runs over my skin. My body is soaked from the ocean and the pounding of Brent. Now, I moan out as his muscular hips drive my body closer to an incredible moment of ecstasy. Soon my body will flood with sensations like fireflies burning brightly in the night.
The pumping caress from his manhood fills my pussy with tingles that swirl around me, then my belly fills with sensations just ready to spill over. Brent’s strokes increase as I squirm against him like a python on a mystical snake charmer. I shift restlessly beneath his attention as his cock drives into the very depths of my core. I can’t believe I’ve only just found him.
The waves splash against Brent as he uses his own magical force of nature to ram his hard cock deeper inside me. It’s like we’ve wanted each other all our lives. My body finally reaches the point where I cannot stop. My hips move involuntarily, they push forward as my pussy begins trying to milk the seed from Brent’s sexy loins.
He thrusts frantically and I feel his body start to tremor. He grabs my hips tightly as he thrusts once, a second time, and then in a final push. Perfectly, his hot seed floods from his rigid shaft into my own wet arousal.
My body explodes into a final, gigantic climactic ending, my hips quivering against the large, cold boulder. Waves had washed over from inside me and from the ocean as well. My head bows onto Brent’s broad chest.
With my body now slumped, Brent slides his spent cock from my satisfied pussy. Waves crash against our bodies. I gasp for breath as I slip the straps back over my shoulders, the sea spray running down us.
Brent pulls up his shorts. We step away from the rocks and walk back along the damp sand. The lights in the trees cast an eerie glow over our soaked bodies.
“That makes for a pleasant last night in paradise,” I say as we begin to approach the hotel.
“It isn’t over yet,” Brent replies. He looks at me with a fire in his eyes.
“You’ve turned into Mr. Macho all of a sudden,” I say laughing.
“We still have lots to explore, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Sand, sea, sun, and sex, who would ask for anything more?”
Brent
“A nugget of gold can be found in any pile of rubble.”
Shona and Beau had stayed in the hotel to see the final stages of the club’s opening. Alex and Brooke had returned to Vegas to get things moving with us. It wasn’t that Bell and I were not capable, Alex just wanted to rub Mikey’s nose in it when he finally got kicked out of his warehouse. Secretly, I knew Alex actually liked him, despite what happened.
I got to Vegas in the next few days. Bell and I had left the hotel in Jamaica. No crummy apartments either, now. We had moved out in the last few days. I just had a few things to move and all that was ancient history.
The car stops outside the warehouse, and Mikey’s car is parked next to a removal van. The large shutter is raised halfway, and there are a few guys carrying boxes.
We are just like the three musketeers walking toward the door, although there is no Count or Duchess to great us, only Mikey and Ronny.
“Look who’s here, have you come to gloat?” Mikey asks.
“Of course, yes, we have,” Alex says. He is being nice with his tone.
“Well, we are almost finished here, so there’s not much you can gloat about,” he replies.
“So, Mikey, what are you going to do now?” Alex asks.
“There’s not much I can do, I only have the three hundred you so kindly fucking threw at me, and that isn’t going to buy me much,” he says.
“You must have debts to collect?” I say.
“Not now, as soon as everyone heard you had fucking swindled me, they decided they owe you the money, not me,” Mikey replies.
“How much are you owed?” I ask, curious to know.
“Too much to remember, the books are on the desk.” He sighs.
“What you going to do with Ronny? I suppose you don’t need a big cunt following you around anymore,” I say. Alex looks at me and laughs.
“I don’t really give a fuck what he does, every man for himself,” Mikey says plainly.
Alex walks over from the poker table that sits in the middle of the warehouse. “You know Mikey, you are actually an okay guy, you just got too fucking greedy.”
“What do you expect, this is fucking Vegas, the whole place is built on greed,” Mikey says.
I look to Alex. “You can’t argue with that,” I say.
“So, what are you lot doing back here, anyway?” Mikey asks, looking at us both.
“We’ve just come to see the warehouse and get an idea of how much work needs doing,” I say.
“What do you mean work? Fuck, what are you gonna do with the place?” Mikey asks. He looks puzzled by our excitement.
“A club, a casino, hookers, and shows,” I reply with a wide grin.
Mikey laughs. “Are you sure?” he says.
“Yeah why?” I ask.
“Have you thought about the problems you’ll have?” Mikey rolls his eyes.
“We know some of the casinos won’t like it,” I say.
Mikey shakes his head. “Come over to the bar and I will explain.”
Bell and Brooke go off exploring while we sit at the bar with Mikey. He has somewhat changed his mafia-like tune. Alex grabs a piece of paper and a pen for notes. I pour three glasses of Coke and we sit at the table.
“Come on then Mikey, tell us what you know,” Alex says.
“Well, you say you want hookers, but have you noticed they are all out of town?” Mikey asks.
“Yeah, why is that?” Alex asks.
“It’s nothing to do with rent. They are bigger crooks than me.”
“So, the officials, they need paying off?” I ask, confused by the revelation.
“Hell yeah, and how much pussy do you think it will take to earn that back? Fuck, it just isn’t worth it,” Mikey explains. Alex scribbles on his pad and looks at Mikey for more information.
“What else?” I ask.
“It’s the same with the casino, it’s all city officials. Why do you think I never opened a club? That’s why I bought this place in the first place,” Mikey says. He looks at us like we should have known better.
“So, what do you mean? It can be done, or it can’t be done?” I ask plainly.
“I’m saying, you can’t get past the officials with cash, it just costs too much. You will be paying them for years,” Mikey explains.
Alex scribbles something on the pad and he catches my attention to read it. I look at the paper from the corner of my eye as Mikey sips from his glass.
“I think we need Mikey!!’” it said.
I nod in agreement. “Mikey, at some point Alex has to go back to Jamaica, but until then, how would you to work for us?” I ask.
Mikey laughs. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” he says, shocked.
“Not at all, this club is going to happen, and you can save us a lot of time. It’s evident that you already know who we have to get past.”
“That’s true, I have all the names, and bits of dirt on some of them,” Mikey says. I look at Mikey and I feel a little sorry for him. As Alex had said, he is actually an okay guy.
I smile at him. “I’m not sure about the terms, but we all know what it’s worth to us, so you won’t be shortchanged. I promise you that.”
“As you both know, I have fuck all else to do, and I would love to see those bastards get what they truly deserve,” Mikey says. He looks happier all of a sudden.
“It’s a deal then, we will work together on this,” I say.
Mikey spits in his hand and offers it to me. “It’s a deal.” I see Alex laughing as I spit into my hand and shake on the deal with Mikey.
“We will be in touch in a few days, don’t get going anywhere,” I say.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Mikey says.
Alex stands up from the table. “And keep away from the card tables,” he says.
Mikey laughs. “Alex, you know better than anyone, I can’t play for shit.”
“If you want to double your three hundred, speak to Brooke nicely, she’s a fucking demon at roulette,” Alex explains.
“You know, I don’t like gambling,” Mikey says.
Alex looks at him in confusion. “Mikey, everything you had was built on gambling.”
“I know, but when it’s my money, I get scared,” Mikey replies.
“Trust me, Brooke won’t lose you a dime.”
“I will think about it while I’m waiting for you to call.”
“No problem. Now, you’d better get going, those removal guys look restless,” I say. Mikey hands me the keys and starts walking toward the door.
“Hey Mikey,” I call.
He stops and turns. “Yeah.”
“Is there anywhere in this place that can be used as an apartment?” I ask.
“Sure, at the back, there is a section that has three floors. I actually thought of that myself,” he calls back.
Mikey and the removal van leave the parking lot. Ronny hails a cab to wherever. I close the large shutter door and walk back over to Alex.
“He is one hell of a broken man,” I say.
“I know, I feel sorry for him,” Alex replies.
“If he can help us though, it might just give him something to think about.” I smile. “Maybe there’s more to him than this gambling crap.”
“I have a feeling you might be right. He will definitely be useful,” Alex says.
We walk to the back of the warehouse. Another shutter door is open, and we see Bell and Brooke standing and looking around.
“What have you found?” I ask curiously.
Bell turns excitedly. “We’ve almost finished doing the interior decoration already,” she says.
“Steady on. Mike, the builder, has to check it out first,” I reply.
“It’s huge though. Mikey must have spent a fortune on it,” Bell says.
Alex puts his arm around Brooke and pulls her closer to him. “So, what do you think?”
“It’s cool, but I prefer what we will have,” she says, rubbing her silver cross.
“Me too, that place is special.”
“Mikey says there is somewhere out back that is ideal for an apartment,” I say.
“Wow, you move fast,” Bell says. She gives a blushed face to Alex.
Alex and Brooke start laughing wildly. “If you think that’s fast, just wait until Mike the builder gets his guys in place,” Brooke says.
We walk toward the back of the building. We see a smaller roller shutter door. I pull on the chain. The door slowly opens and we move outside.
“I think Mikey may have understated this space,” I say.
We stand and look at the private courtyard. A large steel gate sits in an archway that leads through the building. It’s evident this was offices before. But three floors, although not huge by any standard, it still gives the impression of a brownstone in New York.
“Shall we go inside?” I ask, now eager to see. I jangle the keys. Bell and Brooke snatch the keys and run to the door.
“I will be jealous,” Alex says.
“At the end of the day Alex, it’s still all yours.” I smile. “And Brooke’s!”
“No, this is something you and Bell earned. I will make sure that whatever documents are needed are drawn up. So, this will be yours,” Alex explains.
“I have no idea what to say,” I reply.
“How about, ‘Thanks, Boss!’”
“Thanks Boss!!!”
“A nugget of gold can be found in any pile of rubble.”
Bell
“Camping is not a date, it’s a test of your endurance.”
Alex and Brooke left us at the hotel. They had gone out for a romantic evening, or something along those lines. I am still excited about the apartment we had looked at, well, it was not really what you would call an apartment. It was slightly more than that. Wowsers!
It was basically as good as two homes. Two that spanned over the archway. The ground floor was only two rooms and good for storage and whatever else. It was upstairs that had teased my appetite. It could easily be a house; not a one or two-bedroom house, but a four-bedroom one. On the second floor, there were rooms to match, space for a living room, space for a study, and space for this and that.
I am in love with it already. Brent hadn’t even mentioned anything about moving in together. It was an assumption we both had, I guess.
“Oh Brent, did you see it? Wasn’t it just fantastic?” I say pulling on his arm.
“It was very nice. Yes, it would just take a little bit of work and would need bathrooms, and maybe a kitchen fitted,” I think.
“Yes, but Mike the builder could have that done in record time,” I say.
We will have to wait until he gets here, and then we’ll know,
” Brent replies.
“You’re such a killjoy.”
“It sounds like you would move in now if you had the choice,” Brent adds, now laughing.
I kick off my boots. “I lived in a bike gang’s clubhouse for months, so somewhere like that is heaven.”
“You do know, they say, you should visit somewhere at different times of the day to get a feel for it,” Brent explains.
I look at him, puzzled. “What are you saying?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to go and camp out for the evening,” he asks.
“You mean, go and sleep in the new place?” I ask.
“Yeah, why not? It would be fun,” Brent says. He gives me a kind, sexy smile.
“We would have to take a blanket or something… and some food and drink,” I say.
“We can stop off somewhere and get that, it’s not a problem,” Brent replies.
With excitement, I rush into the bedroom and pack a few things that we will need. It will be like a mini vacation… interior camping.
“I am ready,” I say.
“Geez, there’s no holding you back, is there?” he replies. I give him a look of frustration.
“Come on, the quicker we get sorted, the quicker we can get settled in,” I say, desperately trying to hurry Brent up, regardless of his previous words used to tease me.
“I am ready, I’ve written a note for Alex and Brooke, I just need to leave it at reception,” he says.
I step from the elevator as Brent walks over to the desk and hands them the note for Alex. I meet him at the entrance and throw my backpack over my shoulder.
“We need a cab, and we need a shopping mall,” I say.
“Don’t get too carried away,” Brent replies laughing.
“You know what women are like, we just like to make sure,” I reply with a big grin.
“I thought you were special compared to regular women.”
“I am, but I can still be prepared,” I say plainly.
Brent hails a cab and we head to the closest mall to the warehouse. Finding a store that has some simple camping gear is more difficult than we first imagine.
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