2X The Hear

by Nicole Elliot

  “Yes, you will.”

  There wasn’t much else to show on the island, at least not from the road. There were some interesting caves deeper inland, and a small freshwater pond, but nothing too exciting. Or perhaps it was because I had studied every inch of the island, and it no longer excited me. Either way, I wanted to show Sydney every corner of it. But first, we needed to eat and shower.

  Five minutes later I slowed down and left the paved road in favor of a dirt one, following a short road between trees on either side. It had a very southern feel to it; even though the trees were palms. We rounded a corner and my house stood in front of us. Technically it’s the company abode but I had designed it. White with huge pillars and a bright teal door made it feel light and summery, even in the winter.

  I watched Sydney’s mouth make a beautiful little O.

  “There is a system of solar panels on the roof and around the island, so the house is self-sustainable,” I explained, watching those fuck me eyes of hers grow wider. “There’s Wifi, a movie theater, you name it. A perfect weekend house.”

  “I would say so,” Sydney agreed.

  I pulled the car in front of the circular drive way and helped her out. Then we walked to the house. “Go ahead, it’s open,” I encouraged.

  She opened the door, as I brought in the basket and wine. Inside, the house was cool and freshly cleaned, just how I liked it, which reminded to me to leave an extra tip for the staff.

  “What was it that you do again?” she asked.

  “I have a business consulting firm. Well, maybe around a hundred of them, all over the world. Maybe it’s two hundred already, I’ve lost track.”

  “Not a bad thing, in this case.”

  “Not at all.”

  She walked around some more, and then joined me in the kitchen. I was cutting fruit.

  She said, “You must be one hell of a business consultant.”

  “Me? No, but I’m good at finding them.”

  “I see.”

  I noticed something was bothering her. “Are you okay? Having second thoughts?”

  “A bit too late for that, but no. I’m fine.”

  “You can talk to me. There is no one around here for a thousand-miles radius.”

  But she didn’t reply. “I think I need to take a shower,” she said. “Real quick.”

  “It’s up the stairs and to your left. There’s towels and all.” I didn’t want to push her. I realized this wasn’t a normal situation and decided it was better to let her get used to it, as she grew comfortable.

  Hell I hadn’t ever bought a girl before either. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was, except for one thing, I couldn’t wait to get her into my bed.

  She wandered and away and I watched her hips sway. I remembered what they felt like, riding my cock in the plane. Damn. I needed her again.

  I waited a few minutes before I decided to join her.

  Upstairs, the door to the bathroom was left ajar, and I heard water running inside.

  So she knew what she wanted too.

  Good.

  Because I was going to give it to her.

  Hard.

  Chapter 12

  Sydney

  I was standing in front of the mirror, still in my dress, waiting for him. He came up from behind me and unzipped the back. We just had sex in the plane, but I was ready for round two, I hoped he was too.

  Apparently me being practically celibate for months, had made me hornier than ever.

  I watched his eyes darken as he pulled down my dress. He turned me around and held my face in the palm of his hand, while his other hand slipped behind my back.

  “You’re worth every penny.” He tasted my tongue, and I played with his, biting and licking his lips.

  He had gotten rid of his blazer and was only wearing a shirt and a thin tie. I untied it slowly, teasing him, and dropped it to the floor. I began unbuttoning his shirt.

  He kissed my chest, and unclasped my bra. Leaning down he kissed my neck, his tongue tickling my skin. I shivered, and felt my nipples harden against his chest.

  He lifted me onto the bathroom countertop and kneeled before me. He kissed my thighs, and I trembled under his lips.

  I whispered, “Take them off…”

  He slipped a finger around the lace edge of my panties and pulled them down, teasing me as he went. Finally they fell to the floor and his tongue found my pussy.

  “So sweet,” he murmured against my mound. I was taking in deep breaths, my fingers running through his hair, controlling him. His hands were around my thighs, squeezing gently. Then he slipped a finger inside. Then another. And then a third. He pumped me with his fingers while his tongue continued to lick and suck my clit again and again.

  “Owen, oh my God, that feels so good!”

  He continued to thrust again and again, but just as I was on the edge of orgasm he removed his hand and lips from my pussy.

  “What are you doing?” I was so close!

  “You’re not coming that easy. Remember, I own you.”

  Fuck, that was hot.

  I liked that I was his.

  His lips never left my body, as he began going up, kissing my stomach and my breasts, my neck and my lips. I used my foot to take off his boxers, and then my right hand to first stroke, and guided his cock into the entrance of my pussy.

  He started slow, and went deeper and deeper with each thrust. My lips were on his neck, I was biting him slightly. I put my left hand on his ass and forced his cock to go harder into my wet pussy.

  Deeper.

  I needed more of him.

  I moaned, and that turned Owen on even more. His thrusts became stronger, and his giant cock rubbed my g-spot with every stroke.

  “Yes Sydney, fuck your pussy is so tight.”

  He pushed again and again, cupping my ass in his hands. He lifted me off the counter and I rode him hard, bouncing in his arms. I couldn’t take any more. My orgasm began to crash through my body.

  “Yes baby,” he said as he shut his eyes and I felt his seed fill me.

  I could barely breathe, or think. I was in shambles.

  Falling apart in his arms.

  Slipping into the best sex coma I’d ever had.

  Chapter 13

  Sydney

  I woke up in Owen’s bed, exhausted, but warm and relaxed. Sunlight was filling the room, and through the cracked open window I felt light breeze. Seagulls were screaming over crashing waves, and for a brief moment I forgot where I was, expecting to find myself in a hotel room of some resort.

  Reality was much better. Owen’s master bedroom was the biggest I had ever seen, with more paintings on its walls and odd sculptures in the corners. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall with tall speakers on either side of it. The bed itself seemed to be as big as my room back home!

  How in the hell did I get so lucky?

  I turned, and saw Owen still asleep, his body half-covered by a bedsheet. I considered sneaking downstairs, because I was thirsty, and letting him sleep a little longer, but the sight of his body turned me on. I would die of thirst before leaving his naked body in bed without getting some first.

  I put my hand under the sheet and gently grabbed his cock. I felt it twitch in response. He opened one eye and yawned groggily.

  “Ready to go this morning, are we?”

  “Only if you are.”

  “Baby, I’m always ready.”

  He was right, his cock was already hardening in my hand. I climbed on top of him, still kissing his face, and he slipped into me. Deep and strong. I moaned and bit my lip. He held me tight, one hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my back. I felt his fingers squeezing my skin, and I loved it.

  I moved back and forth, not getting enough. I wanted it deeper, longer.

  Finally, we rolled over, and he was on top of me, moving inside me, his lips on my neck. I dug into his back, scratching it, moving together with him, watching him sweat, my body tense and pulsing. I held onto his biceps,
as he went slower and deeper with each thrust, making me feel every inch of his cock.

  Fuck he was huge!

  It felt so good.

  He slowed down and leaned in to kiss my neck. His stubble tickled me, in the best way possible. His hand was on my breast, playing with my nipple. I wanted more. I held onto his neck as he kissed my chest, and my breasts. He reached down then, his strong hand sliding down my belly.

  His fingers found my clit and began rubbing it gently, up and down. He certainly knew what he was doing. I moaned from pleasure and moved with him, feeling him thrusting with passion and force, and his fingers were getting me closer and closer to sweet climax.

  I came first, almost screaming, my body shuddering, as he kept fucking me, harder, making me come again.

  “I want your cum…” I whispered into his ear.

  He didn’t reply, he only slowed down a little.

  I pushed him back, and reached down. I took his cock in my hand, and stroked it, watching Owen close his eyes. His hands were holding my legs up, fingers squeezing my thighs. My hand moved back and forth, until he came on my breasts.

  “Fuck Sydney!”

  His body shuddered the way mine had just moments before. He grunted and leaned forward. I took his face and kissed it, my other hand still stroking his cock.

  “You get what you paid for,” I whispered against his lips.

  He took a shower, alone this time while I laid in bed listening to the ocean’s sounds.

  “I’m making you breakfast,” he said, with just a towel wrapped around his hips.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I threw on my bathrobe, and joined him in the kitchen, where he was making pancakes. I climbed onto a chair at the counter and watched him.

  “We’re out of whipped cream, but there’s plenty of maple syrup,” he said. “And we have some raspberries left over from yesterday.”

  “I love pancakes,” I replied.

  Now that I’d come down from my high, I started thinking. The past day had been so surreal, I couldn’t believe any of this had really been happening. Things were moving fast. Too fast. It was one of the reasons Owen attracted me so much – the way he got what he wanted, no matter how crazy or ridiculous it sounded. And it was exactly the thing that scared me. Was he honest with me?

  Did he really like me, or was I just another peak for him to climb? Another conquest to chat about with his buddies? I had met men like that, who had been with me for the bragging rights.

  Owen was totally one of those guys and if I wasn’t careful, I’d just be another notch on his bedpost. But this was business, wasn’t it?

  The connection between us felt real.

  Too real.

  Besides, I had to remind myself that I was here for Declan. I was on a mission! Or had been, before the plane.

  The island.

  All the sex.

  I was falling for Owen, and that made me feel terrible. What right did I have to have all this, when my brother was back home, sick and alone? I didn’t deserve this!

  “Are you okay?” Owen asked. “I thought you said you loved pancakes, but I can make something else.”

  “No, of course not. You’re wonderful. Too good, in fact.” I looked aside, trying my best not to break down, not to show him my weakness.

  He sat the pan aside and walked around the counter and stood next to me, a little too close. I could feel the warmth of his body. Just one tug at that towel and he’d be naked.

  I could have him right here in the kitchen if I wanted.

  He put a hand on my face and made me look at him. My eyes were wet.

  I was being ridiculous.

  “What is it?” he asked, concerned.

  I couldn’t keep it together any longer. I hugged him and hid my face in his chest, tears streaming down my face. It felt good to finally let go, to finally relax. Crying helped. It’d been so long since I had broken down like that.

  I had to be strong.

  For Declan.

  And before him, for Mom.

  “It’ll be fine,” he said, putting my arms around me and stroking my hair. “Don’t worry, Sydney, I’ve got you.”

  I cried for a few minutes, until my throat was dry and tears would no longer come. I was embarrassed at first, but he was so good, so caring, that I forgot all about it and just let myself be vulnerable.

  When I finally caught my breath and wiped my eyes, I said, “Thank you. I needed that, apparently more than I realized.”

  He nodded once. “Tell me, what’s going on? I’ll do whatever I can to make you not want to cry like that again Sydney, just let me help.”

  I was silent for a long moment, deciding whether or not I could make this last small leap of faith in him. I had only known him a day.

  But I had to tell him the truth. It helped that we were on an island, I realized. Owen had said there was no one around in a mile radius, so nobody was watching. No one would know my secrets.

  No one but Owen.

  After a few more minutes of doubt, I said, “It’s my brother, Declan.”

  “Is he alright?”

  “No.” I tried to force on a smile, and couldn’t. It pained me to speak about it, as if suddenly Declan’s illness was becoming more real than it was.

  Owen was motionless, frowning, waiting patiently for me to speak, before asking any more questions.

  I took my time.

  “It’s cancer, of all things. Kind of cliché, I know, but…” I shrugged. The tears were clouding my vision again. “I don’t know what to do. I shouldn’t be here. I thought… I thought I was doing this for him. I thought I was on a mission for my brother! But it just feels like I’m doing this for myself. Like I’m taking a vacation from him. I’m being so ridiculous.”

  “No, no, you’re not.” He was dead serious, as if the news hit him just as hard as it had hit me when I first heard it. “I think you are very brave, and selfless. It takes balls to do what you did, Sydney. If I knew from the start, I wouldn’t have made you come here. I’m sorry.” He kissed her.

  “Don’t be,” I said. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

  “Neither have you.” I looked out the windows, at the beach in the distance, thinking. He said, “Do you want to go back to Chicago?”

  “No. That’s the problem.”

  “I see. I have another idea, and I’m not sure how you will take it, so… Either way. I really enjoyed our time together. I know it was short, but I feel really good when I’m with you, and I don’t just mean the sex.”

  “Although that doesn’t hurt, does it?” For the first time, I could smile.

  “Hell no it doesn’t. So, what would you say if I offered you to stay here with me for a while longer?”

  The idea excited me, which is why it hurt so much to refuse. I was speechless for a moment, then said, “I’d love to, Owen, really, but I can’t. I have work, and I can’t afford to miss any more days. I have to take care of Declan!”

  “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll call your work right now and handle it. And don’t worry about Declan. Just stay here, and I’ll take care of it. I have friends at the Mayo Clinic. And let me worry about the bills. It’s not a big deal.”

  “What do you get in exchange?”

  Chapter 14

  Owen

  “Thirty days, all the sex I want. No strings attached. You stay, I pay for everything. You never have to worry about your brother’s treatments again.”

  I held Sydney’s hands in mine, waiting for her reply.

  I knew this whole proposition was insane, but maybe the island was good for us.

  For both of us.

  I could run from the DA and she could get a break from taking care of her sick brother.

  Fucking cancer, why couldn’t they just find a cure for it already?

  Whenever I did get back to the States I was going to knock some heads at some pharmaceutical companies. Young kids didn’t need that shit in their lives.

  Finall
y, after minutes of contemplating it, she said, “I want you to promise me. If you are serious about this, Owen, you have to promise. This is not a joke. This is my family.”

  “I promise you. I will take care of it. Will you stay with me for a little longer?”

  She nodded and fell into my arms again.

  Thank God for money.

  “Now, let’s eat some pancakes and then I’ll make a few calls and get this all taken care of.”

  She smiled at me. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  +++

  “How do you feel about boats?” I asked, munching on what was left of our breakfast a couple days later. We were sitting outside on the veranda enjoying the weather.

  “You have a boat? What am I saying, of course you have a boat! I haven’t been on one for years, but I’m totally game.”

  “I have three boats, actually.” Business had been good. “And how do you feel about hiking?”

  “Not right after this ginormous breakfast, but I love it! I grew up outside Springfield, and we used to go camping every other weekend with our parents.”

  “They’re not with you anymore?” I asked on a hunch.

  She looked up at me, but she didn’t look angry about the question. “No, not for some time. What gave it away?”

  “You had that look on your face when you mentioned them. I used to see the same expression in the mirror when my folks passed away.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Me too. Accident when I was fifteen. You?”

  “Mom was cancer. Dad just kind of bailed after that. I don’t think he could look at us kids. He’s around, but not actually there, ya know?”

  I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure what that felt like.

  “So boats,” I added awkwardly, trying to move the conversation forward.

  “Yes tell me all about your boats!”

  +++

  In the afternoon, we got dressed and set out for our little hiking trip. I sent a maid out to buy some clothes for Sydney. Yoga pants looked good on her.