by S. Cook
Too much to bear...
“Brian!” I cried out his name over and over but he wouldn’t stop.
My eyes shut tight, I felt him push another finger inside to join the first, wrenching another shrill cry from my lips. I felt completely at his mercy as he began to stroke me deep inside, sawing his fingers and then pulling them out to run their slickened length over my vulva. Then he pushed in again, using slow, steady sweeps that formed a pounding rhythm. He chose that moment to press his thumb against my clit and I instantly lost all hold on reason.
I was finally vanquished by the bulky bombardment that was pleasure at Brian’s hands and lips. My body was on fire, hardly doused by Brian’s tongue, wet and fast, flicking against my clit insistently. There was only one outcome: my instantaneous combustion.
I came hot and hard against his mouth and fingers; out of control, spasm after spasm blasting through me in waves. I heard the distant sound of babbling and in a moment of clarity I realized that was me. My shattered fragments seemed to find their way back in form of my trembling frame.
Brian lifted slowly from the cleft between my thighs and I felt his lips ghost over my breast, my collarbone then close to my lips. I turned readily and met his tracing mouth with mine. I heard his groan as I hungrily dipped my tongue deep to taste more of myself inside the warm heat of his mouth. I felt one with him in that moment.
He didn’t seem in a rush, taking time to kiss me all over my face and neck until my shivers subsided to an infrequent twitch of muscle in my lower limbs. For long minutes we didn’t speak but our eyes kept communicating.
I didn’t think I’d ever get over that smoldering look he had, that turned those piercing eyes to blue flame. His hair was in perfect disarray around his impossibly handsome face. But he was still dressed.
I needed to see all of him.
There he lay up against the pillows, and it was too much to resist. I forgot about my habitual shyness, hands reaching for his clothes. His brows arched questioningly as I sat up on my side.
“Let me touch you,” I explained, my eyes seeming to ask him if he thought he could get away with tossing me off a cliff of pleasure and not expect payback.
A half-smile crossed his lips, only to fade as for every inch of his body I uncovered, I bathed it in wet, hot kisses. I felt his massive shudder and daren’t let myself chicken out. I could only act on intuition, imagining he’d like to be licked here, or nibbled there. My teeth gently found his nipple once I’d helped tug his shirt over his head. Once my mouth grazed over that small, sensitive dark pink nub, Brian groaned and fisted his hand in my hair.
I looked up at him and was seared by the agonized desire on his face. Now he knew how I’d felt. Beyond bold now, I played with his nipples for endless moments more. My hand reached down his powerfully cut abs until I brushed over the rigid length of him. A liquid heat rushed down my inner thighs at the evidence of his utter masculinity. I grabbed him, stroking him through his jeans. The way he responded to my merest touch had my pussy drenching itself once more.
Draping myself over him, I let my breasts swing forward to scrape his torso. The tingling that ensued almost capsized us both.
“Fuck, Lydia,” Brian swore, his jaw grinding.
I licked on my lips and smiled, glad to see him lose that much control. And I was intent that before the night was through, I’d make him lose far much more.
Once I had him naked beneath me, I couldn’t help but take several moments to stare. All of him was rock hard and beautiful. Particularly where he was throbbing and rearing in need of me. I grasped him in both hands and he seemed to dwarf my small hands. His cock seemed like an entity unto itself, thick and long and so hard.
“Do you want my mouth on your cock?” I asked, voice breathless from awe and lust.
“Desperately,” he groaned.
I had no cause for doubting his response, not with his shaft and broad crown almost purple from the swell of blood vessels running the length of him. Smiling delightedly, I crawled in between his legs. The room had grown slightly cool, but I felt sure my warm mouth would provide a delicious contrast.
My movements were slow, yet determined. It wouldn’t do to rush this; not when every piece of Brian’s bare skin deserved to be relished.
I started off with teasing licks around his cockhead and length, not yet closing my lips around him while still never drawing away. My tongue danced and flattened on him, tasting his manly drips that beaded from his tip. I mewled at his delicious flavor, hungry for more. My eyes sought his as I cupped his heavy, hot stem and sac. His pants of encouragement had my head reeling. I flattened my tongue against base and licked my way up to the crown.
Brian muttered something between my name and a curse.
My eyes twinkled with desire.
Done with teasing, I didn’t bother with anymore prepping but simply plunged my mouth down over Brian’s shaft. Engulfed in wetness and warmth, his cock seemed to swell and pound within my stretched lips.
Taking his cue from when he’d pleasured me earlier, I ensured that I stayed attentive to his facial expressions, his body language; his sounds of pleasure and torment. Many times I could feel him holding back from exploding inside my mouth and throat as I sucked him down, deep.
My head bobbed for several minutes in an unbroken tempo as I massaged his balls with my fingertips. I had no clue where I’d learned it all; I only knew it felt good, and that Brian had no complaints judging by his hands forking through my hair, urging and guiding.
The closer I pushed him to the edge the harder he fought for control – which made me all the more determined to bolster my efforts. I almost wanted to smile when finally, Brian seemed incapable of resisting the magnetic force of my lips, wrapping tight around him; my head, bobbing low until I stretched wide, taking all of him – down to the hilt.
“Aaaaaah fuck! Lydia!”
Brian’s hips thrust forward the same instant I felt him flood my throat.
I drank him down, glad he hadn’t thought to try and pull out but gave me every warm, salty-sweet drop. I swallowed and swallowed, my throat muscles milking him.
Humming appreciatively, I licked him clean and kissed my way back up his gorgeous trunk to rest my body atop his heaving chest. His arms closed around me and he hoisted me up and caught my lips in a kiss of possessive passion.
I couldn’t think past this moment; didn’t need to. I only knew I’d count the hours until Brian could be mine completely, when he could claim me in the entirety.
Chapter 13: Lydia
Palm trees swayed in the serene morning breeze. I awoke and stared at the window from my bedroom, wondering why I’d never noticed just how lushly beautiful the view was. Everything seemed doubly vivid and awesome and there was no need guessing the reason.
I stretched luxuriantly, remembered Brian’s hands and mouth on mine. I bit on my lip hard, trying not to smile foolishly as I thought of how his silk-on-steel cock had felt when it had erupted deep inside my throat. I never wanted to forget how he’d tasted; his intoxicating scent and texture.
I’d felt him leave my bed in the early hours of the morning. He’d held me through the night and I remembered reaching down for him, feeling his hardness throbbing with demandingly rigid heat. I had looked up questioningly at him in the dimness, but he’d only kissed my forehead and pulled my hand up to rest against his chest, murmuring, “Rest now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I had snuggled back into him, part of me wondering at his restraint yet understanding why he might want us to wait before taking our passion to a further conclusion. There were so many loose ends, questions, and truths. We’d iron things out eventually, I had no doubts. For now, I felt as ready to be patient as he obviously could.
I found Brian’s note saying he’d meet me by the pool I normally frequented which was closest to my hotel. Once I’d showered and dressed, my stomach began to growl and remembered not bothering to have any dinner the night before. Knowing Brian was waiting made
me hurry even more. Also, I couldn’t wait for him to see my surprise.
“Damn,” Brian said in deep appreciation when I showed up at the kidney-shaped pool. I was clad in a revealing swim-suit with splashes of tropical colors and design that I could tell he recognized. His grin of admiration widened and I caught that tell-tale gleam of desire that brought the tremor to my knees. I quickly took my seat beside him, my cheeks hot as I felt conscious of no one else’s gaze but his.
“So, you actually bought it,” he noted, the pleased chuckle in his voice telling me he remembered the swimsuit from that day in the boutique where he’d suggested I get it for myself.
“You know, Brian,” I began thoughtfully as I picked up a glass of orange juice from the tray of food I found waiting, “You’ve managed to break down pretty much all of my former inhibitions. I’m feeling truly alive for the first time and you know what? I love it.” I beamed and leaned in to kiss his lips without a thought.
To my delight, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me even closer for a deeper, fiercer kiss. When we pulled apart my lips felt swollen, claimed. Food became forgotten in those few moments our eyes held with passionate remembrance from the night before.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, staring deep into my eyes. “Sweet like sunshine. And the sexiest woman I’ve ever had the honor to call mine. You are mine, aren’t you?”
“All yours,” I responded with breathy conviction, not peeling my gaze from his. My words made his grin flash white and swift across his face.
“Now, eat. Either that or I’ll be giving into the urge to carry you up to the room and continue from where we left off last night,” he growled.
I drew my hand from his with a playful expression. “My body’s saying yes, but my stomach says no. I suggest maybe a dunk in the pool to cool you off?”
“Okay. It’s not going to help much, but okay,” he said, laughing deeply as he rose to stride to the deep end of the pool.
My eyes roamed over his body clad in nothing but a pair of navy blue trunks. My hand paused on its way lifting a piece of fresh bagel to my mouth as I admired every bronzed inch of Brian’s body. His top half was broad and sculpted, tapering into lean, manly thighs and calves. My view of his ass made me almost shed tears at the beauty of him. My nipples hardened impossibly beneath my bikini and deep in the juncture of my thighs, a simmering began. Damn but he was fine, I thought, still marveling that I’d caught the attention and love of a god like Brian.
He plunged into the pool with a knife-like precision and I murmured to myself, “Show off,” even as I smiled goofily, chewing on my food. To hell with right or wrong, I thought even as a pang of unease hit me.
Brian was everything I realized was missing in my life, and no one could take that away from me. Once we worked out how we could be together, I’d take it from there. On my end there was Theo, my parents and the issue of long distance between here and the United States, but we’d work it out.
After he did some laps in the pool, I watched him swim to the shallow end where he helped a chubby little girl in curls and a colorful float out of the pool before handing her to her hovering mother who smiled her thanks.
He returned to my side and grabbed the towel I handed to him. “So you’re doubling as a lifeguard today, huh?” I said in amusement. “What other duties do you have in store, if I may ask?”
Brian patted himself dry, before tossing aside the towel. “Making you happy. Seeing you smile,” he said soberly. “I hope I never lose the ability to do that.”
“You couldn’t if you tried,” I said with assurance, now equally sober. We shared that moment where the world seemed to stand still again. Brian made me drunk and I never wanted to get down from this high. If this was what it meant to lose oneself in another, then I was ready to forget about ever finding myself. Nothing could ever come between us.
My eyes caught sight of a familiar figure moving just beyond Brian’s shoulder. He was dressed in a power suit, his strides purposeful as he headed for the resort’s central lobby. There was no mistaking his identity and I felt flooded with an instant, almost crippling panic.
“Oh no! He’s back,” I gasped.
Theo.
He was sure to go by my lounge chair and spot me. Without thinking, I jumped to my feet. “Theo can’t see us together. I have to go.”
Brian frowned, taking in the scene in moments as he glanced over his shoulder at the advancing figure. Then he turned back to me. “And running off would be a good idea how? Lydia, you don’t have to be afraid. I can handle this. Handle him,” he said, rising to his feet.
My eyes widened in alarm and I hissed, “No, Brian, please.” I gathered up my things hurriedly, my eyes imploring. “We’ll talk later. Just please, let’s not cause a scene okay?”
He watched in frustration as I made to leave. He grasped my elbow for a brief moment as if to stop me.
I said softly, “We’ll talk later. I promise.”
Brian looked like he would have said more, but then his lips went into a thin line and he nodded, letting me go. Not a moment too soon, I fled, leaving Brian with a look on his face like he wanted to swipe the tray of breakfast off the table in a fury.
***
Theo reached the reception in the lobby and turned in surprise when I suddenly appeared behind him, dressed in a skimpy bikini. His eyebrows shot up, an appreciative grin crossing his face.
“Theo, you’re back!” I said, my smile forced. Did my voice sound too breathless? I tried not to think as Theo drew me into his arms.
“I finally was able to wrap things up just in time. And since we still had a few more days left of our vacation, I decided to rejoin you,” he said, eyes lingering over me from head to foot and making me flush. “I meant it as a surprise, but it seems I’m the one getting the unexpected treat. You look deliciously tempting I must say.”
I stood somewhat stiffly in his embrace, wishing I could pull away. Theo didn’t seem to care about the spectacle we might be making. “I was thinking of lying by the pool and maybe having a swim. Then I thought I spotted you. You really should have told me you were coming, Theo. I was even thinking of leaving first thing tomorrow.”
“Oh, there’ll be no need for that,” he told me, keeping his arm around my waist as he turned to the receptionist. “Now that I’m here.”
“Um, Theo, I changed to a smaller room when you left,” I cut in hastily before Theo could speak to the person waiting to attend to him behind the desk.
Theo turned to me with a surprised look. “Why? I thought you liked the suite.”
I shrugged nervously. “It felt so big.”
Theo frowned. “I feel like such a jerk leaving you on your own the way I did. But I’m here now, and we’ll make the best of the next few days. You’ll move back to the suite now that I’m back, of course.”
I bit hard on my bottom lip, my expression helpless. “There’s actually something I need to talk to you about.”
“Can it wait?” Theo said with a smile. “I just flew several hours to get here and right now I need a cold shower and a hot meal.”
“Oh. Yes, of course. I’m being inconsiderate, I’m sorry,” I said guiltily. It took only minutes to get the key to our old suite and I followed Theo up while my mind swirled. I hadn’t expected this to happen so soon but it couldn’t be avoided. Theo’s appearance had caught me off guard and now I felt like a lamb walking heedlessly to slaughter as I went into the sumptuous suite with him.
I sat on the edge of the bed, chewing my nails nervously while Theo took a shower. All my well thought out speeches seemed to have escaped my head. I could hardly think of my next move.
When Theo returned to the room, a towel wrapped around his waist I sprang to my feet. The white of his grin flashed across his handsome face as he viewed me and I cursed the fact I was still dressed in the skimpy bikini.
“Much as you look good enough to eat, baby, I hope you ordered me some brunch?” Theo asked.
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sp; “Oh, no. I forgot,” I said, feeling stupid. I looked away hastily from the side of his broadly muscled torso, wondering why he suddenly seemed so menacing. I’d never really been afraid or nervous around him before and yet now he made me uncomfortable.
“You know, you’re right. The last thing I want right now is food,” he said, voice deepening with arousal. Before I could think of what he was up to, he’d reached out to grab my arm and tug me hard against his muscular frame. “I think I’d much rather nibble on you.”
I felt his burgeoning hardness digging into my belly and I pushed against him, horrified by the gleaming intent I saw in his eyes. Just imagining him touching me in that way made my skin start to crawl.
“What’s the matter?” he asked worriedly, even as he smiled. “Still mad I left? I promised to make it up to you, honey.”
His fingers reached for the strap on my shoulder and I didn’t think before moving his hand away. At his frown, I finally broke out of his hold and stepped back. I exhaled heavily.
“Theo, I meant it when I said we needed to talk,” I said as calmly as I could. I pushed a nervous hand through my hair and glanced out of the double doors leading out to a balcony where the sounds of lapping ocean could be heard. Drawing in a deep breath again, I turned once more to face the quizzical looking Theo.
“It’s very important that I iron this out with you right now. It’s about us.” I hugged my arms around me as I forced myself not to look away from his narrowed gaze.
“Theo, for a long time I’ve been having doubts whether we’re together for the right reasons. Everyone else seemed to expect us to end up in marriage and as a couple and yet...I’ve always wondered if that was what I really wanted. Now I think I’ve finally worked out what’s best for me. For both of us – because we can’t keep living a lie.”
Theo’s gaze seemed to slowly darken. “Just what are you really getting at, Lydia?”
“That I’m breaking up with you,” I said bravely. “I can’t do this anymore. Not having a choice, simply going with the flow because I didn’t care enough to rock the boat. I don’t love you, Theo. And it was unfair of me thinking you deserved someone that couldn’t give you one hundred per cent back what you were worth.”