Sunny and 75 (Volume 1)

by Metal, Scarlett

  I stood up and undid my shorts, my eyes never leaving hers. I kicked them off and then knelt back on the bed between her legs. I reached across her and opened my nightstand drawer to grab a condom. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I was going to explode all over the bed.

  “Can I put it on?” She asked.

  I nodded and handed it to her. She ripped it open with her teeth and then took my cock in her hands. Her soft hands felt amazing. She rolled it onto me, going agonizingly slow.

  When she reached the base of my cock, she laid back and started to guide it into her with one hand. I closed my eyes and forced myself to go slow when I really wanted to flip her over and ram into her from behind.

  “Aiden, don’t go slow. Don’t tease me. Fuck me. Hard.” My eyes flew open and I threw all restraint out the window. I gripped her hips hard and rammed into her, making her slide up on the bed.

  “Like that?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat.

  “Yes,” she panted and threw her head back. I dipped my head down and dragged my teeth along her throat. I growled and pulled out of her, rolling her onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly onto her knees and thrust into her from behind. I loved this position; I could get so deep.

  I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of hair, thankful she’d left it down tonight. I gave it a slight tug towards me and she moaned deep in her throat. I was thrilled to see she liked it a little rough. I pulled harder and smacked her ass, hard enough to make it sting a little bit. She whimpered and buried her head in the pillow, pulling at my sheets. Her reaction only turned me on more.

  I let go of her hair and reached around to find her clit. She was already fingering it, but I wanted to be the one to make her come. I pushed her hand away and she moaned in disappointment. I quickly replaced it with my own, teasing the swollen bud. I took my other hand and dragged my nails down her back slightly, with enough pressure so she could feel it.

  “I’m going to come, Aiden,” she panted. “So hard.”

  “Me too, princess. You’re so tight and warm. You feel so good,” I growled, ramming hard against her, the sound of my balls slapping against her ass spurring me on.

  “Now! I’m coming now!” She screamed as the walls of her pussy pulsed around my cock, milking it. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I threw my head back with a roar and joined her in her bliss.

  We collapsed together on the bed, our bodies sweaty and our limbs intertwined so it was hard to see where one person started and the other ended.

  “I’ve never been fucked like that – ever,” she said, her voice a little hoarse from all of her screams. I suspected when I was done with her she might not be able to talk for days. Or maybe not even be able to walk. I went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and then came back to join her on the bed. I pulled her close, her body fitting perfectly next to mine.

  “That’s too bad,” I said, kissing her temple and rubbing her arm with my hand. “Although it makes me feel good to know that. It’s a guy thing.”

  She laughed and threw a leg across my waist. “So you’re keeping me until you have to go to work in a few days?”

  “Mmhmm,” I grinned at her. “I’m not even letting you out for food. I’ll get it and bring it to you. Luckily your place is nearby, so if you need something from it, I might let you go get that, but otherwise, you’re my prisoner.”

  “Your sex slave?” she teased with a giggle.

  “That sounds even better.” For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the urge to run from a girl after I was sexually satisfied. In fact, I only wanted more of her. She was like a drug and I was definitely becoming addicted.

  “For now, let's sleep a little,” I suggested, wrapping myself around her even tighter.

  “Sleep? You don’t need a shower first?” She asked, looking a little surprised.

  “Why would I? Unless you want to play in there.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her suggestively.

  “Ugh, my ex fucked my head up so bad,” she sighed.

  “What do you mean?” I was curious as to what she meant.

  “He always insisted on a shower after sex. He thought it was gross to go to sleep without getting cleaned up first,” she confessed.

  The more I was learning about this guy, the less I liked him.

  “That’s crazy,” I rolled my eyes. “I love lying with you like this, all sweaty and messy from sex. I think it’s sexy.”

  She smiled shyly at me. “I do too.”

  “Good.” I kissed her lips. “Now sleep. You’ll need your strength in a bit.”

  ***

  We drifted off to sleep and soon I was having the best dream. Julia was on her knees with my cock in her mouth, her dark hair fanned all around me. It was so wet and warm and felt so real.

  I opened my eyes to discover it was actually happening. There was nothing hotter than a woman waking a man up by giving him a blowjob. I’d hit the jackpot.

  I groaned as her tongue slid over the sensitive underside of my shaft and she looked up at me. “Good, you’re awake,” she smiled before flicking out her tongue to catch a drop of pre-cum from the tip.

  “And what a way to wake up,” I reached for her hair, moving it aside so I could watch her. I wanted to see my dick slide in and out of that pretty little mouth.

  She continued to work me, using her tongue, hands, and mouth. She even stopped to suck on my balls. I seriously must have died and gone to heaven.

  “I want you to come in my mouth,” she whispered between flicks of her tongue.

  I grunted out my consent and she took me into her mouth, all the way until my cock hit the back of her throat. She opened up for me without even gagging and fucked me with her mouth. My hands were buried in her hair, guiding her movements.

  “I’m so close, princess. I’m going to cum in that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” I murmured.

  She nodded and moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my balls tingle. I pumped into her before holding her in place so I could release deep in the back of her throat. She swallowed me eagerly, taking every last drop I gave her and sucking me dry. Shit.

  I pulled her up to me, kissing her passionately. I could taste my saltiness on her. She was so fucking sexy.

  “Was that good?” She asked as I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me.

  “Ah, yeah,” I replied. “Did you not hear me moan your name when I came?”

  “I did. Maybe you were faking though so I didn’t feel bad.” She gave me a sly smile.

  “Oh hell no, girl,” I replied and flipped her over onto her back. “Now you’re going to be sorry.” I pinned her hands up over her head. “Don’t move those or I won’t let you come. Got it?”

  She nodded and I kissed my way down her body, settling between her legs. I began to lick and suck and tease her until she was whimpering my name over and over again. A few times she started to lift her hands to touch me, but I only had to give her a warning look and she would put them back.

  I made her climax so many times, tears were streaming down her face. My goal had been five orgasms, but I lost count after seven. I kissed my way back up her body, pausing to run my tongue over each nipple. I reached her face and brought my hand up to wipe away the tears. “How was that?” I grinned.

  She shook her head and a sob escaped from her. I had rendered her speechless. I brought my lips to hers so she could taste herself on me again. When she had kissed my face clean, I moved onto my back and brought her with me, snuggling her tight.

  I soon heard her uneven breathing and looked down to see her asleep. All of those orgasms had worn her out. I watched her sleep and it looked like the corners of her mouth were upturned in a slight smile. Hopefully I was the one that put that smile there.

  The sun was peeking through the cracks in the blinds and I glanced over at the clock. It was already ten AM. My stomach started to rumble, but I didn’t want to leave her alone in the bed or wake her up.

  I mana
ged to doze off a while and when I woke up, she was gone. I sat up and looked around in a panic, scared she left me, but then I saw her sandals over in the corner. I heard the toilet flush and rubbed my head with my hand, trying to act cool. I didn’t want her to see how worried I was she had split.

  She came out of the bathroom wearing one of my t-shirts. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and smiled when she saw me awake. “Hey you,” she smiled and my heart fluttered.

  “Hey,” I replied. She wasn’t wearing anything under that t-shirt and I could make out her nipples through the thin fabric.

  She climbed on the bed and knelt behind me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned down to kiss me. “Last night was so amazing,” she whispered in my ear.

  I reached up to clasp her hands in mine. “It was.”

  She sat back on her heels and ran her hands up and down my back. “This tattoo is amazing,” she murmured. “You were in the Marines?”

  I tried not to tense up, but I hated talking about my tattoos. I was usually pretty terse with girls that asked about them and didn’t care what they thought, but Julia was different. I didn’t want to upset her.

  “Yeah,” I said and got up off the bed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t like to talk about it much.” I grabbed my shorts before I went in to the bathroom and shut the door.

  I wasn’t going to talk about it. Not even with her.

  Chapter Seven ~ Julia

  I sat back on the bed and chewed on my nail. I felt bad upsetting him but it was an innocent question. I should have known better after asking him about his other tattoo. He seemed to be sensitive about them.

  I couldn’t help it when I looked at the one on his back. It was one of the most gorgeous tattoos I had ever seen. It was a huge skull that covered his whole back. There were snakes that weaved in and out through the nose and eye sockets. Across the top was the word “MARINES”. The whole thing was in black. In one corner, there were a couple of cobra snakes along with an eagle and an American flag.

  The more I got to know Aiden, the more mysterious he seemed. He was from Chicago but didn’t want to talk about it. He used to be a Marine, but now he worked as a bartender in Punta Cana. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to make him mad. He did things to my body no one had ever done and I didn’t want that to end.

  “Are you hungry?” He asked as he walked out of the bathroom, acting like I never asked him about his tattoo. He had on his shorts now, but was still displaying his fabulous upper body for my viewing pleasure. My nipples hardened beneath his cotton t-shirt. I don’t think I could ever get enough of him.

  My stomach grumbled and I nodded. I guess sex would have to wait. “Starving.”

  He gave me a crooked smile. “Me too.” He glanced at the clock on the small microwave. “I could run and get bagels or something if you want breakfast or we could go to the dining room. It’s up to you.”

  “What about room service?” I asked. I wasn’t ready to leave our little safe cocoon.

  He sat down next to me. “They don’t usually like to deliver it to employees,” he shrugged.

  “What if we went to my place? I’m a guest so they have to.” I grabbed his arm and hugged it to me.

  “Youwant me all to yourself for a little longer?” he slipped a hand up my thigh, dangerously close to my sex. I wasn’t wearing any panties and he could probably feel the heat radiating from my pussy.

  “Something like that,” I managed to say, spreading my legs a little, silently begging him to touch me.

  “Good, cause I want to keep you all to myself too,” he said, turning to kiss me.

  We never did make it to get that late breakfast or even lunch. The most moving we did was to leave the bed for the shower. He even took advantage of me in the small kitchenette when I snuck in there to get a drink of water. I was going to be one of the few people that went to an all-inclusive resort and lost weight from no eating. I guess you could call it the Aiden sex diet.

  We kept things pretty casual the rest of the time, not bringing up the tattoos or home or anything very personal about ourselves. It was nice to be with someone that made me laugh and didn’t take everything so seriously.

  A few times I realized that even though I’d known him for only a few days, I was going to miss him when I left – whenever that was. I had to leave eventually. Didn’t I? Aiden never left, so maybe I didn’t have to either. What would he think if I told him I might stay? Would that freak him out? I wasn’t so stupid to think this was more than anything physical. I wasn’t going to think about it anymore and enjoy the time I had with him. He was a great distraction from the mess I left at home.

  Finally around seven that night he ran out to get us a pizza from the kitchen. I sat alone in his villa and fought the urge to snoop. He was so private and I respected that, but I was so curious to learn more about him.

  I flipped through the channels on the TV to distract me but I didn’t find anything good. When I couldn’t resist any longer, I leaned over and slowly slid the drawer open in the nightstand. I gasped when I saw a picture of a gorgeous girl with raven black hair and piercing blue eyes sitting behind Aiden on a motorcycle. She was smiling big and had her arms around his waist, holding him tight. She was wearing jeans and a black tank top, her arms covered in tattoos.

  When I looked closer, I noticed she had the same tattoo on the inside of her wrist that Aiden has on his wrist. It looked like an “A” on hers though. I realized it was an infinity symbol with each other’s initials on them. His had a “B”.

  Aiden had on a leather jacket and was holding onto her hands, smiling back at her. It was obvious from the way he was looking at her that he adored her. I felt a stab of jealousy; I wanted him to look at me like that.

  My mouth went dry and I shut the drawer quickly. Was she the reason he was hiding here in the Dominican? What had happened? Did she dump him? From the way he froze up when I mentioned anything personal, it couldn’t have been good. Whatever it was, it had hurt him pretty deeply.

  I hugged my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth a little on the bed. I was wearing his t-shirt again but this time I’d stolen a pair of his boxers too. I loved how they smelled like him.

  Could I find a way to casually bring her up? Maybe talking about our exes would work. I shook my head. No, keep it casual. If we talked about things like that, it made this more personal and could bring feelings into it neither of us wanted to face. We have fun and have great sex; let’s keep it at that.

  He finally returned, holding a six-pack of beer and a big pizza box. The smell filled the room and my stomach rumbled. “Thank god you’re back,” I hopped up off the bed and grabbed the pizza from him, taking it over to the counter. I opened it and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. It wasn’t like the pizza back home, but since I couldn’t remember the last time I ate anything, it smelled like heaven.

  “Hello to you too,” he said dryly, bringing the bottles of beer over. He set them next to the pizza and grabbed one. He opened it and took a long drink. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and sighed. “Fuck that’s good.”

  I giggled and tried to lift up a piece of pizza. I dropped it quickly. “Dammit, that’s hot,” I whined.

  He laughed and shook his head. “Have some patience, princess.” He opened another beer and handed it to me. “Have a beer while it cools.”

  I looked down at the bottle. “If I drink this now on an empty stomach, I’m going to get so hammered.” I looked up at him and grinned. “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”

  He sat on one of the small stools at the kitchenette counter and hooked a finger in the waistband of the boxers I was wearing, pulling me between his legs. “I’ve been taking advantage of you all day,” he murmured with a lazy smile and slipped his hands under my shirt, rubbing my back. He glanced over at the steaming hot pizza. “Since that’s too hot to eat, how about I take advantage of you again?”

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p; Before I could answer, he stood up and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed when he turned and tossed me gently onto the bed. He pulled the tank top he had put on off over his head and reached down to slide his boxers off of me. His eyes were hooded with desire and he looked like a lion about to attack his prey. I put a sly smile on my face and spread my legs so he could see my glistening sex. He growled and removed his shorts in record time before pouncing on me.

  By the time we got to the pizza, it was definitely cool enough to eat. We sat on his bed naked, drinking beer and eating. “What do you want to do tonight?” He asked in between bites.

  “I thought you were holding me captive here until you had to go to work tomorrow,” I replied and took a drink of my beer.

  “Well,” he chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. “I don’t want to keep you locked away on this beautiful island either. You didn’t come here to sit in my villa for a couple of days.”

  I finished the rest of my beer, not knowing what to say. I wasn’t really here as a tourist; I was here because I didn’t know where else to go and I couldn’t stand being in Chicago anymore. I wiped my mouth and set my beer bottle next to the bed, glancing at the drawer that held a small clue about his past.

  “I’m not really your typical tourist, Aiden.” I said softly.

  “I know,” he reached out and brushed a piece of hair from my face. His green eyes searched mine and he sighed. “I’m so sorry that asshole hurt you.”

  “It’s ok. I’m just relieved I figured it out now before the wedding and especially before we had a couple of kids.” I shuddered. “It could have been so much worse.”

  “You want kids?” He asked with a smile.

  I tilted my head. “Yes, I think so. Not for a while, but yes I would. You?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t think so. This world is too fucked up and I’m too much of a big kid myself. I’m lucky I can take care of myself; there’s no way I could take care of another human being.”