Her Perfect 10

by Brianna Cash

  “Touch me,” I tell him, pumping him with my hands.

  “Can’t focus on that.”

  Spitting on him, getting him more lubricated, I keep my eyes on his face as he lets out a low, dark laugh, his head tipping back in tortured ecstasy. I use only my hands until his eyes fall back on me, then I lower my face, licking a long line up his pulsing shaft, sucking the head as I crest the top. I lower my mouth again, taking as much of him as I can into my throat, holding him there until I have to pull back to breathe.

  “Jesus...” He moans through clenched teeth, his head falling back again.

  “Mhmm,” I purr while he’s still in my mouth, agreeing with him completely and making this a fun new game. His eyes become my guide; his light blue ones on mine is the play button, those eyes rolling back in his head is the same as hitting pause.

  He catches on quickly, learning how to get me to move, or how to slow me down, and how to silently tell me to speed up. We’re in the middle of a fast forward section of our naughty playtime when someone pounds on the door.

  His eyes immediately roll back in his head, and I let him pop out of my mouth so I can yell over my shoulder toward the thankfully dead bolted door. “Who is it?”

  “Rob. Where’s Owen?”

  I smile, catching Owen’s eyes. “He’s a little busy right now.”

  Rob chuckles, and the sound forces me to cover my mouth before a hysterical giggle comes out of it. “We’re headed down for breakfast. How long ‘till he can join us?”

  Owen finally touches me, his hand softly smoothing my hair out of my face, gentle and sweet, as we watch each other. Then he turns a touch forceful, pushing my head back to his cock as he yells, “Five minutes!”

  I kiss the tip, sliding my tongue into the slit where he’s oozing pre-cum, one of my hands moving up and down his length, pulling even more from him, while my other hand softly cups his balls. I keep our game on pause for another second, but only to correct his answer. “Ten! Give us ten minutes!”

  They both laugh, Owen’s much more strangled than Rob’s.

  But his eyes are on mine, so I start to play again.

  Chapter 17

  Owen

  It’s more than ten minutes later when we join Rob at the breakfast buffet. Sadie’s by my side, striding confidently into the restaurant until realizing the invitation Rob extended wasn’t for both of us; only the guys are seated at the table. Her steps falter, but I reach for her hand and pull her back where she belongs; right next to me.

  She sets her key and phone on the table, claiming a seat whether they wanted her there or not. “Where’s my gender group?”

  “The girls are all at the spa getting primped and pampered,” Carl answers, smiling at the sight of her with me. Plus, I’m sure Rob didn’t keep the obvious reason for my delay to himself, even if he didn’t know exactly what was going on. “Except you. Are you hanging with us this morning?”

  “Depends on what you’re doing.”

  “She’s with us,” Eli insists, his eyes on his breakfast. “Sadie loves the water.”

  “Beach or the pool?” she asks, her eyes already lit up at Eli’s cryptic answer.

  “Beach,” Rob answers, snickering as he watches my head swing back and forth between every guy at our table and the girl who just sucked my dick like it’s something she does for a living. She’d make a lot of money doing it. And there’d be a mile-long waiting list for her services. Plus, an exorbitant fee just to get considered.

  “I’m in,” she confirms, sauntering off to the buffet, leaving me behind to deal with everyone’s questions. Ignoring everyone, I follow her, not knowing what to say to them, or if she’ll get pissed off if I accidently affirm their accusations.

  Breakfast is quick, and Sadie and I are the only ones not prepared for the beach afterward. We agree to meet everyone there, my mind now stuck on images of Sadie, bare and spread, glistening wet in the soft moonlight. It’s not helping me keep my hard-on anywhere near controlled, but after last night, it’s all I can think about when I’m going to have sand between my toes.

  She takes off toward the elevator, and I hurry to keep up, not wanting to lose sight of her. Hell, not wanting to be in this tropical paradise without her for even a minute of my time here. She surprises me by veering off around the elevator, but it only takes a second for me to grin at her quick thinking as she ducks past the café and into the gift shop.

  There’s a miniscule pharmacy-like section, and Sadie grabs one of the small three-pack boxes. We move toward the registers while she pulls out her phone.

  “That’s fucking criminal!” We suddenly have the attention of everyone in the store. Sadie shoves her phone under my nose, showing me a conversion app and the price of three condoms. “How can they not hate themselves, charging that much?”

  “Where else can we go to bargain shop?”

  “Exactly! It’s extortion!”

  Pulling her disgruntled form against mine, I go for bold and confident, squeezing her ass in those short shorts, trying to gauge my theory of her being SD through her reaction. But what would SD’s reaction be? And is it really a theory if I’m almost certain of them being the same person?

  A smile flirts with Sadie’s lips, but she only closes the app and jams her phone in her pocket as I dip my mouth toward her ear. “It’ll be worth it.”

  I eagerly hand the cashier my debit card, ready to pay almost anything to guarantee the next time Sadie and I are both ready and willing, we don’t need to stop or resort to oral. Not that I have any issues with her mouth on me, I’m just also ready to take things a little further.

  Back in our room, Sadie roots through a suitcase so disheveled my hands itch to organize it every time I glance in that general direction. She comes up with a dark green bikini, one that’s sure to draw out the color of her eyes. She tortures me even more by stripping down in front of me to pull it on. While I’m changing, she tears open one of the boxes from the gift shop, then steps into my personal space, tugging on the strings of my trunks as I try to tie them, and sneaking her hand into my pocket.

  “Just in case,” she whispers, her breath hot and wet against my lips as I close them over hers. After a minute of sweet agony, she dances out of my reach, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she tucks her key into the material covering her left breast and grabs a bottle of sunscreen. “Let’s go.”

  She put a condom in my pocket. Nope, not true. She put two in there. I don’t know where she thinks we might get to use one, let alone two, but the thought of having sex with her before we come back to this room is enticing. The thought of sex with her at any time is enticing. As is the thought of everything we did on that bed earlier.

  Her soft whimpers, the way she came undone against my hand, how her eyes locked happily on mine when I kissed her afterwards... The things she did to me with her mouth and hands. The way she turned it into a game. How she gave control back to me when I should’ve had none…

  I’ll never be able to look at Sadie again without remembering the way those lips and tongue teased my dick. I’m not one to score the girls I’m intimate with, but hell. What she did was also a perfect ten. Seeing her at work is going to border between fun and painful from now on.

  I blink and we’re on the beach, finding the rest of the guys already sprawled out in the sun, each of them with a drink in hand, even though it’s not even close to noon. There are two empty chairs in the middle of the group. I sit on the one next to my brother as Sadie inserts herself into the middle of ten male eyes that are all suddenly stuck on her alluring form.

  It takes everything I have not to puff out my chest and square my shoulders. This girl, the one we’re all staring at, not only let me touch her and kiss her, but also gave me a blowjob. And she stuck a couple condoms in my pocket, hoping to have sex with me sooner rather than later.

  Did I mention she also gave me a perfect score for going down on her?

  Oblivious to all the attention she has or so used to it tha
t it doesn’t faze her, she uncaps the sunblock, squirting a glob into her hand, then tosses it at me and gives me her back.

  Is she serious? How am I supposed to keep my dick from getting hard—correction, harder—for her yet again, while touching all that bare skin? Leaving my question unvoiced, I copy her actions, then slide my hands over her shoulders and down her sides.

  Once she’s done massaging the white, sticky lotion into her skin, she stands to do her legs, paying special attention on the edges of her suit. Despite the way my shorts are already tented, I’m disappointed she didn’t silently demand my help with that, too.

  Her eyes find mine when she’s done. “Want me to help you?”

  “Yes.”

  It’s not help with sunscreen I want from her, though.

  I allow her to slather me up anyway, enjoying her touch and the playful way she’s silently laughing at me. “Not exactly what I was talking about,” I murmur quietly enough only she can hear as her hands reach behind me to rub my neck, pulling my head that much closer to hers.

  “I’m well aware,” she whispers back, her fingers dropping to scrape roughly across the front of my shorts as soon as she’s done with my neck. They disappear just as fast, but it feels like they’re still wrapped around me, like they were this morning, before we were so rudely interrupted for a breakfast I could’ve happily gone without.

  She lies on the chaise beside me, closing her eyes and ignoring the rest of the world for a while. After wadding up a towel in my lap to hide my erection, I focus on the sound of the waves, the warmth of the sun, the peaceful feeling that completely overwhelms me whenever I’m on a beach, and quickly drift off to sleep.

  Sadie

  Owen can sleep.

  How long were we passed out for last night? I don’t know, but I feel great today. Refreshed, calm, relaxed, happy. Maybe that has something to do with Owen making me come so hard—twice—but I don’t get how he can still be sleeping! And snoring. It’s quiet and rhythmic, not loud or obnoxious, but he’s still very obviously not awake.

  “Wear him out already?” Eli asks from beside me. “I figured he’d have more stamina, considering his age.”

  “He’s inexperienced,” Rob says on the other side of Owen, defending him in the worst way. “He’s only had three girlfriends, I think.”

  “He only fucks his girlfriends? You’re corrupting the kid, Sadie!”

  Eli’s really starting to annoy me. So is Rob. They should both shut up. Eli knows more of my promiscuous ways than I’d care to admit, and Rob knows Owen better than anyone here, but neither one of them have the right to talk about us.

  “It’s good for him,” Rob argues. “He needs someone experienced to learn from. I can’t imagine the other girls he’s been with have taught him a lot. They’ve always seemed as shy as he is.”

  I finally get up, wanting to dip my overheated body in that clear blue sea and get away from these idiots for at least a few minutes. After diving into the waves, I resurface and swim farther out, wanting to tread water where I won’t have the waves crashing on my head. I don’t plan on paying attention to much, other than the warring thoughts occupying my mind and the warm, silky water against my skin. I don’t need to worry about drowning while I’m at it.

  It doesn’t matter how inexperienced Owen might be, he certainly knows what he’s doing.

  And both Eli and Rob’s comments make me feel more like a slut than anything else.

  Being in the ocean calms my soul and my irritation. The water takes me away, figuratively, as it drowns out the voices of those assholes and everyone else on the beach. Did 736 fuck his girl? Is he thinking of me right now, or did he when it was done, like he promised? He said in his email he’d be seeing her this weekend, but he didn’t specify last night. And how did them meeting up again come about? Did he take her on a date? Did he call her and ask her out even as he and I were getting closer?

  I can’t be upset about it; I encouraged him to have fun with a girl. It was before we seriously discussed anything happening between us, but I basically told him to do it. If he asked her, it was before we had that discussion yesterday. Maybe he hasn’t seen her yet. Maybe he backed out and canceled whatever he was planning on doing with her.

  Maybe I’m the only person he thinks about in those moments when he closes his eyes and pictures himself with someone.

  How could he, though? I never told him what I looked like.

  Are you thinking about him when you’re with Owen? Future Sadie asks, rearing her ugly head and trying to get me to think about the consequences of what might happen when I go home. How do Owen and I go back to normal? How do I get him off my mind? How do I not think about how he makes me feel with his hands and mouth on me when I see him at work, or at home when I touch myself trying to find a release? What happens if 736 isn’t who I’ve come to think he is? What if we don’t have any chemistry? What if, when I’m with him, all I can think about is Owen?

  “Hey.” His voice carries across the softly lapping water and I open my eyes to find Owen swimming toward me, his wet, black hair glistening in the sunlight. “You ok?”

  “Kiss me,” I demand, not caring if everyone we know is watching. I just want his lips on mine. I want those open mouth kisses he likes to tease me with. I want his touch, his attention, his thoughts. I want it all until we leave this island. I want him to drive everything else from my mind, until I can think of nothing except him and the way he makes me feel. Until he makes my body sing and my nerve endings explode with an overload of sensation.

  His hands find their way around my waist and he covers my mouth without hesitation, filling my body and my head with sweet anticipation, a feeling I have no idea how I lived without before yesterday. The waves carry us, our mouths fused together endlessly, until he’s standing in shoulder-deep water, my legs wrapped around him, his dick hard between us, and my girly parts even wetter than the rest of me.

  “I want you,” I whisper, pulling away to let him see the need in my eyes.

  His hands slip down to cup my ass, pressing me harder against his erection with an arched brow.

  Yeah, he wants me, too. He’s apparently more patient than I am, though.

  “I can’t wait much longer, Owen.”

  I reach between us to slide my hand inside his swim trunks. His eyes stay locked on mine, even as he releases a shuddering breath. I squeeze him in my grip, remembering the way he watched me suck him dry as he came in my mouth, his breaths hard and labored, his hands fisting my hair and holding me in place, but not tight enough that I couldn’t pull away if I had wanted to.

  “This isn’t exactly the best place.”

  My lips twist into a smirk. “It was pretty great last night.”

  “When no one was around, yeah.”

  I want his thoughts. I want to know exactly what he’d do if no one else was on this beach with us. “What would happen if we were alone right now?”

  He doesn’t say anything, only watches me, letting the silence linger between us. I grip him harder and dare him with my eyes until he drops his gaze. “I’d be taking you in the sand right now, the waves splashing around our legs. I wouldn’t be able to get you all the way out of the water before the need to be inside you took over.”

  “Fuck, Owen…” I pump him in my hand, letting his beautiful eyes hold mine captive once again. “Don’t say things like that when we can’t act them out.”

  He smiles a little, feeling bolder when my reaction leaves no room for misinterpretation. “I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t just spent a fortune on condoms, I’d be inside you right now.”

  “Right here?” I run my fingers around the head of his shaft, licking my lips at the thought. “Condoms and water don’t mix.”

  “Exactly.” He clears his throat, but his voice doesn’t waver as he gives me another one of his thoughts. “If we didn’t have any, I’d say screw it and quit teasing us both. But we have some now, and I want to put them to good use. Without anyone else knowin
g what we’re doing.”

  “Forget everyone else. They already think we’re fucking. Let’s do it.” His eyes finally leave mine, scanning the beach as his fingers tease me through the fabric of my bikini bottoms. “Owen,” I growl out, watching his lips tip into another grin at my impatience.

  “They’re watching us.”

  “I don’t care.” I use my legs to squish my hand between our bodies, rubbing his erection against my clit in the process. I moan at the contact, and his hands constrict on my ass. “Fuck me, Owen.”

  His eyes come back, searching mine before catching my mouth with his again, taking me straight to heaven. He’s not teasing me right now, no sweet, open mouth kisses without tongue. No, there’s plenty of tongue in this kiss, plenty of promise, and I let go of his cock to wrap my hands around his neck and fully enjoy the onslaught.

  He walks us closer to the beach, whispering in my ear as he holds me against his chest. “Let’s go back to the room.”

  I shake my head. “Not close enough. Find the nearest restroom.”

  We come to a complete stop, and he looks at me with raised brows and wide, disbelieving eyes. “I’m not having sex with you in a bathroom.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  Unwrapping my legs from his waist, I slide down his body, then grab his hand. I drag him through the water behind me, fully intending to make him lose enough control to want me in a bathroom.

  “Sadie.”

  “Do you still have the condoms I gave you?”

  His hand disappears into his pocket as a wave crashes against his knees, and he flings his arms out to the side, unintentionally presenting a square of protection I made sure he brought with us.

  “Come on.”

  He grabs both my hands, holding me in place. “Sadie, not like that.”