Island Nights

by P. J. Mellor

  “I finally contacted my team,” he said, ushering her into the elevator. As soon as the doors slid closed, he wasted no time in rubbing suggestively against her. “I’m meeting them in the lobby in an hour. Thought maybe you could help me with something before then. Something to help me take the edge off.” He ground and rubbed his hardness against her.

  And, damn her weakness, she rubbed right back.

  Too soon, the elevator dinged and the doors whooshed open.

  Both breathing hard, they stumbled out and made their way to the room.

  “Hurry,” he said, grinding and thrusting his erection against her buttocks. His hand slid around to squeeze her breasts through her suit jacket.

  It took two tries, but she finally managed to get a green light and the door clicked open.

  “Spread ‘em!” Halston’s voice was guttural, thick with his arousal, by the time the door fully closed.

  Shoving her skirt up to her waist, he bent her over the upholstered arm of a guest chair. Not bothering to divest her of what little panties she wore, he simply shoved past the barrier, entering her with a hard, somewhat intrusive thrust.

  It took her breath.

  Hands shaking, she fumbled with the buttons on her jacket, shrugged out of it, and tossed it aside, while Halston pounded into her from behind.

  Her skin was on fire, every nerve ending on alert. Excited beyond rational thought, she could only feel. And clothing was an intrusion she didn’t want.

  Squirming against Halston’s hips as they continued to pump, she peeled off her tank top. The bra was easier, its front closure giving way with the first touch of her fingers.

  Finally she was free. Totally and gloriously naked. Except for her skirt around her waist, of course. But that couldn’t be helped. Closing her eyes, she smiled and sighed, leaning lower and enjoying the abrasion of the upholstery on her erect nipples almost as much as she was enjoying the thorough fucking.

  He reached beneath her and probed until he found her aching nub and proceeded to ratchet up her arousal.

  Biting back a scream, she frantically rubbed against his hands, seeking a deeper release than the one she knew was about to break from the friction of his cock.

  More was always better.

  Reese clung, spread-eagle, her hands gripping the edge of the table, belowdecks, while Ben’s boat rocked gently on the water. Ben, on the other hand, was rocking with much more force as he pounded into her welcoming body.

  Every so often, he’d pause to lean over and lick or suck one of her nipples before resuming his sensual activity.

  “Sweet God in heaven, Blondie, I love—I love to fuck you.” His breathing picked up, as did the force of his thrusts. “Come for me again, baby, like you did earlier. I love the way your pussy sucks my cock.”

  Had anyone in her limited sexual experience ever talked to her like that, using such explicit terms, she was sure it would have been a turnoff.

  Yet, surprisingly, it had the opposite effect on her when Ben did it.

  Was it love?

  Or was she just developing a more jaded sexual appetite?

  Maybe both.

  Using the last of her strength, she put her legs around his waist, hugging him as close as possible while her climax roared through her.

  Ben’s back stiffened. He yelled something, but the pounding of her blood in her ears drowned out his words.

  He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, their sweat mingling.

  After a few moments, she began feeling his weight on her chest.

  “Ben,” she mumbled, tapping his shoulder with a limp hand, “move. We’re going to break the table.”

  “Worth it,” he said in her ear, not budging.

  “Seriously,” she said, shoving on his shoulders. “I can’t breathe.”

  “Breathing is overrated.” But he did raise to a push-up position above her, allowing her to draw air into her oxygen-deprived lungs. He bent to kiss the tip of her nose. “How’s the nausea?”

  Taking a deep breath, she realized Ben’s preposterous theory on motion sickness had actually worked. “Gone,” she said with a smile. “That’s amazing!”

  “My pleasure, ma’am.” He pulled up his shorts and reached for his shirt. “Anything I can do to help, just holler. Anytime.”

  She glanced out the tiny window to hide her smile. All she saw was water. “Hey, we’re not drifting out to sea, are we?”

  “Does it matter?” He paused by the steps.

  Did it matter? The thought of drifting around, making passionate love with Ben, held a definite appeal.

  Then again, so did food. And they were running more than short of pretty much every supply.

  “I like the idea,” she finally said. “But first things first. We need to get back to Sand Dollar to pay the taxes before the auction.” She smiled to let him know she wasn’t averse to the idea. “But maybe, after that, we can stock up and go for at least a little trip. Heck, it’s a pretty safe bet I’ll be unemployed in the not-too-distant future.”

  “Are you going to be okay with that?”

  “Sure. I guess. And there’s always a chance she won’t fire me. Maybe she won’t even know I loaned you the money to stop her from bidding on the island.” She shrugged. “I’d planned to look for another job when I got back home, anyway.”

  “Like I said before, you could always come work for me.” He grinned and winked. “The pay isn’t great, but the sex would be plentiful and often.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” She managed a weak smile as he climbed the rest of the way up to the deck.

  That was one of her problems. Staying with Ben was occupying most of her thoughts.

  40

  Dorinda reclined on the flowered comforter, one leg propped high above her head, while Halston insisted on giving her a thorough sponge bath. Sponge optional.

  Ordinarily, she’d enjoy the lavish attention, possibly even return the favor.

  But now she was restless, a little tender from his rough sex so soon upon check-in. Not to mention preoccupied with her missing assistant and the upcoming auction at the courthouse.

  She shouldn’t have had to make the trip. Even Reese should have been more than competent to handle the sale.

  Yet, here she was.

  She glanced around the nauseatingly cheerful room. The screaming yellow paint was enough to give her a migraine.

  A flicker of arousal caught her unaware.

  Halston was rimming her opening with his fingertip.

  She tried to back away from his temptation, but he held her hips to the mattress with one arm.

  “Relax, sugar pussy.” He blew on her wetness. “You’re way too uptight. You used to love having me bathe you. And go down on you. And fuck you,” he added in a whisper just before probing her with his talented tongue. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Do you like it when I lick and suck you?” He proceeded to do just that, still holding her in a firm grasp, preventing her from doing anything but feel and react to his ministrations.

  She released her grip on the brass headboard to pluck at her aching nipples. For not the first time, she wished for another man in bed with her and Halston. While Halston did what he did best, the other faceless male could pleasure her above the waist.

  Maybe she’d start looking around, once she was back at the office. There were a few interns who might fit the bill.

  Halston’s sharp nip on her swollen nub brought her back to the present.

  “I’d love to finish what we started, but it’s going to have to wait awhile. I have to be in the lobby in ten minutes.” He crawled toward the headboard, not stopping until his monster erection was right in her face. “Just enough time for you to take care of this for me.” Reaching back, he spread her legs and resumed stroking her.

  Moving her hips rhythmically, she pulled him into her mouth.

  He groaned when she circled his shaft with her tongue. She wasn’t without talents of her own.

  Her hips moved faster.<
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  Giving blow jobs was always exciting. But she especially liked to give them when she knew she was going to get off first….

  Then she would stop.

  “What if someone sees us?” Bailey shielded her eyes and looked up and down the deserted beach as she hugged the beach blanket tightly to her chest.

  “Risking getting caught is part of the fun.” Travis hugged her tightly from behind and once again ran his hand down the front of her walking shorts. His fingers immediately found her wet center, the part aching for his touch. “C’mon, let’s make love on the beach with the warmth of the sun on our skin.” He petted her wet folds. “You’ll love it.”

  I think I love you, Bailey thought grimly. Why did she always do that? It was like she couldn’t have sex until she fell in love. No wonder she’d had her heart broken more times than she could count.

  When she and Travis had first hooked up, she truly thought he was a seaside romance, a frivolous fling to enjoy and be forgotten when she went back to her real life.

  She certainly didn’t feel very carefree and fun-loving now. Forget frivolous.

  “C’mon,” Travis urged, his mouth against her ear. “I know you love it as much as I do, when I’m inside you.” He licked the shell of her ear, making her knees weak. “I want to look at your pussy and see your excitement sparkle in the sunshine,” he whispered. “Please.”

  Turned-on, she licked her lips and looked back at him. “But … where?”

  In response, he walked her several yards down the beach from the hotel, his arousal bumping her buttocks with each step, his fingers never leaving her needy femininity.

  “What’s this?” It appeared to have once been some kind of building, maybe a house. A crumbling brick wall faced the direction of the hotel. The wall curved, its opening facing the water.

  The remains of at least one old fire pit made up the center of their little shelter.

  “Sometimes people party here. Mostly kids.” He took the blanket from her and spread it on the sand, parallel to the surf. After shucking his T-shirt, he quickly unzipped and stepped out of his shorts. He went commando.

  Golden hair framed his jutting penis, its shining head bobbing in the sunlight.

  Stepping close to her, he arched around her, gathering her in his arms, swaying them back and forth as he dragged his erection across the front of her shorts.

  With one hand, he tilted her face up for his kiss. As soon as she opened for his tongue, he released her chin. His hand lightly skimmed her chest, only pausing momentarily to stroke her breast through the flimsy barrier of her halter.

  Disappointment washed through her when his hand left her chest. She’d have loved for him to play with her nipples like he’d done the night before.

  How needy could one girl be?

  But Travis clearly had more adventurous things in mind.

  Sun warmed her leg where he tugged up the loose-fitting leg of her walking shorts. It took a second for her to realize the smooth firmness sliding on her thigh was the head of his penis.

  “Travis! What are you—”

  “Shh,” he said against her lips, quickly reclaiming them for another soul-deep kiss.

  The leg of her shorts was now bunched tightly against her groin. Travis’s erection stroked her dampness. Ever so slowly, he dragged it up and down the thin barrier of her panties.

  Her muscles began vibrating. She locked her knees to remain upright, although the blanket was holding more appeal by the second.

  “Feel how much I want you?” Travis’s breath was hot against her lips. “I need you.” He shoved her panty leg aside and stroked her excitement higher, his bulbous tip nudging against her weeping flesh, spreading her wetness. “You want me too, I can tell.”

  Quivering with need, she could only whisper, “Yes.”

  “Poor baby. You’re shaking! You’re as turned-on as I am. Let me help you.”

  In no time at all, Travis had her naked and spread out on the blanket as he knelt between her legs.

  The sun blazed down, blinding her, making him a looming shadow.

  Hot. It was so hot. A droplet of sweat trickled from beneath her breasts to track down her rib cage. Travis caught it with his tongue, licking his way back up until he could draw her nipple into his mouth.

  Arching her back, wanting more, it was all she could do not to moan her frustration when his mouth left her breast. The gulf breeze now seemed cool as it blew across her, drying her nipple. Both nipples puckered at the sensation.

  Travis made his way downward, trailing kisses on her abdomen, his tongue dipping briefly into her navel before continuing its journey.

  Eyes closed, Bailey reveled in his touch as she basked in the heated caress of the sun.

  When he reached his destination and closed his mouth over her clitoris, she smiled and sighed.

  Sex on the beach.

  She could so get used to this….

  Before she realized it, she’d come three times, in rapid-fire succession.

  Languid and worn-out, she lay on the blanket and watched in bemused fascination as Travis rolled on a condom.

  “Your nose is sunburned.” Travis dropped his T-shirt over her face.

  “But I can’t see you with this over my face!” Before she could drag the shirt away, he stopped her.

  “Leave it, Bailey. I don’t want your gorgeous face getting any more sun. Besides, not watching will heighten your pleasure.”

  She relaxed. Now that he mentioned it, her nose did feel a little tender.

  Travis’s tongue took another leisurely journey, making her squirm on the rough-textured blanket while the sun baked her breasts.

  Just as she was going to mention how hot her nipples were getting, his mouth sucked first one, then the other. He dragged his tongue around and around each nipple as he pushed into her receptive body.

  Everything was forgotten as she focused on the joining of their bodies and met each enthusiastic thrust.

  The thrusting was a little uncomfortable, but then again, she hadn’t had sex like she’d enjoyed with Travis in a very long time. If ever.

  It made sense she’d be a little tender … down there.

  And Travis’s hungry mouth on her breasts helped ease whatever discomfort she might be feeling.

  Orgasm number four rushed up to slam into her, taking her breath. While she was still enjoying the aftershocks, Travis withdrew. Before she could protest, he was back, pumping energetically, his pubic bone bumping hers with each hard thrust.

  His very hard thrusts. Painfully hard.

  She tried to relax, to take herself to the point of climax again, but it was beginning to be really uncomfortable.

  He bit down hard on her right nipple, the pain shooting through to her womb.

  He must have heard her gasp, because he began licking and soothing her abused breast immediately.

  But it still wasn’t enough to relieve her discomfort.

  Inhaling through her nose, she smelled Travis on the shirt covering her face and smiled.

  This was Travis. Her Travis. He was just excited by making love with her on the beach. She took another deep breath and willed her body to relax and go with the flow. He wasn’t doing anything they hadn’t already done, many times….

  “What the fuck is going on here?” Paige’s strident voice cut into Bailey’s thoughts. “What are you doing to my friend?”

  As Paige yelled, the T-shirt was jerked from Bailey’s face.

  Travis was naked, but he wasn’t making love to her. He was kneeling next to her, his hand still cupping her wet breast.

  But … if Travis was next to her, whose penis was still deep inside her, even though it was no longer moving in and out?

  Her gaze whipped to the man between her spread legs. A man she’d never seen before in her life. Her gaze shot back to Travis’s guilty face.

  Breath wheezing in and out, she could only whisper, “Who, who … ?”

  “That’s my friend Rich,” Travis said
in a matter-of-fact way.

  Rich nodded as he pulled out, his cheeks ruddy. “Trav said you were okay with it.”

  Numb, she could only stare.

  Paige, however, had no problem with letting the men know exactly what she thought.

  “What are you two, some kind of fucking idiots? Who the hell puts a bag over their date’s head and then gangbangs her?”

  “What are you doing?” Travis looked panicked, so Bailey swung her gaze to her friend, who was frantically punching the buttons on her phone.

  “What the fuck do you think I’m doing, you cocksucker? I’m calling the police! You and your idiot friend just raped my friend!”

  “Whoa!” Rich lunged for the phone, jerking it away from Paige, then holding it out of her reach. “Travis told me she was cool with doing both of us. It wasn’t rape!”

  “What?” Paige snarled, looking ready to pounce. “Are you trying to tell me it was consensual? You lying sack of shit!”

  “Tell her,” Travis said, nudging Bailey’s bare hip.

  Wide-eyed, she could only gape at him for a second. If she tried to speak, she knew she’d start screaming and might never be able to stop.

  “Tell her,” he insisted. “Tell her you got off. A lot. And don’t think about lying. You know you did.” He pulled up his shorts and stood, looking down at her, his eyes cold and hard. “Tell her. You were really into it. Does it really matter who was fucking you? You came with both of us. Don’t deny it.”

  Shaking, she could only stare as both men put on their clothes and left.

  “Wait!” she called in a wobbly voice when Paige started to go after them. “Stop.” She licked her lips and looked at her friend. “He’s right.”

  Paige dropped to the sand, Bailey’s clothes clutched in her hand. “Do you hear what you’re saying, Bay?”

  She nodded and began pulling on her clothes with Paige’s help.

  Paige continued to stare. “So you really were okay with fucking two guys? No offense, but that sounds nothing like the Bailey I know, the one who falls madly in love with every guy she sleeps with—”

  “I thought I loved Travis,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.