by Chanta Rand
A bolt of liquid fire went straight from his brain to his dick. He never let the little head do the thinking for the big head, but at this moment, the two were both in agreement. Even as he tried to dissuade her, he silently hoped his words fell on deaf ears. “You know how dangerous that is? Hooking up with some strange guy you just met?”
She trailed a long nail down the side of his jaw. “You told me you were harmless.”
“Men will say anything to get into your panties. You’re old enough to know that. By the way, how old are you?”
She wagged a finger at him. “A man should never ask a woman her age.”
“If he’s about to give her a memory she won’t forget, I think he has a right to.”
“Damn. Are you that confident.”
His heart thumped wildly even as he boasted. “I told you, I’ve had no complaints.”
She smiled. “For that, you deserve an answer. “I’m forty-one.”
She was six years older than him. “Amazing.”
“What? That I’m so old.”
“No. That you don’t look a day over twenty-five.”
She grinned. “Like you said, men will say anything to get into a woman’s panties.”
“Am I?”
“Are you what?”
“Am I going to get in your panties?”
“No. I’m going to get out of them.”
She stood in the warm water, and he held her steady as she removed her delicate lace underwear. Knowing she was butt naked beneath her long dress made his blood run hot. He had to see it all.
He watched, enthralled as she pulled her dress over her head, showing off all of her naked glory. His eyes roamed her smooth, brown skin. It was flawless except for one dark line near her abdomen. He trailed a finger over the raised scar.
“Appendectomy,” she said simply.
“Shame on your appendix. What sensible organ would abandon this body?”
A languid smile stretched across her sensuous lips. “It turns out I didn’t need it after all.”
She was perfect. Palm-size breasts. Flared waist. Full hips. Her bush was trimmed, but not waxed to the excess. Charly was his type of woman. “Beautiful,” he complimented.
“See something you like?”
“I see quite a few things I like.” Pulling her close, he buried his face in the valley between her breasts. He breathed in her scent while pressing kisses over her creamy skin. He tasted salt-air mingled with sweat as he licked her nipples. The dark buds came to life beneath his skillful tongue. He claimed her hips, his fingers digging into the supple flesh. He kneaded her ass, holding her close and sucking her nipples.
She pushed her fingers through his hair all the while making purring noises. It turned him on knowing he could bring her such pleasure. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, but he had no doubt of his prowess in bed. He was a demanding yet considerate lover. He would make damn sure Charly didn’t regret coming back to his room tonight.
He nibbled and suckled her nipples, lavishing each breast with equal attention. He alternated between sucking the hard buds and playfully biting them. Charly squirmed as he worked, clenching fistfuls of his hair.
When he thrust a finger inside her wet pussy, she gasped. She was hot and ready for him. His finger moved in and out of her slick wetness with ease. Charly’s moans filled the air as she shoved her pelvis against his hand, leaving a filmy cream on the second finger he inserted.
“Please, Dane,” she begged. “I want you inside me now.”
Charly was just as hot for him as he was for her. He stood and she wasted no time reaching for his waistband. She knew what she wanted, and he was ready to give it to her. By the time she tugged on the zipper, he was hard as granite. He fondled her nipples as she freed him of the confines of his boxers. When she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock, it was his turn to groan with pleasure.
She stroked the head, making the hard muscle jerk in her hand. Then, she expertly pumped the shaft, massaging his balls in the process. Jeez! If this was the warm-up, he wasn’t sure how he would make it to the main event. He closed his eyes, praying he didn’t cum in her hand.
Get a grip, man. You’ve gotta take control of this.
“You have a rubber?” Charly asked.
His eyes flew open at the sound of her frantic voice. He nodded, and wordlessly pulled at the trousers that had fallen to his knees. The water pooling in the tub’s bottom threatened to soak the crisp linen, but that was the least of his worries. He grabbed a colorful packet from the back pocket and ripped it open. In what could only be described as sinfully erotic, Charly helped him push the latex onto his throbbing dick.
He sat down again and grabbed her by the hips. He pulled her onto his erection, sliding inside her in one swift movement. Sparks of white-hot pleasure whipped through him as she reached the hilt. Charly straddled him, her soft ass bouncing in his lap as she rode him. He cradled her body as he balanced on the Jacuzzi’s edge. He didn’t care that the hard ceramic was biting into his ass cheeks. This feeling was too good to stop.
He kissed her, sucking and pulling on her bottom lip. It was damned hard to focus with her rocking back and forth on his erection. She draped her arms around his shoulders, giving him full access to grab her slender waist. He effortlessly lifted her up, sliding her back and forth on his cock. Darts of pleasure pierced him as he gulped breaths of air.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Oh God, yes! Yes!”
She felt so hot and sweet. The walls of her pussy squeezed his dick as she gyrated, matching his rhythm, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“Charly,” he croaked, as he struggled to hold onto his self-control. “Charly. Charly.” He could form no other words, caught up in the grip of her sex. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge of insanity. Each squeeze pulled him deeper beneath the tidal waves of ecstasy. He growled against the curve of her neck, fighting his release. A gentleman always waited for the woman. He plunged forward, pounding relentlessly, while fending off his impending eruption.
Charly’s scream pierced the air. She tensed, and her walls clamped hard, creating a pleasurable vice that held his erection hostage in her warm, sticky haven. Within seconds, he catapulted towards an orgasm, his dick pulsating uncontrollably as he came.
Charly fell limp on top of him. He held her tight as he waited for his thunderous heartbeat to slow to a steady thump. They stayed in that position for at least ten minutes. He ignored the cramps in his legs and the needles of pain that made his ass numb on the tub’s edge. He had just been to Nirvana and back. And God help him, all he could think of was doing it again.
Chapter 4
Charly watched Shontal wolf down a breakfast of Ackee and saltfish with scrambled eggs. The Sky Restaurant in the Anantara Kihavah Villas was known for its famous cuisine and breath-taking views. Sitting at a table on the deck of the restaurant, she wasn’t sure which was more fascinating, the outdoor scenery or Shontal’s Kamakazi attack on her food. Charly peered down her nose through dark sunshades at her cousin. “I see you’ve got your appetite back.”
“Um hmm,” Shontal managed to murmur as she stabbed a clump of eggs with her fork. Two fresh slices of papaya were nestled in a bowl to her left waiting to be devoured.
Charly crossed her legs, smoothing the folds of her short skirt. “You would never guess that two days ago you practically had alcohol poisoning.”
“Can I help it if I’m starving? I waited up for you last night but when you didn’t come back to the bungalow, I finally fell asleep around two a.m. Must have been some dinner party you went to.”
“Yeah, we were both ravenous.” Charly grinned as she thought back to the incredible sex-a-thon she and Dane had indulged in. They’d explored each other’s bodies until the wee hours of the morning. She’d had three orgasms–a record for her. Thoroughly sated, her body was sore from all of the extracurricular activity. She’d never been with a guy six years her junior. Damn, that man had more power
than the Energizer Bunny!
“So, who will it be today?” Shontal asked. “Has anyone else caught your eye?”
Charly sipped her guava juice before answering. “I haven’t looked.”
“My bad. You haven’t had much time since last night. What about him?” she nodded toward a man Charly barely glimpsed with her peripheral vision.
Charly didn’t bother turning to look at the man. “Nah. I’ll pass.”
“Wait. I thought you said you were gonna get your freak on.”
“I am. With Dane.”
“Uh, in case you haven’t noticed, there are plenty of other fish in the sea.”
Charly shrugged. “Dane is my choice. There’s no need to look any further.”
Shontal dropped her fork on the plate. “Umph! That man musta put something on you.”
Charly laughed and then sipped her juice again. Her body warmed thinking about the different modes of Dane Sullivan. From gently washing her feet to taking command and possessively grabbing her hips as he thrust inside her. He was an adventurous lover. Well-endowed and talented. She shivered at the thought. “In fact, I think I’ll see him again tonight.”
Shontal cocked her head to the side. “How do you know he’ll want to see you?”
“It doesn’t matter what he wants. I want him.”
“So…”
“So, he’ll want to see me again.” After last night, she knew nothing could keep Dane from her bungalow. They were drawn to each other. They had an unspoken agreement. They would be lovers for as long as they were both on this island. Her body tingled in anticipation. She had to find something to distract herself until she saw him again. “Eat up, Cuz,” she told Shontal. “The sooner you finish, the sooner we can take a boat to the mainland and go shopping. I need a new hat.”
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Dane emerged from the ocean, dripping wet from his morning swim. Well, it was more like afternoon now. He’d slept through breakfast, after a long night of nibbling on the various delectable areas of Charly. The only thing he was hungry for was more of her. He trotted to his beach chair and slung a towel around his shoulders. He would let the warmth of the sun and the tranquil breeze dry his body naturally. As he shielded his eyes against the powerful rays of the sun, two familiar figures strolled into view.
“You missed breakfast,” Mark said, taking a seat in the empty beach chair next to him.
“Yes, I did,” Dane answered.
“Were you with that woman? Charly?” Cayson joined the interrogation, standing beside Dane with his hands shoved into the pockets of his colorful shorts.
“Yes.”
“All night?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” Mark demanded. “Is that all you have to say?”
“Yes.” Dane bit back a smile at his brothers’ irritation. It was about time they got a taste of their own medicine.
Cayson shot him a look of admiration. “Damn bro. You were with Charly from sundown to sunup. Was it good?”
Dane shook his head. “No.”
Cayson’s jaw dropped. “Aw, bro, I’m sorry to hear that. Want me to set up ano–”
“It was better than good!” Dane interrupted him. “It was fantastic. Mind-blowing. Life-changing.” He couldn’t stop the boastful smile spreading across his face. “Last night was incredible. Charly is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
She was also the most flexible female he’d ever met. She let him fuck her in positions that could probably only be found in The Joy of Sex. She was the ultimate sex partner. Sexy curves. Soft skin. Talented tongue. She took him to the brink of exhaustion, and then she got him heated up all over again. He wanted more of her. In fact, just thinking about how warm and wet she was under his touch made him anxious to pick up where they left off last night–or was it this morning?
“Alright,” Mark interrupted his lascivious thoughts. “Obviously you’re going to see her again. What else do you know about her besides she’s good in bed?”
Dane ruffled the towel through his hair. “We agreed not to discuss specifics.”
“What?”
“No details. We’re just living for the moment. No strings attached.”
Cayson frowned. “Whose idea was that? You can’t just go screwing some strange chick and not know anything about her.”
Dane scowled. “You’re the one who told me to relax on vacation and have a good time. I’m doing what you suggested. And not only that. I want to do it. I’ve been out of the game too long. If I’m going to jump in feet first, Charly is one hell of a woman to do it with.” He slung his wet towel over his shoulder and stood. “I feel like a new man. No wonder you chase so much tail, bro. This is exciting!”
Cayson’s eyes bucked. “You really like her that much?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I’m officially worried about you.”
“Why? You’d rather I hooked up with that girl you two secretly arranged for me to meet?”
“Anita is hardly a girl. She’s a former playmate.”
Dane crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Today she’s a playmate. Last night you said she was a nice girl.”
Cayson smirked. “That was when she was your blind date. In my hands, her natural talents emerged.”
“I don’t care. She can’t compare to Charly.”
Mark scoffed. “Hell, for all you know, Charly might be a playmate too. You don’t even know her last name.”
Dane chuckled. “I don’t know Anita’s either.” He playfully snapped the wet towel against Cayson’s bare leg. “Gotta get going, fellas.”
“Leaving so soon?” Cayson asked. “Don’t tell me, you’re off to see Charly?”
“Okay, I won’t tell you.”
Mark jumped to his feet. “You can’t just have mind-blowing sex the entire time you’re in the Maldives.
“Why not? It worked for you and Kendra. And look where you are now.”
“Point taken. But is that your end goal? To end up married, like me and Kendra?”
Dane grinned. Mark always wanted things to fit perfectly in their custom-shaped boxes. Sometimes, life wasn’t about putting people in their boxes. It was about stepping outside of theirs. “Chill bro. We’re just taking it one orgasm at a time.”
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Charly’s knees pressed against the hard flanks of the horse. She hitched her skirt higher, exposing the skin on her thighs. It was almost the same color as the aged leather on the horse’s soft coat of hair. She leaned back, feeling the solid wall of Dane’s chest behind her. His bare, muscular thighs were wrapped around her. His hands loosely held the reins as the horse cantered at a slow, steady pace. “You know when most people go horseback riding, they ride their own horse.”
The breath from his soft chuckle tickled her ear. “Can I help it if I don’t want to be apart from you, even for one minute?”
Charly couldn’t stop the fit of giggles that bubbled up from her throat. “I just hope the locals don’t think we’re nuts. Did you see the way our guide looked at us?”
“He’s just jealous he doesn’t have a woman as hot as you to ride with.” The butterfly kisses he pressed on the back of her neck sent shivers down her spine. She squirmed in her seat, pushing her bottom closer to Dane’s groin area. The horse whinnied, and Dane expertly pulled at the reins, making the beast settle down.
Charly smacked her lips. “Unlike you, he doesn’t seem too happy to be between my legs.”
Dane laughed again. “All that matters is I’m happy. And by the way, this horse is a she not a he.”
“I had you pegged for a country boy. Now, I see I was right.”
“Not quite. I spent some time working with horses when I was younger. In a place I’d rather forget.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Prison work program?”
“No, woman!” He laughed, taking the bite out of his outburst. “In the military.”
“The military has horses?”
“Fort Bragg
did. We took care of horses for the Army Special Forces. Troops who went into Afghanistan needed horses to navigate the rough terrain. Back then, I thought I wanted to be an officer. Richard Gere made it look so good.”
“What happened?”
“Budget cuts. The land we were using for grazing was declared too valuable. So, the horses were moved elsewhere. When the time came for me to reenlist, I decided to move on too.”
“Aw, you must have looked so dashing in your uniform. I wish I could have seen you.”
“I wasn’t worth writing home about. I was a snot-nosed youngster. I don’t think I really grew up until I was thirty years old.”
“That reminds me. You coaxed me into telling you my age last night, but you didn’t return the favor.”
“Thirty-five.”
How easy it was for men to answer that question with no hesitation. “I’m robbing the cradle.”
“Yep. And I love every minute of it.”
She closed her eyes as she savored the feel of his lips on her naked shoulder. She’d dressed strategically today. A blue tube top with a tan print sarong. She didn’t want clothes to get in the way of any sexcapades they wanted to indulge in. From the moment she saw him in his denim shorts and white camp shirt, she wanted him. She’d endured the hour-long horse ride, horny as hell. Each time she was jostled by the horse’s movement and accidentally tossed against the hardness in Dane’s shorts, she got a little wetter. Her coochie was throbbing for release. If this ride didn’t end soon, this saddle would be soaked!
Dane must have felt it too. When she stroked the hard muscle of his thighs, he growled in her ear. “Keep that up and the horse won’t be the only one whinnying.”
Her eyes snapped open. “Is that a promise?” she purred.
“It’s an invitation.”
“Well, in that case, you have my RSVP. Let’s get this party started.”