Bare In Bermuda

by Livia Ellis

  “Uh, sure. Let's see. Tony. Brown hair. He's my height so about six-two, maybe one-eighty, works out a lot, took me running. He called it jogging, but I know that was not jogging. I can tell you for sure, the next time I go running it's only going to be because someone with a gun is chasing me. Nearly puked up a lung.”

  Eduardo pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the picture of Simon that appeared on Henna's phone when the call came through. The smile and the mirth in the eyes came through in his voice. He shook his head a little then put the phone back to his ear. “Would you say he is an attractive man?”

  “Uh, sure. Yeah. Okay. In a wholly heterosexual way, I can say he's pretty hot. Put a gun to my head, I could probably go gay for that. But I'd probably want to lose a few pounds first. He's pretty ripped, and I'm sort of getting a gut. Not bad, being unable to keep food down for the past three days has helped a lot, but some sit-ups wouldn't kill me. Can I be honest? This conversation is getting a little weird for me. Is there any particular reason you want to know about Tony?”

  “Is he a model or actor?” He studied the picture once again.

  “Not that I know of,” Simon said. “But he could be. As far as I know, he's just a secretary.”

  “He's a man who’s a secretary?” That was just the sort of old-fashioned thinking that would annoy Pilar and would probably be just as annoying to Henna. He needed to keep that particular thought to himself.

  “Technically, I think he's a paralegal. But, before he was nailing my cousin across her desk, he was getting her dry-cleaning and answering her phone.” On the plus side, he was not a secretary. He might not be twenty-four anymore, but he had something Antonio Martinez probably didn't have. A lot of money. The great equalizer.

  “Does he live in San Francisco?”

  “Yeah, over in the Mission District. Why?”

  “What is the area code in San Francisco?”

  “415.”

  “I will tell Henna you called.”

  “I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I could talk to her. You know. Make sure you don't have her tied up in a closet or something. Please tell me I didn't call in the middle of some kind of twisted sexual forty questions. Because I am going to be really offended if I just participated in some freaky sex game.”

  The door to the bathroom opened and Henna exited in the black slip he favored.

  “Just a moment.” He held out the phone to Henna. “Simon.”

  Henna went from feeling ready to toss Eduardo on to the bed to slightly confused. “Hello.”

  “Hey,” Simon said. “Are you okay? If you're not okay and you need me to call security, or better yet call Mel, just say bananas.”

  “Have you lost your mind? I'm perfectly fine. What is going on with you?”

  “Nothing. I called you to get an update, and now I'm wondering if your new friend isn't loco. Wanted to know all about Tony.”

  “Meadow's Tony?”

  “Yes. Very weird.”

  “That's weird.”

  “No shit,” Simon said. “So? Bananas?”

  “No bananas. You're bananas. I'll call you back when I've sorted this one out.”

  “If I don't hear from you in an hour, I'm calling Mel.”

  “Do not call my father. He doesn't know about this yet, and I'm planning on telling him myself.”

  “You really think Mel hasn't figured out you're nailing Eden's father-in-law? Have you met your father?”

  “We're being really discreet.”

  “Sure you are. Call me later.”

  She ended the call then set her phone on the desk. “So?”

  “Who is Antonio Martinez?” Eduardo held out the postcard from the bartender that he had to have found in her bag. “Why do you have a picture of him? Why does he want you to call him? If he is in a relationship with your friend, Meadow, then why is he encouraging your attention?”

  “Three things,” she said. “One. Where did you find that? Two. Why are you quizzing Simon about me? Three. Where do you get off acting like I'm somehow accountable to you? Four. Why do you want to know about Tony Martinez?”

  “You said three things,” he said.

  “Don't.” She raised a finger and took a lungful of air through her nose. Then she remembered something. The bartender was named Anton Martinez. “How many Antonio Martinez's do you think there might be in the world?”

  “A few,” he conceded.

  She picked up her phone and flipped through the pictures until she found the one she wanted. Tony and Meadow sitting across from her at a mutual friend’s wedding. “That is Tony Martinez.” She shoved the phone at Eduardo. “You annoy me. You have no right to be jealous. You especially have no right to drag Simon into your neurosis. You want to know something about me? Ask me!” She snatched the postcard from Eduardo. “This is not Tony Martinez. Okay, well, it is Tony Martinez, but not my Tony Martinez. Meadow's Tony Martinez. You know what I mean.”

  She tossed the picture on the desk and walked away. Eduardo picked up the postcard and studied it. “Who is he? I'm asking you, not Simon.”

  Henna looked over her shoulder at him, her body sparking with irritation. Eduardo was a beautiful specimen of a man. He had reached his meridian. Everything about him, from his smoldering eyes and full lips to his broad well-muscled shoulders and chest down to his thick cock and legs with thighs like twisted rope, was pure masculine perfection. He had the build of a man who used his body for more than moving from place to place. A rare find in the modern world. “That's for me to know and you to find out.”

  Mature. Really mature. At least she didn't stick her tongue out at him.

  With his cat like quickness, Eduardo was behind her. He grabbed her roughly, and his hands probed her body with the casual arrogance of ownership. “Who is he?” he asked, nipping at her ear. Every moment with him, she learned something new. Depending on his mood, Eduardo ranged from being the gentlest of lovers to the roughest. Henna had enjoyed the pleasures associated with the full spectrum of his desires while exploring her own.

  “Don't you recognize him?” she asked. “You should.”

  He turned her around in his arms. He looked at the card, then at her. “Who is he? I recognize him.”

  “He's the bartender from the Miami airport,” she told him. “The one who offered me money to blow him.”

  He looked at the card a final time, then tossed it to the side. Eduardo was not shy about the fact that he wanted her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, licking and twirling. His fingers grasped the fabric of the silky slip she wore. In a single practiced move, he slipped the garment over her head and tossed it to the side. The mixture of fabric covering his hard body added to the sensation of smooth hands brushing over her bare skin.

  A low moan rumbled from Eduardo's throat as she ripped open the buttons on his trousers and freed his full thick cock from its confines. His erection throbbed, and he shifted slightly to encourage her touch. Hard and long, it jerked slightly. His shaft pulsed against her abdomen as he pulled her tightly to him.

  Henna pushed back slightly, her palms against the cotton of his shirt. She looked him up and down once again. Eduardo was a perfect specimen of masculine sexuality, and he was hers to do with as she wanted. A thrilling sense of feminine power shot through her at the thought of being in control of all that masculine energy. It made her horny to think of all that power between her legs and the command she had over it.

  She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and then helped him shrug it off. It was discarded with a negligent flick of the wrist, in the same direction as her negligee. Her nipples tightened, and heat pooled between her thighs at the sight of his bare muscled chest and abdomen. His shoulders were wide, and his biceps like twined ropes. Not the build of a man who spent too much time at the gym, but one who worked with his body and came by the definition naturally.

  His hands shifted, slipping over the mounds of her breasts. He stroked a finger along the full weight of one breast, sending zing
ing pleasurable through her. His light touch circled her nipple, stroked across it, then traveled to the other nipple. With a quick pinch and a twist, he silently asked her if she wanted it rough.

  Eduardo enjoyed mixing up their exploits as much as she did. Their romps so far consistently varied. As far as she could tell, he was always up for anything and never afraid to let her know what he wanted. Whether she wanted to be a sultry, wanton minx enjoying the ride of her life, a goddess to be worshiped, or a slut that needed to be screwed, Eduardo gave her what she desired.

  Her unspoken answer to his question came in the form of her teeth nipping at his bottom lip as she kissed him. While she ran her mouth over his face and raked her hands into his hair, he got his trousers past his hips and let them slide past his knees to the floor. He kicked his shoes along with the rest of his clothing off, and Henna rubbed against him, stroking his arousal.

  She didn't protest as they sank to the floor, and he nudged her hips, telling her without speaking what he wanted. On her hands and knees, she sank to her elbows, wiggling her ass at him. He ran his fingers between her cheeks and the silk of her panties. With a quick jerk, he rent the flimsy fabric in two and tossed it to the floor.

  Henna arched her back in anticipation, lifting her glistening sex and exposing herself to him. The flicker of a condom wrapper flying past her line of sight gave her a small thrill. She had never had her pussy waxed clean before and hadn't regretted the decision to give it a try for one moment. She liked the look of it. Even more, she liked the feel of it when his cock slid into her.

  Her blood pumped heavily through her veins as heat suffused every inch of her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming in frustration when he fingered the folds of her sex, stretching, pulling, and exploring while avoiding the knot of nerve endings at the apex of her want. She pushed back to meet him, but he wanted to make her suffer a little so he held back, placing only the tip of his cock at her entrance, letting it move in and out with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

  “Tell me what you want,” Eduardo demanded as he wrapped her hair around his hand and wrist pulling with an exquisite firmness.

  “You,” she gasped as the tip of his cock stroked her swollen clit.

  “What do you want me to do?” His hand reached around her and plucked at her nipples.

  “Fuck me,” she ordered.

  Gradually, bit by bit, he eased inside her. He moved slightly, forcing his cock deeper then withdrawing, causing her to moan at the denial of pleasure, controlling how much of him he gave to her. His fingers clamped around her waist in a tight, biting grip. The feel of his thick girth sliding into her heat made his gentle torment an excruciating test of wills. She wanted to plunge back and take him all at once, but the strength with which he held her prevented her from filling her cunt with his cock.

  In one swift and unexpected thrust, he entered her with the full stiff length of his cock until the head pressed against her cervix and his balls kissed her swollen pussy lips. She shifted and her hot inner channel contracted around his rigid length, fisting it in a tight glove.

  Her inner muscles relaxed and contracted, coaxing him deeper. Her back bowed as she shoved her ass upward, inviting him to fuck her as completely as possible. Finally, one finger slipped to the first joint into the tight pucker of her anus. Just enough to tease and enhance her pleasure.

  “Did you want to fuck him? The bartender? Did you?” Eduardo’s palm came down in a stinging slap against her ass as his finger worked her hole and his cocked slid in and out of her liquid heat.

  “Yes,” she said forcefully. The truth was no, but that didn't really matter. She liked him hot and jealous. She also liked the feel of his hand coming down hard on her bottom.

  A second slashing sting across her buttocks called forth a gasp and sent a shiver of desire pulsating through her body, radiating out through her cunt.

  “I'll bet you want us both to fuck you at the same time,” Eduardo said. “You know you'd like that.”

  She nodded. Another secret fantasy revealed. “Yes. Absolutely. I always thought about doing that. Would you do that?”

  He buried himself as deeply as he could go and stopped, just holding her against him. Together they paused to fully enjoy the range of sensations that coursed through their bodies.

  “I would do that. Once. I could put aside my jealousy to give you that.” His fingers pinched her ass hard. “But you would have to give me something I have always wanted. “

  “Let me guess. Two women?” Had to be. Would she? Depended on the woman.

  “Yes. Would you?” His movements slowed as he waited on her response.

  “Yes. Once.”

  Eduardo resumed his effort of rapidly pulling out followed by a powerful thrust inside her. He repeated the movement, bringing both of them closer to climax. His balls brushed against her hard clit, causing her to tremble with pleasure with every fleeting touch. She groaned at the liquid intoxication of sensations that invaded her. The friction of his thrusting against her tight inner walls sent her senses into overload. The only sounds in the room were the heavy sighs of passion reaching its apex and the rapid breathing of exertion.

  The potential energy of her orgasm coiled low in her core. She was so close, and Eduardo was not going to deny her. Her breathing was ragged. He pumped his hips, and she felt him all the way to her core. Her body ached for release, but her pussy cried out for more, harder, faster, and deeper.

  The feeling of inevitability told her there was no more prolonging the exquisite ecstasy as her climax blossomed from her core like ripples on a smooth surface of a pool. A vibration of sensation rippled through her as she let go and came. She cried out his name as her back arched.

  When the last wave washed over her, he came at her hard, strong, and hungrily, placing his hands on her hips and grinding into her. He moaned and sputtered, telling her what he wanted to do to her while his hips jerked forward in a sexual staccato as he sought his own release. With a cry of pure pleasure, Eduardo pulled her hips up, planting her wet spent sex against his cock as hot jets of cum emptied into the condom.

  The sudden silence in the room was punctuated only by the sounds filtering up from below and the low breathy panting of two people who had found the peak of ecstasy in the other. Her entire body shivered then moaned with disappointment when Eduardo slid from her with a wet pop. He stood behind her, stretched his body, and held out a hand, which she accepted. He helped her from the ground and stood her before him then cupped a hand behind her hair and around the back of her neck as he stared into her eyes. “You know I'm just jealous.”

  “You have no reason to be.” She smiled up at him.

  “Don't forget that,” Eduardo said as he bent his mouth to hers. He lifted her into his arms, making her gasp in surprise. He kissed the tip of her nose as he gently laid her on the bed.

  Henna lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “You’re really raising the bar on my expectations.” She leaned up a little and looked at him. “In every conceivable way.”

  “So,” Eduardo said, and she knew what was coming next. “Would you really let me bring another woman to our bed just for a night?”

  “Yes,” she said. “But…I have conditions. No friends. Top of the list. You might just get your chance to really hire an escort. No skanky ho's.”

  “I know of a woman,” he said. “She runs a very discreet agency. Very professional.”

  “You mean she's a madam.”

  “Yes. Very professional. Very exclusive. Several of my friends have recommended her.”

  “When is your birthday?”

  “Next month.”

  “Sort it out. No one prettier than me. If I'm going to go gay for a night for you, I think I'd prefer a redhead or a blonde. Oh no!” She propped on her elbows and looked down at him. “I know. A really pretty Asian woman. Like a geisha. I would so do that.”

  “I…Fine. If that's what you want, I'll make the arrangements.”

  “Oh…
and my birthday is next month, too.” She walked her fingers up his bare abdomen. “I like blonds built like swimmers. All shoulders. Reow!”

  Eduardo laughed as he wrapped an arm around her. “You'll do this for me?”

  “Why not? When I'm with you, I feel totally free and uninhibited. If I'm ever going to do this with anyone, it's going to be you. I cannot imagine in my life that I will ever meet another man who I am as open with as I am you.”

  He put his hand behind her head and pulled their mouths together. The kiss was pure sweet, compared to the hot and spicy they'd just shared. “I feel absolutely the same.”

  The phone next to the bed rang.

  “Ignore it,” Eduardo said.

  She'd already picked up the receiver by the time he'd finished speaking.

  “Hi there!” Eden chirped joyfully. “Busy?”

  “Uh, not really?” She should have ignored the phone.

  “You sound winded. Working out?”

  “No. What's up?” Could she just hang up on her sister? Eden would hang up on her.

  “You're late for the spa.”

  “Spa. I forgot about the spa.” She looked at the clock. “I was supposed to be there ten minutes ago.”

  “Chop chop,” Eden cheered. “That is unless something else has come up? Perhaps you are otherwise engaged?”

  “No. Not at all. I'm on my way.” She slammed the phone down, scrambled over Eduardo, and stumbled into the bathroom. As fast as she could, she pulled herself together.

  Eduardo lay on the bed with the pillows propped up behind him and the remote for the TV in his hand.

  “I'm so sorry,” she said. “I'd much rather stay with you.”

  “Henna,” he said. “Have a good time with your sister. I'm going to the pool for a swim and some sun. Join me there when you're done.”

  “I'll text you.” She dashed from the room and made a line for the spa.

  Eden sat in the waiting area with Gloria. When she sat with them, she checked the time on her phone. “I thought our appointment was at two. I'm so sorry.”