by Leigh Lennon
“I’m all yours, sugar,” I say with a small little smirk.
Taking my hand in hers, which I secretly love, she pulls me to the bedroom and I don’t let go. Standing me at the foot of her bed, she walks over to her suitcase and grabs something long and circular from her bag, throwing it on her bed. I’m all smiles when I realize what it is.
“Don’t leave town without it, Ginger?” I ask.
“Well, Davis, I wasn’t expecting you so yes, a girl has to please herself when the need presents itself.” She smirks while I continue to look at the long purple vibrator on her bed.
“So, what is this, Ginge? What is it you want from me?”
“I love having someone watch me masturbate. Are you okay with that?”
Holy fuck, I feel like I’ve just won the lottery. “Um, let me think?” I stumble, as all I consider are the many mental images going through my mind. “Yes, I think I can suffer through it.” I must stay put with my feet planted or I’ll attack her. “Besides observing, which might I add will be fucking horrible,” my voice is laced with sarcasm, “what is it you want me to do?”
“Oh, that is easy, I want to watch you make yourself come as I come, too.”
This woman is perfect! “Oh, again, I think I can suffer through it,” I say sardonically while she settles the sheets and the comforter that we haven’t made in two days since we’ll eventually mess it up anyway.
“Okay, Ice Queen.” I love surprising her with the names I can come up with and though she’s amused by the smirk on her face, she flips me off again. “Watch out because when I’m back in control, I’ll smack your sweet ass for that,” I tease and I would love to do just that but by the look on her face, I know I’m warned.
She settles the pillows in the way that her body is vertically in front of me and while her torso is propped up, I have a great vantage point to her pussy. As she settles in with her legs spread eagle, I keep eye contact with her when she starts the little motor of her vibrating friend.
“Don’t think your little device there is going to see much more action after today, sugar,” I say and as the first part of that vibrator hits her pussy, her eyes roll back in her head for a split second. “Don’t tell me that feels better than me?” I ask.
“Fuck no. Nothing feels better than your long and thick cock inside of me, Davis. I just wanted to change things up, plus watching you stroke your dick makes me want to come hard.”
I wait for her to get situated and she stares at me as her purple friend goes in and out of her and in that moment, I fucking want to throw her vibrator out the window and push my hard self into her. Watching her like this is enjoyable, to say the least, though I’m done letting her dictate my actions.
“Davis,” she says sharply with her breath caught in her throat. “With one hand, stroke yourself slowly and with the other hand, squeeze your balls lightly, just enough to give yourself pleasure.” Her body is absorbed in the sensations of the vibrator but still looking directly at me.
“You know, Ginger, you’re a hell of a woman.” And fuck, if her little icy heart isn’t starting to form around my own. I realize in this minute, I want more and I was fucking stupid to agree to this because walking away from her may just be my demise.
It’s as if she can read my mind, “I told you, Davis, not to fall for me. I mean, it’s easy, I understand that.” Again, her voice is jagged and breathy with pleasure.
“I’m not, don’t worry your little icy heart about it, Ginger,” I lie.
She tries to laugh but I’ve seen enough of her orgasms over the last few days to know when she’s about to come. I watch her, ramping up my own pace because I want to come at the same time she does. Watching her come will make me cream all over the place and I do, within ten seconds.
I must catch my breath because that was some of the most intense, intimate shit I’ve been through without touching the other person. As soon as I can breathe again, because Sasha takes my breath away, I climb into bed with her. At first, she resists but then sinks in next to my body and we melt together.
“You know,” she begins, “We’ll have to get out of this bed sooner or later. We promised Syd and Cam a day at the beach.”
“True,” I begin and sharing Sasha with them makes me happy as I get to see the soft side of this enchantress who is claiming my heart. “But we can sit here for ten minutes.”
“Okay,” she says slowly. “What do you want to know?”
“What?” I ask but the truth of the matter is I want to know everything there is about her. I get this week, then it’s goodbye. I want to know what makes her icy little heart tick. Though I know within a shadow of a doubt, her heart really isn’t that cold.
“Davis, you’re easy to read. It’s okay because you’re also easy to talk to. I mean, you’re easy to do other things with, too,” she says with a smirk as we are now face to face.
“I want to start with something hard, Ginger,” I say.
“It is very easy to get you hard, too.” She reaches her hands below my waist and grabs my cock. That’s fine, we can have this conversation with her hands on me.
“No, I wasn’t talking about that hard thing, but don’t move your fucking hands,” I say as a little moan escapes.
But she fucking stops anyway and laughs. “No, you want me to open up about my mom, because of yesterday.”
Fuck, if we aren’t on the same wavelength, I don’t know who is. “Yes,” is all I say.
She nuzzles her little button nose to the side of my arm and I adjust to bring her close to me. Now, she looks away just like she did yesterday in the car. “My mom, she was everything. See, my dad, he’s not a good man. I mean, he loves me and all that shit and my mother loved him so much. But she shielded me from the seedier parts of him. Then when she was gone and my suspicions were that she died because of his fucking sleaze ball ways, I pretty much disowned him.”
I don’t have to see her to know she’s crying, I feel it running down the side she now has her head buried into. All I see is her auburn hair fanned out over the curvy lines of her back revealing just a hint of freckles. When I touch her, at the base of her ass, she flinches as though she realizes she has spilled a part of herself to me. She stiffens as I tip her face up to see my eyes search her soul.
“Shh, don’t start to retreat into yourself, Queenie.”
“How many fucking nicknames are you going to come up with for me?”
I know her opening up to me is now over, for right now, but I call this a score for me in my endeavor to heal her in some sort of way. I only respond, “I don’t know, how many more days do we have left? I’ll see what I can do.”
The conversation may be over but she rests her head in the crook of my arm while I take my other hand, rubbing it down her stomach as a comfort. I could stay like this all day.
* * *
Taking Cameron and Sydney to the beach with us is in total contradiction to the day we shared yesterday. Unfortunately, as much as I enjoyed fucking her in the ocean, I think I may like this day even better.
Sasha is in a bright pink bikini that I’ve wanted to take off her throughout the whole day but that’s not an option. Watching her with the kids causes my heart to flutter, wondering if I could have a family one-day.
I am out in the surf helping Sydney wakeboard while Sasha is building castles in the sand with Cameron. Every so often, I would look up and Sasha is watching me with Sydney, waving or smiling. I wonder if she has those pangs of starting a family one-day or if like me, the past sins of her father, like my own, would cause me to pack it all up. I then think to myself, Nope, no fucking way. That father of mine will not take away my future. He’s already taken away so much.
I could’ve shared this with her this morning, relating to her story as I too blame my father for the death of my mother. It is about getting Sasha to open up a little bit more though; to see what makes her tick.
Leaving the beach, with Syd and Cam passed out in the back seat, Sasha touches m
y thigh with her sandy little hands as she says, “Davis, this has been one of the best days I’ve had, thanks for that.”
In three days, this girl has done a number on me. I squeeze her hand and say, “I had a great time, too, Ginge.”
10
Christmas Eve hits us the next day. After we finally pull ourselves out of bed, we meander on down to the main house for a boat trip with Mack and his family. I’m face to face with their big ass Christmas tree with more presents than were under it yesterday. Sydney and Cameron are excited, “See, we got more presents under the tree.”
As I watch the kids attack Sasha, I see that softer, sweeter side of this ice queen that I know exists.
Sydney is begging Sasha to pull her hair into a French braid and Cameron wants her to make one of her famous paper airplanes.
“I can make a paper airplane,” I say, taking a piece of paper but within a split second, Cameron grabs it from me.
“Sorry, Mr. Davis, but no one can make one as good as Sasha can. Her planes are those of legends.” He grins with big brown eyes, waiting patiently for her to finish Sydney’s hair. Anna is in the kitchen making us a lunch for the boat. Offering to help her, she shoves me out of the kitchen and I head toward Mack’s office just on the other side. It’s funny, I’ve known these people for four days and it’s as though I’ve known them my whole life.
The door is cracked and I am about to knock when I hear his voice raised, “Now you listen here, you have always been a bitch, thinking you can boss me around, but I’ve got every right to tell him you’re using him.” There is a silence. “No, you can’t do that. You have always been a self-righteous fucker, you know that.” With those words, he slams his hand on what I assume is the desk because I hear curse words as though he hurt himself. Pushing the door open, I see his face pale when he sees me there.
“I’m sorry, Mack. I didn’t really hear anything except that someone is threatening you and well, you called him or her a fucker. Which is obviously the correct response.” I have people I can call for help if I only knew what sort of trouble he’s in.
“No, it is just an investor, a silent investor that is getting greedy with some of the other properties I own.”
I have no idea there is more real estate he’s in charge of but, why would I? I’ve only known him four days.
I take in his hand, shaky yet clenched like he may take someone’s head off. I get it, money is as personal as it gets. The only worse scenario would be this silent investor threatening his family.
“Listen, Mack, it is none of my business, but I can help if you’re in trouble.”
He stands up quickly, bumping his knees on the bottom of his desk, “No, I got this, it’s nothing that a little boat ride won’t make right. I’ll deal with the asshole after the holidays.” I’ve heard these words delivered the same way by me when I was trying to convince myself that fucking Sylvie was not ruining my life in the past. Yet here I am, with a beautiful woman to keep me company for the week and a family I’m starting to adore.
“If you say so, Mack, but seriously, if you find yourself in a spot, I truly can help you.”
Walking past me, he clasps my shoulders and says, “I’m sure you can, Jake. Thanks.”
With that, the subject is closed and he goes to help his wife in the kitchen.
I find myself back in the living room and I see that Sasha has indeed made the best paper airplane in the world as Cameron flies it effortlessly around the living room. I quickly forget about Mack’s phone call as I come up behind Sasha, who is sitting on the sofa. Massaging her shoulders, a small moan escapes. Yep, everything before this moment is forgotten as I’m left with my Ginger.
* * *
Taking two cars to the marina, I watch Mack, someone for all intents and purposes I barely know, but in my job, I can read people. This man has all the telltale signs of someone hiding something. I realize I’m being stupid, this is the Caymans and I’m on vacation. I can’t be letting my job and all the paranoia that comes with it affect this time I have with Ginger.
As I help him load all the supplies onto his boat, one much larger than I thought, I keep one eye on Sasha. Call it the job or just the fact that we’re overseas and I’ve had my share of shit happen to me in other countries, but I don’t look away from her or the kids for too long. What I find odd is that Mack is doing the same thing. Fucking Sylvie has gotten in my mind and now I’m paranoid about everyone. Man, I wish I was this cautious when she roped me into this lifestyle. Fucking Sylvie! It’s funny how I can’t just say Sylvie, because with her comes her own cluster fuck that she brings to people’s lives.
Back to my thoughts on Sasha; I wonder what color swimsuit she’s wearing today that is blocked by the black dress covering every wonderful curve of her body.
“You can’t take your eyes off her, Jake,” Mack comments, lifting the last cooler for the day while I take the fishing polls in my hand.
“Hmm, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I mock.
“Don’t be fucking coy with me. I mean, man, I like you and I would consider you a friend, even after a short amount of time knowing you. You’re decent and you care for her more than you’re willing to admit. Both of you do.” He adds that last part and I’m taken aback.
“So, what though? We have both two very different lives. I travel ninety percent of the time, have a business in China and I oversee a shit ton of crap. I’m not in the stage of life to give it up,” I say, thinking this conversation is over.
“But you left the states for a woman. The only reason you’d do that and get away is if you were willing to give her what she needed. But here you are with Sasha. I know I warned you a couple days ago that she was off limits for the future, but I don’t know now.” Mack turns his head to Anna, winking at her as she blows kisses his way. “Fuck, man, I would be lost in life without that woman. She’s my world and those devils we made together, they are proof our love exists.” He rakes his hand through his hair and says, “Listen, man, take this as you want to but you get one chance in life if you’re lucky. Anna and I had our ups and downs. Fuck, take the idea of what ups and downs look like and multiply it by a fucking million and those were the odds that were stacked against us, but I would do it a billion times over for her.”
I don’t say anything, I mean what can I say? He’s fucking right.
* * *
It’s turquoise. Her bikini is fucking turquoise and it looks so good against the cream of her skin and the auburn hair that is whipping in the wind. At the front of Mack’s boat, I wrap my arms around her slender waist and say, “What would happen if…”
I don’t finish that sentence because she waves me off. “Davis, please. Not right now. Can we just enjoy what this is?”
That is not the reaction I want and fuck do I want to challenge her. But I don’t. I only say, “Okay, but this conversation is not over yet, cupcake.”
Turning her head to me, she says, “Yes, it is!” Then she softly smiles at me when she scoffs, “Cupcake, really?”
“Only if you have a cherry that I can eat, too?”
Taking her teeth and running them down my ear, her response is, “Oh, I have something you can eat, that’s for sure.” I love her naughty mouth.
* * *
Christmas Eve dinner is one of the most memorable nights I’ve shared with anyone since losing my parents. I walk into the kitchen to Sasha making a dessert of some kind and Anna kneading dough for biscuits.
“What is this?” I ask, pointing at the apron Sasha has on.
“I never said I couldn’t cook, I don’t want you to think I do because I’m a woman,” she says, cocking one eyebrow at me. All I think about is taking her over the counter and smacking her ass for being so sassy. Her attitude could be one reason I’m falling for her so quickly. I wasn’t lying when I said we’d broach the conversation I wanted to have with her later. I had planned to wait until after Christmas day. I want her to have a holiday with someone who cares for he
r and I have no idea the last time she had this. I always had Hannah, even after the shit hit the fan of the small little town we grew up in in North Carolina, I still had my sister. It sounds like Sasha has been alone for a hell of a long time.
“Jake, if you continue to look at my sous chef the way you’re looking at Sasha, I’m afraid you’re going to devour her.”
Taking a carrot, dipping it in ranch dressing, Anna’s statement has left the door wide open for me. “I’m actually thinking of doing just that.”
“Later, Davis,” Sasha whispers just intentionally loud enough for Anna to hear. “Anna has whip cream in the fridge, I’ll steal it and you can feast on me for dessert, if you’re a good boy,” she adds, knowing I’ll have something to say about these words.
“No, the whipped cream is for the pumpkin pie,” Anna adds.
“How about peach pie?” I ask. “Because I have something I’ve been promised later that tastes as fresh as peaches.” Throwing the dishrag my way, Anna tries to look disgusted. “Oh, does she have cherries, too?” I ask while Sasha winks at me.
“Oh, you two are horrible.” Laughing, she only says, “Sweet and hot for one another but still so horrible. It’s like you two were made for each other.”
I shoot a look Sasha’s way when she shakes her head no at me. “See, I told you this conversation was not over.”
* * *
That evening, as I’m walking out of my room, which I’ve barely used, with her present wrapped in my hand, I see her under the huge Christmas tree in a red nightie with a large green bow on her luscious tits. This girl has as many colored nighties as she does bikinis. I stop in my tracks and only stare.
“What is this?” I say.
She only smirks as she says, “Well, this is your present, me! But it is missing something.”
“What is that?” I ask.