by Lexi Whitlow
She gives me that smile again—mischievous and lustful. Her hands reach down, untying the strings that hold her bathing suit shorts together. The black bikini bottom falls halfway down, exposing the dark thatch of her sex. My cock stiffens in my board shorts, and I half-consider fucking her right here, her ass pressed against the palm tree as I thrust inside her and fill her again and again.
But I don’t. I need her in my bed to properly worship every inch of her curvy body. Not because I don’t want to fuck outdoors, but because I want the chance to wake her again and again, to come inside of her as often as I want, as she screams my name.
“Not here,” I say.
She pulls me in close and takes my hand, putting it to her breast. “Please. I need it. I want to feel you inside of me.”
“There’s more than one way to accomplish that.” I lean down and put my lips to her bare breast. She gasps as I bite down gently. My hand cups the other, rolling one nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Yes—just like—oh my God.”
My hand travels down over the gentle curve of her belly, finding the soft mound of her sex and parting her legs ever so gently. She’s wet—dripping—and just from the work of my mouth and tongue on her breasts. I groan against her skin and move my mouth to the other, sucking on her nipple, my tongue flicking over it. My shaft is as hard as iron. I hadn’t planned on finishing myself here, but it might be a necessity.
But Freya comes first. Literally.
I plunge two fingers into her waiting pussy, not caring that Caelan or Ally might hear us. I need the feeling of her slickness on my hand; I need the sound of her coming to fill my ears. My fingers work swiftly—my thumb making small circles around her clit as I bend my fingers inside of her and find the soft, ridged area of her g-spot. Her body stiffens, and she lets out a loud groan, her voice reckless and needy. My tongue works over her nipple, my teeth biting and grazing as my fingers work faster, moving in and out. The walls of her pussy clench against my fingers, and her legs and hips begin to shake, toes curling against the sand. I get to my knees fast, abandoning the salty taste of her skin for her pussy, pressing my face to her body and taking her clit in my mouth as she comes. I pull it between my lips and let my tongue move over it again. With one hand, I bring a finger to her sweet puckered hole, massaging it as she comes to orgasm. She spasms and shakes hard, coming for me, hands gripping my hair. I hear my name from somewhere above as her wetness runs over my lips.
I’m so hard it’s painful, and I need release. I stand and pull her into a kiss, pressing my cock to her naked body and letting her taste her own juices in my mouth. To my surprise, her kiss is excited, and she groans as her tongue touches mine.
When we pull apart, her eyes look as wild as her hair. “God, I hope they didn’t hear—”
“Don’t care.” I’m already pulling down my shorts, letting my cock spring free. “I needed that. And now I need this.”
Freya is about to get to her knees for me, and I shake my head. “Plenty of time for that. I want to watch you come again.”
“I just came—I don’t think I can again!” She puts her hand to her mouth like it would be shocking to masturbate in front of anyone, even though I just had a mouthful of her gorgeous pussy and a finger at the entrance of her ass.
I start stroking myself, hungry for release. A bead of precum is already at my tip, and I’m not certain how long I can last. “Please, baby, come for me. Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”
She nods and looks nervously to the boat. We’re shaded where we are, and I doubt we can be seen. “Given the lack of arguing,” I say, groaning and stroking my cock faster, “I’d say those two are still on the boat. Might be doing the same.”
Freya smiles and parts her legs again, leaning back against the tree. She brings one hand to her breast and teases her own nipple. The other hand travels down to her sex, and she lets her fingers lazily travel over her pussy, teasing her clit. She moans, softly.
“I’d rather have you inside of me.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I say. I can almost feel my balls start to tighten, so I go a little slower, stroking my shaft deliberately.
“I would.” She looks me in the eye. “But you’re so big, it might take a little time to get used to your cock.”
“I’d go slow,” I say. Another bead of cum appears at my tip, and I groan. A shiver runs up my spine. I imagine her gripping me tight, her wetness running over my length.
“Good. I haven’t had much experience, so I’m a little tight,” she says. Her fingers speed up, and her breaths come more rapidly. “Oh God, I can feel it. I can feel you inside of me.” Her eyes roll back, and she shudders, her voice a need-filled whisper.
When she starts to come, my balls grow tight. I watch her, shaking against her own hand. I step to her and turn her around quickly, my hand gripping her perfect ass as I come in hot ropes on the sand.
“You’re mine,” I mutter. “Mine.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, as I shudder and release once more. “I am.”
I pull my shorts up and take her into my arms, kissing her deeply.
She’s mine. But only for now. That’s the lingering thing left unsaid, hanging in the air between us.
“I want you to come stay with me at the villa,” I say, unthinkingly.
“For the night, you mean?” She pulls on her suit and looks, distracted, back at the boat. There is no sign of my brother, and no sign of Allison.
“No, for the rest of your stay in Ibiza.”
Freya blinks twice and looks baffled, like I’ve suddenly grown a horn out of the middle of my head. “What about Allison?”
“She’s welcome too. There’s plenty of room.”
Freya looks at me like she’s uncertain, but it passes and she shakes her head. “I’d love to. We have a whole bunch of activities planned while we’re here—boat trips, some hiking and a rave on the last day.”
“I won’t get in the way of anything you have planned. I never would.”
She gives me a quizzical look and laughs. “That hasn’t exactly been my experience with guys before.”
“Kirk wasn’t the live-and-let-live type?”
“No. He was the possessive cheater type. Kind of ironic if you think about it.”
“Not so much,” I say. I think of that protective thing I felt before. I like that feeling. I like telling her she’s mine. But she belongs to herself first. “Men like that are all insecure. They want to possess you and everything else while they’re at it. I’ll take as much of you as you’re willing to give.”
“How poetic,” she says, smiling.
“It’s just true.”
“I’ll stay with you,” she says. “And I’ll get Ally to as well. It’ll be cheaper, anyway.”
We both laugh, and it’s the best feeling in the world. Perhaps even better than holding her in my arms.
7
Freya
Do you think that I’m crazy for agreeing to stay with him?” I ask Ally as I fold the pile of clothes on the bed.
“No. Hopefully, for both of our sakes, he’s not a con artist. That would definitely dampen the mood,” she says. Her tone is light, like she’s joking, but her eyes look worried.
“Ha ha, very funny,” I deadpan. “He does seem to have all of this money, or at least his family does.”
“Yeah. That’s a little… weird. But I mean…” Her voice trails off for a second. “There are some old school families in Europe with a metric fuckton of money. That’s kinda what I’m guessing, given the giant stick up Caelan’s ass.”
I snort and look through my toiletry bag. Birth control, shampoo, lotion, toothpaste. All the essentials. “And what’s the nature of the stick up handsome Caelan’s ass?”
“He has talked about his family and all sorts of obligations—his job back home, and the politics of Bellecoaste. It’s one of those tiny little countries no one knows anything
about. Apparently it’s about to become a big player in the EU.”
“Sorry, my brain just went to sleep,” I say, faking a yawn.
“Yeah, well, it’s stuff I’m supposed to know something about, and Caelan has been giving me shit about not knowing my stuff.”
“His mistake.”
“Yeah,” she says, giving me a look. “He’s hot as hell. And funny. And wicked smart. And he’s just… difficult.”
“You like difficult,” I tease.
“Well, just give me a room on the opposite side of the house where Caelan is staying,” Ally says. “I’m all for the villa and the yacht and a free place to stay, but he drives me a little insane.”
“Insane with wild desire?”
“That and… he intentionally pushes my buttons. We’ve fooled around a couple of times now. And then he goes all cold and distant. Like he regretted it. It wasn’t the best feeling.”
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, he’s got some issues he needs to work on, but I’m fine. Caelan’s the one who’s obviously not okay, which makes my spidey sense tingle a bit more. But what better place to get info on two boys than their sweet-ass villa?”
I laugh. “Sure. And there’s a bunch of food there.”
“Now you’re talking. Free food, too. I’m in.” She gives me her million dollar smile.
We finish packing the rest of our stuff and take an Uber to the villa where the guys are staying. Caelan opens the door when we arrive and glances at me before his eyes land and stay on Allison.
“I’m glad you decided to come,” he says, and it sounds like the tiniest of an apology—or a virtual olive branch to her since we’re going to be staying here. Either way, Ally nods in acknowledgement and we walk inside.
“Your rooms will be next to each other. Follow me, I’ll lead the way,” he says as he’s walking in front of us. Caelan has this weirdly formal way of talking sometimes, but I chalk it up to the fact that he’s from an old, rich European family, and English is probably his fifth or sixth language.
The villa is just as big as the first time I saw it, but in the light of day, it looks even more vast. My nerves from before have died down a little now that we’re actually here, and hopefully now I can enjoy myself without over thinking everything.
Caelan stops in front of the first door. “Freya, this one’s for you. Ally, you’re the next door down. I’ll let you two get settled in, maybe look around if you want. We’re having a big dinner tonight so dress appropriately.”
“Versus inappropriately?” Ally counters.
“Exactly,” Caelan answers, not fazed at all by Ally’s remark. He bows and turns to leave.
I turn to Ally once Caelan is far enough away not to hear. “You just have to goad him, don’t you?”
She smirks. “Can’t help it.”
“I thought you didn’t like him?”
“Depends on the time of day,” she grins. “Besides, I never said that directly. I said, in not so many words, that he’s an asshole.”
“You’re horrible,” I joke. “I’m going to go put all my stuff away. Want to do anything before dinner?”
“Let’s see if this place has a sauna. I could totally go for some steam action,” Ally says hopefully.
“Deal.”
We do indeed find a sauna and of course it’s oversized just like everything else in the villa. We sit in nothing but our white towels, enjoying the heat, when the door opens and Andreas walks inside.
“I thought I’d find you two by the pool but I’m thinking I like this setting better.” He gives that wonderful smile of his and I can’t help but squirm at what it does to me. He sits right next to me and runs his hand up my thigh to the edge of the tiny towel.
“It seems like a perk of being able to borrow your cousin’s villa.”
His hand moves slightly, and every hair in my body stands on end. “It has its moments.” He looks at me through the steam, his eyes lingering on mine. At once I recall the taste of him, the feeling of his fingers inside me, his tongue tracing circles over my clit.
Real electricity courses through my body, like lightning and thunder all at once. He’s also in a towel and I take a solid moment to drink in the expanse of his muscular chest and torso. In the sauna heat, sweat drips down his body, rivulets falling over each sinewy muscle. I think of running my tongue along his skin and tasting the saltiness.
Something about him makes me want to be this sexy little vixen that can’t get enough of him. Perhaps she’s just me, and it’s taken this long—and the help of the right man—to bring her out. She’s like Freya 2.0.
Ally stands up, looking between the two of us.
“I’m going to take a nap,” she says, though I wonder if she has other motives for leaving. “I’ll see you two later; don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
We’re alone now, with nothing but our little towels between us and a hell of a lot of tension.
“I really want to rip off that little towel and pull you into my lap and fuck you like crazy, but I want our first time to be in a bed where I have the space to properly ravage you,” Andreas says with that molten hot look in his eyes. He kisses me, and it’s soft compared to his heated words.
I don’t answer and instead lose myself in his kiss, in the heat and closeness of him. I lean in closer and touch his skin. I know that if I open my mouth, I’ll be begging him to take me right here.
He kisses my forehead and runs his fingers through my hair to push it behind my ear. He looks directly into my eyes and the fears from before seem to melt away in his gaze, as if they were never there to begin with.
“I’m not sure if I told you, but I’m glad you said yes to staying with me. I’ve never wanted someone to say yes as much as I wanted you to yesterday.”
His admission is genuine, trusting.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” I confess.
He puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in to kiss me properly. Our kiss is searing; it doesn’t seem to stop, and I feel like I could kiss him forever, but the universe has other plans.
There’s a knock on the door and we pull apart as Caelan pops his head inside.
“Mother’s on the phone,” he says and promptly closes the door.
We stand up and he places one last kiss on my swollen lips before leaving to get the phone.
“I’ll see you at dinner.”
I have on a pretty sundress—it’s Ally’s, of course—that shows just the right amount of skin without being obvious. Aside from the dress I wore to the club the other night, it’s the second sexiest thing I packed.
I knock on Ally’s door and enter without waiting for her to answer.
“Ooh, perfect timing,” she says. “Can you zip me up please?”
She turns around and I help zip the light-yellow dress. It’s more conservative for Ally but I think she’s trying to play nice with Caelan since he was being polite earlier.
We walk side by side down the hallway and through the large living room to the patio outside. There’s an enormous table set immaculately for four people, complete with candelabras and red and white wine glass sets. The mood is a romantic one, that’s for sure—a fresh bouquet of local flowers sits in the center to complete the whole atmosphere.
“This is lovely,” I say to Ally.
“It most certainly is. You look stunning, by the way,” he whispers to me as he leans in to kiss my cheek.
“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” He looks so handsome in a black button-down shirt and khaki fitted shorts. It’s like his clothes were perfectly made just for him.
“Caelan will be here in a minute. Shall we go ahead and sit?” he asks us, gesturing to the table.
Ally sits down first on one side, and Andreas and I sit next to each other on the opposite side.
“So, if we’re all sitting then who’s cooking?” Allison asks Andreas.
He laughs a little. “We’re having the cuisine of Ibiza tonight
. There’s a local chef who is absolutely amazing, and we hired her and her staff for the evening. You won’t be disappointed—trust me.”
Ally and I share a look, because we’ve never hired a top chef to cook for the night. Andreas says it like it’s nothing new, so maybe he’s used to that kind of thing.
I don’t think any more of it as a server dressed all in black steps outside and opens a bottle of red wine for us. She pours everyone a glass and we sit and small talk for a few minutes while waiting for Caelan to join us.
I’m almost finished with my glass by the time Caelan walks outside. He looks flustered but still smiles when he greets us.
“Everything ok?” Andreas asks him when he sits down next to Ally.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle—just took a longer than I wanted.”
The server comes back out and tops off all the glasses. He’s followed closely behind by another who lays down four types of appetizers. Each creation looks too perfect to eat but that doesn’t stop us from sampling everything.
Dinner goes smooth and before I know it, we’ve finished our desserts and the last of the wine. The conversation is light and carefree, and Ally and Caelan managed not to fight about anything. I see her scooting in and whispering something to him, and he laughs, bolstered by the wine.
I know Ally says that she’s not sure about Caelan after what happened between them, but it’s obvious to me that he wants her. I can only wonder how long it will take for Ally to catch up and realize that.
The doorbell rings, and Caelan gets up to go answer it, much like he did when we arrived earlier. A few minutes later he reappears with two other couples, who are apparently neighbors. It’s obvious that they’ve all met before because there are hugs all around.
As a group we walk down to the pool and hot tub area where there’s more room to spread out. Everyone chats and enjoys themselves, drinking and catching up with each other. Andreas introduces me to the newcomers, and they seem friendly and welcoming.
Someone announces that we should go swimming and it’s decided that everyone will go change and meet back here. We’re all moving around in a wine-soaked haze, and I can barely remember the guests’ names. But everyone is laughing, and there’s music playing from hidden speakers somewhere in the vast living room. Ally and I get up and walk together to our rooms since they’re next to each other.