by Lexi Whitlow
When we come back out, the number of people has doubled and music plays loudly from the outdoor speakers. I spot Andreas and walk to him. He pulls me close and kisses me hard before pulling me, stumbling into the pool. The cool water hits me like a shock, and I sputter and laugh.
“I knew we were going swimming, but that was quick! What the hell are you doing?”
“I couldn’t help it. I wanted my hands on you,” he says as he leans down to lays another kiss on my lips.
I want to tell him that he’s lost his mind, but I like the feel of his hands on my skin too much to oppose his thinking.
We splash and play in the water. He chases me, catches my waist beneath the water, grabbing my ass and pressing his lips to my next.
“Where have you been hiding?” he asks.
“New York. Scotland. But right now, I’m here.” I answer.
He kisses me, his hands roaming over my body. His hand descends over my waist and down to my ass. “I like this part of you in particular.”
“Oh really? I never have. It’s a bit too round for my liking.”
“It’s just round enough for mine.” His hand slips beneath my bikini bottom and cups my ass. Deft fingers move to the front, finding my clit and caressing it.
“You just like—” I gasp, as he slips a finger inside of me and immediately finds my g-spot, running circles over it. “To do this shit in public.”
“It’s a private residence. Private pool. Private party.” He kisses me as I rock against him, heat building in my core. His thumb presses against my clit, rocking against it and bringing me closer to the edge.
I glance to the villa. I can see the entire party of people through the glass windows. They haven’t made it out here, but if they looked close enough, they’d see that Andreas and I are wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Let’s go inside,” I say, looking him in the eyes.
“You’re done for the night?” he asks.
“With the party,” I say. “But not with you.” I try to hide my smile as I say it but I fail, and I don’t even care.
“Well… in that case.” Andreas pulls me with a warm hand to the stairs so he can lead us in.
Once we’re out he grabs a couple of towels and hands me one. I wrap it around my wet body as we walk back inside the villa. The house is deserted since everyone is outside, and the music helps to drown out the chatter.
We get back to his door and he quickly opens it to pin me to it once we’re on the other side. It’s overwhelming and I instantly want more. More of this and more of him.
8
Andreas
I can’t believe that this is finally happening. I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime instead of mere days. I need her with such urgency, it’s borderline ridiculousness. I’ve been doing nothing but savoring since we met, and now I want all of her.
She’s kissing me back with the same urgency that I feel. It’s dizzying and overwhelming.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask in between kisses.
She nods. “I don’t want gentle. I want to feel. I need to feel you inside of me and on top of me. I want to feel everything with you. Make me forget everything else except you.”
Her words spur me on and it just adds fuel to an already blazing fire, stoking it to an enraging inferno.
I step back so she has enough room to move. “Take off your suit and bend over the side of the bed with your hands above your head.” It’s an order but if she doesn’t want gentle, then this is what she gets.
It takes her a second to process my request, but she quickly takes off her wet suit and lets it pile on the floor. I watch her turn and walk to the side of the bed, and I fixate my gaze on her ass as she bends over and sticks it out for me. Putting her hands above her head stretches out that curvy torso of hers. She’s gorgeous; she looks perfect and ripe for the taking, which is exactly what I plan on doing.
“Freya, I don’t think you realize just how sexy you are,” I say as I walk closer to the bed. She glances to the side and though I can only see half of her face, she’s blushing deeply. I want her ass to match the rosy shade of her cheeks.
I take off my swim trunks and step out of them. Getting down on my knees behind her, I lean down and kiss the back of her left ankle. She shivers, and I lick up a little farther and plant another kiss on the back of her calf, then the inside of her knee, the middle of her thigh, and then finally reaching her ass. I nip her cheek with my teeth, then run my tongue over the bite mark.
I can hear Freya start to moan softly and I bend down to start over on her right leg, taking my sweet time working up to her other ass cheek. I revel in how she squirms; I want her to do nothing but squirm for me and with that as my goal,
I spread her legs a little so that I can fit between them better. It’s a perfect angle to lick the pretty, dripping pussy that waits for me there. Having my mouth between Freya’s thighs is like eating straight honey and I can’t get enough.
From the sounds she’s making, Freya can’t get enough either.
I keep tasting her, wanting to know every inch of her glorious body. I want to know what makes her hot, I want her to be at my mercy and love every second of it—I want to love every second of it with her. Her pussy is perfection and the more I work my tongue through her sweetness, the harder I get.
I replace my mouth with my fingers and plunge deep inside her, making her moan good and long like she’s being fucked. I slip a third finger in and fuck she’s so damned tight it’s killing me. Freya clutches the bed spread with her fingers, and I can feel every needy, constricting pulse of her pussy around my fingers.
If she’s going to cum, it’s going to be around me cock, not my fingers. I pull them out and get up, to grab a condom from the night stand drawer. I put it on and then rub my hard cock between her ass cheeks before slowly into her, letting every inch be tightly enveloped by her.
I sigh when I’m completely inside of her. I’ve had plenty of sex in my life, there’s never been a shortage of women, but Freya is something else entirely.
I push even farther into her, not so much a stroke but a grind at this point and she mews in satisfaction.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I brush her hair to one side so that I can see her face clearly. It’s still only the side profile but that’s all I need to see the desire written all over her.
She nods and moans deeply when I grind again, going as deep as I can. I just need to feel all of her around me, milking me with that perfect pussy. I keep my movements slow and controlled, knowing that she was close before.
Freya lifts her ass higher, trying to take even more of me and I love it. Her ass is nice and pink, and I slap one cheek as I thrust deep. I slap the same spot again and then caress away the sting with the palm of my hand.
She’s getting close again; I fuck her hard, driving her close only to slow and grind into her steadily once more. When I do, she gives these sad, needy moans I love. I tease her just long enough to have her on the edge.
“Mmm… I need more,” she tells me when I’ve slowed down. “Harder. I need it harder,” she begs.
I put my hands on her shoulders and use them as leverage as I really let go and fuck her. The bed shakes in time with my thrusts and I’m pretty sure this girl is going to be the death of me. I’ll gladly surrender if it means that I get to die in her arms.
Her whole body is one tightly coiled wire right until the point she snaps—then I feel her cumming hard and I let go too, wanting to share this at the same time. I fill the condom with my hot seed and I collapse on her back, kissing where my mouth lands. Panting hard, we both bask in the feeling for a moment. Once I catch my breath I get up and lay down on the bed, bringing her with me so that she’d draped across my chest. Content, I stroke her hair.
“That was…” She seems lost for words. “I’m not sure what to say actually.”
“It’s okay. I know exactly what you mean.”
We lay there, blissful and content. I ca
n’t help but to think that I could get used to having Freya in my bed all the time. I’m not usually that kind of guy. I like the freeness of not being committed to anyone, but Freya is making me rethink that theory. In honesty, I seem to like it even though it makes me nervous.
The longer we lay here the more it’s making me want to tell her the truth about who I am. I decide that I’ll tell her in the morning; all I want right now is to feel her again.
I strum my hand down her side and lazily let it roam her warm skin. It’s soft and smooth under my slightly callused fingers.
Freya props herself up on her elbow so that she’s gazing down at me. I run my hand through her hair and softly pull her closer until our lips meet once again. There’s no hurry or rush like the first time. I suck on her bottom lip, teasing it with nips. She smiles against my mouth and our kiss deepens as her hands roam my chest and shoulders.
I love the feel of her exploring my skin. It’s almost like she’s a little shy and that makes it all the better. She’s so sweet and tempting.
I lift her up so that she’s sitting astride me, straddling my stomach. When she wiggles her way down and her ass meets my already hard cock it takes all my control not to just slide into her right now. But I know the best things are worth waiting for.
I kiss her again. My hands roam down her bare back to cup her ass. My hardness brushes against her skin and it makes me shiver from how insatiable my want for her is.
I tease her with the head of my cock, drinking in the moan she gives me. She sits up so that she can rock herself back and forth over me. I reach up and grab a handful of her breasts, my fingers pinching and rubbing after to soothe what I know is a tantalizing sting.
Freya closed her eyes and her head falls back. I keep it up, grinding myself harder into her with every move. And when I hit just the right spot she bites down on that sexy bottom lip, driving me crazy.
She’s a vision sitting on top of me. From the way her curvy hips spread wide over me, to the way her ample sized tits fill my hands. Her soft stomach and slender neck beg to be touched, and her wild, sex-mussed hair just remind me more how hard she’s let me fuck her and how much more I want her.
“Look at me, Frey,” I quietly command.
Those beautiful blue eyes come to mine and I watch her as I slide my cock inside her. She goes to close them again and I can’t have that. I need the connection.
“Keep ‘em open, baby,” I plead as I stoke up into her.
She obeys, and I let her set the pace. Freya rocks her hips, riding me slowly. I run my hand along her clit, stroking it slow. She opens her mouth with a phantom moan, and I take that as a sign to keep it up, working her the same way she’s working me. She’s so god damned sexy when she lets go and gives herself to me.
“Baby, I need to taste that sweet pussy.”
She stops moving and gives me a questioning look like she’s wanting to be told what to do next.
“Turn around and ride my face.”
She looks a little shocked by my words, but she slides off my cock and does as instructed.
I grab her thighs and pull her down closer to me as I start to lick her soaked pussy. I suck on her lips and can tell by the way she rides my face that she likes it.
Freya reaches down and grabs my hard cock with her small hand and I have to concentrate twice as hard to keep eating and not pause from how good it feels. She works it up and down, setting her own pace with her hand. The other hand reaches a little farther and cups my balls, rubbing them softly, touching every inch.
I eat her pussy like a starved man. I love every part of her that she’s showed me tonight and I want her to know that.
She bends down to suck my cock and it gives me a new angle to devour her from. I work in a couple of fingers and love hearing her moan around my cock. It’s an extra sensation that’s only helping to build me up.
I’m so close and I tell her that, but she sucks down harder and I have no choice but to give in. I work my fingers furiously and feel her come undone too. She swallows everything down and continues to softly lick my cock until I’m completely spent and have nothing left to give.
I give her pussy one last, long lick savoring the way she tastes on my tongue.
Blissed out, we have enough sense to rearrange ourselves on the bed before we fall asleep snuggled close to one another.
The next morning when I was planning on telling her who I am, she gave me some line about needing space, which we both knew was a lie. But I let it slide. Maybe it wouldn’t matter anyway. Maybe this is the only time I have.
9
Freya
I’m drinking a cup of coffee, which is better than any cup I’ve had in Scotland, watching the sun come up over the horizon. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I was up, walking through the villa and out around the pool, just thinking. The past few days have seemed more like a vast stretch of time, and less like a short trip abroad. The tastes and sounds and smells are more intense, more amazing, almost surreal.
Somewhere in the long stretch of night, I considered the strangeness of everything here—and the strangeness of Andreas himself. There’s something I don’t know. But I am fairly certain I’m okay with that.
After all, it’s vacation. And now I know what sex can be like—with a man who won’t easily be forgotten. I wish I could pack him up in my bag and take him back to Scotland with me, but things like these don’t last.
I have to keep reminding myself of that. This is a whirlwind, a fling, nothing more than a fleeting romance. I’ll enjoy it while I can.
When I’m with him, his presence makes me forget every concern, every reservation. I can keep that for now, one small thing to warm me when I think the cold thoughts about going home without him.
He seems to want something more. I can’t tell him myself that it’s impossible. It’s not, not exactly. But there aren’t definitive answers for any situation like this.
We spend the day together, hiking, sightseeing. He tells me about Ibiza and his deep, abiding connection to the place.
“It’s a second home,” he says, “And so much more comfortable than my first.”
“And why’s that?”
“Maybe because you’re here.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I say, looking out over a lake surrounded by rolling hills. The view is breathtaking—like a picture on a postcard. Andreas grabs me and kisses me.
“I’m ridiculous when it comes to being with you,” he says. He lets his lips linger on mine, his tongue glancing against mine. “Caelan is out with Ally and a few of his friends. And I think I’d like to take you back to the villa and—” He shrugs. “See what we can get up to.”
His hands travel down to my ass and squeeze hard. A ringing, insatiable need travels through my body. I’m wet already, and he’s only just touched me.
“How far is the villa?”
“Five minute walk from here. And there’s the hot tub… the sauna… the shower.” His hands rest on my ass, grabbing and kneading it. “I’d like to explore every part of you while I can.”
“Maybe I’ll stay forever in Ibiza.”
“I’d like that.”
I let him kiss me, lingering like that, hands roaming over my body. He grabs my hand, and we run through the meadow that leads up to the villa. It’s empty and quiet when we walk onto the grounds. I let him lead me around to the side of the massive mansion to a small stone building that’s connected to one of the unused bedrooms.
My whole body sings with possibility, aching with need, wanting him.
“I take showers out here sometimes.”
I step closer to the small outbuilding and push open the door. The top is open to the deep blue sky above, but the interior is lined with green and blue glass tile, with multiple shower heads lining the walls. There are oils and soaps and salt scrubs on a neatly cleaned shelf, and a soaking tub built into the opposite wall.
“This is amazing,” I mutter, running my hand along the tile.
> “Not as amazing as you.”
I laugh, and it’s a free feeling. I don’t think Kirk ever said something like that to me. Andreas gently removes my t-shirt and bra, leaning down to kiss each nipple. His hands move down to my shorts, pulling them off with my underwear. He throws his clothes off and hangs them on the door. His massive, erect cock is fully exposed, and he’s stroking himself while watching me. I’m blushing, and we haven’t even turned on the shower.
“I’m going to fuck you, bathe you, and then fuck you again.”
My blush turns to a deep crimson. “I like the sound of that.” My nipples are as stiff as little bullets, my pussy wet with needy desire.
Andreas turns me and places my hands atop the wooden cover of the soaking tub. He leans forward, placing his cock against my ass. “Now spread your legs, princess.”
I do as I’m told, and unbidden, my fingers find their way to my waiting sex. I make small circles over my clit as Andreas thrusts his cock instead my open lips. He’s thrusting hard and fast as my fingers move in time with him, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
His hands grab my ass. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you.”
“Harder,” I moan. He obliges, ramming into me as an earth-shattering wave of pleasure breaks open inside of me, and I crumple against the cover of the tub, legs shaking and the walls of my sex still clenching over and over again.
Andreas slows and removes his cock. I look over my shoulder to see him reaching for something—one of the oils.
“I love the smell of coconut oil, don’t you?”
I swallow hard. “You didn’t finish,” I say nervously.