Caribbean Crush (Under the Caribbean Sun)

by Jenna Bayley-Burke

  He opened his mouth to protest how many shades of wrong she was, but she shook her head.

  “I get to rewrite the ending my way, remember?” She stared up at him, as if daring him to correct her.

  The golden waves of her long hair were a luscious contradiction to her deep-brown eyes. Her gaze held passion and warmth, enthusiasm and flirtation, and trepidation. It was the last that that his heart ached to heal. There would be time to figure out where they went from here after he reminded her of how amazing they could be together.

  He grinned and she tightened her grip on him, tugging him forward into the room.

  “Careful, we need that.” He winced and laughed at the same time. She released him and kicked the door shut and then slipped off her heels.

  “Condoms?” She stepped to him with a confident sway to her hips that mesmerized. She switched on a tall lamp that stood in the corner, casting a pale glow over the room. He had to have been both young and stupid to let this go.

  “Jacket pocket,” he managed to get out before she stole his breath by splaying her hands across his bare chest. She pushed him backward to the bed and then shoved him onto it. He propped up on his elbows with a grin and watched her find the strip of condoms.

  “Your pants are in my way. Take them off.” She dropped the condoms on the bedside table, laughter dancing in her melt-your-heart-like-chocolate brown eyes.

  “You’ve been waiting to say that all day, haven’t you?” He kept his hungry gaze on her as he unfastened his belt.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” She cocked her hip to the side and rested her hand on the curve. The silken material of her plum dress dipped and pooled in all the right places.

  “Are you trying to get me to shut your mouth?” He sat up and removed his shoes and socks and tossed them into the corner. He shrugged off his shirt and pitched it at her. She caught it, twirled it in the air and then shot it back at him.

  So she wants to play. He dropped it to the floor and started to rise, intending to press her into the wall and kiss her until she begged for the chance to breathe.

  She stilled him with a haughty look as she came toward him. She stopped between his legs and used her best schoolmarm voice. “Do I have to do everything myself?”

  “Your students must love when you talk to them like that.” He ran his hands over her thighs to the curves of her hips.

  “My students are five, and they follow direction a sight better than you.” She removed his hands and then shoved at his shoulders.

  He grinned up at her, his blood heating at her touch. He had half a mind to toss her on the bed beside him. She shoved at his shoulders again, her pink lips a line of concentration. The movement of her dress stole his attention. At this angle he could see straight down, from her cleavage to the promised land.

  “Fine, take your own pants off.” She leaned away, but he caught her hands and guided them over his pecs and down to his abs.

  “I didn’t know that was on offer.” He lay back and crossed his arms behind his head. The cool air of the room hit the tip of his cock where it had decided his pants were too restrictive.

  Kristin brushed her thumb over the tip of him and he tightened his stomach, wishing for more as she unhooked the pants and released the zipper. His erection strained against his belly as she slid off his pants and tossed them onto an armchair in the corner.

  “Your turn.” He cleared his throat and pressed his hips down into the duvet, trying to hold himself back from making a hasty grab and thrust.

  “But I love this dress.” She wore an innocent grin as she traced her curves. The dress might be something special, but it was the body beneath it that made it look like perfection.

  “That hardly seems fair.”

  “I have no intention of being fair.” She licked her lips, her gaze eating him up from head to cock. Anticipation tightened his balls.

  “Leave it on, but don’t blame me if it gets ruined while I’m fucking you. I’m being very good right now, but all bets are off once I’m inside of you.”

  She quirked her lips in a crooked smile. “When you put it that way…”

  The silken material whispered over her skin as she lifted it inch by inch, revealing her sculpted calves, toned thighs and that he’d been right about her lack of panty lines. She twisted her arms to pull herself free, her high breasts lifting with the motion. She removed the dress with a little shimmy and draped it along the back of an armchair.

  She cast him a salacious look that hit him like a spell. Perspiration beaded on his skin and he clenched his fists, needing her to come just a breath closer so he could sweep her into his arms.

  Excitement stormed through his body like a hurricane. He’d dreamed of being with Kristin again, but it had never seemed like a reality until now. Whatever the aftermath, this moment would more than make up for it.

  “What are you waiting for?” His voice sounded dragged across gravel and almost angry.

  “I was thinking of making you beg.” She ran her hands through her blonde waves, bringing the golden stands forward to hide her breasts. “But then I remembered I don’t care what you want.”

  He arched a brow. “Really?”

  She nodded and took a step closer. “We don’t need to play any games or pretend that we don’t both really like to fuck. That hasn’t changed, has it? Because I’m counting on you. This has to be so good I won’t regret this when the Caribbean Crush wears off.”

  He held out his hand. “I’m more drunk on you right now than any liquor I’ve ever had.”

  She grinned and walked to the end of the bed. He sat up, caught her by her upper arms and dragged her beside him. Her lips trembled beneath his for an instant before she melted into him and everything but pleasure evaporated.

  He pushed his hands into the silken strands of her hair, gripping at the roots to anchor her mouth to his. To take, plunder, devour.

  Her hunger matched his own. She roamed her hands over his body, squeezing and rubbing and setting every nerve ending on high alert. She opened herself up to him, allowing his tongue to play and tease, taunt and take. He relished the control until her clever hands found his cock. She had a touch that threatened to set him off.

  He released her, gasping for the breath to tell her…something. He didn’t know what he could say to stop her as she teased him with her fingers, her hand cupping his sac and giving it a not-so-gentle squeeze. He groaned and she gave an evil laugh before lying across the bed and licking from the tip all the way down. She rested her head on his belly and he couldn’t help but tilt his hips so the head of his cock kissed her lips. She opened for him, letting him into the wet heat of her mouth. He sucked in a breath and felt her smile, her teeth teasing the exposed ridge.

  He fisted the sheets, willing himself not to pop off before he’d made it past her talented tongue. He ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as he closed his eyes and drank in the sweet sounds she made as she sucked his dick. Heavy breathing, wet licks and those low moans that vibrated his balls, threatening to release everything he held back.

  He opened his eyes and saw his salvation, her body writhing as she built her own pleasure. Gripping her hips, he pulled her bare pussy to his face. The sudden motion found her gasping and the air of the room hit his wet cock like a slap.

  But she didn’t leave him wanting for long. She moved her legs behind his shoulders and redoubled her efforts to blow his mind. The heady scent of her filled his lungs and he tasked himself with making her the one to beg.

  He parted her nether lips with his tongue and her whole body tensed. The salty taste of her arousal clouded his brain like an opiate. Nothing mattered but getting his fix. She did her best to distract him by taking more of his cock into her hot mouth with each bob of her head, her long hair tickling his belly and thighs. But he finally had her where he wanted her. And nothing would get in the way of that, even his own release.

  Recognition flooded him as he explored t
he slick folds of flesh, tasting the wetness he’d brought her. Tremors started in her legs, her moans turning into choked gasps. He thrust into her mouth as she rode his face, the moist sounds of sex filling the room. He sucked her clit and she screamed, muffling the sound with his cock.

  They were locked in the most intimate of power struggles, and he had determination enough to win. He gripped the globes of her tight ass and opened her core, pressing her deeper onto his tongue.

  She did her best to continue, and in a valiant effort took his cock as deep as she could, digging her nails into his thighs as she tried to take it all.

  He didn’t know which of them found release first. Stars twinkled around him as he emptied himself into her and her pussy dripped with her pleasure.

  Kristin rested her head on his thigh, her heart galloping as she pulled in deep gasps of sex-scented air. Tonnis blew a hot breath against her sex and she arched at the intense response on her still-sensitized flesh. She rolled off him, needing to catch her breath before the next round. A round she intended to win.

  He crawled atop her in an instant, his body pressing hers into the soft mattress. She stretched, relishing the feel of naked skin and hard muscle.

  “Are you all right, liefje?”

  She nodded and stretched, her hands finding the slats of the headboard as she enjoyed the aftershocks of the first man-made orgasm she’d been gifted since he’d left her. She closed her eyes and sighed, pushing the thought from her mind. Tonnis shifted, and she opened her eyes to see his tongue dart out for her nipple the second before the pleasure curled through her body.

  She gripped the headboard and arched her back, a flashback of him tying her hands to his bed and threatening to keep her there skittering across her mind. She’d had to head back to Washington early for a literacy workshop, losing a full week of their beloved summer. Maybe that was the key to Antonnis. If you left him, he’d chase you. But when he did the leaving it was all over.

  She filed the thought away, focusing instead on catching her breath and engaging her brain for round two. She’d known making love with Antonnis was good, but she hadn’t appreciated how good until her fumbled attempts to get over him. She’d taken the leap of being with him again, just for tonight, and wanted to experience everything he had on offer.

  He settled his hips and she parted her legs, welcoming him there. He traced the sensitive skin of her underarms to her wrists, circling her clasped hands.

  “Will you stay like this?” His pale gaze peered through her, a connection so deep it felt as if she could see into his soul. Except that she couldn’t, never had been able to. What she’d thought she’d known had been the image a spoiled playboy on holiday had wanted her to see.

  She nodded and her eyes grew heavy as she looked up at their hands, realizing that then, just as now, she’d been the one to bind herself to him. He’d shattered her expectations, but he’d never agreed to them in the first place.

  “I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered against her ear before nipping at the lobe. “I’ve missed you, strong and willing beneath me.”

  She swallowed as he released her hands that were still clasped to the headboard slats. He traced his fingertips down her arms, the traveling touch sent shivers of heat down her body as he opened his mouth to her neck. Nudging her chin with his nose, he encouraged her to lean her head back, giving him free rein to her throat.

  Each lick and nibble had her panting, the sensitivity growing with every pass of lips, play of teeth and scratch of stubble. No one else had ever bothered to make love to her with such slow precision. Hells bells, he really had ruined her for other men.

  His hand encircled her throat and her breath caught, her pulse thundering in her ears. He didn’t squeeze, but the heaviness of his hand was enough to send her higher. He teased her like a cat played with a mouse, never causing pain but dancing close…so close to the edge of it the heat of the flames fired her passion.

  He cupped her breast, squeezing until she began to squirm. Her mind drifted further away, the word yes chanting in her mind like a mantra. He pinched her nipple and pulled up until it slipped from his grasp, aching for more attention. He pinched and pulled again, snapping his fingers on the release. She moaned and the pressure on her throat deepened.

  “Shhh, liefje. If you waste your voice now, you’ll lose it completely when I have you screaming.” The wet suction of his mouth soothed the ache as his fingers plucked at her other breast.

  She gripped the headboard and arched into him, grateful that her small breasts allowed her to press the entire areola into his mouth. He tortured her between his teeth and fingers, the friction almost electric. Tingles jolted through her body, centering at her core. Lust and desire swirled and she rocked her hips, wishing she had more than his belly to push against. His abs might be rock hard, but what she needed was his cock, thick and heavy within her.

  She wanted him so much, more than she could ever remember. Her clit pulsed with need for another, deeper release.

  “Fuck me,” a sweet voice called to the room, too needy to be her own. “Take me. Now.”

  With his mouth on her breast, his teeth on her nipple, he shook his head, and sensations rioted within her. He released his hold on her throat, using both hands to press her breasts together in the only display of cleavage she’d ever manage.

  He flicked his tongue over a nipple and followed it with a long scratch from the stubble along his jaw. Moving from one breast to the other and back again, he created a phenomenon of sensation that left her wet and wanton.

  “Please. I need you to fuck me,” she whispered, writhing for purchase but not finding enough friction to ease the frantic ache.

  “Are you begging, liefje?” He pinched her nipples, hard. And then he was gone.

  Eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed shot open, finding him kneeling on the bed between her splayed legs. The cool air of the room chilled her damp flesh. Her first thought was that he was finally going for a condom, but his gaze centered on that part of her anatomy that wanted him most.

  She cleared her throat. “I’m not begging. We both want it.” She tilted her hips and moaned when he covered her mons with his warm hand. He pushed her lips together, teasing her clit through her outer folds.

  “I know what I want.” Mischief shone from his light eyes, his lip quirking in a crooked grin. He spread her legs wider, sparks of desire shivering to her center as he pushed her knees back toward the mattress.

  “Then take me. Now.” She turned her head to give him the hint to grab a condom, but her gaze never made it to the nightstand.

  “Hold on,” he commanded, linking his hands behind her knees and pushing them up until her body folded over, her toes touching the headboard. He gripped her calves and lowered his mouth to her sex.

  She gasped, the wind pushed out of her from the curled position and the dominance of it. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, her body pinned and her pussy served up to him as if on a platter.

  His lips spread her folds, his tongue flicking and tracing as if memorizing every inch. Like her pussy was his last meal, like her clit held the secrets of the universe and somehow if he could only make her come there would be world peace.

  Her tummy quivered at the intensity, her inner muscles clenching in want. He devoured her. Feasted. Sucked. Drove her mad as he tasted and pleasured her innermost flesh. She wanted to grab his head and anchor him in place, because as soon as she was ready to let go he changed, drawing her pleasure out until she wondered if she could pass out from the heightened frustration. But she couldn’t move. All she could do was hold on and receive what he saw fit to give.

  He took possession of her body as if it were his right, her pleasure his only calling. He lapped at her swollen lips and then pressed into her with his tongue. He covered her with his mouth, thrusting his tongue deeper than she would have imagined possible. She tried her best to rock in time with him, but she could barely move.

  His tongue was not enough
. She wanted his cock, hard and deep, the steady pounding to trigger her orgasm and reset the beat of her heart.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed, her mouth dry from panting. “I’ll beg. Just. Fuck. Me.”

  With his mouth still between her legs, he shook his head. He licked at her with long, slow strokes. He tasted her from top to bottom and back again, making her whine in desperation. She pulled in a breath, intending to beg again, but he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked the sensitive nub deep into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until her legs quaked, her vision blurred and her body tensed with anticipation.

  Everything tightened, her heart pausing before a blinding release. She heard the screams and felt the hot rush of her orgasm spreading form her core to her fingers and toes. Her body fell limp and he uncurled her like a rag doll, lying beside her as he nuzzled sweet kisses against her shoulder.

  “Ready now, liefje?”

  Chapter Six

  Excitement swirled through his body like that first jolt of a roller coaster, knowing the ride would be like none other. He wrapped his body behind hers, pulling her to him so they formed a seamless union. Shoulders, arms, torso, hips and legs. She trembled, the warmth of her skin vibrating through him with a rush of desire. Threading his fingers between hers, he pressed their clasped hands between her bare breasts.

  The heady scent of naughty sex and wholesome soap blended together in perfect unity. He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, her hair silken beneath his cheek.

  “I dream about you, Kristin. And every time I wake up with my cock begging for you.” He pressed his shaft into the curve of her bottom. “You have a way about you that I can’t understand. You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had. You make love like a virgin princess and fuck like a porn star.”

  “Is that supposed to be flattering?” She gave a quiet laugh, lifting one leg atop his so his cock nestled between the firm globes of her ass.