by Kimberly Fox
“You know she just said that to get under your skin, right?”
I nod. “I know. Maybe it worked a little.”
He takes my hand and stares into my eyes. “I really, really like you,” he says, sounding genuine. “And as long as we can still see other people I want to be with you.”
“Shut up.” I laugh as I yank my hand away. “Asshole.”
He grins. “Please don’t listen to her.”
“So it’s not true?” I ask. “About all of the other girls?” I have to know.
He exhales long and hard. Never a good sign. “That didn’t bring me any happiness, Tanya. Being with you does. I want to see where this goes. I’m excited to see where this goes.”
I feel better already. “Me too.”
We finish our dinner and then head over to the bar. The music is pumping and the drinks are flowing. Megan and Lucas are shaking on the dance floor with Megan’s parents and some other people from her group. Cynthia and Julia are talking to two guys at the bar.
Megan runs over when she sees me, grabs my wrist and pulls me to the dance floor. I give Ethan a look like he better follow me and he does. Madonna’s Holiday comes on and Megan freaks out. It’s one of her favorite songs. Lucas is at the DJ booth smiling. He knows his girl. Good man.
I dance next to Megan’s dad who’s shaking his hips to the beat. I’m always shocked at how good he can dance. Ethan moves his shoulders and takes Mrs. Carson’s hand, spinning her around. She blushes and giggles as he takes her in his arms.
“Wooo!” Megan cheers. “Go Mom!”
Stephanie, always the upstager, climbs up on the bar and starts dancing. Two teenage boys casually walk over and look up her skirt. I seriously hope she has underwear on under there.
After a few more songs, and after Stephanie gets kicked off the bar, I head outside to the bathroom of the lobby. The one toilet in the bar is disgusting and I could use some cool, fresh air after dancing on the hot dance floor so I decide to take the three-minute walk across the resort.
“Hey, Tanya,” a voice that sends chills crawling down my back says. I pick up my pace but Aaron still catches up to me. “What are you doing with that guy, Tanya? He’s no good for you.”
I cross my arms. “And you are?”
“Look,” he says, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot and I think you should come back to our room.”
“Oh really?” I say unable to contain my laughter. “Am I just supposed to forget that you fucked Stephanie?”
He looks at me accusingly. “You fucked that meat head.”
“After you cheated on me and we broke up. That’s kind of a crucial part of the narrative.”
He huffs out a breath. “Stephanie doesn’t mean anything to me,” he says. “She’s always talking about fashion and celebrities. Come on T. Seeing you together is driving me nuts. I want you back.”
“Please!” I say, chuckling. “You only want me back because you can’t have me.” I stop and stare at him to make sure this next part sinks in. “And Aaron, you can’t have me. We’re never going to get back together. We’re never even going to be friends.”
He grabs my hand. “I love you.”
“Fuck you,” I say, yanking it away.
I’m done being with boys. It’s time to be with a real man.
My man.
Ethan.
Chapter Twelve
Ethan
Day Five
It’s another beautiful day and I wake up with a beautiful girl in my bed for the second day in a row. I try to stay quiet as I brush my teeth in the bathroom because Tanya is still sleeping in the other room.
I quietly come out and smile when I see the sight before me. The bed is empty and Tanya is standing on the balcony, looking out at the ocean and wearing the green panties that I stole from her. She’s wearing the panties and only the panties.
Fuck. She’s not even a ten on ten. She’s beyond numbers and math. She’s just fucking perfect.
The bright green lacy underwear hugs her shapely ass, showing off her gorgeous curves and tempting crack. Her spine is arched and her flowing auburn hair is splayed out over her shoulders. I can’t even look at the gorgeous view of the ocean with that ass in front of me. I can’t take my eyes off it.
My dick is rock hard before I even reach the door. I slide it open and she turns around slowly.
Her tits hang proudly with her hard pink nipples ready for me. I lick my lips as I drag my eyes from hers, down her luscious body, to the green panties hugging her waist.
“Those are mine,” I growl.
She smiles. “Come and get em.”
I rush over and scoop her up in my arms. Her hair falls on my face as our mouths come together in a gnash of teeth and tongue. After a long kiss, I carry her into the room and drop her on the bed.
I stand over her and take in every detail from the freckles on her collarbone, to the curves of her breasts, to the way her knees are spread apart before me. “Fuck you’re sexy.”
“I was going to say the same thing about you,” she says, biting her bottom lip as her eyes move down my arms to my hard abs.
“See?” I ask with a smirk. “We have so much in common.”
“Well, we both love fucking,” she says, as I climb on the bed between her legs.
“I love this underwear on you,” I say, sliding the back of my fingers over her sex. “It’s a shame that I have to rip it to pieces.”
“You’re going to rip my underwear to pieces?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“No,” I say, narrowing my eyes on her. “I’m going to rip my underwear to pieces. But first…I’m going to enjoy them.”
I lower my head and kiss the green underwear over her pussy. There’s already a wet spot on the thin sexy lacy. Her smell snakes its way into my nostrils and gets me dizzy.
She moans as I hook my finger into the panties and pull it to the side, exposing her full cunt. I run a finger along her folds before diving in with my tongue.
“Ethan,” she whispers after a few minutes of moaning. “I want to suck your dick.”
I was originally planning to make her come again but a blow job just sounds too good to pass up. “Alright,” I say getting to my knees. “Let’s see what you got.”
She bounces up to her hands and knees and wraps her hand around the base of my cock with a firm grip that surprises me.
“Was that a challenge?” she asks, licking me slowly from my base to my tip, keeping her eyes on me the whole time like a porn star. She squeezes my head, letting my pre-cum ooze out of my cock and then she licks it up with a moan.
“So far so good,” I say, my voice coming out deeper than normal. She takes me in her mouth and slides my cock down in deep, moaning as she pushes me into her throat.
Her ass is sticking up in the air like two mouse ears with the sexy green panties still on, taunting me.
I thread my fingers through her hair as she works her tongue and lips up my shaft. She doesn’t leave any inch of my cock untouched and when she finally takes it out of her mouth she’s gasping for air.
“I’m impressed,” I say as she jacks me off with a smile on her face.
“Want to come on my tits?” she asks.
“Later,” I say, pulling her hand away from my dick and turning her body. She tries to get up but I push her back down on her hands and knees. She thrusts her ass out in front of me, kneeling on all fours. I let my cock fall on the panties over her spread ass cheeks and I grab a fistful of the green lace over her crotch.
She whines as I yank the panties and rip a huge hole in them. “Goddammit,” she moans, pressing her ass back to me, begging me for it.
Her pussy is soaked and glistening through the hole in the green lace. This is what I’ve been waiting for since I first stole them at the airport. I’ve been waiting to see them in shreds. I’ve been waiting to stick my dick through them and into her.
I trace the tip of my cock up and down her lips, teasing her. She
drops her head and huffs impatiently. “Shit, Ethan. Stick it in.”
“You want my cock,” I say, tracing the entrance of her tunnel with my tip. “You’re going to have to beg for it.”
“Please,” she says, not nearly desperate enough.
“You can do better than that.” I drag my dick up her pussy and she gasps when I slide it over her asshole.
“Please fuck me, Ethan,” she whines. She looks back at me with wide, desperate eyes. She’s breathing heavily. “I need your cock, Ethan. I need it bad.”
“How bad?” I ask as I slide a finger up her dripping cunt. She presses her hips back on my hand and I cruelly pull it away. She reaches under her for her clit but I smack her hand away. “No touching until I say.” She drops her head in frustration.
“Please stick your dick in my pussy,” she says, grabbing her tits. “I want to feel you come in me.”
“Whose pussy is this?” I ask, grabbing a handful of her hair.
“Yours,” she gasps. “Take it. It’s all yours.”
“You ever going to let anyone else fuck you?” I ask, giving her hair a tug.
“No,” she screams, shaking her head. “Just you. Only you.”
“That’s right,” I say as I guide my cock through the hole in the panties into her waiting cunt.
She cries out and grabs the headboard as I thrust all the way inside her. “It’s your pussy,” she cries as I thrust in and out, picking up the pace and fucking her harder.
“You’re fucking right it’s mine,” I growl as I tug on her hair. She whips her head back and moans as I slam into her, our thighs smacking together with every thrust.
Tanya’s cries turn into loud screams and I glance at the open balcony door. Shit, the whole beach is going to hear her.
I grab the panties that are still around her ass and yank them until they rip free from her body. She turns around with an open mouth and half closed, glazed over eyes. She’s too far gone and not really seeing me.
I pull her up so she’s just on her knees and grab her neck in my hand. “Open up,” I whisper in her ear as I give her neck a little squeeze.
“What?” she asks, too in the moment to realize what’s going on.
“You’re screaming like a pornstar for everyone on the beach,” I whisper. “And I have to shut you up.” I crumple the shredded panties into a tight ball and shove them in her mouth.
“Mmm,” she moans as she tastes her own juices that’re soaked into the lace.
She drops back down to her hands and knees and stares at me over her shoulder with a challenging look.
I grab her ass so hard that she cries out, but then she shoves her hips back at me. She’s loving it.
Her pussy is soaking wet and I slide in easily, groaning as her silky walls tighten around my shaft. I fuck her hard, with everything that I got and she shoves her ass back, meeting me with every thrust.
She still screams loudly but its muffled with the panties stuffed in her mouth. It doesn’t take long before her body starts convulsing and her back arches. She screams so loud when she comes that it doesn’t matter what’s in her mouth. The whole resort is hearing her.
The way her body is jerking and writhing before me is so hot that it sets me off. Every muscle in my body tightens to the point of tearing before I come deep inside her. Waves of warmth relax my muscles and I give her two or three last lazy thrusts before I collapse on the mattress beside her.
Tanya turns on her back and pulls the shredded green panties out of her mouth like a magician pulling out a string of colored paper. “Ew,” she says now that she’s out of the heat of passion. She holds them up and laughs. They’re so ripped to pieces that they no longer look like underwear.
“Was this your plan all along?” she asks, tossing the wet lacy material onto my chest.
“Since the first moment I saw you,” I say, grabbing them and stuffing them into the pocket of my shorts on the floor.
“You’re the worst,” she says, laughing.
I grin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Chapter Thirteen
Tanya
Day Five
“Just get in.”
Ethan is standing on the platform and fidgeting with his life jacket as he’s looking down at me in the water. A dolphin swims by him and he takes a step back.
“I’m just going to watch from here,” he says, clearly nervous.
I try, but I can’t stop laughing at him. This is too funny.
Aaron is on the other side of the tank watching us. I turn my floating body and put my back to him. I saw him shopping in the jewelry store at the resort this morning. It must be going better than I thought with Stephanie. I’m actually happy about that. I want him to completely forget about me the way I’ve completely forgotten about him.
“Ethan,” I say, “don’t be a pussy.”
That seems to work. Ethan’s face gets serious as he reluctantly climbs into the water. We’re in the ocean at the Dolphin Sanctuary Club swimming with the gorgeous mammals. It’s a large tank with netting along the sides and bottom. I feel bad that the dolphins are trapped but they seem so happy the way they’re swimming around and playing with the tourists.
Ethan swims over to me, constantly looking below the water like there’s a shark swimming around in the tank. A dolphin swims under the water below him and he lifts his feet up and takes a sharp breath.
I can’t stop giggling. “I didn’t think you got nervous.”
“I don’t,” he says, flinching as another dolphin swims by him.
“You’re totally nervous,” I say, trying to hold in a laugh. I love seeing him on edge like this. “Mr. King of the Jungle is nervous around a harmless dolphin.”
“That’s right,” he says, constantly looking around. “King of the Jungle. The ocean is not my kingdom.”
A dolphin swims towards me and spins onto its back. He glides past me, chirping for a belly rub. His skin is so rubbery and smooth. I wonder what’s going through his mind as I pet him. Dolphins are way smarter than we give them credit for.
Ethan is watching me touch it with wide eyes. I wonder what’s going through his mind as well.
“Come,” I say, waving Ethan over before the dolphin swims away. He shakes his head no.
“Touch him,” I say. “Did you know that dolphins can use tools to solve problems?”
“Problems like how to get around and breathe on land?” he asks. “They can’t be that smart.”
“They are,” I say. “They can speak to each other and even transmit knowledge to their young.”
“So?” he says, not looking impressed at all. “Humans have made airplanes, cell phones and even went to space. We’ve discovered math and art and invented thousands of languages. You think I’m going to be impressed over a few chirping noises?”
I roll my eyes at him. “You’re the worst.”
“Look at that!” he says, smiling for the first time today.
Stephanie screams as a dolphin humps her. “Get it off me!” she screams. It’s holding onto her with its flippers and going to town on her life jacket.
The guide blows his whistle and pokes the dolphin with a pool noodle and he vanishes under the water. Stephanie fixes the enormous sun hat on her head and tries to act like nothing happened as Megan is dying of laughter beside her.
“Wow,” I say to Ethan. “Her sluttiness transcends species.”
Ethan is barely paying attention. His huge eyes are scanning the water underneath him. “God they’re everywhere!” he says in a panic as a dolphin swims below, not anywhere near him.
He shoots me a dirty look when I can’t stop laughing at him.
“I’ll go take some pictures of you instead,” he says, swimming to the edge of the enclosure.
“Okay Aquaman,” I say. “Or should I call you Awkward-man?”
He climbs out of the pool and takes off his life jacket. “Ha ha very funny,” he says.
A dolphin swims by me on its back b
ut I just ignore it, choosing to admire the other animal in front of me. Man, I’m going to miss seeing those tattooed muscles every day.
He leaves to get the camera in our bag when Megan sees me and swims over. She starts singing and I join in with the next verse:
“Under the sea, under the sea
The dolphins will hump your leggers
They’ll leave you preggers
Take it from Stephanie”
“Under the sea, under the sea
Look over here miss
At the cute porpoise
Now give me money”
“Under the sea, under the sea
I’m trapped inside this pool
This shit is really not cool
Please set me free”
“Alright, that’s enough.”
“Agreed.”
I frown as a dolphin swims by. “Poor guys stuck in here. Now I feel bad.”
“Me too.”
Ethan comes back with the camera as another dolphin swims in front of us upside down, wanting to be pet.
I smile at the camera as Ethan takes a picture. He checks the screen and nods. “You two look great.”
Megan is looking at me funny. “You guys are hanging out a lot,” she says. “Isn’t Aaron jealous?”
I shrug. “Probably.”
She looks confused. “Am I missing something?”
“No,” I say, looking away.
Megan grabs my arm. “Tanya. I know when you’re lying.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. “Aaron cheated on me.”
Her hands fly up to her mouth. “Oh my God!”
“With Stephanie.”
“OH MY GOD!” she screams. “That bitch!”
“Wait,” I say, grabbing her wrist as she’s about to swim over to give Stephanie shit. “It’s fine. Really.”
Megan grinds her teeth. Her nostrils are flared and she’s breathing heavily. “No, it’s not fine,” she says in a tight voice.
But it is. Ethan has made it all worth it.