“They can live without you. I don’t want to share.”
Two days later and we still weren’t having sex. Austin seduced me with his mouth and his tongue, but that’s as far as it went. I was crazy with lust, and this morning gave in and got myself off in the shower. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I was too proud to beg.
As demanding as I was in the office, I stowed the tiger in bed. My previous boyfriend liked me passive, especially since I had the upper hand when it came to our careers. I gave in because I wanted to make him happy. It was a waste of time because we didn’t make it anyway.
My usual daily practice was to sit out on the deck in my bikini waiting for Austin to swim over, but today it was well after 11:00 and he hadn’t shown up. I sent him a quick text, but it wasn’t returned. I let it go. We weren’t dating, and I had no hold on him. I had no plans to chase Austin.
By 11:30, the skies had grown gray, and with it came a heavy breeze. I decided to go inside and wait out the storm. It was out of the rainy season in The Maldives, but they still got quick rainstorms here and there. I was about to change from my pale yellow bikini when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it just as the first sprinkles of rain hit the ground. Austin stood there with a backgammon board and a brown bag in his hand.
“I texted you,” I said with annoyance.
“Can I come in before I get soaked?”
“If you must.”
I walked away, and he shut the door after he entered.
“What’s the matter?” He asked.
I ignored him, looking out the slider at the rain as it came down harder. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
Austin put the items he carried down on the table and came over to where I stood looking out the window. His arms circled my waist, and I pushed them away, moving to the couch.
“Samantha, there’s something wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong.”
Austin sat a couple of feet away so as not to crowd me. “Spill it. What’s your problem?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You are. What game are you playing?”
He smirked. “I’m not playing any type of game. Why would you say that?”
“We talk about having sex, and all you do is kiss me.”
“Is that what this is about? I’m not going to throw you on the bed and ravage you like I’m a wild animal. Is that what you want? You want me to pound you so hard that you scream?”
I looked up at him, and his eyes held the hint of a smile.
“What do you plan on doing?”
“Slow and easy. A selfish jerk would only do it for his pleasure; that’s not me. You’re probably as tight as a drum from four years of no sex. I’ve never hurt a woman in bed and never will.”
“Then, when?”
“It’s raining. Would you like to play now?”
“Now?” I squeaked.
“The decision is yours.”
Austin brushed his hair back and crossed his arms.
“Should we just play backgammon instead?”
“I don’t know how to play.”
“I’ll teach you. It’s easy.”
Austin stood and started to set the board up on the dining table. I sat and watched him. “Well?”
I got up and sat down opposite him. He taught me the game and showed me how the pieces moved. Several times his hand brushed my arm or hand, making my body flame. I was curious about the brown bag he had placed on one of the chairs.
“What’s in the bag?”
He picked it up and let it dangle from his fist, “This bag? I brought you a gift.”
“You bought me a gift?”
“No, I brought you a gift,” he said sarcastically.
Austin placed the bag on the table and opened it up, reaching in and pulling out a bag of red ripe strawberries. I loved strawberries with fresh whipped cream. My mother used to pick them from our small garden when I was a girl and serve them for dessert.
“I love strawberries.”
“The main house made me some whipped cream.”
He reached in and pulled out a small glass bowl which he placed on the table. I popped off the cover and took a fingertip full of cream, sucking it off. Austin licked his lips, and I inwardly smiled, knowing I was getting to him.
He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “I think this game is over.”
I smirked. “Which game?”
“Both. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“For what?”
“Don’t toy with me.”
I giggled, which was not something a thirty-two-year-old CEO of a large production company would do. Austin rose and helped me pull my chair out, then scooped me up in his arms. I wound my hands around his neck and leaned against his shoulder. He gently put me down by the large bed and slipped off his black tank top. His already large bulge had grown larger, and his penis strained against his gray swim trunks.
I reached down and traced a finger over his erection. Austin practically hummed as I touched him, and he pulled at the ties of my bikini top. My nipples were peaked and aching for his touch by the time he got it untied, letting it flutter to the floor. He swallowed loudly as he cupped my breasts, weighing them in his hands.
“You have deep tan lines. Too bad the Maldives doesn’t allow topless sunbathing.”
“I wouldn’t anyway,” I whispered.
Austin tweaked my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “Your breasts are beautiful and firm.”
He pushed the hair away from my neck and latched on while he caressed my nipples. My stomach was knotted, and I was full of anxiety. He could feel how tense I was.
“Relax. If you want to stop, say stop. No pressure here.”
“I want to see you.”
I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his bathing suit and pulled at the drawstring. He pushed the shorts down his hips and out sprang the largest cock I’d ever seen. What had I gotten myself into? His penis was long and thick with a large purple mushroom head atop the shaft. My eyes grew wide as I surveyed his manhood.
“Touch me,” he said.
When I hesitated, Austin took my hand in his and placed it on his penis. He was like hot velvet, and I gently squeezed him as I wrapped my fist around his girth.
“We’ll go slowly.”
I stroked him, and the more I did, the more excited I became. My core was flooding and body vibrating in anticipation. I wanted him now. Masturbating a couple of hours ago did nothing to quench the thirst I felt. I let him go and pushed my bikini bottoms down. Austin stood there watching me, and when I was naked, his eyes traveled from my dark cherry painted toenails up.
“How do men control themselves around you?”
“They don’t see me naked.”
“I didn’t, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
Austin pulled me against him, sandwiching his cock in between us. He latched onto my mouth and thrust his tongue between my lips while he cupped my pussy. I was soaked when he inserted two fingers inside me. He fucked me with them and circled my clit with his thumb. I wasn’t even aware I was coming because it happened seconds after he touched me. White hot heat tore through me as I released and I panted until I finished, my chest heaving.
“You’re very responsive and tight.”
I squeezed his still inserted fingers, and he began to move again.
“You don’t need to do that again.”
“I want you good and ready. Orgasms will make you easier to enter, especially with a condom.”
Austin got me off one more time, and I could feel wetness on my belly as his cock leaked a continuous stream of precum. With legs like jelly, he placed me on the bed and removed three blue wrapped condoms from his swim trunks before he kicked the garment off his ankles.
“Three? What kind of girl do you think I am?” I scolded.
“The kind that needs to be fucked properly. Three might not be enough. You might beg me for more.”
“Smug bastard.”
“Save the compliments for after we have sex.”
I laughed and shivered at the same time. My four-year drought was finally ending. Austin ripped open a condom and rolled it on his considerable erection, then got between my thighs.
“You can still say no.”
“I don’t want to say no.”
He leaned over and grabbed a pillow, placing it under my ass before he swiped his cock head through my slick folds. He teased me, then positioned himself at my entrance and gave me a soft smile. His amber eyes had gone dark behind his heavy lids.
“Your pussy is hot and pink, just like I knew it would be. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered.
I gritted my teeth. “Then do it.”
With that, he moved his hips as he entered me. I clenched my jaw tighter as my tissue burned. His fat head was tearing me apart. Austin waited for a few seconds and fed me a few more inches. He continued until he was buried deep inside me, stretching me wide.
He stared down at me. “Good?”
“Give me a few seconds.”
I took a few deep breaths as he moved over me and nibbled at my nipples. He worked his way up until he covered my mouth with his own, then his hips began to gyrate and circle. He sped along methodically and I met him with each thrust. My whole body was humming with need. I cupped his ass, spurring him to fuck me harder.
“Samantha,” he whispered.
Even though it had been so long for me, it all came back. I begged him to give it to me harder as his cock glided frictionless over my G Spot. “Harder…”
A few minutes later, I tensed and shattered into a million pieces like glass as I came. It wasn’t enough, and I wanted more. Austin slowed, backing off to let me rest but I held tightly to him and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I want more. I want so much more.”
“I can go all day, baby.”
He was breathing hard, and beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, which I wiped away. He pounded me, and I raked my nails over the tanned flesh of his arms, moaning his name in between pants. Two minutes later, I was tensing again as another orgasm tore through me. Austin didn’t let me rest this time, slamming his hips against mine. The slaps of flesh filled the room, and he grunted as I felt him thicken just before he released.
Austin’s orgasm seemed to go on forever as he pumped into me. When he finally lowered his sweat-slicked body onto mine, I noticed that he was still hard.
I pushed his hair back from his forehead. “I’m quite impressed that you still have an erection.”
“I can go another round right now if you want.”
“Hell no. I need a rest.”
He planted kisses all over my face and neck before he backed away and pulled out. As he leaned on his haunches, he removed the condom from his cock and tied a knot at the end before he went to the bathroom. When he came back, his erection was just starting to subside.
“Should I go?”
I sat up. “Go where?”
“Back to my place.”
“Why? I want you here. I invited you into my bed. Did you think the ice queen would return immediately?”
“You’re not an ice queen. At least not from what I saw.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t as involved. I’m rusty.”
Austin scowled. “What are you talking about?” he said as he slipped into bed next to me.
“You did all the work.”
“You did fine. I enjoyed it, and I hope you did too.”
“What now?”
“What would you like to do? The rain is still coming down.”
“I hear strawberries and cream calling.”
I flipped the sheet over to slip out of bed, but Austin held me back.
“I’ll get them.”
After a meal of strawberries and cream, Austin and I had sex twice more. I knew I would be sore the next day. By the time we finished, the rain stopped, and the sun was drying all the surfaces.
“Want to go swimming?” he asked.
“I want to take a bath in that luxurious bathtub. Have you?”
“Baths haven’t been my thing since I was a kid. Come swim with me.”
“How about I swim with you if you’ll take a bath with me tonight?”
He smiled. “That sounds like trouble.”
“You can’t control yourself?”
“I can. Now get dressed.”
“I thought you said you liked me naked?”
“I do, and if you could walk around naked all the time I would love it, but it’s not allowed so put your bikini on and meet me in the water.”
Austin was already slipping on his swim trunks before I could protest. I liked to be cuddled after sex, but it seemed that he didn’t, so I sat up and grabbed my bikini from the floor. He was out the door and dove into the water before I secured my top. When I got outside, he was swimming toward his place, and I called to him.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m getting my sunglasses. Be back in a second.”
I settled on one of the chaises even though it was damp. In this heat, it would be dry in no time even though the humidity was high. I leaned back and closed my eyes to absorb some of the sun’s rays. I felt good and smiled. I was renewed and energized. At the very least, I would go back home having broken my long abstinence. At the most, I would finally have a friend.
Austin dove into the water and opened my eyes. His muscular arms sliced into the crystal blue in a blazing breaststroke. He got to my deck in less than fifteen seconds.
“You’re a fast swimmer.”
“I do it almost every day at home.”
“See, I knew that you went to the beach a lot.”
“Not at the beach. I have a pool at my home. It’s heated, and even when it’s a little chilly, I swim. I thought you were swimming with me. You promised.”
I rose from my chair and dove into the water from the edge of the deck. As soon as my head popped up to the surface, Austin was pulling me into his arms.
“Hey, you said swim.”
He kissed my cheek. “Oh, so we don’t get to touch each other unless we’re having sex?”
“I didn’t say that; I’m not used to it.”
“Well, I am. I love to hug and touch even friends, which I hope we at least are. I would hate to go back to Los Angeles knowing we won’t see each other.”
“We will. I’m sure I could spare some time for coffee and possibly a trip to In and Out Burger. I’ll have to work out like a maniac the next day, but it will be fine.”
Austin circled my thin waist with his hands, and his fingers stroked my back. “You’re thin enough. I bet that job keeps you thin. Do you work sixteen hour days?”
“Not a lot. Usually, I’m in by seven and out by seven unless I have a dinner.”
“With celebrities?”
“Sometimes. Usually, it’s producers or directors. Some of them are the worst divas, but once they know the ice queen is coming, they change their tune.”
Austin let me go, and I swam away to hang on to one of the stairs.
“I hate when you refer to yourself as the ice queen. Were you always that way?”
I shook my head. “It’s not a name I gave to myself. I know what people say about me, I’m frigid at best. I wasn’t always this way. I was warm and friendly in college, but a few bad experiences once I started working at Mountain Top Productions taught me, I needed to toughen up. I don’t have many interpersonal relationships, and after my last boyfriend, I decided it was easier to be alone.”
“I’m sorry to hear that because I think you have so much to give.”
“You don’t know me very well. I can be moody and dismissive.”
Austin knitted his eyebrows together. “Geez Samantha, are you trying to chase me away? It won’t work because I’m hooked. I want to be your friend, more if you let me.”
“I can’t let you. I have too much going on right now to get involved in a full-blown relationship.” I pushed out of his gras
p, swimming to the stairs and climbing up to the deck. I plopped down, and Austin sat on the chaise facing me, cupping my face.
“It’s not going to work between us, is it?”
I closed my eyes, hoping to avoid the disappointment on his face. “Probably not. I don’t want to give you false hope for anything more than friends.”
“We could’ve been good together.”
He tenderly kissed me and let my face go.
3
Austin and I spent the rest of our vacation together. We explored the island, shared meals, each other’s beds, snorkeling, and had plenty of sex. He couldn’t change his flight without a major expense, so we flew home separately. I hate to say I was relieved. Vacation was one thing, but I couldn’t have him distracting me when I was back at work…and he was a distraction.
Austin was handsome and oozed sexuality. When he said that he couldn’t believe I wasn’t attached, I felt the same way about him. There was something he wasn’t telling me, perhaps a heartbreak of some sort. Stuff like that doesn’t leave you even if it happens years before. My breakup with my last boyfriend, Ivan still grated on my nerves.
I would see him occasionally with a young starlet on his arm. I got the message. I was too old, even though when we broke up; I was barely twenty-eight. He was forty-four, which made it even worse when he dumped me for a twenty-one-year-old. From then on, I kept my head down and worked hard. A few months later, Spotlight came calling to clean up Wilmer’s mess.
My first day back, I was in a chipper mood. Nothing came across my desk that needed my attention while I was away, but I had stacks of messages to go through. I greeted Marina warmly as I stopped by her desk. It made me smile to see the shocked look on her face.
She tried to hide her surprise. “Did you have a nice vacation, Miss Stone?”
“Very nice. I enjoyed myself immensely; thank you.”
“You got a nice tan, even better than the one last year.”
“You know me; I like to stay at my villa and relax. A lot to do in the Maldives, but I usually don’t partake in much.”
I went into my office, leaving her gaping after me. You can thank Austin Doyle for this good mood. I went through my emails and returned calls all morning. When I came out three hours later to use the restroom, I was in a very good mood. I was finishing up when I heard three women talking about me. They neglected to look under the stalls to see if anyone was in the bathroom with them.
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