by Regina Cole
“I want more of this. I want you to blindfold me, to fuck me in the ass, to let me tie you up and ride you until you come. I want to force you to suck my clit, I want you to worship me, I want to worship you. I want it all, don’t you see?” Her voice pitched high, and he dropped the flogger and began a steady massage of her damp, sensitive skin.
“But right now? Right now I want to feel your hard cock inside me. Please, sir, don’t make me wait.” The begging in her voice made his dick twitch.
He slipped a finger inside her, groaning aloud at the sweet feeling of her flesh surrounding him. Adding a second finger, be began a slow, swirling motion. In and out, wide and narrow, stretching her inner walls, feeling her clench around him.
“I want to see your breasts.” Chandler reached up and freed her right hand. She wasted no time in freeing her left. His fingers withdrew, and she rolled onto her back, her legs splayed apart, her chest heaving as she breathed.
He was on her in a moment, spreading her thighs wide, his mouth seeking and finding her hardened nipple. She gripped his hair, pulling him closer, forcing him into harder contact with her.
“Bite, please. More. Rougher.”
He grazed his teeth over her taut nipple, and she shrieked her pleasure. Sucking, laving it with his tongue, he spent long moments buried in her breasts. Alternating often, his hand taking over when his mouth was otherwise occupied.
She moved, always moving, her hips lifting to him, her back arching, her lips kissing wherever she could reach. She grabbed the hand that had been buried between her legs only moments ago and sucked his still-damp fingers into her mouth.
She’s tasting herself. She’s sucking her own moisture from me.
The thought made his balls go high and tight, tingling in desire. It was more than he could handle. The line was done; it was time for the coaster.
He pulled away and stood, looking down at her. She was splayed across the bed, naked and trembling. The desire was written across her face, and she reached a hand up to him.
Condom.
The only clear thought to pop into his head at that moment was protection. Fortunately he’d left several packets atop the desk with the other implements he’d purchased earlier that day. Ripping the silver-blue pouch open, he slid the lubricated sheath over his hard dick.
It had taken mere seconds to put on the condom, but when Chandler turned back to Eliza, one hand was between her thighs, rubbing her clit. The other was covering one breast, forefinger and thumb pinching and rolling her beautifully dusky nipple. Her mouth was parted, her touch becoming faster, more frantic.
“Wait for me,” Chandler said. No, he didn’t really say it; he commanded it.
He crawled across the bed and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her pussy. “Not yet.”
“Then hurry,” Eliza said, scooting lower on the bed and raising her hips to him. “Come inside me, please.”
With a quick move, he rolled them until she was atop him. Lifting her hips above his groin, he positioned herself at her entrance.
“Ride me, Eliza.”
Her hands braced on his chest, and she looked down at him. Her hair was tumbling down now, their activity too much for the pins that had held the mass up. It was beautiful, falling on either side of her face.
But then he couldn’t think anymore, because her hips slid down, down, covering him, taking him deep into the tight heat of her body.
Chandler groaned as Eliza brought her knees in closer to his sides. And then she began to move.
Up and down, over and over, slowly at first, then rocking, swiveling her hips like a belly dancer. She took him so deep, so good. He braced his feet on the bed and matched her thrust for thrust, his balls smacking her ass lightly with each stroke. She settled on a rhythm and her fingertips dug into his chest. It was good, so good. She tightened around his cock, faster, harder, deeper, taking him over and over, her hair tickling his chest as she bent down. He captured her mouth in a quick kiss, his tongue touching hers before she sat up and arched her back again.
“Oh God,” she moaned to the ceiling as Chandler reached up and gripped her breast. He pinched her nipple as he’d seen her do before, and with the other hand he found her swollen, throbbing clit.
With each of their thrusts, he rubbed her clit. Frantic cries came from her, her breasts bouncing as they fucked. Too much, it was too much. His lower back was tightening in preparation; he couldn’t hold back this orgasm much longer.
He pinched her clit gently. She screamed, her inner muscles shuddering around him. She sank down hard, taking his cock so deep into the well of her body. The depth, the heat, the grip of her inner walls combined and he lost his mind, pouring his orgasm deep inside her body. Rocking back and forth, slowly, gently, she coaxed every drop from him.
Slumping forward, she laid her forehead on his chest.
Chandler stared at the ceiling, trying to decide if the tip of his cock had blown off. Honestly, he didn’t care. That was incredible.
He hoped she’d want to do it again. But in a few hours, maybe. Or sooner.
Even if it killed him, Eliza was incredible. And he wanted more.
17
The sand was warm beneath Eliza, and she reached over from her beach blanket to rub her fingers through it. Beneath the surface it was cooler. Waves crashed not far away, the rhythmic sound encouraging her to close her eyes and just relax.
She breathed deep through her nose, the salty scent making her smile.
Maybe a quick nap wouldn’t be a bad thing. After all, neither she nor Chandler had gotten much sleep over the past two days. In fact, ever since the night of the wedding, they’d done more fucking than sleeping.
After that incredible session with the flogger, they’d snuggled close to one another, talking until late in the night. She’d asked Chandler about his friends, and he’d told her. He had asked Eliza about her parents, and she reluctantly began to share little bits of her life with him. It was easier as she went along, Chandler’s gentle responses encouraging her to share more. He never judged, or seemed to be put off by the things she shared. He’d just listened. He really seemed to care. Which was probably why she’d screwed up in the first place. But then he’d asked a question that startled her out of her memories.
“So you’ve been in a relationship before, right? What ended it, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Eliza had sat up, suddenly cold. The question made sense; after all, Chandler had just told her he’d gotten divorced because his wife was more interested in her career than in a relationship. But she couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Maybe not ever, really.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Eliza had said without looking at him. She’d just grabbed his shirt off the floor, shrugging into it as she walked.
A few minutes of the water running and a few brisk splashes on her face had convinced her that she was right. It wasn’t worth it. They were just vacation fuckbuddies. If things got too weird, the fun would be over. They didn’t have a future together by virtue of geography, but Eliza wasn’t willing to sacrifice the next few days because of Chandler’s curiosity.
She didn’t need to share the past with him, because they didn’t have a future together.
Fortunately, when she’d returned to bed, he hadn’t said a word about her sudden disappearance. He’d just taken her in his arms and kissed her, gently, then more insistently, until they’d had sex again. Afterward, when she pillowed her head against his chest, she’d wondered what life would be like with a man like Chandler.
She hadn’t been able to adequately picture just how good it could be.
Footsteps on the sand drew her bleary eyes open.
Chandler was rubbing a towel over his wet hair, smiling as he sank down onto the blanket beside her.
“You should have come for a swim with me. The water feels great today.”
“Mmm,” Eliza grunted as she rolled onto her back, squinting behind her sunglasses. “The beach feels greater. And dryer.”
“You’ll change your mind when everyone leaves and I drag you into the surf to take advantage of you.”
She quirked a smile up at him. “Is that a promise, sir?”
“It is.” He winked, then lay back onto the blanket beside her.
Eliza shivered as his wet arm brushed her, giving her a chill. For a minute they were quiet, just soaking up the sun’s rays, Chandler drying while Eliza thought. It had been so wonderful, just her and Chandler, that the whole wedding seemed far away. They’d run into a couple of guests, but it seemed a large number of them had left already, even some who were scheduled to stay longer.
“I wonder why Stacey scooted out so early?” The question came unbidden from Eliza’s mouth. “I mean, I didn’t see her at all after the wedding. Didn’t get to say good-bye or anything.”
“I don’t know,” Chandler said, rolling to his side and propping his cheek on one hand. “It might just have been her head; maybe she wanted to go see a doctor back home.”
“Ugh,” Eliza said, throwing her arm over her sunglasses. “I still feel awful about that. It’s my fault she got knocked down.”
“Hey,” Chandler said, threading his fingers through Eliza’s. “It’s not your fault Stacey got hurt, just like it’s not Stacey’s fault that that jackass decided to pick on you. Whatever she’s going through, she’s got to do it on her own.”
Eliza knew he was right, but she didn’t have to like it. She pulled her shades off, tossed them on the blanket, and stood. Linking her hands, she stretched her arms above her head. Chandler’s gaze was full of lustful appreciation.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you in that pink bikini?”
Eliza propped her hands on her hips and looked down at the fuchsia two-piece. “You can thank Bree for this. I’d never buy anything like it. And I doubt I’ll wear it ever again once this trip is over. In fact, you can have it as a memento if you want.”
Chandler came to his feet beside her. “I hope I get more to take home with me than a bikini. Like, maybe a phone number, address, permission to visit . . .”
Eliza just laughed and ran toward the surf. Mostly because she didn’t know what to say.
More? This wouldn’t go any further than the resort. A few magical days with a sexy stranger, and then they’d both go back to their lives.
Knee-deep in the waves, Eliza stopped cold.
Why? Why did she have to go back to her life the way it was? Life back home sucked. It sucked hard. But that was her reality, right? There wasn’t any way to get away from her past, unless she moved across the country. But she liked her job, she liked her town, despite the hell it had been recently. Why should she let anyone chase her away from her home?
“Hey, wait for me!” Chandler was on her heels now.
So she didn’t have to speak, she dove beneath the water. Salt stung her eyes, bubbles burst around her, and she swam straight out to sea. Far away from the past, from the feelings that Chandler had started within her. She didn’t understand any of this, and she was tired of trying.
She had two more days here in this tropical paradise. Two more days to figure out exactly what she wanted when she wasn’t Eliza the bombshell anymore, when Eliza the chemist with a misunderstood reputation was back to stay.
Would Chandler like that girl?
She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. If the answer was no, well . . .
Rejection was something she didn’t think she’d ever really get used to.
Breaking the surface in a rush, Eliza shook her head to clear her ears. Treading water, she turned around and looked for Chandler. Where was he? He had to be able to swim faster than she could. She was pretty slow. But she didn’t see him. Worry started knotting in the back of her throat, and she started paddling back toward shore. Maybe he’d turned a different way?
A hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled. She had just enough time to grab a quick gulp of air before her head dipped below the waves.
“Ch . . . Chandler!” She sputtered and cursed when she broke the surface, kicking as his grip moved higher on her body. He surfaced and yelped good-naturedly when her kick connected with his shin. “What the crap, are you trying to drown me?”
He laughed. “No, I’m not. I’m just keeping my promise.”
She scowled, rubbing water from her eyes. “What do you mean?”
Nodding toward the shore, he brought her body into full contact with his. “You see anyone on the beach there?”
Understanding dawned. “No.”
He grinned. “Any objections?”
She shook her head. Once again, her heart thumped in anticipation of his touch. He dove below the surface and began to run his hands up her legs. She moaned.
This place was turning her into a sex-crazed fiend. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be really upset about that.
Later that night, after Chandler had showered and changed, he knocked on Eliza’s hotel room door. He felt a little silly, actually.
“Hey,” Eliza said as she pulled open the door. Her hair was damp, and she was holding the ends in a towel. “Come on in.”
“When I said we should share a room for the rest of the trip, I was really talking about mine.” The wheels of Chandler’s suitcase clacked over the bump in the threshold.
“Yeah, well, does your room have a whirlpool tub?”
“Yours has a whirlpool?” Chandler stuck his head in the bathroom. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
Eliza’s giggle warmed him through. She thwacked him with her towel on the way by. “Move out of my way, or I won’t be ready in time for our dinner reservation. You said seven thirty, right?”
“Right,” Chandler called back as he put his suitcase atop the rack beside hers. He smiled down at it. He remembered this case. He’d grabbed it for her in the airport when she was a stranger who’d been a bit more than curt to him.
Damn, that seemed like it had happened forever ago. Well, it sort of was. They were both changed from who they’d been then, at least a little. He could tell just by looking at Eliza that she was more comfortable in her own skin. It suited her. He’d liked what he saw in the airport, but now? He couldn’t get enough.
The whir of the hair dryer drew his attention to the bathroom. Knowing he’d be in the way, he sank down on the room’s single king-sized bed. It was odd being in a room with feminine things scattered around it. There was a makeup case on the desk, its contents spilling over the side. A lingerie bag was lying atop her suitcase, a lacy bra and panty set laid atop it like they were being put on later. Or maybe taken off? Hey, a guy could hope.
Crossing his arms over his middle, Chandler sank back against the pillows. Just to breathe. He hadn’t been with anyone since Andrea, and he’d wondered if he could ever relax around a woman again. Andrea’s change had hurt him deeply, and part of him had worried that he’d never be the same again.
And now he knew. He couldn’t be the same again. He could be better.
The hair dryer stopped suddenly, the room feeling more quiet than it was in the absence of the loud sound. Brushing noises then. Chandler watched in the mirror in front of the bed. If his head was at the right angle, he could catch glimpses of her shiny brown-black hair as she brushed it.
She was beautiful. He wanted her, and for more than just the next two nights. But every time he brought up going home, or staying in contact, or anything like that, Eliza ran off, or shut down, or changed the subject.
He wasn’t stupid. Fear of commitment was easy to understand, hell, he felt it himself. But he’d be crazy not to know that Eliza was special, and he wanted to continue their relationship even when this trip was over.
So tonight he’d begin to try to get her to understand. He’d show her he was empathetic, he’d try to help her see that a past failed relationship didn’t mean that her future was doomed. It had killed him not to research her past, but so far he’d stuck to his vow and hadn’t looked. He’d wait for her to share with him, no matter how long it
took.
If only the calendar didn’t march forward quite so quickly.
“Sorry, I’m almost ready,” Eliza called from the bathroom. “Just a minute and we can go.”
“No rush,” Chandler said, putting his laced-together fingers atop his head. “Your bed is comfortable. Want to order room service?”
“Again? I don’t think so.”
Chandler grinned and stood. They were both a little tired of the resort restaurant at this point. The indoor entertainment had been much more interesting than leaving to find sustenance had been, but after their little rendezvous in the surf, Eliza had declared she was starving. And as a gentleman, he had to make sure she didn’t dry up and float away.
So reservations were made, and unless they left within the next minute or two, they’d miss them entirely.
“Okay, room key, purse, wallet, phone, I’m good!” Eliza smiled at him, patting her bag on her side. “Sorry again.”
“Stop apologizing.” He dropped a kiss on her nose. “Let’s go before you start gnawing my leg.”
“I am hungry. I think it was the swimming. I always get hungry when I go swimming.”
“You are hungry for sure, but I think it was the fucking. You always get hungry when you go fucking.”
She punched him, even though his mimicry had been perfect. So he grunted in apology, and was apparently forgiven, because she didn’t pull away when he grabbed her hand at the elevators.
The cab he’d called was waiting in front of the hotel towers, and as Chandler gave the cabbie directions, Eliza started to dig through her purse for her ringing cell. Chandler looked over as the cab pulled forward. Eliza frowned at the screen, hit Decline, and dropped the phone back into her purse.