"Hallo, knock, knock, can I come in?"
Guy turned to the doorway. His love-struck grin slipping from his face as he recognized the shapely figure. “Now's not a good time, Sue, I've got a mountain of paperwork."
She pouted. “Paperwork's a bore. Can't you get Mark to do it?"
"No, he's got the day off."
"Then leave it until tomorrow,” she sauntered into the room and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I've missed you.” She went to kiss his lips but he turned his face away.
Guy felt a little guilty, for he hadn't missed her at all. All his thoughts these last few weeks had been centered on Shelly.
He disentangled himself from her grasp and took a step back. “I really do have a lot of work here, Sue. Now's not a good time."
"It never seems to be a good time lately.” She wore a stiff expression that masked rising irritation. “Not since that prissy blonde came into your life. Sorry, blonde, did I say? Her hair sometimes looks more like a carrot than yellow."
Guy's eyes darkened to blue-black chips of obsidian. “I won't have you talk about her like that,” he warned.
"My, my.” Sue's dark green eyes narrowed. “She really has gotten to you, hasn't she?"
Guy folded his arms across his chest. “I think she's got to you, too. I would never have thought that a redhead of all people would slag somebody off about their hair color."
Sue, who loved her hair passionately, but had also taken her fair share of teasing in the school playground said, “My hair is red. Miss Prissy Strawberry-blonde looks more like a carrot. What's she got, that I haven't?"
Guy looked at her, dressed in a tiger-skin cat suit, with a huge eighties-style belt wrapped around her rounded hips, and thought, a whole lot of class, for one.
Sue smiled. She shouldn't show him how annoyed she was. He was by far the nicest looking man on the island. Ted was almost as nice, being a close second. But second had never been good enough for Suzanne Fleming. Not since she left her quiet, little, backdrop town in Texas at sixteen and headed for the big lights.
"We can still hang out together. I don't mind sharing you, stud,” she purred as she ran her fingers along his wide bicep.
Guy shook his head. “Sorry, but it just won't go. Shelly and I, well, you see, we're going steady."
Sue's faced flamed. “You're a low-life. How can you do this to me, after the time we spent together? Then you drop me just like that,” she snapped her fingers, “and think that you can just get away with it? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Guy said quietly, “There was never an ‘us'."
"You're a bastard.” Sue spat in his face.
"Honey,” Guy said jadedly, “you must have slept with half the island. I don't see why I should be privileged."
"True,” Sue quickly shot back, “but you've got the biggest dick and I'm aching for a good seeing-to."
Guy tried not to let his disgust show at her blatant acceptance. Man, he thought, was this always the type for me? Easy come, easy go?
Sue's eyes narrowed cunningly. “What if I tell your little girlfriend about us ... that you screwed me and my cousin while she was here. Do you think she'd like that?"
Guy said honestly, “There wasn't anything between Shelly and I then."
Sue shrugged and pushed her tits in his hand. “Still, a woman tends to feel bad over that sort of thing."
Guy removed his hand. Her big nipples were erect, poking him in the palm. She had the biggest nipples he'd ever seen on a woman. He could almost see them as she bent towards him. She wasn't wearing a bra. All he would have to do was stick his hand down the elastic material to free her huge melon-sized tits, but he didn't have the inclination.
His voice was cold as he said, “I'm warning you now, Sue. If you try to cause trouble between Shelly and I, you'll rue the day!"
Her bright red, painted lips smiled seductively up at him. “Let's have a little fun together. I'm not wearing any panties. You could take me now, right here on the desk, she won't need to know, cross my heart."
A muscle twitched in Guy's jaw. “You don't have a heart. I don't take kindly to blackmail, either. Now, get out!"
Sue's mouth opened, but no words emerged. She was suddenly like a dictionary with most of its pages ripped out.
Guy walked past her, opened the door wide and waited.
She reached out to scratch crimson painted nails down his face. “You're a fucking bastard, Guy Pearson! Do you hear me?"
He caught her wrist easily. “I'll count to ten, then I won't be responsible for my actions."
"It's all right, I'm going.” Sue picked up her pink handbag and stalked out, her ass swinging. Just before the door closed behind her, she spun around on her pointed heels. “Think on what I said, Guy."
The door did not slam. It was eased home with a gentleness that served only to infuriate the outsider even further. Sue went to throw herself at the door, then thought better of it. Guy's time would come, she'd make sure of it.
Chapter 21
On Thursday evening, shortly after midnight, Guy and Shelly made their way along the palm tree lined boardwalk that ran along the beach after a night spent dancing at The Globe. The sky overhead was as black and awe-inspiring as one of Van Gogh's paintings, grey and purple, dotted with millions of stars. The palm trees were like lone sentries watching them; there wasn't the slightest breeze to rustle their majestic branches. Here and there, lights from hotel windows twinkled in the darkness. It came to Guy then, that he had met Shelly just after midnight almost two weeks ago about four meters along the beach on a night similar to the one they shared now. With that realization, a sad ache rose in him like a gathering storm to destroy his good mood of only minutes ago. He didn't want to let her fly out of his life tomorrow, didn't know if he could bear it.
Shelly must have sensed the change in him. Frowning, she looked up into his face and asked, “Something up?"
Guy blinked, stopped cold in his thoughts. He really didn't want to tell her what he'd been thinking. His need for her still made him feel foolish at times. Moreover, he believed he had a really good chance of ruining the evening if he told her his thoughts. So instead, he flashed her that whiter-than-white smile that never failed to turn her heart over and said the first thing that came to mind, “I was just debating your dancing."
"Why? I'm not a lousy dancer!” Shelly protested hotly, stopping so she could turn and glare at him. “I'm a very good dancer."
He smiled, flashing those white teeth again. “I didn't say you were a bad dancer. I just said I had been thinking about your dancing."
"Why?"
They had stopped beneath one of several lanterns which ran along the length of the boardwalk. The orange light brought out the deep reds usually hidden in Shelly's hair. Absently, Guy reached out and fingered it.
"Okay.” Very slowly, he encircled her waist with his arms. “The reason I was thinking about your dancing—"
She rested her cheek against his chest. “Yes, go on."
"Well, I was thinking about the way you moved, because it got me as horny as hell. I just can't get the way you moved that delectable little ass of yours out of my head."
Shelly smiled against his chest. She should have known really, that his thoughts would have something to do with sex. His appetite in that department was definitely insatiable.
His mouth brushed her smile, surprising her into looking up at him. “Kiss me,” he said, his voice oddly gruff.
"I can't.” Ducking her head, she burrowed her fingers under the open collar of his shirt to find the soft hair on his chest and snuggled closer.
She was so blonde, so sleek; he had to have her then.
His gaze, suddenly hot and heavy, focused on her face, or what he could see of it, anyway, her cheek and the slight curving of her nose.
"Why in the blazes can't you kiss me, woman?” His voice was tinged slightly with irritation. His need was clawing like a beast at his belly. He took another spoonful of
ice cream and waited for her response.
Shelly couldn't help teasing him. “Because your ice cream and chocolate's melting, silly."
Guy looked down to the large tub of ice cream in his right hand. “That's because you make me all hot, angel."
"Then here, let me help you cool off.” Reaching out, Shelly grabbed a very cold fistful of the slightly melted ice cream. Pulling up his shirt, she slapped the ice cream low on his belly, just above his jeans.
He sucked in a harsh breath and his jeans gaped, allowing the ice cream, Smarties, chocolate, and all to slide down, down, down, and out of view. A strangled sound escaped him.
Shelly clapped a hand to her mouth to hide her smile.
Eyes hot, he politely took the spoon from her and dipped it into the ice cream.
Shelly tried to back up only to feel the heavy press of bark against her back. “Guy—"
"Yes, that would be my name."
"W ... what are you planning?” she asked with a nervous edge.
He smiled like the devil himself. “Pay back."
"Payback, don't be silly.” She smiled timidly. “We're not children."
"Then pay me back, your way,” he whispered before putting his mouth on hers.
"Take your payment how you see fit,” Shelly murmured against his lips, shocking herself. She was never the instigator in sexual matters or at least she hadn't been, until she'd met Guy. Ted had been as controlling in the bedroom as he'd been in every other aspect of her life.
With an offer like that, how could he refuse? Without Guy having to say anything, Shelly slipped her arms around his neck. At the same time, he caught her up, hauling her to him. With her wrapped around him, he turned from the main walkway into a cluster of shadowed trees.
In the shadows, Guy bunched the material of her skirt up past her waist. He turned until he could back her against a tree. Holding her there with easy strength, he kissed her. Then he set her down on a smooth boulder, and stepped between her thighs in one easy motion. He groaned when she arched up against him, sliding her pussy against his erection.
He tugged the bodice of her dress down, catching it on her arms, pinning them to her side. Oh yeah, that worked for him, he liked having her at his mercy. Opening her bra, his cock gave another lurch at the sight of her breasts, full and creamy, with pink nipples budded tight, begging for his attention. Taking advantage of her helpless state, he lifted the spoon and dribbled the soft melting ice cream over her breasts.
She sucked in a hard, ragged breath, and the ice cream-smeared-curves jiggled for him, making his mouth water like the ice cream had not been able to. He lowered his head, and flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, while his hand continued to fondle her other breast.
The sensation of his warm tongue, along with the cool feel of melting ice cream made Shelly gasp. “Guy, help me out of this blasted dress."
He studied her. She was hot and panting. His cock lurched again. She was helpless with her arms still pinned at her side, her breasts heaving, and the promising swell of her thighs visible where her dress had crept up. He doubted that he could ever get enough of the woman.
Shelly pleaded again, “Come on, free me."
"No."
"But I can't touch you like this,” she wailed.
He bit her earlobe. “I don't need you to touch me, angel."
"You don't?"
"No.” He bent her head back, so he was looking directly into her eyes. “Because you're my subordinate and I'm going to torture you."
Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to protest but Guy placed his hand over her lips, cutting off the sound. Then he bent his head and licked the left side of her face. Shelly shivered; she had never been licked before like that.
"Mmm, you need more ice cream, I think,” he said still with his hand over her mouth. He took the spoon and dribbled ice cream along the outside of his hand, then, turning it inwards towards Shelly's mouth he commanded, “Lick it off."
She did, lapping her tongue along his rough skin, nibbling hungrily on his knuckles, fingers, and thumbs.
Guy closed his eyes. His cock was positively aching to plunge into her pussy, and his balls felt as if they were going to burst.
Shelly watched as he removed his hand from her mouth and drove his tanned fingers back into the tub of ice cream. Bringing them back up to her mouth, he watched through hungry eyes as she licked the ice cream from his fingers, taking them in and out of her mouth. He dipped his index finger into the tub. Then, with the still-dry fingers, he pushed her panties to the side and plunged a cold, ice cream-covered-finger up her hot pussy.
Shelly gasped, so immersed in sucking his fingers she hadn't paid attention to what his other hand was doing. Now she did, as he continued to move his thick finger in and out of her. After a moment, he removed his finger. Dipping it back in the ice cream, he replaced it again, pushing it slowly between her hairy, little lips into her warm, demanding pussy.
God that man knew how to tease. There could be no doubt about that!
With a little cry, Shelly buried her head against his chest, hungrily licking and kissing every piece of flesh she came into contact with.
Guy slipped his finger from her pussy a moment later. He gently pushed her back. Holding the very same finger in front of her face, he watched as she licked her own juice from it. Then, taking another large handful of runny ice cream, he began to massage her full breasts with it. His hands glided easily over the succulent, smooth flesh. With his tongue and his mouth, he licked off every single bit of ice cream until Shelly was trembling with lust in his arms.
When he was finished, he slowly worked her panties down, dribbling more ice cream over her quivering belly and her thighs.
"Guy,” she jerked, when a drop hit precariously close to her furry mound, “that ... could get ... sticky."
"Not if I lick it off first.” He put his hands on the tops of her legs, spread them even wider, groaning at the view that she presented. “God, you're amazing.” And she was, her pussy was all hot and deliciously wet for him, dotted with an ice cream topping he couldn't wait to eat off.
He slid his hands up her thighs until his thumbs met. With the pad of his finger, he smeared the chocolate right over the center of her tight little crack, parting the lips slightly with his forefinger, to better smear her.
He licked her.
"Oh!” She bucked against his waiting mouth.
"Mmm.” He smacked his lips together. “You taste heavenly."
Her fingers bit gloriously into his shoulders, and she dropped her head back against the bark of an aged palm tree.
Even while he continued to lick her, he grasped her hand urgently in his. “Touch me."
Unsure of what he wanted at first, Shelly let him guide her hand down the length of his body. Beneath the zipper of his pants, she felt his strength, his hardness. Then he was kissing her, making delicious foreplay with her mouth. His hands slid behind her, cupping her ass, pressing even closer, so that she could feel exactly what the little interlude had done to him.
Just thinking about it, feeling him rock hard against the most needy part of her body, her pussy, left Shelly weak and trembling. She was close, so unbelievably close to climaxing, and he hadn't even caressed her clit yet. Her toes were curling and she had to, needed to have more.
"Please, Guy, now,” she begged, arching her hips towards him, wanting him inside her with a desperation that defied belief. “I can't take anymore. I want you in me, now."
Guy shoved her down against the leaf-strewn sand, parted her thighs with his knee and freed his cock from his jeans. He'd just pressed the swollen tip against her slicked pussy...
And then a voice interrupted.
"Hell,” Guy cursed. He just had time to make himself and Shelly decent before a smiling and rather unsteady Mark came into view through the gently rocking leaves.
Although his first impulse was to ignore him, Guy stepped out onto the walkway and called, “Hey, back here."
Guy frowned down at the leather case in his hand. If it had to come to a choice between losing himself in Shelly's sweet warm pussy or having his wallet, credit cards and all returned, he knew which one he'd take any day. And it certainly wasn't what he was holding in his hands. Maybe he should just kill the stupid idiot; it would certainly make his life easier.
At that moment, Shelly pushed back a huge leaf, the size of an elephant's ear, and came to join them on the walkway. Mark, his mouth gaping, looked from Shelly's tousled hair to Guy's rumpled, half buttoned shirt. “I've just disturbed something, haven't I?"
Guy thought, duh!
Shelly smiled. “No, not at all, Mark, I'll leave you and Guy to catch up. I was just on my way home, anyway. I'm rather sleepy, suddenly."
* * * *
It was after one a.m. when Shelly walked along the shoreline back to her bungalow alone, thinking about their affair while the occasional playful wave splashed her bare feet. She had left while Guy was still busy talking to Mark because she wanted time to herself.
This is it, she thought, the end of a romance that had only lasted two weeks. And yet, it had seemed much longer, more intense than the years she'd shared with Ted. She shrugged off the nagging little voice that persisted it didn't have to be the end, that things could be great, really great with Guy, if she were only to give them a chance. She sighed. She wasn't brave enough. Ted had made certain of that. If ever another man betrayed her, it would destroy her. It was better, safer, not to give her trust away to anyone. She had come to the island to enjoy as many men as possible. After the airplane steward, she'd only had Guy. And what a mistake that had been. As well as having the best sex of her life, she got something else that she hadn't bargained for. She had fallen in love.
"Shelly?"
She turned slowly to the sound of her name echoing through the night, and her heart swelled. She couldn't look at Guy, though. Couldn't bear to see the familiar strong planes of his face, nor the moonlight, which glinted off his black hair. Her eyes fell to the sandy ground, filling with tears. Oh damn it, she thought. Of all the times to cry, why did it have to be just then?
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