Indulge

by Georgia Cates

  He shrugs. “Whatever butters your bread, baby.”

  He holds out his drink. “A toast to Peach and Beauregard.”

  “To Peach and Beauregard. Now, that’s a pair.” Clink! We tap the necks of our glass beer bottles.

  We suck those down in no time, and as though on cue, electrical tape woman appears with more. “Anything else, Mr. Emerson?”

  “We’re fine. I’ll ring if that should change.”

  “Very good, sir.”

  I wait until she’s gone to ask. “You’ll ring her?”

  He points to an intercom on the wall. “Call system.” Of course. How silly of me.

  We work on our fresh beers while watching the show below on the dance floor. The dry humping I was doing against Beau earlier has nothing on what’s happening right now. Which reminds me of earlier. “What did you say to that man on the dance floor to make him go away?”

  “I told him your pussy and ass were mine and I didn’t share you with anyone.”

  Holy shit. My stomach just did something. Maybe a backflip?

  “That ass monkey pushed himself on you without an invitation or permission. I showed him kindness by not punching him in his face, which is what I really wanted to do. But violence is grounds for being thrown out of the resort and that would mean I wouldn’t get to see you this week. And I would really like that . . . if you’re open to it.”

  He wants to see me this week?

  I’m pretty sure a feather could knock me over right now.

  “I don’t know what spending time with a person like you means.” Is Beau looking for a friend? A lover? Or a new partner for a triad? It’s definitely a no to the latter.

  “We don’t have to put a label on what it is.”

  Beau has desires I’ll never be able to satisfy. What most men consider a fantasy is his reality. I’d be wise to not forget that no matter how much fun we’re having.

  “I like you, Beauregard.” We both smile when I use his new nickname. “I enjoy spending time together. But you, and the things you like, frighten me.”

  He grazes the back of his fingers down my cheek. “Does my simple touch scare you?”

  I look down. “Yes.”

  He grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. He rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. “And this too?”

  I nod.

  He takes my beer from my hand, placing it on the shelf inside the booth. He leans in for a kiss, the one I’ve been dying for since he told me I was so fucking beautiful it hurt. But if I’m being honest, I wanted it long before that.

  I’m trembling. My breath is rapid. I may even be a little lightheaded.

  He stops before his lips touch mine. We’re so close I can smell the Stella on his breath. I want to taste it. “How does this make you feel?”

  “It scares the hell out of me.”

  His bottom lip grazes mine but he still doesn’t kiss me. “I’ll back off right now if it’s what you want. We’ll leave this lounge. I’ll escort you back to your room and say goodnight. But if that happens, I’m going back to my suite for a cold shower so I can jerk off while fantasizing about what might have happened if you had told me to kiss you right now.”

  Gush! The crotch of my panties just became drenched.

  This is it. The second moment of the night that will define where this relationship is going. “Kiss me.”

  He laces his fingers through my hair and holds me prisoner when he lowers his mouth to mine. I open to invite his tongue inside. It meets mine and together the two become erotic dance partners.

  Ah. A first kiss. Always the last to be forgotten.

  He stops, his lips hovering over mine. His breath is warm against my skin. “More or stop? Your call.”

  I’m standing at a crossroads. He’s asking me to venture further with him but my heart tells me one more step will take me beyond the point of no return.

  I’m twenty-four, divorced, in Jamaica, and kissing a seriously hot man. Why the fuck would I say no? “More.”

  His mouth leaves mine and travels down my neck. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you will taste like.”

  I close my eyes and debate what I’m doing. This goes against everything I believe and all the things I want for myself.

  This man knows the power of seduction. He’s giving me exactly what I want, so slowly, it’s taking my breath away.

  This isn’t love. Nor is it true and beautiful. But I want it more than my next breath.

  I have no idea what it is I think we’re doing or what we can ever become. I only know I like it a whole fucking lot.

  Beau tugs at the strapless side of my dress until my breast pops out of the top. His hand encompasses the mound and squeezes rhythmically as he moves lower. He pushes it up and sucks my nipple into his mouth, circling the hard pebble with his tongue. When he finishes, he drags his teeth over it.

  Every touch, lick, and suck has a direct link sending a message to the center of my groin. Get ready for what’s coming next.

  He rolls my body so I’m lying on my side.

  What’s he doing?

  Oh, hell. He can keep doing that.

  His tongue, which has been darting in and out of the open slits down the side of my dress, touches my hipbone. I tremble from its contact against the sensitive skin there.

  I open my eyes and see the silhouette of a woman standing at the opening of the booth we’re in. I jolt up, covering my exposed chest with my hand, and she moves away.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “There was a woman standing there watching us.” Creepy.

  “Probably Shayna from the next booth. She likes to watch in addition to being watched.”

  “Well, I don’t like to be ogled.” The curtain is open but it’s still a complete violation of privacy.

  He moves to the end of the bed, pulls the plush velvet drapes together, and fastens them with a hook. “Easy fix.”

  He turns around but doesn’t come back to me. Instead, he sits back on his feet, placing his palms on the top of his thighs. “I know you’re not sure about this. Or me. That’s why I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

  I admire his confidence. “You assume I’d let you.”

  He crawls in my direction on all fours before hovering over my body. “Trust me when I say you’re going to wish I would.”

  He puts his hands on my knees and pushes my legs apart. Like cracking open a book he can’t wait to read. And I let him. I’m trembling, impatient to experience what he has in store for me.

  He hoists my dress to my waist. My entire groin throbs as he lightly strokes his fingertips over the wet crotch of my panties. “See? You’re already drenched, and I’ve barely touched you.”

  I can’t get enough air in and out of my nose so I open my mouth to breathe. I work to gain control, but it still results in an embarrassing pant.

  He cups his hand over my groin and pets me through my wet panties. Every nerve ending between my legs is alive. “I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you for a single minute since we met.”

  He pushes the wet fabric aside and groans beneath his breath. “You’re so smooth. I love that.”

  He glides his fingers up and down my center. His fingertip grazes my clit with every upward stroke, enough to stimulate but not nearly enough to satisfy. It’s torture, the sweetest kind.

  I tilt my hips and rock against his hand. I lift my arms over my head and grasp the pillow under my head, turning my face into it. “Omigod.”

  Beau thrusts two fingers in and out of me while working my clit. At least that’s what I think he’s doing. I can’t really be sure since it’s something I’ve never had done to me before.

  I’ve not been blessed with generous sexual partners. Only takers.

  He lowers his mouth to my neck and kisses me just below my lobe. His words are a seductive, breathy whisper traveling from his lips to my ear. “My cock is going to feel better than this when I get it inside you.”

  His cock. In
side me.

  Oh, yes.

  I’m losing, no finding, myself in what Beau’s doing. I’m discovering a part of me I’ve never known. “Oh. My. God. Please don’t stop.”

  I tense all over, including my curled toes, when the rhythmic contractions in my groin begin. Once. Twice. I lose count of how many times my internal body squeezes around Beau’s fingers. “Don’t stop coming yet, Anna James. Ride it all the way.”

  I couldn’t stop this fast-moving train if I tried. I’ve never experienced toe-curling ecstasy that is this orgasm.

  How the hell have I missed out on this?

  I bite my lip and grasp him tightly around his neck to pull him close. He wasn’t kidding. I do want him to fuck me.

  I relax when it ends. My entire body goes lax. That includes allowing my legs to fall completely apart. I don’t have it in me to care if he sees my goodies.

  I would let Beau do that to me again anytime. No question.

  He moves up my body until he’s lying on top of me, his erection pressing against my crotch. “The way you respond to my touch is sexy as fuck.”

  I want to touch him, see if he has a similar response.

  I push my hand between our bodies so I can reach his dick. I stretch my neck so my mouth reaches his earlobe. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

  He growls and flips us over so I’m on top. I’m straddling him so my dress is jacked up to my hips. Perfect opportunity to grind my crotch against his cock. “You are killing me, Peach.”

  I sit back and push my hand down the front of his trousers. He’s full and warm inside my palm. I grasp firmly and move my hand up and down in a steady motion.

  “Being inside me is going to feel so much better than this.” I’m the one using his words now. Dirty ones. And I like it; it feels right.

  “My cock was so jealous of my fingers when they were in you.”

  I stop stroking it and rub his tip over the crotch of my underwear. All it would take would be to push the fabric of my panties aside and he could be inside me. “You were right when you predicted I’d want you to fuck me.”

  “Yeah. He has a way of doing that.”

  What the fuck?

  I’m startled to hear a voice inside our booth so I jerk around to see what’s going on. Someone is standing at our booth entrance holding the drapes wide open. “Honey, I’m home.”

  Chapter 5

  Anna James Bennett

  “Shit.” I’m shining my entire ass to whoever this is so I quickly roll off Beau and yank my dress down.

  “Get the fuck out, Linc.” I jolt when Beau raises his growly, authoritative voice.

  Our intruder doesn’t budge so Beau kicks one of his feet in the guy’s direction, narrowly missing his crotch. “Christ on a cracker. You could have kicked me in the balls.”

  “That was my intention.” Beau groans beneath his breath.

  “Simmer down, Bobo.”

  “I had a beautiful woman sitting on top of me with her hand around my cock. Simmering down is the complete opposite of what I want, hence the reason I’m telling you to leave. Now.”

  “No, motherfucker. I have a beef with you.”

  Beau shakes his head. “And I have a grievance with you.”

  “You walked right past my booth with this lovely lady and didn’t stop to say hello, kiss my ass, or anything.”

  “That would be because I didn’t want you scaring the hell out of Anna James, which I imagine you’re sort of doing right now.”

  “I’m Linc. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The man offers his right hand for a shake, and all I can do is look at it. Really? I just had my palm wrapped around Beau’s cock and he wants to shake hands? That’s just nasty.

  I shake my head. “Probably not the best time for a handshake.”

  Linc comes into the booth and stretches out next to me.

  Freak!

  He interrupts our intimate moment and then climbs into the booth with us? Unbelievable.

  I bug my eyes at Beau so he’ll know I disapprove. He better not think this is going to turn into a threesome.

  He pats my leg and leans over to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry. I’m going to get him out of here.”

  “You didn’t come to the pool party last night.” Well, at least Linc is validating what Beau told me. Looks like he did turn in after he escorted me to my room. It’s a little silly but that makes me smile inside.

  “I had a late evening out with Anna James.”

  “I heard you put Erin and Heath out on their asses.” Oh. Linc must know Beau well.

  “Sure the fuck did.”

  “What happened?” This guy’s a nosy bastard.

  “Not going there with you, Linc.”

  “Are the two of you starting up a new poly trio? If so, I want in.” Wow. I think he’s totally serious. And I suspect it’s the reason behind his rude interruption. He came to call dibs before anyone else had a chance. Apparently, these kinds of people like laying claims on others.

  Beau swats away the hand Linc rests on my thigh and replaces it with his own. “Forget it. I’m not sharing her with anyone.”

  Chills erupt down my body; I can’t help but like the hint of possessive, alpha-tone in his voice.

  Linc nibbles his bottom lip while looking me over, head to toe. It’s unsettling to be undressed by his eyes. “Mmm . . . can’t say I blame you. I’d keep this one all to myself too.”

  He stretches and groans before scooting to the edge to leave. Thank God. “Do let me know if you change your mind. I’d love a taste. You know how much I visually enjoy blondes.”

  He isn’t gone a second too soon. “What a whack job.”

  “Linc’s not so bad . . . when he isn’t interrupting one hell of a hand job.”

  I wanted to make him come. Hard. And I would have if we’d not been interrupted. “We didn’t get to the best part.”

  “No, we didn’t.” Beau leans over and kisses the side of my neck. Makes me want to climb on top of him again to finish what I started. But, not here.

  “Can we go somewhere else? Maybe a place with a little more freedom from disturbance?”

  “Our rooms are the only places we’ll find privacy.”

  I don’t respond because I’m torn.

  “Don’t worry, Peach. We can go to my room, and you can leave whenever you want.”

  Choosing to go to a suite with a man I just met, especially one like Beau, is a big decision. Scary stuff. I’ve never done anything like that; I’ve always exercised extreme caution in everything I do. And look where that got me. Dumped within a year of marriage.

  Beau’s already given me one toe-curling orgasm, and he’s offering more. Is there really a choice, Anna James?

  “I want to.”

  “Thank fuck.” The words barely reach my ears before Beau grasps the back of my neck and pulls me in so his lips can reach mine.

  Aah! Every woman dreams of being kissed like this, just once in her lifetime, so hard and deep she can feel it down to her toes.

  Time to throw caution to the wind and live for the moment without worry for potentially ruinous consequences.

  Beau’s suite is on the opposite side of the resort from mine, but it’s close to the club, so the walk isn’t far. I’m thankful since my feet are already protesting.

  He holds my hand on the way. It’s sweet and romantic, but I’m not plagued with the misconception that this budding relationship is either of those things.

  We enter and I’m confounded by the differences in our suites. His is much roomier with a kitchen and dining area. There are a lot of doors so I’m guessing he has more than one bedroom. “Hot damn! Is this the presidential suite?”

  “Maybe.”

  I go to the sheer drapes in front of his windows to see what kind of view he has. I find French doors leading out onto a balcony facing a beach. No surprise there. “Nude or prude view?”

  “Prude.”

  “Awe. That’s too bad.”
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  “Not really. It enabled me to watch you today.”

  I should be a little disturbed to learn that. But I’m not. “You didn’t spy for long; you showed up about thirty minutes after I arrived.”

  “Because I didn’t want to see you from a distance.”

  He says things like that, and I’m further confused about what is happening between us. “You could be with any woman of your choosing at this resort, yet you’re with the one and only non-hedonist at a hedonism resort. Why?”

  “I was intrigued by you from the moment you sat at my table.” I’m reminded of the conversation I had with Meredith and Grayson this morning at breakfast.

  I won’t be anyone’s challenge to conquer.

  “Is that code for seeing me as a conquest? Someone you want to seduce into your world of hedonism?”

  “No. It means I like you and enjoy our conversations.”

  A roguish grin spreads beneath his stubble as he approaches. When he reaches me, his hands go to my hips and pull me close. His mouth hovers over mine, his warm breath teasing my lips. “Perhaps you’re the one trying to seduce me into your vanilla world.”

  Hands cup beneath my ass and I’m lifted so my legs are wrapped around him. I hold on tightly around his shoulders as he carries me to the sofa. He falls back onto the couch, and I’m straddling him again. Good. It means I’m the one in control.

  He places a hand on each side of my face and gazes into my eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  The expression I see there tells me everything I need to know. This man, despite his usual preferences, wants the vanilla me just as I am.

  I squeeze him tightly, pressing my body hard against his. I rotate my hips in a circular motion against his hard cock pressing into my crotch. I reach between us to slip my hand into his trousers, but he flips us over so I’m on my back. I should have known he wasn’t going to let me be in charge for long.

  His hand disappears beneath my dress and navigates its way down the front of my black lace panties. Looks like I was wrong in believing we came here to finish what I started. Seems we’re starting over from the beginning. No complaints here. He can use those magic fingers to touch me any time he wants.