Indulge

by Georgia Cates

  “You know reggae?”

  “A little more this month than last. I brushed up when I found out I was coming here. I’m a big J Boog fan now.”

  “Mishka is my favorite.”

  “Love them, too. Favorite song?”

  “‘Above The Bones.’ Yours?”

  “That’s a great one but for me it’s a toss up between ‘Another Like You’ and ‘Give You All The Love.’”

  “Let’s Do It Again” ends and “Before You Go” by Common Kings comes on. “Love this one, too. They’re playing awesome music in this club.”

  I look over at Mere and G. “I don’t understand all that swinging stuff, so I don’t know how to advise her.”

  “What did he do?”

  “They never sleep with people more than once. It’s their rule; it’s only about sex and never a connection. He went behind her back and fucked a woman a second time. She isn’t sure he was going to tell her about it either.”

  “Shit.”

  “That’s a big deal, right?”

  “Huge, because it’s a trust issue. You can’t really screw up worse than that.” Breaking trust. I understand the toll that can take.

  “They’re my best friends. I don’t want to see them like this.”

  I look over at the table; Meredith looks ready to walk. “I’m sorry. I need to check on them.”

  Meredith’s purse is on her shoulder. “I’m sorry to have intruded on your time with Beau and then bail, but I can’t look at this cunt grabber right now.”

  “Baby,” Grayson says as he grabs her arm, “don’t be like that.”

  She jerks her arm from his grasp. “I’m going back to the resort. Do what you want but don’t even think about riding in the same taxi.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  She stares him down. “What do you think I’m going to do, Grayson?”

  He shakes his head as he pleads, “Don’t. Please.”

  I’m in the dark but his reaction makes me suspect he already knows what she’s referring to.

  Meredith leaves her seat. “I admire your confidence in assuming I give a shit about what you want right now.”

  “Don’t go.” This is painful to watch.

  “You threw one of our biggest rules out the window. Now, I’m going to do the same thing. Hope you enjoy the way it feels.” It’s frightening how much Meredith sounds like her mother.

  She walks away, waving at Grayson over her shoulder. “See you in the morning. Or not.”

  I punch Grayson in the arm as hard as I can. “Douche nozzle! Why did you do that? You know she has huge issues with trust.” Meredith never had faith in a man . . . until Grayson. Now, he’s ruined that. “You may have literally just ended your marriage over one fuck.”

  “I know. It was so fucking stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He wasn’t thinking.

  Meredith can go a little bat-shit crazy when she’s angry. She doesn’t always make the best decisions. “You know how vindictive she can be when she’s hurt. Get your ass up and go after your wife before she does something stupid that your marriage can’t bounce back from.”

  Grayson runs his hand through the top of his hair. “Fuck, AJ.”

  She’s going to get away if he doesn’t move fast. “Go. Now.”

  Grayson dashes toward the exit without a word.

  Meredith and Grayson don’t fight. Ever. This is new to me, and I don’t know what to think. “Not their finest moment. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

  “Been there. I know how ugly it can get.”

  He doesn’t know Meredith’s history. “You can’t begin to imagine how much she has feared this happening in her marriage. Grayson knows that, and now he’s wrecked her. I want to put my foot in his ass.” And I may yet.

  Meredith’s parents messed up her perception of marriage. She grew up in the middle of a battle zone. Her father was forever cheating. Her mother always retaliated. Poor Mere didn’t know husbands and wives could get along until she met my parents.

  I want to go after her, to make sure she’s okay, but she and Grayson need privacy to work this out. They don’t need me in the middle.

  I’m not sure how Grayson will manage to make this right with her. Once the trust is gone, it’s gone.

  Been there. Done that. It’s a sickening feeling.

  Beau pulls me to stand between his legs and puts his arms around me. “I know he messed up, but swinging is what they’ve chosen to do within the confines of their marriage. This isn’t unfamiliar territory. They’ll work it out.”

  Beau’s right. This isn’t the same thing as cheating within a monogamous marriage, although I’m certain it’s still hurtful.

  “Don’t let it ruin your good time.” He puts his hands on my hips and sways my hips. “Bob Marley is playing. Want to dance with me?”

  I listen for a moment. It’s “Is This Love,” one of my all-time favorites, so I can’t resist the invitation. I nod, taking his hand and moving to the crowded dance floor.

  Everyone hit the floor when Bob Marley came on, and we’re squished like sardines. Fine by me. Means I can get as close as I like without unwelcome attention.

  I turn my back on Beau and grab his hands. I put them on my hips and back up until my whole body is rubbing against him as we dance.

  He puts his mouth to my ear. “You’re making me hard.”

  “I know. I feel it pushing against my ass.”

  “Not the way I’d like it to push against your ass.”

  I haven’t had time to talk to Meredith about backdoor action, and I sure won’t get to now, but I’ve made my decision. “I’ve decided I want to.”

  Everything Beau has done to me thus far has been amazing. If anyone can make it feel good, it’ll be him.

  Beau twists me around so we’re facing one another. “You’re sure?”

  I nod.

  He cradles my face and kisses my mouth. He grabs my bottom and squeezes. “I’m paying our tab now; I don’t want to wait any longer than necessary to get in that ass.”

  I’m inwardly cringing. “You have a filthy mouth.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  We’re in the back of the taxi on the way back to the resort, and I’m as nervous as a fox at a hound convention. “You’re quiet.”

  “I’m thinking about it.” Psyching myself up.

  He puts his arm around me and pulls me close. “I can tell. You’re trembling.”

  “I’m afraid it’ll hurt.” I know a lot of people do it, but I can’t stop thinking about why the other part of the population doesn’t.

  “I’ll get you ready for it. You’ll even want me to put it in when I’m finished warming you up.”

  I have mixed feelings right now. Fearful. Excited. Aroused.

  “Will you wear the black lingerie set with the fishnet stockings for me?” Good. That means he plans to give me plenty of time to prepare myself.

  “I would love to wear that for you.”

  The suite is spotless. It’s as though last night never happened. Except it did, and I pray it isn’t followed by disastrous repercussions.

  I go to the bag and take out the black bra, G-string, and stockings. “I need a few minutes.”

  “No problem.”

  I slip into the sexy outfit and fluff my hair. I finish myself off with body spray as I inspect the final product in the mirror. I’m not a vain person but there’s no question––I look hot in this.

  I feel every beat of my heart in my flushed face; I’m on edge, but I want this man and everything he has planned for me.

  I come out of the bathroom and stop just inside the doorway. I don’t go to him right away. Instead, I put my hand on my hip and lean into the doorframe, supporting myself with a raised hand. He says nothing, but the hunger I see in his eyes tells me everything his mouth doesn’t. He’s dying to have me. And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on.

  He watches as I walk to where he’s standing by the bed. When I reach him, he twirls h
is finger in a circle. “Turn for me.”

  I make a full spin before he drops to his knees in front of me. He kisses my stomach before he drags his tongue over my belly button.

  I put my hand on top of his head and run my fingers through his thick, dark hair as he kisses each of my hipbones above the elastic waist of my G-string. No man has ever gone to his knees before me and explored my body like this. On one hand, it’s unnerving. On the other, it’s hot as hell and has me drenching wet.

  I guess it’s all part of getting me ready for what’s to come.

  He hooks his fingers in the black lace and drags them down my legs. I have to use his shoulders to balance myself and step out of them because my head is spinning so hard from everything he’s doing to me.

  He tosses them aside and runs his hands up the back of my legs, starting at my ankles until he cups my cheeks and pulls my groin to his face. His mouth is almost right where I crave it most. I’m ashamed to admit how badly I yearn for his tongue.

  He gazes up at me through long, dark lashes. He smiles when his eyes meet mine but we break contact when he leans forward to lick me in one long stroke. I’m stunned, but not by the feel of his tongue. It’s the sight of seeing him do that to me.

  “Sit on the bed.” His voice is gruff. And demanding.

  I sit farther back than he wants me to, so he grabs my legs behind my bent knees and pulls me until I’m barely on the edge. He takes my feet and places them on the rails before pushing my legs apart. “I want to eat you first.”

  I’ve never had anyone say such crude things to me. I love it.

  I tremble with an impatient desire to be touched. I’m considering begging when I feel the first flutter of his tongue.

  Just as I grow accustomed to one motion and rhythm, he stops and changes to a completely different speed and direction. It’s a guessing game as to what he’ll do next and how it will feel.

  Beau inserts his fingers and slides them in and out while he uses his mouth to stimulate my clit. I instinctively lift my hips from the bed in a rhythmic, rocking motion.

  His fingers leave me, and he glides them toward the back. He touches me there, rubbing in a circular motion while he continues licking my clitoris.

  I can’t help it. Instinct forces me to tense. “It’s okay. I’m only touching right now; you can relax.”

  I catch my breath and loosen up, surprised to see how different his touch is from what I expected. It’s actually pleasurable, which puts me more at ease.

  “I’m going to push one finger inside, Peach. It’s slick from being inside you already. It might feel strange but it won’t hurt.”

  “Okay.”

  He resumes licking me, and I feel the insertion of his finger. Again, I tense, but only for a second. “Good girl.”

  He thrusts in and out slowly. I’m surprised a second time when I realize I’m rocking with him.

  “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m going to give you two now.”

  He just called me baby. But I don’t have time to think about it because his second finger enters me. Same reaction. Tense. Relax.

  He repeats the same procedure, thrusting in and out slowly. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now I’m going to make you come.”

  I’m looking in the mirror above, watching his head bob between my legs, while he thrusts his fingers in and out of my bottom. It’s an entirely different type of sensation and arousal. It feels dirty and wrong. Taboo. Maybe that’s why I like it so much.

  My back arches and I tense when the quivering begins in my pelvis. He sucks harder and thrusts faster. It’s almost more than I can stand. “Ohh . . . uhh.”

  My body shudders and my womb flutters rhythmically for several seconds before it’s finished. Pulsating warmth spreads through my body. My face, hands, and feet tingle.

  Beau comes up and kisses my mouth quickly. “I think someone liked their sample of anal play.”

  “Guilty.”

  He moves to the nightstand to fetch a condom and bottle of lube. It’s the first time I’ve seen that. We’ve not needed it before tonight. “I’m glad because there’s so much more to come.”

  I prop on my elbows and watch him roll the latex sheath over his cock. I take note how much wider and longer it is. His fingers were pleasurable. This I’m not so sure of. His cock’s an impressive size.

  “Don’t worry, Peach. I’m going to make it good for you.”

  I’ve squirmed my way up the bed, so he grasps the back of my lower thighs and pulls my bottom to the edge just like when he went down. Not what I was expecting. “I thought you’d put me on my hands and knees.”

  He slaps my butt cheek. “I will next time.”

  He squirts a generous amount of lubricant in his hand before rubbing it on my bottom. “Gotta have it nice and slick so it’ll feel good.”

  He kisses the top of my knee. “Ready?”

  “Yes.” It sort of comes out sounding like a croaking frog. Not very convincing.

  “I’ll tell you everything before I do it so there are no surprises.” That makes me feel minimally better.

  “Okay.”

  “I’m going to position myself at your entrance.” I’d call it an exit, not an entrance.

  “I won’t thrust like usual. This’ll be more like a rocking motion with shorter strokes. It’ll go in easier like that.”

  I inhale deeply and exhale. “I’m ready.”

  “Tell me if anything hurts.”

  Beau informs me of every move he makes beforehand. It’s reassuring and helps me to trust he won’t hurt me.

  Pushing through the muscle inside me wasn’t the most pleasurable experience ever but things greatly improve after that. I feel like I’m ready for the full experience now.

  “You’re okay?”

  “Mmm hmm.” I can’t believe he’s giving it to me in the ass. And I like it.

  Beau pushes my legs back and moves a little faster, although it doesn’t come close to matching what he usually does. “I love being inside you.”

  I rock my hips in counteraction with Beau’s. “You like my cock in your ass, don’t you?”

  The filth that comes out of his mouth! I can’t believe I let him kiss me with it. “I do.”

  He pushes my legs apart, rubbing my clit. “I want to feel you come.”

  I want to have an orgasm while he’s inside me, there; I want every kind of pleasure he’s willing to give me.

  It isn’t long before I recognize the peak of my arousal approaching. “Omigod. It’s starting.”

  My body rocks with the motion of Beau’s faster thrusts. The waves of pleasure in my pelvis explode. Everything in my groin buzzes with delight. A moment later, the sweet torture begins—the pulsation of contractions, mixing with the warm euphoria spreading throughout my entire body all the way to the tips of my curled toes. Bliss.

  Complete and utter ecstasy—that’s what he gives me every time we’re together.

  Beau’s face is so tense. I can tell he’s holding back because he doesn’t want to hurt me. “I’m fine. You can do it harder.”

  “You’re sure?”

  I reach out to touch his handsome face. “I’m positive.”

  I’ve had my pleasure, twice, but now I get a third dose by watching him come undone.

  He closes his eyes and moves faster. Deeper. I clench around him, making it a tighter fit.

  I do it for him because I want this to be the best piece of ass he’s ever had.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hisses through his teeth while thrusting into me three final times. Hard. Deep.

  Beau pulls out of me and releases my legs. He collapses over me, chest to chest, heart to heart.

  After a minute or two of intense breathing, he whispers, “I’m the only man who’s had that part of you. I’m glad I was your first.”

  I wrap my arm around him, lacing my fingers through the back of his hair. “Me, too.”

  Chapter 9

  An
na James Bennett

  There’s a tickle on the tip of my nose. I swat at the annoying pest and scratch the itchy spot left in its wake. “Peach.”

  Oh. Beau is the annoying pest. “Hmm?”

  “Let’s get up and go down for breakfast. I’m starvin’ like Marvin.”

  I grin. “I’m snoozin’ like Suzan.”

  “Aren’t you the clever one?”

  He pokes me in the rib with his fingertip and wiggles it back and forth. I instantly spasm, and my body contorts into a bizarre position. I despise being tickled.

  We were planning to go out for dinner last night, but that was put on hiatus when I told Beau I was ready to let him have some backdoor action. “Funny how a little bum fun can make you forget to eat.”

  “Are you up for having breakfast at the resort, or do we need to go into town?”

  Beau has been such a good sport about taking me away from this place, so I should cut him some slack, especially since mornings around here have proven to be a normal experience. “I’m fine with eating here.”

  He slaps my butt cheek. “Then get this fine ass up and get ready.”

  I twist my hair into a bun to keep it from getting wet while I speed shower. I try to hurry because I know Beau is dying of starvation. I’d hate for him to perish since I’m certain there’s plenty of hot sex in store for us the next four days.

  The countdown is on. More than half of my time with Beau Emerson is behind me, instead of ahead. The closer our last day comes, the more I consider what it would be like to go back to Buford and never see him again. The thought creates feelings of heaviness in my heart.

  “The breakfast crowd is drastically smaller this morning.”

  “Last night was the huge pool party. The attendees stayed up fucking 'til the crack of dawn therefore they’re sleeping in.” He has no idea how much that grosses me out.

  “I guess we’re the prudes in the bunch since we stayed in to have sex privately.”

  He wags his brows at me. “Baby, there’s nothing prudish about what happened in our bed last night.”

  He called me baby again. I can’t stop the smile spreading over my face as I duck behind my menu. “Whatcha gonna have this morning?”

  “The quiche.”