by Pamela Ann
“If you came here to find some release, then say so,” the arctic man said without looking up at me.
Damn, why was he acting like a complete dick? “Yeah, I came for that.” I should have been a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I wasn’t. Shame wasn’t a part of me anymore.
Without looking up, Taylor closed his laptop and placed it atop the mahogany side table. He scooted in the middle of the king-sized bed, pulled his briefs off and chucked them to the side. He then placed his hands over his head, in his majestic naked glory, before he seared me with his gaze. “Have a go at it, Trista.” A part of me wanted to slap him, but a part of me was beyond excited at his rotten demeanor. I strode to the bed and joined him. “Push those bikini triangles to the side of your breasts. I want to see them while you suck me off.” He commanded nonchalantly.
Biting my lip, I slid the bikini triangles to the side of my boobs, pushing them up—making them look like fuck-me tits—and exposed them to him. When I positioned myself to take him on the side of his hips, he stopped me. “Go in between my legs. I get a better view that way.”
Fucker! Make this difficult for me why don’t you, I thought to myself. His cock was already hard. It certainly didn’t need me to suck it to get him started, but he was being a total, controlling dickwad. Ticked off, I complied with his request and got in between his strong legs. From this vantage point, his penis looked bigger. Even though I was pissed at his demanding attitude, it hadn’t escaped me to appreciate how gorgeous he was. His magnificent body, golden, chiseled and ripped filled my wanton eyes. Yes, though I hated his guts at the moment, my hunger for him overrode common sense. “Don’t use any hands,” his majesty threw out another obnoxious demand.
If I was in tip-top condition, I would’ve spat back at him, but I wasn’t. I was the one who interrupted him for a quickie, so I wasn’t in the position to complain.
I could feel the weight of his gaze as he watched me put both hands on his thighs, the pads of my fingers clutching his hard muscles as I bent over and took the head of his shaft in my hot mouth. A tiny drop of pre-cum came out of the engorged slit when my lips made contact with his member. I gingerly ran the tip of my tongue to wipe his rock hard cock clean and then started to work my way slowly down the silken length of him. No sound or reaction came from the man while I worked on his member until he spoke yet another demand, “Look at me while you work on my cock, Trista.” I glanced at his stony face, but found no emotion there. If it weren’t for the massive erection, I wouldn’t have any indication that he was aroused. I disconnected our gaze, not wanting to look at his expressionless face any longer, and he spoke up again, “I didn’t tell you that you could look away.”
Here I was, sucking him off, and yet he was still flying mad, making demands left and right. I met his glare, once more, darting him a hateful look as I worked on his cock. Through his eyes, I felt his brutal anger as those beautiful orbs penetrated my being. “Crying more tears for the man you love, I see.” I almost choked on his dick at his directness. “Get on your knees and face the foot of the bed; eyes and face ahead, looking at the mirror.”
“Can we just get this over with?” I complained after I effortlessly released his shaft.
Taylor merely shrugged. “The door’s open Trista. You were the one who sought pleasure.” Meaning, you could get out if you wouldn’t follow simple instructions.
Inside, I was enraged, but still managed to throw him a spiteful stare. “Well, geez. You were already hard before I gave you a blowjob. It’s not like I’m the only one who needed it.”
That remark got to him. He barked out an evil laugh, like what I just told him tickled his fancy. “Who said I was hard for you? Do as I asked you or you can go back to your room frustrated.”
Yeah, Trista. You’re not the only woman around. Taylor doesn’t even find you attractive. Brunette, I was not.
He was right. He was probably hard for that little exotic, Sonia, for all I knew, and it made me feel like crap thinking that he might have been lusting for some other woman. Grudgingly, I followed his instructions—all fours and eyes on the mirror—watching him get on his knees with his proud cock a mast of sexuality in front of him. His hands only untied the left side of my bikini bottoms, but ignored the other one, so they limply hung on my hips, just loose enough to expose my moist condition. “Arch your back, lift your ass higher.”
He was now situated in between my legs as his eyes skimmed my exposed, glistening womanhood. His middle finger traced the outer slit, teasing it with a soft touch. My wetness seeped out of me as his feather soft strokes drove me to become desperate. The pad of his finger was now coated with my essence as it slid back and forth with a hypnotizing motion. “How badly do you need to be fucked?” Taylor asked, his eyes watching the mirror. He sounded like a bored science teacher who had asked the same question to thousands of students over the years.
The wanton part of me was awake and desperate for him. “Badly, no more teasing, please.” Taylor wasn’t doing anything other than the light brushing of his middle finger and it was pure, torture.
In the blink of an eye I was against his hard chest, still facing our reflections in the mirror. His eyes cruelly penetrated me as I watched him brush his lips against my left ear. “Next time, try to not to air our business with everyone. They didn’t know about what we’ve been doing, nor does Bass need to know about us being ‘fuck buddies’.” Taylor hissed at me. His eyes were like cold knives splitting me in two.
Bass was a blabber? “What did Bass say?”
“Bass didn’t say anything. I came back to get you, but I changed my mind after your nice announcement.”
Hell, he heard that? Well, it was the truth, but I knew I shouldn’t have said it so casually, especially when Bass was around. I suppose I did deserve his wrath. “It won’t happen again.” I promised.
The tip of his tongue grazed my ear. “Good,” he murmured as his left hand teased my nipple, twisting and pulling, while his tongue and lips worked their way down my neck. “I expect…” he trailed off as his other free hand ran in between the crack of my buttocks—finding its way to my throbbing core—before parting my wet folds; “…nothing less.”
A loud gasp came from me when he stuck two fingers inside my dripping canal. I was finally underst ood anding that Taylor loved multi-torture . , H h e was truly the master of it. My body fought the turbulent ache that was going in all directions, causing me to writhe and pant like an animal in heat. “Hurry,” I begged him with utmost desperation. I quickly growled when he released me from his ministrations.
“On your knees and elbows, Trista.”
Not a word of complaint was spoken by me as I positioned myself in accordance with his directions. My eyes watched as he stroked his cock, one hand spreading my ass cheeks. My pussy clenched and unclenched at the thought of taking his cock again. I was heated with anticipation and , I hungered for his domination.
“Ahhh,” I hissed back when I felt the large, fat tip of his shaft run over my parted slit. Taylor started to rub the full length of him against my wet, dripping mound, in no hurry to penetrate me. His hands gripped my ass as he did so. When I thought I was going to die from the exquisite feeling of him rubbing against me, I felt the tip of his cock slowly pierce my opening. He did it in such a way that I felt my muscles slowly expand to accommodate his size. After he got the head inside me, he pulled out—frustrating every fiber of my being—and thrust two fingers inside my core instead. “Taylor!” I screeched as my ass pushed harder against his hand, willing him to go deeper into me, begging for release.
Nothing mattered other than his possessive fingers. They were relentless, flicking and rubbing with such voracious intensity that it didn’t surprise me when I came hard and fast, instantly in need of more of those glorifying highs.
When Taylor pulled his fingers out, I expected for him to use his penis, but I was surprised when he just gave my ass a light smack. “There! Now you’ve had you’re orgasm. You can
go now.”
You have got to be joking! “What do you mean? You aren’t going to fuck me?”
He shook his head, suddenly looking bored. “Nope. My penis is not functioning properly today, sorry.”
Was he for real? His cock was a rigid purple. Monster was truly and undoubtedly functioning in my opinion. “Are you fucking kidding me? It’s fine from where I’m looking.”
Taylor sighed and got into his sheets before responding to me. “I don’t feel like fucking you, Trista. Maybe you can try again tonight or tomorrow.” He then had the audacity to close his eyes and feign sleep.
Mother fucking shit! That’s it!
“I’m not putting up with your megalomaniac self. This shit’s through!” Horrified from his pompous audacity, I stomped out of that room so fast that I felt light headed.
Chapter 17
Trista
The yacht anchored in Santorini just before a sunset, which cast a beautiful glow over the gorgeous city. There were a lot of yachts anchored around. Not close, but enough to be able to see them. Dimitris informed us that, most times, other yachts anchor next to another so they can party together. “I’m hosting one of those parties after Blasphemous wraps up. You guys should come. It’s a ton of fun.” Dimitris invited us as he sipped his red wine.
“You can count me in.” Taylor added with enthusiasm. The idiot hadn’t looked at me once tonight.
I was saddened that our sexual agreement was over, but, oh well, there were more fish in the Aegean Sea, right?
Bass eyed Emma. “Are you going? It’s going to be fun. I went last year and the year before, those times it was held in the South of France.”
She shook her head smiling, “I’m sure it is, but I can’t, I have school after Blasphemous. You guys carry on with your shenanigans.”
Both Lindsey and I chimed the same answer to Dimitris.
We dined al fresco with the chef’s seafood specialties, the food brought out by the three girls—Sonia, Katarina and Bridgette.
When the guys started discussing their own stuff, the three of us took the two-loveseat settees close to the dining table and enjoyed our wine there.
“Ugh, I got an email about the dorm renewal form today. I’m so sick of living there. Do you want to rent an apartment with me Em?” Lindsey asked, hopeful.
“Sure, let’s get a place that’s right on the beach. Is that okay?”
Ever since Amber left for New York, I spent most of my time with Emma and Lindsey. Back in the day, we would hang out every other day. In those times, Amber and I did our thing together. We were close, but we’re much closer now. Now that I’d bonded with these two, listening to them talk about getting a new place made me feel left out. “How about renting a house? Then Amber and I could move in with you guys.” I added, smiling. “Just as long as Lindsey stops waking me up, I mean.” Yeah, I hated how she tended to wake people up.
Lindsey squealed. “Shit! That’s perfect. Then I could watch Amber more closely and we could have house parties all weekend long. Oh, oh, I’ve got it. I’ll be back in a minute!” She took hold of her phone and left with it.
“She sure looked ecstatic to me,” Emma spoke over the rim of her wineglass. “Make sure you buy a lock so she can’t barge in your room. I’ve already planned to hit Home Depot once I get back home.”
Brilliant! That solves my problem. “Will do! Now, I have something to look forward to. This is going to be cray-cray. We should have a sign that says ‘Skankerettes not allowed’ to keep ‘em away.” We both laughed at the thought of that.
It took two minutes for Lindsey to return. “It’s all taken care of. We’re moving in to that house with the humungous windows in the kitchen that looks out over the shore.” Emma and I must have a big question mark on our foreheads because she started to explain herself. “I was on my laptop all afternoon looking for good places to rent once I read that email. Uncle promised to take care of it immediately. So, it’s pretty much a done deal.”
Emma cleared her throat. “Isn’t that house a block away from Carter’s?” she whispered.
“Yeah, but it’s not like he’s going to live there with us. It’s the perfect spot. We’re close to the strip so we could have access to do more things there. Besides, just think of all those muscular pieces of perfection jogging along the beach while we sip our coffees in the morning. If that doesn’t sound like heaven to you, then you’re a total lesbian.”
That sounded freaking perfect! “I’d love to enjoy my coffee with a dash of some sweaty, muscled specimens of masculinity to ogle.”
Emma threw a tiny piece of cheese at me. “You’re hopeless. Fine, fine, fine! Just promise me that if we ever get into arguments, we will all discuss it together. Not like we ever do have major issues, but it can get catty for some girls when they live in the same place. Just no talking shit behind each other’s backs, okay?”
“Promise.” I raised my glass at the two of them.
Lindsey did the same. “Yeah, that’s pretty common living with a bunch of girls, but we’re better than that. I trust you all with my life and that’s saying a lot.”
“Damn straight, Doll. I heart to heart your sentiment because I feel the same.” I raised my glass again and blew them both kisses.
***
A slick speedboat took all six of us to shore to enjoy the nightlife Santorini had to offer. First we hit one of the beach bars on Kamari. Golden skin lurked everywhere; drinks flowed constantly, hot women wearing barely anything danced like it was the end of the world and most of all sexy, rich, playboys lurked about.
Dimitris had explained earlier that this was how summer was in Europe. From Spain, France, and Italy to Greece, parties such as these scattered from the Mediterranean Sea to the Aegean Sea all summer long.
Dimitris had secured us a VIP spot in one of the clubs before we arrived. When we decided to head towards the club, not one of us was sober. Yep, we were rolling drunk. “Tris! Look! They’ve got poles to stretch those lovely gams of yours!” Lindsey was dancing on her seat as she pointed enthusiastically to the two poles across from us. “Oh, please, God! You and Emma do it, pwees please !”
Amber, Emma and I had taken pole dance and burlesque classes the previous year, but ended up quitting for no apparent reason. It took me three, two-hour classes to get on that metal pole. Boy, one would think my skinny body could easily climb the metal stick, but heck, I lost count of how many times I slid off that thing. Emma and Amber were pretty good at it, though.
Emma winked at me. “I’m not that drunk, yet, maybe later.” She laughed at Bass’s expression. The man looked like he was going to go ape-shit, but Emma could handle him. “You got dollar bills, baby?”
Or not.
The rest of us hollered at Bass Cole’s ‘what the fuck did you just say?’ look he gave Emma, “You wouldn’t dare! You’re going to get spankings for being naughty.” Although , , that didn’t seem to faze her.
She batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a bright smile. “I might just dare it, Mister Cole.” Emma taunted him while the man simply just smoldered. I bet that kinky imagination of his was working overtime in that handsome head.
Yeah, sizzle-dizzle, these two had it in spades.
We suddenly became silent when one of the club managers came over to our table, addressing Bass and Dimitris. “There are twenty girls who want to take pictures and won’t leave until they see me ask. Is that quite possible, Mr. Cole and Mr. Kosta?” The British man pointed at the big line of women who were only blocked by a thick velvet rope. I suppose the Europeans were familiar with Dimitris, but there were a bunch of Americans that were starting to scream Bass’s name when Bass looked toward the line, a line that seemed to be getting longer as the time ticked by.
“That’s fine. Give us a five minutes.” Both actors agreed to please their fans.
Lindsey stood up and took two champagne bottles. She then addressed my ex-sex stud. “Taylor, I hope you have enough moves to please three insatiabl
e ladies.”
Dimitris stood up dramatically and pulled Lindsey close to him, the glow in the dark blue eyes was possessive. “Stay with me, moro mou. I want you close. This will be quick.”
Lindsey cocked her head at him with a weird expression on her face. “Uh, you want me to take pictures with your fans, too? People might think I’m the celebrity and you’re my butt boy.”
He gave a hearty laugh before he kissed her. “I do not care about petty things such as that. Ne, moro mou?”
Lindsey looked bored and rolled her eyes. “See this? Two days and he’s addicted to me already! Fine, okay? I don’t want you to run out of air when I’m not around.” She handed Emma and I the champagne bottles. “Here, you two go and dance the night away.” She patted both of our asses butts to see us off.
Bass amorously glanced at Emma. “You can stay too, Em.”
My friend just gave him a little wave as she stood up. “Bass, I’m not going to dance with another guy except for Taylor. I’m not giving anyone a lap dance and I won’t dry hump anyone. Sit tight, I’m going to be a good girl.”
The golden boy look exasperated, provoked. “Hell, woman. If you hadn’t worn such a short skirt, I wouldn’t be paranoid. I don’t know why you find it funny to taunt me.”
Emma giggled and pointed at his discomfited state. “This is why babe. Now, be the charming Hollywood heartthrob that everyone wants to take pictures with. See you later, lovah.”
We left with Taylor right behind us. We were halfway across the dance floor when a woman grabbed Taylor, and within a second, he was gone.
Okay, he can go fuck off.
“You guys are fighting again? I can’t believe you let your monster boss go,” Emma said close to my ear, as the music thumped loudly around us.
Who cares? “It’s blah. It’s not like he’s the love of my life. It was a good ride, but it’s not that big of a deal. Time to shake it and finish these bottles off. Then we can head over to the dancers, borrow short-shorts then bust some moves on the pole.”