by Anthology
Chaise laughed and shook her head. “I’m definitely ready for a dip in the ocean. Get those clothes off, and put your swimming shorts on.”
“I love when you get demanding. Tell me to undress again.”
She peeled her shirt off, slowly pulling it over her head. “Colton. Get naked. Now.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. I expect you to say that again later tonight.”
She shimmied her shorts and panties down her legs and let them fall into a heap at her feet. She stepped out of them slowly and kept her eyes locked on him. “Colton, you’re not naked yet. If you want this,” she replied teasingly and squeezed her breasts together with her upper arms, “you have to get naked right now.”
“Fuck swimming. We’re staying in.”
“No, we’re not!” She pulled her bikini bottoms on before grabbing her top. “Tie me.”
His fingers trailed down her skin, lighting her on fire as they went, but she refused to give in to his kind of torture tactics. She held her breath as he pulled the strings together and intentionally took his time tying them. “I promise my surges will make you feel better than the waves will.”
“You don’t play fair,” she complained.
“Never claimed to.” His lips touched the skin on the back of her neck, and she naturally leaned backward into his embrace. His hands snaked around her, lightly brushing against her skin along her ribcage until they met in the middle, while he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
“No, Colton!” She jumped out of his arms and took a couple of steps away. “Once we start, we’ll never leave this room again. We’re getting in the water. Come on.”
“Okay,” he agreed. A little too easily. “We’ll get in the water.” Within a few seconds, he’d shed his clothes and pulled his swimming trunks on. With a playful grin, he took her hand in his. “Let’s go get wet, Chaise.”
They walked across the hot sand and straight into the warm waters of the Gulf. When they reached chest-deep water, Colt pulled Chaise into his arms. One hand slid down her leg until he lifted it. She immediately lifted the other one and locked them around his waist, her arms around his neck, and their mouths fused together. Feeling his length growing between them, she tilted her hips to rub her core against it.
Within seconds, he’d freed his cock from his shorts and slid his fingers to her bikini bottoms. He slid the small patch of fabric to the side and pushed his fingers deep inside her. He moved his hand rapidly in and out. She tilted her head back, the inner walls of her pussy tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close.
“Ow! Shit! Fuck! Goddammit!” Colton yelled and began squirming.
“What’s wrong?”
“Something fucking stung me right on my dick. We’re getting the fuck out of the water now.” Colt adjusted his shorts and started moving through the water toward the shore.
Chaise looked down into the water and tried to withhold her laugh. “Look, honey, there are all kinds of little blobs around us. I think it’s parts of jellyfish.”
“No fucking wonder it stings. That’s it for ocean sex.”
“Take me to the room, and I’ll make it all better.”
“Later. When the stinging stops. Let’s go shower and grab something to eat.”
Hiding her smile, Chaise placed her head on his shoulder and let him carry her back to the shore. She noticed he kept adjusting himself as they walked back to their private cottage. “Are you okay, babe?”
“Yeah. But I still feel jellyfish tentacles on me.”
“You don’t have tentacles on your testicles. You’re fine.”
“You won’t say that when my dick falls off in the shower. Right in my damn hand.”
* * *
After an uneventful shower, Chaise and Colton ventured out to the more populated areas for a late lunch and shopping before returning to their secluded getaway. Settled in and relaxed, they snuggled together on a large, round lounger covered by a canopy, just off of their patio. “Maybe we can try again now,” Colton murmured against her neck.
“Right here?” Chaise’s eyes grew wide and darted back and forth between his.
“There’s no one around, babe. It’s just you and me.”
He moved to cover her body with his, to claim her mouth, and to finish what they’d started in the ocean. His erection pushed against the denim of his shorts, and he pressed it into her heated core with each lunge forward. The friction of their clothes between them only drove the anticipation higher. Her legs parted wider, his hands roamed along her body before unfastening her shorts, and he was more than ready to dive deep inside her.
“Howdy, neighbor.” A man’s voice with a deep Southern drawl interrupted their impromptu make-out session. “It’s a beautiful day, ain’t it? We thought we’d go ahead and get the fire pit ready for tonight. Roast some weenies and marshmallows, sing a few songs. Y’all game?”
Colton raised his head and gazed deeply into Chaise’s eyes. “Son of a bitch,” he whispered, trying to keep his anger under control.
With his cock still at full-staff, he couldn’t roll off Chaise without revealing his current state. With the man speaking directly to them, he couldn’t very well stay on top of her and carry on a conversation either. He felt Chaise push him to the side, so he reluctantly rolled off her. He was relieved when she followed him and rolled onto her side, hooking her leg over him to help hide his state of arousal.
“Maybe later. We’ll have to see. We honestly came here to spend some time alone because our lives have been so hectic,” Colton replied.
“Man, I hear ya. I own my own business, and it keeps me running.”
Not wanting to keep the conversation going any longer than necessary, Colt replied as vaguely as he could. “So you understand.”
“I definitely understand. My lawn-mowing business is crazy busy. Especially down here where it never gets cold enough for grass to stop growing. Lawns need maintenance care. Landscaping needs new mulch. Always something to do. Oh, I’m Tim, by the way.” He stepped more into their space to extend his hand to Colt.
Withholding a groan, Colt sat up and shook the man’s hand. “Colt. Chaise.” Tim is obviously an idiot, Colt decided.
“Well, I’ll let you two get back to it then. See y’all later.”
“Inside, woman. Right now. It’s time to barricade the doors, draw all the shades, and have you all to myself. No damn jellyfish stings. No intruding, rude-ass strangers. Just you, me, the bed, and several other places over the course of the night.”
“You know I love it when you get bossy like that.”
“Come on, I’ll show you bossy.”
After locking every door, closing all the blinds, and setting the mood music to drown out any outside sounds, Colt led Chaise to the bedroom. “Finally. No interruptions. If anyone knocks on the door, we’ll just ignore them. If they won’t go away, I’ll shoot them. Let the damn house burn down around us, I don’t care. This is our time.”
“You’re overdressed for our date.”
“So are you. But I can fix that right now.”
Colton grabbed his bag of special tricks while Chaise undressed and positioned herself on the bed.
“Uh, babe? I’m not sure how sturdy this bed is.” She scrunched her face up in concern as she tested the vintage bed. The wrought-iron headboard was beautiful, but the entire structure felt a little too shaky when she moved.
He grabbed the iron post of the footboard and shook the bed. “It’s fine. It’s just old and feels different than our bed.”
After quickly shedding his clothes, he climbed on the bed with her and began removing items from his arsenal. With each item, Chaise’s eyes grew wider and so did her smile. “You have been prepping for this.”
“Damn straight. Hope our friendly neighbors don’t need much sleep tonight.” He waggled his eyebrows and picked up the Duotone balls first. “I want to try these on you.”
“What are they?”
“They’r
e like Ben Wa balls, but these have smaller balls inside that roll around when you move. They’re supposed to increase sensations and stimulation. This string just makes it easier to remove them. Let’s see if they work while I work on you.”
“Death by orgasm. Sounds like heaven.”
Using the lubricant he’d bought with the toy, Colt gently pushed the pleasure balls into her pussy. With a devilish smirk, he settled between her legs and covered her clit with his mouth. The sensation made her back involuntarily arch in pleasure, and she cried out to him.
“Baby, you feel so good,” she moaned. When he pushed his finger inside her, her fingers gripped his short, blond hair and held on tightly. His second finger, in addition to the feel of his mouth on her and the Duotone balls inside her, was all it took to push her over the edge. “Oh fuck, Colton!”
“I’m going to fuck you with these balls inside your sweet pussy,” Colt stated resolutely. “If it hurts at all, tell me and I’ll stop immediately.”
“Okay,” she nodded, her excitement obvious.
Unsure of how she would like the feel of both his cock and the balls inside her, Colt pushed into her slowly at first. Her body adjusted to accept his size, and she soon began moving in time with him. Knowing she wasn’t in pain gave him the push he needed, and his thrusts became more forceful. The more his cock glided across the balls and the more her inner muscles clenched him, the more he had to hold back to make it last longer.
The room grew hotter and hotter, their bodies became slick with sweat, and Chaise drew nearer and nearer to an earth-shattering climax. She gripped his back with her fingers, her nails digging in as he brought her body closer and closer to ecstasy. With his restraint tested to the limits, he surged into her with reckless abandon, and she screamed loudly in pleasure as her orgasm tore through her.
A split second later, her grip slipped off of his back slick with sweat, and her fisted hand flew toward her face, connecting directly with her eye. In the midst of screaming his name in desire, she shouted curses in pain. “Oh my God, Colton! Oh, God! Fuck, that hurt! Shit! Oooooowww!”
“Are you okay, babe?” He unsuccessfully tried to hide his chuckle.
“Yeah. Damn, that hurt.” She laughed at herself. “Rough sex souvenir.”
“Lucky for you, we’re not finished. Turn over and get on your knees for me.”
Eagerly doing as he asked, she turned over and waited on all fours. He pushed inside her, gripping her hips with his fingers, and slammed into her repeatedly. Working up to his own release, his head dropped back and he tuned out everything else except the exquisite feel of her pussy clenched around his cock.
The unexpected cold, wet intrusion in the crack of his ass made him immediately jump to his feet without conscious thought. There behind him, on the bed, stood Harper, the gender-confused black Lab overgrown puppy. Her mouth was parted, her tongue hanging out, and she genuinely seemed to be smiling at him. “What the fuck? How’d you get in here?”
“What?” Chaise turned her head and locked eyes with the dog. “What? How? I don’t understand.”
Colt jumped down, grabbed Harper’s collar, and led her to the carport door. “The damn doggie door wasn’t locked. She just came in on her own.”
He rejoined Chaise on the bed. “Now, where were we?” His fingers glided up her legs to her pussy, where the string from the balls hung. Giving it a light tug, he tried to remove them. But they wouldn’t budge.
“Relax, babe.”
“I am relaxed.”
He pulled again. But they wouldn’t move. “Lie down on your stomach for me.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, giving him a dubious look, but lay flat on her stomach just the same. With another pull, he felt them shift slightly, but he still couldn’t remove them without pulling harder and possibly hurting his wife.
“Colt. What the hell is going on?”
“They won’t come out.”
“What? What do you mean they won’t come out?”
“I mean, they won’t come out. They’re stuck.”
She buried her face in the pillow and shouted obscenities into it. “You have to get them out, Colt. I refuse to go to the emergency room with Ben Wa balls in my hoo-ha and become the poster child of the hospital for a safe-sex campaign.”
“They’re not Ben Wa. They’re Duotone.”
“I don’t care. I do not care. Do you hear me? Get them out.”
“I’ll try more lube. Hang on a second.” He searched for the lubricant he’d used to insert them, but he couldn’t find the tube. “Shit. Just give me a minute. I’ll open the other bottle. I can’t find the one I used a few minutes ago.”
After rattling around in his bag, he pulled out another tube and squirted a generous amount on his fingertips. Gently inserting his fingers inside her, he coated her insides with the slick substance, making sure to cover the balls as well. He gently tugged on the string but with no luck. Giving it a harder tug proved even less helpful, as the string broke in his hand.
“Oh, shit,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.
“Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” she screamed.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m on fire! Holy shit, what did you do?” Chaise jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, her hands cupping her sex as she ran, yelling curse words every step of the way. “What the hell kind of lube is that?”
Colt’s jaw fell slack, and he picked up the bottle. “Wickedly ultra-warming lube with ultra-wicked sensations” was the tag line he’d failed to read before he so generously applied it. “Just everyday, normal lube, babe. You must have sensitive skin.”
“The hell you say,” she yelled from the bathroom, over the rush of water flowing into the tub. After several minutes of soaking in the tub, she rejoined him in the bedroom and pitched the Duotone balls at him. “Seems like the string was longer when you first showed them to me.”
“It may have snapped in two when I pulled on it too hard.”
“Uh-huh. Let’s see that bottle of lube now.”
“I lost it.”
“Both bottles?”
“Yep,” he lied. “Ready to finish now?”
Her stare bored holes into him at first, but she finally relented, remembering the reason why they arranged the getaway in the first place. “Okay, but no more toys. No more lube made by the habanero farmers. No more public, indecent-exposure sexcapades. Just you, me, and the bed. At this point, I’m even afraid of trying shower sex.”
“You can be on top and in control. I’ll just lie here and please you.”
“Deal.”
After a repeat of the foreplay, without the added toys, Chaise straddled Colt and eased herself onto his cock until he was fully inside her. She began rocking her hips, moving them up and down, and relishing in the sensations as he thrust his hips upward to meet hers. With the recent events forgotten, they once again moved rapidly in tandem and became lost in their passion-fueled frenzy. Colt grabbed the wrought-iron headboard in an attempt to stop it from banging against the wall as Chaise continued to ride him, milking every last drop from him.
“Babe.” Colt hated to interrupt her bliss, especially with the beautiful expression of complete satisfaction on her face and her head thrown back in fervor. But he had to tell her.
As if on cue, the corner of the bed frame broke the moment he started to warn her about the headboard banging against the wall. With both of his hands holding the headboard up, he could only watch as Chaise toppled over with the momentum of the mattresses suddenly falling to the side. He released the headboard, but he was too late to stop her as she fell headfirst into the nightstand. After hitting her forehead on the corner of the table, she landed on the hard floor in a complete daze.
Her stunned expression, coupled with her naked body lying on the floor, nursing a quickly growing bump on her forehead, pushed Colt into action. He jumped out of the broken bed and scooped her up in his arms. “Baby, are you okay?”
“Yea
h. That hurt like hell, though.” She began to laugh hysterically when her gaze landed on the bed. “I’m kind of proud of that, in a strange way.”
Colton began to laugh along with her and kissed the throbbing knot on her forehead. “I’m kind of proud of my wife, too. I can’t wait to tell the guys this story. Well, part of it anyway.”
She smacked his chest playfully. “Leave out the part where I hit my head.”
“Oh no, I’m sharing that part. I’ll just add that it didn’t stop you in the least bit.”
After he checked her head to make sure she was really okay, they took a quick shower and Colt fixed the bed. “No big deal. The screw just came loose from the frame.”
“Colton, I know we have this place for the next several days, but I think I’d really like to go home tomorrow.”
“I’m so fucking glad you said that. I don’t know if we’ll survive another night here. Don’t worry, we’ll still have four days alone at home. No one has to know we’re back.”
“That sounds like the perfect getaway to me. No more adventures for a while!”
“The only adventure I want is to plan our revenge against Liz for sending us here in the first place,” Colton deadpanned. “I think she’s about to win an all-expense paid vacation to a place of our choice, with activities hand-picked just for her, and every moment captured on video for our amusement.”
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The End
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A.D. Justice is the best selling author of the Steele Security Series (Wicked Games, Wicked Ties, and the upcoming Wicked Nights), the Crazy Series (Crazy Maybe, Crazy Baby), and the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom's Lesson).
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