by Pamela Ann
I. Am. Fucked.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dimitris,” I murmured, not meeting his eyes because I was so intimidated by him. Who wouldn’t be? I had just barely recovered from my shocking encounter with Bass and now this!
“I will leave you two young people to talk. I’m sure you both have a lot to discuss,” Ross excused herself and joined some others across the room.
I had to leave and sit somewhere. Maybe I should have just blurted out, “later dude.” Instead, I tried to compose myself. “I’m going to go to the buffet and get something to eat. I’ll see you around, Dimitris.”
He moved next to me and placed his hand on the small of my back. “Let’s go get you some food. Greek food is the best. You’ll love it.” I’m sure I will.
Once we got to the buffet, Dimitris pointed and explained the dishes. I noted that he was quite passionate about Greek food and his heritage. He was amiable and easy to converse with. He took charge, loading our plates with spanakopita, kalamarakia— which was calamari, but a bit harder to roll with the tongue—salad and some other stuff I didn’t catch. He then loaded desserts on two plates; baklava, loukoumades, halva, finikia and amygdalota. My stomach growled when I got a whiff of the sweet smelling dessert pile.
Both of our hands were full with two plates each. Much to my surprise, Dimitris didn’t head towards the tables where everyone was chatting. Instead, he walked out the main entrance towards a grassy hill-top that overlooked the sea and found us a spot where we could sit and eat.
“How do you like Greece so far?” the Greek man who sat before me asked with a winning smile.
“It’s great so far. I’ll let you know once I have explored more of it.” I took one flaky spanakopita and savored every bite. Delicious, I thought with satisfaction.
“I’ll show you my country. You’ll love it.” A soft breeze passed through us and I noticed how the ends of his hair curled around his eyes. When he looked at me, I noticed how clear they were.
“Your eyes, they’re very unusual, like crystals. I’ve never seen blue eyes like that. It’s very distracting,” I remarked out loud.
“I could say the same about your eyes, Emma, but I would be lying because I find the whole package distracting.” Dimitris’s eyes studied me and lingered on my cleavage.
Huh. How long did that playboy side of his take to come out? Fifteen minutes, tops? “Well, I suggest you become accustomed to it. You and I will be spending a lot of time together.”
Dimitris brushed the crumbs off his fingers and laughed. “Yes, you and I have two good naked scenes, no? How long have you been an actress?” I was entirely new to this. Would he still take me seriously if I told him I was an amateur?
I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “Actually, this is my first role in a movie. I’m overwhelmed to be honest.”
That definitely intrigued him. “A virgin actress! How exciting. We’re going to have fun.” Hmm, right. Don’t think so.
We had just finished eating and I was about to burst out of my dress. The food was totally delicious. I was already looking forward to our dinner tonight.
Dimitris looked at the scenery as did I. It was really beautiful here. “I have a party tonight in Athens. Will you come?”
I wiped my mouth with a napkin before responding, “Sure. What time?”
Dimitris gave me a dazzling smile. “I plan to leave after dinner. I will meet you back here at the villa, say at ten tonight? I have to speak to Martin about something important.”
Partying in Athens? How far was that from here? “Okay, I’ll see you then.” We both got up and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before strolling back inside.
I walked back to the cottage and was surprised to find Bass. He was alone, out on the patio, enjoying a beer and lounging in only a pair of surfer shorts. Where was Alexia?
He strode back inside when he heard me. “Where did you go?”
I looked at him strangely. Why was he talking to me? Especially after the shitty welcome I got from him.
“Why?”
Bass frowned at my question. “I was worried.”
I snapped. “Well, don’t. You can go ahead and keep screwing Alexia. I’m going to take a nap. Oh, and please stop making her scream like she’s getting murdered because I might just murder you both if you interrupt my sleep.”
“I sent her home.”
What? “Why would you do that?”
“You’re here. We’re sharing a house together. I don’t want to offend you. I apologize for my attitude earlier. You just caught me by surprise. I didn’t expect you to be just standing there, listening while I had sex with another woman.”
I folded my arms and glared at him. “I wasn’t listening on purpose, Bass. Hell, I bet the entire island heard her scream. I honestly don’t care about your sex life.” I harrumphed and turned around to leave, but he caught my arm.
“Let me make it up to you then. I’ll make dinner tonight and we can dine outside on the patio.” Bass’s lazy, dimpled smile surfaced. That caught me off guard. I used to drool over his stupid smile and now… I still did… but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing.
“I’m going out tonight. I got invited to a party.”
His hold tightened on me. “Party? Where?”
I gave him a bright smile. “With Dimitris Kosta… in Athens.”
Bass let go of my arm and cussed. “You barely just got here and you’re already going on a date? Are you fucking kidding me?” Nope.
“See you later, Bass.” With a quick wave, I left him there. I walked to my bedroom and took a nap.
Forget Bass and his stupid beautiful eyes… and his stupid smile, too.
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“I do not believe this! Go change, Emma!”
That’s not going to happen, buddy. “You wish.” When I had come out of the bedroom to call for a ride to pick me up, Bass was waiting for me in the living room.
Bass’s eyes raked all over my body and I flushed from his scrutiny. “Your skirt is indecent, your top is too revealing and those fuck-me heels need to go.”
My fingertips touched the end of my short skirt. “It’s not that revealing. I’ll be okay as long as I don’t bend over.” I was having such a ball at making his blood boil. Before he could muster a response, a knock came at the door. “That must me my ride. Have a good night, Bass.” I sauntered past him and went out.
Before I managed to close the door I heard him yell, “Fuck!” I smiled at his frustration.
Jealousy was a bitch.
When I got to the villa, Dimitris was waiting on me, looking hotter than ever. “You look perfect, Emma.” His light eyes were shining in the dark as he admired me. I murmured my thanks, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“There’s been a change of plans. I hope you don’t mind, but I want to take you to dinner then we’ll head out to the party afterwards.”
“Sure, I would love to see more of Athens. I can’t wait.” I gave him a great big smile before he ushered us to the waiting car.
“Sas efharisto, Emma.” Thank you.
Since he never mentioned how we would manage to get off this island, I was a little apprehensive when we got to a small air strip where a black helicopter was parked. I was maybe thinking along the lines of a speed boat...
Once he thanked the driver, the golf cart drove off. I stood there, eyeing the daunting black thing. “Um, where’s the pilot?” I didn’t see anyone out here other than us.
Dimitris just gave me an amused smile. “I am the pilot. Come on, beautiful Aphrodite, your chariot awaits.” Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty and pleasure.
I swallowed. No way. “I don’t know. I, uh, I’ve never been in a helicopter before.” I didn’t plan on dying tonight either.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. Let’s go.” Oh, fuck it.
Once we were seated inside the cockpit, he turned and flicked a lot of switches on. I had a hard time keeping up. As he handed me a headset, I l
ooked at him, deadpanned. “How long have you been doing this?”
His light blue eyes glowed. “Ever since I was twenty, five years ago.” He touched my jaw and our eyes locked together. “Just trust me; I will not disappoint you, Aphrodite.”
I smiled a tad hesitantly. “Just try not to get us killed. I would very much appreciate it.”
With a throaty laugh, he turned on the rotors and swiftly lifted us up in the air. Scaredy cat that I was, I sat still and prayed for a safe landing with my eyes closed. About twenty minutes into the ride, Dimitris spoke.
“Emma, watch as we fly over Athens, it’s a magnificent sight to see from up here,” Dimitris’s sexy accented drawl came through the headset.
Men and their sexy accents. It was hard to resist ignoring them when they started talking, especially when they were as good looking as Dimitris.
Sure enough, when I opened my eyes, the glittering lights of Athens below us sparkled in the black of the night. They were beautiful. It sort of reminded me of the view at Bass’s house. Of course, Athens was much more fascinating than the view of Los Angeles. I realized that this had been the first time I’d even thought of Bass since Dimitris and I had left.
About ten minutes later, Dimitris landed on a helipad of a tall building. Apparently, he owned the entire building. The top two floors were used as his apartment and the ‘party’ was on the third floor. We ate our meal that his chef prepared–an authentic Greek meal just as he had promised–in his apartment.
After dinner we headed a floor down to join the party, I was surprised that the loud music didn’t reach upstairs. His soiree had a club atmosphere and it had a breathtaking view of Athens.
I only had a glass of wine upstairs during dinner, but when his friends welcomed me and shoved shots of ouzo my way, I couldn’t say no. Did I fail to mention that Dimitris was the perfect gentleman? He was awesome. We danced all night.
At around two-thirty, he pulled me aside. “Do you want to stay the night here with me or do you want my pilot to fly you back?”
We were both obviously drunk and I appreciated that he was offering to have his pilot fly me back instead of him, but did I want to fly back? Bass would probably be asleep by now. “I would love to go back to the island. It’s been a lovely night, but I want to sleep in my room, if you don’t mind.”
Dimitris arranged his pilot to fly me back. On the helipad, he gathered me in his arms and gave my lips a chaste kiss, the taste of ouzo on his lips. “I will be seeing you very soon, Aphrodite. Have a safe flight.”
I gave him another quick wave before I jumped inside the deathtrap. Since I was drunk, I wasn’t scared of flying back to the island. A driver was waiting for me when we landed and took me back to my cottage. I happily waved at the driver and walked slowly to the door.
I opened my purse and searched clumsily for my key, but before I could even find it, the front door was yanked open by an intimidating Bass. “You’re drunk!”
Really? I hadn’t noticed. “Ah, Bass-hole, how are we doing tonight?” I shoved past him and went straight to the kitchen to get some water. The entire house was dark, except for the moonlight shining through the windows.
“Why are you home so late, Emma?”
I chugged the entire glass of water then slammed it down on the counter. I spun around and faced him. “The green-eyed monster got you, baby? You should be happy that I didn’t say yes to Dimitris’ offer to stay the night with him.” I walked towards him, brazen and so full of energy, and cupped his balls. Bass was momentarily shocked from my attitude. “Does jealousy eat you alive?” I squeezed his manhood a little bit tighter. “How much do you want me, hotshot?” His eyes darkened and he looked downright wicked.
Bass gave me a devilish grin, picked me up and swiftly carried me to my bedroom. He got us inside in a heartbeat. He put me down onto my stomach on the floor and ordered, “Don’t move. Let me do everything.”
I like this Bossy Bass, I excitedly mused.
“Lift your arms.” I did as I was told. Bass slowly took off my clothes, leaving me in my skimpy thong. His forefinger traced a path from my neck to the base of my spine. He pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck and began a trail of kisses down my back. He knelt down and slowly slid my underwear off then resumed his trail of soft kisses. When he got to the crevice of my butt he stuck his tongue out and I tensed. Whoa, there!
“Step aside and bend over with your hands touching your toes.”
Ummm, What?! I was a bit skeptical but still followed his commands, bending over with my ass up in the air while I clutched my toes as if my life depended on it.
From the base of my butt’s crevice, his thumb slowly glided down until it reached my sensitized area. I gasped when his thumb grazed by my anus. It went further until he reached my pussy and jabbed his thumb inside me. I gasped in shock.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Emma?” he asked while his ministrations became frenzied. I moaned. FUCK. YES!
I closed my eyes and savored the heavy pounding of my heart and the throbbing of my pussy as he became relentless. I wanted more…
He pulled out his thumb and inserted it in my anus. I tensed, but before I could manage to protest, he stuck another finger inside my vagina. Ah, shit! His finger was twirling and sliding in and out of me. He was taking some of my juices and slathering them along my labia.
“Do you want more?” Bass rasped out.
Did I want more? Was he loco? I wouldn’t be in this bent over position if I didn’t! “As much as you can give me,” I implored.
Bass pulled out his fingers. I sighed when he lifted me up and carefully placed me on the edge of the bed. He knelt before me and slid the lower half of my body a tad off the bed. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at him. My carnal body was fervent for him, aching for him to touch me.
Spreading me wide open, he folded my legs and looked at me. “Hold onto your legs. Don’t let go until I tell you to, understand?” Bass asked as he pressed both of his hands on my inner thighs and pushed them open further. When had I become so flexible? The sides of my folded legs were touching the bed, all wide and all accessible to him.
Anything you ask, I’ll do. “I won’t let go until you tell me to.”
The wicked smile of his resurfaced again. “Good girl, Emma.”
Just the look of Bass in this licentious state gave me a euphoric high. If I thought he looked like a badass sex-god before, I was much more blown away with the wicked Bass before me. It was the light and the dark side of him meshed together.
Bass pulled something out of his pocket and opened a tiny can of Altoids, the sugar-free kind. Ah, why did he need breath mints?
He popped six tiny, blue squares in his mouth and placed the rest next to me. His azure eyes glittered before me as he focused on my exposed genitalia. I watched as he puckered his lips and slowly blew his minty breath on my pussy all the way down to my anal hole and then back up again. I shivered, holy awesomesauce!
The tip of his minty tongue ran through my pussy with one quick swipe. The minty feel made my labia tingle like it was on fire. I clenched my vaginal muscles. I was trying to control my body because it was on the verge of combusting from the thrill and anticipation of Bass’s ravaging tongue.
He reached out and took two more Altoids and inserted them inside me. His hot tongue followed suit. I yelped. All the minty/fiery/cool/wet sensations and the ministrations of his tongue made me lose control. I lifted my hips off the bed, wanting him to keep going, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. Bass focused on my nub and started to slowly nip the sides of my wet folds.
“Bassss!” I screamed when he inserted his middle and forefinger inside my pussy and his thumb in my back door entrance. Anal foreplay was something I had never experienced; it was a taboo and I never thought it would play a part during sex, but Bass proved me wrong.
His finger fucking of my vagina was another thing. He didn’t move it in and out of me, but instead, he hooked
his fingers like a grapnel, and zeroed in on my g-spot. Bass was abso-fucking-lutely relentless in working over my body; his thumb stuck inside my other hole, his teeth biting in between the twisting and flickering of his tongue on my clit and his finger hooked in my pussy were all making me tremble violently.
I was a fucking shipwreck; sinking further down and drowning from all the shocking tremors that were vibrating through my body in waves. The more I thrashed and moaned, the more Bass became feral, unleashing those teeth of his, biting me.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any crazier, he pulled out his thumb and used his free middle finger to trace my pussy juice down to my ass. Sliding it down, wetting it before he stuck his middle finger in my anal entrance. I bellowed when he started it all over again. It didn’t take long before my orgasm rocked me over and over and over again. Back to back to back, the crazy multiple orgasms made me see stars.
“Bass, please, stop. I can’t take it anymore. I want you in my mouth,” I begged and sobbed at the same time because he wasn’t letting up. I didn’t know if I could handle another round of orgasms. I was already dying; the next batch would surely put me six-feet under.
When Bass finally came away from my mound and ass, his lips were cherry red, my wetness glistening on his mouth and chin. His smile was devious. From the top slit of my lower lips. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked me going upwards; past my navel, the valley of my breasts, my chest, my neck and stopped on the tip of my chin. I gasped when I felt his hot tongue trace my lips in such a slow, sweet, lingering motion. I was praying for him to kiss me, but he gave me a kiss on the tip of my nose instead. What? There is no way we were done here! I wanted to touch that fat monster of his. I’d been dying to since I saw him naked the night we swam.
I reached down to unbuckle his jeans, but he moved sideways. “No, don’t do this,” I begged. How could he not want to finish this after what just happened between us?
He stared at me, eyes flicking back and forth. “Be with me, Emma,” Bass rasped out.