by Chanta Rand
They danced together for almost an hour. Finally, the combination of rum and physical contact was too much for him to handle. He was horny as hell. Alexa gave him a knowing look. He knew she could feel his hard arousal each time she rubbed up against him.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested.
She gave him a throaty laugh. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Before they could leave, Conrad appeared out of nowhere. He had the audacity to ask, “May I cut in?”
Tristan opened his mouth, prepared to say, Hell No! But Alexa stepped in and saved the man from a serious ass chewing.
“Sorry, Mr. Conrad,” she told him. “We were just leaving.”
“Oh, what a shame,” he smiled politely. “Maybe next time.”
Tristan put his arm protectively around Alexa before walking off. “Yeah, maybe.”
* * *
He didn’t know how they made it to their suite. One minute, Alexa was slow grinding against him, erotically swaying to the music. The next, they were fumbling with the room card, hastily unlocking the room door. The room’s patio windows were open, and the ocean breeze flowed into the room, wrapping them in a blanket of warm air. The full moon spilled in, casting a yellow glow across everything. He swept Alexa into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bedroom. Then he gently sat her on her feet and held her at arm’s length, appraising her lovely body.
“Have I told you how fine you look in that dress?”
She smiled. “Only about six or seven times.”
He returned her smile. “You know what I like best about this dress?”
“What?”
“The fact that I get to take it off.”
For answer, Alexa pressed her lips against his, capturing his lower lip with her teeth. She nibbled and teased his mouth before finally slipping her tongue inside. Her mouth tasted like sweet rum. When she withdrew, she whispered against his lips. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for, Tristan Rexford?”
“Yeah. Strip for me, baby.”
Alexa seductively unzipped the long zipper along the side of her dress. The sound resonated loudly in the quiet room, whetting his appetite for her. She slithered out of the shimmering white garment and put her hands on her hips. “Your turn,” she ordered.
In seconds, he shrugged his shirt off like a second skin. But when he tried to unzip his trousers, Alexa placed a hand on top of his. “Allow me,” she said. Instead of undressing him, she began kissing his neck. Her gentle nibbling became more intense as she pressed erotic kisses along his throat. When her hot tongue flicked inside his ear, he almost came inside his pants. He heard a low moan escape his lips as Alexa moved her exploration further south, licking the flat nipples on his chest. He was torn between closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling and watching her as she tenderly kissed and suckled him. To add fuel to the fire, she finally unzipped his pants and began stroking him.
“Ooh, there you are,” she purred as his arousal grew thick and hard in her hand. “I see you’re ready for me.” Her tiny fingers massaged the hardness between his legs with a pulsating rhythm that made him groan out loud.
“Oh Alexa,” he croaked. His lips could barely form words; he was so caught up in what she was doing to him.
“You like that?” she murmured, the warm breath from her soft lips brushing against him.
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
She dipped lower, trailing wet kisses along his abdomen and finally, she replaced her fingers with her lips. She kissed the tip of his erection and then began slowly licking it, like a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Her tongue did an erotic dance, stroking him with a slow, enticing pace.
“Damn, Alexa,” he moaned. Unconsciously, his fingers threaded themselves through her thick hair. He knew where she was headed and if he didn’t stop her, he was going to explode for damn sure.
When she sank to the carpet on her knees and took him into her warm, wet mouth, he thought he’d died and gone to Heaven. He fought hard to restrain himself as he watched that part of his anatomy disappear into her mouth over and over again. His guttural moans filled the air. This woman knew how to make him feel good and she wasn’t shy about doing it. She was giving him everything she had, pouring every piece of herself into this. He was caught up in the feeling, powerless to stop do anything except hang on for the ride. If he let her, she would keep going until he erupted right then and there, in the middle of the floor. Then, he knew he would be spent, leaving her unsatisfied. He wasn’t having none of that. Abruptly, he pulled back from her.
His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “I need to be inside you, now. He led her to the bed and tried to calm his raging libido, but he was standing at full attention. Alexa always managed to have that effect on him. Each time they were intimate, she showed him another hidden part of herself. Who knew that beneath her tough exterior was a sensuous wildcat? She was a perfect example of a lady in the streets, an exhibitionist in the sheets. He grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled a foil packet from the back pocket.
Alexa watched as he deftly slipped the condom on. “You think of everything, don’t you?”
“A good boy scout is always prepared.”
She arched a sexy eyebrow. “You learned this in Boy Scouts?”
“No. But I did learn how to rescue damsels in distress.”
“So rescue me, then. And put me out of my misery.”
Needing no further prompting, he pulled her into his lap and let her straddle him. He kissed the long column of her throat and worked his way down to her breasts, where he nuzzled his face in her cleavage before tenderly kissing her nipples. He was hungry for more, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had devoured every inch of her voluptuous body. Using only his tongue, he licked and teased and nibbled the delicate buds of her nipples until they hardened and puckered like blackberries in his mouth. He gently pulled at them with his front teeth, causing Alexa to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. She moaned aloud and writhed against him, sliding back and forth against his arousal. She was ready – and so was he.
“Come to daddy,” he crooned.
She lifted herself up just enough to grant him access. He quickly slid inside her, pushing his way past her tight walls and burying himself to the hilt in her wet softness. “Yes!” she gasped aloud in his ear.
He cupped her backside and pulled her hard against him, grinding her against his body. She rode him, sitting on top, her hips undulating to their own sweet, rhythm. She met him stroke for stroke, her thighs squeezing against his, her movements becoming faster and faster. He held on, thrusting feverishly, and moving in tandem with her erotic bucking. It was if they couldn’t get enough of each other. The sounds of their passionate duet filled the air, his deep moans mingling with her screams of ecstasy.
He felt sweat roll down his back as he tried to fight the inevitable. He wasn’t ready for it to end yet. He wanted to stay inside her for a little longer. And just when he thought he would fall victim to their frenzied pace, she came, shuddering against him, calling his name aloud. His thunderous release followed a nanosecond later. Exhausted, they collapsed against each other, both of them breathing heavy. Alexa gently rolled off of him and curled up beside him. He felt worn out, like he’d just run the hundred-meter dash at the Olympics – and won. He was drained, but it was a good feeling. He had just enough strength to remove the condom and drop it into the wastebasket beside the bed. Alexa had done it to him again. With other women, he’d been able to last all night. With Alexa, he was weak. When she wrapped her sexy body around his, he was forced to surrender to her – body and soul.
He pulled her into his arms. He could lie with her like this forever. “Alexa, I love being with you. You fulfill me in so many ways.”
She snuggled against him. “And you fulfill me too – literally.”
He smiled. Alexa was always quick-witted. “It was my pleasure.”
“No, I think the pleasure was mine tonight.”
He absently stroked her hair. “Y’know, I could get used to going to sleep with you by my side every night.”
She yawned sleepily. “For real?”
“It’s true.”
“Hmm. Is that the liquor talking or is that you?”
“It’s all me.” He held her tighter in his embrace. He was going out on a limb, but he was going to say it anyway. “So how ‘bout it? Do you want to fall asleep beside me every night?”
She gazed up at him, her eyelids heavy with slumber. “That all depends. Do you snore? ‘Cause I can’t handle a man who snores.”
He chuckled. “I’m not sure. No one has ever told me I snore.”
“Somehow I get the feeling no one probably ever would.” She closed her eyes, apparently worn out from their lovemaking.
He thought for a moment. She was right. Most of the women he’d been with were so busy trying to please him, they never complained about anything. They were just happy to be seen on his arm and mix with his circle of celebrities.
“But you would, Alexa. You would have no problem telling me I snored. That’s what I love about you. You don’t hold nothin’ back. I need that in my life. I need you in my life.” He was profoundly aware that he’d said the word love to her twice in less than five minutes. He wondered if she’d noticed it. “Do you think it’s possible to meet someone and love everything about them?” he asked. He waited anxiously for her response. When she remained silent, he prompted her. “Alexa, did you hear me?”
He shifted to look at her reaction. She’d fallen asleep in his arms. She hadn’t even heard his question. He smiled to himself. It’s okay, Alexa. You don’t have to answer my question. I already answered it for myself.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Tristan was scheduled to shoot the commercial. Alexa woke up feeling tender in all the delicate places that had not been touched in years. She made a mental note to herself to start taking Yoga or some other form of exercise to keep up with him.
After a good night’s sleep, Tristan had gotten his second wind, and after kissing her senseless, he pulled her into the shower with him. He gently washed all her body parts, generously lathering her with scented Shea butter soap. But the cleanliness didn’t last long. She was turned on by the friction of the silky bubbles rubbing across her nipples. Tristan couldn’t resist sliding a slippery, soapy finger inside her. After that, it was on. They made love standing under the hot jet streams of water. The intense heat of the shower made her orgasm even more intense, and the roar of the water did nothing to drown out her screams.
Afterwards, Tristan stroked her hair, and she realized she’d jumped in without a shower cap. Damn! Oh well, today would definitely be a ponytail day.
They dressed quickly, Tristan casually rocking a white muscle shirt with a pair of white linen pants and tan sandals. He looked damn good. The colors complimented his nutmeg skin. She followed suit and dressed casually as well, sporting a pair of tiny white shorts and an orange tube top. She knew they were shooting at the beach and having lunch afterwards, so she threw on a pair of white flip-flops. No heels for her today.
The resort was located on the beach, so it was less than a five-minute walk to the set. The scene was already buzzing with activity. Mr. Conrad was there, along with several other men in suits. They looked very out of place on the beach. The director approached and greeted Tristan enthusiastically. He was blonde, short in stature, and decidedly handsome. “Great, you’re here!” he said relieved. “We can get started. The light is perfect. Not to dim, not too sunny.”
“Cool. Where’s the script?” Tristan asked.
“Uh, there is no script. It’s pretty much impromptu. Just mention the resort and how much you love it here.”
Alexa watched Tristan for any sort of reaction. She knew he was a veteran when it came to commercials and promoting products. She wondered how he would take this news.
“Okay,” he grinned. “Just let me know what you want to me to do.” Apparently, he had no problem with winging it.
“I envision you there,” the director pointed to the vast ocean. “In the water. Doing your thing.”
Tristan laughed. “What’s my thing?”
“Just do what you do. Give us lots of T-Rex and lots of sex appeal.”
Tristan nodded his head. “Let’s get started.”
The shot was quickly set up. The commercial consisted of Tristan standing in the middle of the ocean wearing only a pair of swim trunks. When he pulled off his linen pants to reveal the snug-fitting swimsuit beneath, it seemed as if everyone on the beach stopped in their tracks to gawk at him. He stood proudly, looking like Michelangelo’s David in the clear waters. He was picture-perfect. Chiseled thighs. Arms outstretched. Bare chest glistening with water. A dazzling smile on his face. Sunshine like a halo around him.
Alexa inhaled deeply. If she saw this commercial, it would definitely make her want to come to Jamaica – just to meet this fine man standing in the water. She watched silently from sidelines as the director signaled the camera crew.
“Quiet on the set.” The director paused for a moment. “And…action!”
Right on cue, Tristan began speaking. “I’m T-Rex. When I’m not smashing my opponents on the field, I’m winding down at Aphrodite’s Palace in beautiful Montego Bay, Jamaica. Whether I’m chillin’ by the beach, relaxing with a hot stone massage, or showing off my stroke on the eighteen-hole golf course, I never want to leave this island paradise. With spacious suites, private balconies, and stunning views, I know you’ll feel the same way.”
Just as he said the words stunning views, the director cued two pretty women in skimpy swimsuits to prance across the screen. Corny, but as everybody knows, sex sells.
“So don’t wait,” Tristan continued. “Book your vacation in paradise today at Aphrodite’s Palace in Montego Bay. You deserve only the best.”
“And…cut!” the director yelled. “You were terrific, T-Rex. Let’s take it from the top. This time put more emphasis on the words, ‘You deserve only the best.’”
During the next thirty minutes, they filmed several more takes before the director was finally satisfied with the end result. “Great! That’s a wrap,” he announced.
“What? Only twelve takes?” Tristan joked.
The director chuckled. “I guess that’s what happens when you don’t have a script. Thank God, you were right on point. We could have been here all day.”
“Hey, I strive for perfection,” Tristan boasted.
“We’ll have a narrator do a voice-over at the end and add in the resort’s amenities.” The director stood up and shook Tristan’s hand. “It was a pleasure working with you, man. You are a true professional.”
“Thanks.” Tristan shot a glance at Alexa, and winked, as if to say, piece of cake. He certainly made it look easy. She watched as he patiently signed a few autographs and took a couple of pictures with the camera crew. The swimsuit models were hanging around waiting to be noticed. A part of her really couldn’t blame them for trying. Tristan was one fine brotha. But another part of her wanted to tell them to get the Hell away from him; Tristan was hers – at least for the next few days. Finally, he turned and gave her his undivided attention, taking her hand in his. “I’m sorry that took so long,” he told her. “The rest of the day is ours.”
“You were incredible,” she complimented him. “You were like a walking brochure. How did you come off the top of your head with all that information?”
He laughed. “There’s more to me than just football, y’know? I also have a degree in Communications. I guess no one told you that.”
She smiled. “Oh yeah, I know all about that. I read your bio. It’s just that whenever you’re with me, you’re always practicing your non-verbal communication skills.”
He brushed up against her and she saw the heat in his eyes. “What can I say? You bring out the animal in me.”
Her breath caught. How did he manage to be so incredibly sexy all the time? Her body wa
s getting heated just thinking of what he had in mind. He had put on his pants, but he was still shirtless, and her fingers itched to caress the hard planes of his chest. But she was too chicken. She couldn’t do that out here with all these people around! Despite the tropical breeze, she felt goose bumps puckering against her skin. She shivered in response.
He noticed. “If you’re cold, I can think of a few ways to warm you up.”
She grinned. “I bet you can. And I will definitely take you up on that offer – later. But first, I made a promise to you that I intend to keep.”
“Oh yeah?” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “Does it involve this?”
“No, but it does involve getting wet.”
* * *
Alexa’s idea of getting wet was snorkeling. Tristan indulged her by chartering a private boat owned by a likeable old tour guide. The man’s skin reminded her of a beat-up baseball mitt, brown and weathered by the salty air and sun. But he came highly recommended by the hotel staff. She’d had the good sense to wear her bikini under her clothing, and when she disrobed, she was rewarded with a low whistle from Tristan.
“You look amazing,” he complimented her. “I’m going to have to keep an eye out for sharks.”
She gasped. “I didn’t know there were sharks in the reef.”
He laughed at her reaction. “Baby, the sharks I’m talking about have two legs.”
“Oh,” she smiled, relieved that he’d been joking. “I think the only shark I have to worry about today is you!”
Outfitted in diving masks, swim fins and snorkel tubes, the two of them explored the shallow waters of a nearby reef. The area was teeming with a variety of colorful fish and plants. She longed to touch the precious coral reefs, but she’d already been warned that touching could strip them of their protective layers. So, she just marveled at their breath-taking beauty from a distance.