by Lexy Timms
And his hands were currently on her.
She slid from his leg and twirled her hips around. The song transitioned again and Ash was right against her chest. Wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her back into his leg. Her hands gripped his shirt, feeling the strength of his taut muscles underneath the flimsy fabric.
She nuzzled their noses together, feeling his hot breath pulsing against her lips.
Kallie had never had a one-night hookup, and she wasn’t going to start on her vacation. Her honeymoon-gone-wrong. Maybe a hot makeout session in the cab on the way back to her villa, but that was about it. That was all the good time she would be able to handle. It was all she wanted to handle. A bit of tongue. Some caressing. Maybe his hand cupping her breast. Then she wanted to go home, pass out, and revel in the beauty of the night.
“Don’t you go anywhere,” Ash said against her ear. “I’ll be right back.”
He twirled Kallie out before he left to use the restroom. Her eyes followed his long strides and watched as his body moved with the grace he had on his surfboard. She walked over to the bar to catch her breath, leaning against it and asking for a glass of water. Sweat was dripping down her back and she could feel it trickling underneath her tight dress.
“Can I get you anything?” a voice asked.
She turned around and saw a burly man standing behind her.
“No thanks. I just need some water,” she said.
“A sweet girl like you could use a beer,” he said.
The bartender handed her a small cup of water and she threw it back quickly.
“Or a shot maybe?” the man asked. “That was an impressive swallow.”
“Thanks. I think. But really, I’m okay,” she said.
“Then why don’t you dance with me a bit?”
“I’m actually waiting for someone.”
“Just one dance. That’s all I’m asking.”
She could smell the booze radiating off the guy’s breath and it made her sick. She took a step away from the bar, hoping to get away from the situation. Kallie had never been a confrontational person and it wasn’t something she was going to start doing now. Even though the island continuously bombarded her with ways to change herself, she knew who she was and she wasn’t compromising it.
But the man grabbed at her wrist and yanked her back to the bar, causing her to stumble on her feet.
“I said, one dance.”
“And I said no.”
The look in the man’s eyes frightened Kallie, but she saw someone tap him on the shoulder. Ash’s head peeked around as the man turned to confront him, dropping her wrist in the process. Ash darted in the opposite direction and grabbed Kallie’s hand, twirling her away from the bar and spinning her into the crowd.
He pulled her close and worked her to the middle of the floor, far away from the drunken brute at the bar.
“Impressive,” she said.
“Are you all right?” Ash asked.
“I am now that you’re back. Thanks.”
“No problem. He should’ve have grabbed you like that.”
A grin slid across Kallie’s face as Ash twirled her again. She was impressed at how easily he could gain the upper hand without using force. She admired that. So many men resorted to violence in order to defend a woman and her honor. But not him. Every time she turned around, Ash had another trait to his personality that she enjoyed.
A trait James didn’t possess.
Kallie looked up into Ash’s hazel eyes and got lost in the speckles of yellow and gray. They reminded her of kaleidoscopes, the ever-changing colors and designs. She couldn't fight her growing attraction to the man. How wonderful his hand felt against the small of her back. How strong his thigh felt situated between her legs. How his hips rolled with a smoothness she somehow knew would possess him in bed.
She never wanted to let go of him.
Song bled into song and the crowd began to grow. Soon, there were so many people on the dance floor that their bodies were squished against one another. His hands were gripping her hips and her arms were threaded around his neck. Kallie’s nose was nuzzling against his and Ash would drop his face into the crook of her neck. Never kissing. Never sucking. But always nuzzling. Caressing. Sending shivers down her spine as her hands worked their way into the soft tresses of his hair.
Kallie felt wonderful. Too wonderful.
Then, his lips graced her ear for the first time in over an hour.
“It’s getting a bit crowded. Maybe we should get out of here.”
Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed into his chest. She nodded into him and he immediately wrapped his arm around her. He whisked her through the crowd, never once knocking her against someone. Like he was protecting here even though he had no reason to. She was in no position to disagree with Ash. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to be alone with him. She wanted to feel his lips against her skin and feel his hands traveling up her thighs.
The idea alone sent electricity surging through her veins.
But as Kallie approached the exit, someone grabbed her arm. Hard. So hard that when the person yanked, it ripped her right from Ash’s grasp. Her eyes fluttered up and she looked into the leering stare of the drunk from the bar, and the booze seeping from his pores was overwhelming. He was beyond drunk and anger flashed in his eyes. Kallie tried to peel herself away from his grasp, but his grip on her was too tight.
“I think you should let the woman go,” Ash said.
“And I think you should find your own woman instead of stealing mine.”
“I’m not your property,” Kallie said as she pulled from him. “Now let go of my arm.”
“And if you don’t let go, then I’ll remove it for you,” Ash said.
The drunken asshole growled at Ash, and Kallie whipped her gaze over to him. With a small grin on his cheeks and a flick of his wrist, she watched Ash push his thumb into the man’s wrist. She stumbled backward as he slid his hand down his arm and the man grunted in pain. His grip on her released long enough for her to wiggle out. She rubbed the spot on her arm, watching as Ash wrapped the hand around the man’s back and held him there until security got through the crowd.
She looked down at her bruised arm just as Ash passed the drunk off to security.
She could hear him retching and it made her stomach turn.
There was a scuffle that caught Kallie’s attention and she whipped her gaze up. Ash was looking at the drunk man on the ground and she saw him come up and shove Ash. He was doing everything he could to start a fight and the security guards behind him weren’t strong enough to hold him back. She saw a grin on Ash’s face, like he had something up his sleeve, but she admired how he wasn’t giving into the man’s want to fight.
Because he was begging for one.
Kallie tried to step out the door, but the man made another grab for her. And that pissed Ash off. She could see it in his eyes. Ash stepped in front of her and Kallie squealed, then watched as the drunken man shoved Ash again. He stumbled into the door and Kallie tried to catch him, and that was when Ash glanced down.
And his eyes took in the bruise on her arm.
She watched Ash’s eyes flare before he shrugged. He drew in a deep breath and sighed as Kallie backed away. She wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t want the guys to fight, but he had hurt her. And she knew that made Ash angry. The drunk man lunged at Ash again and she yelped, but in the blurry moment between him lunging and her yelling out for Ash to be careful, his arm came up. Ash used the man’s heavy motions to his disadvantage and ran him into the doorway, taking the man to his knees.
Without ever throwing a punch.
Kallie looked back up into Ash’s eyes as her jaw unhinged in shock. He stepped over the man as the security guards tried to scoop him up. Ash threaded his arm around Kallie’s shoulders, his fingertips dancing along her bruise.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of here,” he said.
And she was more than happy when Ash
hailed them both a cab.
Chapter 10
Kallie
The cab pulled up, but Kallie couldn't keep her eyes off the man beside her. He opened the door for her and she slid in, missing the heat of his body next to her. Kallie lived a sheltered life. Away from anything that was violent or overtly sexual. It wasn’t something her family indulged in, and it had never been something that had interested her. But as the man slid into the cab beside her, her hormones went crazy. Her hands were trembling and her breasts were puckering at the mere thought of him.
She wanted him more than anything.
All her life, she’d held back. Held back in her feelings and her emotions. Held back in her actions and her words. She bit her tongue more than she needed to, even with her ex. Keeping quiet when she needed to speak up. Lying back and taking things when she needed to be voicing what she thought was good and necessary. And watching the way Ash had handled that drunk with such a graceful force had her insides melting. Churning. Pulsing for more of him.
Kallie was tired of holding back.
She wanted to experience life. To no longer be chained to the wants or expectations of her. All her life, she had been good at organizing other’s lives. At helping them with schedules and bills and budgeting. Hell, she had made her own personal career out of it. She took on clients for monthly fees that gave her access to everything. And in return, she scheduled their days, cut out the excess, helped them budget, and took that once-frazzled human being and turned them into a shining beacon of adulthood.
She was good at it.
But she wanted to be good at other things.
She wanted to be good at letting go. At exploring life for what it was. She wanted to be good at experiencing the world around her, like Ash could. She wanted to indulge in the things she wanted, like bowls of cereal at two in the morning and chocolate milk just for the hell of it. She wanted to break free from all of the boxes she’d put herself in because someone somewhere along the line told her it was inappropriate.
That it was inappropriate to drink chocolate milk whenever she wanted and that cereal wasn’t a proper meal.
It was all she knew, but that didn’t mean it was right. Just because the sand was all the waves of the ocean knew didn’t mean there weren’t other things. There were fish and coral reefs and humans swimming in the water. There were storm and water spouts and tsunamis. The ocean had so much to explore and so much to give, and so much to receive in return. All it had to do was be open to the prospect of what something else could give it.
All Kallie had to do was open up and receive what was being given to her.
Screw holding back.
Ash didn’t get his ass in the seat before she flung herself at him. Her lips crashed against his and his arms were immediately around her. Pressing into her exposed back and shimmying between her thighs as she straddled his hips. His lips pressed into hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth. Her tongue raked against his, dancing the same dance that had consumed them the entire night.
She was lost in a sea of endless lust, and she wasn’t going to stop it.
She felt his hands traveling her body as she ground against him. His cock was rising to the occasion and throbbing against her skin. He was thick. Long. And the idea made her shiver. Ash’s hand rushed down to her ass, gripping her tightly and pulling her closer. She was wet. Her pussy was pooling juices into her panties. Her lips broke the kiss and her face fell to his neck, her hand twisting in his hair.
She pulled his head to the side, commanding his body as he groaned.
He kneaded her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and pressing her pussy against his clothed cock. She whimpered against his skin and his hands grew needier. He slapped her ass and she yelped, but the sting was oh so wonderful. Unlike anything she’d experienced in her life before, and she smiled into the crook of his neck.
“Again,” she said breathlessly.
He cracked his hand against her other cheek, and she felt electricity surge through her veins. Her lips nibbled at the skin on his neck. Her tongue slid along his pulse point. His cock was throbbing endlessly against her leg. Begging to be taken out and paid attention to.
His hand came up and wrapped in her hair before pulling her backward. His lips slid down her neck, bowing her back against the passenger’s seat of the cab. She moaned out, not caring about the driver or anyone else who saw them. His hands were groping her. Massaging her ass and sliding up her thighs. Cupping her breasts as his lips peppered kisses down her naked skin. His tongue lapped at her cleavage. Nipped at her ear.
She was shaking on top of him.
Desperate for his body to be pressed against hers.
Her fingertips worked quickly to unbutton his shirt. And when she smoothed her hands over his chest, something inside of her snapped. She lunged at him again, crashing their lips together as she bounced on his lap. Leaking from her panties and leaving stains behind on his board shorts.
But the cab soon came to a stop and Ash opened the door.
They tumbled out of the cab and he quickly paid with a shaking hand. Then he turned back to Kallie as she tried to gather herself. She took his hand and tugged him to her villa, their feet slipping and sliding in the sand.
She had half a mind to yank his board shorts down on the beach and have her way with him against the coastline.
She contained herself long enough to get to her front door. She fumbled with the keys to the place and the door swung open, then his lips were on her neck again. They stumbled into the villa as Kallie kicked out, slamming the door behind their bodies.
Then Ash whipped her around and pressed her against the closed door.
His hand reached out to lock it and Kallie sighed into his lips. She slid his shirt off his shoulders before running her hands down his body. She kissed his broad chest and dragged her tongue down every rung of his chiseled abs. Her fingers played with the pointed divots disappearing beyond his board shorts as she slid to her knees. Ash’s hand was fisted in her hair as she pulled his shorts down, watching his cock spring free as it dripped from its head.
She licked her tongue up the bulging vein of his cock and watched as his eyes fluttered closed.
She pulled him into her, swallowing his cock. She took as much as she could before she gagged, and the sensation caused Ash to hiss. His hand tightened in her hair and she wrapped her hand around the base, working as much of him as she could. His sounds were miraculous. Never in her life had a man been so responsive before. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and he groaned, his hips pressing back into her face.
“Shit, Kallie. The fuck?”
She smiled at the sound of her name. It sounded good in his low baritone notes. His voice filled the foyer of the villa and she swallowed him down again, bobbing her head in time with the thrust of her hand. He guided her movements, and she tasted the precum that leaked down her throat. She moaned around him and watched his eyes squeeze shut as his chest flushed with sweat. Her free hand ran up his washboard abs, raking her nails along his skin.
Then his eyes opened in an instant and he pulled her lips from his cock.
She released him with a pop and he pulled her to her feet. His hands slipped her dress from around her neck, then ripped it down her body. His eyes beheld her. The nakedness of her form. His gaze traveled along the slope of her engorged tits and down to the glistening wetness of her pussy.
Then he fell to his knees to worship her as her back fell against the doorway.
Chapter 11
Ash
He grabbed her hips and pressed his face between her thighs. Kallie gladly parted them for him and he took in her scent. Took in the feeling of her soft thighs around his cheeks. He nuzzled her neatly trimmed pussy lips and groaned at the feel of them.
Her hands fell to his hair as he parted her legs, pressing her against the closed door. His tongue fell from his mouth and he lapped along her slit, drinking the leaking arousal pouring from her pussy. The taste was hea
venly. Like salted seawater and lust. He pressed his tongue deeper, feeling her quake around his cheeks as she sighed with content.
“Pretty Kallie,” he whispered into her pussy. “So tasty.”
He ran his tongue along her clit and pressed his hands into her hips. She shivered and bobbed, her hips already grinding down into his mouth. Oh, she was wanton. Filled with a lust he knew he could satiate. He nuzzled deeper between her pussy folds and pressed his tongue into her swollen clit, and he heard something crack.
He looked up and saw her pressing her head into the door as her fingers twirled tightly in his hair.
He flicked along the tip of her swollen bud and watched her come undone above him. Her tits bounced with every flick of his tongue and her nipples pulled tighter and tighter. The soft brown skin against her light tan called to him. He slid a hand up her side and watched goose bumps flee across her skin. It caused him to smile. To wrap his lips around her clit and suck. She moaned and whimpered, her body losing control as his thumb stroked her beautiful tit.
He massaged it. Gripped it. Tugged on it and pressed it. He moved his other hand up, pressing his face deeper into her pussy as she shook. Her jaw quivered, and her tits were swelling. Her skin flushed and her movements grew faster. He raked his tongue over her pulsing clit as he massaged her breasts, tugging on her sensitive nipples as her head banged against the door again.
“Ash. Oh my gosh. Don’t stop. Please.”
Oh, her begging was heavenly. And her thighs molded beautifully to his face. He slid from her entrance to her clit, taking long, languid strokes that sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Then she fell over the edge, shaking and shivering as her pussy poured into his mouth.
“Yes, Ash. Yes. Oh, right there. Like that. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He loved her sounds. Her vocal overtures that sent fire sliding underneath his skin. Her knees bent and she was ready to collapse with the weight of her orgasm as it thundered through her body. In an instant, she was in his arms, trembling against his chest as his lips crashed to hers. Her tongue licked her essence off his skin and she moaned as if she loved the taste of his sweat and her arousal.