Tropical Tryst: 25 All New and Exclusive Sexy Reads

by Nicole Morgan

  “You guys game?” Elissa asked. She’s been prattling on for a while, but I’d rudely been ignoring her and instead making googly fucky eyes at my bunkmate.

  My head snapped up, and I smiled at her, hoping she didn’t know I hadn’t heard a word out of her mouth. “Game for what?”

  “Apparently, there is a great gay bar not too far from here. We’re going to go. You game?”

  Does that mean they wouldn’t be back for several hours? My mouth hung open, and then my eyes flitted to Derrick. The look he gave me was smoldering. I must have shaken my head a little too emphatically because the table erupted into laughter.

  “All right. Well, enjoy your privacy.” Her eyes flashed back and forth between Derrick and I. “Rita and Karina have hooked up with a couple of Brits, so they won’t even be back in the room tonight.”

  I swallowed. God, I could practically taste his skin beneath my tongue. I needed to taste more of him; I needed to taste all of him.

  I let out a sigh. “Thanks.” Though I didn’t bother to take my eyes from the sizzling man across from me. The way he was still looking at me, I could almost feel his mouth trailing wet, hot kisses down my thighs. More, deeper… please.

  WE SAID a hasty and giggly goodbye to our roommates, stumbling down the stairs with our arms looped around one another. He fished for the keys in his pants and unlocked the door, and then before the door had even clicked shut, I was being stripped bare and forced backward toward the shower.

  “Shower.” Need dark and driven in his gruff tone. And then he reached behind me and turned on the tap. I watched him as he peeled off his shorts, a beautiful erection springing to life and slapping against his taut stomach. I lunged for it.

  His hands fell to my shoulders. “Uh-uh, greedy girl. Me first.” He helped me over the ledge and molded my body the way he wanted it. I was plastered up against the side of the shower wall, with one leg propped up on the ledge, my core spread open for him, wanton and begging. Water thrummed down all around us, beading on his lashes and in his thick and luscious hair. Was it wrong that all I wanted to do at that moment was thread my hands through it and pull his face into my pussy? I resisted the urge but wasn’t ruling it out for next time.

  “Ah,” he sighed, hunkering down onto his knees. “Me first.” But then his eyes flicked up to mine. “I’m going to eat the fuck out of you.” Holy mother of God. He dove into my pussy face-first, with the passion and vigor of an insatiable beast, tongue laving at my folds, sucking and nipping, swirling and twisting, plunging and plundering my craving cleft until I was frantically bucking into his face. Wild for an orgasm and ready and willing to do anything to get it. A curious finger probed my folds and slipped in, and then another. In and out they slid, beckoning my release, while his tongue continued to torture.

  Harsh sucks and evocative little licks were followed by a decadent sweep up from perineum to clit using the entire surface area. The man knew what he was doing, and what he was doing was driving me insane.

  “Oh God,” I mewled. “More.”

  A hum of approval buzzed through his lips, and I nearly lost my footing on the ledge. He slipped in a third finger and then let his tongue slide up one more time, ending with a tight, hard little suck on my swollen clit. I went off like a rocket, thrusting and panting as the climax ripped through me, the warmth and steam from the shower mixed with my fuzzy pisco and booze brain, making my soul lift up and out of my body. I hovered just above in the hazy fog, watching as this incredible man ate his fill of me, lapping up my juices, never seeming to be sated.

  When I finally found my head, he helped me find my feet. But I didn’t even have time to blink the water from my eyes or brush my hair off my face before his lips took mine. Passionate and demanding, he fucked my mouth with his tongue. He tasted like beer and me and damned if it wasn’t the biggest frickin’ turn on, déjà vu of the most erotic kind as his tongue plundered my mouth, mimicking the way he’d just fucked my pussy, making it long for his touch again. I ground my leg against his thigh, already desperate for more friction, for more attention.

  He chuckled low in his throat and pushed his leg against me, rubbing just the right spot until I groaned and bit his lip. His hand came up on to the top of my head and gave it a forceful push, smiling against his mouth I sunk to my knees. I liked to be bossed around and roughed up during sex. It was something I’d realized very early on in my life, after the first time my first college boyfriend and I had tried tying each other up and spanking. He preferred to do the tying and the spanking, while I asked to be shackled and punished on a regular basis. We’d worked well together for a while.

  “So greedy.” He used his free hand to stroke himself in front of me. I licked my lips and flicked my tongue against the purple crown. He was a nice size, and he kept himself neatly trimmed. “Open up, pretty girl.” Fuck, I loved dirty talk. I did as I was told, taking him into my mouth and letting him bottom out immediately. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew how to suppress my gag reflex, and I also knew what drove men wild, and deep throating was one of those things.

  I pumped him root to tip with one hand, while the other one gently trailed up his thigh and between his legs, cupping his balls, and rolling them around in my palm. They were hairless, which was a plus, and so soft. I squeezed and pulled until he inhaled and then groaned in approval. All the while, my mouth never stopped. In and out I sucked him, letting him fill my mouth and ram my tonsils, only to pull him back out to the crown and give it a gentle little nip or kiss.

  His fingers wove their way into my hair. He growled. “You’re such a dirty little thing.” He pulled my face harder and faster onto his cock. Deeper, until my eyes flashed open and tears pricked my eyes. And fuck if I didn’t love it. “I want to fuck your face so goddamned hard.”

  I moaned with him in my mouth and nodded. There was no other way to let him know I agreed; I wanted him to fuck my face hard too. I wanted him to make me cry, make me gag, blow his load in my mouth until I choked.

  But then he stopped, and using my hair, albeit with a sudden gentleness that made my heart go pitter-patter, pulled me off of his cock. I blinked up at him through the spray of the water.

  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glassy, but he also held a hint of worry on his face. “Piper…are you okay with this?”

  I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded, eager to have him back in my mouth. “Yeah.” My heart swelled with how caring he was being, but my body and my libido wanted him to stop talking and put his cock back in my mouth.

  He shook his head. “No, seriously. Things are getting a little… intense. I’m not being too big of an asshole, am I? You’re okay with the dirty talk and the rough stuff? You know I’ll never actually hurt you, right? It’s all just for fun?”

  I nodded again and reached for his cock. “If I weren't okay with it, I’d have stopped you. You were rough this afternoon, too, and I loved it. Trust me, I like it rough, and I like it dirty.” I flicked the tip of his shaft with my tongue again and then pulled down just a tad too hard on his balls. “I want you to choke me with your big cock, okay?”

  His mouth dropped open for just a second before a beast like no other emerged. His eyes grew dark and hooded while the corded muscle on his neck bulged and his nostrils flared. There was no man left. He was all animal now. His grip in my hair tightened as he pulled it from my scalp just hard enough to make me gasp. He grabbed my head and slammed my face back down onto his shaft. I coughed a little from the impact, but then quickly let him set the pace he wanted, let him use my face, all the while I twirled my tongue around from bottom to top and back, fluttering at the tip and grazing my teeth up the base, reveling in his moans and snarls.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.” His pumping was growing more erratic the closer to orgasm he got. “So fucking hot.” His fingers tightened in my hair; he stilled and then let go. Warm, salty semen spurted across my tongue and down my throat, and I took it all, bringing him to the back and milking h
im, swallowing as he came, knowing that the contractions of my throat heightened his pleasure. I tugged down ever so slightly on his scrotum and then, of course, just to finish off the scene, I blinked up at him and smiled, my mouth full of him. He was gaping down at me in awe, his eyes bright and full of fascination.

  He helped me to my feet. “Holy fucking God!” He ran his hands through his hair before they settled on my waist. I rested my wrists on his shoulders and finally let myself play with the hair at the nape of his neck. It was so soft.

  I couldn’t help but grin. “Good?”

  But he shook his head. “No. A blowjob is good. That wasn’t a blowjob, that was a complete and total mind-fuck with a blowjob thrown in. That was incredible. Holy fuck, woman, where’d you learn to do that?”

  I lifted one shoulder and then reached for the shampoo. I had to turn my back to him to keep from laughing as he just continued to marvel at my oral sex skills. Tilting my head back under the spray to rinse out the soap, I didn’t see him drop back down to his knees. But hands on my thighs and a warm, velvety tongue on my clit had me spreading my legs and leaning back against the wall again. Time for round two…

  “You’re seriously okay with the rough stuff?” he asked again after we’d decided to forgo sleeping in separate bunks at all, and just cuddled up together on his bottom bunk.

  I pushed my backside into him and closed my eyes. “Yep.”

  I heard him inhale in my hair before he kissed the back of my head. “You’re like the perfect woman.”

  I yawned a laugh. “Well, I try.”

  “No seriously, you were okay with all of that?” He motioned for me to spin around in his arms, so we were face-to-face. I groggily did. My whole body was tired and boneless from another crazy day, not to mention all the alcohol and all the orgasms. It was a wonder my brain wasn’t complete and total mush.

  I brought my hand up and cupped his cheek as he had earlier with me. He’d shaved after we’d showered, and his skin was buttery soft. How he’d managed to not nick himself, given his blood-alcohol level, was a feat that left me rather impressed.

  “I’m seriously okay with it. I like it rough. I’m even into experimenting with some BDSM. I have for a while.”

  His face grew pensive. “You’re not just—”

  But I cut him off with a finger against his lips. “I’m not just anything. If I didn’t want you to ram your cock to the back of my throat until I choked, I wouldn’t have asked you to, okay? If I didn’t like the head push or your hands in my hair, I would have told you to stop. And you would have listened, right?”

  He nodded, his eyes beseeching, but that look of awe from earlier was still right there. I couldn’t deny the high I got from wowing him the way I did.

  “I’m a big girl,” I went on. “And I know what I like.” His cock leaped to life against my thigh, and I rolled my eyes. Men were so easy. I slipped my hand beneath the covers and started to stroke him. “And what I like… from time to time, is to be fucked rough and dirty. I like to be bossed around in bed, given orders and made to please. We haven’t known each other long, but…” I nipped his freshly shaved chin, letting my teeth travel the length of his jaw.

  He groaned.

  “I trust that if I ask you to stop, you will.”

  “I will,” he said with a swallow. His eyes held a new intensity to them, heated and driven, but there was also a sudden wariness I hadn’t noticed before. A secret hidden somewhere behind the passion. He wasn’t letting go completely with me, not just yet; there was still more to Derrick King than met the eye.

  Well, no time like the present to learn. Perhaps I could fuck the secrets out of him. I grinned at him and then grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him on top of me. “Good. But I’m not telling you to stop now. I’m not even asking you to do anything.”

  “No.” He growled low in his throat and nestled himself between my legs. “You’re right, you’re not. I’ll be the one giving the orders.”

  CHAPTER 6

  We were sitting at breakfast the following morning; thankfully it was fairly quiet in the hostel dining room. Most of the guests had been at the party and were still sleeping off their hangovers. The DJ also appeared to have hung up his hat for the night/morning, and for once, there was no music thumping around the enormous compound. My teeth were enjoying the rest as well, as it felt as though they’d been rattling in my head for the last two days.

  “Can we talk about the whole, ‘I’d rather be with someone who’s been to prison, then someone who has ever paid for sex’?’” Derrick asked, taking a sip of his coffee. “Where did that come from? One minute we were talking about whether we’d rather get spunk blown into our eye or our mouth by a dirty hobo, and then the next you go all serious.”

  I speared a piece of papaya with my fork and put it to my lips. “I was with a guy, once, who cheated on me with call-girls.” I lifted one shoulder cavalierly, even though inside I was anything but calm. Was he going to bust out with some revelation that he too had actually paid for sex, but he’d just been too drunk and too horny to tell the truth last night?

  He nodded slowly while cutting a big chunk out of his eggs benny and shoveling it into his mouth. “Ah, makes sense. Well, as I said last night, I’ve only ever gotten laid for free, so…”

  My lips twisted wryly as I chewed my fruit salad. “Well, that’s good to know.”

  His eyebrows bobbed. “It certainly is. So…” He continued to chew, and then shoved his bite into his cheek like a chipmunk so he could talk. “What should we do today?” And just like that the conversation and awkwardness was over. Thank goodness.

  “We could disguise ourselves and go out,” I offered. “I honestly think it’s horses and not unicorns. I think we’re probably fine.”

  I could tell that he was mulling it over, quietly chewing while nodding. It was a cute look.

  He swallowed. “Yeah, we could do that. You’re probably right. If we hide your hair and dress down, don’t draw any attention to ourselves and stay away from that part of town, I’m sure we’ll be fine. Besides…” He swallowed and then started cutting another piece. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going a little stir crazy, being cooped up in party central all day long. It’s fine for a day or two, but I’m really feeling my thirty-plus years being around all these nineteen- and twenty-year-old backpackers.”

  I snorted and nodded before getting up to grab more coffee for both of us from the urn. “I hear ya! And does the music have to be so loud?”

  “And what about what kids today are wearing? Did you see those ridiculous pants that that young Finnish girl was wearing? Do you remember South Park?”

  Nodding, I joined him back at the table. “But, of course. Spent most of my undergrad sitting in a dorm room playing weird South Park drinking games.”

  He grinned. “Me too!”

  “What about it?”

  “Okay, well, do you remember the episode where Stan’s dad, Randy, microwaves his testicles and then they’re like enormous? To the point where he can no longer walk and just bounces around town on his big hairy balls?”

  “I’m still eating,” I said dryly, lifting up one eyebrow in curiosity. But he just smiled and nodded, waiting for me to answer. I rolled my eyes. “Yes, yes, I remember. What about it?”

  “Well, that Finnish girl’s heinous pants reminded me of that episode. Because the crotch of her pants hits the ground, but yet she still has leg holes. So, it’s like she’s wearing pants, but a skirt, but not either really. Her outfit can’t make up its mind, so instead, it just looks ugly as fuck.”

  I smiled, loving the weird way his mind worked and the random tangent he was on. “Okaaaay? So, you think that the only reason anyone should wear disgusting pants like that is when their testicles are so enormous they hit the ground?”

  “Yes! See, this is why we work so well together, you get me. Randy Marsh Ball Pants I’m calling them, or in case we need to be discreet, RMBP’s.”

  I
shook my head, unable to hide my amusement. “Okaaaay, so how do these RMBP’s fit into our earlier discussion about the fact that we feel way older than the rest of the guests here?”

  “Oh, right! Because I wouldn’t be caught dead in those things. I don’t think you would, either.” He waited for me to nod and agree. “I don’t know a sane person our age who would be either. It’s clearly a generational thing. I know I’m a millennial, but I really don’t feel like one. These super millennials are annoying.”

  Just then three super millennials walked into the dining hall, two of them wearing RMBP pants, while each of them had their hair tossed up into the messiest messy buns I’d ever seen, and mascara caked the skin beneath their eyes. Derrick and I took one look at each other and then burst out laughing. It’d been a while since anyone had made me laugh like that. It’d been a while since I’d laughed, period.

  WE DECIDED that if I wore the big Panama hat I’d, coincidentally, bought while in Panama, hid my hair up inside it, and put big black sunglasses on my eyes, while making sure I wore boring old jean cut-offs and a white t-shirt, then I’d be hard to identify and would easily blend in. Derrick put Chase’s hat on and his own face-covering shades and figured that since he’d been sporting chin scruff the last time we’d been out around town, people wouldn’t recognize him clean-shaven.

  We also didn’t leave right from the hostel. We called a cab and had it take us to another part of town, well away from The Inca Treasure and the cops that could recognize me. And so off we wandered, hand-in-hand, around the town. We ducked into little shops and weird-looking grocery stores, indulging in so much fresh ceviche at a little stand down on the dock that I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if I suddenly sprouted gills and could breathe underwater. All in all, it was a wonderful afternoon.