I trot across the room and slide the patio door open. The music is definitely coming from the beach. Bonfires, groups of people mingling and dancing. A huge party. I smile and grab my hotel key and head down the stairs.
“Hi, Miss Anders. How can I help you?”
“I would like to leave my key with you, if that’s okay? I don’t want to lose it and I don’t have any pockets. So can I leave it with you for now and when I get back you can just give it back to me then?”
“Sure, I can take care of that for you,” the front desk clerk says. He grabs my key and tucks them away in a drawer.
“Great, thank you so much,” I say with a smile and skip outside.
Chapter Thirteen
Thankfully, the drum beats are easy to follow from the hotel to the beach. I glance up to the sky. Full moon.
I thought these full moon parties were banned? I think to myself.
Of all the times to be out and about without a notebook.
“Vacation,” I tell myself. “Come on, Kirsten. You’re not here to work. You’re here on vacation.”
Someone runs past me, her shoulder ramming into mine and knocking me forward. “Oh, sorry!” she yells back over her shoulder without slowing down.
More girls follow up behind her. One girl grabs my hand as she runs by. “Are you coming to the party?” she asks.
“Oh, yea. I’m actually on —.”
She locks her lips onto mine. Drowning out my words. Her hot tongue plunges into my mouth. She wraps her arms around my waist, reaching down and squeezing my ass as she kisses me. And before I am back in control of my body, able to pull away, she withdraws her tongue from my mouth and licks her lips.
“Mmm,” she whispers and rubs her fingers along the curves of my ass. “I’ll see you there.” And with that she skips along in front of me and heads down to the party.
My feet stay stuck in the sand for a moment. Caught somewhere between aroused and curious. I never expected to have a woman show me such attention. And what’s more, I never expected my body to react this way.
Once I could trust my legs to carry me again, I follow the crowd over to the beach. The bonfires roar as waves lap just inches from the wood. Groups of people are scattered between them. Music is pumping and bodies are writhing. Tongues battling together. Lips locked.
My eyes fall on a familiar, broad set of shoulders leaning back against a beach chair.
“Jackson?” I ask as I walk up behind him.
He’s moaning. His hands reaching behind him and grabbing the top of the chair. As I walk up closer, a patch of blonde hair is working on his cock.
I glance around at the rest of the group nearby.
Two women lay on the beach. Glowing in each other’s arms against the firelight. Grinding their hips against each other.
I turn back to the man in the chair. The woman on her knees is clawing her way up his chest. Her mouth wrapped around his cock. My stomach lurches and I hold my hand over my mouth.
“Hey,” I hear as I turn away from the beach chair.
Jackson grabs my hand. “You okay?”
I whirl around to get another look at the man in the chair. Then back to Jackson. They could be brothers. At least in firelight.
“Yea,” I say with a laugh. “Yea, I’m fine. I just. Sorry. I thought.” Embarrassment floods my cheeks with pink.
He glances around behind me and nods his head as if someone just revealed a big secret to him. “Oh I get it,” he says. “You were jealous.”
“No.”
“You were. You saw that chick giving him a blow job and you thought it was me and you got jealous.”
“I didn’t get jealous. I just. I thought it was rude, that’s all.”
“You thought it was rude?”
“Yes. Exactly. I mean, after a day like we had today, for you to turn around and let some other girl suck your dick would be rude.”
“Because you want to suck my dick?”
“What? No.”
“You don’t want to suck my dick?”
“Ugh,” I gasp and push him away from me.
He chuckles and wraps his arms around me from behind. “Come on. Dance with me.” He nestles his lips into my neck. His hand pulls me back into him as his hips rock to the beat of the drums.
I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his lips grazing against my neck. The heat of the fire dancing along my nerves. I reach back and run my fingers through his hair. I let my hips follow his rhythm and forget about the rest of the people there.
Dancing.
Fucking.
Moaning.
Another girl waltzes up to us. She reaches into my dress and massages my breast, waking me up from my daze as she clamps her lips down over my nipple. The shock makes me jump back against Jackson. But the girl sucks my breast harder. Refusing to release my nipple. She reaches around and grabs my hand and brings it to her breast. Shoving her hard nipple into the palm of my hand as her tongue pulls my nipple deeper into her mouth.
My nerves light up.
I close my eyes again, trying to pretend that Jackson is front of me. That his lips are suckling at my breast.
My core heats up. But I open my eyes and see the long brown hair in front of me and I’m overcome with disappointment at not seeing Jackson there. His lips are still nestled in my neck. His hips rocking against mine. His hand reaching down along my torso. Pulling me tight against him.
Another man walks up behind the girl as she sucks on my nipple. He reaches beneath her skirt and thrusts up against her. She groans, sending new vibrations along the nerves of my nipple as he plunges deep into her.
Jackson reaches his hand around, gliding it down toward the hem of my skirt. His other hand caresses and fondles my other breast. Rolling my nipple between his fingertips. Lightly flicking as it hardens.
The other guy smirks as he rams his cock into the woman still suckling at my breast.
The heat wells up in my core as Jackson’s hand pulls my hemline up further. His fingers sip into my panties.
Her teeth nip on my breast a little. Sending light tingles through from my nipple down to every inch of my body.
I twist my head around, locking lips with Jackson. His tongue parting my lips.
The other man cums, yelling in triumph as he floods her pussy. His orgasm forces her to release my nipple. She grabs my hand from her breast and pulls it down toward her hot opening.
I take the opportunity to pull away from her and turn around to face Jackson. The man and woman behind me grunt and grind together. Realizing I’m not going to fuck her, she grabs his hand and shoves it between her legs. I grab the side of Jackson’s face and gaze into his eyes. He smiles and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.
“I don’t want—.” I start to whisper.
He glances around me and nods. Hoists me up and carries me away from the fire.
Sometime during our brief session, the crowd around the fire grew. Dozens of people grinding against each other. Exploring each other. Bodies rubbing. Hair pulling.
Jackson carries me to a small alcove set away from the fires. We duck inside and he sets me back on my feet. “I had no idea you’d even be into a party like this.” He chuckles.
“I didn’t. Um.”
“You didn’t know it was that kind of party.”
I shake my head and bite my lip. “I know. I’m a real bore.”
“No,” he says. “Makes more sense now, though.”
“What makes more sense?”
“Well, you said this was a vacation. You wanted to do things you’ve never tried before. Yesterday that meant watching yourself cum in the mirror. And today, you show up to a full moon party. Either you are drunk off your rocker, or you are lost.”
I mock punch his shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not,” he chuckles. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”
“So, wait. So you knew what kind of party this was?”
He smiles and rubs my shoulder.
“I heard rumors. And I wanted to check it out.”
“Because you were interested in something like this?”
“Not specifically. I just wanted to see what it was all about. I had no idea what was actually going to happen or who was going to be here. Why did you come down here?”
“I heard the music and thought it was a party, so I wanted to come check it out. I just didn’t realize until I was already down here what kind of party it was.” I gazed out of the alcove at the groups of people getting it on by firelight along the beach. Easily a hundred people had gathered around and were now in some form or another either being pleasured or pleasuring someone else.
Or both.
I close my eyes and let him usher me onto my back. The wet sand is cold and hard against my back. He leans over and pins me against the sand with his body. His manhood bulging from beneath his shorts and rubbing along my clit.
“I don’t want anyone else involved,” I whisper.
He reaches down under my dress and rubs his fingers against my swollen clit. I arch my back and writhe beneath him.
I need to stop this. I know I need to stop. But he feels so good against me. I can’t bring myself to pull away from him. His fingers. His unrelenting fingers. Swirling along my sensitive clit. He pulls my panties down and leans in closer to my waiting pussy.
And his hot tongue follows his fingers along my clit. Licking and suckling as I wriggle and moan. His fingers finally plunge deep inside. Twisting at the wrist. Grinding as I writhe. I groan and claw at the sand around us.
Still, he licks. And sucks. His tongue dances around my clit while his fingers drill into me.
My eyes roam around the alcove. Before long, we aren’t the only people moaning there. Another couple leans against the alcove wall. His hand as far up her dress as Jackson is with me.
I clench my eyes shut again. Once again, the heat wells up in my core. I grab the back of Jackson head and fist my fingers into his hair. As the muscles in my torso tighten and clamp down, my pussy floods. He moans as he laps up every drop. His hand still grinding against my rocking core.
Before my orgasm finishes, Jackson stop licking. He pulls up closer to me, watching my face against the moonlight as he rides the rest of my orgasm with his fingers. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a condom and groans as we hastily roll it onto his shaft.
He leans back against the wall of the alcove as I climb on. My breasts line up neatly with his hot mouth. A fact he does not let go to waste. As I saddle his cock, he suckles at my breasts. My clit rubs against the base of his cock. I rock my hips. Back and forth. Up and down.
The couple behind us are moaning in time with my hips. But other than that they are nonexistent. I lean back, throwing my head back as I shake and cum all over Jackson’s cock. He rubs his hand up the length of my torso. Groaning and grabbing my ass with his free hand. Until he can’t take anymore.
His orgasm is powerful. He thrusts deep into me, shoving me down onto his cock with all his might. After a couple deep thrusts, he rolls me over onto my back and rams his cock deep into my shivering pussy. With every thrust, his cock stiffens more. I wrap my legs around him and clamp down on him. Pulling him in close and milking him for every drop.
Every. Luscious. Drop.
When he finally finishes, we are both out of breath.
He rolls over, letting his cock slide out of me, and stares at the stars just outside the alcove. The gentle purring of the waves is matched only by the soft hum of the moaning by everyone around us.
“Holy shit,” I whisper between deep breaths.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just can’t believe that I. I mean that we. Nothing. Never mind.”
He rolls back over onto his elbow and plays with my hair.
“I thought these types of parties got banned a couple years ago?” I say.
“No idea,” he whispers as he brushes his lips against the nape of my neck.
“No, seriously,” I gently push him away and straighten out my clothing. “A couple years ago, there were a couple tourists got killed at one of these parties. And the government banned them to save their tourism business.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Getting too serious.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I glance around the alcove. I’m not sure how I can take anything seriously when I’m staring at another man shoving his fingers up one woman’s pussy while another woman sucks on his shaft. “Hey, can we get out of here?”
“You mean leave the party?”
“Just. Go for a walk or something?”
He lets out a sigh and nods. “Sure.” Jackson sits up to adjust himself and tosses the condom aside.
We walked down the beach until we found another, smaller bonfire. Surrounded by a small group of people who were either over their sexual escapades or uninterested in getting those started. They’re sitting around the fire, telling stories and sharing beers.
Much closer to the type of party I had expected to see when I first heard the music. One girl leans into a young man’s embrace, her gaze lost in the firelight. Someone else reaches into a cooler and tosses a couple beers toward Jackson and me.
“Thanks,” Jackson says as he takes a seat by the fire.
I smile and sit down next to Jackson.
“Where is everyone from?” One of the other guys tries to strike up a conversation.
“Well, I live on the main land.” one girl answers.
“I’m from the United States,” another girl answers. “New York.”
Jackson smiles and speaks up. “California,” he says.
“No shit?” I turn to Jackson.
“No shit,” he chuckles.
I’m not sure why I’m so surprised to hear Jackson claim California as his home. I’d seen him every step of my journey since leaving Los Angeles. Yet somehow I hadn’t expected to come all the way to Thailand just to meet someone who lived right down the road from me.
“Where in California?”
“Does it matter?”
“Well, no. I guess not. It’s just that I’m from California. That’s all.”
“California’s pretty big.” Jackson chuckles. “More than one person is bound to be from there.”
“No. That’s not what I meant,” I blush and get tangled in my words.
“Yea, I know you!” One of the other guys by the fire speaks up.
Jackson and I both look over at him. My stomach jumps into my throat.
“What?” I say. My voice cracks.
“Yea. You were on the news.” He’s pointing at me now.
I shake my head and gaze into the fire. A lump catches in my throat and my stomach clenches.
“You’re mistaken,” Jackson answers.
I turn around. My eyes dart from Jackson to the other man. That man stares at Jackson while Jackson stares into the fire. That’s when I realize he isn’t talking to me after all.
“What is he talking about?” I ask in a whisper.
Chapter Fourteen
Jackson shakes his head, as if that will change the subject. “Nothing. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
I glance back over at the other guy, whose smile is now plastered and fake. Visibly confused and trying to sort out his thoughts. “No. No, I’m right. You’re that guy from San Bernardino. Yea, you were all over the news.” He finally turns his gaze away from Jackson and starts talking to the other girls around him. “He was crying and everything. Threatening to sue the police department. Called them all rent-a-douchepigs.”
“That’s enough,” Jackson spits out his words. “I said you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, Cody. Just drop it. He says it’s not him,” the other girl says.
“No, it’s him. He has one of those names. You know? Like a backwards name. His first name is his last name and his last name is his first name or some crazy shit like that. What is it? J
efferson Jacobs or something like that. Right? Come on tell them.”
Jackson grit his teeth. His arm muscles tighten and spasm as he stares into the fire.
“Yea, it’s him. He goes on television acting like such a big man. Threatening to sue the police department and then when the DA tells him he can’t he starts crying like a little bitch!”
Clearly, Cody has no intentions of stopping.
I gaze over at Jackson.
“Knock it off, Cody.” This time the girl rolls her eyes as she asks him to back off.
“Listen to your girl, there, Cody.” Jackson says.
Cody scoffs and tosses his empty beer bottle into the fire. The sand kicks up and catches her in the face.
“What the fuck, Cody.”
“Shut up.”
This time, Jackson scoffs.
“What’s so funny over there?”
“Nothing,” Jackson says. “Absolutely nothing.”
“Fuck you.” Cody stands up and jerks the beer bottle from my hand as he yells at Jackson.
I rub my hand where the glass bent my knuckle the wrong way.
Jackson jumps to his feet. “What the fuck is your problem?”
Cody doesn’t bother answering him with words. He pulls his fist back and launches it at Jackson’s face. His punch connects with Jackson’s jaw and Jackson is thrown back off his feet.
I scramble to get out of the way as Jackson tucks in and rushes Cody. He shoves his shoulder into Cody’s rib cage and pushes him back off his feet.
Cody kicks up, crushing his knee into Jackson’s crotch.
Jackson falls to his knees. Clutching his stomach.
Cody kicks up more sand. “Fucking bitch,” he scoffs as he walks away. He grabs the woman’s hand and pulls her to her feet to follow him before walking off.
After Cody and the other woman walk away from the fire, I crawl over to Jackson to check on him. His cheeks are flushed and he’s holding his breath.
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