Belize: Bad Boys on the Beach Book Two

by Kimberly Fox

  “This tight little pussy is going to explode on my tongue, then I’m going to slide inside you and fuck you until you come on my dick.”

  I try to answer but I can’t talk. Whines and moans come instead of words and sentences. I can only speak in vowels.

  My heart is racing and I’m flooded with a glorious warmth. This guy is doing things to me that I didn’t think were possible. I’ve always had trouble reaching orgasm but we’re just getting started and he already has me on the verge of release.

  His words are as good as his foreplay and they’re bringing me to another level. No one has ever talked dirty to me like this before and it’s making me crazy.

  “Ready to come on my mouth?” he asks, sliding another finger inside me, making me lightheaded. The words get stuck in my throat and I nod. “Answer me,” he orders in a calm, controlled voice. “Are. You. Ready. To come on my mouth?”

  “Yes,” I spit out in a desperate moan.

  “Louder,” he says.

  “YES!” I cry out. “I want to come on you.”

  “Good,” he whispers before dipping his head back down. He groans as his tongue and lips get back to work. All my nerves and self-conscious thoughts float away with his touch. I can’t think of anything besides the warm sensation of his silky tongue on my throbbing pussy as he devours me.

  Chase grabs my hips and pulls me hard against his mouth and I’m so close. “Fuck,” I moan, grabbing my breasts and rolling my fingers over my hard nipples. I’m in heaven.

  He pulls away for a second and takes a breath as he looks at me with his chin covered in my juices. “You taste even better than you smell,” he says in a growl. “Come on my mouth and let me drink you in.”

  When he touches his lips to me this time, my head shoots back, feeling like my neck is going to snap. He grips me harder, coaxing the orgasm out of me. It’s coming. It feels like a tight ball inside me waiting to unravel. He lets out a primal growl as he eats me and the feral sound is enough to yank me over the edge.

  I come and it’s blinding. The tight ball unravels in a flood of warmth and shivers, and when my hearing comes back I hear myself screaming Chase’s name. My fingers are curled around his hair in a vicious fist as I gasp for air that won’t seem to come into my heaving lungs.

  The pleasure comes in waves, crashing through me with varying intensity as Chase drinks it all up. The conflicted emotions of wanting him all week but not wanting to get hurt, the frustration, the desire, the hunger all wash away with the intense waves.

  The orgasm is still flowing through me when he postures up and climbs on top of me with his cock in his hand.

  He kisses my neck as he glides the head of his cock up my throbbing pussy lips and traces the entrance of my hole before gently pushing inside me. I’m already so wet and he still feels enormous.

  Chase grunts in my ear as he pushes in, filling me completely.

  “Fuck, your pussy is tight,” he whispers into my ear. “How does my big cock feel in your little pussy?”

  “So good,” I whisper between gasps. But it’s better than good.

  He thrusts all the way inside me as my breasts press against his hard chest. His hands are dug deep in my thick curly hair as he pushes his cock in and out with his strong hips.

  The orgasm finally fades as he lowers his mouth to my breasts and takes a nipple into his mouth.

  I thought this vacation was going to be lonely but this is fucking amazing. It can’t get better than this with Chase’s perfect cock in me, his tongue on my breasts and his rugged intoxicating smell making me lightheaded.

  He postures up on jacked arms as he smiles that sexy smile of his. “Alright little doggy,” he says, pulling out of me and making me whine. “Stick that ass in the air for me.”

  I’m panting hard as I climb onto my hands and knees and thrust my ass in the air, doing as I’m told. He slides his hands over my cheeks and spreads them. I gasp, sudden and unexpected as he leans down and gives my pussy a long lick. I’m way too sensitive for that and I jerk my hips away. He laughs as he postures up with his dick in his hand and slides it back in me where it belongs.

  “God, you’re hot,” he says as he grabs my ass cheeks with a hard grip. “Look at that fine ass in the air with your gorgeous cheeks spread. I can fuck you all night.”

  I drop my head to the pillow and whine into it as he pounds me from behind. My mouth opens as my face twists into a grimace but no sound comes out. My voice feels like it’s stuck in my chest.

  “You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he says, his thrusts coming harder and harder. His thighs smack against mine with every drive of his hips.

  “You wanted to fuck me under that waterfall today, didn’t you?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I admit.

  “You wanted to fuck me on the beach that first night when you saw my cock, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “You wanted to suck it.”

  I close my eyes as my pussy tightens around his cock. I’m going to come again. “I did.”

  I gasp in shock as he pulls out of me. My head whips over my shoulder in frustration. He’s holding his wet cock and grinning. “Than suck it,” he commands. “Lick your pussy juices off my dick.”

  I turn and take his dick in my mouth, opening my throat as far as it will go. I lap up my juices with a greedy tongue as he moans above me. He’s so hard and so big.

  “How do you taste?” he asks with a voice that sounds like thunder.

  “Mmmm,” I moan as I trace my tongue up his shaft.

  “I can’t hear you,” he says in a stern voice.

  “Good,” I say, sucking him harder.

  “No,” he says, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling it away from my face so that he can get a better view of my mouth on him. “You taste fucking amazing. I want some more.”

  He lies down on the bed and grabs my hips. He lifts me up easily and pulls me down over his mouth. I’m still gripping his cock as my spread pussy is only inches from his face.

  “What a view,” he says as I use my saliva to jerk him off. “I’ll take this over an ocean view any day.”

  His tongue is back on me and it’s even more intense than before. His tongue is so fast and wet that I can’t breathe. I just hold his cock in my hand and grimace as his mouth works. Shit, it feels so good.

  “What feels better?” he asks after he’s got me dripping wet again. “My tongue or my cock?”

  Talk about an impossible question. They both feel amazing.

  “Which one?” he asks before dragging his silky tongue up my folds, sending warm shivers into my stomach. His tongue feels heavenly but his cock is magical.

  “Your cock,” I moan as he licks me again. There’s just nothing that can compare to getting fully stuffed.

  He lifts me off and pushes himself up. “Then on your knees and let me give you what you want. Let me fill up that hot wet pussy of yours.”

  I get back on my knees and grab the headboard for support. I’m going to need it.

  “I’m going to stuff that cunt and pound you until you come all over my cock,” he says, kneeling behind me.

  My body goes tense as I prepare for it. I’m so wet that he glides it in easily and my body relaxes back down.

  He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back like he’s riding a horse.

  “You like getting fucked by a SEAL?” he asks as he thrusts harder and faster. The heat and stimulation are so intense that it’s almost painful.

  “I love it,” I say gripping the headboard with white knuckles. “It’s the best.”

  “You want my cum in you?”

  “Yes,” I moan as I feel an orgasm rushing forward to drown me again.

  “Say it louder,” he commands.

  “YES!” I scream.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I want you to fill me with your cum,” I holler as the unstoppable orgasm surges forward, fast and uncontrollable. I grit my teeth as it hits and
lights every nerve in my body on fire. The headboard feels like it’s going to snap in my hand as I scream out until my lungs burn. My back arches and my body shakes in convulsions as Chase thrusts deep inside me one last time and fills me with his cum.

  He grunts and falls off me, collapsing on the bed with glazed over eyes.

  My legs are trembling under me and my heart is pounding like an out of control jackhammer. I drop to the soft sheets and groan. I’m exhausted.

  “How was that?” he asks after we both float down from our incredible highs.

  I roll onto my side and trace my finger down the deep ridges of his abs. “Mediocre,” I say with a playful grin.

  He looks down at me and smile. “I’ll do better next time.”

  “I think my heart will explode if you do any better than that,” I say, putting my hand on my chest. It’s still pounding away.

  He grins. “Then you better put a cardiologist on hold because we’re going again in a few minutes.”

  I laugh thinking he’s joking but he looks completely serious.

  I’m in for a wild night.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cynthia

  Day Four

  I admire Chase’s hard ass as he walks to the bathroom. The sun is rising over the spectacular ocean through the window with the palm trees swaying lazily in the breeze and the pelicans diving for fish. And I don’t give a shit. No view is better than Chase’s bare ass.

  “Get ready,” he calls out from the bathroom. “Round five is coming in a minute.”

  Oh God. I could barely handle round four. He’s fucked my pussy raw.

  I stretch out in the soft bed feeling the soreness in between my legs from when he spread my legs farther apart than they are used to spreading. This man is an animal in bed and if we keep going at this pace for the rest of the week I’ll be rolling onto the plane in a wheelchair.

  I close my legs tightly and moan as I feel his warm seed leak down the inside of my thigh. “Can you bring back some Kleenex?” I ask.

  “Beside the night table,” he answers.

  “What is Kleenex doing beside the bed?” I ask with a laugh as I reach down looking for them. “You don’t have a runny nose.”

  “I had to do something after seeing you in that yellow dress, and black dress, and bikini,” he says as the toilet flushes.

  “You remember every outfit?” I ask pulling up the duffel bag and looking underneath.

  “It’s in the spank bank. For good.”

  The Kleenex box is under a Ziploc bag. I gasp when I pull it up. There are a ton of syringes and bottles of pills stuffed inside.

  Is this heroin?

  There are prescription labels all over everything with Chase Taylor printed on the labels in block letters. For a torn meniscus.

  So his knee is injured. But how bad?

  The toilet flushes and I stuff the bag back down there before he comes out and sees me with it. He seems to be super sensitive about his knee for some reason and I don’t want to ruin our first morning together as a couple.

  If we are actually a couple. There’s still a lot to figure out.

  He steps out of the bathroom as naked as the first night on the beach. Only this time he’s in the light and I can stare at his long cock hanging down between his legs for as long as I want. I don’t have to settle for quick glances when he’s not looking. I can look at it up close if I want to and by the look in his eye as he walks over I’m about to.

  “Again?” I ask, hiding my naked body under the soft sheets.

  He strokes his cock softly and it gets hard in his hand. “Again.”

  I hold the white bed sheet up and wave it around like a white flag. “I surrender. You win.”

  “Great,” he says, climbing on the bed. “Time to claim my spoils of war.”

  “Put the sword away,” I say, kissing his lips. “Let’s get some pancakes first. I’m starving.”

  “Me too,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck. “But I’m hungry for you.”

  “Well, I’m hungry for pancakes,” I say, laughing as I wiggle out of his grasp. I jump out of bed and he rolls over watching me as I get my clothes.

  “You are so beautiful,” he says with wandering eyes. “I want to wake up to your naked body every morning.”

  We only have three more days. The thought almost brings tears to my eyes but I manage to hold them back and smile instead.

  “Are you always this…”

  “Horny?”

  “Yeah,” I say with a laugh.

  “No.” He looks like he means it. “You bring out the beast in me.”

  I toss my bra and shorts back onto the chair and strut over to the bed. His eyes light up as I approach. “What are you doing?” he asks.

  I climb onto the bed and glide my open palm up his hard cock as I kiss him. “Fuck the pancakes.”

  “This is so good,” I say with a mouthful of pancake. I’m fucking starving after all of that fucking.

  “It looks good,” Chase says with a smile. “I can see it all in your teeth.”

  I don’t care. Maple syrup has never tasted so delicious.

  We got here at the buffet just in time. They were about to close up and switch to lunch. It’s almost noon and we just got out of the room. It’s okay. I’d trade tanning and beach for a sex marathon with Chase any day.

  Now that I’ve been fucked silly and have food in my stomach I’m starting to think clearly again. I have a lot of questions on my mind but one really big one.

  “Were you serious last night about wanting a relationship?” I ask, trying to sound casual but the crack in my voice is betraying me. “It’s okay if it was just the alcohol talking. I won’t be upset.” Much.

  He watches me as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do I look like a guy who goes back on his word?”

  “You look like a guy who’s going to Iraq in a few days. For what? Months? Years?”

  His shoulders drop and he looks away.

  “You’re going back, right?”

  He calls the waitress over and asks for a refill of coffee. Is he going to answer my question?

  “Chase,” I say. “I just want to know what I’m in for with you.”

  The waitress interrupts us as she pours the coffee. A tightness settles in my chest as I wait for her to leave. Something tells me that getting answers from this guy won’t be easy.

  “Thank you,” he says as the waitress leaves. Her eyes linger on him as she walks away.

  “Do you want to go to the beach or the pool?” he asks.

  Is this guy for real?

  “Are you going back to Iraq?” I ask.

  “Of course,” he says, his voice getting hard. “I’m a Navy SEAL.”

  “It’s just,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Do you have a torn meniscus? How are you going to go back with a knee injury?”

  He glares at me like I just reached across the table and slapped him. “I’m a Navy SEAL. End of story.”

  I look down at my pancakes and am suddenly not hungry anymore.

  “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice softening. “I’m just going through some stuff and I’m not ready to talk about it, okay?”

  I nod feeling a heaviness flood my eyes. Do not cry in front of him.

  “Let’s just enjoy the week together and we’ll see what happens,” he says, touching my arm and rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

  “Alright,” I say, forcing out a smile. I always like things planned. Maybe I should try to be a little bit more relaxed and spontaneous.

  “Look at that,” Chase says, laughing as he points out the window.

  Stephanie is walking with Aaron through the resort. They’re both furiously scratching the dozens of mosquito bites all over their arms and legs. She looks pissed.

  I lower my head as she passes, as if that’s going to be any help. We’re the last two people in the restaurant.

  “Well, she didn’t get eaten by a jaguar,” Chase says. “We can’t
win them all.”

  I laugh. “There’s still a chance that a shark will get her.”

  She storms off with Aaron following like a lost puppy heading straight for the honeymoon suites where Tanya and Ethan are staying.

  “I’m scared,” I say feeling a rolling in my stomach. She’s not the type to let something like this slide.

  “Do you still have that pepper spray?” Chase asks.

  I shake my head. “It was all a bluff. I don’t have any.”

  “Well, then we’re screwed.”

  It’s a lazy day full of sleeping, swimming, and drinking when Tanya rushes down to the beach in a frenzy.

  “My dress,” she says. Her trembling hands are covering her mouth. “It’s gone.”

  “What?” Megan asks, jumping up.

  Tanya lowers her head and breaks out into sobs. The next few lines are incoherent but she’s saying something about how she left it hanging up in her closet and it’s gone.

  “Where’s Ethan?” Chase asks, “maybe he took it to the dry cleaners or something?”

  “It’s never been worn, Chase,” Megan snaps. “Why would he have it cleaned?”

  “Just go ask him,” Chase says. “He’s always doing stuff like that.”

  “Really?” Tanya asks, her sobbing finally stopping enough for her to breathe. “He’s at the gym.”

  Megan wraps her arms around her shoulders. “Let’s go ask,” she says to her best friend. “Superman will know what to do.”

  “I’ll go with you guys,” I say standing up.

  Chase grabs my arm and pulls me back down onto the beach chair. He subtly shakes his head when I look at him.

  “Actually, I better stay here in case Ethan comes back early,” I say.

  “What is it?” I ask when Megan and Tanya are out of earshot.

  “There’s only one person who would take that dress,” he says, motioning to the ocean. Stephanie is bobbing in the water watching Tanya and Megan with a creepy smile on her face. “Let’s go check her room.”

  We hurry over to her building and Chase stands in front of the balconies looking up. She’s on the third floor and the door is locked.

  “We can try to get the key out of her bag,” I say, looking around.