by Cat Porter
No response.
“Tricia? Are you there?”
“Just…speechless. Give me a sec.”
“Get over it, and get on it.”
She laughed.
Rashid was interested and wanted to talk.
After three weeks together in London, Adri, Marko, and I jetted directly to the Ionian island of Zakynthos where Alessio met us with a motorboat to take us to Rashid’s private island retreat.
We met Rashid who gave us the complete tour. Alessio and Marko wandered on the property while Adri and I discussed details with Rashid. Afterwards, he left us on the sandy shore to discuss on our own. Alessio and Marko found us on the sweeping stone terrace which led out to the beach.
“This place is insane!” said Marko, dragging a hand through his long hair.
Alessio rested an arm on Marko’s shoulder. “And what do you two think?” he asked.
What did we think?
Complete privacy and an extensive monitored alarm system to rival any other on a small uninhabited island. Twenty bedrooms and almost every detail plated in gold. A huge formal dining room, a grand staircase, commercial kitchen. Marble everywhere. Pristine beaches, natural coves, ancient olive orchards, a citrus grove, landscaped garden with pine trees, towering cypress trees, idyllic palm trees—the urge to fuck my woman in every location had me licking at my bottom lip, cock twitching.
Alessio interrupted my reverie. “Will it do for the club?”
Adri’s eyes danced and she let out a warm laugh as she squeezed my hand.
I said, “It’s perfect.”
After speaking more with Rashid and Alessio, Adri, Marko, and I headed back to Zakynthos where we boarded the family plane for Mykonos. We’d have a few days to ourselves before Elektra’s concert. Then Adri’s parents would be arriving the following week for a short vacation before Marko had to return to London to start school.
We arrived on the “Island of the Winds” and a waiting taxi brought us to the house. The moment I stepped inside the roomy, airy structure, I was rendered speechless. It wasn’t just the incredible view of that infinite Aegean blue from the open portico which wrapped around the house. It was…everything.
The polar opposite of the historical aristocratic house in Andros, this house was a sprawling flat roofed and whitewashed set of stone cubes—a contemporary castle of stark white walls and earthy accents of raw stone and wood. All simple austerity and organic, sleek forms etched into an arid bluff overlooking the Aegean. The sharp, pure white color of this and all the buildings on Mykonos deflected the scorching rays of the intense sun but was also an arresting contrast to the rich blue of the sea. Stimulating, relaxing all at once.
It may have been simpler and much less varnished in style than Petros and Liana’s lavish, elegant house in Athens, but there was nothing plain or unsophisticated about this house. Furniture made of textured, organic materials, the hushed blue and gray color tones of the walls and accessories, the long, diaphanous white curtains swelling in the breeze, the pale polished marble floors, and the few pieces of art, the infinity pool stretching out over the bluff and taking me with it—all of it seamlessly created a soothing, tranquil aesthetic.
But it all came down to that sea, always that sea. It hovered, embraced. The sea was the guest, the star, the soundtrack. The sea was the soul of this house. I stood rooted to the spot in the center of the great room, my entire body breathing in the Aegean, the air, the light.
“What do you think?” Adri came up behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist.
I only leaned back into her, taking in a deep breath, my hand clasping her arm which tightened around me.
Marko promptly put on his bathing suit and parked himself in one of the many pale wood sun loungers around the pool out back in the outdoor living area overlooking the sea. He stacked three paperbacks on the low table at his side and plugged himself into his iPod.
“Marko’s got the right idea,” I said.
The three of us spent the entire afternoon swimming and pool lounging. When the heat got too much, we retreated to the shade of the wooden canopy where we flopped on oversized rattan sofas gloriously padded with huge white pillows. Siesta time.
That night, after a dinner of grilled fish, hand cut potatoes fried in olive oil, and a tomato and onion salad all prepared in the outdoor kitchen by the chef and Magda, the housekeeper, an exhausted Marko tracked off to bed early. Adri led me to a lounger by the now lit pool where we finished a bottle of fantastic white wine from Santorini. We stargazed and kissed and felt each other up like teenagers.
Adri turned her head toward the house. “We’re finally alone.”
“Are we?” My eyes closed and I let loose a long sigh.
“The lights inside the house are off. Magda’s gone home.”
“Hmm.”
A hand squeezed my stiff cock that had already tented my shorts, and I chuckled, my eyes popping open.
Adri straddled me. “Marko’s bedroom is on the opposite end of the house from here.” She undid the button on my shorts, my zipper. A warm eager hand slid under my boxer briefs and found a very grateful cock. “Oh yes,” she murmured, her lips brushing mine. “I feel like it’s been forever since we—”
“I fucked you this morning, didn’t I?” My tongue lashed at her lips and she let out a soft hiss. “Woke you up bright and early with this tongue between your legs and then—”
“Yes, yes.” An evil grin blazed over her lips as she cupped my balls.
“Shit.” My muscles clenched.
“But that was over fourteen hours ago, my love. Take off your shirt.”
I complied, tossing my Polo shirt to the ground. “Shameless girl. It must be the sun here, the fresh air, the wine.”
“Must be.” Her face slanted over mine and she took my mouth, devouring me. She ripped off her blouse, chucked her bra, stood up and shimmied out of her cut off jeans which revealed a panty that was nothing more than a web of dainty, silk, pink straps stretched over her pussy, slung low on her hips.
“Whatever you do, do not take off that fucking thong,” my voice growled.
“Do you like it? I bought it and others especially for this trip. For you.”
The feral urge to bury my face between her legs overwhelmed me, and I grabbed at her hips.
“Óxi, óxi.”
She pushed me back on the lounger and tugged on my shorts and, helping her, we got them off me. She sat back, her fingernails tracing lines on my legs, her nipples delectable pebbles I needed in my mouth.
“That’s better. Now show me how much you like my knickers, Turo.”
My flesh heated under her hungry, expectant gaze, and I took hold of my cock and stroked, my eyes holding her gleaming ones. My strokes grew rougher, quicker, my tip engorged, wet. Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip as her hand kneaded a breast. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She wanted to kill me tonight.
And I would let her.
On a grunt she pushed my hand away and took my cock in her mouth. “Damn, baby…”
She sucked me long and slow, faster, harder. I dug my fingers in her beautiful hair, my head reeling back against the lounger. Her mouth released me with a sucking pop, and my lungs crushed together as she climbed on top of me. I yanked the damp panty to the side and she tucked my cock inside her, filling herself with me in one rocking move.
Majestic.
“Ah fuck…”
Adri rode me, rode me, and I worshipped her there under the stars. The incremental strokes of my cock, my fingers, my filthy words lifted her, fed her, met her every demand. My goddess claimed what she wanted, bestowing on me the gift of her radiance, her rapture, her. I drowned in her, I breathed her in. We soared.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, skin to skin, our rough breaths finally slowed down. Fuck yeah had just met tranquility.
“I love you, Adri.”
“I love you,” she said quietly, her voice raw, and her murmured Greek words that followed caress
ed my skin.
We dozed off and were awakened by the Cycladic wind whipping at our damp bodies. We stretched out and dove into the swimming pool.
“Ah, that feels so good.” I kissed her as we paddled in the water.
“I need ice cream,” she said. “Don’t you need ice cream?”
I let out a laugh. “Yeah, I do actually.”
We got out of the pool and dried ourselves with towels and headed to the outdoor kitchen naked. She opened the fridge and grabbed a small carton from the freezer and opened it.
Her eyes lit up. “Parfait. My favorite.”
“Parfait?”
“Ice cream, but richer, thicker.” She grabbed a spoon. “Élla, try.” Adri scooped up a spoonful of the vanilla dotted with nuts and brought it toward my mouth. The ice cream slid off the spoon and landed on her tit, a splatter on her thigh.
“Oh, baby, that’s too bad.” I chuckled and sucked it off her breast, pinching the underside, my lips taking in her hardened nipple and she cried out. “That. Is. Extraordinary. Parfait,” I said, my tongue grazing her nipple over and over.
“And that is an extraordinary tongue,” her voice was breathless. “More?”
“Yes, please.” I lifted her up on the marble kitchen island, held her leg open, and lifting my gaze to her blazing one, lapped at the ice-cream on her thigh.
She leaned back and shook the spoon over her tummy. Drips of creamy white pooled on flesh. “Oops.”
I grabbed the small carton of parfait from her and put it on the counter. “Lay back.”
Her eyes flashed and she immediately laid down. Taking a long, thin kitchen towel from the counter, I twisted it around her wrists, bringing her fingers to the faucet behind her on the small sink. “Hold onto the faucet and don’t let go.”
She licked her lips as her fingers wrapped around the faucet, her luscious tits at attention. I put another towel over her eyes, tucking it under her head, and she let out a low moan. The light illuminating the swimming pool created a luminous glow over her flesh. My chest heated as I admired my nymph splayed out for me on her island altar.
“Turo?” she breathed, her back arching.
“Shh.” I dipped the spoon into the icy cold dessert and brought the back of the spoon, coated in ice cream, over her swollen clit, applying pressure, rubbing her. She cried out at the cold shock, the unlikely friction, her pelvis rocking, and I nipped at her wet pussy lips, lapped at the ice cream dripping between her legs. I scooped more parfait into the spoon and ate.
“So good.” She moaned as I scooped up more and brought it to her mouth.
“Lick.”
She did, ravenously. I kissed her, licking the ice cream from her lips, her tongue searching for mine.
I dipped the spoon in the parfait again and repeated the stroking around her nipples. My licking and sucking.
Her body shuddered, she panted, “Oh, Turo, oh, Turo…”
“Do not let go of that faucet, Lovely.”
I offered the spoon, touching it to her lips but pulled it back from her mouth. Her tongue fluttered to reach it, her back arching off the marble. A rush of heat engulfed me. Desperate for me. Begging for me.
Dribbling the last of the parfait over her writhing body, I licked, suckled, nipped, and finger fucked her until she came. I brought my ice cream and Adri-covered fingers to her lips.
“Suck on me.”
She sucked hard, and my balls tightened painfully as her teeth grazed my fingers, the wet, tense suction of her mouth unbearable. Positioning myself between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs, I nudged my tip at her entrance, sliding my shaft up and down her wet.
“You want ice cream, baby or you want cock?”
“Give me that—”
I thrust deep, and jagged gasps ripped from us both. Pinning her legs up high, I pumped into her wildly until we both came.
“You’ve exhausted me, woman.”
“I can’t move,” she whispered, her head rolling to the side, the towel falling from her face. “I can’t.”
“You have to, sweetheart.” I chuckled, biting the inside of her knee. “Get us to your bedroom.”
She laughed.
The next morning I detected the maid stifling a smirk with a huge grin as she served us our iced freddos on the patio. It all came back to me. Adri and I had neglected to clean up the outdoor kitchen island after our parfait fest, and we’d left our clothes and towels strewn on the ground by the pool.
Oh well.
60
Turo
Alessio arrived in Mykonos as did Tricia, the two of them staying at a resort nearby. Marko had a couple of good friends over to swim in the pool and have lunch, while Adri and I, Alessio, and Tricia discussed business in the small dining room inside the house. Rashid’s island paradise was a go ahead, and we were planning on all the details of our premiere event set for next May.
Tricia was all set to cast the right escorts for the club and would communicate with contacts in New York and Paris to find the right men and women along with two she had in mind from our Chicago stable.
“I really like the name,” said Tricia, shutting down her laptop.
“Me too,” said Alessio.
“Good. Club Dionysus, it is,” I said.
“I’ll do a few sketches of a Greek “D” for the logo and the necklace, and I’ll email you,” said Alessio.
“Don’t forget,” said Adriana, “one as a sign of their membership and their pledge of privacy, the other on a very long, strong chain for activities.”
“I won’t forget, Adri. Trust me,” said Alessio with a wink, pushing his chair back from the table. “Tricia and I are going back to the hotel to get ready for the concert. We’ll see you there.”
“Yes, we’ll see you there,” said Adri.
We showered and changed, and Marko was at the front door waiting for us. Dressed in black jeans and high tops, a black graphic tee, his long hair in his face. “I changed my mind. I want to go to the concert with you.”
“Really?”
He hadn’t wanted to do much since we’d arrived but stay home. He hadn’t come with us for lunch in town or to a beach club yesterday or the day before.
He shrugged in that Greek way that said, isn’t it obvious? “It’s Elektra. You don’t miss a live of Elektra’s.”
“That’s right, you don’t.” Adri smiled huge. “Let’s go then.”
We made it to the Delfini Beach Club which was crawling with people and loud as fuck. We found Tricia, Alessio, and Rashid and his friends at a table. Many people came over to Adri and took pictures with her. Adri introduced me and Tricia to most of them, Tricia making notes in her Blackberry and conferring with Adri. Marko and I sat together and sipped on sodas. He seemed uneasy at first in the crowd, but then he settled, especially when a friend of his came over and sat with us.
Thunderous applause and cheering roared through the club as Elektra took the stage. Electric guitars and synths exploded and her strong voice filled the air. Her energy was off the charts. She was a remarkable, athletic performer, prancing on the stage, her incredible voice piercing our hearts. Her joy in reaching out to her fans was palpable. She gave her audience everything, singing a mix of her own original rock ballads and pop hits, and many Greek classics, from what Marko told me, for over two hours to a thrilled, throbbing crowd, all of them on their feet, swaying, dancing and singing along. Arm in arm, Adri and Marko sang together.
“She is hot as fuck!” Alessio whooped and applauded.
After her final set, Elektra found us, and the photographers in her wake swarmed her and Adri and Alessio, the three of them showing off their new Alessio jewelry. Alessio kept his arm tightly wrapped around Elektra holding her close as the lights flashed over them, talking in her ear as she laughed. After, I asked Adri if Elektra was still seeing that young actor.
“No, that’s over. I think Alessio may be in for a good time tonight.”
“Here’s hoping,” I quipped.
Adri turned her face up at me, the flashes of light washing over her beautiful, relaxed smile, gleaming in her eyes. Color and brilliance. My lovely, lovely girl.
She kissed me, her lips whispering against mine, “Take me home.”
The next day Adri’s parents arrived in Mykonos to celebrate her birthday.
“You’re positive you don’t want to go out for dinner, darling?” Liana asked, settling into one of the easy chairs in the shaded outdoor living area, her gaze darting to the outdoor kitchen where Chef Pavlo and Magda were busy grilling and arranging dishes.
“I’m positive,” Adri replied, handing her mother an iced tea. “I chose the menu with Chef Pavlo and we’re all set. I’d much rather we stay here and enjoy ourselves. I want you all to myself.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” said Petros sipping his glass of beer, his eyes on Marko who was swimming laps in the pool. “How’s Marko been doing?”
“Very good,” said Adri. “He’s been staying here mostly, reading, swimming, listening to his music. He and Turo play that Playstation all the time. A few of his friends have been over, and he came with us to Elektra’s concert last night.”
“Did he?” Liana said, eyes widening. “Did he enjoy himself or—”
“He had fun, he really did,” I said.
“Thank God,” she let out a breath.
I caught Adri’s gaze and, clearing my throat, I stood. “Adriana and I have news to share with you.” Adri came over to me, a hand sliding around my bicep.
“News?” Petros said, removing his sunglasses. Liana slanted her head at us.
“I’ve asked Adri to marry me—”
“And I said yes,” Adri said.
“That’s wonderful!” Petros stood and Adri hugged him. He extended a hand to me and we shook.