Slightly Sinful

by Yvette Hines

  Looking down the table, she noticed the smile on the latecomer’s face and followed the curve of his lips to his eyes. His gaze steady, he now observed her and placed a spoonful of spicy lobster bisque into his mouth. He’d witnessed her clumsy antics.

  Great. He probably thinks I’m a nincompoop.

  Demetrius gave a slight tug to her arm, reminding her they were headed outside with the others. Needing to escape her own buffoonery, she allowed Demetrius to lead her through the open patio door, and denied herself one last glimpse over her shoulder.

  ~YH~

  The riotous game of water volleyball quickly became a sport of fondling and heavy petting. The game had begun with swimsuits, but everyone’s garments were presently on their way to the Keys or further south.

  She lost count of how many times someone touched her breast or tweaked her nipple. Not sure how she felt about the multiple male attention, she did her best to utilize evasive tactics. Demetrius’ quick hands rendered her topless. Giggling, she made it a point to keep away from him before he divested her of her bottoms as well.

  Slinking away, she and Pam had found a secluded place for a little peace. She removed the remainder of her suit, loving the unusual warmth of the water. She was feeling so uninhibited now she didn’t even care. The combination of the man in the dining room and the petting, her body had become sensitive to every sensation. She needed time away from all the revelry before she found herself having sex with the first man who offered.

  “I can’t remember the last time I went skinny dipping.” Delilah relaxed back in the water as vast moonless sky stretched overhead, the darkness barely broken by multiple tiki lamps in the white sandy shore. The warm Bahamian ocean caressed her nude body. “I forgot how good it felt.”

  “Yes, it does.” Pamela kicked softly in the water as other people moved in and out of the cove.

  In the glow from shore, she had a distorted view of the other guests' sexual play.

  “This night isn’t going to last but so long and I plan to enjoy every moment of it. So, as nice as this is, I’m going to leave you, my friend, for something thick and hard.” Pamela splashed, sending a stream of water across the small inlet.

  Shrieking at her friend, Delilah wiped droplets from her face. “Enjoy. I just need a few more moments and I’ll be along.”

  “Daniel is finally alone. I’ll see you later.” Her voice filled with delight, Pamela swam away.

  Not disturbed at all that her friend abandoned her for a rich, good-looking man, Delilah continued to float along the water, an occasional movement of her arms allowing her to stay within the cove.

  When her head bumped into something, she assumed she got too close to one of the smooth boulders on the edge of the small bay. Preparing to steer away, she wasn’t ready to feel hands on her waist, halting her as a person propelled out of the water. Strong hands held her backside pressed against a solid male form.

  Demetrius found me.

  “You looked too captivating over here all alone.” The voice was husky with a hint of an accent that wasn't Texan.

  Not Demetrius.

  She attempted to face him, but the vise grip on her waist prevented it. “So, don’t I get to know who’s intruded in my secret garden?”

  His chuckle, rich and masculine, rumbled through his chest and against her back before it ever left his mouth.

  “No.” Pulling her tighter to him, he spoke in low tones next to her ear, the accent Latin, possibly Spanish. “My only purpose now is to bring you to the screaming climax you have been yearning for since this evening began.”

  Cocky as hell, aren’t we? “What makes you think I’m in the mood for an orgasm, or that I’ll even scream?”

  He sent another vibration along her spine as the hair on his legs tickled her thighs and calves.

  “Oh, you will.” His tongue glided down the curve of her shoulder. “You’ve been aroused since the volleyball game. Hmm, maybe before that.” A single palm slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. “Your nipples are very distinctive when they’re erect.”

  Her breath hitched as he compressed the distended tip. “It’s the air and the water, rather than an internal need.” She denied the evidence, enjoying the word play with her faceless stranger.

  He nipped the skin below her ear, causing her to lean her head to the side, giving him better access.

  “And earlier tonight at dinner?” He spoke against her skin. “Every man could see them poking through your top as if they were pleading for someone to free them. You had half the men jerking off under the table.”

  It was her turn to laugh. Her mystery man was observant. Her arousal had increased at dinner when she watched the man who’d arrived late. The man at dinner, the strong silent type, had caused her imagination to roam in various erotic fantasies. Pamela could have her Silverman. She wanted that man. Or this one would do for now. While the volleyball games had gone on, she’d looked for him but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Thinking of him now caused her thighs to ache.

  “Just the excitement of the island.” Clearing her mind, she relaxed against the man with her now as the water lapped against their bodies.

  “Is that so?” His hand moved down her belly until it reached her sex. “Let’s just see.” His tongue laved the skin of her neck and shoulder as his fingers parted her swollen lips, toyed with her stiff clitoris. Venturing further, he discovered her slick heat.

  Delilah couldn’t resist parting her legs to give him better access. Her desire from earlier had come back full force.

  One of his fingers stroked her as he whispered, “If I’m to believe your words that you haven’t been aroused…” He caressed deeper down her folds.

  She arched her pelvis toward his hand, wanting more. Not giving a damn that he knew how turned on she had become.

  “Then all this is because of me. Hmm, I like that.” His thick finger entered her, pushing deep inside, while his palm ground against her clit.

  Delilah grabbed his hand still massaging her breast as she joined in, squeezing his hand and arching her ass into his hard cock. “Now that you know, what do you plan to do about it?”

  He rammed a second finger inside of her and pumped them fiercely in and out of her core causing her to melt against him. She had forgotten about treading water, his kicking legs now keeping them afloat.

  “I wonder what other talents you have with that sassy mouth.” His hands continued to torment her with pleasure.

  Her mind was cloudy with desire. It took everything in her power to hold off her orgasm. “I’m more than willing to show you.” Give you a sample of this kind of torture.

  “Later.”

  They were moving. At first, she thought she was becoming delirious, but his strong legs kicked as his hands gave her no peace. When they arrived deeper into the curve of the inlet, he stopped them next to a boulder. She felt soft granules of the seafloor under her feet.

  Removing their joined hands from her breast, he placed her hands on the rock. Delilah noticed the slight difference of their skin in the torchlight, hers pale compared to the deep tan of his.

  “Hold on,” he instructed.

  Delilah kept her palm pressed against the rock.

  Both of his hands, now free, slid down her back then caressed her butt before moving between her thighs and parting them.

  Her heart somersaulted as she thought of what he planned to do next.

  “Have you ever been with a man who could hold his breath underwater for four full minutes?”

  Instantly she began panting and her mind drew a vivid picture of the benefit of such an ability. “No.”

  “Well, my beauty, there is a first time for everything.”

  That was the last thing he said before he began giving her little kisses down her spine. She felt the difference on her skin once his lips breached the water.

  Can he really do this?

  She gazed across the small ocean waves and spotted other couples in the water. No one pa
id them any mind.

  A kiss on each round cheek, then he was there, his broad shoulders wedged between her legs, fingers separating her nether lips and then his tongue brushed against her.

  From the first contact, her knees were in danger of buckling. He proved his skills in the art of oral sex as he licked her. Holding her hips in place, flush to his face. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

  “Ohh…” she moaned through parted lips. The tension in her stomach built, flames sparked inside, pushing her toward an orgasm.

  Releasing her clit, his tongue swirled up and down as she rotated her hips, following his movements. Her nails dug into the surface of the rock as she tried to hold back, not wanting the sensation to end.

  He must have sensed she fought against her climax because he glided the length of his tongue inside her core, tasting the liquid heat of her essence. Looking down into the clear water, she found herself arrested by his intense gaze on her. She could only see the ebony color of his hair and his mystifying eyes as his mouth worked her pussy. But the impact still had the same effect. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen.

  Refusing to give her any mercy, the tip of his finger pressed into the puckered opening of her ass. Double fucking was one of her favorites and it took her over the edge. Her release slammed into her, causing her body to tense then shudder.

  Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit down onto her bottom lip, attempting to muffle the scream that would have pierced the night. In the haze of ecstasy, she felt the final flick of his tongue, then nothing.

  When her senses calmed to a subtle pulsing, she looked down into the water to find him gone. She turned. No one was there.

  She smiled when she heard splashing coming toward her.

  “Lila, will you come on. Everyone else left the water already.” Pamela’s voice greeted her.

  Facing her friend, she stifled her disappointment. Past Pamela’s shoulder, she tried to catch a glimpse of someone leaving the water. Nothing. “I guess we need to sneak into the house to find something to wear.”

  “No we don’t.” Pamela led the way out, treading until she found sure footing. “Didn’t you her Daniel’s announcement?”

  Announcement? “The one he made earlier in the house?” Delilah asked as they exited nude.

  “No. A few minutes ago, he told everyone that there were robes and masks awaiting us on the beach.”

  They finally reached one of the house staff members standing quietly along the cove. The man didn’t blink as he held out two items, light green Egyptian gauze robes and black demi-masks.

  “They’ve gone into the back door on the west wing side of the house.” He pointed toward the opposite end of the house from where they had eaten dinner.

  Wrapping the soft robe around her body and tying the sash, Delilah shrugged her shoulder and admitted, “I must have missed the announcement.” Pulling the mask onto her face, she lifted her hair and adjusted the stretchy band underneath it.

  Pamela put on her mask as well and laughed as they padded through the sand toward the back of the house, following the Bahamian man’s directions. “How’d you manage that when he was talking through a bullhorn?”

  Delilah pretended Pamela’s question was rhetorical instead of admitting she had been too consumed by an intense set of eyes and a talented mouth between her legs. She just didn’t feel like sharing her experience.

  ~YH~

  Crossing along the sands to the side of the mansion, Roberto’s mind warned him to stay away from her. Wait until they returned to the states. If he continued to pursue her on the island, he could possibly complicate things he already had in the works. However, his heart brought up the image of the beautiful Black woman with her golden-brown skin tone and thick wavy auburn hair. A coloring that was almost too red for her nationality.

  In person, she was lovelier than she had been in a picture. Even lovelier than the breath glimpse he’d played over and over in his head from the first time he saw her when she’d captured something deep inside of him. Something he never allowed much space in his life; he had been “all business” for too many years to count. Maintaining brief relationships in his life, ensuring things didn’t become too complicated, that women didn’t get attached.

  Joder. The expletive exploded in his mind. This was complicated.

  He recalled the taste of her and the sea and feeling her body quiver in his hands; this was dangerous. She was dangerous to his mind and his heart if he didn’t guard himself.

  Through the back door, he went up the service stairs to his room. Passing one of Daniel’s many attendants, Roberto requested a mask be brought to his room. Once he arrived in his room, he wasted no time in the shower to get the sand over of him.

  Toweling off, he considered staying in his room, not journeying downstairs to partake of the remainder of the evening events his friend had planned.

  The thought of all the males that had been brushing up against Delilah on the beach volleyball game or the Texan Demetrius Harris who had sat next to her at dinner taking things to the next level with her made fire ignite in his blood.

  “No fucking way…” he wrapped the towel around his hips and knotted the ends.

  He wanted to claim that she was his. However, he knew that wasn’t true, no matter how he felt about her. But, he would be damn if another man would touch her, taste her, have her. If she was on Cat Island for a sexual adventure, he would be the one to give it to her.

  Snatching up a mask from the table just inside his door that the attendant must have placed there while he was in the bathroom, Roberto opened his suite door and headed down the back stairs.

  Delilah had been an obsession for years and now she had become a compulsion that he could not stay away from.

  Chapter three

  When they entered the house, Delilah and Pamela followed a line of candles down a hall. The heat from the thick, long tapered candles made the interior warm and inviting. As they approached a room, the walls echoed with whispers and moans. Anticipation bubbled through her veins. Maybe she would meet her tongue-wielding aqua man. If he could do all that underwater, she looked forward to finding out what he could do on dry land.

  Finally, after traveling the long corridor with excitement, she and Pamela reached the room. Joyously, she stepped over the threshold and froze on a landing above the carousing. Sconces scattered intermittently gave some places a golden hue and shadows took up the remainder of the space. Even with the dim lighting, she could see everything and everyone.

  Large glass bowls with colorful packets of condoms littered the room. Moans, grunts and the smell of sex permeated the atmosphere. All bets were off when it came to privacy and seclusion. Everyone fucked proudly in the open, thriving on it. The guests’ state of dress ranged in the categories of nude, semi-nude and robes gaping open.

  In front of her, a woman was bent over the back of a plush chair. Delilah could see nothing but thick blond hair, the vertebras up her spine, her round ass and the man fucking her from behind. The seat cushions muffled the woman’s sounds, but the evidence of her enjoyment was clear from her grip on the chair, the wide spread of her legs and the arching of her hips into the man who was doing the deed.

  She wasn’t shocked or appalled to see the array of men getting sucked off and women being tongue-fucked, including couples and trios in various positions. Most of the positions she had been in more than once in her adult life, but the uninhibited abandonment and haughty display of it all gave her pause.

  Delilah spoke before Pam. “Oh my, I didn’t expect this. Sex, yes. Multiple orgasms, definitely. But this…”

  “…is an oasis of pleasure, satisfaction, delight and damn it all fun.” Sounding winded, Pamela finished Delilah’s sentence, but not quite in the way intended.

  Her friend’s own nudity was clearly revealed through the robe and Pamela shimmied with excitement, her eyes filled with lust as she ogled the throng.

  “Are
you considering joining in on this salacious activity?” Delilah asked, trying to sound reasonable, but afraid she came off prudish.

  Pamela’s brown eyes met hers through the mask. With a wink and a wicked smile, she said, “You can bet my sweet ass I’m doing more than considering.”

  She watched, stunned, as her friend began untying her robe.

  Whispering through tight lips, she asked, “Pamela, what do you expect me to do while you’re throwing your heels toward the ceiling in front of all?”

  Stepping down two polished wood steps into the action, Pamela called over her shoulder, “Let go, have fun and don’t ever let a man spit on your ass.” Her friend nodded toward the other side of the room as she dropped her robe and immediately found several partners, both male and female.

  Curious, Delilah’s gaze traveled the room in the direction her friend indicated. A woman on all fours on the floor sucked off a man in front of her. Another man kneeling behind her had three of his own fingers in his mouth, soaking them liberally, seconds before he slapped them onto the dark rosy hole of the woman submitting herself for the invading. Then he shoved his cock through the inappropriate moisture. The ebony haired woman threw her head back, pulling away from the now glistening cock in front of her. Showing a face etched with pleasurable agony below her mask, she bucked against the invader.

  Delilah was just as hot and bothered as everyone was, but as she looked around the room, she didn’t see one single man unattended. It wasn’t in her nature to place herself in a situation like this, even though the sight caused her arousal to increase.

  Hot, achy, hollow, needy and frustrated, she gave up and decided to head to her room until she could decide what to do. Delilah turned and walked out the way she entered. When she reached the stairs located in the bend of the corridor, a man stood at the base. Masked, but instead of a robe like everyone else, he wore a towel knotted low on his hips.

  Gorgeous couldn’t begin to describe him. His short ebony hair still wet from the ocean tumbled in waves on his head. He had strong features and masculine lips, well-defined and toned muscles, and broad chest and shoulders above a set of rippling abs.