Honeymoon Hideaway

by Mia London

  Cat’s breathing picked up speed. “Yes.” Her eyelids fluttered closed.

  Nic was fucking hard again, picturing Cat laying back, enjoying the caress of a woman. Fuck! What he wouldn’t give to see that. “Your breasts are delicious.”

  He situated himself over her, claiming a ripe nipple in his mouth while he toyed with the other. After getting his woman ready for him again, he stopped and whipped off the condom. He wrapped it in a tissue, then sheathed himself, not hesitating to dive into her for round two.

  “Oh God.” Her hands gripped his biceps.

  He loved how she moaned and sighed, how her nipples peaked, how her musky scent filled the air. Her ex was a fuckwad to have given her up.

  Nic had her to himself for the rest of the week. And even if it meant juggling appointments or sacrificing sleep, he had enough time to show her just how adventurous she really could be.

  Wednesday, Nic picked up the phone to invite Cat to dinner. “Why don’t we do the grill tonight?” There was an inexplicable easiness they’d built quickly, and frankly he liked it.

  “Sounds great.”

  “And bring your sketchbook.”

  She chuckled. “Okay.”

  They arrived at the grill restaurant on the other end of the property facing the gardens. Most of the seating was outdoor, but all the trees shaded them, making it a beautiful, quiet setting for dinner with a gorgeous woman.

  She ordered the cedar plank salmon, and he ordered the filet mignon.

  While they waited, he asked, “So do you mind showing me your sketches?”

  She smiled, pulled her book off the chair beside her, and placed it in front of him.

  He pushed away his wineglass and silverware and opened the cover. He flipped slowly, looking at every page. She’d drawn palm trees, the ocean, a park, a school, a church, a child drawing at a table, so much more. Some were practice pages followed by the finished work. These could be in a gallery.

  “These are really good.” He glanced over at her.

  “I haven’t drawn in a while.”

  Nevertheless, she’d added some great detail. Nic could see her making something of her “hobby” if she wanted to. He flipped to the last page. “Wow.” He closed the book and met her gaze. Pride of her bubbled up. “Those were exceptional. Have you thought of selling them? Making a career out of it?”

  She blushed and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’m not that good.”

  “Well, I think you are. I bet these would sell. Regardless, you should be proud of yourself.” He lifted her hand off the table and kissed the back.

  “Thank you.”

  Their meals arrived, and not a moment too soon. Nic had an appetite—for food and for Cat. He couldn’t wait to be alone with her.

  As the waiter cleared the plates, he asked, “Would you like some dessert?”

  “No, thanks.” Cat had no interest in dessert when she was still glowing from Nicholas’s comments. She was ridiculously pleased with his praise. Jack had never shown her such interest or appreciation. “Instead of strolling along the beach tonight, want to walk the property?”

  “Um, sure. I haven’t seen much of the property. I mostly stay on the ocean side.” His grin pulled into a boyish smile she was quickly coming to love.

  Cat directed them out the back gate to the garden paths, and he wove his fingers in between hers. She watched him take in the scene—the beautiful flowers, the low lighting along the path, the palm trees slowly swaying in the wind.

  They reached the second pool and hot tub and paused to admire the view. The gardens were mostly bare of visitors, unlike her other time here. The darkness made the entire walk feel cozy and intimate. Cat never knew how much she loved the outdoors until this trip. Austin could be so hot that she avoided being outside unless necessary.

  Nicholas scanned the gardens, tipping his head to watch the trees move in the breeze. “It’s so quiet. I bet everyone’s at the nightclub.”

  Cat flashed back to the night of her bachelorette party—all her girls at the club. Before finding Jack screwing that girl, they’d had a great time. Singing, dancing, the scavenger hunt. Riley’s face popped into her head, how she’d grinned when she’d walked off with her ex-boyfriend.

  Could Cat ever do something so bold? Give a guy a blowjob in a public place.

  She bit the inside of her cheek, because even as her body broke out in a cold sweat, she wanted to try it. Could she try it now? With Nicholas?

  They came to a bend in the path where a lone bench was surrounded by dense trees. It beckoned her. “Can we sit for a while?”

  “Sure.”

  She kept hold of his hand, but pressed her body close to his and stretched to meet his lips.

  He leaned into her kiss, fusing his lips to hers, his tongue mingling with hers.

  She loved kissing him. After a few moments, she broke the kiss. She was stalling. Her heart hammered in her chest as she caressed up and down his leg, coming intentionally close to his manhood.

  His hand covered hers. “Cat.” His head tipped and the corner of his mouth lifted in question.

  “I want to try something.” She smoothed her lips together.

  He pulled his hand away, wordlessly giving his permission.

  She glanced one last time to the right and left, and took to her knees before him.

  “Whoa,” he whispered as he quickly shot a look up and down the path.

  He didn’t stop her. She worked his pants loose and in no time, he was free. His gorgeous, thick cock ready for her.

  With one hand holding down his briefs and the other circling his length, she stroked him, loving not only the feel of him, but knowing she caused this reaction from him. She leaned down, encompassing his smooth head with her lips. Her tongue poked his slit. Slowly, she slid down, taking as much as she could into her mouth.

  He groaned.

  She prayed he was able to keep an eye out for anyone who might be rounding the corner.

  Her hand worked in concert with her mouth, up and down. Her tongue circled his tip before she went deep again, sucking on the way up.

  “Fuck, Cat,” he choked out.

  She wanted him to explode in her mouth, she wanted him to lose control. Working faster, his hand cupped the nap of her neck. “Cat.”

  Did she hear something?

  She lifted her head and met his gaze.

  Wait. What was that smell?

  Nicholas wrinkled his nose. “What is that?”

  She rose off the ground as he managed to put himself back together. Her stomach turned over. She plugged her nose with her thumb and forefinger when she saw the intruder.

  About ten feet away, heading in their direction, was a skunk.

  “Oh God!” Her eyes widened as her heartbeat raced.

  “Keep calm. We don’t want to get sprayed. But Cat it would be best to head back. Now.” He clasped her hand, keeping one eye on the uninvited guest.

  They hurried up the path. She glanced back to see the skunk following, but not really chasing them.

  “Let’s go a little faster,” Nicholas murmured.

  She was only too happy to comply.

  Soon the skunk was out of sight and the smell no longer clung to the air.

  They made it to their building and Nicholas held open the door for her. They each took a deep breath and exhaled. He chuckled and soon she was chuckling too.

  In about thirty seconds she would likely be discomfited by her actions, but right then, she could only laugh.

  As he walked her to her room, he asked, “How about we call it a night so we can get up early and watch the sunrise?”

  Her eyes widened. “I love that idea. But I thought you had a flight?”

  “I do, but I have time, beautiful. I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.”

  “Great.”

  “Thanks for tonight.” Nicholas leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply. “Sweet dreams.” He turned and headed to the elevators. />
  She sighed. That night was monumental for Cat. She’d tried something new, and although it hadn’t gone exactly right, she’d at least made an effort.

  She hadn’t been giving Jack much thought these last few days, but she realized he was missing out on something amazing. That she was amazing.

  Rising from bed at five, Cat knew this was one of her and Nicholas’s final days together. He’d asked her to walk the beach and watch the sunrise. He had a flight that morning and would be back later that night. She brushed her teeth, slipped on her bikini, and wrapped the sarong around her waist.

  A gentle knock sounded—it could only be him.

  With her keycard in hand, she greeted Nicholas at the door.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” He leaned down, cupping her neck, and kissed her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

  “Good morning. What a wonderful greeting.” Joy blossomed from inside. She wanted to savor every second they had left together.

  He laced his fingers between hers and led her through the quiet hotel out the back, into the darkness. They had the beach to themselves. A gentle breeze blew, and the waves washed and retreated ashore, creating a lulling melody of relaxation.

  “How about we head up that way?” Nicholas pointed to the east.

  They walked hand in hand, passing other resorts, without a soul in sight.

  “You know, I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone.” He broke the silence, voicing her exact thoughts.

  “Me too.” She glanced up at him. “I’ve learned so much from you. I’ll never forget this time.”

  A light breeze ruffled his hair, and the corners of his lips curled. “Me either.”

  She couldn’t dwell on not seeing Nicholas again. She’d grown accustomed to having him around during her beach vacation. These last two weeks had been spectacular and Nicholas had played a large role. When she thought about leaving, she ached inside. Instead of being thankful for not mourning the loss and ruminating over Jack, she worried what life would be like in Austin without Nicholas.

  They walked several more minutes, getting glimpses of deep pink in the horizon.

  They came to the last resort in the row. She could barely make out the small residential houses lining a less-manicured beachfront.

  He stopped them at the last wooden cabana structure set for hotel guests to take a break from the sun. “I don’t think we should go any farther.”

  “I agree.” She pivoted to return the other way, when he held her wrist. She looked up at him in question.

  “Cat, my Careful Cat, I want to try one thing, out here with you.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t make love to her out here, when in about fifteen minutes the sun would be on full blaze in the sky.

  “Don’t worry.” He slipped off his T-shirt, leaving only his swim trunks. “I’ll be the naked one.” His erection tented his shorts.

  She looked left and right. “Um, what did you have in mind?”

  “Last night, you were giving me the most wonderful blow job… that we didn’t get to finish.” He reached for the string at his waistband. “Do you think we could finish that now?”

  She swallowed hard. Somehow, doing this last night felt different, safer, hidden in the lush greenery of the gardens.

  Nicholas slowly pulled against the string of the shorts, loosening them, and pushed them over his hips, letting them fall to the sand. He stepped out of the fabric. Taking her hand, he moved to lean against the cabana post, his back to the direction they’d just come from.

  He stood completely naked, tanned skin and ridged muscles on display for her.

  Moisture began to dampen her bikini bottoms.

  His deep dark blue eyes met hers. “Would you put your mouth on me, baby?”

  She looked over his shoulder—the coast was still clear. Cat lowered herself, her knees sinking into the sand, skimming her fingertips along his stomach and wrapping around his hard length. Without another care about privacy, she took the head of his cock into her mouth.

  He groaned as he fingered her hair, gently gripping her head. “Perfect. Oh God, so fucking good. I dreamt of this last night.”

  She worked his length up and down, licking and sucking on the way up.

  “God, Cat. I can’t get enough of you. It won’t be long, baby.”

  She tasted his pre-cum, the sweet-salty flavor making her mouth water more and her pussy ache.

  He panted and pulled out. “Cat.”

  She raised her head to meet his eyes. Why had he stopped her? Not another skunk!

  “Let me come on your breasts.”

  Oh, geez. That sounded hot. And scary as hell.

  His hand reached to the back of her neck at the bow of her bikini top.

  Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes darted around him.

  “It’s okay. No one’s around. Please let me come on your breasts. You can keep it on you all day, and smell me while I’m gone. Feel me with you all day.”

  A gush of liquid oozed onto her nether lips. This might be the hottest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. She was proving to herself she could be more adventurous…

  He pulled loose the tie at her neck, and the bathing suit top flopped down, exposing her breasts.

  “Gorgeous.” He held his cock for her.

  She looked one last time at him, then down at his raging erection. She opened her mouth and swallowed him, going back as far as she could handle.

  “Yesss, baby,” he hissed. His hips flexed, and true to his word, it didn’t take long. He pulled out, and with his cock in hand, aimed for her chest.

  She watched as the ejaculate squirted, shooting directly on her chest and the top of each breast.

  “Take your hands, baby. Rub it in,” he said between gasps.

  She held his gaze as her hands spread the warm liquid over her breasts, making circles, caressing them as he would.

  “Fuck, baby.” He grabbed her upper arms, hauling her to standing, and crashed his lips to hers. He kissed her with a commanding finesse, and she met him with equal vigor.

  She wanted anything Nicholas would give her. She wanted all of it. Including rubbing his come over her breasts. The rush of passion rolling off when she did that was empowering.

  How had she gotten here?

  He scattered hot, moist, open-mouthed kisses down her throat and along her collarbone, then latched on to each pointed nipple, sucking hard.

  She whimpered.

  He broke the kiss and spun her body against the post he’d been leaning on.

  She could start to make out the houses in the distance as the sun rose—the third even had a light on.

  Nicholas’s hand skimmed down her belly and over her bathing suit bottom. “Baby, I know you want to come, don’t you?”

  Oh God, he would do this here?

  Nicholas didn’t wait for her reply. “How about you reach your hands up and grip the post?” He took one wrist and induced her to lift her arms.

  In this position, she looked like a seductive mermaid—bare on top, covered on bottom. And he wanted more.

  He hadn’t planned to do anything illicit—he’d merely wanted to spend time with her on their second-to-last morning together. When the idea came to him of getting her naked in the dark, he couldn’t tamp it down. This might be one of his last opportunities to bring her out of her shell.

  He slipped a hand under the scarf wrapped around her waist to her pussy. Tunneling under her bikini bottoms, she was soaking. He pushed through her slick channel, loving the mewls spilling from her mouth.

  He retrieved his finger. She watched him intently as he stuck that finger into his mouth, sucking her essence clean off.

  Her mouth gaped.

  “Baby, I’m going to make you come with my mouth. I’ll take off your bikini bottoms. Okay?”

  “But the sun—”

  “We have time, and you’ll still have your wrap on.”

  He paused, watching
her reconcile what he’d asked. He slowly knelt before her and reached under her wrap for her bikini bottoms. He dragged them down her legs, waiting for her objection. It never came. Her grass-green eyes were full of desire.

  She stepped out of the garment.

  “Legs apart, baby.”

  As she did, he didn’t waste a moment. He dove his tongue into her pussy, lapping at her sweet, musky cream.

  She whimpered and squirmed slightly against his face.

  He continued tongue-fucking her, giving her as much pleasure as she’d given him.

  It was when he lifted the wrap out of the way that he noticed a worker yards away, wiping and organizing the chaise lounges. Nic couldn’t be sure if he’d noticed them.

  The man would have a rear view of Cat, that was all. There was no way she could see him. Nic decided that he wouldn’t stop until she came on his tongue.

  He glanced up to see his beautiful woman—eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hands clutching the pole over her head.

  His tongue toyed with her swollen clit and she moaned, caught up in the heat of the moment. She’d be coming soon.

  The worker looked their way. The man knew what was happening, even in the low light setting. He worked slower, moving chaises, and glancing over occasionally to get a peek.

  Nic drove a finger into Cat’s dripping pussy and twisted and turned.

  Cat whimpered.

  With his free hand, he reached for the knot at her wrap.

  Her eyes flew open and she dropped her head to see.

  “Baby, you’re close, but you don’t need this on to come. Do you?”

  Her eyes went round as saucers.

  “Let me get this out of the way.” He worked the knot free, letting the fabric fall open. He pulled it down, and not giving her a moment to object, he drove in another finger and claimed her clit with his tongue.

  She muffled her shriek and pinched her eyes closed.

  The worker stopped what he was doing completely, not even hiding the fact that he was watching them.

  The beginning flex of Cat’s muscles pulled on Nic’s fingers. He worked her harder, feeling the spasms of her clit under this tongue. He loved feeling her come.