by Lexi Aurora
“All of these years I’ve thought about you,” he said. “I always wished—I wished that we had met later.”
“I can’t believe you had a crush on me,” I said, remembering all over again the sweet kiss the night of my prom.
“I can’t believe I didn’t tell you. We wasted years without each other.”
I leaned in to kiss him again, a soft kiss that promised more. He responded by putting his hand on my cheek, pulling me closer as he slipped his tongue into my mouth to coax mine. I responded in full, my hands in his hair, and suddenly he was standing up and lifting me with him. He carried me back to the alcove where the large blanket was set up, dusted the sand off of my body with his hands, focusing in particular on my ass. He dusted himself off as well and then sat down on the blanket, pulling me down so that I was lying next to him.
“I want to make up for all the time we’ve lost,” he said, looking down at my body, tracing between my breasts with his fingers. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I start.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, tilting my face up to bite his bottom lip. My hands worked to unbutton his shirt as I spoke and he shrugged out of it, his body magnificent and perfect in the light of the fire and the moon. “I want you to fuck me forever, Travis.”
He gave a soft growl and pulled my dress up without hesitation, pulling it up and off of my shoulders. I was naked for him, my heavy breasts swollen and sensitive, pussy hot with longing. He studied my body with half-lidded eyes, his fingers pinching my nipples gently, circling around them until they grew even harder. His hand trailed down my body, fingers tracing my bellybutton before lowering to toy with the small patch of curls just above my clit. He ran his fingers through it, watching my face as I lifted my hips to get more from him.
Travis leaned in then, putting his lips to my ear as his fingertip started to stroke my bud in just the right way.
“I’m taking my time with you tonight, baby,” he said in a soft, velvety voice as he straddled my clit with two fingers and rubbed it up and down. My eyes rolled with pleasure, my hips moving against his hand.
“Travis, I don’t think—”
“I think you can handle it,” he said with a grin, kissing me deeply as he moved his body over mine. He started at my neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses all along the skin there, occasionally nipping just to cause little jolts of pain that spread through my body, down to my needy pussy. His fingers teased me relentlessly, only occasionally touching my clit as he dipped his finger into me to gather the moisture from the source. He slipped a finger inside of me halfway and started to pump it in and out, never going deeper, just taunting me by pleasuring my opening. I went wild underneath him already, breathless.
“This isn’t fair,” I said when he had dipped two fingers fully inside me but pulled them out just as he was giving me pleasure.
“You’re gonna come so hard when I’m done with you,” he said softly, his lips latching onto one of my nipples and sucking on it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. His tongue lapped at the hard bud before he switched to the other breasts, stroking only the outside of my pussy lips in soft brushes of his fingers.
When he was finished sucking my breasts, he finished his descent down my body, his mouth hovering between my legs.
He swept his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, focusing on my clit when he got there. He only licked me for a few moments before he broke, started to devour me as I bucked against his face. To my dismay, he held my hips still as he sucked and licked my pussy, tormenting me by not letting me move. Each sweep of his tongue got me closer to coming, and I was squirming as hard as I could against his hands as my pussy started to clench and throb. He must have felt it, because he pulled away at the last second, a sly smile on his face as he lifted it to look at me. I pouted at him, flustered and angry.
“Poor baby,” he said, crawling up my body to kiss me. “Are you ready to be fucked now? Is that what you need?”
I nodded, desperate for nothing less. He reached over into the bag and pulled out a wrapper, ripping it open and sliding the condom down his length. Then he put his hands on my knees and held them apart, looking into my eyes as he slid his cock into me without even having to guide it. My mouth was open in a silent whimper as he filled me up and began to grind against the back of my pussy, slowly moving his hips back and forth. Occasionally, he would pull all the way out of me and rub the head of his soaking wet cock back and forth over my slit, making sure to touch my clit with it each time. It sent a lick of pleasure through me that was almost intolerable in how brief it was.
“Stop it,” I begged, wrapping my hand desperately around him to guide him back inside of me. I craved that feeling the moment he stopped every time and it was starting to feel like I couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand the teasing.
He shook his head, grinning as he stopped my hand with his. He pinned my hands over my head on the blanket, sliding back inside of me effortlessly and starting to fuck me in a way that was painfully slow. He moved with elegance, his hips in the perfect motion to make me absolutely crazy. I writhed on the blanket but couldn’t pull my hands away from his strong grip. He rode me in long, languid strokes.
“I need more,” I begged him.
“Not now, baby,” he said, grinding inside of me. “Be patient, my love.”
His words made me feel light, even as he tortured me with his slow movements. I raised my hips to meet his, glad that he couldn’t stop me. I tried to move more quickly, and take him deeper and harder, but each time he would pull his hips away completely, leaving me empty and nearly on the verge of frustrated tears. I stopped trying to move then, knowing that he was trying to teach me a lesson. This was his game, and he was going to be thorough. My pleasure only built as he rode against me, especially when he reached down and started to rub my clit in slow circles. He touched it in a way that made me squirm from him, the pleasure so intense that I could barely take it. It didn’t work—he touched me anyway, making me moan loudly as the feeling overwhelmed my entire body.
“I’m going to come, Travis,” I said, unable to quit bucking my hips now.
“No, you’re not,” he said, speeding his hips up. I whimpered as he gave me what I wanted, but he pulled out at the very last minute, making me whine with a frustration that was almost painful.
“Please,” I said in barely a whisper. He leaned down to kiss me, then sighed against my lips and let go of my hands. Instead, he wrapped my legs around his hips and put his hands on my ass to hold me still while he slid back inside of me. This time, he didn’t go slow. He didn’t hold my hands, either, but used his own to bounce my hips against his while he fucked me hard and deep. He was still going slow, but it was more than satisfying to feel him hitting the very back of my pussy in strokes that seemed to claim me entirely.
Finally, he sped his hips up until he was truly fucking me on the blanket. My nails were digging into his back as he pounded into me, his mouth crushed against mine to muffle both of our cries. He reached down to rub my clit with his fingers, and this time he allowed my orgasm to build.
“Please let me come,” I said before he could stop, holding him close with my legs around his hips. He continued to fuck me, hard and fast.
“Do it, baby. Come for me,” he said in a low voice. I bit into his lip, my whole body seeming to throb as I let go and came in a crash against his body. I couldn’t help but cry out in a loud voice and I hoped no one at the house overheard. I shuddered underneath him and felt him come, too, as the throbbing of my pussy brought him over the edge. His body collapsed on top of mine, warm and inviting as he pulled out of my pussy. We were quiet as we caught our breath, but then he kissed me, looking into my eyes.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Jenna,” he said, stroking my lips with his fingers. “I never thought I would again after I let you go.”
I kissed his fingers, tracing his back with my hands. “You found me,” I said, kissing him softly. He
smiled, nodding, and rolled over so that he could pull me onto his chest. I found myself dozing and forced my eyes to stay open.
“Can’t fall asleep,” I said groggily. “We need to go back to the house.”
“We will in a minute,” Travis said, petting my hair. “Just a minute, Jen.”
I nodded, but dozed off within just a few minutes.
Chapter 14: Travis
I woke up looking around. It took me a moment to realize that we were still in the alcove, which was shading us from the bright light of the morning sun. Jenna was laying on my chest, and I shook her gently awake.
“Jenna,” I said, stroking her arm with my fingers. “Baby, wake up. We fell asleep.”
She stirred, blinking at me, and after a moment her eyes went wide in panic and she scrambled to her feet, grabbing her dress and throwing it on. I felt panicky myself as I got dressed. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep with her there but it had been so comfortable and warm, such a perfect moment after I got to make love to her and tease her pussy. I had gotten comfortable and drifted off, and now we were stuck outside with no excuse as to why we were together so early in the morning.
“God, I can’t believe we fell asleep here,” Jenna said, running her hands through her hair. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Go up to the house first,” I told her. “I’ll follow later from the other door.”
“Okay,” she said, biting her lip. She leaned in to kiss me then, wrapping her arms around my neck. There was a smile on her lips that made me feel relieved—she was nervous, but she didn’t seem to regret the night before.
“Last night was perfect,” she said, confirming my thoughts. I kissed her again, nuzzling her cheek.
“It was,” I said. “We’ll repeat it later. I’ll see you in a bit.”
She kissed me one more time and then disappeared through the narrow tunnel between the rocks. I waited for about twenty minutes, folding up the blanket and putting the cooler away to carry in later. I wanted to make it look like I had just gotten up in the morning to take a walk, rather than the fact that I had slept outside.
I started to make my way back to the house, following the outer perimeter of the property to go in through the servant’s entrance. I walked up to the house, pushing in through the door that led to a dark hallway. I flipped on the light switch and at that moment, the adjacent door opened, and the cook was standing there. She gave me a puzzled look but I only smiled at her and went through the hallway, hoping she wouldn’t say anything to anybody.
I went upstairs and undressed, stepping into the shower. I regretted washing the scent of Jenna off of me. The blend of her sex and her perfume was a heady one, something that I could breathe in all day and be satisfied. In the shower, I thought of Jenna, smiling as I pictured that look on her face when I was teasing her. And it wasn’t only that—not just the sex—but seeing Jenna’s smile was something that made me feel almost weak.
Once I got out of the shower, I got dressed and went outside. I saw everyone on the patio, including Jenna, who blushed when she noticed me. I knew she was remembering the night before and so was I. One of the best parts was hearing her say the word ‘please’ in that sweet little voice, then giving her what she desperately wanted while she moaned and bucked against me.
“Good morning,” I said to my family as I took a seat at the table. My eyes were on Jenna for a moment as I drank her in, her wet curls, her perfect features.
“Travis,” said Casey, breaking my attention. I looked at my sister, whose usually friendly, smiley face was completely blank. “What are you doing today?”
“I thought I’d just relax,” I said. “I—”
It was then that my phone rang in my pocket. I fished it out to see that it was work. I had been ignoring the calls from my business since I’d arrived on the island, too focused instead on Jenna and my feelings for her.
“I have to take this,” I said, standing up. I could no longer avoid it—I already knew that my partner, Arthur, was going to be beyond pissed that I hadn’t been available. I was always working, even on vacation, and he had always been able to get ahold of me before.
“Hello?” I answered, walking into the house and shutting the sliding glass door behind me. “Arthur?”
“Travis, where the hell have you been?”
“Things with that girl, my sister’s friend…”
“Yeah, I get it. You’re out there on some island getting laid. But I really need you to be available, buddy.”
“What do you need?” I asked him.
“I need you to sign some papers on the Celestia patent. They’re expecting it done by tomorrow.”
I sighed. “Email me the papers here. I’ll fax them back to you.”
“There’s some reports you have to do, too,” he said.
“Send them.”
“Okay,” he said, then paused. “So how’s it going with the girl?”
I grinned. “It’s perfect. But my sister—”
“Forget your sister for right now. Do what you want.”
“I will,” I said. I had already made up my mind about that. Jenna was going to be mine, and I had a feeling that Casey would get over it in time once she found out. I told Arthur goodbye and hung up the phone, putting it down on the counter and going upstairs to check my computer. He was right about the reports, and though I wanted to spend the day with Jenna, work had and always would come first for me. I could only hope to see her later, and get her alone like I had last night so that I could touch her all over again.
Chapter 15: Jenna
The day passed without Travis, though I looked over my shoulder for him often. He wasn’t anywhere that I could see, and I missed him desperately even as I spent the day with Casey. He hadn’t shown up by lunchtime, and we were sitting with Alice and Bruce in the courtyard, enjoying sandwiches and mimosas. I stared up at Travis’ window but saw no sign of him. Chewing my lip, I returned my attention back to the table.
“Does anyone know where Travis went? He disappeared last night, too.”
I swallowed hard, glancing away from them. I hoped they wouldn’t see the guilt written on my face.
“I have no idea,” I said. “I went to bed early.”
“You went to bed really early,” Casey agreed, studying my face. “Are you feeling okay?”
I couldn’t meet her eye, but looked at my food instead.
“I just felt really worn out last night. The sun makes me tired.”
“I bet,” said Casey. There was something in her voice that made me anxious, something that made me paranoid that maybe she knew about Travis and I. When I looked at her face, though, she showed no sign of anger. There was a placid smile on her face, though her expression didn’t quite match her eyes.
“How was your date?” I asked, trying to change the subject. I hoped they would just let it go, that nobody would ask about Travis again. I felt like every time somebody brought it up I blushed. Thinking about Travis made me hot no matter what, especially after what he had done to me last night. I had been teased past my breaking point and come so hard that it had taken my breath away.
“It was okay,” Casey said shortly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because this is my mom’s birthday,” she said, her voice on the edge of snapping at me. “That’s what we should be focused on. All of us.”
I felt guilt run through me again but tried to hide it from my face.
“You can talk about it, honey,” said Alice. “I want to hear about it.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Casey protested. “I don’t need to talk about it.”
“Okay,” I said. I felt something in my gut, a lump that had formed there when I’d noticed Casey’s mood. I felt guilty for not being there for her, for not asking her privately about her date. I felt guilty, also, because I knew how she would feel about the night I’d spent with her brother.
After breakfast, we went our separate ways
. Casey disappeared and I went outside to swim in the ocean, letting the water wash away all the feelings of guilt I had. I told myself that I deserved to be happy and Casey should be happy for me if Travis was who I chose to be with. She knew he was a good guy, that he would take care of me. Still, it had always been a sore spot for her in high school. Girls had thought that her brother was hot all the time and sometimes tried to get close to Casey just to get close to Travis.
By the time it was late afternoon and I still hadn’t seen Travis, doubt began to grow within me, nagging at my chest. I wondered if he had brought me on this trip just to have sex with me, and now that he’d spent a good long time doing it, he would avoid me for the rest of the vacation. I tried to shake off the feeling when I remembered the way he had looked at me all night, with wonder and awe. I remembered, too, the words he had said to me—he’d made it seem like he was positive that we were meant to be together, and I had felt the same way the moment I’d seen him.