Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

We begin with a luxurious aromatherapy couples massage and wrap that guarantees to soothe our senses and sink both of us into a deep state of relaxation. We are both naked and under a sheet together. Sydney is lying on the table next to me and our arms are touching, her palm is up and my hand is gently lying atop hers. The two female masseuses enter and Sydney looks at me and smiles.

  “What? Did you think I would let a guy touch you?” I ask.

  “No, but I’m supposed to be okay with a girl touching you?” she counters.

  “Well, a guy isn’t going to” I end that conversation with a smile and a kiss to her nose.

  A custom selection of essential oils are used to calm and comfort our tired bodies. The masseuses touch us in the exact same way at the exact same time. It’s a very sensual experience to feel what Sydney is feeling, to know the pleasure she is receiving even if it’s at the hand of someone other than myself. She moans lightly as the masseuse rubs her tense shoulder muscles and I melt into the table as mine are caressed. Our arms, backs and legs are treated to the same pleasures before we are asked to roll over.

  Sydney glances at me and leans in to whisper into my ear while the masseuses turn their backs to allow us some privacy as we fumble over onto our backs; “If you are sporting wood right now I’m going to be pissed” she warms.

  “If I am sporting wood? Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend? I think all my bad traits are rubbing off on you. And I don’t have wood but if I did it would be from laying here next to you naked. I can’t wait for them to be done and leave us alone so I can have my way with you” I warn.

  They finish our massages then we are treated to a warm full body cocoon complemented by a conditioning scalp massage. After which they turn the music and lights lower, instruct us to relax and say they’ll be back shortly.

  “How am I supposed to relax when I can’t get my hands on you, I’m wrapped so tight in this thing? It’s like a fucking body condom.”

  “Shh, you have the rest of your life to get your hands on me, just calm down and enjoy this.”

  “Damn straight I have the rest of my life, baby. Love you.”

  “Love you too” is the last thing I hear before our breathing matches each other’s and we fall into a sweet slumber.

  When the masseuses return we are treated to facials before we are unwrapped and our massages continue with smooth hot stones.

  “Mmm, this reminds me of you” Sydney moans and I do spring wood this time.

  “Happy now? I ask as I look over at her and squeeze her hand.”

  “What?” she asks all innocent but knowing full well what I’m talking about. Luckily I’m laying on my stomach. Sydney starts to laugh when they tell us to flip over.

  “Oh, you think that’s cute right?” I tease her and press my cock up against her briefly as I start to roll over. “Okay, we’ll see how cute you think this is” I say as I roll.

  “You know what I was just thinking about?” she quickly asks. “Your dad in Tate’s pool that time we were there, remember? And then your mom was in the pool house if I’m not mistaken.”

  “Mmm, I do, thanks for that visual memory, it did the trick.”

  “I got your back.”

  “More like my front” I laugh.

  When the hot stone portion of our massages are complete two more women enter the room for our manicures and pedicures with hand and foot massages.

  “You have a complete harem now, look at you” she teases me and I kiss her full on the mouth. The masseuses turn their backs to give us a few minutes of privacy and when we break apart Sydney saves me again with, “I wonder if Drea and Mac are using the pool table in the playroom right about now? Hmm? What do you think?”

  “Thank you” I mouth to her as my erection shrivels right up at the thought of my sister and Mac being kinky in our playroom.

  We return to our room and before I have time to close the door Sydney has wrapped her legs around my waist and I have her pressed against the wall. I am fumbling with my zipper as she nips my ear. I don’t even bother to remove her clothes; I lift her skirt and push her panties to the side giving me full access to my favorite place to bury myself. I slide a finger inside her to find her wet and ready for me as she always is. With my palms flat against the wall and Sydney holding onto me I push into her in one thrust.

  “Oh fuck, yeah. That’s what I needed. That massage was so fucking good but it could never compare to this, baby. This is my paradise, right here deep inside you.”

  Sydney places her hands on my shoulders and uses them to launch herself up and down on my dick. She flings her head from side to side as I overfill her. I let her take control and fuck me like that for a few minutes but she’s getting too close to making me come so I attempt to move but she knows what I’m up to.

  “Please, just once, let me make you come. I want to watch you lose control. I need to know you can lose control to me and it’ll be alright” she begs and something in me tells me it will be alright, that I can give her this and allow myself this pleasure.

  “I’m all yours baby, fuck me. Make me fucking come. Beg me to give it up for you” I order. Some habits are here to stay.

  She obeys, “Come for me, Day. I want to feel you come in my pussy. Give it to me, come for me now. I’m going to come. Come with me, baby, please” she begs as she rides me hard from root to head and I explode and come harder than I remember ever coming.

  “Holy fuck, Syd. You’re gonna make me fucking shoot. Uh, ahhh, fuck I’m coming so fucking hard baby, so hard” I yell then bite her earlobe as I push her harder into the wall. Sydney’s tight pussy clenches around me as she comes and the aftershocks go on for what feel like forever. Each squeeze milks my dick a little more until I think I can’t take another second. When she stops moving up and down on me and her body relaxes she becomes a limp ragdoll in my arms. I lift her off of me and carry her to the bed where we fall into each other’s arms. She turns to face me.

  “Thank you for that. You okay?”

  “You’re welcome and yes, I’m fine. More than fine. I’m great. That was…amazing, baby. Giving it all up to you like that is beyond words. I mean I can’t do it all the time but knowing that I can sometimes feels good, you know? I couldn’t have done that before you, you know that right?”

  “I’ll glad; I don’t want you to be able to do it after me either.”

  “There is no after you, there’s just you. Just us. I am yours, all yours, just as much as you are all mine. I love you, Syd” I say as I plant sweet kisses all over her neck, shoulders and face before I inhale her hair and nuzzle into her neck. Within minutes I feel her breathing slow and mine matching hers. For the next few hours we lay asleep in each other’s arms, content in our roles even if they were reversed if only for a few seconds.

  When we awake we shower and get ready to head for dinner. Sydney is surprised when I open the closet to reveal to her a full wardrobe of clothes for our time here. For tonight she decides on a white dress with matching sandals. The white body hugging dress with plunging neckline accentuates her feminine curves while the diamond shape studs on the straps add a sexy accent. It has a knee hemline allowing me full access to her luscious legs making me anxious to have her sitting next to me in a restaurant where I know all eyes will be on her. I go with a light gray linen suit and baby blue tie. I smile at Sydney when she stretches up on her tip toes even though she’s in high heels to kiss my nose and grab my ass. “You are a very naughty man, Damian Stone. I know exactly what you have going on in that naughty little head of yours” she purrs.

  We arrive at the restaurant located in our resort. Its unique dining experience offers a contemporary American cuisine served with unparalleled charm and elegance and we settle in for our intimate dining experience amongst gentle harp strains and the sparkle of imported crystal where our waiter graciously offers Sydney a single long-stem rose. She looks at me and I shake my head indicating that she should accept it.

  “Did you do this?” s
he asks me.

  “I did not but I did do this” I honestly answer as another waiter appears with a box of two dozen long stem roses. Sydney blushes and accepts the roses from the man who quickly excuses himself leaving us to our privacy. Sydney and I embrace with an intimate kiss as my hand explores the naked flesh of her thigh.

  We begin our meal sharing soft poached quail eggs with caviar and mushrooms. I remind Sydney of our first dining experience together when I begin to feed her. How much bolder she has gotten since that first afternoon in my restaurant four short months ago. Now she sucks on my finger while closing her eyes and moaning softly, knowing all too well what she is doing to me, I notice the slight rise of the corners of her mouth, that sly little kitten smile of hers. I allow myself the momentary pleasure of sliding my hand up her leg until I feel the lace on the white thong I know she is wearing. I allow my hand to linger for the briefest of seconds; it’s all it takes to make us both want more.

  Sydney’s shrimp with tomatoes arrives with a glass of wine along with my Australian Kobe-style beef with smoked garlic potato purée and a Sauvignon. Sydney hands her glass of wine over to me to taste then offers the whole glass to me saying she’s not in the mood for wine and feels the beginnings of a headache coming on.

  Sydney and I share our meal with relaxed conversation until our selection of cheeses arrives with our glasses of vintage wine. I notice Sydney is looking more tired than she did when we first arrived and I begin to massage her shoulders and ask if she’s feeling okay. She smiles and tells me she’s fine but I’m growing concerned, she seems to not be feeling well but trying to hide it from me. I have once again drunk both of our glasses of wine, Sydney preferring the water with lemon I asked the waiter to bring her.

  I’m pleased when she perks up at the arrival of a chocolate dessert. I spoon fed her the decadent dessert and she melts with each bite. I relax with my arm around the back of her chair and sip at my coffee while she drinks her tea. By the time we are ready to head back to our suite it is late in the evening and she is looking exhausted. When we exit the elevator I bundle her into my arms and carry her the rest of the way to our room. The turn down service has already been provided and our suite is ready for us to head to bed.

  I take Sydney into the bathroom. I stand behind her and undo the straps on her dress and watch in the mirror as it falls off her body. I unclasp her bra and kiss her bare shoulder. As I slide my hands over her belly and then into her panties her head falls back onto my shoulder and she moans. I slide her panties to the floor but instead of taking her right there, instead of bending her over the vanity and slamming into her I sit her on the chair in front of the vanity to wash her face. She sighs when the warm water from the washcloth is smoothed over her skin washing it clean of makeup and lotions. I head to the sink to brush my teeth with her hand in mine and she falls into step beside me. Once we are ready for bed we climb in and I spoon her back to my front. Before I can even inhale her hair and murmur, “I love you” she is fast asleep in my arms.

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  I am so excited in the morning when we wake up that I can barely contain myself. I wake Damian with kisses all over his face only to have him flip me onto my back and return my kisses threefold. After a session of pretty hot love making he and I get ready and head to the theme parks. I am wearing a cute pair of black shorts with a hot pink top and my hair in a high ponytail and Damian looks hot as always in his black shorts and tight maroon t-shirt. Damian buys me a cute hat that I wear on my head as we spend the day at the park riding the rides and eating treats of candy apples and ice cream. The best part of the day is when Damian buys me a tiara and crowns me as his princess in front of the castle where we pose for pictures. We have a romantic dinner then head back to our room to watch the fireworks from our balcony.

  Damian seems determined to hold true to his promise as he presses me up against the railing as the fireworks begin and he starts to seduce me with his mouth. He kisses me on my neck, behind my ear as his hands roam over my belly and lifts my shirt. Before I know it he has my sleep shorts pulled to the side and his erection is poking at me. I look at him over my shoulder and smile as he smirks at me. As we watch the fireworks Damian is inside me moving slowly with the bangs of the blasts. When the fireworks are coming to an end and they get quicker so does Damian and I feel the familiar building of my own orgasm as he bites my ear and orders me to come with him. His words are all I need to fall over the edge into paradise with him as the fireworks make their last blast of color in the sky; but it’s hard to know if it was the fireworks or my orgasm that made me see those vibrant colors appear in front of my eyes.

  We spend the next few days together in the parks, seeing shows and having great meals at romantic restaurants. We make love every night in our suite before falling asleep in each other’s arms. On the day we are scheduled to leave Damian and I head to the speedway for him to experience true race car driving. I watch like a dog in heat as Damian flies around a racetrack like a pro stock car driver and I have to admit to him when he’s done that it was a huge turn on to watch.

  “Good because I bought a video of my driving so you can watch it anytime you want to get hot and horny, baby.”

  “I don’t need a video for that, all I need is you” I tell him as he slides his arm around me and pulls me close into his body and inhales my hair in that Damian way of his.

  After five days in the craziness of the theme parks I am thrilled to learn that we are on our way to a leisurely cruise on Damian’s yacht. I had no idea he owned a yacht. He claims the jet is primarily for business and the yacht for pleasure. It’s the kind of pleasure he’s used it for in the past that I want to know about.

  “So you’ve been on this yacht before?” I want to know.

  “I have, yes of course, a few times. Why? What are you getting at Sydney?”

  “Who have you been on the yacht with? Any of your subs?”

  “No. I told you before I didn’t do the normal relationship activities with any of them. Drea has been on the yacht, Tate and Brook, my parents and a few people for business related activities, Alex of course. I have never been with a woman on my yacht before so go easy on me, you’ll be my first at sea” he teases.

  “Oh yeah, you’re a sea virgin then, huh?”

  “That I am, baby, yours all for the taking.”

  We arrive in Fort Lauderdale late in the afternoon and board Damian’s yacht, a chic and stylish power yacht; of course it’s named “The Stone”. It has a vast fly bridge and a powerful exterior design but the best part is the luxury custom made interior that includes a private master suite along with three other staterooms for guests and three more for staff. There is a galley and an impressive deck that includes an on deck Jacuzzi and diving board.

  We spend the first few hours relaxing on the deck sipping lemonade and snacking on fresh fruits. Damian is his attentive self, being away from everything but each other his entire focus has been on me and me on him. I feel like I’m under a microscope but I am already dreading going back to our real lives where I will have to share his attentions with his work, friends and family. But because his only focus is on me he notices all too quickly that I am tired and just not feeling like myself.

  Damian stands, reaches out a hand to me, I take it and he leads me to the master suite. “They’ll hold dinner for us; you look like you could use a little nap before we eat” Damian says as he continues to lead me to our room.

  When we reach the door to our cabin I murmur into his ear, “I could use something to get me more tired so I’ll sleep a little better” and then I nibble on his earlobe.

  “Fuck, baby. I need to get inside of you right now before I explode.”

  His words create a searing heat that shoots through my body and makes me weak in the knees. No matter how many orgasms or how often he makes my body produce them I am never sated and now that I know he plans to bury himself deep inside of me within seconds it’s no different than all the times before.
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  He breaths in my ear, “Enter the code and unlock the door, you know what it is” as he presses his erection into me from behind. While my fingers tremble I enter the numbers, 7-8-6-6-3 (S-T-O-N-E) into the keypad and I hear the pop of the lock. Damian yanks open the door and pushes me through it like a caged animal just set free.

  Once inside Damian kicks the door, slamming it shut, then shoving me up against it, pinning me to it with his hips. My clothes fall to the floor, not sure how but Damian’s hands are all over me, he must have worked extra efficiently to accomplish this task unnoticed and with such ease. My heart begins to beat faster in my chest and before I even know it he is naked, his bare body covering mine. The way he looks at me burns a hole into my skin; it is a look of clear intent, a look of pure desire. He holds me with that look and without words he lets me know he will be deep inside me, driving me insane in no time, making me scream his name in pleasure possibly mixed with a tinge of pain if I play my cards right, this making no mistake to let me know who I belonged to. And I do in fact belong to him, only him. My body is set on fire under that animalistic glare, that burning lust on his face even before he speaks.