Sweetest Kisses

by Goode, Ella

  Chapter 11

  Andrew

  “These contracts need to be signed by noon today, Andrew,” my lawyer says.

  “Noted. What about the Seychelles deal?”

  “You’ll need to go there in person. It’s a mess and I’m not convinced that it’s worth your time.”

  Sara Witten is a capable lawyer. I’ve worked with her for three years now, ever since the retirement of Morgan Clark, my previous retainer, who decided after thirty years of practice she wanted to spend her days on the beach instead of the boardroom. Sounds terrible, but I don’t have control over other people all of the time. More’s the pity.

  “I’ll have Anna get on that. Also, I need you to revise the damage contract for these rooms.” Last night I checked in with Nathan and the suite looked like a tornado had swept through it. The designer glass tables were broken. Cushion stuffing was strewn around the room. The 1000 thread count sheets had been torn up to make togas. The silk bedding had served as a makeshift tent with curtain rods and what looked like art from the walls serving as the wall supports. “Get with accounting to figure out what the average damage to our executive suites is and then rewrite the contract and alert all of our properties. Also, I reviewed the numbers for the Bali property and the revenue projection is soft. You’ll need to coordinate with Anna for an audit. No, wait, send the documents to me.”

  “Do you have time to do that work, Andrew? After all, Anna is scheduled for a year-long sabbatical.”

  Sometimes Sara Witten treats me like her son who hasn’t been running the Lennox family business for thirteen years. My dad had a heart attack when I was twenty. The moment I graduated from college, I was given the title of CEO and told not to bring the company to ruin. I managed to avoid bankruptcy and instead have tripled our net worth. I don’t need a lawyer, no matter how good, telling me how to manage my time.

  “I do and I have her replacement. She’ll send over the name today. Get the contracts in order. Instead of the town car service and a rental, give her the money instead.”

  “Does she already have a place?”

  “Yes. Mine.” I hang up because it’s time to find my girl.

  According to my updates from Sokolov, Smooth is poolside, trying to corral a group of rowdy models and their sugar daddies. It’s barely ten so it surprises me that they’re up.

  “They’ve never gone to bed,” Smooth tells me when I arrive.

  “Do you need any help?”

  “Are we allowed to push them all in the pool?” she asks quietly. Her tone suggests she’s mildly exasperated, but outwardly there’s not a hair out of place or a worry line marring her expression.

  “Liability policies suggest that’s not our best plan of attack.”

  “Too bad. I guess we’ll shove them into a villa. There’s one available. I feel like it’s rewarding bad behavior, but the villa is private and we have kids here that don’t need to see that.”

  The ‘that’ is a couple of sugar daddies tugging on the bikini straps of a very well-endowed swimsuit model—the lower bikini straps. Her top is already gone and looks to be floating in the hot tub. Her bare tits would be exposed if there weren’t about a dozen hands on them.

  “Private villa sounds good. Don’t worry, we’ll charge them for it.”

  Smooth gets on her radio and within minutes the rowdy crew is being escorted out of the main pool area. And, once again, I’m struck anew at how capable and savvy Smooth is. It makes me hard in an instant.

  “Have you had breakfast?” I ask, knowing full well the most she’s probably had is a granola bar.

  She makes a face. “You wouldn’t ask that if you thought I had eaten.” She checks her watch. “Fine. Let’s go eat. I have something to talk to you about.”

  “Perfect.” I lead her to a private pool cabana overlooking the beach. The table is a low one, set in front of a wide white lounge sofa. With a nod in Sokolov’s direction, four of the sides are closed, leaving only the one facing the ocean open. There’s plenty of privacy here for all kinds of meals.

  “What would you have done if I’d said no?” Smooth asks as she takes a seat next to me on the cushions.

  “I’d have carried you in here.” There’s no point in lying to her. I’m a man who is used to getting what he wants and I want Smooth.

  “Of course you would. You do realize I’m a person and not a robot to be ordered around.”

  “”Don’t worry. I know precisely how human you are.” I swear I can still taste her on my tongue from when I’d licked my fingers clean of her last night. It makes me want to have more of her. “But feel free to remind me.”

  I jerk her onto my lap, spreading her legs so that she can feel my massive erection pressing against her cunt. My hands dive into her hair as I begin my assault on her smart, sassy mouth. She resists for a half second, more surprised than anything. But the moment my lips touch hers, she melts.

  Her tongue strokes mine. I dig my hands into her and groan with pleasure. Her waist is small, fitting perfectly in my grip. The blood throbs in my dick. Last night, I had to jerk off twice after I’d made her come. I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she looked with her legs splayed wide with her dress bunched up around her waist as I made her come with my fingers while the candlelight danced across her golden skin. She was hot and wet and tasted like heaven. I dreamt about tonguing her, about the feel of her hot channel tight around my fingers, about the heady smell of her arousal filling my lungs, about the sticky sweetness of her cum coating my lips as I would get her off again, only this time with my mouth.

  I want more. My hands drift down to cup her ass. It’s full and juicy, with just enough padding that a few smacks to the round cheeks would only sting, not hurt. She moans and grinds down on my dick. Her hands rake through my hair and pull me closer.

  I don’t want to wait. Not for another second.

  Chapter 12

  Smooth

  I knew this dress was a bad idea the minute I put it on. Still, I slid it right over my head knowing it wouldn't restrict any of my movements today. It also would give Andrew easy access. I wanted him to be able to wander freely with his hands without the restraints of a dress that was too tight. Even as I thought about going to remind him about this being only a fling or nothing at all I’d made sure I had on a dress that could very easily be flung away.

  I’m not the least bit shocked that I didn’t make it to him. He found me first. As normal, it was one thing after another and I’m sure my day would have progressed the same if it hadn't been for Andrew pulling me off to eat. Once again I’m in his lap, my whole body alive and not caring about what else is going on in the resort. Hell, or the rest of the world. When he touched me all thoughts of anything else were forgotten. People are looking for paradise when they come here, to let their hair down. Relaxing is the main goal of most guests, but some want to get a little wild. I am finding that I’m one of the latter. Andrew makes me feel that way. He is quickly becoming my paradise.

  His hands dig into my hips as I get lost in our kiss. God, this man can kiss. He is dominant but soft at the same time. He lets me have control for a moment then he takes it back seconds later. It is all so intoxicating and different. I pull my mouth from his. My breathing is heavy as I try and get myself under control. I’m sure my mouth is swollen like his but he seems calm and collected. His very hard cock is digging into me. Letting me know that he too is affected by what’s happening between us. My eyes close for a second as I continue to grind down on him. My body aches for the release that only he can provide.

  “I wasn't done,” he tells me, breaking me from my rhythm. When my eyes flutter open to look at his face, I swear there is a small pout on his lips. It’s a cocky remark to begin with but still I smile. He doesn't try to pull me back down to kiss him, though. He only leans back as if he’s enjoying the view but I know he can’t see the paradise of the ocean behind me. I’m blocking it for one and his eyes never leave my face. I have all of his attentio
n.

  “You look so fucking beautiful rubbing your pussy all over me. That’s the way I want you to look all the time, Wildflower. Beautiful and carefree.” His words cause warmth to spread through me like wildfire. My body yearns to begin moving again but my mind knows there are other things that need to be handled. I can’t let this get messy. There needs to be lines and boundaries. They aren’t for him really. They are more for me. It is how I know to protect myself.

  “I need to talk to you.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. Reminding both of us that I want to discuss something with him. I start to articulate my thoughts but my mind blanks for a moment. What did I want to talk about again? My mind is way too focused on his cock that is begging for my attention.

  I should be kissing him. I want all the moments with him that I can get before he’s gone. He will go off at some point to do whatever it is he does to maintain a line of luxury resorts. I shake my head out of my daze and remind myself to focus. Before I can say a word, he starts speaking.

  “You have all my time, Wildflower.” He calls me by that name again. I enjoy it more than I should. I also enjoy his reminder that I can slow down with him. Breathe for a moment.

  “Why do you call me that?” I find myself going off topic. Maybe I really don’t want to have this talk after all. The idea of putting an end date on this is already making my heart ache. I should only care about the ache between my thighs but my brain and heart are crossing wires here.

  “I wasn't expecting you but there you were. Everything about you is wild and free.” He pulls me down to him as his hands slide up from my waist into my hair. “You’re so fucking soft too.” His grasp tightens in my hair, taking a fistful. He pulls it a little. Not so hard that it hurts but enough that it makes me lean my neck to the side, exposing myself to him.

  His nose traces up my throat and I feel him breathe me in. His warm breath tickles across my skin. My panties are soaked already from the kiss but this makes me throb. “Smell sweet too.” He takes a small bite of me. “I need a taste of this sweet pussy.” His hand reaches down to cup me through my panties. “I’m going to lift you up and you’re going to sit in my place with your legs spread showing me that smooth little pussy. I’m going to bury my face in your heaven and make you come with my tongue.” He lifts me from our current position and places me back down in the seat.

  “Andrew.” I moan out his name. My body craves his touch. He has this hard softness to him. I don’t know how it’s possible for him to be both but he is.

  “Slide your panties off and offer me that pussy, Wildflower.” I lift up a little and do exactly as he asks. I toss my panties to the side and spread my legs wide open for him to view. I don’t know how he does it. He makes me feel like I’m in control but he’s telling me what to do. It’s oddly freeing. His gaze darkens as he drops to his knees in front of me. His fingertip skates up from my calf to my center.

  A wicked smile pulls at his mouth and I know he’s gotten what he wanted. I am going to let him have it. He is going to have me for breakfast. When he’s done I am going to get a taste of my own.

  Chapter 13

  Andrew

  She’s so damn sexy when she comes with her flesh rosy with arousal and her back arched and her toes curled. She comes down, panting and feral. There’s a dark, hungry look in her eyes as she rises to a sitting position. Her hands slap against my chest.

  “My turn,” she says.

  I let myself fall back onto the cushions. My dick throbs in anticipation. I fantasized about this last night, about my dick between those plush lips, her mouth full of my cock, her throat bulging with the outline of my shaft. That fantasy is becoming a reality.

  I slide my hands behind my head. “Do your worst, Wildflower.”

  She shoves her hair to one side and rips at the fastenings of my pants. I lift my hips as she struggles to get my underwear down over my huge erection. Once freed, my dick bobs happily in the air, its head arrowing toward her.

  At the sight of it, she pauses. I reach down and take the massive shaft in my hand, squeezing hard so I don’t come from her just looking at me.

  “It’ll fit,” I promise.

  “Couldn’t you be about half that size?” she jokes. “It’d be easier for me to fit it in my mouth.”

  “You’ll manage. You’re good at everything.” I smooth the ends of her hair that are hanging above her tits.

  “Hmm. Since I’ve never done this before, how can you be so sure?”

  My cock leaps in excitement over those words. Never given head before. Never been this close to a cock before. She’s all mine. I can’t believe I’ve been given such a precious gift.

  “The head is the most sensitive. Contrary to popular belief, the dick can take some abuse. You won’t hurt me.”

  Unconsciously she licks her lips. I swallow a groan and force myself to breathe. I don’t want to come so soon. This is going to be one of the most pleasurable moments of my life and I want it to last.

  She bends down and her hair falls into my lap. I gather it up into a ponytail and hold it at the back of her head. I could control her like this—control how far down she goes on my cock, how fast of a pace she sets—but Smooth wouldn’t want that. It would scare her. She likes her hands on the wheel and as long as she doesn’t get hurt, I’m fine with that. I ease up, giving her some room to maneuver.

  I grab one of the seat cushion backs and shove it under my head so I can watch her as she leans down and presses a soft kiss against the side of my cock. The desperate boy leaps in response.

  She jerks back. “Oh. I didn’t expect that.”

  “He’s happy to see you.” I squeeze the base of my dick tight. The urge to come is an insistent thrum at the base of my spine.

  “I can see that.” She runs a finger over the tip of my cock, collecting a pearl of cum. She’d look fucking hot with my cream splashed across her cheeks and mouth. I’d scrape it off and make her lick it from my fingers or maybe I’d have her use it as lube and have her finger-fuck herself while I watched. I file both of those ideas away for later use.

  For now...for now all I can concentrate on is her mouth, inches away from my cock, the warmth of her breath whispering its way across my skin, making me tremble. I’m a big man but she holds the cards in this moment. She could ask me for the moon and I’d lasso the sun for her, too.

  The first kiss she places is a chaste one, close-lipped, barely touching, and it takes everything I have not to let my cum shoot out of my dick like a cannonball. She gives me butterfly kisses down the length of my shaft, making my veins bulge and pulse. She moves farther down to nuzzle the base of my shaft and blow on my balls, which have tightened close to my frame.

  Her tongue comes out on the way up, licking and tasting me from the root to the tip. It’s an excruciating sort of pleasure—the kind that is almost too painful to endure.

  “Wildflower, I’m gonna need you to—” My words come out slurred and incomplete. I don’t know what I need. If I come, then this moment of exquisite bliss is over. If I don’t come my dick might fall off.

  “Shhh,” she whispers as if she knows she holds my leash. “Let me...I want to do this.”

  ‘This’ being her wet mouth closing over the broad head of my cock. ‘This’ being her tongue curling around the shaft as she takes me between her lips. ‘This’ being the moans of delight she makes as she bobs up and down my hard dick.

  I can’t hold back any longer. I start moving, shoving my cock inside her hot mouth, and she takes it, opening up her throat, letting me fuck her like she’s done this a million times. I tighten my hold on her hair, hold her head in one place and feed my cock through her lips and down her throat until the outline of my shaft can be seen. She looks up at me with shiny eyes, her whole heart there, telling me to take her, to come inside of her, to mark her as mine.

  The orgasm boils inside of me, heating to the volcanic eruption point. I pull out with a shout and come hard. The milky cream paints her f
ace and tits and chest and I keep coming, harder and longer than I’ve ever come before. I know then that I can’t wait another minute. I have to be inside of her. I have to feel her sweet cunt envelop me.

  I scrape the cum off her chest and hold my fingers to her mouth. “Get these wet, baby, because it’s time to fuck you.”

  Chapter 14

  Smooth

  I wrap my lips around his fingers, tasting his pleasure. I suck hard, wanting to taste all of him. I was momentarily hurt when he’d pulled me from him and didn't come in my mouth. I wanted to know what he tasted like. I was upset until I figured out what he was doing. He was marking me as his. His cum now covers my skin. I moan at the salty sweetness of it as he uses his other hand to rub some into me.

  He made me come with his mouth and I made sure to return the favor. I had no idea that it would be so erotic. I never imagined a blowjob could be. Watching his face heat with pleasure as I gave it to him was intoxicating. Each time that he groaned only encouraged me to work him harder, intensified this need to please him. Watching him lose the control he’s always trying to keep was so sexy. He took over in the heat of the moment and I find that I enjoy his control as much as I enjoy watching him lose it. It was the one time I could let go and still know that he’d take us where we needed to go.

  He picks me up and places me down on the white lounge sofa. He sits and turns toward me. I should probably worry someone might come along but I have a feeling Andrew’s bodyguard isn't going to let anyone near our cabana. I’m sure Andrew made it clear that he wants complete privacy.

  Andrew leans down, kissing a path up my leg. He pushes one softly so that it gently drops to the side, exposing my pussy to him. He presses one finger inside of me. He makes a low sound that comes from deep in his chest. I don’t know exactly what it is but it has me spreading my legs wider, wanting more. He adds another finger. “So tight but we’ll make it work.” I nod my head in agreement as he keeps on pumping them inside of me. He’s trying to get me ready but I’m not sure I can wait another moment. In fact, I think I’m about to come again. I can’t form words but he must read my face. He shifts his body so he’s completely over me. His dark gaze tells me he’s at the point of no return. A chill runs through me thinking of all the pleasure he’s about to bestow upon me.