by Kylie Hudson
“Never,” I grin, using my hand to rid my face of water. “I always satisfy my ladies, however I was not sure you could handle it in front of this lot.” I slap her ass and Siena screams and pushes water into my face before scampering out of the pool. I wade after her, gripping her tiny bikini, almost causing it to slip off her tits.
Eyes drift toward us playfully running out of the pool, and everyone breaks out into laughter. I guess apart from my two close friends who know the truth, everyone else seems sold on the fact that we are a genuine couple. Or so I presume.
Siena adjusts her bikini and escapes to the sanctuary of her circle of new-found drinking buddies. Someone hands her a flute of champagne, now her drink of choice, which she tips to her head and bristly empties the content and reach for another.
I like this girl. I fucking do. She has a spirit to her; a warm and bubbly personality that sucks you into her world. Plus, she does not appear all caught up in her physical appearance, almost oblivious to the fact that every woman in a room turns green with envy when she arrives. Siena is certainly not aware of the power of her beauty.
My eyes survey the crowd. Men and women, from guests to the wait staff, have their eyes trained on her, salivating at every line on her body and dancing to her curves.
Sighing, I wait a few minutes until the bulge in my pants subsides before exiting the pool and joining Parker and Carson. As if on cue, a waiter hands me a glass of scotch. “Someone seems a bit more taken with that island filly than he is letting on, don’t you think, Parker?” Carson slaps me on the back and knits his brows.
“Just letting off a bit of steam, boys.” I start to protest but think better of it.
Parker lays a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Just be careful that you can’t finish what you start,” he says, eyes heavy and rigid. “Women tend to take things deeper than us, and gosh man, open your eyes and look at the fucking girl, this one is a keeper. Girls like Siena don’t grow on trees you know, are you sure you really want to let her go after the end of ninety days?”
I send a fleeting gaze to where Siena is partying alongside a number of movie starlets. Even in that company she stands out. Her thick, buxom body overpowers the slim, typical LA shapes on display. Her gape wanders in my direction and she gives me the finger. Can you believe the nerve of this girl? I laugh nevertheless, she is one of the few women not to be overawed by my presence and I find that a very sensual quality indeed.
The party continues for the next few hours and for unknown reasons I can hardly take my eyes off Siena’s nubile form. I find myself close by her side for most of the time, inhaling her strawberry flavored scent and laughing at her Jamaican jokes. She has us in stitches with her island tales and I am drawn to her articulate nature. On several occasions Carson and Parker nod in my direction, teasing me with their hand gesticulations, as if implying that I am crazy to be even thinking of ditching the island nymph.
Finally, the last of the guests are departing. “Remember what we said,” Parker grips my hand and whispers in my ear as he takes his leave. “Don’t just toss her back into the ocean as yet. Take some time away from work and get to know her better. That’s what I would do.”
I look at Parker’s amazing wife by his side, herself a woman of color and grace and wonder if his words have any ring of truth to them, but I say goodbye, placing my arms around Siena’s waist which feels like the most natural thing in the world, and wave at my departing guests. Rather that pull away, she snuggles closer and glances over at me, eyes glowing in the evening light. “Thanks for throwing me that party, Ryker.” She runs her finger through her hair. “It means so much to me to meet your friends and I had a really great time.”
We stroll hand in hand toward the edge of the terrace and glance at the lights of the valley below. Hollywood Hills at nights has one of the most beautiful backdrop in the world. “It was my pleasure and it was just a party, no big deal.”
Playfully, Siena pushes me away. “It’s not just a party, you big monster. Since ours is a fake romance, you could have locked me up in the house for the ninety day and gone about your business, but you have been a great host, I have to give you that.”
“And what did you expect?”
“Certainly not this much attention, judging from your reputation.”
“And what reputation is that my dear, pray tell?”
“That of the charming but cold and dickhead playboy who loves the girls and then leaves them. I certainly Googled you, if you must know, and those young starlets had a mouthful of gossip to share.” She breaks into that infectious laughter that I find so enticing, her treasure of a chest heaving and eyes a kaleidoscope of varying colors. My young fiancée has never looked more beautiful and appetizing as she does at this moment.
Stifling a grunt, I bite my lips, feeling my cock stiffening, becoming a tent pole in my trunks. This fucking shaft seems to have a mind of its own and tends to betray me when I least except it. Siena stares downward and breaks into giggles. “Someone down there seems to be appreciating the scenery up here.” She wiggles her nose and runs her tongue across her lips, teasing the fuck out of me.
The last of the staff have gone and I don’t know if it the charged atmosphere or Siena’s large apple bottom sticking out temptingly, but I saunter closer and wrap my arms around her from behind as she clings to the railing, continuing to stare at the lights below. “You are so darn beautiful, Miss Ward.” My voice is hoarse with desire, my cock thumping against her ass. The world is standing still and a bunch of emotions gather in my chest.
“Why thank you, Mr. Dean.” Siena presses unabashedly against me, pushing her perfect ass against my rigid cock and I am fucking gone, lost in a sexual haze. My chest expands to unrecognizable dimensions and my abdominal muscles tighten. My legs are turning to jelly underneath me. I can’t remember a woman ever having this effect on me. Sure, I get horny and all the physical changes take place when I am with a woman I want to fuck. But this is different. I want to possess her. I want to impale her. I daresay I want her screaming my name into the night sky as she ignites on my cock and crashes and burn.
The feel of her swollen pussy lips inside the tiny triangle draped around her hips causes my cock to throb uncontrollably and again pre-cum dribbles from head. “Are you sure you want to start this up again, Ryker?” She does not look around, but grips the railing as if her life depends on it.
Siena Ward is so gorgeous it hurts to look at her sometimes. My cock is swollen and starved and my balls turn to lead.
In the next instance my fingers crawl up her ass, weaving their way along the treacherous contours of her hips and sides, across the plains of her too-tight tummy for a big girl, where they linger and flirt with her navel ring and finally rest on the tight peaks on top of her chest. I clutch her tits, savoring their tautness as her body shudders and a whimper escapes her lips, her voice vibrating and eventually breaking. I tweak her nipples which are now the size of small strawberries. “Damn it, you have me weak,” she whines, sucking in drags of air. “Why the hell did you have to have this effect on me.” She shakes her head and moans loudly as I continue tweaking her nipples. “I am wet, Ryker; my sex is flooding.”
My hands are urgent alien creatures now, grabbing her tits and squeezing them while she hangs on for dear life. Her body is firm but quivering in my arms as if she is experiencing an epileptic fit. Suddenly, her hand reaches behind her and begins stroking my thighs; timidly at firm, but becoming emboldened tracing the outline of my now turgid cock through my trunks. “Be careful,” my voice rumbles with need due to the ferocity of my desires. “I am not sure you can handle my length.”
A gurgle emanates from Siena’s throat. “It’s only sex, Ryker. I can handle it; it’s not as if we are in love. I can manage a fling while we are together.”
Siena turns her head for a moment and I see the lust flaring in her eyes. Then her fingers reach into my trunks and grip my cock; soft hands gently milking me and a cry of agony escapes my lips.
Her hands on my cock are like hot irons branding my soul.
I have to fuck my fake fiancée tonight. There is no turning back now.
CHAPTER 6
Siena
My mouth is suddenly dry, and my body feels achy and swoony all over.
Ryker’s massive frame is tucked in behind me, his dick pressing against the cheek of my ass and his giant hands cupping and squeezing my breasts. A drum beats inside me and I make a hissing sound and suck in air, my parched lungs starving for the life-saving substance. There are cramps in my tummy that won’t go away and a tingling inside my sex as juices snake their way to the center of my core.
My sex, or punaany as they like to call it in Jamaica, is soppy. My stepdad and mom had done a good job in shielding me from the bad boys in Jamaica, and apart from a few stolen kisses, I have yet to know what it feels like having a man inside me. Ever since I met Ryker I have fantasized about what it would feel like having his dick sliding into my sex and now it’s actually thick and heavy against my ass. I feel the steel ridge of his shaft threatening to pry me apart even though it is hidden away in his trunks.
Reaching behind me, I stoke the outline of his organ and I feel it swelling until it is like a tree trunk pressing, pushing and demanding more of my attention. Oh my goodness, what have I gotten myself into. There is no doubt about it, he has a large dick and notwithstanding the brave front that I am putting up, I don’t know if my virgin pussy can accommodate his size.
Earlier in the pool, Ryker had teased me to the edge of madness; torturing my clit with his expert fingers until I had almost climaxed. The man is a tease, and because he is much more experienced he thinks I am just a little girl. But I can be a tease too, so I dip into his trunks and free his dick from captivity. “Fuck, little girl,” he lets out a guttural scream. “Your fingers feel so fucking good; my cock is on fire.” His hot breath is scorching the back of my neck.
My body is a live wire, jolts of electricity snapping at my flesh, but I grip his shaft by the base and slowly trail my fingers all the way to the tip. It is the first time I am touching a man’s prick and I like its texture. What will it feel like driving into me?“ Ahh,..aah. You are good at this shit.” Ryker’s body is trembling against mine and I stroke his monster faster, my fingers discovering a watery film on the tip. This must be his pre-come juice that I had read about in books. “If you continue playing with my cock to blast all over your fingers,” he groans, biting into my neck and a new wave of swoony sensations invades my being. I had no idea my neck was so sensitive.
“Little girl, I am going to fuck you tonight,” Ryker declares forcefully, his filthy statement almost causing me to collapse backwards in his arms. My tummy is fluttering harder by the minute and strange sensations are taking hold of me.
At the start of the evening I never thought it would come to this. Can I back away now? I know the sexual tension had been building up between us the past few weeks, and that if I were not careful it would explode like a hand grenade at some point. No, I am not naïve to think that being with a man like him, day in and day out would be easy. His body is overpowering, especially when he works out in that home gym of his. How I have watched his muscles glisten when the sweat poured from his pores. The sight of his bulges and his masculine physique has been more than I could bear. I mean, his muscle-wrapped shoulders are made for digging your fingers into as he pushes into the deepest parts of you.
Certainly, I have tried to be a good girl and to let good sense prevail. I am not a plaything to be used by a man. But hey, this man is my fiancée, although a fake one, so what if I let him sample my sex, there is no harm in that is it?
Yet, I do not want to fall in love with this man and have my heart broken, which is what is bound to happen if I act on my cravings for his touch. He is a rich playboy with scores of women at his beck and call, and he is with me as a favor to my stepdad, nothing more and nothing less.
“So you think I am just a little girl and you are Ryker Dean, the big man in Hollywood? Who has the power now?” I squeeze his balls and he curses like a shattered man.
My fake fiancée thrusts his manhood against the folds of my sex causing me to gasp. “As you can feel, I am very much a big man,” he says gruffly, gnawing at my jugular vein, which is resulting in excruciating shock of pleasure from my head to my toe. “Yes, little girl, I have certain sexual tastes which you may be too young to appreciate.”
“Like what.” I want to know his kinks, but what if they are too dark for me? I have read novels where powerful men like to tie up women and get off on dominating them.
“I like to fuck in public.”
Judging from our encounter in the pool earlier I realize I like kink that just fine. “I can manage that.” Darn, is this me, Siena Ward, telling a man that I find sex in public a turn-on?
“I can be very rough when I fuck.” His cock is fluttering against the crack of my ass.
“I don’t mind, just don’t hurt me.”
And just like that Ryker laughs, turns me around and stares into my eyes. His green eyes are hypnotic, causing me to feeI as if my spirit has left my body and is floating on air. This is the first time I have been in this compromising position with a man and a spray of goosebumps rush down my neck. “Do you want to kiss me?” he mutters teasingly. The delicious ridges in his stomach, trapping my tortured mind, provide an answer to that question.
“Yes,” I pant. “I want to feel your lips pressing against mine.”
Then his mouth stamps over mine and fireworks explode in my head. Ryker kisses me hard and possessive. I remember the words of my late mother. ‘It’s all in the kiss,’ she used to say. ‘If you meet a man and his kisses don’t knock the socks off your feet then he is not the one.’ I may not be wearing socks right now, but if I had, they would have been blown off. I mean my toes are curling upward and I reach up like a boss and return his poker-hot kiss.
Ryker’s lips are brutal, crushing my much softer ones. His tongue forces its way into my mouth and slaps against my tongue as I desperately suck in air. I cling to him, hanging on for dear life, enjoying the swordplay our tongues are engaging in and the harshness of his breath rushing into my mouth. His chest shudders as I suck on his lips. Our moans mingle and turn into shallow breaths. Heat blankets my skin before settling between my thighs and I have no idea how long I can maintain my balance.
“Do you like when I play with your tits, Siena?” he asks, eyes twinkling like one of the stars up above.
“Y…yes,” I stammer in response, as he tears away the small bikini top and hurls it to the ground. I tremble as the cool night air wafts over my exposed breasts causing my nipples to swell into even bigger points.
My big, strong lover-to-be bends down from that place where his head inhabits in the sky, takes a nipple between his lips and gently sucks on it. If I thought I was in heat, then with his lips on my mouth I am now on fire, my breath hissing like a snake as I snap back my head, closing my eyes and reveling in the delicious crests of pleasure overtaking me.
He moves his lips from one breast to the other, gently biting at the nipples as his finger drums along my tummy which is tucked in tighter. His breath feathers my sensitive peak causing me to writhe against him. Reaching out, I sink my nails into his shoulder drawing blood, but the man does not flinch, instead brings his entire mouth over my nipple, sucking as if his life depends on it.
Ryker’s pupils are expanding with lust and I know it is just a matter of time before he gets down to the real business of popping my Jamaican cherry. “Your nipples taste like strawberries, but now I want to feel just how wet your pussy is.” Reaching down he tears the little triangle from around my ass leaving me naked and panting in front of him. For a moment he does nothing but stare at me. I feel helpless and vulnerable with the petals of my flesh exposed. “You are fucking beautiful,” he finally husks. “A damn work of art.”
Breathing fire, he pushes me gently against the railing and massive hands pry apart my legs. Ryk
er’s eyes again change color and his tongue slides over his lips in lecherous delight. “What sweet pussy lips you have,” he whispers, before using his fingers to gently open the petals of my flesh; teasing, toying, testing my reaction. Moisture sweeps down and saturates my folds. “Now I am going to suck this fresh, young Jamaican punaany.” His glare is both alarming and a turn on at the same time.
My pulse flutters as pressure gather at the junction of my thighs. I can see the lines of strain on his forehead. The thought of his lips on my sex is causing palpitations in my chest. “You are going to…eat me?” I ask, kicking myself that I sound so silly and innocent. But my sex is exposed and I am whimpering on shaky knees ready for a sensation I have only dreamt about.
“Yes,” he husks, as his tongue snakes forward and brushes my folds and I grab hold of his shoulder, recoiling at this new, indescribably feeling. “Shit…shit.” My legs are shuddering as a sweet sensation overtakes me. My sex is burning, clenching and unclenching at his oral assault. Ryker’s tongue slides back and forth over my petals, slurping on them, playing in my juices which are now flowing like a gushing stream. “It feels so good….please….pretty please, don’t you dare stop.” I would kill him if he withdraws his mouth. I want more of his mouth on my slit, it feels soooo good.
Then his tongue greedily slashes over my clit… and all the years of pent-up sexual frustration pool into the center of my sex. My pupils enlarge, my heart begins racing a million miles an hour and my legs become rubbery. I lose control…I am drifting on clouds, and I know I will fall, but what a fall. “I am going to come, Ryker,” I scream, losing control and not caring if anyone should hear me. “I am going to wet your tongue.” My older girlfriends had told me of this feeling, but nothing they described could have prepared me for this.