by S. L. Adams
I rub the semi hard bulge in his shorts. He groans, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to his lips, his mouth covering mine with a hungry kiss. My eyes fly open when the whistle shrieks loudly through the tent. Lola stands in the entrance with her hands on her hips.
“If you two can’t follow the rules, maybe you should just go back to your cabin,” she says with an annoyed scowl.
“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” I say quietly.
“Very sorry,” Alex says, putting his hands in his lap.
“I want you to finish undressing your partner now. Do it slowly, making sure to caress her as you remove the rest of her clothing.”
I lean back, lifting my bum as Alex slides my shorts down over my hips and pulls them off. He licks his lips as he looms over me, my body clad only in my skimpy, black bikini.
“Behave,” I hiss. “Gretchen will kill us if we get kicked out.”
“No talking,” Lola bellows.
Oh my God. This lady is like a fucking drill sergeant.
I tremble with excitement as Alex undoes the ties on my bikini top and slides it off my body, his thumbs grazing my erect nipples. He hooks his fingers under my bottoms and slides them down my thighs, leaving me completely naked. I grab the sheet that is folded neatly at the edge of the mat and cover myself.
“Guys, please open your massage oil. You want your lady completely relaxed before you begin the yoni massage. I want you rub the oil over her body using the intimate touch techniques that I showed you earlier.”
I lay on my stomach as Alex pulls down the sheet and massages my back and buttocks. I drift into a state of complete relaxation. He’s fantastic with his hands. Which I already know, of course. When he rolls me onto my back and starts massaging my breasts, I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Holy smokes. The playful look is gone from his face. He is seriously turned on. How are we ever going to control ourselves?
“Before we start the yoni massage, I want you to understand something. Your goal isn’t to make her orgasm right away. You want to hold her off as long as possible. If you think she’s getting close, back off. And yes, guys, she is going to do the same thing to you later. I want you to start by rubbing some oil on her mound and slowly work your way down to her outer lips, gently massaging her. Take your time!”
Alex positions himself between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. I squirm on the mat as he massages my lady parts. It feels amazing. I forget that we aren’t alone and lose myself in the pleasure that he delivers.
“Now stroke the clitoris in a clockwise motion, paying close attention to your partner’s arousal levels. Pull back if you need to.”
Alex caresses my clit, sending electrical currents straight to my nipples. A whimper escapes my lips, followed by a loud moan. I squirm, the plastic mat cover sticking to my sweaty back. Holy fuck. I've never experienced anything like this before. How did the great sex God, Fitz, never use massage oil on me? What an excellent addition to my repertoire.
I hear moans coming from the other tents. Jesus. A whole new take on group sex. My climax is building, the pressure mounting in my pelvis as my thighs quiver. I open my eyes when Alex stops massaging me. An evil grin spreads across his mouth.
“Why did you stop?” I pant.
“You were gonna come. I was doing as I was told.”
“Oh, now you want to follow the rules?!” I thrust toward his hand, desperate to have him touch me.
“I don’t think so, baby doll,” he chuckles, putting is oil covered hand behind his back.
“No talking,” Lola says sternly from outside our tent. “If you’re done massaging the outside of your girl’s yoni, you can move to the internal massage. Bring her close to orgasm and then pull back again. As cruel as that seems, she will benefit later. It will help her have stronger orgasms if you practice this on a regular basis.”
What a load of bullshit. This woman is just into torturing people.
Alex slides an oily finger inside me while he looks me in the eye, animalistic need screaming from his steaming hot gaze. I arch my back, thrusting toward him as he pulls out and pushes two fingers back in while massaging my clit with his thumb. Liquid seeps from my body, trickling into the crack of my ass and down my thighs. When I’m about to implode again, he pulls away until I settle down.
“Okay, guys. If you feel like you’ve tortured your girl enough you can go ahead and make her come now.”
Oh thank fuck!
Alex shoves three fingers in me, thrusting hard and fast. It isn’t long before I come on his hand, moaning loudly. I close my eyes, panting heavily as the intense orgasm slams through me. My body goes limp as I lay motionless, enjoying every last drop of pleasure, completely satiated.
Chapter 24
Alex
I quickly strip off my shirt and shorts and stretch out on my back with my hands behind my head. I’m excited about my massage. My cock is rock hard, tenting the thin sheet covering me as I watch Shelby get dressed. She is so sexy. I just want to fuck her day and night for the rest of my life. Shelby is the one. I have no doubt. Somehow, I have to find a way to convince her to give me a second chance.
“Okay, ladies. It’s time to pleasure your man. For our female couple, you can just go head with your yoni massage and tune me out.”
After she rubs oil into my shoulders, back and torso, Shelby drops to her knees between my legs, a wickedly sexy grin on her beautiful lips. I’m pleased that she didn’t put all her clothes back on. Just her bikini. I can stare at her perfect tits while she massages me.
“Guys, you need to take deep breaths and relax. Your legs should be apart with your knees slightly bent to allow your partner full access to your genitalia.”
I spread my legs further as Shelby climbs between my thighs. It takes every ounce of restraint I have to refrain from touching her. She looks me in the eye and runs her tongue along her lips as she waits for Lola to continue.
“You’re going to pay later if you keep teasing me,” I growl under my breath.
“Promise?” she asks in a throaty whisper.
“You bet your sexy ass on it.”
“Ladies, you can start by massaging his thighs with the oil, then slowly work your way up to the testicles. Be gentle. You can cup them or fondle them but keep one eye on your man’s face. He might want to communicate with you if he doesn’t like something you’re doing. Don’t forget that sensitive spot between his scrotum and his anus.”
I groan deeply when Shelby runs her hands over my balls, gently rubbing the oil in with just the right amount of pressure. My cock throbs as I watch her leaning over me, her tits swaying, barely contained in her tiny bikini. It’s killing me knowing her pussy is soaking wet under her bikini bottoms. And I can’t do anything about it. Fear of Lola is the only thing keeping me from throwing Shelby down on the mat and fucking her brains out.
“Work your way up the shaft alternating between a one and two hand massage. Pay attention to his breathing and back off if you think he is nearing orgasm.”
I squirm around on the mat, biting my lip as I try to hold back. Shelby is pretty talented at giving a hand job. With massage oil on her palms and fingers, she’s a fucking goddess. She pulls back when my breathing gets heavy. It’s pure torture.
“Let your man cool down. Then we’re going to massage the sacred place. Try externally first by locating a little walnut midway between the testicles and the anus. If he handles that well, and you both feel comfortable, you can try massaging the prostate internally by putting your finger in his anus about two or three inches and gently massaging the anterior wall of the rectum.”
Oh fuck. I know my little vixen is game for an internal massage. She already gave me one the other night. There’s no way I will be able to hold back if she does that. No fucking way.
My cock throbs, pulsating as she brings me close with the external massage. She withdraws her hand and leans back, giving me a full view of her pussy, barely covered by her bathing
suit. I squeeze my eyes shut, growling with frustration. When my breathing settles down, she lubes up her finger and slips it into my asshole.
“Holy fuck!” I yell. I can’t help it. She’s massaging my fucking prostate and I’m gonna come. I don’t give a shit about Lola or her stupid rules anymore. She straddles me keeping her finger in my ass. Then she’s rubbing her pussy on the tip of my cock and I can’t take it anymore. I grab her ass, grinding myself against her as my cock pulsates and comes, squirting cum all over her bikini bottoms.
“How was your massage?” Blake asks, elbowing me as we climb out of our tents.
“Pretty fucking hot. Except for the teasing torture part. But the end reward made it all worth it.”
“Oh definitely.”
I take Shelby’s hand, lacing our fingers together as we wait to be dismissed.
Lola studies us, her eyes narrowed, forehead creased. “I call bullshit.”
I have no idea what she’s referring to. Shelby looks up at me and shrugs.
“I do this everyday and meet all kinds of couples. And there’s no way you guys are just fuck buddies. The sexual chemistry, the looks you exchange, you two are seriously into each other.”
“Nope,” Shelby says a little too defensively. “Just friends.”
My muscles tense up. Why is she so determined to continue with that ridiculous delusion? I know she has feelings for me that go way beyond casual.
“Okay then,” Lola scoffs. “Well, thanks so much, folks. I hope you enjoyed the workshop and learned lots about using touch in your intimate encounters.”
An awkward silence ensues in the elevator as we ride down to our deck. Nobody wants to make eye contact. Is it a result of embarrassment after sharing an intimate experience, or maybe we’re just tired?
“There’s nothing on the itinerary this afternoon,” Gretchen says, finally breaking the silence as we enter our corridor.
“Good. We’ll see you at dinner,” I say as I unlock my cabin door and drag Shelby inside, slamming it behind us, our friends laughter echoing through the thin walls.
I scoop her up over my shoulder, dropping her unceremoniously on my bed. She screams playfully as I climb on top of her.
“Now you’re in trouble, you little tease,” I growl.
“I didn’t tease you anymore than you did me. That was the whole point. To bring you to the edge over and over.”
“Whatever. The whole thing made me super horny.” I bring my mouth down to hers, slipping my tongue between her lips as my hand slides inside her shorts.
“Don’t you want to shower first?” she asks, laughing. “We are kind of greasy and gross from all that massage oil.”
“I don’t care. I want inside you right now. We can shower after.” I yank down her shorts and bikini bottoms in one fallow swoop. After removing my own shorts and applying a condom, I grab her ankles. Spreading her legs wide, I slide into her. She sinks back into the pillows, moaning with pleasure. It feels so good, so right.
Chapter 25
Shelby
“I can’t believe it’s our last night on the ship,” Gretchen says as we step into the elevator.
“It actually went a lot faster than I thought it would,” I reply with a soft chuckle. “I honestly thought five days at sea would be really boring.”
“We’ve still got seven whole days in Hawaii,” Joanna pipes up. “And the wedding.”
“Well, I enjoyed the cruise very much,” Alex says, sliding his arm around my waist and planting a kiss on the top of my head. “Thank you very much, Gretchen and Blake.”
“Yeah, thanks,” everyone says in unison.
“Does anyone even know what movie is playing?” Sally asks.
“A Star is Born,” Gretchen replies. “Shelby has a thing for Bradley Cooper.”
“Oh yeah, he’s hot,” Leslie giggles.
“Bradley Cooper, eh?” Alex says, taking my hand as we exit the elevator and head toward the deck.
I shrug. “He’s not bad to look at.”
Movie night under the stars is taking place on one of the upper aft decks. Everyone is given a blanket, popcorn and sodas. Alex and I huddle together on a lounger. I settle between his legs, laying back on his chest. At about the halfway point of the movie, we shift so we’re lying side by side under the blanket.
“How are we supposed to watch the movie like this?” I whisper.
“We’re not. We’ve seen it before. I would rather watch you.” He gazes into my eyes, the intensity sending my heart into a wild gallop. He isn’t feeling playful tonight. That much is obvious by the look in his eyes. He tucks my hair behind my ear before running his thumb gently over my lips. My stomach quivers. Is it excitement or nervousness that has my body on alert? Alex and I agreed to a no strings fling, and up until now, things have remained pretty casual for the most part. But tonight, under the stars, something changes in his behaviour.
He presses his mouth to mine, gently caressing my lips, his hands firmly planted on my hips. Alex is under a blanket with me and he isn’t fondling me. Something is definitely up.
“Is everything ok?” I ask.
“Yes,” he replies, his voice hoarse, his green eyes dark and smoky.
“Alex…”
“I know, I know. This is just casual. Neither of us is ready for a relationship right now.”
“So, why do you look so serious?”
“I don’t know,” he says, tracing my collarbone with his thumb. “I’m just in a weird mood.”
“Do you want to go?”
“No. I just want to hold you in my arms and enjoy this time that I have with you.”
Oh shit. Did his voice just tremble? He is not in a casual frame of mind anymore. Was he ever? Was I? I can’t go down that road again with Alex. It took me a long time to get over him. I can’t go through that again. It would kill me.
“We still have lots of time together, baby doll. Let’s just take it one day at a time.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “Tonight, can we just be together? No wild sex or kinky games.”
“Okay.” I rub my palm across his jaw, the stubble rough on my soft hand. “We can just snuggle if that’s what you want.”
“That’s not what I want,” he says, his voice low and husky as he slides his lips across mine. “I want to make love to you, Shelby.”
His words send a shiver up my spine. I'm afraid of the term, making love. It’s not something you do with a casual partner. I was with Fitz for five years and we had never had relations that could be classified as making love. There was no tenderness or affection in our relationship. It was more like a business arrangement. I've only been with a man that way once. And it was Alex. My first time. The only time we slept together that summer. That fateful night when my best friend took her own life.
Alex was so tender, kissing me and touching me everywhere before he slid inside me, gently taking me and making me a woman. It was a perfect first time. Until it wasn’t. I laid on his chest afterward, the blanket pulled tightly around us as we cuddled in his bed, our fingers threaded together.
Then came the knock at the door. Gretchen. I had turned off my cell phone. She knew where to find me. It was two in the morning, hours since Alex and I left the dance. She would tell me later, she held off coming with the news, wanting to make sure she didn’t interrupt. That was Gretchen. Practical. Penny was gone. An extra couple hours wouldn’t change that fact. She took a whole bottle of extra strength acetaminophen and then slashed her wrists. Right in the walk in freezer off the kitchen.
And just like that, the best night of my life was forever tainted by that memory and the crushing guilt. I only engaged in rough, impersonal hookups after that night. It was easier that way, leaving emotion and feelings out of the bedroom. And it was safer. If I never saw the guy again, it made no difference to me. I didn’t get attached. My wounded heart couldn’t withstand another stabbing.
When Fitz ended our relationship, I was shocked. I experienced some sadness which I d
etermined was a result of the loss of my security blanket as opposed to a man who I never truly loved. And who didn’t love me. He used me as much as I used him. I had never admitted that to myself before now. Deep down, I think I knew that from day one. But I was in denial.
Alex is the only man I’ve ever loved. And he wants to make love to me. How can that be a bad thing? The wall I built around myself is starting to crumble and Alex is the one holding the hammer.
“Okay,” I whisper, running my hands through his dark, thick locks. “Make love to me tonight, Alex.”
Chapter 26
Alex
The waves splash against the back of the ship, the curtains dancing against the partially open patio door. Soft light from the bedside lamp casts a quiet glow over the cabin.
I sit next to Shelby at the foot of my bed. She fidgets, looking down at her hands as she chews on her lower lip. I’m perplexed by this woman. She has no qualms about tying me up and getting herself off in front of me. Receiving oral in a bar didn’t scare her. But the prospect of making love has her twisted up in knots.
I place my fingers on her jaw and gently turn her head toward me. She looks terrified. Jesus. I need to help her relax. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Shelby Richardson.” I’m rewarded with a small smile.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
“You’re welcome, baby doll.”
I gaze into her beautiful chestnut eyes for a long time, absorbing her beauty. There’s so many emotions pouring from her that I’m not sure if she’s going to laugh or cry. “Relax, sweetheart. There’s no hurry. I plan to take my time and make sweet love to you all night.” I tuck her hair behind her ear before bringing her fingers to my lips. She closes her eyes, sighing deeply as I press my lips to the back of her hand, then turn it over and gently kiss her palm. Bringing my lips to her wrist, I slowly kiss my way up her forearm to her elbow and lift her arm and place it around my neck. She follows suit and wraps her other arm around me.