Lucas looked around. Besides the two of them, four other couples had joined the class. They looked anywhere from their fifties to late sixties except for a pregnant lady and her partner. Next to him, Crystal followed instructions, kicking and swinging her arms to the rhythm of the annoying pop song blasting from the outdoor speakers.
She wore a simple one-piece black swimsuit, and he wondered if she’d owned it prior to her shopping trip to the store back in New York. Surely, Felicia would have tried to persuade Crystal to buy something flashier, adorned with special beads or with a sexy cut that would accentuate her sinful form.
Lucas was happy she hadn’t.
If seeing Crystal in the modest swimsuit had raised the temperature several degrees, imagine what a skimpy bikini would have done to him.
“You on the left,” the instructor said jovially, pointing at him. “You can admire your girlfriend later. Now, let’s work out.”
The couple behind him laughed. He fixed his sunglasses in place, taking the comment in stride, and focused on mimicking whatever ridiculous movements the others made. He enjoyed running, playing soccer, fighting Jiu-Jitsu. This? Hell no.
During the rest of the session, Crystal didn’t dare to even look in his direction. Maybe she was as aware of him as he was of her. She went to the bungalow to shower alone, then he wrote some notes about the place and sent out a few emails. By the time he entered the suite, the moon had risen outside.
Crystal finished applying her make up, and he swallowed hard when he found her in front of the dresser. That was the first time they both occupied the same room since they’d had sex. He drew in a long breath, and could feel his heart pulsing in his damn throat.
A maroon dress hugged her curves just right. A couple of thin straps begged to come off on each side of the dress, and although it was long, hiding even her ankles, there was nothing boring about it. The sultry color brought out her eyes, complemented her pale skin color, and displayed her graceful neck.
“Ready?” she asked, turning to him.
Not for this. How the hell was he supposed to return to his work relationship with his employee when he’d screwed her? The darkness didn’t take away her moans, the feel of her soft skin on his, the crazy awesome sensation of screwing her tight pussy. “Yes, I’m ready.” Ready to bang you again.
* * *
“So, how did you two meet each other?” Marcela asked in a sexy voice that matched her looks.
For the past hour, Crystal had sat next to Lucas and across from thirty-something Marcella, the brunette beauty with a flawless olive skin and a green dress that emphasized her perfect body. Her husband, Carlos Lacerda, was obviously smitten by her. A man in his sixties, he looked good—fit for his age, but Crystal couldn’t help noticing Marcela’s attention on Lucas was excessive.
By glancing at him a beat longer than necessary or looking at him even when Marcela spoke to Crystal, Marcela gave out not-so-subtle hints of her interest in him. Every so often, her husband touched her elbow or whispered in her ear and she flashed him a smile, temporarily remembering she already had a man.
“Mutual friends,” Lucas answered, giving the universal reply whenever people didn’t really want to talk about how they met.
“How interesting,” Marcela said, her eyes on his. “That’s how we met too, isn’t it Lucas?”
Lucas smiled. “It’s a small world.”
Marcela gave Crystal a glance, then said dismissively, “And it keeps getting smaller.”
What the hell did she mean by that? That she should be happy she had landed herself a man like Lucas? Anger welled inside, but Crystal swallowed the lump in her throat. She’d been hired to play a part, and that didn’t include clocking another woman’s lights out at dinner.
Fight fire with fire. Crystal angled closer to Lucas, and put her hand on his. He immediately looked at her, his eyes widening. His warm skin sent a shot of arousal up her arm and everywhere else in her body.
His rich brown eyes flickered. Damn Lucas.
He brought her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. “Our world keeps getting smaller, doesn’t it meu amor? Sometimes, it feels like we’re the only ones there.”
It does! She sucked in a breath, then let it out slowly, afraid she wouldn’t keep up with her own breathing.
“That’s wonderful,” Carlos said, pulling them from the cloud of awareness. “Maybe time at the resort will cement your relationship even more.”
“Of course. Makes me wonder though… it’s such a nice facility. I’m surprised you’re interested in selling it,” Lucas said.
Carlos shifted in his seat. “As you must know, my ex wife took me to the cleaners last year during our divorce. I have to make some hard decisions and consolidate my assets.”
Though Lucas nodded, Crystal gave him a sideway glance and just knew he wasn’t buying it. Frankly, neither was she. Why would the man sell a place that could return his investment tenfold if he addressed whatever issues they were having?
“A man like you though, has the time and stamina to take this place on,” Marcela said.
“Are you saying I don’t have stamina, my love?” Carlos asked amusingly.
“No, meu querido.” Marcela batted her eyelashes and squeezed her husband’s arm. “I just meant Lucas doesn’t have a greedy ex wife, grown children or a current wife to worry about. So he’s got more time to invest in a property like this.”
“That’s true,” Carlos said. “Maybe you’re interested? Since you paid us this lovely visit.”
“We’re actually celebrating our third month together. A little anniversary trip,” Crystal said, winking at him. Something in her gut told her there was a reason behind the sale of the resort.
“Nice. Three months, huh?” Marcela said.
Lucas stroked her cheek, and her flesh sizzled under his touch. “Seems like it all started yesterday,” he said, and she didn’t miss the spark in his eyes. “Doesn’t it, my love?” he said, amusement lacing his voice. The desire simmering in the depths of his irises remained, and her chest rose and fall, her hardening nipples strained against the lacy bra.
Another purchase from their outing together.
Another mistake.
How hypocritical was she? She’d always criticized her mother for focusing on her looks and believing meaningless flings meant more than what they meant. Am I doing the same? No, she added inwardly. She clenched her thighs together, trying hard to suppress the throb in between them.
She needed to splash some cold water on her face and clear her head. “Excuse me,” she said, getting to her feet abruptly. “I need to use the restroom,” she added, forcing a smile, without looking at Lucas.
She walked through the restaurant, registering the occupied tables filled with good-looking people from all ages who seemed to be having a much better time than her. She found her way into the dim lit hallway. Two different doors led to the male and female’s restrooms. She opened the door, and touched the black granite counter for support. A couple of women spoke to each other in Portuguese as they exited the area, leaving her alone.
A number of travel size toiletries crowded a bowl next to the sink. The place smelled like vanilla, the opulence of the ambience matching the luxurious restaurant interior.
Crystal turned on the tap and washed her hands, ready to splash some cold water on her neck to ease down her ardor. She tapped some water on her neck, and looked at herself in the mirror, inhaling. Closing the tap tight, she let out the air and hoped some of her overwhelming desire for Lucas would follow suit.
“Hiding?” she heard his voice, and almost jumped. He locked the door behind him, and walked up to her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, finding it hard to breathe.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, closing the gap between them.
Oh, no. He dipped his head, his mouth within inches of hers. She reached behind her on the edge of the counter, gripping it. Heat coiled very low in her belly, her
nipples hardening at the nearness of him. Her lips parted before she willed her brain to work, and she found herself swaying toward him, leaning into him.
Lucas caught her lips in his with hunger, and she didn’t deny him. She linked her arms around him, gluing her body to his. Her mind and common sense deserted her, and she decided to play along, too aroused to be combative.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, teasing, claiming, punishing. She kept trying to catch up to his passionate dynamic, working her own tongue and lips, but always fell short. He lifted her onto the countertop, and she wrapped her legs around him, the pulse in her pussy begging for more.
Lucas slid his hand down her dress, his fingers caressing her. Heat seeped through the fabric, and inside she burned for his touch. She arched toward him, wanted to give herself to him more than anything she’d ever wanted.
He disengaged from her mouth, tracing a sinful path down her cheeks and jaw. She moaned, already missing his greedy kisses. Groaning, he lowered the straps of her dress, and her breasts bounced free, feeling a lot heavier and fuller than they actually were. He lowered himself, his tongue lapping at her taut nipple, causing tingles to shoot up and down her body. She reveled in the warm sensation, her pussy so soaking wet she was pretty sure she needed her underwear off.
He cupped the other breast, sucking it eagerly. Then, he glided his hand between her legs, making her whimper. He slipped two fingers into her underwear, and soon after, into the drenching wet spot that needed, craved his attention. And the release it would bring.
“Yes,” she hissed, egging him on.
She lowered one hand down his shoulder and pecs, her fingers trembling at the contact of his hard muscles. When she reached his belt, she unbuckled it, without much finesse, and slipped her hand into his pants and underwear.
She felt his shudder when she palmed his warm, large, hard cock. Smiling, she stroked up and down his length. In retaliation, he added another finger into her pussy, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from shouting. It’s like he knew exactly where to touch her… He continued the teasing, upping his rhythm until she could no longer take the sweet agony and came, gasping, her body shaking.
She wanted to make him come, too. But he gripped her wrist and disengaged her from his dick, saying, “Turn around. It’s time to fuck.”
Every part of her tingled and throbbed. It was time to fuck alright.
Chapter 5
Lucas propped her to lean into the countertop, her hands splayed on the granite. He raised the hem of her dress until a good amount of fabric bunched at her waist. He admired the bikini-type panties she had on. Beige and unremarkable to some, they sent fire through his veins.
During dinner, he’d tried to keep his focus on asking the right questions but all he cared about was how lovely Crystal looked. How he’d kiss her senseless and bury his head between her legs at the first opportunity. When he stared at her intensely, certain his eyes didn’t hide his desire, she’d gone to the bathroom. He’d used the opportunity to say he’d check on her, maybe the appetizers didn’t agree with her, and followed her inside.
He looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts rose and fell, bare and beautiful. She looked at him through the mirror, desire sparkling in her big brown eyes. A shade of pink covered her cheeks, and she’d never looked sexier. His gut clenched, and he knew fully well he needed more time to fuck her properly. A quickie in the public restroom wasn’t nearly enough. A rush of blood thrummed in the side veins down his cock, the tip tingly and achy for release. Pre-cum bubbled at the head, and he knew he didn’t have much time to plunge into her snatch and explode inside.
He pulled down her underwear, exposing her plump ass, and he couldn’t resist… he kissed the soft flesh, nibbled it, kneaded her buttocks. She squirmed, letting out a wonderful throaty sound. “Your ass is perfect.”
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear, nudging her thighs apart. She leaned into his embrace, lifting her chin to look at him. He cupped her cheek, moving in the direction of the mirror in front of her. The previous night, they had screwed in the dark. Now, he wanted to make sure she was present and saw everything as much as he did.
“Lucas…”
Lucas poked her entrance with his cock, caressing her breast with one hand while holding her waist with the other. His fingers pressed into her flesh, wanting to pin her just right for a good session of screwing. Her head bobbed for a moment, a haze of desire in her expression, eyelids sweeping over her eyes. “Don’t take your hands off the counter,” he demanded.
He positioned himself inside her, his fat tip entering her drenching wet pussy. She gasped, and he remembered how she’d struggled to fit him at first during their previous screw, a common reaction to his girth and size. He wished he had all the time in the world to do this properly, but soon someone would knock on the door.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
He thrust all the way to her hilt. He squeezed her shoulder, holding her in place as he retreated half-way and plunged back again, this time, harder. She moaned, glancing down at the counter. “Look at us,” he ordered, and cemented his request with a swat on her ass.
She raised her gaze to meet his in the mirror, and arousal pumped hard in his veins. He could feel precum bubbling at his tip and leaking into her pussy. Her pupils dilated, making her eyes, big, glossy.
“I want you to take a good look at yourself, and see how sexy you are,” he said, impaling her. She gasped again, then he lowered his hand from her shoulder to her side, cupping her breast. “Watch me while I fuck you from behind, and touch you here,” he said, his voice coarse. Then, she moaned, and he moved his other hand to the front, brushing it over her pussy. “And here.”
“Lucas…” she whimpered, and he loved how she came undone in his arms. She didn’t remove her hands from the counter, neither did she yank her gaze from the mirror. He pinched her nipple, earning another moan, his mouth salivating. What he really wanted was to taste her breasts, lick her snatch, pin her down and never let go.
Never? The word echoed in his head, but he willed it away. Must be one of those crazy ideas one has when they have such amazing sex. Touching her would have to wait. He perched both hands at her sides, propping her to lean down a little more, so he could focus on ramming into her deeper.
“So good,” she said, her inner walls clinging to every inch of his dick.
He wanted to shout he felt it too, the crazy energy zinging between them, the sexual haze enveloping them. He kept impaling her, until she threw her head back, her arms and legs shaking. He fucked her a little bit longer, his balls slapping against her thighs.
When he released inside her, an insane realization filled his heart. There’s no way this will be the last time we have sex.
* * *
“Thank you for a lovely dinner,” Crystal said, shaking Carlos’s hand. She turned to his wife, unsure if she should keep it professional and offer her hand, or try to go for a kiss on both cheeks Brazilian style. Nah, that wasn’t her.
Crystal forced a smile and meant to stretch out her hand, when Marcela gave her a quick nod. The woman’s dark eyes didn’t hide a hint of mockery and accusation, like she knew what they’d done in the bathroom.
Crystal’s cheeks warmed, and she simply thinned her lips into one flat line. Maybe not pretending to be friendly would be better. A woman like Marcela could perceive her attitude as trying too hard or as a weakness. Crystal’s stomach tied in knots. I just want to get out of here.
Then what? Lucas exchanged a couple of pleasantries in Portuguese with Carlos, as they both waited for the valets to drive up their vehicles. Leaving that restaurant and going to the resort meant facing a different type of awkwardness.
We had sex in the bathroom.
This time, she couldn’t blame it on the lack of electricity or any other excuse. She’d seen him pretty well under the lights, the way he touched her, his sexy gaze pinning hers. She’d been so aroused. The
images popped in her mind, and her breath caught in her throat. The area between her legs felt sticky and wet. The way he’d made her feel so desired and cherished. Did he do that with all his women?
“Crystal,” he said, leaning closer.
She blinked, and realized Carlos and Marcela had already slid into a luxury car, the old man waving good-bye.
“Get in,” he said, opening the door of the car to her. She ducked into the car, and watched him go around and tip the valet, and finally take a seat next to her and rev up the engine.
She clutched her bag in her lap, and pretended to admire the tall buildings as he drove off. They’d had dinner in Recife, and the drive back to the town where the resort was located would take a while. She shifted in her seat, crossed her legs then uncrossed them immediately.
“Want to talk?” he asked smoothly.
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” she said.
Lucas drove until he found a part of the beach with a deserted kiosk. The new moon seemed bigger in the star filled dark sky. He parked the car in the empty lot, and she got out of the car. He put his hand on the small of her back, and guided her to the kiosk area. She imagined during the day it served yummy seafood appetizers, beer and refreshing coconut water.
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry. I enjoyed it,” he said, flecks of defiance illuminating his eyes.
Her stomach sank to the ground, and she wished she knew exactly what to say. Hadn’t she enjoyed as well? Why deny it? “What does that mean?” she asked, deciding a safe question would be more cautious than admitting she agreed with him. Hell, she knew how many women he’d been with. Well, thankfully, not exactly. Lucas probably heard all kinds of compliments about his sexual performance and well-endowed cock. She didn’t need to add to his ego.
“Means I propose we indulge in this attraction during this trip.”
Blood pounded hot and hard in her veins. “Why?”
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