Page 20 of Secret Offer
We don’t speak again as we finish off the treat, washing it down with sips of the crisp, refreshing limeade. Sweet aromas from the flower garden surround us and ocean waves roll and crash in the near distance. The breeze cools my hot skin and tosses my hair in my face. This is a perfect moment in time.
Scowl stretches his legs out in front of him while he sips his drink. As I watch his lips wrap around the straw and his throat move as he swallows, the flicker of desire at my core reminds meof our reason for meeting today. Goodbye sex, or something very much like it.
Kicking off a sandal, I run my foot up the side of his leg. His dark gaze meets mine.
“Almost done with that?” He nods to my paper cup.
“I can be,” I say coyly.
He finishes his drink and tosses the cup in a trash can. “Let’s go.”
As soon as we disappear onto the wooded path again, he stops to take me in his arms and drag me up for a kiss that tastes like sweet rum and cinnamon. His tongue sweeps my mouth, and the kiss deepens until I’m about ready to let him take me right here and now. I sigh as his hands stroke up and down my sides and then move to cup my ass. Lifting me onto his hips, he holds me tightly against him. My thighs clamp around his waist, and I kiss him with everything I have. I feel drunk on the taste of him, and the way he’s devouring my mouth, I think the feeling is mutual.
The sound of approaching footsteps prompts him to dart into the trees and hide us behind a thick tree trunk. Pressing my back to the smooth bark, he nudges my head to the side and lightly bites the sensitive skin along my neck, making me gasp as a handful of people walk past, oblivious. His mouth moves down the center of my chest, and then he starts to suck the top of my breast. Holding back a moan, I clamp my legs more tightly around him as the rise of his erection presses against my core. I slip a little in his arms and the movement makes us perfectly aligned. Grinding against him, pulling his lips back up to mine, it takes no time before I could easily come from the friction.
He pulls back slightly, and I let out a frustrated whimper.
“We should go,” he whispers against my lips.
“Definitely,” I agree before pressing my hungry mouth to his again.
The kiss quickly turns frantic, and we lose track of time. My lips feel bruised and swollen, but I’m not ready to stop drinking him in. It’s not until we hear another group of people coming down the path that he finally pulls back and sets me on my feet.
Both of us are breathless, our eyes glazed with desire. I’ve never experienced anything like the wild abandon we have for each other and the carefree way we go about our tryst on this island. It would be so easy to lose myself in this man, forget I have a life back home. But before my mind can wander too far along that train of thought, I take his hand and nudge him back onto the path. He leads because I’m not quite sure which way to go, and soon we’re back to the gates that lead to my hotel.
I can’t get my keycard out of my pocket quickly enough when we reach my room. He swings me into his arms the moment we cross the threshold, closes the door with a nudge of his elbow and takes me to the bed. I’m naked faster than I can blink. His clothes pile on the floor. Palming his chest, I imagine him as he was earlier by the pool, gloriously naked, tan skin gleaming in the sunlight. Kneeling on the bed, I run my hands over him as he stands. The thick mattress is the perfect height…
Urging him to back up a little, I lie on my back with my head hanging slightly off the mattress. His cock is right above me, giving me a nice lateral view.
Grasping it, I bring him closer and suck the fat tip into my mouth. From this angle, he can slide in easily, pump back and forth against my tongue at his own pace. Sucking on him until he’s slick, I relax and take him all the way in. The tip bumps the back of my throat and then goes farther with each thrust, a little at a time. Harder, faster. I can tell he’s starting to lose control, and it makes me feel powerful. He groans and palms the sides of my head. He must be getting close.
Emboldened, I reach up to grab his hips and drive him even deeper into my throat, again and again until the root of his cockrests against my lips. And then I swallow, and I swear he almost loses it.
“Sunshine, fuck, that’s beautiful, that’s fucking beautiful,” he whispers harshly.
Breathing hard, he slows his thrusts, as if he doesn’t trust himself not to turn into a crazed animal that wants nothing more than to ram his cock into my throat until he comes. Considering how much he swells in my mouth, I’m sure I could easily push him over the edge. But suddenly he withdraws and moves onto the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands.
I follow his orders, jutting out my ass toward him. A shiver of anticipation races down my spine as I wait for him to enter me, but first he rakes his fingernails down my back, giving me goosebumps. A hard smack on my ass has me crying out with a mix of pleasure and pain, and then I wait as he unwraps a condom and rolls it on, the hot pulse of need between my thighs growing more insistent by the second.
Once he’s ready, he lines himself up against me. God. I want him so bad I can’t stand it.
“Fuck me. Please,” I beg. I don’t know where my nerve comes from. I’ve never talked dirty in bed before, but hearing the need in my own voice turns me on even more. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
“Jesus,” he groans, spearing into me so hard we both gasp.
I start to move first, impaling myself on his dick, finding my own rhythm as I take what I need from him. He lets me use him like this until he can’t hold back anymore, and then he starts meeting me thrust for thrust, matching my pace, giving me exactly what I need.
“That’s so good. You feel so good,” I moan, almost senseless with pleasure. “So good.”
He wraps my hair around his hand and tugs my head back, every taut strand sending delicious tingles of pleasure through my scalp. And then he starts to take control, pumping faster, slapping my ass again. A lick of wickedness courses through me, my moans pitching higher. I love this.
The feeling of him pounding into me with such control threatens to unravel my brain. One hand gripping my hip, the other fisting my hair, he begins to space out his thrusts, alternating between shallow and deep so I never know what’s coming next.
“More, please, more,” I beg.
He rides me until I can’t think, his thighs slapping into mine, his grip tightening on my hair. The sound of my voice is dull to my ears, as if I’m moaning and pleading from somewhere far away. I don’t know how he’s doing this to me. Teasing the pleasure out like this, driving me right to the edge and somehow pinning me there, on the brink of an orgasm but never quite reaching the pinnacle. It’s torture. It’s bliss. It’s both.
