I lean on his countertop as he gets our drinks, and we raise them incheersfor our first toast of the day.
“How was your flight?” he asks, and I blurt the truth right out.
“Josh fucked me in the toilet on the plane because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I must have looked like a weirdo starfish with my face pressed up to the window.”
Heath laughs before he wags a finger at Josh.
“One load of cum down before you even arrive? Tut tut. I hope I don’t have to chastise you for it later.”
“As if.” Josh laughs. “One load down isn’t going to hurt anyone. I’m sure Ella’s still a mess in her panties, so you can call it a warmup in your favour. Orflavour.”
The pair of them look at me and I have to giggle as I roll my eyes.
“Jeez, guys. We haven’t even unpacked yet and we’re already hot on the thought of cummy panties.”
The zing in the air is so strong, it’s crackling, and it still splits me into two fluttery halves when it comes to our extravagant client. On one hand, Heath is my celebrity crush, fast becoming a good friend of mine. I want to hug him, and fawn like a fangirl as I ask him questions about Nighttime Whispers all night long, but on the other hand, I’m already desperate for the depths of pure and utter filth we’ll be offering him. And that I know he’ll be demanding…
“Talking of unpacking, let me give you a tour of the abode,” Heath says, and I almost want to reply with afuck no, tear my cum-stained panties off me!
“But first,” he says and holds out his hands. “I’ll need your phones and passports, please. Privacy at all costs. I’m sure you won’t ever want to oust me, but random holiday snaps could cause a whole host of problems. I’ll be putting my phone away as well.”
I don’t give it a second thought before I dig in my bag for my phone and passport, and neither does Josh. We hand them over and Heath opens a cupboard to the side of the fridge, nothing obvious, but it holds a safe inside. Good spot for one. Nobody would ever know.
He puts our belongings inside and locks up, greeting us with another broad smile – and a dirty look in his eyes.
“Since you areclientshere for your break, as well as welcome guests, I’ve come up with some surprises for you. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I will.”
“Surprises?” Josh asks.
“Yes. Surprises. Dirty surprises.”
“Come on, spill the beans,” my boyfriend laughs. “Don’t be a tease. This isn’t Nighttime Whispers, ending on a cliffhanger.”
Heath shakes his head.
“All will be revealed when it’s time. But first, the tour. Let me show you your home for the week.”
Home.
Strangely, it already feels like it.
Heath is a proud man as he shows us around, room to room. The villa is deluxe and open plan in the main, but it has a separate cinema lounge where the whole damn wall is a TV screen. It would be outright perfect for some Nighttime Whispers, and some more… intimate viewings. Imagine an up-close shot of double anal on that thing. What a vision.
Heath laughs as he catches my smirk. I waggle my eyebrows and lick my lips as I point to the screen.
“Yes, yes, I know,” he says. “I’ve used this screen for plenty of filthy fun, Ella. I’m sure you’ll get the pleasure of experiencing it.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’m certain you’ll get the pleasure of experiencing a whole variety of things here, so come on, let’s keep going.”
Holy shit, Heath’s terraces are absolutely phenomenal, especially the one by the infinity pool. It catches the sun like a dream, and the tall hedge below means we’ll be away from any prying eyes. He picked this spot for a reason, that much is obvious.
The three of us finish up our beers together, leaning over the railings and admiring the view of the shore.
“There’s a gate down there.” Heath points to the far corner of the gardens. “It’s security locked, but leads just across a path, down to the beach. Practically private, since we’re the last in the row.”
Josh squeezes my shoulder as I strain for a view. “Ah, so maybe you’ll get some sand between your toes after all.”
