Trav kissed my collarbone, then my breast as he sank to his knees, stopping to suck on my nipples on the way down. He went lower, kissing a trail down my belly and stopping only when he got to my mound.
“Hold on, darlin’, I want to make you scream.” He hitched my leg over his shoulder and lashed his tongue over my pussy.
I cried out and threaded my fingers into his hair, gripping him as he worked my clit. My hips rocked, seeking more of him, and he slid his fingers into me, hitting my G-spot dead-on.
My thighs quaked, and I tossed my head back and moaned long and loud. The breeze blew over my sweat-dampened skin, and my nipples tightened in the warmth of the dappled sunlight. I’d never been naked outdoors before. I’d never dared. My neighbors were always too close, and I was never brazen enough to push the envelope past a full-coverage one-piece swimsuit.
This… this was freedom.
This was living.
This was heaven.
I wanted to have this forever. I wanted to feel sexy and wanted. It was empowering. Being naked out here, this gorgeous man on his knees for me, was rapturous. It was wild and crazy. I never would have dreamed of it in the past, but now that I’d had it, I wanted it over and over again.
My orgasm hit me quickly, ecstasy surging in waves over my body as Trav kept working me until I could no longer stand. He eased me down, and I laid back, the shallow water lapping between my spread legs. The cool against my heated skin was a shock, and my nipples tightened once more, gooseflesh breaking out over my skin.
“Fuck, so sexy,” he growled as his hand flew over his dick. He squeezed the head of his cock, and a drop of precum coated his fingers. He used it to lube his shaft. His balls were drawn tight against his body, ready to shoot his seed onto me. “Want to paint you in my come.”
I lifted my hips, presenting my pussy to him. My boobs shifted, looking like the perkier pre-breastfeeding version I had when I was eighteen. Trav licked his lips, and I said, “Do it. Mark me.”
He groaned, and I kept going, loving how freeing it was to talk so dirty to a man. “Want you to breed me. Fill me up with your come until it’s dripping out of me.”
Trav shouted and pointed his dick straight at my pussy, his hand never slowing. He unloaded, pulse after pulse of thick, hot come landing on my mound and sliding down between my legs.
He collapsed forward, bracing himself on his arms. His softening dick rubbed against my clit, and I shivered, want pooling in me again.
“You’re going to need to get it up again soon,” I rasped.
“So needy,” he teased.
“God yes,” I agreed. “This—” I waved my hand around the swimming hole. “—being out here is liberating. Never in a million years did I think I’d be naked outdoors with a man as sexy as you. I had no idea how much I needed to experience it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and ran my fingertips over his chest and down his six-pack to the trimmed hair at the base of his cock.
“Good.” He reached down and gave himself a lazy pump. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the way his cock hardened again from his touch. His refractory period was next to nothing. “Because after I make you scream my name again, we’re going to finish our date. I’ll be all romantic and shit.”
“So sexy,” I giggled.
I hadn’t ever had so much fun during sex. Or doing anything, for that matter. My ex was serious. I’d loved it when we met. He was this older, more mature man. But now…. Now I wanted fun. I wanted lighthearted. I wanted laughter and teasing sexy times. I wanted Trav and Jacques. All I needed to do was figure out how to make this fling continue after the shit inevitably hit the fan.
fourteen
Jacques
Mycellphonevibratedagain, another call coming in. They hadn’t let up since we’d hopped off the plane. But this was the third back-to-back call whoever was calling had made. Someone obviously wanted to get a hold of me. I pulled back, loosening my arms around Rusty, and reached for it.
“It’s my agent,” I explained.
He gave me a warm smile and gestured for me to answer it, then held me tighter.
“Michael, hello,” I answered.
“Thanks for giving me the heads-up,” he replied bluntly.
My agent was good at what he did. Michael was abrupt and didn’t mince words, but he’d managed to get me a three-year contract right off the bat and a few endorsement deals that were for products I actually wanted to promote. If I hadn’t gotten drunk married and had fires at home to put out, he would have been on the list of people I called. Oh wait….
