Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (2 page)

He walked to the side of the bed and dropped his pants.
 
I watched as he climbed on the bed, grabbed me by the back of my hair and grinned.

“Suck my cock.
 
You’d better be a good little girl, or I’ll punish you.”
 

I kept my mouth closed tight.

“Open!
 
Open it!”

I obliged opening my mouth.
 

John stuck his rather large cock in my mouth.

“That’s good.
 
You know you want it, so you’d better show me.”
 
His face turned red.
 
He was not used to being forceful like this.

I did the best I could with my head at a right angle.

“Good.
 
Now let’s see what we have here.”
 
He climbed on me, ravaging my breasts again.
 
He squeezed them harder than usual and sucked them hard.
 
The pain was minimal, but it was there.

I heard the foil packet tear.
 
Thankfully, he was putting a condom on.

“I’m going to suck and fuck you now.
 
You have no choice, you’re all mine.”
 
He thrust himself into me hard.

“Oh God!” I gasped.

He let out a throaty growl.
 
“You like that?” he asked as he thrust into me again.
 
He was being rough.

I liked it.

“Do you want my cock?”
 
He asked as he nibbled my ear.
 
“Say it!
 
Say you want it”

“I want your cock!” I gasped as he thrust hard into me again.
 
I wasn’t sure I could take much more.
 
I was completely aroused by our little role play, but him thrusting his enormous erection into me was slightly painful the way he was doing it.

“Good girl,” he groaned in my ear.
 
“You’re so tight, Candy.”

What does a girl say to that?

John jumped up, quickly withdrawing from me.
 
The lack of him inside me left a void.
 
I whined.

“Don’t worry,” he said as he reached above my head undoing the belt around my hands.

“Don’t!
 
I like that.”
 
I looked him in the eye.
 
I’d never been able to do that before.

“I can’t do this Candy.
 
You don’t look like you like this.
 
I’m not a rapist.
 
I’m having a hard time with this.”
 
He bit his lip like I did when I was uncomfortable.

“Leave the hands, untie the legs.
 
I like it when you control my hands.”

“Did you like the rest?”

“It aroused me, but it didn’t feel good at all.
 
Thank you for trying.”
 
I smiled.
 
“You are a good sport.
 
Now fuck me like
 
a good boy,” I said as I winked at him.

He gave a large grin, untied my legs and held my hands above my head.
 
Scooping his hand between me and the bed, he grabbed a hand full of my ass and squeezed.
 
John held me still and entered me again, this time with less thrust.

He felt so good inside me.
 
My breasts reacted immediately firming and rising.
 

“That feels so good,” I moaned.

John whispered sweet words in my ear.
 
He…was…making love to me.
 
He kissed my neck with soft and sensual kisses.

I wanted to object, but it felt nice.
 
He eased himself in and out of me slowly.
 
Instead of licking and squeezing my breasts as he had before, he was kissing them lightly.

“It’s so nice here with you,” he put his finger under my chin lifting my head so our eyes met.

“John, I…”
 
I didn’t know what to say.

He stopped making love to me and left the bed.

I was starting to become irritated.
 
John, who had been perfect, was now a giant buzz kill.

“John, wait, don’t go.”

“I’m just going to piss.
 
I’ll be right back.”
 
He didn’t look at me.
 

I sat on the bed, horny and confused.
 
What the hell just happened?

My smoking as of late had increased.
 
I was craving a smoke so I reached in the drawer and pulled out my pack, the ashtray and lighter.
 
What had happened?
 
We were having kinky sex when John just changed.

He came back and sat on the bed next to me, pulling a cigarette from the pack.
 
As a reformed smoker, he’d taken to smoking while visiting me.
 
I was a bad influence.

“I’m sorry.
 
I didn’t mean to spoil the night.”
 
He let out a smoky breath.

“You didn’t spoil anything.
 
Just talk to me.”

John sat toking on the cigarette.
 
I waited patiently for him to talk.
 
The silence was killing me.

“I don’t know what to say, Candy.
 
My feelings for you have grown stronger.
 
I can still deal with you having random sex with strangers.
 
It’s just that, when you asked me to this couples’ thing, I sort of thought it was your way to tell me something.
 
I thought maybe you were ready for something more.”

“John, I,”
 
I paused as I searched for the right words.
 
“I do want more, but I’m selfish.”

“Selfish?
 
What does that mean?”

I looked at him.
 
He looked deflated.
 
This large, muscular man looked absolutely deflated.

“It means that I want to have my cake and to eat it too.
 
I wanted you to go on this vacation with me to see if you could join me in this sexual exploration as my partner.
 
But I’m not ready to commit monogamously.”
 
My heart sank.
 
I invited John.
 
I invited him because I did have feelings for him and because I thought he’d enjoy himself.

“But I’ve told you I’m okay having an open relationship,” he whined.

“So?”

“So why don’t we spend more time together?”

“John, I’m telling you I want to spend more time together.”

“Oh,” he said staring at the floor.

“Look, no one knows better than me how it feels to not know where you stand, to love someone more than they love you, to want more.
 
I want more with you, I’m just not willing to let go of this lifestyle.
 
I’m also terrified of falling in love again.”
 
I sighed, “See, selfish.”

John smiled.
 
“So can we see each other more than a few times a week?”

“Yes,” I answered.
 
“I’d like that.”

“Can I sleep over and not worry that you’re going to spaz out?”

“Spaz?”
 
I laughed.

“Candy, you’re a spaz.
 
You freak out a lot.
 
Can I stay without you freaking?”
 
He reached his arm behind me, pulling me in closer to him.

“Can I hold you, smell your hair, cuddle, all of the stuff that lovers do?”
 
He was so sweet, so handsome.

“Yes, but only if you agree to be open minded and allow me some freedom.”
 
I held my breath and waited for him to answer.

“I have a booty call.
 
I call her every single time I’m thinking about you and I’m horny and you’re unavailable.”

“Let’s remedy that, shall we?”
 
I kissed him hard.
 
If he wanted to make love, he was going to have to be passionate.

I began to worry about all the things that could go wrong, but with John inside me once more, all thoughts fled.
 
He still controlled my hands, but this time, instead of holding them at the wrist he had his fingers intertwined with mine.

It was foreign to me.
 
My ex-husband had never made love to me this way.
 
I’d never had passion and intimacy.
 
I didn’t reach climax as I had so many times before, but felt more fulfilled than I had in a long time.

This could work.