Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (8 page)

“Sven, if you weren’t married I’d scoop you up.
 
That was the most intelligent, well rounded description I’ve ever heard.
 
You’re awesome.”
 
I kissed his cheek.

“And if your man didn’t get upset, I’d kiss you on the mouth.
 
However, I’ll settle for your face and neck and well… the rest of you.”
 
He smiled and grabbed my hand.
 
“Candy, I could tell from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were the sweet type, and it has nothing to do with you name.”

“Something tells me you’re not the average swingers couple.”
 
I winked at him.

“No, you ‘re not going to have these discussions.
 
They’re going to want to keep things light.”
 
He kissed the top of my hand, then pulled me on top of him.

“Now let’s stop talking.”
 
He had both hands on my breasts.
 
His hands were huge, making my breasts look a little small.
 
He
 
grabbed my hips and pulled me up higher, putting my breast in his mouth.
 

I felt someone behind me.
 
Loren was straddling Sven behind me, caressing my body and kissing my shoulder.
 

“He’s fuckin’ hot, isn’t he?” she whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip, knowing Sven could hear everything.
 
“Yeah,” I admitted.

“He’s really good at fucking.
 
You’re gonna love it.
 
He moves really well for such a big guy.
 
His cock is really thick, take your time and don’t rush it and it’ll feel awesome.
 
Don’t try to give him head, just lick it.
 
It works for him and saves your jaw.
 
Have fun.”
 
She patted my ass and went back to John and Katrina.

Sven pulled me down to him.
 
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

I smiled and slid down, resting my knees between his legs.
 
I pulled the waist band of his boxers down
 
over his erection – and gulped.
 
Loren wasn’t wrong, he was thick.
 
Putting my hand around it, my index finger could not touch my thumb.
 
Doing as she instructed I licked and stroked it, only being able to take the tip in my mouth.
 
Sven seemed to enjoy it.

He sat up, rather abruptly, reaching in the pocket of his shorts and sliding a condom on.
 
Then he gently laid me on my back and stuck a finger inside.
 
He placed his other hand on my stomach just above my pelvic bone and pressed down lightly.
 
He hit something, because I felt a strong urge to pee.

I tried to fight it, because whatever he was doing also had my heart racing immediately and I was dripping wet.
 
When he released me, I wanted sex in the worst way.
 
He pulled me to the end of the bed and got on his knees on the floor.
 
He then bent me so that I was in an L shape and started entering me slowly.
 
At first it seemed like it was too much as I stretched around his thick erection.
 
The stretching sent a slight burning sensation that was unpleasant at first, but started to ease after a moment.

I had a good view of John who was on his back with Katrina riding him and Loren on his face.
 
It was very arousing watching them.
 
When I looked at Sven he was watching them too.

He started slowly at first, increasing his pace when I took him in more easily.
 
It didn’t take long for me to start moaning and groaning.
 
Watching John while being pleased by Sven was sending me over the edge.
 
I had nearly panted myself dizzy.

Sven stood me up from the bed.
 
He sat on the edge of the bed and turned me around so that my back was facing him.
 
“Just ease yourself down,” he said.

I backed up closer to him and sat myself on him slowly.
 
As soon as I had him inside, he leaned me back and opened my legs so they were hanging on the outside of his.
 
I was opened for the entire room to see.

Katrina hopped off of John and grabbed his and Loren’s hands.
 
She led them to the floor in front of us, ordering Loren to her knees.

“Fuck her John.
 
Fuck her good,” she demanded.

John glanced at me as he knelt behind Loren.
 
I gave him a grin for reassurance.

Katrina sat on the bed next to us and started whispering in my ear.
 
“John looks good fucking her, doesn’t he?”

What the hell?
 
This woman expected me to talk?
 
I could barely catch my own breath.

“I bet you wondered what he looks like when he fucks you.
 
Look at him go.
 
He’s so fuckin’ hot.”
 
She nibbled on my ear and started massaging my clit while Sven grinded me from the bottom.

Several couples had come into the large room now.
 
Some were focused on what they were doing, others were watching us intensely.
 
The attention made me self-conscious.

“Oh, God!”
 
Sven had a firm grip on my hips and pushed once very hard, holding me still.
 
It hurt slightly, having him pushed into me that hard, but he began losing his erection after his orgasm, releasing the pressure.

“Good girl,” Katrina said.
 
Then she kissed me quickly and held her hands out, helping me off her husband.
 

My legs were shaking and I was thirsty.
 
Loren had spun around and was on her knees, orally pleasing John.
 
I watched as he came down her throat.
 
Part of me felt uneasy about it.
 
It was something I could not do, the consistency always made me gag, but John should be able to do that with someone who wanted it.

It seemed reasonable.

As we made our way back to the bar, I began feeling like
 
I wanted to be with John alone.
 
I’d had enough strange sex for one night.
 
I just wanted to have fun, then go home with John.

“Did you have fun?” I asked as we walked toward the bar area.

He grabbed my hand.
 
“It was different, a turn on, but just different.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “but I can’t wait to get you home alone.”

The bar had emptied out somewhat with couples off in the play areas.
 
We had a few more drinks and danced for a while.
 
John had switched to soda, thankfully.

“Ready to go home?” he whispered in my ear.

“More than ready.
 
I want you all alone.”

CHANGE

I had dozed off on the ride home.
 
John woke me after he parked.
 
I started walking to my apartment.

“How about my place?”
 
John pulled my hand.

We had never spent time in his apartment, maybe because he always came to mine.

“Sure… I just want to get you behind closed doors.”
 
I winked at him, trying to shake the sleepy feeling still looming.

When John opened the door, I was startled.
 
I hadn’t been in his apartment in months.
 
It no longer resembled the bachelor pad it once had.
 
It was nicely furnished, brighter, clean and smelled fantastic.

“Wow, someone has been hard at work!”

“I wanted to give you a nice place to go where you had nothing to worry about.
 
You’re always worrying about cleanup and things.”
 
He bent down and kissed me softly.

“It looks wonderful, John.
 
But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble, not for me.”
 
John had spoiled me all day, taken me to a club and made the most wonderful gesture.

John took my hand and led me around his apartment to show me all he had done.
 
He’d renovated the entire place, even the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you gutted the place.”
 

“I have one last room to show you.”
 
He grabbed my hand and led me to the end of the hall.
 
When he opened the door, I spotted a huge hot tub.
 
Champagne was already chilling in a bucket of ice in the corner.

“How did you do that?”

“Paid my buddy fifty bucks to light all these candles and put the champagne on ice.
 
I sent him a message when we were on the way home.
 
Greedy little bastard.”
 
He laughed, then closed the door behind us.
 
“Now let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“Yeah, they stink like club and sex and smoke.”

John ran his hand along my neck and pulled my hair back, kissing my neck gently.
 
My skin sprang to attention at his touch.
 
He unzipped my dress and slid it to the floor.

“You have such an incredible body,” he whispered in my ear.

After fumbling with his belt, I unzipped his pants and slid then to the floor.
 
Both standing naked, he scooped me up and eased me into the warm bubbling water.
 
He slid in next to me and reached for the bottle, pouring two glasses of champagne.

“John, you really have spent so much time an energy spoiling me today.
 
No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

“Candy, you are a phenomenal woman.
 
I’m desperately in love with you and while you may not have been ready, I wanted to show you how I felt, and that I can deal with your needs.”

“John, I…”

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” he interrupted.

“About wanting more?”

“Yes, Candy, more.”
 
His eyes burned into mine.

“I’m ready for more, John.
 
You’ve been so patient, so wonderful.”
 
I put my glass on the ledge and moved over to straddle him.
 
I kissed John as I never had before, forceful and with passion, pulling him in by fisting my hand in his hair.

He pulled back, lifting me off him.
 
“Candy, I started out renovating the apartment for you, but then, things changed.”
 
He stopped talking and concentrated while refilling our glasses.
 
I wanted to ask questions, but thought I’d let him talk when he was ready.
 
“Candy, I’m moving.”

“What?
 
Where?
 
Why?”
 

“Whoa, one question at a time,” he laughed.
 
“The building I just finished on Elm I am really attached to.
 
I put everything into it.
 
It got me to thinking, I really don’t like apartment living and one day I hope to settle.
 
So I renovated this place to sell it off.
 
Maybe one day, when you’re ready, you’ll move in with me.”

“John, are you trying to make an honest woman out of me?”

“I wouldn’t presume to make you anything, dear.”
 
He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled me in for a hard kiss.
 
“But I do have something in mind for you tonight.”

He stood from the hot tub, steam rising from his thighs as hot water ran off his body and down his muscular legs.
 
Holding out his hand, he took mine and helped me out of the tub, toweling me gently.
 
He placed soft kisses on each area he dried.
 

“You are truly one beautiful woman, Candy.”
 
It was something John said all the time, though as of late, it had been more frequent.

I ran my fingers along the ripples of his shoulder muscles and he dried my legs.
 
His hair was damp, leaving his thick wavy hair in soft clumps that curled on top of his head.