Key West (10 page)

She nodded.

“Well, I can’t touch you quite as much as I want
here
, either. But at the bar, angel, I can touch you as much as I want.”

Chapter Four

Carrie’s cunt rippled with anticipation and her nipples rubbed relentlessly against the lace edge of her bra. She wore a white miniskirt and a pink form-fitting blouse that hugged her breasts and waist. And she was headed up Duval Street, toward the Lazy Lizard.

Around her, the street buzzed with nightlife. Souvenir shops, restaurants, bars, and the occasional old art deco hotel lit up Key West’s main thoroughfare as music of all kinds spilled out in the street from various open doors. Mopeds and old-fashioned dune buggies mixed with other vehicles on the street. A horn beeped and she looked up to see a Mustang convertible filled with young guys, waving at her, one of them yelling, “Want to go for a ride, sweet thing?”

She simply smiled, shook her head, and said, “Sorry.”

She couldn’t wait to see Chris again—she couldn’t wait to let him touch her as much as he wanted. His words had slithered through her body like hungry, living things, even as he’d pulled away from their embrace and began swimming back to the boat. And she’d surrendered. Fully. Wholly.

She supposed that was when it had happened, in the ocean, with him prodding her to rub her pussy against his leg, his big cock pressing against her thigh. But now, walking into his bar, was the
official
surrender.

As for the fact that she would probably feel desperately hurt when she left him at the end of the trip—or maybe tonight was all he wanted, who knew?—she wasn’t thinking about that. Whether that was acceptance or avoidance, she didn’t know, but she also didn’t care. For once in her life, she wasn’t going to think about the future, where something would lead—she was going to think about the moment, the night, and all the excitement and passion it could hold.

The Lazy Lizard was an open-air bar built of worn, aged timber, made to look like a large, dilapidated shack, set in a lot behind a t-shirt shop. The arched sign featured a gecko lounging on a towel beneath a beach umbrella, hands behind his head. Even before venturing inside, she sensed the fun, easygoing atmosphere of the place and could already tell Chris fit here.

Loud rock music blared from the scantily-roofed structure and patrons sprinkled the establishment, some sitting at tables, others at the bar. Beer and colorful mixed drinks appeared to be the only thing anyone was consuming at the Lazy Lizard, although she did see one basket of nachos being shared by an older couple.

“Hey, sweets.”

A light, brushing pinch on the back of her arm drew her eyes around to find Shay, Chris’s crew member from the snorkeling boat. Her thin red halter top clearly outlined her perky breasts and her ultra-short denim cutoffs displayed her tan legs nearly as well as her bikini had. Now that night had fallen, she wore makeup—blue eyeliner made her eyes look larger and more round, and red-tinted gloss made her pretty lips glisten. She carried an empty tray under her arm.

“Hi, Shay,” she said with a smile, pointing to the tray. “You work here, too?”

“That’s right. Serving up soda by day and the hard stuff at night. Chris has been waiting for you.” She paused, giving Carrie a long once-over. “That hot little skirt’s gonna knock him for a loop. He’s behind the bar.”

With that, Shay strolled away, her hips jiggling, and as Carrie watched her go, she realized her shorts were so short that the curve of her ass hung out the back. As she bent over to whisper in someone’s ear, the shorts rose scandalously high, and a passing guy slapped her on the ass. She looked up with a threatening grin. “Careful, Bobby, or I might take that as an invitation. And as fun as it sounds to me, I don’t think your cute little wife would like it much.”

“Maybe if we let her play, too,” said the dark-haired guy who was climbing up onto a barstool.

“Don’t I wish,” Shay cooed back.

Something about the playful exchange made Carrie’s nipples tighten further in her bra before she finally made her way to the large, square bar in the center of the place, taking a stool at one corner, away from other patrons.

Chris spotted her immediately. His eyes went warm as he approached, resting his arms on the bar and leaning over close. “Angel, baby,” he said in soft, low greeting. He used one bent finger to lightly lift her chin before delivering a butterfly-soft kiss to her mouth.

“Oh…” she said, amazed that a kiss so sweet, so soft, could make her pussy surge with so much heat.

“I’ve been waiting to do that,” he said.

She lowered her chin coquettishly. “It was nice.”

“Stick around, babe, and there’ll be lots more where that came from.” He gave her one of his typical, sexy winks before whisking away to take a drink order from another of the waitresses.

Over the next hour, Chris gave her free drinks and spent as much time chatting with her as possible. She found she simply enjoyed watching him work, watching the way he dealt with people. The crowd grew more raucous as the night grew later, and when a male patron asked Shay to “jiggle her tits,” she did him one better, setting down her tray and untying her top in the back to lift it up and flash for him. The whole bar cheered and an unbidden rush of moisture seeped into Carrie’s panties at the sight of Shay’s breasts, which were just as lovely as she’d suspected—the nipples a warm, rosy pink, slightly upturned.

Not long after this, Shay appeared at her side, clearly a bit more tipsy than she’d been upon Carrie’s arrival. She slid her arm around Carrie’s waist and leaned in close—Carrie could feel her breasts pressing against her side. “How’s it going, sweets? Is Chris keeping you entertained enough?”

Carrie gave her a warm smile. “Chris is hanging out with me as much as he can.”

“The crowd is thinning down now, so he should be able to take off pretty soon.” She leaned closer to whisper in Carrie’s ear. “And then you can get some of that big, beautiful cock.”

Carrie flinched, not sure what to say. When she pulled back, Shay wore a knowing smile that told Carrie she had experience with that particular part of Chris’s body. A small dart of jealousy arced through her, but then she reminded herself—this was casual, vacation fun. When the vacation ended, so did the relationship, so did the emotions. Or she’d
try
to end the emotions, anyway. And for now, she tried to embrace Chris’s hedonistic lifestyle and glean what she could from Shay. She lowered her voice. “So it’s as big as it felt to me through his shorts last night?”

Shay raised her eyebrows. “Oh yes, sweets. Get ready for the ride of your life. He’ll have your pussy begging for more.”

She’d been aroused enough already without this new bit of information, and now—God, she ached for him. She couldn’t believe she’d only met him yesterday morning, because it felt like she’d been waiting forever to fuck him.

Fuck
him? Sheesh—even just since that first meeting, her encounters with him seemed to have colored her whole frame of thought, the very words that tumbled through her mind. Indeed, he’d taken over some part of her, a part that had been hidden deep down inside her, totally undiscovered until yesterday. Now, it was as if it had bubbled up, inflating in size until it was the
biggest
part of her. Even as she continued to have straggling worries for how she’d feel after this week ended, her existence now had mostly to do with the sensations that filled her body, the incredible urges she could barely control even as she sat waiting for him at the bar. “God, my cunt is so
hot
.”

Shay laughed uproariously and only then did Carrie realize she’d actually uttered the thought aloud.

“Chris was wrong about you, sweets.”

She lifted her brows. “Wrong?”

“He told me you were a sweet, innocent little thing. Looks like you’ve got him fooled,” she said, grinning.

Carrie drew in a breath, her pussy still pulsing beneath the short skirt she wore, throbbing against the barstool. “I…am—
was
…what he told you, I guess. But just a couple of days down here has me acting…well, not like myself.”

Shay gave her head a provocative tilt. “Well, take my advice, sweets. Bad girls have a lot more fun. And not only that, but it’s addictive, too. A few more days down here in paradise and you might just be changed for life.” With that, she scooped up her order pad and sauntered away, and Carrie couldn’t help watching the sway of her ass in those too-short shorts.

When Chris next appeared before her, she turned more aggressive, somehow inspired by Shay’s prodding. “How much longer?”

He grinned. “Getting impatient, angel?”

She nodded.

“Tell you what—I’m due for a break. I’ll tell Tom,” who she’d learned was the other bartender, “I’m taking it, and we can get out of here for a few minutes right now.”

A moment later, Chris appeared at her side, sliding his hand onto her bare thigh as he leaned back against the bar. “I’m all yours for fifteen minutes. What do you want to do?”

“Go someplace where we can be alone,” she said, hoping he saw the heat in her eyes.

He cast a sexy grin. “Fifteen minutes isn’t a lot of time, angel.”

“I know, but I’m…” She let her eyes fall shut at the lush, needy sensations pressing through her body.

“What?” he whispered.

“So hot for you,” she breathed back.

“Mmm,” he growled softly, his look saying she’d just made him hot, too. “We’re gonna have to get creative here, but follow me.”

As she climbed down from the stool, he took her hand and led her deeper into the bar. Although a few people lingered at tables, talking and drinking, it was a less busy area. He drew her into a cubbyhole that she realized was a phone booth built into the wall, a navy blue curtain serving as a door.

Chris pulled the curtain shut before lifting his hands to her face. His eyes, unmistakably blue even in the dim lighting, brimmed with passion—and she realized no man, not even Jon, had ever looked at her the way Chris looked at her now.

Moving in with slow calculation, he lowered an open-mouthed kiss onto her welcoming lips, his tongue pressing instantly into her mouth to meet her own. Soft, steamy kisses filled her senses, making her breasts ache madly and leaving every pore of her skin tingling with desire.

As if reading her need, he let one hand glide down over her shoulder and onto her breast, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Finally,
finally
, this man was touching her, putting his big hands where she needed them, making her feel enveloped by everything about him. He kneaded her breast as their kisses went from long and steamy to shorter and sizzling hot.

“You’re so pretty, angel,” he whispered, gazing down into her eyes while he began unbuttoning her blouse. “Do you know how pretty you are?”

Was she? That pretty? Jon had told her so from time to time, but he’d never sounded half as sincere as Chris just had. “You
make
me feel pretty.”

“Need to get to you,” he murmured, still working at her blouse, peering down at her breasts where they rose from her lacy white demi-bra. He caressed one sensitive mound through the lace for only a few seconds before curling his fingers around the scalloped edge and pulling downward until her nipple was bared.

He looked down on her breast as if it were a work of art. Then he strummed his thumb across her taut pink nipple like it was a rare instrument. Using his other hand to free her other breast, he folded his hands warmly around them both, letting her jutting nipples graze his palms. “Damn, angel, these are pretty, too.”

With that, he bent to take one turgid nipple into his wet mouth, sending shockingly hot pleasure through her breast and deeper. He suckled her gently, but she felt his tongue in the mix, as well, until he drew back to deliver soft, thorough licks. She loved watching him at her breast. She ran her fingers through his messy hair, flexing them instinctively as if she were a purring cat. “Oooh,” she moaned, almost forgetting there was a bar, people, just beyond the thin curtain they stood behind. Thankfully, she suspected the loud music would cover such soft noises.

When he rose back up to full height, he narrowed his eyes on hers, looking wildly aroused, yet also doubtful. “I can’t do what I want to do to you in fifteen minutes, baby. Can you wait?” Even as he spoke, he held her breasts lightly, flicking his thumbs across the beaded nipples.

Her whole body tensed with his question. The ache between her thighs grew. She bit her lip, then reached down to press her hand fully over his cock. “No.”

He drew in a hard breath, his eyes falling shut with pleasure. “God,” he murmured at her touch. She found the same column of steel she remembered from rubbing her pussy against him on the
Party Barge
, yet in her hand, he felt even bigger—as big as Shay had promised. She gasped in wonderment. Jon was average at best, and a cock as big as this one might have the power to overwhelm her. But she wasn’t afraid—even if she should have been. No, she only wanted it, craved it so much that her body would make it work, make it fit.

She squeezed his balls, rubbed his hardness with the flat of her palm, wrapped her hand around the upright shaft that had grown so magically in his baggy shorts.

After that, she followed her instincts, did what she most wanted to do in the world at that moment. She slowly dropped to her knees and undid his top button.