Key West (20 page)

Only…Carrie was reminding him.

Of emotional entanglements.

Of those feelings that almost became physical—like little strings and pulleys attached to his heart, which got tugged on at the most unexpected moments. When she smiled at him. When she got embarrassed over something. When she laughed.

Mmm, God, her mouth. So wet. So sweet, how she let him thrust into it, fucking it. “Ah, baby,” he murmured, leaning his head back in ecstasy.

Dangerous
.

The word darted through his head like a warning.

His feelings for her were dangerous, because he was starting to care. Too much. God, watching her leave in a few days would be difficult.
One more good reason not to get attached to women. The ones you get attached to always leave.

Damn it, stop this
, he lectured himself as he French-kissed her clit, circling it with the tip of tongue. She cried out with pleasure, so he did it again, making her pant and tremble. This was too fucking good to mess it up with worry, so he banished all thoughts from his mind except the here and now, her wet cunt, her warm mouth, those spectacular breasts that wrapped around his cock so soft and tight.

“Again,” she whimpered, begging him, so he whirled his tongue over her prettily swollen clit, relishing her moan, relishing the way she began moving against him, fucking his mouth as he fucked hers.

The electricity in his veins sizzled with the knowledge that she would come soon. Again. God, how many times had he gotten her off since they’d reached the hotel? Three? Four? She was an orgasmic little thing, that was for sure, and making her come filled him with an unadulterated bliss he couldn’t even understand.

Her pussy pushed hard at him and he mouthed her, using tongue and lips and teeth, getting lost in the lush wetness of her, lost in her hot whimpers and moans, until finally she was crying out, driving her clit between his lips—hard, harder, hardest—soaking him in the warm joy of her climax. Before it was through, she was screaming, writhing, growling with wild pleasure, drenching his face with her sweet honey, pushing him close to orgasm himself. He’d always prided himself on great staying power, but damn, sometimes this girl made him so crazy that it altered his control.

At the moment, he needed to
take
control—his body was humming with the need for action, the driving urge to thrust.

Withdrawing his cock from the heaven of her mouth, he turned her over, stomach down, kneeling between her spread thighs. When he began to massage her pretty little ass, lightly pink from the sun—because his sensual application of sunscreen there didn’t come ‘til after fucking and fried chicken—she lifted it toward him, giving him a perfect view of her tiny asshole and the bare slit underneath. He let his cock slide through the crack of her ass, the same as if he were fucking her breasts. She moved against it, moaning lightly.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded softly.

She did as he asked, though she tossed him a wary look over her shoulder. It was a new position for them, but he knew she could take it.

Placing his hands at her hips, he leaned the tip of his erection against her slit, pushing gently. The head entered her, and they both moaned, but when he pushed again, he met a roadblock.

Fuck, she’d tensed up, probably from the new position. And since he knew her pussy could take him, he also knew he could thrust his way in, but he didn’t want to risk hurting her, so instead he turned to his new secret weapon—the one he’d discovered by accident today on the boat. Her tight little asshole. Touch her anywhere even
close
to it and it multiplied her excitement—infinitely, it seemed. Her sensitive little anus had given him entry on the boat, and again, after their shower. Since then, they’d ordered and eaten a pizza, naked—another novelty that had made her giggle—and they’d indulged in lots of touching and oral play, but apparently the break in actual penetration had given her the chance to tighten up again.

Reaching under his cock, he swept his fingertips through her wet cunt, rubbing the juice from her pussy in small circles directly on her asshole.

“Oh! Oh God!” That quick, she bucked against him and his shaft drove deeper into her.

That was all he needed, but he wanted more—wanted to see how thoroughly he could thrill her. Wetting his fingers in her cunt once more, he repeated the circular motion on her anal opening, making her cry out and drive her pussy against him, taking him deeper still, just before he eased the tip of his middle finger inside her ass.

“Oh God! What are you doing?”

She sounded frantic with excitement, sending a flood of heat through him as he began to slide his hard cock in and out of her, edging his finger into her tight fissure just a little farther. “I’m playing with your asshole,” he said on half a laugh. God, he loved her naïveté. More than that, he loved taking it away.

“Unh,” she moaned, deep and loud. “That feels so…so…”

He pushed his finger farther, in time with the thrusts of his shaft in her warm, wet pussy, until it was buried to the first knuckle.

“Mmm, God, it’s incredible.”

“I love that,” he breathed. “And I wish I could fuck you there, baby, wish I could cram my cock into this tight little hole.” With that, he drove his finger still deeper, making her whimper and moan and fuck him even harder.

“I wish you could, too. But…mmm, your finger is…oh God!…wonderful.”

Her asshole clenched around his finger each time she pumped her cunt against him. She cried out with each thrust of his super-stiff shaft, her sobs like sweet erotic music to his ears.

His balls and cock spasmed, seeming to draw his whole body into a tight, ready-to-explode knot. God, she made him crazy, made his cock wild, made him… “Ah, baby, here I come for you! Here I come!”

They filled the air with hot moans as he released his sperm deep in her warm pussy. And then they collapsed on the bed, him atop her, both breathing hard as he pushed her hair aside, sprinkling a few kisses across the back of her neck.

They lay silent and Chris basked in the ease of the moment—how good and comfortable it felt to be with her.

“So,” she said from beneath him, “You don’t think you could ever fuck me there, in my ass?”

The fact that she even wanted that nearly made his spent cock perk back to life. He chuckled softly into her hair, wrapping one softly curled lock around his finger. “Well, I wouldn’t say not ever. But given the size of my cock and how little that hole is, and that I don’t want to hurt you… I think it would take some time.”

“How
much
time?”

He hesitated. “More than we have.”

She issued a soft sigh of disappointment and neither spoke further about the fact that her stay here was very temporary and that this was only a vacation fling. He’d do well to start remembering that. So he changed the subject to something more fun.

“Did I mention to you how fucking astounding you were today on the boat?”

Her pretty laughter filled the air. “Only a few hundred times.”

He gave a teasing shrug, knowing full well how clear he’d made his enthusiasm over their threesome. “Did I mention how incredibly hot you were with Shay, kissing her, touching her, licking her pussy with me?” His cock
did
perk back to life at
that
memory.

She rolled out from under him onto her back, lifting the tip of her finger to her bottom lip, as if thinking. “Hmm, yes, I think you may have shared that with me.”

“Speaking of sharing,” he said, gazing warm into her eyes, dark green in the lamp lit room, “thank you. For sharing me with Shay.” Even though Carrie had acquiesced easily enough, there’d been moments when he’d felt an inexplicable guilt, like maybe he should have kept their sex private, sacred. On the other hand, though, it had been so completely erotic to have a three-way with her that he couldn’t regret it.

“You know, to be honest, I don’t quite know how to take her. I can’t figure out if she likes me or not.”

He let out a laugh. “Oh, she likes you, all right. She let me know she wanted to get naked with you last night at the Lizard.”

He loved the way she blushed, her cheeks turning as pink as her lovely sun-kissed ass. “I didn’t mean like me
that
way. I meant…sometimes she seems nice, and other times I feel like she’s…challenging me or something. Like maybe she thinks I’m not enough woman for you and wants to make me prove I am.”

He slid one hand to her bare hip. “First of all, let’s get one thing straight. You’re more than enough woman for me, baby. Second, I think Shay
wants
to like you, but I also think maybe she’s a little jealous of you.”

“I think that, too. But…why should she be jealous?”

He shrugged. “Even though she and I are long over, sexually speaking—until today, I mean—I think maybe she just feels a little possessive of me or something.”

“But I’ll be leaving in a few days. And she won’t.”

Chris simply looked at her. He knew good and well why Shay was jealous—she could surely see the way he looked at Carrie, could surely sense that this was more than another quickie affair with some girl who came to Key West looking to get wild. But he couldn’t tell Carrie that. And hell—hadn’t he just told himself he wasn’t going to worry about that anymore, wasn’t going to
feel
it? “Let’s…not think about that, okay?”

He sealed the thought with a kiss—both to keep her from answering and because her sweet lips had turned a dark berry shade beneath the sun and were so swollen from sucking his cock that he needed to feel them beneath his mouth.

* * * * *

Carrie awoke from her nap to kisses on her breasts. She rolled automatically from her back to her side, to give Chris easier access.

“I’m so in lust with these,” he said, dropping another soft kiss on her erect nipple before peering up at her, a sexy twinkle in his eyes. “Want to go fuck on the balcony?”

She laughed. “What brought that on?”

He tilted his head slightly, pillowing it against her breasts. “Okay, this might sound weird, but I could’ve sworn I heard people out there having sex a while ago.”

She glanced over to the sliding door, which they’d opened earlier to catch the breeze blowing in off the ocean.

“After I decided I wasn’t dreaming, I got up and stepped outside, but didn’t see anything. So…hell if I know what I heard, but it feels great out and I thought it might be nice to fuck out there.”

“You weren’t imagining it,” she told him with a grin. “My newlywed neighbors, Amy and Cole, seem to like to do it on the balcony. They were probably hoping I was out there, and I’m sure they’d have loved it if you’d gotten there in time to see them.”

He leaned his head back, looking surprised. “They were hoping you were out there?”

She bit her lip with the old habit of being slightly embarrassed, even though she had no qualms about filling Chris in. “I was sitting out on the balcony after I got back from the
Party Barge
the other night, and they came out in black leather and fucked while I watched.”

He blinked. “They knew you were watching?”

She laughed, realizing the story was actually a little more complicated. “No, but I spoke with them the next morning, and it sort of came out that I’d seen. Turns out they’re into being watched and they suggested I might want to wander out on my balcony in the evening while I’m here.”

Chris glanced down at his cock, which was getting stiffer every second, then lifted his gaze back to her. “Okay, this is pretty erotic. Tell me more.”

She shrugged and grinned. “Sorry, that’s it.”

He leaned his head back in playful disappointment. “Just when it was getting good, too.”

“Well, who knows, we could, uh…bump into them yet.”

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed,” he said, holding them up to show her. When she opened her mouth slightly, starting to feel sexy again after telling him about Cole and Amy, he slid his crossed fingers into her mouth. She sucked them in, then let them back out. “So, what do you say? Can I interest you in a balcony fuck?”

She nodded, sitting up. “Just let me slip something on first.”

He dropped his head back on the bed. “Angel, if you put something on, I’ll just have to take it right back off.”

She turned to him with a smile. “Don’t worry—it won’t have to come off. It’s something sexy I got at my bridal shower. I didn’t repack my bags before I left, so I have some lingerie. And it’ll be just enough to make me not feel entirely naked out there.”

He chuckled. “You adjusted pretty well to being entirely naked on the boat today.”

She remained stunned at the erotic pleasures she’d experienced earlier. The memory made her pussy swell. “True. But I guess I felt a certain sense of privacy out there, since there weren’t any boats around.”

“All right—whatever you say.” His playful eye roll told her he thought she was being silly, but it wasn’t easy to shed
all
the vestiges of the only life she’d ever known all at once. Besides, she thought he’d like her negligee, and it would be just enough covering that if Amy and Cole happened back out, she wouldn’t feel totally exposed. Just because she’d gotten naked with Shay—and okay, the entire
Party Barge
—didn’t mean she intended to do it with
everyone
.