Key West (24 page)

Chris had to agree—the delicate silver chains sparkled as they lay in a bra-like shape over the girl’s breasts, with a row of beads and charms dangling beneath. The decoration drew the eye to them even more than usual and produced an exotic look.

“Want one?” he asked Carrie.

She tilted her head, smiling. “It
is
pretty, but…where on earth would I wear it?”

He grinned. “I’m off work again tomorrow—we could take the boat out.”

She gazed up at him. “You think my breasts would look good in one of those?”

Mmm, did he ever. He simply gave her his sexiest look and nodded.

“All right,” she said. “I’ll take one.”

Chris completed the transaction and they moved on to the Garden of Ecstasy, just a few storefronts away. Like Sirens, the Garden was on the second floor, upstairs from another bar below.

As he followed the girls up the stairs, he asked Carrie if she was nervous.

“Not at all,” she replied with a smile. “I’m…excited.”

Damn
, so was he. As much as he’d enjoyed fingering her pussy back at the strip club, it had been all he could do not to pull out his cock and fuck her. Now he couldn’t wait to see what Carrie would do in here, and how tortured his poor dick would be by the time they left.

As they entered the dark room, his eyes fell immediately on the nude bodies. Both men and women walked around naked. Many girls were only topless, and a few guys wore shorts or pants, too, but plenty of breasts and asses swayed on the dance floor. A few patrons were totally clothed and he noticed one girl in a see-through bikini top and shorts, but they were in the minority. Chris also noticed a few girls who were topless but had gotten breast paintings. One girl had a large palm tree sprouting up between her breasts, which were painted brown to resemble coconuts. Another sported a lavender corset airbrushed on above her denim shorts.

When he noticed Carrie taking note of the painted breasts, as well, he leaned near her ear. “It’s a Key West thing. Tons of girls get it done during Fantasyfest each October—otherwise this is the only place you see it. There’s a guy who does it in the back room.”

“Wow, he’s good,” she said, pointing to another woman who’d had her entire torso painted to look like a tiger’s face, its large, menacing eyes painted over her boobs.

Oblivious to them, Shay ripped her top off over her head, tossing it in one of the bins provided for clothing at the top of the stairs. “Aren’t you guys taking anything off?” she turned to ask with an expectant smile.

He watched his sweet little angel glance around the room, then say, “Sure.” Slowly crossing her hands over her torso to grip the lacy edges of her camisole, she removed it over her head, leaving her breasts as free and on display as Shay’s. God, she was beautiful. Chris took off his casual button-up shirt, dropping it in the bin with Shay’s and Carrie’s tops. Of course, that left his raging erection on display through his shorts, but given where they were, he didn’t think he’d be the only guy with a hard-on.

“No bottoms?” Carrie asked, glancing at his shorts.

He chuckled. “I noticed you didn’t take your skirt off, either.”

She shrugged, grinning. “I’m new at this—I’m still getting acclimated.” Despite her claim, she appeared so confident tonight, so…different than usual. He’d seen Carrie do plenty of hot and outrageous things over the past days, but tonight she was blossoming in a whole new way. He never heard a hint of trepidation in her voice, never saw an ounce of worry or regret in her eyes. Tonight she moved through the wilder side of Key West’s nightlife like a pro and it was impressing—and arousing—the hell out of him.

“Well, angel, maybe you’ll do something to inspire me to take my pants off a little later. In the meantime,” he said, stooping to grab up the small bag he’d just dropped in the bin with their shirts, “why don’t you wear your pretty new bralette.”

Pulling the delicate collection of chains from the bag, he hooked it behind her neck and back. When she turned to face him, she looked downright exotic, the silvery links curving around her luscious breasts, the baubles hanging beneath. Put her in a pair of sheer, gauzy pants and she’d be the perfect harem girl. “Very sexy,” he told her.

The three of them moved to the bar, where a woman he knew from the Lazy Lizard served up drinks. She wore a tank top with the chest cut out, revealing her tan breasts, her nipples a warm pink color, one of them pierced. “Hey there, Chris,” she said. “How’s it hangin’?”

He laughed. At the moment
it
wasn’t
hangin’
at all, but he just said, “Good, Jenny, real good. I’ll take a beer. Another sea breeze, angel?”

Carrie nodded, easing her arm around his waist, one lovely round breast pressing into his side. As Jenny made their drinks, he leaned down and said softly, “Nice tan lines,” since she’d definitely picked some up today, as promised.

To his surprise—and delight—she jiggled her boobs in response. “It does sort of highlight them, doesn’t it,” she said, glancing down. “Sort of like a black light when it shines on something white.” Indeed, in the dark room, her pretty breasts almost glowed.

“Especially with your sexy new breast jewelry.”

“The chains feel good,” she said, gazing up at him. “They tickle and tease just enough to make me aware they’re there.”

“Dance with me.” It was Shay, coming up behind them, hugging them both from behind.

“I have to pay for our drinks,” he said. “You want something, Shay?”

“Another sex on the beach would be good. Dance with me, sweets.” Shay’s always persuasive gaze locked on Carrie’s.

True to her promise, she’d been nothing but friendly to Carrie tonight. Even so, he watched Carrie’s eyes, thinking this might be the thing that finally revealed a touch of hesitation in her this evening, since he wouldn’t be with them on the dance floor and Carrie would, in effect, be placing herself alone with Shay and a bunch of naked strangers in a very new environment.

Despite that, however, she only smiled. “Okay, let’s dance.”

He watched as Shay took Carrie’s hand and led her onto the floor. His cock throbbed even harder than it had a minute ago, just from seeing the two topless girls go off hand in hand.

As they began to sway to the song that played, he thought he would come in his pants. It was impossible for either girl to dance without her breasts bouncing, and at the moment, they looked utterly erotic together, dancing close enough that at moments their breasts almost brushed together. Despite all the nudity on the dance floor, he saw nothing but Carrie and Shay.

When Carrie turned her ass to Shay, Shay didn’t hesitate to place her hands on Carrie’s hips. Shay moved in behind his angel until they were swaying together, her beaded nipples meeting Carrie’s back. Shay caressed Carrie’s hips as they moved, like a cat flexing its claws, finally easing her hands up Carrie’s body until they cupped the undersides of her bejeweled breasts. Carrie never faltered or flinched—acting for all the world as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She glanced over at him, and when she saw he was totally captivated, cast a sexy smile. He smiled back and mouthed the word he kept using to describe her tonight—
hot
.

With her gaze still on his, she sensually licked her upper lip and turned to draw Shay into a delicate kiss. He could barely breathe, watching them. It was all he could do not to take his cock in his hand.

“Looks like a hot one you’ve got there,” Jenny said, following his eyes as she lifted the last drink to the bar.

He passed her a credit card and confirmed the notion. “
Sizzling
.”

As soon as he signed the slip and put his card away, he said, “Hang onto these for me—I’ll be back.” He was really thinking,
Fuck the drinks—I’m getting some of this action.

Stepping up to where the girls engaged in a slow tongue kiss, he added his own tongue to the mix, instigating a sexy three-way kiss. Carrie turned her body inward and he slid his arms around both women, creating a triangle with them as they all moved to the music. Carrie’s right breast crushed lush and soft against Shay’s left. He gave each of them their own long, slow French kiss before the trio ended up sharing another sensual meeting of tongues.

When the tempo picked up, turning fast and hot, their triangle broke. Shay positioned herself behind Carrie again, matching Carrie’s pumping gyrations, pressing snug into her from chest to thigh. Chris danced facing his naughty little angel, enjoying the view and glancing down to see an obvious tent in his shorts.

He could have sworn the tent protruded another inch when Shay’s hands curved around Carrie’s hips, splaying down onto her fishnet-covered thighs. Carrie never slowed her passion-packed bump-and-grind, but as Shay’s fingers began to slide gingerly up the stockings, onto the garters, and under her skirt, she locked her sexy gaze on Chris as if to say this little show was all for him. He hoped she was doing it for herself as much as for him, but he liked the idea that this woman whose prim exterior had just been peeled back to reveal the adventurous vixen underneath was letting her lust for him be her guide.

Shay curled her fingers around the short hem of Carrie’s miniskirt and lifted it, slowly, slowly—finally baring her soft, smooth pussy. Pure, undiluted heat glimmered in Carrie’s eyes as his shaft went stiffer and stiffer, demanding some sort of relief soon before he lost his mind.

As if reading his impassioned distress, his angel reached out, grabbing onto his waistband and pulling him closer. Never missing a beat in her sexy, pumping dance, she pressed her palm full over his cock through his shorts. He was so on edge he couldn’t stifle a moan.

Around them, he was vaguely aware of other couples, trios, foursomes, touching, groping one another. From the corner of his eye he saw a girl wearing only a pair of panties kneeling to give a blowjob. A group of girls to his left stripped off each other’s bras, taking turns kissing each other’s breasts. But Chris only had eyes for his hot little Carrie, suddenly a sex kitten supreme.

He rubbed his erection hard against her hand, and was disappointed when she pulled it away, until he realized she was vigorously undoing his pants. Shay kept his angel’s skirt pulled up, her fingers playing about the garters stretching from Carrie’s hips down the fronts of her slender thighs. Between Shay’s caressing hands, Carrie’s cunt gaped open, her clit protruding. He couldn’t wait to get his cock out.

Carrie lifted the now-stretched-out band of his underwear up over his hard-on, then locked the elastic firmly beneath his balls, adding even more pressure to an already super-intense arousal.

Grabbing onto his cock like it was a handle, she levered it down to a horizontal position and slipped it between her legs, where she slid back and forth on it, her wet pussy sawing against his rock-hard shaft. “You get to see what I can do with a pole now,” she purred coquettishly as she leaned in to him, her nipples grazing his chest to leave pinpoints of fire.

“Show me, baby,” he growled, sliding his cock back and forth in her slit.

As promised, she slid along his elongated shaft the same way the stripper had slid her cunt against the silver pole. His arousal stretched even tauter with every skim of her juice-soaked cunt. From behind her, Shay fully caressed her big, beautiful breasts, kissing her neck, and Carrie leaned her head back, eyes shut in sheer passion. The vision of the two girls was like a lusty dream come true.

“Need you in me,” she rasped, bringing her gaze to his. “Now.”

“Here?” he said, still sawing against her.

She bit her lip, appearing lost in the intensity of her desire. “Mmm.”

Without another second’s hesitation, he bent down, hoisted her body over his shoulder, and hauled her from the dance floor, leaving Shay behind.

He spotted a bar stool that someone had placed in a corner, so he carried her to it and lowered her ass onto the vinyl seat. She spread her legs instantly, as wide as they would go, giving him a tantalizing view of her sweet open pussy, all swollen for him, glistening in the dimly lit room.

Photograph her right now and she was the perfect X-rated centerfold. Chris tried to lock the hot memory of how she looked in his mind. Then he took his cock in hand, positioned it at her opening, and plunged inside her.

Chapter Ten

She cried out, but just like last night on the balcony, she took him in one thrust, all the way in. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning his head back, relieved to be inside her.

She licked her lips, eyes half shut, and said, “Me.”

“What?”

A sexy grin fought through her passion. “Fuck me.”

In response, he pulled his cock halfway out, then rammed it deep in her warm, wet cunt. “Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

God, he loved hearing her say it, demand it. He loved how well her pussy swallowed his shaft now, so thoroughly that she begged for more. Bracing his hands on her hips under her hiked-up skirt, he slammed into her with deep, rough strokes. She cried out at each one, her eyes gone wild and animal-like, her expression fierce and insistent as she gazed up at him.

“Look down,” he said through clenched teeth. “Watch me fuck you. Watch my big cock ream your tight little pussy.”

They both peered at where he entered her, the sight of his wide column invading her tiny hole both amazing and erotic. He fucked her as hard as he could, each brutal stroke taking him closer and closer to an ecstasy he didn’t know if he could delay after the arousal he’d suffered. But he wanted her to come, too, wanted her to explode
with
him, so he issued a command he didn’t know if she would follow.